FearI stand, the night closing around me,
I stare into the dark whirlpool of black,
I feel the cold wind lash at my skin,
I am afraid.
Nowhere to turn,
Nowhere to go,
Lost in the woods,
Stranded in a void of nothingness.
Rustling of leaves,
Frozen I stand,
My heart racing in my chest,
The silence like a thick blanket,
There is a tap on my shoulder.
I force myself to move,
Breaking Fall The morning rain fell around me, shining slightly in the light of the small sliver of sun that was beginning to peer over from the East. The movie set I was shooting on was located on a picturesque stretch of grassland, which would have appeared like a Garden if Eden of sorts if it wasn't for the plumes of dark grey city-smoke on the horizon. The cross-country train station was completely deserted. Perfect. There was no one to see me, no one to find me, no one to recognise me...Breaking Fall6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" came the shrill cries of the paparazzi as the world famous movie star fought his way from the set back to his trailer. "Could you answer a few questions?" He ignored the onslaught and pushed his way past the hordes of fans, journalists, and magazine photographers. He didn't need this, not now. He had just received the worst phone call of his life and they wanted him to interrogate him about it? "Will you give us a quote?" He
butterfly kisseshe told me he played tic-tac-toe on his armbutterfly kisses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a razorblade once
and showed me the scars to prove it
i grazed my fingers over his forearm
marked with faint white lines
that made me scared i would lose him someday
and i thought back to that one time
when he was drunk and i could hear
the urgency in his voice as he stood on a ledge
but all i could feel was his heart beating faster then
when i touched the stories permanently inscribed
in his skin
and his left hand tracing the outline of my jaw
and even the tickle of his eyelashes against my cheek
as we sat in the backseat of his nissan.
Lady DeathThey think Death is the Reaper,Lady Death6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying his scythe,
Able to disappear into vapour,
Like a shadow in light.
But no, Death takes the shape,
Of a person, a woman at that,
With a pitch black cloak a flowing cape,
A crucifix of coal, and grace like a cat.
On rhinestone boots she treads the land,
With midnight eyes she tracks her prey,
A spear of onyx in her hand,
Her hair of ink soaking up every sun's ray.
She dons a studded ebonite vest,
With denim of iron sitting on her hip
A blood stained cutlass at her wrist,
Rings of beryl through her lip.
Her ears are pierced with needle sharp bone,
Her eyelids smudged with ash,
Her mouth a deep, blood-red tone,
the colour of night on each eyelash.
So who is this Queen of Darkness?
Who can she be?
An answer finally comes to a question ageless.
Death, is me.
I Am WinterI warn you, I'm blizzards by the dozen,I Am Winter6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each surface glassy ice and powder snow,
Frost, sleet, hail, and all else that is frozen,
Is all that I am, is all that I know.
It seems that she'd been with me since the bud,
With me before I existed at all,
She said she wanted love, she took my blood,
Her teeth in my vein, she drained all my soul.
Her breath is vanilla, part of her spell,
And I thought it would be mine to keep,
I gave her my heart, she took it as well,
Like slipping into cold eternal sleep.
Lips on mine drank my warmth, she's the hunter,
I'm all that she left me, I am winter.
Where Light is SwallowedI only step out when no one is coming homeWhere Light is Swallowed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets, and drags the veil from my eyes
I sink just below your searching lights
There is a heaven in this night
that evacuates my mind into the world around me
Where I'm going, there will be no stopping
I'll glance over my shoulder,
then I'll disappear
The Broken Pieces of Her Sh...The Broken Pieces of Her Shattered HeartThe Broken Pieces of Her Sh...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silence Harrol sat at the loom, working her fast, slender fingers along the threads that would soon be her wedding dress. Her parents had been so excited when they told her that she was betrothed to Henry Almington, the local business personage. Of course, no one listened to her objections, that he was an arrogant drunkard who cared for nothing but money, and that he was drastically older than her, in his thirties, while she was only fifteen.
The bells tolled, "I now give you Mrs. Almington" Mrs. Almington, Mrs. Almington, Almington, Almington. The name rang in Silence's ears, the name she would have to bear like a curse for the rest of her life.
