Self Reliant.Self Reliant.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mama really loved me,
And mama tried her best,
But all her time and money
Was spent on beer and cigarettes.
Daddy tried to love me,
And daddy tried to stay,
But I wasn't born a boy for him,
And daddy moved away.
Mama's boyfriend loved me best,
He promised he would change,
But when the rum dripped to his lips
His screams became my pain.
Big sis used to protect me,
'Till mama's boyfriend came around;
Then every night she left the house
That Hell to which I was bound.
God said I meant the world to him,
And promised to be with me;
But when I needed him the most,
He was no where to be seen.
When daddy asked me to live with him
I was happy to be free,
But playing house with him and his wife
Was like imprisonment to me.
Daddy wanted to help me,
'Cause he knew that I was Broked,
So daddy called the theripist
And shoved prozac down my throat.
Mama felt deserted,
And mama cried and cried.
I promised her it'd be okay,
Though I knew that was a lie.
All the while my skin grew pink
From the d
Witness the EndI sat with her at the edge ofWitness the End6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a world working without us,
that we were never a part of,
and watched it commit suicide
light flashed from various sources,
and the roaring of the fire drowned
out any screams sparks dispersed in
the darkening sky, and for miles and miles
the land was engulfed by the demons
its people had unleashed themselves
the destruction thrived with seemingly
infinite energy (though we knew it
would not last), and did not discriminate
among its victims; pure chance judged
what was to be crushed, exploded,
or shot by a budding psychopath
and then the fate of said psychopath
and when there was nothing left to burn
and the fire finally flickered down, tired
and burned out for the night, when
the world went to sleep with the
ending of an era and broke the
trance it had put us in,
she turned to me goddess,
deity, with her detached look
and eyes that shone with sympathy
but were underlined with wisdom
and a profound understanding
of our place in this bu
mapping wars in skinmapping wars in skin9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Twenty eight years... Twenty eight years on this planet and I still sit on the edge of my bed counting scars and watching the razor in my fingers gleam. Strange how this piece of sharp metal makes the blood feel like acid in my chest. Cutting loose a neverending seeming stream of red that felt like cool rain on a scorching summer day. I still remember how it feels and how it almost ruined me. It still renders me mute.
Over five hundred count. Still counting even. My flesh now a mapping of guilt, misery and loneliness like fractured and baffled city streets with no traffic lights and a speed limit of 110. Can't feel what isn't there and a head full of bad memories certainly deserves some vacation time.
I kept saying that they were war wounds, from a war where the only soldier was me. Hard to fight nuclear war with yourself nonstop for sixteen years. You get burned out quickly.
Each of these white lines on my arm tells me where I've been when I don't remember.
Every track mark is another
Life After PeopleLife After People6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What Happens When There's No One Left?
What Happens When We Disappear?
What Will Become Of Earth
When Everythings Gone
And Silence Engulfs The Planet?
What Will Become Of The World
When Men Cease To Exist
And Everything Falls Apart?
What Will Happen With Life After People?
Running out of names?Running out of names?5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Call of an EinherjarValiant Warrior of Midgard,The Call of an Einherjar7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been chosen,
To heed the call of a Valkyries omen,
For the howls of terror are on the rise,
As the castle of Valhalla is lurked by eyes
Young warrior, listen to my call!
For Valhalla is nearing its fall,
The time of Ragnarok is fast approaching,
Lokis troops are already encroaching
Heed my words oh valiant warrior,
For the war will storm the plains of Midgard,
Even the Gods are not safe behind the walls of Asgard,
The time of vengeance is almost at hand,
Rains of terror will surely strike Odins land
Oh my beloved einherjar,
You have been chosen for this sole reason,
To bring upon the Aesirs beacon,
To leave your enemies dead in the cold winter season
Valiant warrior, do me proud!
For I will say your name out loud,
To be the defender of Lord Odins cause,
Lets show them to never oppose,
The might of an Aesirs strode.
Now, my beloved einherjar on to victory!
