Black Diamond Dogs: Semper FiBlack Diamond Dogs: Semper FiBlack Diamond Dogs: Semper Fi4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Great to have you back! A lot of us didn't think we were going to see you again."
"You had to know I could not stay away."
"Well there's that...but honestly we didn't think you were going to live." Cobalt admitted.
"Oh, right." Salen smiled. "There were more than a few moments when I wasn't sure of that either. I see that cut you got from Captain Kirk's fist left a scar."
"Yes it did." Cobalt beamed proudly.
"Do you know where Razor is? I thought that he'd be here to greet me."
"Don't take it personally. It's July 11th on the Earth calendar."
"July 11th? What does that mean."
"It means it's the one day of the year that no one ever sees Razor."
"No one knows." Cobalt shrugged. "He's hold up in the observation deck I think, but if I were you I wouldn't go in there."
The Tale of the WomanThe Tale of the WomanThe Tale of the Woman6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The woman turned away from the open oven then, the smell of hot, drying wood next to the firebox suddenly overpowering. She placed her book on the kitchen table, on the velvet and tasselled sea-green tablecloth, given to her by her grandmother.
She listened. She sat in the rocking chair, covered in patches of her history. She would not expect any visitors. She would not expect her husband yet. No, no human activity. The excited rush to the window or door at the sound of a passing cart in the lane was a distant, immature memory. She wasnt listening for anything in particular. Just scraps of sound to which she could respond.
A buzzard viewed the white vein of water beside her farmhouse as a pulsating thing, wriggling in its cleft. And it saw the pale, hard scarring on the green shoulder of the hill, the land unhealed. Now, eyes shut, the woman saw the stone being hacked from the landscape, by hands desperate for shelter, food and work. This house is a part of
eikon aklastos.we mused underneath bloodless onyx nights,eikon aklastos.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pointing out the stars like celestial bread crumbs
left behind by some careless angel. safe
in their studded velvet sea, they sighed and
gossiped high above our heads; they hissed their secrets
to the big blue marble so many light-years away:
sibilant whispers, snake-eyed promises eventually neglected.
someday, when the stars are collected like bits of
shredded reality by zeus's sons and daughters,
when they pull the plug on the moon, when it bleeds out
one or two more firefly flickers and finally dies,
we will discover how to collapse into the edges of existence
and absorb ourselves into the universal soul.
and the official arguments on behalf of the original
galaxies will burn for the sake of ozone and oneiric
existentialism, and when there is no more proof that
we were here, god will raise his finger once more
and we will believe again that we have never been.
crash-landing on the borders of being is the reason for
the aromatic Miss MirandaA blouse turmeric yellowthe aromatic Miss Miranda5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a youth, terminally mellow
Lined, crumpled, irregulous
Silk, a fabric to be ironed
She a girl not bothered
By a few creases in her fleeces.
Paprika red tresses, cropped close for convenience
Bristling with potential for lyrical length
By a girl bored of boring.
A herby heathen vegan
The incredible, edible
aromatic Ms. Miranda.
Welcome to Internet UniversityAs sunlight begins creeping over the dorms of Internet University, massive waves of students begin their daily routines, with IMing and long cafeteria load times abound. We join a scene in the bedroom of notable info-maniac personality Twitter as his roommate Facebook attempts to get him out of bedWelcome to Internet University6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Facebook: "Twitter! Come on get up!"
Twitter: "I'm getting up! Stop poking me!"
Facebook: "Well hurry up! I could write four notes by the time you get ready"
Twitter: "Okay, I'm up. Now I'm putting on my sock"
Facebook: "I don't need the play by play, Tweet"
Twitter: "Dang, I can't find a good shirt. I'm now searching my closet. Im still looking"
Facebook: "Seriously, man. So unnecessary"
Twitter: "Kinda like that layout change I caught you formatting last week."
Facebook: "Shut it! Myspace is comin' in"
Myspace: "H3y GuYs! I 4m t3h c00lz!"
