Stag and the Maiden- PrologueHe blew into his hands to warm them, breath turning to white vapor around his head like a tiny personal cloud. Despite his fingerless gloves and thick wool tunic, he still felt the cold settling into his joints as he worked his skinning knife free of its sheath slung from his belt, bright metal glinting silver in the pale moonlight. Before him lay the carcass of perhaps the most beautiful stag the hunter had ever laid eyes on, its pristine white fur free of blemish or spot save for the line of bright blood trickling from the arrow shaft in its chest. The shot had been a clean one, killing the stag instantly as the arrow sank into its heart, felling the creature with barely a sound.Stag and the Maiden- Prologue8 months ago in Drama More Like This
One of my best kills to date, he smiled to himself and took a moment to marvel at the creature who had inexplicably stumbled into his hunting ground. The stag was much larger than a normal deer, two or three times what most bucks grow to become, with perhaps the single most impressive set of antlers ever see
LOVE........LOVE is a very strong emotion. It can have us feeling Happy, Sad, Close to Tears, In fits of Laughter, Confused, Lonely and overwhelmed all at exactly the same time. It can happen in an instant or take many years to evolve, or we may never really know true love at all. We can choose who we will love, but we cannot choose who we will FALL in love with. It may be a passing stranger with piercing blue eyes, or a voice over the phone, or some-one so different from what we expected to meet. We all love at different intensities and some cannot love at all. We may wear our hearts on our sleeves or hide behind facades and love from afar. No matter who we are or how we love, we all deserve to feel what LOVE is all about. The butterflies in the stomach and the fire-works as we kiss, The shivers up the spine when a hand meets yours and the euphoria of floating on air. Today's love is for all the wonderful Mother's who have given of themselves. An unselfish and commiting love to have children. ToLOVE........6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Road To RomeWe were walking along the beach at night,The Road To Rome6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I saw a shooting star and I wished that maybe soon
Our lips could cut through the bullshit;
Finally make a proper introduction.
I wished that you would fall in love with me
But it never happened.
Now tell me this:
What do I have left to believe in
When I can't believe in the impossible anymore?
I've been waiting here for a miracle to save me.
Have I been waiting in vain?
And what is wrong with me
That I keep believing the unbelievable?
Thinking I'm a character in a lame fantasy novel
Expecting my long-lost uncle to show up,
Tell me that I'm magic, hand me my wand,
And bring me to some strange land
Free from the chill of reality.
I'm beginning to realize
That if I'm going to ever be
Who it is I want to be,
It's my job to lay the foundation.
Change is not instantaneous;
You can't be somebody else all at once.
It's changing something small about you,
One tiny thing at a time, every single day,
And eventually you'll find yourself becoming
The you t
saturdayslittle red wagon blood-redsaturdays6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
picket fence white
and silver-lining cloud chic
you asked me how i could ever love
a boy like him
with those wavy-locked whispers
that brush my face whenever he leans
down to tell me
'oops, i dropped my bubble-gum'.
and they say your beauty fades
when the moon is cold
and lost every blemish
but i just think that means
the man in the moon
has come to take me
in his arms.
and he wrapped me in his
and we stared at the flowers blossoming
near our shadowed feet
and i realized that this
was too good to never have
been a dream.
One Out Of Two Won't DoI remember the moment where I stopped believing you.One Out Of Two Won't Do6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I was sitting in my car with my feet on the dash.
I was waiting for you to finish up with
whatever the hell it is that takes so damn long and
I was waiting for your voice on the other end of the line.
Because your voice is a song that never gets played out and
in contrast the silence is pure empty sadness.
But I sit and wait for your words to come back to me.
I'm still waiting for them to come back to me. You said
that you were uncertain and unsure about the whens and ifs.
I knew right then and there that I wasn't a when. I'm an if.
There's a part of you that feels you owe him a debt, I know that.
I hear it in your voice when you discuss the quirks and the quarrels
and the hate and the love and the everything that he still is to you.
And he still has you. The realization hits me like a bad smell.
So I dropped my legs down and sat up, staring out into
the empty woods lit by the moon, tracing a heart in the fog
on my windshield. I slid
TormentedTormented5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave you my heart
You tore it apart.