Bring them down to their o
Scabior Love story***IMPORTANT INFORMATION***Scabior Love story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Appearance: Rachel is short, around 5"4, with blue eyes. She has a side fringe that falls on the left side of her face, her hair comes down to just below her boob's (colour: Black) also her hair is naturally straight.
She has perfect skin, she barely ever gets flaws or pimples.
Clothes: She is always seen wearing blacks, greys, and whites.
When on the run, she always wear's a loose Singlet, that is styled so that it is longer at the back of the top then it is at the front.
On the bottom she wears, short shorts, and depending on the whether, she will wear ripped tights, that are held together by safety pins.
She always has bracelets, and necklaces on that sometimes give away her position when she is hiding because they jungle a lot :/
She is ALWAYS seen wearing a black cross necklaces, that she never takes off, she says that it reminds her of her older brother that was killed by a death eater a couple of years ago, she says
Sky's the limit - 2The crew was awakened by a call from the control station after a few hours of rest, because of a unexpected breakdown of some apparatus in the engine compartment.Sky's the limit - 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Edge, Zorath, Connor and some other councilors went to the bridge and Edge looked over the instruments, "We no longer have thrust. One of the main engines is out of order," he pushed a few keys, collecting as much information as possible about the cause of the failure, "A control circuit stopped working. We'll have to go replace it if we want to continue."
"Do you know what happened? Is this an attempt to sabotage the ship?" asked Zorath.
"I don't think so. The area was empty when the malfunction occurred and the sensors aren't detecting anything."
This area hadn't been explored so far, because there were no crew members nor prisoners to spare and as it had no interest for the crew prior to the malfunction. Now they were forced to go there and they didn't know what would await them, due to the lack of prior scouting missions.
The Fine PrintThe Fine PrintThe Fine Print6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was certainly the oddest job interview Bradshaw Brittle had ever attended.
He nervously adjusted his tie as he heard a voice call him in beyond the door.
It was silly of him to be this fidgety, he knew. As if this was his first time. He was no longer a spotty-faced youngster, after all, but a grown man with a solid résumé and years of experience. There was just something about impeccable, neatly ordered offices like this that gave him the willies. They always made him feel as if the walls themselves were watching him and frowning upon every loudly echoing cough and sniff.
All right, breathe, he told himself as he got to his feet. Just because you desperately need the money is no cause to act like this is the end of the world. You've done this sort of thing before.
He peeked through the door and looked around cautiously. It was a large room, with tall windows covering almost the entire surface of the opposite wall and along the walls an impressive disp
SomethingDear You,Something5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This letter is for you and you only, please do not read otherwise.
I've never been good at beginnings so I'll get to the point I miss you. No wait that's too out there, how about I want to be your friend again? I want to be your best friend again. The one you could turn to and cry on. But you seem busy with her. She's the person that filled in my space as I walked out. Did I ever apologize for that? It's also really obvious that you like her, with the way you hug her. I remember that hug. That kills me, but I don't want to admit that. I will admit that I'm jealous and that I secretly wish it was me you're holding. But I can't let you know that because then you'd know that I still love you. That I will always love you but I will have to push aside those feelings because I know you don't feel the same way. So please continue with whatever you're doing. Don't let this affect your actions. I just wanted you to know th
Robinton vs. Toonzsedeki (Ven) *Make sure to read the description before reading the actual chapter!*Robinton vs. Toonzsedeki (Ven)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who's next?" Zorath roared into the crowd, taking the stage once more.
Behind the black and red dragon, Zooks and Tano'rath descended the steps off the raised platform, pistols in hand. Both had bullet wounds from their 1500's standoff. Zooks with a bullet in his arm, but little else, and Tano'rath with a cracked and bleeding belly plate. He held his side and favored it with a limp. As Torkos, the purple doctor of the Council, stepped forward, he could see that a lung might have been punctured. Just one of the many wounds brought on by the Council sparring this night. It was good for the dragons to get their frustrations and grudges out of the way in a much more civilized fashion than the norm. Still, so far this was the worse yet, complete with internal bleeding. Torkos cringed at the thought of
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
Intricately BareIntricately beautiful, is my palace.Intricately Bare4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The twisted iron tendrils;
The symmetry, inescapable and
The bare simplicity of nothingness.