6 Years Later
Silence Almington slowly stirred the stew that would soon be dinner. It was the meal she cooked every night for her husband when he returned home to hurl abuse at her. She was nothing more than a slave. During the early days of their marriage he had treated her kindly, even s
Not YouI thought there was a black hole,Not You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my chest, where others have a heart.
I've hurt so many and not cared at all,
But now there's a feeling which just won't part.
I see you standing there,
A victim you would have been,
But now I sit and stare,
Now I think differently.
Your innocence and your beauty,
The look you have in your eyes,
Took me back abruptly,
Took me by surprise.
You befriended me, unaware,
Then started changing me too.
I can't continue, no I can't bear,
To do what I planned to do.
Is this love no it cannot be,
Surely that couldn't come from,
Someone as heartless as me,
Or perhaps I'm wrong.
This I've never felt before,
What is it that you do?
I only know that I can't hurt you anymore,
No, not you.
Happy EndingsHappy Endings Are Just Fairytales That Haven't Finished YetHappy Endings5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They stand in the courtyard in their finery, the Prince of the land dressed in a majestic black tunic and the daughter of the kingdom's richest Lord draped in the glorious white silks of her gown. The people cheer as they walk past, throwing ribbons and flowers at the newlywed couple. The Prince basks in the attention, smiling and waving at the crowd as he leads his bride toward the castle gates.
It should be me.
It should be me at his side, wearing his ring, spending his wedding night. How many times had he told me that? How many times had he whispered words of love in my ear, telling me that I was the only woman for him, promising that we would be together forever?
And how many times had I believed him.
I should have known, I should have realised that a Prince like him would never marry a common girl like me. But I didn't. Instead, I lived thoughtlessly by his side as his mistress, his paramour, oblivious to the whisp
Bed Time StoryI told this story to my two-and-a-half-year-old sister tonight, and if anyone is wondering who on Earth tells stories like this, just keep in mind that young children enjoy stories of just about any subject matter, as long as it flows and contains elements they like. As for my sister, she likes the planets, bunnies, paintings, and has a habit of memorising names that she hears regularly (say, politicians perhaps).Bed Time Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you think this is ridiculous, well, just think of it as a very serious postmodern stream-of-consiousness piece.
You know how Mercury is a rocky ball? Well it's very small, so small in fact that it was carried by a bunny. The bunny and Mercury decided to journey to Saturn where they met a television who told them that a bird was going to land on Pluto. And then another bunny joined them, so the two bunnies, the television, and Mercury went to Pluto, where they found the bird that was landing and it was an eagle. They also found a Kevin Rudd Memorial Bunny and a Tony Abbott
Witchcraft"It is rather unnatural for me to be here right now, but there are not natural times," the farmer said with a grim countenance. "I have come to you because I am going to die."Witchcraft5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The witch leaned forward, surveying her guest. He was not unlike the other men who regularly came to her for advice, with simple clothes that were slightly torn and ragged but still adequate, tanned skin from his outdoor labour, and strong calloused hands from his work in the field. "And why do you believe that?"
"I have seen omens," the farmer replied. "My crops, you see, which I constantly tend to ensure their prosperity, that were grown on the same field that had grown many plentiful harvests in the past, have failed without reason. And last week I went down to the paddock where I keep my cows to find them all lying on the ground, strewn about, as they would have been standing before their lives were taken so suddenly and with no discernable cause. My farm is dead. And it is all in preparation for when I will
MilagroShe lay on the narrow bed, connected to an almost frightening array of tubes, needles, and drips. Snatches of conversation flitted in and out of her awareness.Milagro6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
" massive internal injury "
" close to death "
" no response "
" organs will fail if she does not wake soon "
She wanted to wake up. She tried so hard, but after two days of trying the small sliver of consciousness she was struggling to reach was only moving further and further away. And she was tired, so very tired.
On the fifth day she stopped fighting.
* * *
That voice. His voice.
"Evelyn, it's me, Adam."
Goodbye Adam. I'm sorry, I can't go on.
Something soft and small slipped into her hand.
"Remember the orange blossom I gave you on our wedding day? We both made promises that day. Fight this Evelyn. Wake up. Come back to me."
I can't fight anymore.