You split it in two
because you, love you.
Heaven Couldn't WaitYou were placed on Earth to make us changeHeaven Couldn't Wait6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make us see the destruction of our earth
you were sent from Heaven to help us
and to guide us
We hailed you as an icon
but never heard the message
try as you may
it just never got across
you danced and sang your ways into millions
you put the message into your songs
still we did not listen
still we did not see your purpose
that rainy day not so long ago
was when you were called back to heaven
when you were called back to sing with the angels
all it took was for you to die for us to see
so heres to you
the one who tried
you put the message out
and went back to heaven
It was your time
it was time for you to leave us
because I guess the rumors were true
Heaven couldn't wait to call you back
If we could have saved him 2My alarm went off and I rolled over to turn it off. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach hoping more sleep would come. My cell phone rang on my nightstand I looked around and reached for it.If we could have saved him 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello?" I could tell that I sounded exhausted when the person on I was talking to laughed and said
"Wake up stupid, you have to work today." It was Vicky. She always called me in the mornings to tell me to get up so I didn't sleep through the days I had to work.
"Thanks, love you too."
"I know you do." and the line went dead, thus ended another wonderful phone call with Victoria Hartman. I sighed and got out of my warm bed to dress for work today. I made myself a bowl of cereal and decided to watch the news while I ate.
"And just yesterday pop icon, Michael Jackson, was on the verge of death only to be saved by Danielle Hyde, a Doctor at the UCLA Medical Center." They showed my picture up on the screen. I dropped my spoon and turned off the T.V, not wanting to hear the rest of the story. I brushed
BeLIEverBeLIEver4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a beLIEver,
But I don't believe that tomorrow will come for sure,
I don't believe that the wind has to blow,
Or that the sun has to rise;
I don't believe you have to love me,
I don't believe I have to love you back;
I am a beLIEver,
But I believe in fairies and in fairytales;
I believe in miracles, I believe in fate;
I believe in candies and in bunny tails;
I believe in children;
I believe that never is too late;
I am a beLIEver,
But I don't believe in math,
I don't believe in science;
I do believe in God!
I believe in wings, I believe in dreams;
I believe in all what people call the wrong things;
I believe in angels, I believe in smiles;
I believe in songs, I believe in music, I believe in dance;
I am a beLIEver,
But I refuse to believe that life is just a pattern, one big set of rules,
I refuse to believe that everything is dull and everything is blue,
I am a beLIEver and I believe in red and I believe in fools;
I believe in crazy, I believe in horseshoe;
Mirror, MirrorMirror, Mirror5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In front of my mirror, naked
A reflection of pictures on my wall
staring at me, smiling at me.
I wonder about the days gone by
about the good times
about my family, friends
moving out and coming into my life.
I wonder how innocent I was
how adventurous I was
about all the activities and fun
I was part of, how it all disappeared.
In front of my mirror, naked
A reflection of my old self
my scars from the car accident
my crow's feet, my wrinkles.
If we could have saved himThis is a story on what could have happened if we had saved Michael from dying on the 25.If we could have saved him4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A call came into the hospital. It was a man in hysterics saying that he needed help. We asked him what for and he said that there was a 50 year old man that wasn't responding to anything. We rushed over. I was sitting in the back of the ambulance preparing myself for the worst.
I wonder who it is that we're going to. We came up to the fancy house and pulled our equipment and a stretcher out going into the house of the victim. We headed into the room that a middle aged man named Conrad Murray we bringing us in. I felt my heart stop when I saw who was lying on the bed.
It was Michael Jackson. The man that I idolized. I rushed with my medical team to take his pulse. It was weak, almost gone. My co worker strapped a bottle over his mouth to help him breathe.
