Harvest MoonYou remind me of the harvest moonHarvest Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tugging the shore from beneath my feet, of
rowing out to sea in winter with empty nets
till spring, of catching every breath
in crystals on the same forgotten docks,
Where gravity knots my tendons into rope,
my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes
into searchlights scanning the horizon
for the first ship that leads to you.
Revolver in a Bag of PuppetsRevolver in a Bag of PuppetsRevolver in a Bag of Puppets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For Christine Chubbuck
On a fiery July morning
your eyes opened with intention
to involve innocents
in a cold steel plot
detailed on pages
in the bowels of your briefcase
wishes birthed in solitude
no light, no hope
Did your hands shake
as you buttoned your blouse?
Did your coffee
go cold in the cup?
Did your eggs
burn in the pan?
Did you think of the children
watching that day,
as the camera's eye
transmitted your pain live in color?
A thirty-eight caliber Smith and Wesson
drawn from a shopping bag full of puppets
fired behind the right ear
slammed against the desk
The Knife's SpeechIn the early eighteen hundreds, a sixteen year old girl decides to leave her hard home life and go out to seek her fortune. She takes with her a blanket, some food and her father's old knife. On the road to London, the knife speaks to her.The Knife's Speech3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I left the forge in years long gone by,
with blades of great renown and greater strength,
but none of them has done so much as I,
though they may be recalled whilst I am not.
It was with them that men waged cruel war,
displaying awesome power before the world.
I'm agent of small deeds which no one saw,
but which will have effect until Earth's end.
There's little in those youths who name me beautifu
The Ring BearerWinds of Spring creeping into open doorsThe Ring Bearer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that shrivel dandelions and tulips
and daffodils into collapsed balloons
on green jail bars ring against each other
in the groomsman's hurried breeze. He runs off
into the sunset through the neighborhood
of simple living and suburb golf carts.
The boy's tie is a broken propeller
flipping and flyingnoosed for the gallows
running through gardens from rings that aren't his.
The bride and groom are left, bewilderment
striking their glory days in estrangement.
Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you sweet like berries " she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.Sad Blue Eyes1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't understand why it
Przepis Ith. - Piankowe KakaoPrzepis Ith. - Piankowe Kakao8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
3 łyżeczki curku
1,5 łyżeczki kakao
3 łyżki śmietany 30%
250 ml gorącego mleka
Cukier, kakao oraz śmietanę,
szybko z energią dobrą mieszamy!
Potem już tylko mleko do kubka,
i oto woda życia słodziutka!
A kilka razy kręcimy łyżką,
żeby nam z pianką kakao wyszło!
the shut-inthe shut-in1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
where are these keyholes to the Equinox? the stars huddle
like alien nettle,
a gray chime of wrens scaling tree limbs and middays,
Darwin has no lines for me
i've sheetrocked the blistering ivies and blossoms.
i've glassed out daubers and frightening mollusks
pillowing through mud honey and minute old ruins.
intimate with my quiet desk, my paper hoard
i'm still a coward; the envelopes, Obama glass, the dozen unused spiral
diaries are menacing concoctions, minotaurs of lost dimensions.
i used to sleep in creek-beds.
Alzheimer'sHis house is made of crumbling slatsAlzheimer's6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of rotted knotted oak
and weakened joints.
The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
dragging fresh sunlight in
and memories away.
Even on the clearest days
he visits the front porch
less and less often.
He prefers to explore
those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach.
A Slow Drive through YosemiteA Slow Drive through Yosemite1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up out of a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted
carbon monoxideIt had been Javiers idea for the tattoos. "It'll keep you safe, Diego. No one will touch you." On the streets, no one had touched Diego to begin with. In order for Javier to earn the tattoo, he had to steal. When he stole the teenager's purse, she screamed and only chased him for half a block before giving up, but Javier didn't stop running. Back at his friend's apartment, when they opened the Coach bag and dumped out the contents, besides lipstick and a compact mirror, the wallet held cash and credit cards, a little iPod with the headphone cords wrapped around it and most of all, a digital camera. It had been a lucky find, and they'd sold evcarbon monoxide3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rap vs. poetry Most writings about the difference between rapping and poetry are merely an artificial opportunity to note the difference between Snoop Dogg and Edgar Allen Poe or some such mismatching. Of course, we should look at the two art forms with a fair, levelled comparison, or at least objectively.Rap vs. poetry3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Just as raps have a stereotypical subject matter, poetry could be thought of as being solely about crying, love and over-dramatic metaphor. Let's pluck a poem from the depths of deviantart.com:
"And the sun peeps over the horizon
where the sky meets earth
her rays stretch out and
caress Your face
i look down and marvel at Your
Heaven-and-EarthViento & Tierra. (NaruSaku)Heaven-and-Earth3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ella es tierra,
Pasan fácilmente sobre sus opiniones, pero siempre está dispuesta a soportar otra vez.
El es viento.
El es libre.
Y se empeña en dar caricias al mundo inerte para hacerle sentir bien.
Ella es dura, puede con todo lo desea.
El es alegre y su sonrisa es un susurro contagioso.
Si escarbas un poco, puedes encontrar,
Los sentimientos de la tierra que escondidos se encuentran.
La tierra ama la noche, la oscuridad quieta, el frío abrigo de la luna,
Las miradas del pasado.
Al viento le gusta gritar, le gusta anunciar,
El amor que siente por la tierra al pasar.
