poemsA fallen angelpoems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a broken path
Of the darkness
In the hearts
In a world apart
Fallen out of grace
An angels face
A fallen angel
In the night you call
Your words filled with lies
Wandering down the hall
I can feel your eyes
In the dead of night
Filling me with fright
Your eyes burning like a flame
Tomorrow when I wake
You will be gone
But not the pain
In the dead of night
They will come for you
You can try and fight
But they will kill you
Blood stand lips
Dark painted eyes
At your neck, fang tips
Eyes filled with lies
Tomorrow you will be one of them
Fangs and all
Your blood now runs thin
And you shall fall
Into the darkness
Into the pain
I stand here
Waiting for you
Can you hear,
Hear the cries of her heart?
One more hopeless day
I stand here
Waiting for your love
One more day without you
How many more?
How many more nights?
Do I have to wait for your love?
One more day
I stand here
promethean hearts_collab.I reached out with unworthy fingertips and stolepromethean hearts_collab.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire from heaven to create a heart beneath these
shuddering ribs so that I could make music in time
with your golden heartbeat. Your fingertips are
blessed with the touch of a thousand eternities that
I want to spend lost in these velvet touches with you.
You are the pitterpatter of my pulse, the floor dropping
out during the pauses between my breaths and no
matter how many times I turn shooting-star-words into
ropes to hold myself together, they always burn away
and I fall to pieces at your feet. I would pick myself up,
but my comet-dust-bones have finally dissolved and I
am too busy loving you to try and regrow them.
Your galaxy is just wide enough for me to drown inside the
light shining from the eclipse in your comet-powder-blue eyes.
I'm tripping over the Milky Way and the silver words pouring
from your gilded lips; every breath you take is a song echoing
through my heart, breaking off the
one more step.it's nights like this that make me wish i could gnash mountains between my teeth and drain the stars from the sky. it's nights like this that leave my limbs cold and my hands crackling so i'm on the floor trying to pick up all the pieces littered in the corners. theoretically, if i decompose, i'll find a way to compose myself before morning, but such a composition would never be music to the bleeding composite tongue binding around me.one more step.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[i'm wailing on the airwaves, trying find the right frequency, but it's hard to hear my thoughts around all the static.]
the wind is too cold for june and my heart is too frosted for the heat of this love charring all my bones. they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but they forgot to mention that it also makes the heart cramp and ache and swell. they forgot to mention that distance maims and time cripples and you'll be dead-exhausted swimming against the tide of wants and desires building up the shorelines around you. you'll collapse on the sand
burn the paper-lanterns.press tinder-lips to my flesh; spark forest fires where i'm too cold to remember the history of heat in molting books. trap us in glass jars of the moment so we might be studied later. keep us caged until the kerosene we're sweating is carbonated and pushing against the lid. burn us with wants, sear us with desires, leave our incinerating paper-flesh curling inward in protest. brand the side of my neck, shift and claim and hold until philosophy is no longer a thing that we read, but rather the second we remember to breathe.burn the paper-lanterns.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
pry open my mind to the gaping night, but make me close my hungry eyes. take the stars out of the sky one-by-one and place them on the nomad's trail from my shoulder to my hips. trail them with a painter's touch, leaving nothing but aftershocks and acrylic in your wake. let your breath hover and spread, swirling with the urgency of a hurricane and the patience of meditation, drawing forth the anxious tremors of the cornered deer, nothing but snapping branches and cr
ManiacManiac4 years ago in Humor More Like This
GLaDOS was displeased. Her unstoppable test subject was slowing down. The problem didn't seem to be physical; she had rested earlier, and her oxygen supply was laced with adrenal vapor. Judging by her past performance, she should have been able to keep going for several chambers, yet. Perhaps the trouble was psychological. Well, motivating a test subject to test was a science GLaDOS was well versed in.
"You seem to be slowing down, test subject. Is your weight finally getting the better of you?"
Chell ignored the AI, continuing her slow trek through the chamber.
Okay, so gentle taunts weren't working. Time for the guilt trip, if a murderer like her could even feel guilt.
"I know you can do better than this. Are you being deliberately antagonistic towards me? You're not just hurting me, you're holding back science. Is that what you want?"
Well, it wasn't as
I'm To BlameWheatley had never thought about it before, but the Earth actually did look kind of pretty.I'm To Blame4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Particularly from his currently, cosmic, angle.
