i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
I'm SorryI'm Sorry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today I accidentally
killed your ladybug
tangled in my mess of hair
onto my shoulder
not thinking I grabbed
for the tickle and
with a fingetip
on her round
and I watched her fade
This used to be my playgroundThis used to be my playground10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This used to be my playground,
Where I played without a care,
Now it's covered in graffiti,
And there are needles everywhere.
This used to be my corner shop,
A friendly place within,
Now someone's gone and torched it,
Because of the owners coloured skin.
This used to be my street
Where neighbours helped each other,
Now people keep to themselves,
As if hiding undercover.
This used to be my town,
That had a vibrant hub.
Now people have been shot at,
As they come out of the pub.
This used to be my country,
Of which I was so proud
Now everything's gone downhill,
And going back is not allowed.
This used to be my world,
And I'd love to have it back.
But I've replaced the rose-tinted glasses,
With a new pair - all in black.
R-eD: .exe CompendiumAUTHORS NOTER-eD: .exe Compendium8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
This is a compiled and edited collection of all the information I have regarding the .exe species.
PLEASE NOTE that while it also points this out in the official introduction, much of this information pertains to the Near-Future. However, most of the things I write or submit are relative to the present, so many of the things discussed here have not happened or do not exist yet. Please keep that in mind while you are reading it, thanks. :3
-a) Brief Intro
-b)The original Shiva
-b) .exe Factory #16
-c) Fissure Co
-d) Firewheel Industries
III) .exe Information
-b) standard.exe morph forms
-a) A few tech examples
God Is DeadGod Is Dead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
-Tears And Kisses--Tears And Kisses-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
Field Of TearsIt's rainingField Of Tears9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I can't help but to think
that you forgot
I close my eyes
and open my mind's door
I see fields of bottles
they're labeled TEARS
an each has its own
specific date and time
Then there's you
Holding an armload of
much larger than mine
One by One
you empty the bottles
until there are no more
you look at me
I run to you
but no matter how far I get
You only move farther away
And when you finally disappear
I realize that you never moved
I was running in the wrong direction
SpyingSpyingSpying8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Illusion of the Mirror
Sakura Haruno was bored. Actually, she was really bored. True, she could do most anything she wanted; it wasnt like it was raining or anything. But the thing was, she just didnt feel like doing anything. Argh, its the double edged kunai of being lazy and bored at the same time. So here she was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling and wishing that something would happen, anything.
Sakura, her mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. I need you to hang the laundry up to dry! Oh come on, she didnt mean that type of anything! As the dictator commands, she muttered to herself. She shook her head at her own strangeness. Geez, Sakura, youre so bored youre talking to yourself.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Sakuras mother handed her a basket full of wet clothes. Make sure that you hang them so they dont wrinkle. Sakura had to fight ma
UnlikelyLike a brother to me.Unlikely10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a close friend.
I would never have guessed to find what I found in you where I found you.
You cheer me up.
You fuel me desire for fun.
You point out the little things so many never see.
Then you put up with me obsessing over those things.
You humor me.
You've watched me grow up.
Two weeks at a time.
You've seen me thru relationships.
Talked me thru their ends.
Given me advice.
Made music for me.
Even though it's not really just for me.
I know you'll like this, even though it only barely fits into what they call "poetry"
You are one of the four.
The unlikely big brother.
The best friend.
The cool one.
Take meTake me11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take me to the darkest place in the sky
A place where I'm not afraid to die
Where no one can see us, take me far
We will be shining just like another star
Just take me...
PhoenixI reach out with a fiery palmPhoenix8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My face flashes
My eyes scorch
You hold back from my forbidding touch
For if Im not careful
You might be burnt to ashes
But I promise to be careful
Even though I still know little of my powers
It is my first life
And I have many to come
But why cant a Phoenix love?
Have you got someone to blame?When my spirit comes falling down,Have you got someone to blame?10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shards of glass are all around,
My hands are bleeding,
With the darkest of blood,
And my heart has departed,
I tumble down the stairs,
Broken people stop and stare,
They don't feel sorry at all,
Cause they know that I hate them all.
Come closer, come closer,
My cigarette burns a yellow tinge of hope,
My bruised back is painless,
Cause I don't have a spine,
And my tendons were all cut out of line.
I hallucinate in a surreal place,
Where dead bodies grow,
And spirits seem to rest,
And I think its all an imaginary test.
Help, Help me, and Help me up,
My rope is slashed into pieces I've created,
With my shattered paint brush,
And I know it was useless always.
And that is how I took the needle into my arm,
A cold jab at gods brightest star,
I grab onto Jesus when he fell in the mud,
But I guess I pushed him and was happy he was there.
If I were writtenIf I were written,If I were written10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how would I taste?
I could be a dictionary
- bland -
yet a necessity.