She felt something warm wrap around her fingers. Instinctively, they tightened.
"I know you can hear
Pandora's BoxAt first I loathed that woman,Pandora's Box6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pandora, who released the evils,
Into the world we live in,
And destroyed the human race.
But then I reconsidered,
For she had kept trapped the evil,
Of foresight, and had given us,
The light in the darkness,
The hero in war,
The one who nursed us from birth,
Like a glow in the fog,
Like a numb in the pain,
It is the silver lining on the cloud,
Hope, happiness, haven,
We owe it all to the woman,
Who let out all the horrors, except one,
And became both mankind's villain, and hero.
TwoThe small sliver of sun that was just beginning to peak over the East cast a pale yellow light over the small park, making the drops of dew clinging to each blade of grass sparkle like a thousand diamonds. Two figures sat on the edge of the park on an old bench that once, many years ago, might have been painted green, but now had worn away to the bare, weathered wood.Two5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day had begun.
* * *
The figure in white took a deep breath, her short summer dress fluttering around her. She closed her eyes and began to count in her head. She wouldn't be staying long, just a minute in the frigid morning air before it would be back inside for her studies. The childhood of a future top grade private lawyer didn't have time for lazing around.
60, 59, 58, not much time. She only had a minute in the morning to ready her mind, then it would be time to go to her morning classes, followed by the day at her expensive private school, followed by more classes with professional tutors, all paid for by
The Fourth Wishi.The Fourth Wish5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's an ocean-eyed dreamer who could fit the skies of a thousand worlds into her mayfly heart. She's got an angel face and a nasty little smile, and she knows all the secrets in her world. All she wants is to carry on dreaming, so she wishes for dragonfly wings and bottled summer nights and sleep that doesn't have to end. That insidious smile lingers, and she won't surrender her dreams even when her life support stumbles and dies.
He's a romantic with an acoustic soul and steel string scars on his fingertips. He's saving his lovesongs for a perfect girl with summer rolling off her skin and winter in her eyes, and he's never stopped believing that she's out there somewhere. He wishes for her to be everything he's waited for, for her to find him, and for her to be happy. It's a pity he forgets to ask for her to love him back.
She's a revolutionary with a landmine heart and a switchblade tongue. There's dirt and sand under her fingernails and wind in her hair, and she
what if?What would you say if I told you I hated you?what if?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I despised every word you had ever said
If I had never believed
What would you say if I called you a liar?
If I pretended to be truthful
And had cheated to find a way out
What would you say if I told you, you meant the world?
That I somehow lost myself in this hurricane
The stormy present, taunting me
What would you say if I told you I had found another?
Would I ever be able to comprehend your reaction?
Would you really lose a part of yourself?
What would you say if I promised to give my life to you?
That I would share everything with you
In my hope
And in my promise to give a small amount of enthusiasm
What would you say if I felt lonely?
That I craved human comfort
And was afraid
That I'd wake up
And find that things were different
What would you say if I told you I was afraid of the future?
That I couldn't understand the fatality
That I wished to know
So I could pretend to prepare mysel
HarvestDon't seek your savior here -Harvest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caught behind his mother's skirts,
lapping up morning
from her apron
with a child's sad wisdom.
This church is closed,
from the rough fumes
of birch and blistered nails
burning out the faithful.
There is no redemption today,
nothing but a fresh harvest of thorns
and love carried carelessly
like a wasteland
in his pockets.
InvisibilityMy breath instantly caught as my eyes lifted only to see him. My body already felt like it was on fire and he wasn't even close to where I was standing. My palms grew sweaty and my breath began to quicken.Invisibility5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It amazed me how beautiful a single boy could be. The sun couldn't compete with the brightness of his eyes. They were as blue as the clear ocean or a warm cloudless day, filled with joy and always lit up with an inner flame, full of life and youth. His face was all smooth planes and sharp edges. He had a strong jaw and a very tall, muscular lean body.
His hair was amazing, too. His bangs hung over his eyes, swept to the side. It was a golden, honey colored as if touched by the sun's rays. It was so silky, so soft, so perfected
Then he looked up and his gaze flickered to my direction. My heart sped up and beat with an uneven rhythm. The butterflies in my stomach exploded into swooping eagles and I could feel my breath catch in my throat.
