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A Tour Of My MindWelcome to my mind.A Tour Of My Mind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were you expecting something else?
Something less cold?
Less Flat?
More bold?
No, my mind is just what you see.
The floor of ice is my sum.
It's dry.
Feel free to walk on it,
But don't stay around too long, or you'll have a hard time moving on,
At least, theat's how it is for me.
But let's advance this tour a bit shall we?
Look up ahead.
That's a wall. A big one.
See it's cold flat sides and imposing towers?
It's all of my fears and inhibitions. All of them.
They're all bundled up nicely it appears,
But the bad thing is that the wall moves. It likes to try to stay close aro
Dreams A blue jay sang as the soft winter sun light streamed down to light up the afternoon. The gifts of the last night's snow still lay on the ground in front of Middletown Junior High. A blue extended cab pick-up was one of the three cars parked on the curb to the right of the school. Its engine idled, steam rising up in the crisp cold air.Dreams3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sitting in the truck, starring much further away than a thousand yards was seventeen year old Michael. He was thinking deeply, as he had been for countless hours this week. He had dreamt of her again, and he was still trying to figure out what it meant.
Rising Dragons:Chapter 1 Light blue eyes scanned the landscape before them, their owner memorizing as much as he could of the scene. “This planet is truly a magnificent place,” he said aloud as he thought about what would occur in the upcoming weeks. From a distance, in the setting sun, one couldn’t have seen that the fair haired youth’s eyes were not only sweeping over the view in front of him, but also were jumping to the slightest movement that occurred in the lush green valley below him.Rising Dragons:Chapter 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
“The troops are coming soon, I can feel them. I ordered them to come two human months from now… Father and Mother’s paranoia always have
The BoneUp to my lips, metal pushing the skin back against my teeth, cutting them open. The sound blooms forth from the bell, angels dancing out upon the vibrating air. All that matters is the sound and the silence, nothing more than the emotion. The mellow tones of a frosted, alarum flower skitter and scatter across the band.The Bone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love my love, my only children, my babies. They sit so perfectly in my hands as to never fall from my loving care. They complete my arm and continue my fingers. I make sweet, blessed love to them every day of my life. It can hurt, but what night of passion carries no risk. All that is and was is channeled through them, and t
Gay Pride VillanelleLet a man love his own wayGay Pride Villanelle4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the mind's fire shall ever burn bright
Lest Death's seal be seared onto day
As a diamond creates a rainbow from every sunborn ray
Shall every human soul cast an aura to break the night
let a man love his own way
In the purest mind, conflict doth dormantly lay
For the man's true soul knows what is right
Lest Death's seal be seared onto day
A person's being cannot be changed, as they say,
Let right be the star shining bright
Let a man love his own way
Fate stands more fickle than a storm of May
Filtering the world with such a horrendous sight
Lest Death's seal be seared onto day
As the world stands
The Pubescent JokeGirl with the long black hair,The Pubescent Joke4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you ever know I care?
You’re never to be touched or held.
How can I with your heart meld?
Girl with unending smile,
Would you stay with me a while?
Of course, you never look my way,
And I cannot make you stay.
Girl with the wit so bold,
Oh what power o’er me you hold.
But you say we both are kid,
And my affection thus stays hid.
Girl with beautiful voice,
How I wish I were your choice.
But your words are to my dismay,
Whenever that I look your way.
Girl with heart of gold,
No one else makes me so bold.
Alas, when we work together,
My wit seems weak, as a feather.
Girl with the
Judgement DayI hovered around, trying to fit in. You know the feeling... like being at a party where you don't really know anyone. People were paired off here and there, drinks in hand, chatting away, mostly standing outside a house under a pergola. I don't know how I got to be here, really. But all of that was fairly inconsequential, because a small number of us had been chosen to take a test.Judgement Day4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Judgement day.
