Don't GoShe awoke that morning to find Aaeru calmly dressing herself. Sleep still clouded her eyes as she tried to figure out why Aaeru was awake so early; the sun was just rising outside the window of their bedroom. They usually slept past sunset, one of them waking the other. Yet, here Aaeru stood, already up and dressing. She shook her head to clear away the last of sleep.Don't Go5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aaeru, what are you doing?" she asked. "Why are you up so early?"
"Because I'm leaving, Neviril," stated Aaeru matter o' factly.
"Leaving? What do you mean by that?"
She watched as Aaeru pulled the shirt over her head, silent. She waited patiently and heard the heavy sigh as Aaeru turned to look at her. "I'm leaving you. I can't stay anymore."
Ignoring the sudden sick feeling in her stomach, Neviril looked to the girl she loved. "Leaving? But why? Why are you going?"
Another sigh, as though Neviril should already know the answer. "I don't want to look for her anymore. That's all you ever do. I tried to help, but you just
Cells are StupidCells are StupidCells are Stupid5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She pulled her lips away from the stone wall, and replaced it with her forehead. What had come over her? Kissing the wall had felt like instinct. All at once she had felt Neviril's presence near her, and she had to be closer. She had to wonder if wanting to kiss the wall was part of what Floe had meant. Her face reddened at the thought of that conversation. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and figure out a way to escape.
This time, she was more determined than anything to get to Neviril. However, a glance around at her quarters told her that was a very unlike course of action. The cell was empty, and the window was much too high. Even with that knowledge, Aaeru still stood at the wall below the window, glancing upward. She studied the stone, pressing her hand against it. Would it be possible to climb it? The crevices in the wall were thin and spread wide apart, but perhaps she could. At the very least, she must try. She raised her hands up, using her fing
I cut too deepI turn on the sink to hide my deedI cut too deep10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The door is already locked and closed
Unfortunately, this time, I've cut too deep
While both arms I exposed
Eyes cinched shut
No tears will escape
As I begin
Warm waters run out of my blood cold arms
Dripping off my blue fingertips
No amount of praying or charms
Will rescue me from these collecting drips
Knees weaken and give out beneath me
I fall to the floor
Water still running
Arms still flowing
I stare up to where I think Heaven is
My eyes speak more grief than words ever could
Could this have all been different I wonder
But now I'll have no chance to see
The dreams I had never dreamt
The love which I never found
The goodbyes I never said
My thoughts recollect on the ground
I look at my deed again
A solemn tear forms and falls
Down my cheek and to the floor
Repentance now is trying to settle the score
These cuts will always stay with me
Yet as I lay here quietly
I drown in a hope
That somehow I may depart from these scars
Then the c
AnonymityHer fingernails are all cracked and chipped; her nervousness peeling away the skin at the sides. She sits on a park bench in the middle of a busy street, yet her pain seems invisible to those who just pass her by. I see her rocking back and forth. I watch her closely as she mutters to herself under her breath. She looks too young to have such a hard worn face. She has victim written across her forehead in plain language for all too see. No knight in shining armour comes to rescue her. All the knights are on strike, waiting for better pay cuts or for prettier princesses to rescue. The charming knights all line up outside night clubs to rescue the pretty dolled up princesses for just one night, before they dump them out on the side walk for the next knight to come.Anonymity8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I walk in closer, watching her for a sign of life. There is none. She doesnt even seem to realise so many people are around her. The
The House of One-Third MirrorsThe House of One-Third MirrorsThe House of One-Third Mirrors6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps what I remember best about my childhood is the house in which I resided. The grounds of it were mysterious in themselves: grass grew in excess everywhere; the insuppressible weeds were a gardener's nightmare; leaves scuttled in desperate circle, and I seem to recall this occurring despite the lack of wind. Two dark, skeletal trees grew, though rather depressingly, on opposite sides of the uneven cobblestone path that ran through the middle of the yard, giving the property a symmetrical appearance. Even the fence and gates which encircled it seemed morose; pointed and black, they stood erected as if for a cemetery; never mind that the eerie silence gave the whole house and grounds a feeling of incredible morbidity.