It's possible I could have
the flavour of receipts,
spit me out,
get your money back –
it won't affect your
Perhaps I'd be
a top-shelf magazine –
an addictive tang kept as a treat.
Maybe you'd trace
as if I were the icing of a sonnet.
If I were written,
I wonder if you'd try me
108801PLANESCAPE108801PLANESCAPE10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your shiver-smile is exultant.
i thought that
while i waited for the
suns to fall,
i would sing quietly
of the planescapes;
and how we, hand in hand
held the rising
jewels of the eternal apex
in that void, brimming with
life and interstellar
"your shiver-smile is exultant,"
i breathed in your ear
while you frosted over
and when again the suns
did climb to their zenith,
we were seen
as nothing less than
made of superstrings
the plasticized quantum theorythe plasticized quantum theory9 years ago in Open More Like This
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony
crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche
papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
tranquil, the deception
the film frame fades
captured in the mercury
Mistress MarySubject: Mistress MaryMistress Mary9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
All in a row.
All in a row.
A neat little row outside in the trees.
So she could see them whenever she pleased.
Why they'd try to leave, she couldn't say,
But she made sure that they wouldn't stray.
They would not leave like her husband did.
They were wrong, they were wrong!
All those voices who told her he'd left and run off with some pretty little lass.
They couldn't be more wrong, that hateful, pitiful mass.
Something was wrong, she knew something must have happened!
But he'd asked her to wait for him, so in waiting for him she was saddened.
And when people came, to visit her home,
Why she'd be so happy after being alone.
She'd offer them cookies and tea and cake
And they'd gladly accepted in merry mistake.
For when they were finished, they'd get up and say,
untitledI can't help but feel this way,untitled9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Too many emotions for only one day,
And I'm so sleepy,
Which hurts me even more deeply.
I'm tired of trying,
I'm tired of lying,
I'm tired of sleeping,
I'm tired of weeping.
Makes me want to hide,
People are so depressing,
With their little hope of succesing.
I'm tired of complaining,
I'm tired of sustaining,
I'm tired of screaming,
I'm tired of dreaming.
My dreams will never come true,
They do for very few,
Everying seems so unreal,
In my bothersome ordeal.
I dance in clown shoes.I dance in clown shoes.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,
trying to catch up before the page break.
Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.
And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.
A waltz to counter my four-four.
You don't dance your words-
you speak a dance.
You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.
You rapidly reverse the rhythm,
changing tempo in a blur of sound
Blue Balls and Broken HeartsBlue Balls and Broken Hearts10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She likes to wear pink, but everything about her
Is always blue, and sometimes black
The world would be less weird without her
But we'd miss those sparkling, piercing cracks
No Maria, but she's pretty and witty and bright
And I pity any man who earns her ire tonight
Men will crumble in her practiced hands
And she'll complain about the dust
She leaves her marks on every man
A need for love, a tendency toward lust
Gloria's fish has learned to use a bike
Lock it up or lose it, it's all the same to a dyke
Platonic love can't exist for a girl
Who is cursed by the same things with which she is blessed
Who tries to support the weight of the world
Not on her shoulders, but on her breasts
Tyger, tyger, burning blind
in The Wasteland of her mind
Tyger, tyger, burning blind
No one seems to see her mind
Eight KissesEight Kisses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't
touch, while in motion.
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,
like a creek,
Of Seasons and StarsOf Seasons and Stars10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The seasons have lost their minds
It rains on summer these past years,
Falling and falling
And they press the sweet blossoms
Deep into the earth
And so I am sensitive
To that certain silence,
A liquid silence
To nights where stars flower
After the fall of rain
Before I knew constellations
My eyes jumped
From one star to the next,
In the night sky I pegged
The strange and unexpected orbits of my life
Until I discovered
About seasons and stars.
Exploding blossoms of light
Whose flower, whose center
I could not touch.
Yet these mournful eyes
Filled with clouds filled
With the evaporation of happy memories
Still look at the stars,
A shared affinity
Deep and misted as these nights
Where stars bloom after summer's rain.
It has been another season
Since you last came
Yet the embers still burn from the nights
That blazed with our bodies,
Bright white lights,
But your memory belongs
To another season.
In nights like this one
You are like the s
Skewed GoodnessSkewed Goodness12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Infected by invalid praising
While capturing the stench of barbarians
Drinking the black blood of the good
"Pay me and you will receive Christ"
The wrong doing of the white
The corruption of the good
The endless maze to heaven
For the ones that tried
Crucify all the rich to end the stench
Endless falling, no way out
The loop worms are covering the cross
Invite to another to baptize and so to be blinded
The scripts of the book bring false hope
Killing all those who walk to forgive my heart
Submitting only to the true evil deep in my soul
To only wonder if that place is true in the skies
Confessing all the good in me for it does me no good
Praying and kindness is God in disguise
Blaspheme and treason are excuses to slay
And the church blames me for their injustice
It's the cross you hide behind
Looks like its on flames