Twitter: "I am confused. I am hoping FB understands what Myspace said"
Facebook: "Myspace, bro, I asked you not to do that"
TimeThat strange concept of continuityTime6 years ago in Open More Like This
Defines life from the beginning to the end
It drag us on their progress
is impossible to resist
is impossible to turn back.
River of perpetual advancing
non-stop or diversion.
Forever trapped in it's current
from the start to the finish.
Curious beings we are
we live in and from time
without understanding its nature
living eternally in the past
thinking and desiring future
our limited existence
defined by the non-existent present
ephemeral moment that has happened
or waiting to happen.
MorrisonMorrison11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Man is dead
he's lost his head and gone across
and left no one
to lead us.
An endless flight;
a beast child; the lion's in the street
The Lizard King redeemed past saving
end of the night
rabid dogs slavering at the closed Door
Reptiles in the nightmare
Ride the snake
The ancient lake
The Blue Notebooks04:10 - A ReminderThe Blue Notebooks8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tri-rises of the Sun beyond the
high-rises of my dreams
where you & I ran, ran, and ran:
from drug-head dental captivity
to escape-acts in manual cars
("Change the gears!" "What?")
and chasing the stars, to police stations
in old tenemants and crowded
riotous acts in a once-quiet coastal town
it all went down
with you & I gripping tight
against the ever-maddening night.
Skin soaks and sheets stick;
breath comes shallow, fast,
and strains of former thought
invade without rhyme nor reason.
Eyes twitch a bloodshot reminder
and search for life in darkness;
be it your silent form, or some
malignant lurking terror.
it's three o'cl9ock in the morning
and mine are the only vital signs
in this white-wall cell(ular existence).
09:20 - Old thoughts airse
When I was a child I was told to
to be respected.
And yet, and yet, and yet...
as soon as I coucld break the maternal clutch
I ruined body and mind
The Intl Woobie FoundationScene: Fade in to a blank white background, with three familiar figures.The Intl Woobie Foundation4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
First Figure: Hello, I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson of the United States Stargate Program.
Second Figure: Greetings. I am Lt. Commander Spock of the United Federation of Planets Starfleet.
Third Figure: Wallllll-Eeeee!
Jackson: We are, respectively, a poly-lingual archeologist actively involved in the defense of the planet Earth, a brilliant multi-disciplined scientist and member of a prestigious military...
Spock: ...and scientific.
Jackson (flicks an irritated look at him): ...and scientific organization, and a very small and insanely determined garbage robot.
Spock: By any measure, we are competent, well-trained individuals who are at the top of their respective fields of endeavor.
Jackson: And yet we, and many other fictional characters like us, are subject to intense emotional and physical abuse at the hands of cruel and sadistic scriptwriters. We have seen our loved one
do you remember...i rememberdo you remember...i remember5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
DO YOU REMEMBER- I REMEMBER
Do you remember?
I remember the way we used to be so close
flesh upon blood, blood upon skin
are hearts melted together, that in which made us kin
Do you remember that old house we used to have?
the one with the rusted old club house that we made
Do you remember when i couldnt get into our yard, so i cried
tears upon tears, a bounty a lot
and you were the only one, that gave a second thought
the bucket upon bucket fights of snow,
the way the cold winter wind did blow
Do you remember,
your face covered so white
as fluffy white snowflakes, came billowing down on you in one descend?
but do you?
Now the years have passed by, mind you, and so you might forget
but i no something, i no something, you bet
you cant forget everything, for the past is your now
looking back at it all, we've come so far, its hard to begin
shh... i hear the wind..listen closely...
it says to me....
Do you remember?
I remember the running,
the slapping of
The DripClearThe Drip7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And quick as silver.
And cold as silver.
The beauty of its shine.....
