EuphoriaHave you ever watched the rain fall?Euphoria6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let it glide across your skin
Like a gift from the Heavens.
Close your eyes
Take my hand
Embrace the world
As I see it...
Have you ever followed the wind's path?
Let it tug at your clothes
Guiding you to the unknown.
Close your eyes
Hold me close
I'll show you where
The magic begins...
Have you ever reclined in a bed of grass?
Looking up, you feel so small
Breathing in, you realize you're not insignificant.
Close your eyes
I'll sing you to sleep
And guide you to your dreams.
the easiest thingSometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to get over you, but things that sound simple are rarely so when put in the proper context. It's okay though, since I still feel my heart beating every night before I go to sleep so I know that I'll make it. That you haven't quite won. At least not in the sense that I'm through fighting.the easiest thing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to give up. I'm more of a lover than a fighter and more of a coward than a hero. But the thing is I'm through just lying down and taking whatever the world throws at me. You told me to try harder and I swear I am. So if I thought I could fix anything, I'd drive halfway across the country just for another chance. I'd give my last breath if you wanted it, but you don't so I'm rerouting a new course that doesn't keep diverting me into these endless turns of unrequited love. I'm finding a different way even if it means giving up this map and forgetting all my plans. This is what forgiveness s
FireflyFirefly13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not small by any means
and i can't fly despite all attempts
but perhaps if i try hard enough
i can shine for a moment long enough
to mean something to you
and be embraced, cherished in your hands
Emerald City RideLet me lapse-Emerald City Ride6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into the farthest reaches of my mind,
Where thoughts are nothing, and nothing lasts,
Except for images, colors, patterns to find.
Slats of light, undulating through sound;
Figments of feathers, flashing for me:
Lucidity in rainbow tunes, what have I found?
Lapse- purples sketches misted by green.
Falling fast is all that lasts
For a moment, all fragments freeze-
Time is unending, unnerving; all the pasts.
"Now we're going to float on the breeze."
Drifting into- reverse Deja Vu- familiar scenes,
Flawless seams, a story written; I'm the protagonist
In this Great Play, illustrated by Absinthe Dreams.
Lapse, see the forests, buildings and lakes... Fade into mist.
December 28th, 2009
find me in the hidden life.i have this feeling in my bones that some call weakness and other call fire.find me in the hidden life.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's a driving need and a crippling desire, and it wakes me in the middle of the night with cramping calves and feet running among cotton though they reach nothing but the great beyond of the side of the bed. it's a burning that pushes me into the middle of rainstorms to dance among the cracking weather kissing the earth, and it's a spark lit under the gasoline pooled under my heart. some call me crazy and others call me sane, but if you look for me in the heart of winter, you will often find me curled under the dead oak touching the bark because i like the way life looks when it's hidden.
you'll often find me like this, looking for hidden life and concealed light. sometimes, i will search for under the frozen wrinkles and concrete-frowns of the lonely, and other times i will seek it in the ocean before the storm. i will hunt under the foliage like a hungry wolf, and i will howl at the canopy as i track it dow
Amusing PainAmusing Pain13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wind whispers past my ears
for me to catch those vital words
those unique truths
hidden from mortal man
the sun shines,
in it's glare
if only you could open up your heart.
and as the branches wither
shuddering in the wind
i see you.
beyond my reach
sun blinds me from your view.
you stab me
right through the heart.
(how do you have such perfect aim?)
so i still stand
making little rivers of vivid red
criss-crossing my soul
and i still stand
listening to the whisperings of the wind
maybe they'll let something slip
read this without breathingDon't call me beautiful.read this without breathing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you.
I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways.
Don't pretend I'm clever.
I'm just recycled words from recycled thoughts from recycled people. Not one piece of me is remotely original. The sad truth is I'm more horrible than I seem. I'm a wildly mismatched collection of sad songs on scratched cds, half-read books and unraveling cardigans all accumulating in a giant mess meant to impress the next person and then the next. Until I realize that I just sp
dear t, love m_cDear M, I used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapidfire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. I used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. I used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. I used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. I used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.dear t, love m_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dear T, I used to imagine my bones were fractured and chipped in all the wrong ways. I used to think my heart was a poison my body kept rejecting, leaving me on my hands and knees spitting up old relationships, lies and heartache all over my carpet late at night. I used to look at the sun and wish myself blind, stare at the ocean and wish myself ten thousand le
Upon ReturningThis is just exactly what I sawUpon Returning4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only it looks better in the inside of my head.
You see, the tracks from my brain to my fingers only run one way & they're bloody things, well worn & under-nourished.
Not unlike the faces of starving children.
There's a vacant teepee.