But the house! the house- in all its gloom and glory, dominating the street- nay, the whole neighborhood, with its vastness. It stood three stories tall, with each level made of a different material: t
Talk is CheapI'm sorry.Talk is Cheap7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If father were defined in a way I understood,
If you knew.
If you red my heart, bleeding through
No more screaming.
AbortionIt's raining again.Abortion9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky is the color of a baby blanket
and all on my mind is that cavern in my belly
that place where the blossom came,
the orange bird of paradise bearing you,
I float empty like a paper bag
on the casting currents of the sky
blown with uncertainty
and the days that flow into night
unbroken and unfeeling, cold like apathy
I'm sorry I never felt a thing before I knew you
I'm sorry you'll never see the morning
I'm sorry you'll never have a name
or a voice
or a song to sing
I'm sorry for your never-was
and I'm sorry for my never-will-be.
Cold Light1Cold Light4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Layla, in the kitchen, busies herself by cutting up vegetables that were not meant for any particular meal. It is mid morning and the Whitechapel apartment is flooded with a bronze bath from the brilliant summer sun. An old grandfather clock ticks, tocks, ticks, and tocks in the far corner of the living room where Richard, a man in his late fifties but looking more like he was in his early forties, sits anxiously on the loveseat staring at a blank television screen and bouncing his right leg repetitively. Besides the clock, ticking and tocking, you could hear a pin drop throughout the entire apartment.
Suddenly, Layla stops chopping and Richard takes instant notice.
"What is it, honey?" He asks from the other room. Layla stares blankly out the window above the counter and watches the cars below at the intersection.
STONED MAROONI SIT IN MY NEST OF WOOD CHIPSSTONED MAROON5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I SIFT THROUGH THE ASHES TO FIND MY GOLDEN EGG
I LISTEN TO WOMB WATERS INSIDE
I PLAY THE SACRED HORN WHOSE SOUNDS CREATES THE DREAM TIME
FOR THE SLEEPY SUBURBIA DIFFERENT FOR EVERYBODY
AND CHANGES ME CHAMELEON STYLE INSIDE
SomethingSomethingSomething6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why do I be and let be?
Why do I hurt and let hurt?
Why do I love and let love?
Why do I need and let need?
Why do I want and let want?
Why do I feel and let feel?
Why am I free and let free?
Why do I know and let know?
Why do I hold and let hold?
Why do I kiss and let kiss?
Why do I hug and let hug?
Why do I control and let control?
Why do I cut and let cut?
Why do I sleep and let sleep?
Why do I die and let die?
Why do I live and let live?
I do not know!
I want to know!
I don't want to!
I want to!
I feel and hurt!
I love and feel joy!
I want and need!
I hate and despise!
This makes no sense,
I make no sense!
UntitledHe never forgot the coloursUntitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And his mother told him to express himself
So he painted a picture
A simple one, and nicely done
And when he finished his fingers were messy
And his painting was hung on the wall
Too high for him to reach
He never forgot the rhythm
And his friends told him to express himself
So he wrote a song
A heartfelt one, and nicely done
And when he finished he sang it to the girl he liked
And she gave him half a smile
Before she turned away
He never forgot the words
And his therapist told him to express himself
So he wrote a poem
A tired one
But no one was there to say how well it was done
And when he finished he signed his name
A smear of red to haunt his dreams
As he lay awake at night
-1 Yr Ago--1 year ago--1 Yr Ago-8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He's listening, to the other side of the phone.
She's quiet, and breathing softly. He can tell.
He wants to ask, if anything is wrong, between the small hiccups of sobs he could barely hear but his mind tells him not to so he sits and waits.