Wheatley sighed again, and not for the first time, wished he had a means of getting back down to that little blue orb. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he got down there, but he'd think of something. At the very least, he'd apologize for acting like well, for the lack of a better word a moron. And for causing so much trouble. And for nearly killing everybody.
Well, almost everybody.
He wondered how things had played out back down at Aperture Laboratories anyway. Did she really let the test subject lady go free? Granted, he had no idea if this was actually part of the agreement, as he had been too busy being a crazy megalomaniac and trying to prove he was actually competent at the time. But now that he was up here in space and had time to think about it, he highly doubted it could have gone any other way. Given their<
Never Happen to You - Part 5"I can hear you, you know," Dave told Chell immediately. "Who are you talking to?"Never Happen to You - Part 54 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chell went on, hoping that he wouldn't notice the conscience file and grateful that he couldn't stop her from talking. "That guy from Black Mesa somehow wound up in here with me. GLaDOS, I don't know what kind of an experiment you were trying to do exactly, but I don't think it worked." She could feel a mixture of horror, anger and fear from the conscience file, and she was glad. That meant that they could understand her. She'd been a little worried about that. "So what are we going to do about it?" Not that they could answer her, but talking to them made her feel better. Less alone.
"Listen, I don't know what you think you're doing, butoh," Dave said, a sudden understanding entering his voice. Chell gave an inward wince. It wasn't like the conscience file was hidden, but she hadn't expected him to find it that quickly. "I see. The AI that I kicked out of the way. It's in that file right there, isn
the sun thief.this is the point i'd like to tell you how i really feel about you:the sun thief.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
this is the point you sit down and shut up and keep your wandering fingers to yourself. put them in your pocket, in your lap, shove them in your mouth, down your throat, in the fire, under the knife. frankly, it doesn't matter to me -- just keep them to yourself. you have a nasty habit of trying to pickpocket emotions that aren't yours to have and trying them on for size when no one is looking. you have nervous fingers that pluck at loose strings to see if you can unravel the tapestry. you have a terrible way of picking at the chipped paint as if you have the power to erase the beauty spread across the sistine chapel. let me clue you in: you don't.
so be quiet, swallow your tongue, understand the forever trapped between the glow of his words isn't for you to capture. you had your chance when the world was new and the passions were leaking out of his pores and you turned away. you had the moment for the span of a breath
Being Human - Chapter 1"I need your help. Look, I can understand that you're a bit - well, okay, a lot - wary of my coming to you after I promised you freedom, but you have to hear me out." The human sighed, twitching her fingers slightly as two robotic arms stretched down and untied her arms. She kept a wary eye on GLaDOS as she stretched herself, sorting out the kink in her back as she reflected on the day's events.Being Human - Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had gotten up, prepared herself a bowl of oatmeal, blacked out, then found herself back at Aperture with the AI she never wanted to see again staring at her. Okay, so it wasn't much to reflect on, but she was confused as all get out. GLaDOS had said herself that she never wanted to see her again, so why would she abduct her? She wasn't even sure what 'help' she could give the AI that claimed that she knew everything about anything, including what happened after one died (though she might have been bluffing about that one; Chell wasn't willing to take the chance, though). After
Robots Have Souls TooChapter 8:Robots Have Souls Too4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Leading the Charge
Chell walked through the slowly degrading walls of Aperture. Jacob Wiltson was in tow, carrying Wheatley under his arm like a basketball. They were heading toward where they last caught sight of the turrets as well as Atlas and P-Body.
They'd need their help if they were ever going to free GLaDOS, who was being held hostage inside her own chamber. If the halls of Aperture reflected even half the state of their queen, it meant GLaDOS was just barely holding on. Chell silently promised that, even if it took her last breath, she'd free GLaDOS from her maniacal captor.
The experienced test subject slowed herself to a near stop as she heard the echo of voices further ahead. Chell signaled for Jacob to do the same.
"What is it?" Jacob whispered as he followed Chell's lead.
Chell gestured for him to hush, then slowly and stealthily walked, pressed against the wall, to the edge of the corner. As she peered into the oncoming hallway, her ears were pricked for any a
Robots Have Souls TooChapter 9:Robots Have Souls Too4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Storm the Castle
GLaDOS looked up weakly as her captor walked past. Her entire body was overheated from Joseph Rattmann's abuse and constant use of her systems. GLaDOS could feel the heat of her hardware ebbing off of her in waves. She felt like she had a robotic version of a fever.
