A tu mama nadie le dice que NOEra una linda mañana en la ciudad de Danville, y la familia Flynn-Shapiro iba con dirección hacia una academia de dibujo para inscribir a su hija llamada Emma, ya que le gustaba dibujar, aparte de que tenía un gran don y se le facilitaba.A tu mama nadie le dice que NO3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bueno, tiempo atrás se habían enterado de esa academia y Emma de 15 años le emociono la idea de ir a estudiar ahí, así que los padres le complacieron ese pequeño deseo.
Ya en la academia, Isabella y Emma se metieron a una oficina para poder hablar con la administradora he inscribirla, pero para su mala suerte, no había lugar, así que Emma se desilusiono y se puso triste.
Isabella se la llevo a un rinconcito de esa oficina, para poder hablar con ella en privado
-ya vámonos má, no hay lugar (decía Emma con sus ojos cristalinos)
-mi hija no se va a rendir tan rápido, va a entrar a esta escuela, si así lo quiere ¿así lo quieres? (le pregunto Isabella muy segura
of storms and skysee my hair dance wild as wind-strings jerk it about//hear the ocean-wind heave itself against us all- crashing into our eyes and mouth//feel the winter-wind brush our skins in summer//then inhale the heaviness of air and sink through the dirt- because darling, you dont deserve gods beautiful violence.of storms and sky6 years ago in Other More Like This
(it drags the tree by its leaves saying kiss your trunk, kiss it and it does; releasing with a snap. the other trees flitter-flutter violently, crying within the cacophony of rain on concrete. white stars fall where light exists, and only sound where it disappears. the sky -the colour of sunburnt skin- watches it all with hunger. and then a moment we are swallowed. gumtrees, rain, earth; we are all night sky now. but our eyes open and the rain is no more, dew on grass. and the wind is no more, only breath.)
Io ti vedo - poesiaIo ti vedo, uomo.Io ti vedo - poesia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ti vedo quando sfrutti te stesso,
quando usi la tua donna,
quando vendi i tuoi figli.
Io ti vedo uomo.
Ti vedo distruggere il tuo mondo,
abusare della natura,
inquinare con la tua immondizia.
Io ti vedo uomo,
Ti vedo uccidere il tuo prossimo,
disciminare per sesso e religione,
sfuttare i deboli.
Io ti vedo uomo.
Ti vedo bramare il potere,
adorare il dio denaro,
amare fare sesso.
Io ti vedo uomo.
Ti vedo riflesso
dall'altra parte dello specchio.
What Freaks We AreWhat Freaks We Are8 years ago in Open More Like This
What Freaks We Are
Clinging to this odd bio-sphere,
so different from anything in the universe.
Upside down, right side up,
it makes no difference.
Clinging to life;
what freaks we are.
We have created our own clock,
our own time,
our own laws.
We have microscopes,
We are artists and poets,
parents and children,
killers and thieves,
We are obsessed,
Are we cursed,
or are we blessed?
How difficult to really know.
We are pathetic bastards,
without a clue.
Clinging to life;
what freaks we are.
Tom Wilcox 06/27/06
Exiled in EdenI extinguished my eternal ring of fireExiled in Eden4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For the indelible taste of my fugitive desire
Now I'm left to linger through this shadow
I was Exiled in Eden the day I swallowed
As I steal the time I'm too broke to borrow
I compose the cycle of maybe tomorrow
I've forsaken the strength to balance in flight
So the grace I promise will betray the light
To feast as Serpents again and again
To enkindle eternal the stratagem of end
She loves me, She loves me not
She loved me, Or so I thought
If all is fair in love and war
Then all is dead the dove we whore
The impending hours were bought with treason
So heartless crimes sell thoughtless reason
With broken wings and bloodshot eyes
I've reached past plains in full disguise
I'm lost in the truth of my own lies
You're lost in the me I forgot to hide
As I drown in a bottle bobbing for wishes
I'm anchored to the cycle I now call vicious
It's ourselves in others we try to kill
As the other in ourselves we deny is real
To feast as Serpents again and again
dear diary, today i diedshe's a ghost of a girl in the mirror. dark hair tangles like weeds below her shoulders and cuts at grey eyes. harsh shadows don't leave her with a skeleton like she sometimes hopes, but she feels it in her mind. feels the sharp edges and the trembled fragility, the silent cry for another's flesh and that outward plea of don't break me. cold fingers make love to cold glass while the sky cries over and over for sun.dear diary, today i died6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
this afternoon death made to kiss her lips but missed. he'd come so close she now knows what nothing doesn't feel like and she cannot fear it. it's a blankness so removed from consciousness she cannot reach it with thought- but she had drowned in it and forever the extent of nothingness will stay with her. she shivers. she is wet, she is cold, but she breathes. hear her breathe, louder now than the wind outside.
the rain had witnessed them; two friends walking beneath an vast umbrella. legs bare and teeth bare in laughter. the rainclouds had swollen with envy, coughin
The Gift of FireA theft from a lordThe Gift of Fire6 years ago in Open More Like This
A gift to the poor
My work abhorred
A martyr obscure.