She's crying, all by herself. Hugging the pillow tight. She wants to tell him what's wrong, but she only feels her throat tight as her heart feels like a void. She wants to speak, and just let it out.
But neither say a word.
She smiles to try to lighten the mood, "You know, when summer comes around, I'm going to go outside and play in the rain. Like I used to when I was a kid."
He chuckles, "Hmm, yea and walk in with a cold. Real smart."
She laughs, "But who cares when its the rain? It washes away your tears." Then she sits still, and the tears come again.
She is crying-
He hears her, wants to let her know it is all alright. But he can only tighten his grip on the phone and wish he was there.
She sniffles, "I wish you could give
ContextI. You always told me to collect the dregs of memory in a convenient jar. But mine always cracked and they fell into your waiting hands until you decided to break your fingers.Context6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You were my witness, and having a witness is a humiliating but also a life-saving thing.
II. You always built me beautiful buildings and told me they could never fall.
Well, the Titanic could never sink, they all said.
I always lay awake thinking about what a cruddy architect you are and how you must be blind because everything you make has holes in it.
You like to fix things, but you can't call yourself a saviour if you heal me then blow me right up again.
III. You've made a journal writer out of me and yes, I know that you're a caged bird and yes, I know clipped wings are hell, but you can't go trying to lock me into that hell, too. My wings finally grew back.
I love you becauseAll the nights are beautiful when I am with you.I love you because5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky is majestic and gushing and big,
the way you feel when you're alive beyond living
We deserve this, right?
We deserve the highest of all highs,
the crushing and terrible and valiant love,
the fantastic and overflowing love.
We could bring down empires,
twirl the world in our palm,
but we don't. We curl up in remote corners
of the planet, away from evil's influence.
The scent of you never left my nose,
all these years that wrenching pain never left.
It was empty, even with other lovers,
I was always empty and clawing at the air.
I will probably never tell you this,
but the first weeks I spent alone after you
I felt I was losing my sanity.
But I kept awaking in the mornings,
more and more willingly every sunrise.
I wrote more than ever then,
and it was all I could do,
but I hear you were worse off than I was.
Life is unforgiving but love is.
I love you because
everything is beautiful and grand and fantastic
and life is no
no waythere is no way, there is no light,no way7 years ago in Other More Like This
no cure for all the things I hide inside.
leave me, leave me, leave me
something is missing, I lost my place
I'm sick of the memories, that hit right into my face
leave me, leave me, leave me
my life is fading, the hope is gone
there's simply no cure for all you have done
leave me, leave me, leave me
I'm all alone, I'm out of touch
past makes me think quite too much
leave me, leave me, leave me
the child inside is frozen, the heart breaks in my chest
I urgently need a break, but can't find some rest
leave me, leave me, leave me
I never built trust, but walls I built great
no time left for savin' me - too late, late, late
leave me, leave me, leave me
feel so lost in this world, feel all alone
you broke my pride, my will, my mind, made my heart out of stone
leave me, leave me, leave m
Something GreatThere is this place. You travel two kilometers outside of here, the road falls away, and I find it difficult stepping upon the broken path. Cars will watch you here. Lights run from you. Its dark. The boy at the gas-pump will wave and lock the door and his boy blue shark will take him home and I stay.Something Great6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see it and watch it away from people.
And I cannot say. Its being hospitalized.
It is like no sound wants to touch me, as I am alone. Sound does not wish to be alone with me. So Im ignored. But how often have I really been this way? Probably longer than has been given credit for. And every night this reminds me. The beautiful emptiness. That I really was meant for dead.
Its like being in bed.
Like being ill.
But not like when I was dying.
More like when the power flickered out.
Dying was too strong. I choked and it hurt.
But this is soft and maybe pleasurable. It is quiet and peace. Until I see this field at night. And as the boy waves me farewell suddenly it
Snuff Film5Snuff Film4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Richard calls Liam into his office early to talk with him. Liam stands just in front of his fathers' desk while Richard pulls something out from under his desk. He hands Liam a package wrapped in duct tape that appears to have already been opened.