Oh my God, he's coming towards me, he'
Alone With ImpulsesI stare at the clock,Alone With Impulses1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Willing myself to feel tired.
It doesn’t work.
I take a sleep aid.
It doesn't work either.
Sitting here alone,
I drown the quiet with music.
I know I have to keep it together.
That doesn't send the depression running though.
Every moment ticks by
With infinite slowness.
My mind presents impulses.
Mild ones first-
Like a snack.
Ever so stealthily,
More psychotic impulses surface.
I know I can’t-
I just feel frightened by my own mind,
And ever so alone.
+I'm sorry...I'm sorry for letting you down...+I'm sorry...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for breaking your dreams...
I'm sorry for causing you pain...
I'm sorry for being the reason of your tears...
I'm sorry that my words
Are not what you want to hear...
I'm sorry that my face
Is not what you want to see...
I'm sorry for not being able to express myself
And hiding in my shell...
I'm sorry for not being perfect
And ruining all that I touch...
I'm sorry for not being what you want me to be...
I'm sorry for being me...
Walk For AllWalk For AllWalk For All4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weight upon my shoulder,
The weight that only gets thicker.
Why is it that everyone is getting colder?
Why is it that it seems all we want to do is bicker?
Don't let me fall,
Hang my weights up on the wall,
I don't think I can make is down this long hall.
My hands are shaking, and knees quaking.
My feet don't want to work, they're about to give out.
I have to do something to end this aching, to keep from breaking,
I have to do something to keep moving along this seemingly endless route!
I'm at a crawl,
Dragging myself up the next wall,
Through all the pain there is gain and I must stand tall.
Not all about this road is arduous,
Not all of this walk is never ending strife.
When walking with others laughter is contagious.
When smiling and feeling worthy, you find the meaning of life.
Unspoken WordsWe've been friends for so long,Unspoken Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hardly remember what it was like before.
You have always been there through thick and thin,
To pick me up and tell me it will be all right.
We've had our fights, some small and some large,
But no matter what we always forgave each other.
Often I wouldn't tell you I forgave you,
I didn't act like I did.
This may come too late,
You may not be able to believe me.
I promise you every word you read is 100% true,
Words that have been unspoken for too long.
As you go off and meet new people and learn new things,
I will remain here alone.
I will miss you, that is no doubt,
But I have realized this is what we both need.
So as you settle in Seattle and think of us here,
Don't forget these final words:
I will always love you, my best friend.
I wish you well.
Cosmic Melancholic[Between my heart and my head,Cosmic Melancholic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a hole inside me,
dragging my soul down like an anchor.]
Sirens wail their swan songs,
maidens and muses that haunt me
while my hands are tied
my wrists are crying
and my eyes are bleeding
all it took was a prick to
my swollen throbbing heart
in its twilight tomb.
I long for the dawn
like a lover lost at sea
but every cynic knows
darkness drapes the shoulders of
liars and whores
before the blasted sun will ever rise
..especially for me.
In this wicked peace
-knowing I have been claimed-
I will swallow the stars
and choke on the moon,
A futile attempt to fill the void.
I will bleed starlight
until there is no more of me.
[for if I must bleed,
let it be what is beautiful].
We Are FingersCovetous, we seek and grasp for pleasure.We Are Fingers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We taste the world like the tongue,
and learn from experience.
Dexterous, we teach
with exercised skill.
Practice makes perfect;
and we are perfect tools,
extensions of a perfect machine.
BoogeymanOf shards of glass he makes his teethBoogeyman5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And shadows are his skin
His rumor keeps me hiding under sheets
Waiting for the sunrise to begin
All day he waits in closets and drawers
To feed upon the unruly
Little children who haven't done their chores
And boys who treat girls cruelly
When those children fall fast asleep,
He breathes into their ears
There will be no more counted sheep
If you awake while he's over your bed
You will see his golden eyes
Then he'll eat you up starting at the head
Despite your pleading cries
This monster, yes, he has a weakness
One thing that will leave him stricken
Sing with your whole heart and nothing less
Journey's "Don't Stop Believin"