MomentShe came home one night from practice holding back the tearsMoment5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She couldnt take it anymore, she couldnt play like this
As she walked up the steps, she spotted a rectangular package
Could it be?
She unlocked the door, turned off the alarm, and walked back to grab the package
She stared at it for ages, debating whether or not to open it
Curiosity overcame her, and she opened the package
Inside the package was a long black dress. The dress for her dance
She went into her room and stripped down to her undergarments
She slipped the dress over her head and admired herself in the mirror
A smile grew on her lips as she twirled a
PenumbraIt's rather awkward to wake up to the realization that you aren't sure if you're awake.Penumbra7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Half-existent, she slowly rose up from the ground that she assumed that she had been sleeping on. The ground was gray. It couldn't be said whether it was hard or soft, rough or smooth, or even bright or dull; only that it existed, and she knew this only because she wasn't floating or falling. As she balanced herself on her feet, it supported her weight, but she couldn't say whether it was hard or if it was soft. You might be able to say that she was drifting, though, as even though she felt like she was walking forward, there were no objects or landm
EdenEden is over the next hill.Eden7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was not promised to me in words, but the sunset is just getting good where it stops on
the horizon and I think, if I cross just one more peak, the valley on the other side will have the
It is a black mountain, and it imposes onto my vision, wide and ragged-edged and sighing
finality. The red is fading into brilliance, interrupted by that peak. Where the yellow begins to
turn gold, it is hidden behind the swelling darkness. The silhouette is textured with vegetation;
surely on the opposing side, where the sun still breathes on the earth.
I traversed an ocean, and my feet carved and
ArrivalThere was a mighty jolt and crunch as our ship hit something. Almost the moment we hit, the fog dissolved into the ether. I didn't and still don't know what to think of that fog. I found this book aboard the ship when we went salvaging. It had the Captain's Log in it, but the captain seems nowhere to be found. I believe that the fog must have driven him mad and to throw himself off the side of the ship. There never was an 'Albert' or a 'Haven' among our staff. I was on the upper deck the entire time, and found it impossible to get to the lower ones. Gradually I was joined by people, who just seemed to appear out of the fog, rubbing their eyesArrival7 years ago in Horror More Like This
A Mortal LoveI wish for this love to last for a nightA Mortal Love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let not the morning's rays show the truth
Of crushed angel wings that fell in flight
But let false hopes, for a time, sooth
And allow us not to realize what is true
Lest the pain of our parting further torment
So let us forget, let our time together renew
And silence the sound of a lover's lament
With the thought that this is forever
Let a blanket of amnesia cover our bliss
For soon shall it end my dearest lover
And it shall hurt to recall our last kiss
.This Moment..This Moment.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's digress to the
when emotion mattered.
When I loved the
over enmity's glow.
When I loved the
your kiss blessed me with.
When I loved
Let's digress for the
and savor the aroma of apathy.
Now that I can
and my heart not skip.
Now that I can
look at you
and realize there was nothing.
Now that I can
Let's hold this
until I watch you walk away.
So we don't
the perfection of realization.
So we don't
that it wouldn't work out again.
So we don't
Let's abandon the
so I can move on with life.
So I can
Road WarriorWhat happened to the road warrior?Road Warrior9 years ago in Open More Like This
Standing, where grassy rolling hills fade to blacktop,
Staring down the yellow lines as they wind to oblivion
And wondering "What's out there?"
What happened to the little boy?
Straddling a hunk of metal with his arms wrapped
Around his daddy's waist.
Choking through the helmet and loving every minute of it.
What happened to the good vibrations?
Leaning into curves;
Rolling with punches;
Looking down and watching black boots glide
What happened to "Ride hard," "Live hard," "Die hard?"
Why have we stopped courting Midnight
Harry Potter and the Prizon...I'm sure that any critic would agree that summer is an absolutely dreadfulHarry Potter and the Prizon...9 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
time for cinema going. Seldom would there be a year where its summer is not
replete with maudlin, repetitive 80's style action films dependant on dreary
20+ year old visual/stylistic cliches that often showcase only the worst of
that era (e.g. the ugly exaggeration of masculinity, paper thin characters and
the general artlessness of the b-movie sensibilities to which they conform).