"What's this?" Liam asks. Richard takes a seat behind the desk.
"You wanted a job?" He asks. "It's a tape. But I want you to understand something." Liam slips the tape out of the package and turns it over in his hands, inspecting it. "This was sent to me from a patient. Normally, of course, I would never let you or anyone else see this, I could loose my license, but I just want you to watch it."
"Is this a snuff film?" Liam asks. Richard remains indifferent.
"One of my more recent patients sent it to me. His name is Nikolai Sokoll. He came to me last week and I proscribed him Clonidine. He told me about one of his friends over the internet, Michael."
"But the Clonidine, it was for, what, sleep hyperhidrosis, neuralgia ?"
Entry 3Entry 3Entry 34 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I went out the other day to the mailbox and when I came back inside, I saw him on the floor, just shaking. His eyes were wide open and his breathing was shallow. I dropped everything and ran over to him. When I was standing just over him, he grabbed my arm and tried pulling himself up. I thought he was honestly dyeing, and then all of a sudden he just started laughing. Laughing, and he fell back down to the ground.
"Why? Just why?" I asked, but he couldn't stop laughing to answer. I threw his mail in his face and went back to the couch. But that was yesterday. Today, the same thing happened. I had just finished breakfast, Liam was on the sofa, and I was about to get in the shower, when I heard a thud. I ran over and there he was flat on the ground, panting in short sprits, making this wheezing sound. His chest was bouncing rapidly and his eyes were half shut but he was looking off somewhere behind me. His mouth barley hung open and he was banging his fists on the ground.
003. uninstall.the skin on these mechanical bones003. uninstall.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the eyes inside this plastic shell
they're fake and hollow
as i am, inside this hell.
all i can hope and dream for
a pleasant escape
i want out of this nightmare
i'm ready to change shape.
i yearn to be human,
a desire to be real
they call it a malfunction;
machines don't feel.
i am a reject among my kin
i know emotion while they are cold
i watch each formed carefully;
it's contents in a "perfect" mold.
despite our different composition,
aren't we all the same?
just silly pieces that are gathered together
only justified by a name?
i'm threatened by extinction
by nonexistence, and execution
with reasons such as secrecy;
the fear of persecution.
i'll suffer a fate worse than death,
i can hear their beckoning call
i've no other voice; no time to spare
i'll have to reset; uninstall.
Born into FleshBorn into flesh constructed cells,Born into Flesh6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Bones constrict, ligament shackles restrict my fight for light,
For freedom, to soar into the blue filled reflection
To take my first breath of air
After asphyxiating in a vat of crimson tar.
Longing for the conjugal visits from creativity,
Inside I pace, I wait to satiate this hunger
This desire to escape if only for brief heartbeats.
To fly like a petal upon the wings of imagination
Forgetting this damnation of now.
A lover of instant gratification
With promises of momentarily salvation
That prize open synthetic bars to let me crawl out
Away from the judge, the jury and executioner
That ironically but most heartbreaking... are me.
I only want to be free.
Ban This PoemOh you're clever, so clever,Ban This Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tape over our mouths
because we all disagree
we all want different things.
But I want what's right.
Muzzle us, mute us
because you and I
live on different wavelengths.
Take away the literature
Take away the films
Take away the music.
Rip our liberties from our skin
Strip us of our rights.
Naked and in your control.
You laugh as you deal cards
to the lesser people,
the ones trying to survive
the ones afraid to stand up to you.
But you're clever, you're oh so clever
Because you own authority.
You have your hands
in every branch of society,
so opposing positions have no chance.
Tear out articles and editorials
so you can control our opinions.
You're clever though
because you're not pulling the trigger
and wealth are pistols.
What Hitler did was legal too.
so teach me a lesson
and ban this poem.
Save your dignity.
And if I don't learn,
you'll know what to do.
Because you're clever,
and you know that