It reminds me of a used firecracker,
just a shell of something brilliant,
the casing of something that used to be more of a something.
Makes me think- we all need some company on the inside to make us whole.
Anyway, the teepee shrugged in the wind & flapped open,
ashes from the inside flew out & swarmed my gasping mouth like
vultures to the freshly dead.
They tasted just like the air around you,
I crawled through the mire with no pretence of grace.
I choked out "no" as the ashes cluttered my throat,
as I fell up into oblivion.
Can it really be considered the past if I'm still sweating from it,
still coughing it up?
The word "tomorrow" summons a chorus of "yesterday's" from the back of the
Undertoe, The.Undertoe, The.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is for the best that the North Wind and the Maiden of the Sea share infrequent company.
He is known to spell disaster
Across her daring bone structure.
She woos unwary sailors in his absence.
He once warmed her skin and soul,
Finding her ready, willing and impulsive.
In his fitful bouts, her ocean scours her: irresolute.
Her eyes hold twenty thousand leagues,
But they could not hold him.
For, wish as he may, he is incapable of stillness.
He carries spiced tales of her beauty
Over many a rolling countryside.
But, wish as she might, she cannot follow.
The North Wind could lift the Maiden of the sea on his updrafts,
Take her farfarfar from this place.
They could journey together to lands unseen.
The thing is, though,
When you don't want the wish,
Have the wish.
(you wish to-night)
Zakazana milosc "Zakazana miłość"Zakazana milosc4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Uwierz mi, że naprawdę,
Można żyć bez miłości,
Bez kogoś, kto ma twoje serce,
Można cieszyć się jego szczęściem.
Uwierz mi, że naprawdę,
Można się do tego przyzwyczaić,
Do dni lepszych i najgorszych,
Do wiecznej tęsknoty.
Uwierz mi, że naprawdę,
Można się nauczyć, jak żyć,
Tuż pod powierzchnią wody,
Bez możliwości oddychania.
Who Am I Today?Who Am I Today?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the HE who lurks the shadows.
I'm the IT that's under her bed.
I'm the MURDERER you send to the chair.
I'm the NEEDLE they found in his neck.
I'm the RAPIST that follows her home.
I'm the RABID DOG that bit your small hand.
I'm the NOOSE that swung from the rafters.
I'm the WIND that rattles the leaves.
I'm the MOTHER who didn't love you at all.
I'm the BAD COP that gives you a ride.
I'm the BUM on the side of the road.
I'm the DEAR JOHN you never did read.
I'm the BAD TOUCH you felt in the night.
I'm the COLD EYES that looked at your flesh.
I'm the REGRETS at the bottom of the glass.
I'm the GUN you hold in your hand.
MiloscMożna mówić o niej, pisać w nieskończoność,Milosc4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inaczej widzimy tę jedną, wyśnioną,
Łączącą istoty, wiążącą ze sobą
Odwagę i piękno, które jej ozdobą,
Śmiałości mężczyzny i urok kobiecy...
Ćma kocha gorąco jasny płomień świecy.
Going to CivicGoing to Civic9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down Ellenborough on a Thursday, right at the fourth light,
I thought of you at six am.
Doing 65, 67, 70 in a 60 zone,
I tempt fate and speed cameras.
Past Wakefield and Cooyong, I'm going to the city, honey,
gonna get lost too, gonna do it well,
get real lost,
end up in Woden by mistake in an hour,
on the way to Civic.
Up Adelaide Avenue and in circling the State,
I'll be the white rabbit of Deakin and I'll be late,
it's half past already,
on a Tuesday.
I battle road works on the Commonwealth,
three lanes becoming two,
off at the last exit, onto Vernon, onto destiny
Travelling from base, it's a fair drive but the destination is priceless,
have to peel up Pialligo, battle taxi drivers for the right of way
to Fairbairn, you've come a long way baby, they've almost finished you now.
I take my chances on a left turning traffic light,
calls itself Ainslie,
gets me to Civic,
on a Sunday at four.
I slice speed on the Parkway,
five cars after me and one ahead doing
HelplessHelplessHelpless6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The poor district of Jerusalem was not a good place to be, especially not in its alleyways. It was much less a place for the weaker souls within the city, for in this part of town crime and violence thrived, making survival of the fittest seem to be the only law in full effect.
Therefore, people tended to avoid this area. Yet to many members of the Hashashin, the feared Assassin cult in Masyaf, it was invaluable. Especially this part of the Holy City was essential for gathering information and interrogating people, as they would often ask little in return for their knowledge. Consequently, many a member of this clan ventured into this area on their missions. And this was exactly why several of Templars hidden within the city walls patrolled this area with the eyes of a hawk
Their instructions from their superiors were clear and simple. They were to track down and eliminate as many Assassins as they could. No prisoners were taken: they knew all too well the jackals
our sleeping patterns collide.I wake up tired.our sleeping patterns collide.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I wake up tired and it's afternoon again.