Our souls were being measured, by the young guy who was in charge of our latest house renovation, as fate would have it. And this was a serious judgement. I had just seen one of the people who failed the test have their bowed head sliced off
March 13It’s a long corridor, stretching off into the distance, lined with doors on either side. All closed.March 134 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I used to come here often...
Now, the polished hardwood floor is coated with a fine powder of white dust.
Undisturbed.
Except for a little wet circle washed clean next to my toe.
Don’t cry.
I could smear the circle out of existence with my toe, but that wouldn’t undo anything.
Squinting to make out the face of the person at the far end of the corridor, I recognise myself.
At the start and at the end.
I don’t know what to do, so I just stare.
TiredI'm tired, I just don't want to hear itTired4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you, but cut the fucking drama
Not everything is a personal offense to your soul
Just stop worrying so much
Or you'll turn out like I have
Old at seventeen
Lines slashed into my hands by the cruel blade of stress
Permanent rings gliding underneath my eyes
Yet I'm not complaining, but I don't want that for you
Not everything is a huge deal, despite what you think
I'm pretty sure you can make it through
If you can't, then get some help
But don't complain just to be heard
Don't talk just to occupy yourself
If you have something to say
Say it, then stop
More is achieved by listening
Logans Nighttime Prayer4 years ago in Other
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CosmicThe Sun said to the Moon:Cosmic4 years ago in Open More Like This
I will light your day.
I will warm your skin.
I will inspire you with passion and bravery.
I will blind you in one thousand directions.
I will deafen you with the blare of one thousand trumpets.
I will crush you with my arrogance.
The Moon said to the Sun:
I will be a beacon in your night.
I will cool your humid brow.
I will give you the courage to be alone.
I will stare at you through the eyes of an owl.
I will slice you like a cold knife.
I will freeze you with my indifference.
The Stars said to the Moon and Sun:
La la la, la la la laaa,
La la la, la laaaaa.
January 2009January's gone so fast,January 20094 years ago in Other More Like This
The New Year's in, the New Year's passed,
School resumed five weeks ago,
But you couldn't tell if you didn't know.
My friends and I act like we've never been apart,
And certain people still manage to stop my heart.
Last year was great, that's for sure,
But I can't wait to see what this year has in store!
February 2009How quickly things appear to change,February 20094 years ago in Other More Like This
From bad to good to bad again.
Petty fights are a great way
to ring the new year in.
Like a rose that blooms and decays
before Spring can even begin.
There's stress at school, stress at home,
and stress at work, how great!
Not a minute to breathe, nor be alone,
as I'm always running late.
But I'm not really one to complain;
I tend to look on the bright side,
no matter what others might say.
I'm still waiting for another high.
Life is a rollercoaster, it's true,
Today was a fall; Tomorrow will be brand new!
FirestormSplit the woodFirestorm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the fire rage forth
Burn and crush
Eat the acrid fury
And scorch the barren soil
Return the life to Mother Gaia
And make my being imitate her
Make us fertile
With the ashes of our sins
The odious poison
Of sorrow up in smoke
Let the heat crash
Dredge our souls
Dry the ocean of blood
And, just the same,
Let all black
Be replaced by grey,
Burnt ash
Split the wood
Let the fire rage forth
SandstormCrack the earthSandstorm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the sand flow free
White grains of dust
Sharply piercing my heart
Flowing in through my veins
Drawing out the impurities
Sponging up the acid
Left over from a life
Make red lifeblood white
Earthen fertility
Deep within my heart
Make my mind
So strong as the land
And my soul so perfect
As the core of
The whitest hawthorn
Fill me with the love of Gaia
Push sand into my skin
Dye my being in pure marble tones
Over flow and hide
The black veins
The crevices of
Death's scythe filled
With perfect dust
Crack the earth
Let the sand flow free
It wasn't my faultMy wife and I were driving along a main road one afternoon. My wife was driving; I was... passengering, I suppose you’d call it. We were travelling south, if any one cares. I was watching the white van on the road straight in front of us. It had tiny little wheels, for a van. The wheels were about the size of those on a shopping trolley cart. The van looked quite unstable on its little wheels, lurching from side to side, this way and that way. Occasionally the van would jump a little way into the air, so that only a single front wheel remained in contact with the road. This was not good.It wasn't my fault4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“You’d better back off a bit
What will you do?What will you doWhat will you do?4 years ago in Open More Like This
tomorrow?