Four years after the turn of the millenium and still our summers at the movies
are saturated by such mediocre action generika as X-Men and Terminator 3.
The saddest p
--Fight for It--the violence--Fight for It--10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the violence we must fight
the violence we must fight for
we will fight... for it
the love now we will fight
the love we will fight for
now we will fight... for it
you don't have to be free
you dont have to love me
all you really have is
Hate, Love, and you
[must fight for it]
you never haave to be
you never need to know 'free'
all you ever had is
Hate Love and You
[must fight for it]
the new hate
the new hate we will fight
the new hate we will fight for
the new hate,
we will fight... for it
our old selves
our old selves we will fight
our old selvs we will figh
TemptationTemptation9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Air grows thinner, the higher we are held.
Granite pedestal grows beneath our feet.
Loneliness creeps into my veins,
as peers become less abundant.
I can remember the first step
on that first day.
There were so many of us;
we could barly fit on the platform.
Meeting for the first time
as our parents lifted us on.
Five years old,
the first day of the ascension.
the platform grew higher;
growing from the base, pushing us upward.
We became different during this stage;
but still together.
Still parts of an unbroken whole.
Eight years on that platform,
Time held us to
How Long Is ForeverHow Long Is Forever10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How long is forever?
How can it ever last?
How can we look so forward
Without looking at the past?
Does it bleed through day?
Does it weep at night?
Does it tear through emotion?
Does it really have much might?
I suppose it\'s real
Though I can never tell
They tell you they\'ll be there
And leave after the bell
Maybe it\'s the beauty
That\'s infinite in today
But their wisedom upholds all
And their exterior does decay
They say they will hold you
They say they\'ll never let go
You turn your back for a second
And they\'ve become someone you don\'t know
But how can there be forever?
If you just walk away?
Without even breat
Pearl HarborOne bright morningPearl Harbor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In early December
Got shot to cinder
We took a blow
That shook our cores
Shattered our minds
And entered our lore
On December the seventh
Japan dropped by
To bomb our ships
And take our lives
We received no warnings
Just stood and died
As those crazy Japs
Took our lives
So many died
Black smoke boiled 'round
To many of our boys
Were placed in the ground
That day we remember
With tears and pictures
With ones we don't know
And hold our chins high
Say "Never again"
Move on with our lives
Make a Japanese friend
Smile and wave
Here in America
We don't forget.
momentmy life is being lived on a ray of sunshinemoment5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
beautiful, but going so fast
don't ever stop
this moment is the image of perfection
i am here with you
in your arms
and the fact that my toes are the temperature of icicles
because the only thing i am conciouse of is my hand in your hand
and my head on your shoulder
and your breath on my cheak
don't ever leave this glorious existance
because for once i don't have to think
i know that you are there
and nothing bad will happen
so don't move
it is so fragile
i am so afraid that if i move then it will shatter
penumbra...penumbra...6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A noite trouxe-te envolta nos seus braços.
Cuidou-te e amou-te como eu jamais o faria. Fez de ti o orgulho que eu năo fui capaz.
A noite fez-me, mas foi a ti quem ela criou.
Segredou-me em tom monocórdico que eu era agora "artificio de mim mesmo".
Tudo o que outrora foi jazia agora sob cinzas, e delas nasceras tu.
Descobri que o nosso elo coagulara e me fora circuncisado o direito á noite.
Tornei-me văo entre as sombras.
O talento inato de te encontrar foi-me roubado, como a pureza de uma flor ao trovar do orvalho e foi-me despoletada uma contagem decrescente de desculpas e perdőes.
