Hunter on the ProwlAshen skinned with blotchy bluesHunter on the Prowl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contrasted by red, the deep strong hues
Running down my chin like tears
I come quietly, scream to strike fear
Because I'm not one you can easily hear
Running quick through the night, with an eyeless leer
Crouching in shadows, waiting for those few
Immune to infection... they'll share fate of the others I've slew!
Hack-and-slash, I'll pin you down
Claw at you, helpless on the ground
Leave you in a bloody bath to be found
By those who manage to come around
Sweet success! You're now no more
What's left of you now? Nothing but tore-
Up pieces of bloody human flesh
Again like others, you failed my test
Run away now, scaling a building side
Using the help of a metallic pipeline
I rest on the roof, new blood on my lips
I'm worse than any of those slasher flicks
Beware me, your warning is my growling
Because out there, somewhere, there's a scowling
Beast watching you, anticipating your long horrified howl
Beware, foolish runners: a Hunter's on the prowl
Tank is What They ShoutHuge hulking mass of super-human muscleTank is What They Shout5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grunting and growling like an ape or a bull
You won't survive if we get in a tussle
I'll kill you with ease, you scrawny dumb fools!
Shooting at me like madmen, running all over the streets
Your puny little guns won't hit like a car!
Smacked at you like a toy; with ease from afar
Two of you down at one time, knocked back on the concrete
Other infected run at you, getting in my way
I don't care for their help, I'll smack them away!
Your little team is doomed to die by my fists!
Another four names to be added to the lists!
I run to you incappacitated whimps
Pounding you, beating you, until you grow limp
Your friends are still shooting away, but all in vain
One of you's gone, now I'll end your pain!
Two of them dead at my feet, the others yell and cry,
Out their friends' names, but they're about to die!
They should have run, left them, but no, they had stayed
An idiot's mistake, thinking the hurt could be saved!
Now they run backwards, trying desper
Darkness and LightDarkness and Light7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That which divides these two is rarely thought of.
It is known as twilight and all who follow this path are doomed.
While evil may kill without cause and righteousness flounders in hypocrisy.
We of the line can see.
We understand why the killer will take a life and we understand why others must catch him.
Twilight is forever torn between the two.
Neither yet both at the same time.
We are dark enough to see how the blade cuts flesh and yet tears will be shed over the l
Caught by a SmokerWatching you carefully, dare I try to get close?Caught by a Smoker5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nay, I don't need to be within your range
You're already in mine, no sense to further delay
I lash at you--be ready to be choked!
You were ignorant; didn't listen for my wheezes and coughs
But now you're the one gagging, dangled like a ragdoll
What's this? You can't call for help? They aren't turning around?
Looks like you're mine now, dying with subtle sounds
Ahh, you've grown limp, poor little survivor
But survive no more; you're dead in this hour
I let you free now--a pity, you're gone
No matter now, your friends have moved on
Bounding the rooftops, following their trail
I'll grab the next fool, see their face turning pale,
From being without air. The idiots don't watch
For the tall guy with a smoke cloud around him in dots
How did they miss me? What's distracting their thoughts?
Why didn't they notice their teammate was caught?
Their intelligence is questionable, especially compared to mine
I don't have to think to know when's the ri
Dear CouldBeMaybePossiblyLoveyou should know that:Dear CouldBeMaybePossiblyLove5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I'm not a writer. I'm just a girl that chews on other people's emotions and spits out the feelings on notebook paper. I'm just spewing out phrases with copy write protection and mapping newfound stories across your eyes. I give them titles and genres, I correct them of grammar errors and staple the pages together. Please don't think of this as noteworthy. Because I'm the result of word searches shoved down sore throats and question marks the spot, the exclamation points that hold me up will bring you down. and when I'm up at two o'clock in the morning with Microsoft word as my only companion it's not because I want to let it all out, it's because I can't sleep until I do. There's nothing special about my unscrambled words or emotionally laced poems, this is just my self-prescribed medication and unrealistic dreams jammed under the hood of your car so we know that we'll never go anywhere.
I'm no priceless jewel or rare prize. I'm nothing special. I just woul
Acid, Acid"Pocket full of posiesAcid, Acid5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ring around the rosies
We all fall down..."
My pretty little smile
Says, "Won't you stay a while?"
I'll use acid, acid
To make you stick around...
But digits on your triggers
Unlike the rings around my fingers
And with acid, acid
I'll make you all fall down...
Burning pretty green goo
Spreads just like the morn dew
It's acid, acid
To make you all slow down...
With pockets full of bottles
And weapons that you coddle
Don't help when acid, acid
Makes you all fall down...
Pretty Spitter's pigtails
Love to dance when she trails
Survivors while her acid, acid
Drips along the ground...
Spitter dear goes bye-bye
Because the bullets flied-flied
And killed her and her acid, acid
Burns her body down...
Jockey's Glee"Jockey, Jockey!"Jockey's Glee5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They scream at me!
I meet them with a smile,
But they're never happy to see me!
Let's play a game, I know just what to do;
I'll hop on your back, and try to steer you!
Let's see just what fun we can have,
While I scratch at your face with my pretty, clawed hands!