Turn the tap,
And here we go..
ignite your bones.there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.ignite your bones.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful. poetry, though; she knows most people don't understand it. she knows she doesn't understand it.
she knows that when she's dying the cells of her skin with blue ink, she doesn't understand why. she doesn't understand how a laugh can taste like strawberries or how eyelids have secrets written in them. but she knows that it's how she's feeling.
she'll be beautiful none the less, though. her pretty words that are strung together across her pale skin will tie lips together and will make fingers twitch.
she'll be beautiful.
misunderstood, but beautiful.
there's this girl and she apologises for everything. im sorry, im so, so sorry.
she doesn't know why but she does it anyway because sometimes it makes her feel better. she wishes, though, that she could answer them when they ask, 'wh
i'm the girl.you want to know who i am?i'm the girl.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am the girl falling asleep headfirst on top of the covers to the clackclackclacking of the rain against the windowpane. i am dreaming in tarnished poetry and rotting hopes, birdbone-wrists locking together, fingers plucking the strings along guitar-ribs. i am loving myself even as i pull apart wishbone-veins, stringing myself out across the carpet to pick out the parts i like best.
and i am the girl wandering the aisles of the book store. i am curling in corners with hemmingway, touching the pages like a lover, smelling the ink because im the girl who thinks books smell like faith. im tucking myself between each syllable, climbing down the commas and resting on the vowels. i am sticking my post-it-note-wishes over the adjectives, waiting for the words to bleed through the page and stain the backside of my skin.
and i am the girl holding her elbows when watching the ocean. i am pulling the stitches closed and wincing against the saltwater on my s
i'd hate her if i could.anastasia is beautiful in the way of twilight on the rio grande and doves flying from caged fingers.i'd hate her if i could.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
anastasia is lovely with smoke-grey eyes, black-pearl-hair and a laugh that unfurls like fog. she is cunning with a witty tongue and spends her afternoons pirouetting across sunstruck-wooden-floors. she has a horizon-mouth thats molded into curved lines around piano-teeth and can make a violin weep with clever fingers.
and i am running late with a coffee stain on my wrinkled shirt and a scar on my bottom lip from putting my nose where it didnt belong. i am tripping over my own feet and dropping my purse and shoving back my wildly curling hair with dry, calloused hands.
i am here with my too-large mouth asking too many questions and painting the world with just enough cynical humor to make the romanticism shrivel in the corner. i am sitting on the pier but when im watching the ocean, im not thinking about how its turning into rain to splatter on orchids. you
RememberingToday, I looked out of the window and saw a glimpse of my past. Nothing major, mind, but it was there nonetheless. I was standing all alone with a buggy not much smaller than I was and a doll. I can't remember the dolls name but I know that I carried her with me everywhere. Protection, I guess. While I was standing there I saw a lot of people passing me by in the street. People were watching me as they walked on by. I was watching them too. For the most part, I stood there with my little finger of my right hand in my mouth. I was worried. I was right to be worried because I didn't know if she was coming back. She'd just left me there in the street; watching, waiting.Remembering4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While I was watching my past today, as vividly as if it were happening right there and then, I wondered about the worry I had felt. I wasn't scared that I was alone. I wasn't worried about being in the street with the cars rushing by me. The only thing that scared me was that she was alone. She couldn't be alone. I may hav
Dungeon Crawl"Are you absolutely certain it's safe down there?" Maria asked dubiously. She and her elf-lover Tez were standing small open hole at the top of a large earthen mound, once circular in shape, but now rather bumpy from the several large oak trees that had taken root since the mound had formed.Dungeon Crawl9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Nothing is for certain," Tez answered, then smiled reassuringly. "However, I can tell you that I'm quite familiar with the architecture of the facility below."
He tossed the rope down the earthen shaft at the top of the mound, once shielded by accumulated leaves and branches, but recently cleared sometime in the recent past. The rope was a good fifty feet long, and it seemed to drop its full length down the shaft as far as Maria could see.
"How is it your reassurances always come with caveats?" she asked, looping the rope to an iron ring hanging from the peculiar leather harness Tez had made a few days ago for her. It would, he'd (ahem) reassured her, al
FriendshipYou look at meFriendship5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you do not see.
You listen to me
But you do not hear.
If this is the case
What good are you to me?
You know me
But you do not understand.
You are near me
But you are not with me.
If this is the case
What good are you to me?
If you cannot see
Why I behave the way I do.