I wake up tired and I am alone.
It's like every night i fall asleep with you on my mind, and I quickly sort through my thoughts leaving the prettiest ones on top so I can try them on in the morning. So everyday, I wake up and try on being in love with you. Except every morning, it's three inches too big or a centimeter and a half too small or it's brushing my kneecaps like it's too long. But I wear it anyways, since I'm used to being a shade left of ordinary or two steps past crazy. I'm used to wearing love and I'm used to you.
I'm used to falling asleep next to you and waking up alone.
You call me.
You call me adorable and I like it.
You call me your own and it feels like a fairytale.
We spend the weekends curled up on iced lakes like mirrors, scratching our stories into their frozen surfaces, and you write about adventures you'll never have and places you'll never go with a girl I wish I could always be. And I write about
Western and Japanese animation the same Many of my friends talk about that there's a huge gap between Western (US/UK/EU) vs. Japanese cartoons. Even though there is some truth to some claims and that the west isn't as standardize in art styles. There are some disagreements I have.Western and Japanese animation the same2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. Animes take too much time on the intro and credits.
This has alot of truth to it. The avererage anime has a 90 second intro while the western one has 30 seconds. They even animate the credits and change the theme song over the seasons on a anime, the show has a lower quality animation than the intro, soundtrack, and credits. While shows like Hey Arnold and Inspector Gaget just have a short catchy tune with less then half of the animation budget. Even The Raccoons with the Run With Us credits theme, the closest western cartoon with a anime credits. just uses frames from the episode we just watched instead of using whole animation to waste the budget on.
2. All Anime and manga have the same formula's.
Yes it is true that most of the ones
throwing rocks.so i want to grow up and get a job and make happy, make money, make forget. i can't though, i'm too concerned with windchimes. i mean, fuck windchimes, right? i lie awake at night and listen to rigs on the rumble strip and the windchimes, (mostly the trucks), but damn, the tinkling is enough to keep me awake all night. but sometimes not, and then i dream i drown or maybe i marry a serial killer who props up corpses in rocking chairs or sometimes i dream about my ex-boyfriend's little sister because why not. then i wake up and it's taxes and credit cards and grades and people dying and shit.throwing rocks.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i don't know what is wrong with me.
i mean i do, though, it's called obsessive compulsive disorder and major depressive disorder and severe anxiety and a bunch of other shit that takes too long to detail, but i'm talking about the pieces insurance won't cover.
also fuck claire danes.
it's just like, when i close the door behind me i push on the doorknob six times plus seven plus seve
the cocooning of pangeatell me about continents and oceansthe cocooning of pangea6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'll tell you about highways
and i say:
that isn't an ending,
need to change.
and i say:
we all need to change,
even beauty must adapt.
and i say:
the sun thief.this is the point i'd like to tell you how i really feel about you:the sun thief.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
this is the point you sit down and shut up and keep your wandering fingers to yourself. put them in your pocket, in your lap, shove them in your mouth, down your throat, in the fire, under the knife. frankly, it doesn't matter to me -- just keep them to yourself. you have a nasty habit of trying to pickpocket emotions that aren't yours to have and trying them on for size when no one is looking. you have nervous fingers that pluck at loose strings to see if you can unravel the tapestry. you have a terrible way of picking at the chipped paint as if you have the power to erase the beauty spread across the sistine chapel. let me clue you in: you don't.
so be quiet, swallow your tongue, understand the forever trapped between the glow of his words isn't for you to capture. you had your chance when the world was new and the passions were leaking out of his pores and you turned away. you had the moment for the span of a breath
Caelum Sky - Ch. 1Caelum Sky - Ch. 16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Caelum Sky, Chapter 1
It began like a listless, fevered dream; my soul stretched apart like a canvas worn thin; the gentle ebb and flow of a sputtering heart rocked me slowly in a world devoid of features. Sinews of consciousness barely touched one another, sparking with flashes of life, of reality around me for just a moment before they drifted apart, back to nonexistence. My reality was devoured by something empty, barren and white. Silence in its purest form.
Drifting, aimlessly, the waves began to collect, faster then before. I strained, mind twitching with thought in my dreams, tension becoming greater and greater. More thoughts, more life! A spark, a jolt of energy, a snap of vibrancy much more brilliant than before hit me hard, snapping my mind back to reality, back to the very real world I had detached from. Everything had been white, brighter and brighter, something lovely, peaceful and new as I opened my eyes.
I awoke in the bowels of Hell. Light faded entirely, a