They once called me Prometheus
And thanked me for my pain.
So that they may live
I suffered a fate arcane.
Once a titan
Once a snake
I was punished to enlighten
I was broken for their sake.
I dared to light the fire
To set the people free.
I burned on the pyre
None hearing my plea.
My hands are gone
My body maimed
No more will I see the dawn
Below I sit here stripped and shamed.
I once sat beside the lord I defy
Now I stoop in a forgotten hole,
And still I ask Him why
Am I so forbidden to console.
Different from those He created,
I, alone, am hated
By those afraid of strife:
Those afraid of life.
Cast down below
Prey to the dark wings above,
I am charged to be the foe
Forsaken and devoid of love.
They once called me Prometheus
And thanked me for my fire.
They now name me Satan
And call me The Liar.
exhalation.Sixteen. Sixteen years since she was the size of a deflated lung beneath her mothers ribcage- now she has her own mass beneath her ribcage. Thumping sometimes to the outside, treating the skin of Laylla's stomach like a door. It will open in 3 months, it will be sliced open because her flesh is meat and they'll bring Sophie to air and she'll swallow until all she tastes is that dull white of the hospital. And then she'll cry and the music will drone in Laylla's ears until she tastes vomit and she is numb in all the aching places.exhalation.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't know the father. She thinks Michael but she tells herself it is Louis. She repeats his name over and over in her head until it simply can't be anyone else's. But baby Sophie will have Michael's milk skin and his amber eyes and then she'll feel her heart sink all over again.
They fucked in a Garden. Wire fencing ripped open her calve like it was a gift and left a scar souvenir. He lifted her dress -sun yellow- and brought her underwear to meet her k
Key and youIt was a pretty quiet morning. You were sitting in your small desk inside the large office at the deep end of the art gallery. Next to yours a bigger desk. Your aunt's desk.Key and you4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The white walls and colorful decoration made it a rather nice office to be in. You were sitting there, doodling with your pen on a blank piece of paper. You eyes wondered around the room and then outside the big glass window that was looking right into the big hall, where all the artwork was exposed for everyone to admire.
Your aunt was in charge of managing the gallery for the past few months and you took the chance to be there and work with her. You were always interested in art and this was a great opportunity for you to learn as much as you could about managing such a business.
Your aunt wasn't in the room with you. She had gone to the store across the street for a bit. You had the radio on, randomly changing stations, when you heard this song.
Boy you put me on the spot, I don't know what to say but I'm try
Onew and youYou were sitting at the porch of your house one evening, like you did almost every evening. You loved to see the sun go down. Then all of a sudden a small truck stopped right across the street. It wasn't really a surprise since a few trucks had already been there the last couple of days. But then a big black car stopped right behind it.Onew and you4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doors opened and five guys stepped out. You first saw a tall handsome guy with short blond hair that shortly waved at you but you were almost immediately distracted by another hand moving right next to his face.
You moved your eyes just to see brown hair, a beautiful face with a sweet smile, two puffy cheeks and two small but cute, smiley eyes, and then a hand, waving at you.
"Jinki hyung! Are you coming?" the tall blond guy asked walking towards the house.
"Yeah!" the other replied.
Then you raised your hand and waved back at him. He smiled again and walked towards the house along with everyone else. You weren't much into mainstream music but you knew
Northern english translationNorthern English translationNorthern english translation5 years ago in Settings More Like This
For times untold, the sacred forest of Baalhiam has seen bitter strife between humans and the Elf people. A high magic place, foremost sanctuary of druids and mages, the forest is home to the Elves of Nür. They are the guardians of a powerful magic taking its source at the heart of the old forest.
As human mages came to steal this magic, war broke out. The Elves closed down their borders. They concealed the pathways through Baalhiam with magical spells, driving humans away from their territory. From then on, Baalhiam became a forbidden place for foreigners. Cendre and her family are among the banned people, who soon discover what tragic curse has befallen them. While the immemorial forest is a mighty source of magic, those who are expelled after being born and raised there stand condemned. After several years spent far from the forest, they fall inexplicably ill. Try as she might to fight against it, Cendre loses mother and
+ Silent Funeral ++ Silent Funeral +4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm going away to where there is no pain,
nothing ventured nothing gained.
My peace is there I know my worth,
buried benieth the cold dark earth.