No! You can't die. You can't die, you can't die. I thought over and over. my heart was thudding in my chest, as if it wanted to break through and
If OnlyA young woman, too young to be exposed to the pain she had found so recently, sat at her Father's bedside. Inside her warm, soft hands, she held the calloused and motionless hands of the man she loved. The heart-monitor made a slow and steady rhythm; a sign of either hope or loss. She turned her head away from the closed eyes of her Father, and swept her eyes over the snow-covered trees outside the small window of the hospital room. She found herself praying, though she did not know to whom, that somehow this would not be the last image of her Father. Her mind fell prisoner to her memories, as she wished she could be as strong as he had always been for her.If Only5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The snow reminded her of their snowball fights in winter, how they planned childish assaults against each other and used the snow-covered hedges for defence. She felt herself giggle as she remembered catching him completely unaware with a huge snowball she had made. His laughter was always so hearty and pure, and that day had produc
You Know You're A Monster When1. You have called her Mother Gaga, Mama Monster at least once.You Know You're A Monster When5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
2. When you grow up, you want to drive Pussy Wagon. (Or if you are of driving age, you have seriously considered getting Pussy Wagon sprayed onto the back hood of your car.) [This one is now crossed out.]
3. You have never missed any prime time television performances. Ever.
4. In that case, you have cried at least once from the sheer inspiration and charisma that she brings, and your family has looked at you strangely.
5. You know when someone's made it because your four year old niece and your grandma both loves her.
6. You sing Bad Romance like an anthem.
7. You now refer to the male genitalia as you know. Y'all know.
8. [Disco sticks only] You have gotten a boner before.
9. And then, afterwards you realize that this seems disrespectful, so you stopped getting them.
10. You believe that she is the reincarnation of Oscar Wilde. Or Shakespeare. Or somebody.
11. You suddenly now want to live in New York.
MJ - Raindrops hide my tearsLate at nightMJ - Raindrops hide my tears5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When the world is dreaming
I think of you singing away and gleaming
I try to sleep but over and over I fail
My heart breaks even more and I begin to wail
Thats when I decide it is no use
And I need to feel closer to you
I sneak downstairs
Put on my coat
Leave my house behind
Make my way down the road
I put my headphones in my ears
Turn my ipod on full blast
Feel at one with the wind
Walk with you by my side at last
I feel your presence in the breeze
You wash away my fears
And even though there is no need
The raindrops hide my tears
I have to go back home
And face my world without you
I wanna know you're nearby
Even though not convinced it's true
The only time I feel you near me
Is when I'm out with nature
Your love brings me to my knees
I no longer feel the danger
Walking the streets alone
Like a stranger in moscow
You wash away my fears
The raindrops hide my tears.
She Lay There My grandmother lay there uncertain, frightened, but smiling. She was a strong woman with an even stronger family. And in that family, that hospital room, was me. Seeing her lying weak in bed all the time was a drastic change from how I usually saw her: sitting comfortably on her living room couch, knitting contentedly every night. Soon those comfortable nights were over and my warm grandparents' home atmosphere was replaced with understuffed couches in hospital waiting rooms. We'd wait for updates, any scrap of news, for days. No one seemed able to tell us why my grandmother's body was failing her. Eventually the doctors predicted that the cancer would take a year to end her life.She Lay There5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Throughout her ordeal, I became accustomed to the stark white hallways of the hospitals, and to the ever-present taste of their bitter coffee. Most vividly though, I remember when we got the
Would you?Would you?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you still love me
When I grew old,
When my hair is gray
and white, thin?
When I no longer
Would you stay
by my side,
When I cannot recognise
who you are;
To remind me
each day, each hour
who you are
because I suffer from dementia?
Would you promise
to love me for who I am,
for who I will be in the future:
for better or for worse?
For MeFor the world you are nothingFor Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but one of its million organisms.
For a country you are nothing
but a worker, a civilian.
For a town you are nothing
but a resident.
For me you are everything:
all that I require
all that I want
for now and always.
I Miss Being In LoveFrom this day, from now on I know I am no longer a part of youI Miss Being In Love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I find my mind wandering, thinking, longing thoughts of you . . . . .
I miss being in Love, I miss those calls just to say thinking of you
I miss that feeling of intimacy when you know it's so true;
You said you needed me more than I needed you,
Why would you say that, if you knew it wasn't true?
All the words you said to me, that seemed to be so true
Were nothing but thoughtless lies, that I thought would never come from you;
You promised me marriage, and a family too
How could I be so stupid? how could I have believed you?