What will you do
when you get up from your computer?
What will you do
when you leave this page?
What will you do
when you finish reading this?
What will you do
when you reach the end of this line?
What will you do
when you reach the end of this wor........d?
What will you do
now?
UltimateThe ultimate poemUltimate4 years ago in Open More Like This
is the one that doesn't have to be written.
The ultimate story
is the one that doesn't have to be told.
The ultimate thought
is the one that doesn't have to be thought.
The ultimate peace
is the one that I don't have.
Alison and EmileeThe old woman looked at the faded photograph and sighed. Particles of dust were disturbed by the movement, diving around her head in protest. Frail fingers stroked the printed infant’s face in a slow and sombre notion.Alison and Emilee4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“My baby…” Whispered the woman, feeling the decades-long regret being taken over by anxiety. Why had she ever given the baby up? Distorted memories of empty bank accounts and alcohol swam through her mind. She couldn’t recall anything about the birth. It was only the name scrawled along the bottom of the photograph that reminded the lady of her child’s gender: Emilee.
“I’ll see you soon
Between a rock and a hard placIf I smile at someone as I walk past them on the way back to my car, it might be the icing on the cake of an extraordinarily good day for that person. The smile on their face, combined with a glimpse of the evening sun streaming through the clouds, might make them relax and slow their hurried stride. They will get to their car a few minutes later than if I hadn't smiled at them, and moments down the road, theirs will be the first car to drive off at a green traffic light, instead of going through the intersection on the previous cycle. And they will be hit by a car running the red light in the opposite direction. Their leg will be crushedBetween a rock and a hard plac4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I'm in Love With My LustOh, the passion!I'm in Love With My Lust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love and sex intertwined within one!
Beauty and elysian peace
Just from his presence!
That dark-blonde mop of hair
Flickering down in front of endless pools of blue!
So perfect, the epitome of everything,
God's one truly perfect manifestation
Totally free from the bonds of society
Showing off his divine form to myself and the world
Muscle stacked on muscle, closed in around snow-white bone
Nothing but the world, yet so much more to me!
Not just a perfect shape, but far more, so much more!
No more and no less than love incarnate,
He, himself, sculpted by the hand of Aphrodite just for me!
The ultimate lust is th
Roleplay Char--Jesse FriedmondCharacter Profile: Jesse FriedmontRoleplay Char--Jesse Friedmond4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Genre: Sly Cooper
Real Name: Jesse Friedmont (jess freed*mont)
Alias: Several, and counting
Age: 23 years
Place of Residence: Typically where ever he’s told to go, though he likes to be in Kentucky/Tennessee when he can.
Alignment: He’s typically a good guy, but he does what he’s gotta do.
Personality: I like to think he’s a mix of Michael Weston, Alex Rider, and Spiderman from the Ultimate Marvel Series. He’s got lying down to an art, and some times lies to people that he doesn’t have to lie to subconsciously as a defense mechanism. He
Rising Dragons Chapter 2 It was a light drizzle outside. Even on Main Street, there was virtually no activity. With a black suit case in hand and dressed in white suit, black tie, black jacket and black dress pants, Drasonili headed up the stairs to the Federal Court House, shielding himself from the rain with a black umbrella.Rising Dragons Chapter 24 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Over his many acquisitions of information from the many levels of the American government, Drasonili had had the sense to make himself a useful cover identity. Private Charles Manwell had graduated high school at the top of his class at age of 14 before going on to Harvard, where he majored in pre-law. At age 16, after completing the pr
Quixotic Times4 years ago in Other
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