Intricately beautiful, is my cage.
What's to be done?
When your everything
What's to be done?
When the solitary hours
Rather than pleasing.
When every inch of your luxury
Is known to you
And the only splash of colour
You sit awhile, dream awhile
Fill it all with shades
Faces you can talk to-
Faces who can help.
Give you things to laugh about
Ideas, glimmering like jewels
Fresh and dainty, like flowers
Inventive, like tools.
You use them.
You let them help.
They open the door
To your cage.
A New SpeciesA New Species5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in any direction
seems to be a glorious mix-up
in which the
the last couple of hundred years
could not hide.
Now it may be air-borne
deathdeath11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
Why The Mirror Cracked"Tell me a story. Before I go. Speak to me about something." I say.Why The Mirror Cracked3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their eyes unfocus.
Once upon a time there was a crack. It was slim and delicate, like a sparrow's little bone, but it was homeless.
It was homeless because every time it tried to settle down somewhere, it never worked out. It did live somewhere altogether a big Victorian-style house, with rooms and terraces but you know how it is a crack needs somewhere quite cozier and smaller to call its own. Cracks are domestic things, of course. They only want permanence.
The crack had recently had to leave a mug it had been living in after it fell apart rather abruptly one afternoon. It was a shame, because the crack had been happy for a while. Such a hairline crack; no-one had noticed it.
"Alright." Thought the crack. "I'll just find somewhere else. This'll be okay. It will. It has to be okay."
So the crack, intrepid as it was, little bravery, travelled. It wasn't accustomed to it, of course.
The Black LeviathanThe Black LeviathanThe Black Leviathan7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
From the personal journal of Mathew Lammb (1898-1959), Lifeboat Captain at Mullion Cove, Cornwall, dated 23rd November 1927.
Infinitely distant, and at the same time infinitesimally close to ours, is a black underworld through which their sail unknown things and untold horrors that hail from a time and a place not our own. Such have I seen for myself in the long time that has passed since last I made an entry in these pages, and I feel it will be some time before I do so again. I have told no other living soul of what transpired on the fourth of September, and not without good cause; it is a story so mad, so warped, so ludicrously fantastic, that scarce would be those who would hear it and not presume it to be some fiction or sign of dementia. Yet I feel the need to put pen to paper on the matter, if only to convince myself that madness has taken no hold on me and that such an incogitable thing did indeed occur. So, here if nowhere else, ther
LoveLove is upLove8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is down
Love is going through
When you want to go round
"Love is never having to say you're sorry"
But you say it anyway
Love is all those secret smiles
When there's nothing more to say
Love is having scars on your feet
From wearing the shoes they bought you
Love is listening to 'I love you's
And knowing every word is true
Love is writing silly poems
Exactly like this
And love is not actually knowing
Exactly what love is
Falling Towards the Sky Pt. 1-Read the description before continuing-Falling Towards the Sky Pt. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“C’mon!” Fanfir struggled against his teammate, arms burning as he tried to overpower his fellow dragon. Blue-scaled muscles rippled as they spasmed. His friend of purple scales remained quiet, his muzzle locked in a feral snarl.
Their clawed hands were locked together on a plasteel tabletop, their efforts shaking it. They had been going at this for a while, and now they were beginning to tire, Fanfir more so. His claw began to lean towards the tabletop.
“Damn... you... Torkos,” Fanfir grunted between breaths. The purple dragon grinned at the words, showing off the entirety of his upper five, fused fangs, and the sharp teeth behind them. Two tails whipped back and forth in excitement, one purple, long and slender, and one blue, short and thick.
The distance between Fanfir’s claw and the table was shrinking by fractions. The dragon growled