"The final preparations are almost complete, tonight I shall reign as earth's newest king!" Joseph Rattmann laughed.
"And earth's shortest lived king," GLaDOS growled angrily. "My systems can't take much more of this you idiot!"
"Ah, is my reluctant queen a little cranky?" the mad man sneered as he reached his hand out to touch GLaDOS's faceplate.
"Don't you touch me!" GLaDOS smacked the hand away with a quick swipe of her head.
"Still have some fight left I see," Joe Rattmann laughed. "I can fix that."
GLaDOS's eye widened in fright just before a surge of electricity coursed through her. "Aaahhh-!" GLaDOS metaphorically bit her lip trying to hold the pain in so that Joseph couldn't have the plea
Pretend I'm This PandaI've got dirty clothes and a dirty body andPretend I'm This Panda10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't slept, but I'm still happy.
It all feels so good,
you look so good.
Thanks for sticking with me, I'm loving the attention.
I'm not impressing anyone else, and that's a promise.
It would be impossible, but I'll try.
Come find me and I'll say "Hi".
This can be the best time of our lives.
There's nothing wrong with me
I'm just remembering our days in the attic
and nights in the basement.
my final request.this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.my final request.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i promise, this'll be it.
so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear, this will be the last you hear from me. i'll erase myself from your life and throw the pieces into the wind to be carried to wherever it is you aren't. i'll fold in the corner until i'm nothing more than an ink smudge on your personal history. i'll erode and fade and diminish until the morning comes when you wake up and wonder if i was anything more
Robots Have Souls Too:SPOILERSChapter 7:Robots Have Souls Too:SPOILERS4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Building up Strength
Chell slunk around the side of a back hall in Aperture; everything for some reason was dimly lit. Perhaps it was to hinder their escape, but she did notice something. Chell froze seeing a camera scanning the area. Seeing this Wheatley noted, "Only GLaDOS can see through the cameras, we're fine, right?"
'I'm not making any assumptions,' Chell thought to herself.
"I wouldn't discount anything Mr. Rattmann may or may not be capable of," Jacob answered.
Chell nodded inching forward, but Jacob leaped up.
He aimed his weapon, "I'll shoot it down!"
Chell snapped up pushing the barrel down, 'No!' She shot a glare at Jacob, 'Shoot the camera, and you'll give away our position!'
"Alright! Alright!" Jacob threw his hands up. He didn't know what Chell was saying in her mind, but he could tell by the look on her face that she'd be more then a little mad if he fired off the gun.
"Well still, how do you suppose we get around?" Wheatley blinked. "Perhaps if we disguise
Portal Theme Challenge, 1-51. NamesPortal Theme Challenge, 1-54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wheatley had been going to ask the test subject what he should call her. After all, she was the first one he’d found alive, and he didn’t want to just refer to her as “test subject” as they navigated the facility together. But she hadn’t seemed to be able to speak, so he hadn’t bothered. Instead he’d resolved to check her file, but then there had been an emergency evacuation, and he’d panicked. There just hadn’t been enough time.
And then he’d never had another chance. Oh, he supposed he could have asked Her, but he was pretty sure there was absolutely no way She’d ever tell him anything. Not after the way She’d screamed at him when he’d been attached to Her chassis. She’d always told him what a moron he was. He’d chattered at Her, about all sorts of different subjects (“D’you think it’d be a good idea if we replaced all the neurotoxin with, I do
Wheatley's SongWhen Chell entered the next test chamber, the classical music was gone, having been replaced by some sort of a strange, off-key humming noise. She looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, but GLaDOS noticed before she had a chance to.Wheatley's Song4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh, what is that? It sounds horrible. Not that we aren't grateful that you've turned off that classical music, but what is that?"
"Oh, this?" Wheatley spoke up from his screen, sounding proud. "Well, I'm glad you noticed! It's just a little tune that I picked up well, wrote, actually, wrote is more like it. See, not only am I reading Machiavelli now, I'm also writing songs, writing my own songs. To sing. To you, actually! Since you're the only ones here anyway, would you like to hear it? Maybe I could even make it part of the test chamber. Oh, that's brilliant. Bloody brilliant, actually. Ah, how do I do that? Could you teach me?"