Surgiu uma maré de
Neverending paradeVégtelen parádéNeverending parade6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Sohasem felejtheted el
Végigtáncolhatsz ezer éjszakát
A tested elkophat, a cipőd, a ruhád
De a lelked odabent talán fiatal marad
És a cipővel nem kopnak el
A le nem írt szavak
De a szó – még nem tett.
És ha azt hiszed
Egy ember élete megér
Ezer más életet
Egy éjfélkor úgyis lehull az álarc
És lehull a bánat
Látni fogsz más bánatot
De néha az erkélyre is nézz
Ahol gyenge árny lobog
Ne csak olyan arcba
Aki neked mosolyog…
Forever and then AfterI look deep into bright eyesForever and then After7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and see a passionate soul
And for her smile which
melts ice, I am always a
The sweetest music I
ever hear is her lilting
I write my heart upon this page
as it races faster.
Since we met I wanted
her to be the one.
And Ive always plotted how her
heart could be won.
For in my dreams Ill
see her forever and then after.
Then I hope once again
to hear her lilting laughter
For in my heart Ill always
love her forever and then after.
SymphonySymphonySymphony7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
by Terry Bailey aka Janus
(All characters © their respective creators)
Some called the onset of winter a harsh thing, others called it beautiful. The city streets and sidewalks were peppered lightly with the fluffy whiteness, which had gradually increased as the days had gone by. Only the bravest of drivers took to the streets, and that was only after the plows cleared the worst of the snow away. A few well-rugged up furs walked the streets and local parks, children and adults, the former playing in the snow while the latter grumbled about the cold. Many people elected to stay indoors, to keep warm and relax instead of riskin
withinwithin8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this crystal prison
carried in death's-hand
on a restless tide
your harsh laughter
my tattered dreams
your mocking betrayal
my soul awaits you
will be my sanctuary
will be my freedom
E.M. - Ch.2 - ArrivalE.M. - Ch.2 - Arrival9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Four walks in that vast garden later, Eva had grown into her 15 year old body and beauty without noticing, for there were no mirrors in the Facility. Newcomers were arriving weekly now, and one day there were two males. One was around 16 with short black hair and a wife beater that revealed a tattoo of a prowling fox on his left shoulder blade. The other was taller, but his features were obscured by a black hoodie. As chance would have it, the tattooed one was assigned to sit at the same lunch table as Evaline.
The fox prompted conversation with Eva, and soon she learned his name. Thomas became her only friend, even if his smug tone sometim
The CoilWe rise to life with Angel's wingsThe Coil9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And tear to death the fragile things,
For 'neath the maelstorm and the thrall
A Seriph cannot help but fall.
To justify those times you've died,
You'll drink the poison of your pride.
A flutter in the chest ignites
A whirl of wrath and oversights.
How such a dainty thing takes flight
Will grow less lucid, put to light.
Love is rare to stand the test
Of being picked apart, at best.
We view our world through tinted lense,
Left with so little that could cleanse:
The blood the hands; the tears the eyes.
And 'fore the end, the Angels rise.
...The Fight...My love for you went down the drain...The Fight...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain surfaced
But my support shallowed once more
Without your love I am lost at sea
Just swimming towards hollow ground
Just to fall through and drown again
My love for you was so true
Why did my heart break away from you?
I need you more than ever
I long to be with you in each moment I drown here
But my heart was torn away again
Just because of the words said
And the tears shed
Will we ever mend these broken pieces?
I wonder in my absent minded dream
Only to wake up and realize she was always with me
She loved me through all that's been said
It's just that the pain con
Road WarriorThe plane takes off...you're gone again.Road Warrior11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seen so many places can't remember
where you've been.
Everything you need stuffed neatly in a case
only to come out in the next distant place.
Laptop, files, cell phone, palm pilot...
all necessary tools likefast food as your diet.
Wheels go down,you begin your decent.
So much money no time to be spent.
Rushing through the airport
affraid if you don't run you'll never make it.
No time to waste.
You just keep falling into the world
of all work and no play
saving your pennies for a rainy day.
You're a road warrior tried and true
nothing or no one can get close to you.
Never in the