Chapter 2: AmericaChapter 2: America1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Chapter 2: Creation of America
One day Chuck Norris came into to the bathroom where the turd laid in the toilet. He had eaten some expired sushi and then threw up on the giant turd. It broke off to make America. Canada was a mix of puke and turd because of the French living there. About a million years ago some Italian guy sailed across the imported beer ocean. He was trying to find an epic way to China but found the shit hole America instead. There he sold the native souls for eighty cents apiece to England so he could afford to buy PASTA. When asked about selling the native souls for money he blamed it on the Norwegian or possibly German guy who originally discovered it. Did I forget to mention that the guy was from south Italy?
So slightly less than a mil
C h o i c e s.Life ain't no bed of rosesC h o i c e s.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just an endless list of choices.
We make mistakes
And hope not to break
As we're surrounded by these voices.
I thought I lived and learned
But know now I'm not finished
There's so much left of me to burn
My heart is just so scared
and I was left so unprepared.
For a love to hate like this,
It's something I should miss.
Yet here I am so strong
At merely holding on.
But, I see now
what takes most my strength
is simply letting go.
KarTer humanstuck trollplay▼: Tough luck, or well at least for Karkat Vantas. His day was horrible, more or less annoying. It all started really early in the morning," karkat! Get your fat ass up and get ready for school! If you're late again, I will fucking disown you!" shrieked his father as Karkat got ready and left for school, not really caring for his dad's stupid threats.It was raining that day, and of course, Karkat couldn't bring an umbrella due to how his father rushed him out, so he walked to school soaking wet. Next, during one of his usual classes, the teacher had noticed him soaking wet and sent him to the nurse who, took so fucking long to find himKarTer humanstuck trollplay1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
AT with Arrianne31-----AT with Arrianne312 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I did make Hinata's personality a bit different, just wanting to see how it would play out like that :D and I loved how she is in this!
I'm a ninja[x ] - You like cheese.I'm a ninja3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
[ ] - You hate peanuts.
[x] - You agree that this quiz is random.
[x] - You have farted today.
[x] - You have choked on something.
[ ] - You are a writer.
[ ] - You smoke.
[x] - You like to swim.
[ x] - You have farted more than once today.
[x] - You like ice cream.
[x] - You have lied more than 10 times.
[ ] - You are an only child.
[x ] - You have more than 3 pets.
[ ] - You prefer water to other drinks.
[ ] - You are an alcoholic.
[x] - You are under 20 years old.
[ ] - You are over 30 years old.
[ ] - You have a boyfriend/girlfriend.
[ ] - You like jewelry.
[ x] - Your favorite music ge
CricketOriginal Name: Alexandra Theodora Rafaela MacaulaCricket3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Legally changed to: Cricket Macaula Her friends had always called her Cricket, because she squeaks/chirps for random things; sometimes when she's happy, she'll make a little chirpy noise. She really liked the name, and hated her full one, especially because her parents and teachers insisted on using "Alexandra" instead of Alex, and her parents would yell her entire name when they were angry.
Age: 18 for one month
Appearance: She's about 5' 4" and her hair adds another inch or two on a good day, when it's being spiked. Her short hair is violet, and consistently so; she makes sure her
Button GirlHer name was Button Girl,Button Girl4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She came to me in a dream.
Her ragdoll body was adorned with buttons, stitches and seams.
Instead of eyes were buttons,
She couldn't talk, she couldn't see,
She was imprisoned by those buttons,
She wished that she was free.
There was nobody quite like her,
she was always quite alone,
She wasn't really human,
No body of flesh or bone.
Bows neatly tied in her woolen hair,
She was quite a sight,
If she was to go outside, she'd cause quite a fright!
Button girl is misunderstood,
She yearns for some friends,
But sadly for this poor ragdoll girl,
Her torment never ends.
Blank MemeKira NaraBlank Meme4 years ago in Humor More Like This
 you love (or like) getting ramen with your Friend(s)
 You an outcast
 you have many scars
 You have a pure colored wolf dog pup
 you have many outcast friends like yourself
 you have you take care of you little siblings most of the time
 a great responsibility bestowed upon you at a young age
 you have a lot of power over others
 you have blond hair
 you wear ribbons in you hair
 you hate a part of your body
 you have black hair
 you wear all (or 99%) black
 your sister always comments on your eyes
 you hid you eye(s) with your hair
66 Miles To A Wedding Day66 Miles To A Wedding Day6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Julie was the most homely person in town. The citizens looked at her strangely for her rather unattractive looks, but she was also the sweetest woman who ever lived. She lived on a ranch with her brother and his wife, just a few miles from the town. She ran a little store that sold general goods, plus a floral shop outside. She would feed anyone and anything that walked into her store, and if anyone was broke or broken down, she would help them. She did not have much money, but the kindness that radiated from her made up for it, and no stranger noticed her ugliness and no person walked away from her frowning and not even the meanest person al
Blank Character Survey Part1Character Survey: The Basics: How well do your characters know themselves?Blank Character Survey Part12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Fill this out as if you are your character. It is long, but there are some pretty interesting questions and you will not be disappointed I hope following are a ton of questions you need to answer. It will let you know when it starts Good luck characters.
Story this character is from:
What is your character's full name?
How old is your character throughout the majority of the story?
Date of birth?
Place of birth?
Male or Female?
How many brothers/sisters does your character have? Older? Younger?