Im going away to where time stands still,
touch my flesh its the last time you ever will.
My peace is there....."Silent Funreal"
The Other Side Chapter 10Chapter 10The Other Side Chapter 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a bright Spring morning and I was in the mood to cook. So I walked into the kitchen and peeked into all the cabinets to see what they were stocked with. I saw a can of blueberries and decided to make blueberry pie. As I was puttering about the kitchen, preparing the dough for the pastry, Michael walked in humming a lovely melody.
"What's the tune you're humming?" I asked.
"That's the name of the song?"
"No. The composer. The piece is called 'Clair de Lune."
"Mmm... it sounds beautiful," I said.
"You've never heard it?" he asked me.
"Okay, hang on. I'll play it for you," he said and went to get the record.
"What are you making, by the way?" he asked me while putting on the record.
"Ooh! Yummy! I love Blueberry pies. I like apple pies even more though," he said winking at me, "but you aren't going to make that are you?"
"No. I am not!" I laughed.
"I'll get you to eat apple pie one day, you watch and you'll relish it."
"Yeah, we'll see
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened
fuckfuck12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fuck your little smile
and your teasing little eyes
fuck your tender touches
and fuck your little lies
fuck everything about you
everything that drew me in
the reason why im drowning
the reason i cant swim
you said you\'d fucking be there
but you werent when i needed you most
fuck your petty excuses
to me youre just a ghost
a spirit that wont leave me
or give me fucking peace
all i want is your arms around me
and for that im losing sleep
you just keep denying me
of the love i know is mine
im desperate cuz i need you
where do i draw the line?
i love you but i hate you
and for that i say fuck this
refusing me everything ive given
ignoring my only wish...
Novena Reminder I.C. Day 2Novena in Honor of the Immaculate ConceptionNovena Reminder I.C. Day 23 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starting November 30 and ending December 8, the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception
First, recite the Prayer to the Immaculate Conception.
PRAYER TO THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION
O God, who by the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary,
did prepare a worthy dwelling place for Your Son,
we beseech You that, as by the foreseen death of this, Your Son,
You did preserve Her from all stain, so too You would permit us, purified through Her intercession, to come unto You. Through the same Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You
in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end. Amen.
DAY TWO O Mary, ever blessed Virgin, Mother of God, Queen of angels and of saints,
we salute you with the most profound veneration and filial devotion as we contemplate your holy Immaculate Conception. We th
My Thoughts on Dr. HorribleMy Thoughts on Dr. Horrible6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Dr. Horrible Psychoanalysis
Recently, I came across an amazing musical on Youtube called Dr. Horribles Sing-Along Blog. The best thing about this musical, to me, is not just how well character development is defined in this through actions and symbolism, but the abundance of symbolism itself. These are all things that Ive thought deeply about since I saw it, and Ill try to deal with them without rambling too much. Although, since its a psychoanalysis how will you know when Im rambling? Aha!
Jonghyun and youYour heart was pounding like insane. Gathering the courage to be standing there right now took a long time for you. You were in one of their performances, in front of the stage. Fans were cheering all around you, yelling their names but you couldn't open your mouth to speak. And the guy you loved was just standing a few feet away, on that stage.Jonghyun and you4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jonghyun hyung, it's your turn." Key said smiling. "What will you do to make a lucky fan happy?"
You saw him smirk. "I will do what I do best." he replied calmly, brushing some hair of his face.
Key and the other members laughed and so did the audience that broke out into cheers. So loud they were piercing your ears.
"Okay! We will need a volunteer!" Minho said loudly from his microphone.
The crowd went insane once again, but it all sounded so distant to you now. You knew it. You wouldn't be chosen. You never were. Just your luck. Your heart broke a little as you thought that someone else would get a chance to touch him, stand next to him.
Emily FishhookEmily Fishhook11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a girl
With a head like a hook
Sort of a medieval coathanger look
Without any eyes,
mouth nose or ears
she couldn't see, speak
smell, taste or hear
she hadn't a brain
nor did she a thought
But still she could feel
and still she could walk
Her mother and father
knew something was wrong
when to "Emily, dearest!"
she would not respond
If she had a nightmare
'Twas beyond her to scream
Though sleep never came
So she could never dream
She wouldn't play
with her little pink dolls
If she couldn't see
It was no fun at all
She did have a cat
With a long fluffy tail
But she pulled it too close
and it was impaled
Her parents were worried
for their little blight
She didn't move often
and her head was a fright
They took her to the playground
One fine sunny day
The children saw Emily
and then ran away
She couldn't see them
or hear their remarks
she stood while away
all the children would dart
On Sunday to church
Her parents did take her
(they called her the rape
of their mother nature)