"No," GLaDOS grumbled.
"Oh, you don't know how?" he asked, his voice taking on a
raw and untitledshe drops under the table and covers her ears.raw and untitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she doesn't want to hear the echoes of their deaths
or feel the blood splashing her face.
she sweeps her consciousness into a neat little corner
with a fragile and slender broom,
trying not to lose her only slice of sanity.
she protects it with her small, already-broken body.
a demented intruder holds her lungs in his oversized hands,
only to drop them, letting the organs shatter on the floor
with the spines and tracheae of the innocents.
ForgetI want to,Forget11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget about the good times,
Forget about the bad,
Forget about your face,
The memories we have,
But I cant.
Your face follows me,
Haunts my slumber in my dreams
Reflects in the pieces of my heart,
It's every where to me.
I hear your voice,
When no one is there,
The shadows seem to speak,
They call to me,
There is nothing that I want to keep,
I want you to take all your memories,
And the pain you left with me.
Free yourself...2Diving into the darkness of your heartFree yourself...24 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sweeping away in your imaginary tank
Losing your breath in every thought
Losing the life for which you've fought
Will you give up yourself to the abyss?
Or will you regain your lost allies?
With broken wings I'm falling
With broken hearts I'm crying
Will I ever get my wings back?
To fly again, if only I can...
Wondering in this ocean of emotions, so deep
Drowning with every single drop I drink
Closing my eyes, how much deeper do I have to sink?
Listen to the melody I've once used to sing...
With these hands, I tried so hard to set you free
But now, I'm done and blood is everything I see...
With no wings to fly, your name I cry
Tears dropping slow, has my time come to die?
I cannot lie anymore, to fool myself I try
Salvation I seek, my last lullaby
Though, wherever dark, there is always a light
How much longing for it, it's always so bright
Colourful rays of sun, light up my cloudy mind
Lead me back to where I've been, when the time is right.
Yo Momma's HaikuYo momma's Haiku,Yo Momma's Haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Has more syllables than she
Has working brain cells.
Lady NatureA Girthy womanLady Nature9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Red and green
Is trapped between
The cold cast iron twirls
Of my rusty window pane.
She beckons me
With words elastic as
…and she is crying…
(of falling star dust)
ten black butterflies
Around my face
A dying Eskimo's
She tells me
That she is born
Only to die
"My skin will wither
A rancid pile
of the past
you must learn
The art of
The dull ache of
greens turn to
reds turn to
A sun burnt
A fragile reminder
H O P E
AloneAlone12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel alone.
Seperate from others.
Suffering from a broken heart.
I have friends.
They care for me.
But their too busy with their lives.
Am I selfish?
I stand in the highwall not caring.
I watch my life pass by in blurrs.
Turning my head just looking around.
My heart bleeds.
I feel so alone.
I watch people hug and kiss.
I try to get noticed.
I scream at the top of my lungs.
No one notices.
I curl up in fetal position in the middle of the floor.
I tug my hair gently to see if I'm still alive.
I claw at my skin to bleed more.
My life keeps on going.
But I dont.
I walk like on autopilot.
Death's LullabyDeath's Lullaby11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie,
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings,
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won't know her purpose,
Until it's far too late.
Her acid tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin,
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Forgive you of your sin.
Her melody will slay you,
Her hymn will let you fly,
Her song is flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
Bits of Nothing 145When I feel alone I like to think about the people who mean something to meBits of Nothing 1455 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like my mum and my dad
and that man whose only role in my life
is to be the person that I walk past every morning at twenty to six
and I imagine we both wonder where each other are going
(sometimes when he's not there I worry about him)
and sometimes at night I walk down the middle of the road
to see if a car will hit me and it never has yet
but I don't think I'll do that anymore
because I'm going to learn to drive soon and I can't stop imagining
how I'd feel if I was the person in the car.
When I was thirteen I used to stand on the tips of my toes
at the edges of bridges and sway
and imagine how it would feel when I hit the ground
and wonder if anyone would be able to fix me afterwards
(OK so it was only one bridge, one time, but it made me feel powerful for a second, like I was in control of my life or something)
Once you told me you thought broken heads could be fixed like broken legs
like you thought you co