Then what good are you to me
And what am I to you?
These are my questions
But what are your answers?
Are you willing to see me?
Do you want to hear?
Can you understand me?
Could you really be with me?
Death At The DoorDeath is knocking at his door,Death At The Door5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has come to take him away.
Doesn't care if he's rich or poor,
Just wants to take him away.
Death is banging on the wall,
Has come to steal him from us.
Doesn't hear our desperate call,
Just wants to take him from us.
Death is dragging him from his bed,
Taking him to another world.
Doesn't listen to what we've said,
Just wants him in some other world.
But as some great person one day said,
It isn't all that bad.
As long as he's in hearts and head,
It won't be all that bad.
The Inkeeper's Daughter...She rode hard, the horse beneath her stretching its legs out to carry it across the Scottish moors. She gasped as the rain bit into her skin, cutting as sharply as shards of glass into her exposed face and arms. Her dress was beyond salvaging. But what did she care for that? The violin was safely wrapped with her scant clothing and stowed in her saddle bag, hopefully keeping dry from this torrential rain. Just one more hour, Rhiannon thought wryly, let him wait one more hour and he will have the cursed violin.The Inkeeper's Daughter...8 years ago in General More Like This
A terrified neigh, and her horse was rearing up with such a force that not only did it unseat her, but it nearly collapsed atop of her. She flew backwards, the wet mud absorbing most of the impact. Still, her tailbone had hit the ground hard enough to jar her teeth, and she tasted blood on her tongue where she had bit it.
What in the bloody heavens has gotten into you, you dumb animal!? Rhiannon screamed at the startled horse as it shifted and
WhyShe closes her eyesWhy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He just doesn't seem to understand
She signs online
Of course he's there
She knows that she shouldn't
But she really cares
She sends him a hello
Knowing he's there hurts the worst
He makes her believe it all again
The lies the bitter taste of "love"
Her friends are worried about her
How she knows what he's doing
Yet she puts herself through it everyday
She knows that he doesn't love her
He knows that she knows
They live this is all a lie
Once more she asks herself why
Why does she make herself think that he does
Why does he tell her all these lies
Why can't she just tell him that she's had enough
The pain of what she's put herself through is getting too much
One of them have to do something
Either she tells him straight out and if he really does love her then his heart is gone
She tells him and they both get over it
Or she keeps letting on that she belives
And a little part of her dies each time they talk
Why she chose the last one no one will know
Maybe she really
Atheism Revisited The Atheist Ten CommandmentsAtheism Revisited8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I. Thou shalt breathe to send oxygen to thy lungs, and thou shalt breathe repetitively for all of thy existence, except if thou beist underwater, or if thou beist in the presence of toxic gases, during which time thou shalt not breathe.
II. Thou shalt consume thy nutrition, doing so in the correct ratio of carbohydrates, proteins, and lipids, and thou shalt not consume too many saturated fats, for lo, those who do shall be called obese.
III. When thou hast processed thy nutrition, thou shalt excrete the waste, be it of a solid or of a liquid nature, and thou shalt not do so in a way that is disgusting.
IV. Thou shalt sleep at the end of the day, and continue until the next day, excepting if thou hast work to be done of if thou hast a test tomorrow.
V. Thou shalt blink thine
if you keep getting under.i saw you today and said heyif you keep getting under.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but what i meant was:
holyhell, youre beautiful. you look like sunshine trapped in mason jars and fireflies stuck in moonbeams. you have a smile that punches straight to the spinal cord, did you know that? i just spent the last five seconds rebooting my heart, training my lungs how to breathe again. exhale, inhale. it should be simple but youve snarled it all in a giant mess. im unwinding the ball of yarn into a straight jacket and youre as unaffected as the sea. id say im a boat but im hardly as sturdy. im a feather. its almost funny how little a chance i have of staying afloat. im soaked and matted and sinking into the undertow. and youre just churning on and on and on.
i saw you today and said how have you been?
but what i meant was:
have you lost as much sleep as i have? ive spent 3256 hours trying to piece together the exact curves that m