I should of known it was all an act, that I was just another part
Just another girl to add to your list of broken hearts;
Now I pretend that the past isn't real during sleepless nights
Though so much sadness in my life, never knew things would change so fast;
I reach out at nights but there's no one to love or no one to hold
I touch your side of bed and it feels so cold;
What a fool I have become to
This Is It...For MeThis Is It For MeThis Is It...For Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Could Feel It
I look at you
You cry with Me
On My Deathbed
I hold you by your Chin
I tell you,
"It was gonna happen..."
You cry and whimper a bit
I cry, cry, & cry
I feel you're hand and you say
"I know, but...you're so special to me".
I smile with happiness
Falling In Love
With you wasn't My Plan
But we did and I'm about to go
I then tell you with my weak voice
"I'm not leaving you..."
You look at me as I do
"I'll just be going for a while...I'll wait for you"
You hold me and we cry
"Let's sleep together one more time ?"
You asked and I said,
"Yes, One More Time".
I lay down and you lay on my chest
You smile as you look into my eyes
Our life has gone by together and...
Never Regretted Each Day Since We Met
I look at you as you sleep and whisper...
"This Is It...good-bye my love....".
I stop to hold my breath...
"I Love You Forever...in mind, in heart, in soul & spirit".
I look at you one more time
I kiss your lips and whisper...
I amI am everything and nothing;I am5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am -
The light within your sorrows
Your ray of hope.
Your living nightmare;
The darkness in your dreams.
I am -
The occasional disappointment;
The temptress, biting your neck;
Handcuffs and high-heels.
I am what I choose to be.
MS Ch.31 "The Sins"MICHAEL JACKSON'S STORY CHAPTER 31MS Ch.31 "The Sins"5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Veinal and Michael rushed to the livingroom after they heard a gunshot. Veinal putted her hat back on, then, she pulled Michael's hand. "Hurry!!" she yelled.
As they arrived in the livingroom, they saw Lily and Victoria were hugging. They looked at Veinal, and made a pause. They looked very scared. As Veinal stepped forward, a knife lent on her neck, and a guntip lent on Michael's head. They stood still. Michael could heard his heartbeat got faster and faster.
A young and handsome man appeared behind Lily and Victoria. "Hello, Dr. Veinal." He greet.
"Dominic." Veinal frowned her eyebrows. "So, you finally cought me." She said in calmness.
He clapped like he was happy and proud of Veinal's argument. "Thank you for leading us to these thread, Dr. Veinal. You're trully a former of The Sins." Said the guy in the suit.
"You're welcome. So, can you tell these apes to remove their weapon?"
"No can do, Dr. Veinal. We're gonna took them along with you, and tak
Michael Jackson No All Gone I went to bed thinkingMichael Jackson No All Gone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Tomorrow is your birthday Michael. What can I do to show you that even though you are dead I still think about you every day?' I tossed and turned for what seemed hours until I fell into unconsciousness. Suddenly I looked around and everything was transformed from my bedroom into a beautiful field of flowers and trees, I could also see, in the distance a castle that was made of what seemed to be white marble. It shone in the sun and sparkled like a star.
"Where am I?" I voiced this question to the air as if it could answer my inquiry, though I already had an idea forming in my head of where I was.
"You're in Elysion, Gabrielle." said the sweetest, most melodic voice that I had always wanted to call my name. I almost cried right there. I slowly turned my head towards the only part of heaven that I wanted. Michael Jackson was standing in all his
Scared of the ArtistScared of the Artist6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Different. She was different. Not that he hadn't met any other 18-year olds in his life, Michael thought, shaking his head imperceptibly. But there was something here.
She was young, to be sure, very young. Her life stretched out before her, like an endless ribbon waiting to be pulled and twisted, and tried in every way possible.
But she knew something.
He studied her, and felt himself be studied as well. She laughed like a young child, he noted, smiling, and at the same time, she beheld a seriousness beyond her years. Her family was prestigious, and in their entourage, she had benefitted from an extensive and wondrously boundless education. Intelligence seemed to wrap around her like an aura, and he admired it, as he giggled with her at a joke.
Insight. Or a very highly strung imagination.
It was quiet. Someone laughed in the rooms nearby.
They were alone. He leaned back on the table's edge, his black fedora hat slightly askew, his smile still present in the sparkling after