Oops! I've run you into the fire!
Oops! I've run you into a crowd!
Oops! I've run you off of your higher,
Vantage point so we can all take you down!
Oops! I've run you into burning goo!
Oops! I've forced you over to the crying Miss!
Oops! I've lead you to my friend the Tank,
And now he'll punch you to itty-bits!
What fun, what fun, we shall always enjoy!
And now that you're broken, I won't play with you anymore!
I'm off, I'm off, to find my next friend!
So we can play the same game, all over again!
Love hadron colliderBlacklight beginning.Love hadron collider5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A million light years
between one particle of dust
A slow, tenacious pull
bend to the craving will
of the cosmic unconscious.
At these scales
time stretches thin like spider silk,
of its origami
at an intersection point
along its infinite lines,
two particles romance
and beacon their mutual
New light waves
Dust storms rise,
converge and coalesce,
at their focal point
and turn to billion-year
until they finally generate the heat
of every human body.
The absurd notion
that we were created
from the flaming atoms of this inferno
matters less than you would think.
The important thing
is how unlikely it is
that it could transpire.
We are dust on stellar winds,
set below an artificial horizon.
We can only telescope
has cost us our immediacy.
But we gained
the ability to lo
They Screamed WitchSobbing to myself, lap as a resting place for my handsThey Screamed Witch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's going on, I don't understand?
Oh, why, why did this have to come to be?
Why, why... Oh God, why me?
This red light around me serves as no condolence
Nor do these fellow creatures who seem so absent-minded... What!
Why does this fool get near me!? This is not something of my tolerance!
I can't take this, get out of my face! Stay away from me, go elsewhere to run amok!
Are my growls not enough to deter you from my space!?
I'm growing impatient, get away from my place!
Must I stand and scream at you to get you to go away!?
Get the message I don't want you here, or you will pay!
Stop shining that light in my face!
That's it--I'll give you a chase!
Run away you little idiot! I don't care what you do!
Or how fast you run, I'll still catch you!
I've got you, I've struck you down!
Is this what you wanted, how you want to be found!?
Die now, no more will I let you be disturbing!
With your little flashlight and gun, your foosteps near
The origin of flame warsWhen people sayThe origin of flame wars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their silly things,
All the words consist of letters,
all the letters were born from sounds,
all the sounds emerged from mutated throats,
all the mutated throats were silent once,
all the silence still meant violence,
all the violence was quickened in life,
all the life was inspired by heat and stones,
all the heat and stones were once
With such a pedigree,
our burning hearts
are still the savage tools
in our hairy hands.
Our communication skills
the screeching sounds
of egos grinding
against our limits.
It sounds like torture.She hummed to herself as she walked home; her long black hair and dark jacket almost concealed her in the night. Her headphones drowned out most of the noise around her so when a young man stopped her she yelped in fright.It sounds like torture.6 years ago in Horror More Like This
She smiled politely as she moved to let him past but when he didnt move she timidly moved past him. Loki grinned, grabbing her arm and pulling her back, making sure to cover her mouth in case she screamed. He hissed as he hovered over her face, holding his lips just above her skin he brushed her hair away smiling at her terrified eyes. He moved sensually down to her neck while his hands moved over her hips, bringing his own closer. She whimpered as she felt his breath reach her throat, her heartbeat driving him mad. He could almost taste her, his pulse racing, his body quaking, his hunger screaming
Loki growled as his meal was interrupted. Glaring up at whom ever the voice belonged to only to be surprised
stop the clocka sea of houses comes rolling instop the clock6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusty roofs bending
shingles popping like fireworks
(expressing their independence, they die)
while you and I
(nothing more than genetic flotsam, now)
turn our eyes from a shattered-glass snowfall
and dream of the winters of our youth
this will be the end of days
this will be clouds folding into the earth
thunderstorms growling from foxholes
rain tumbling from rivers
as a clumsy conflagration stumbles into our skin
stealing our silhouettes
painting our ghosts on walls
(oh, had only we learned such passive resistance)
as you and I
(only numbers and figures, we know)
truly wear our hearts on our sleeves
when the world turns inside out
when sandcastles swirl into mountains
only to melt and flatten
until the rock has no wrinkles
when flowers shrink into their stems
like amateur stop-animation
when grass stalks and grandchildren
twist ever upward into smoke
and I no longer have any metaphors
for what the world made me love about yo
Yours never wasYours5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never will be
what the fuck was i thinking.
Death of an insect.Tiny little organism. So small you can walk along a single strand of hair so utterly unnoticeable .so completely insignificant. Should you go to Heaven too? What possible use would you have there? But then what possible use do humans have there? What makes your soul so different from theirs? Do you even have a soul? They seem to think not. Does this mean that I do not govern who goes but they do instead? Are they the keepers of this place? The builders? The Designers? The Creators? Everybody seems to have a different opinion about what happens when you go there, who takes you and what it all looks like. Isnt it funny how two minds can see the exact same thing differently? I think it is. Why cant we all just agree? Must you be left behind because they say it should be so?Death of an insect.5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Does the cry of an insect not matter, if there is a human to hear instead? Seems rather unfair, wouldnt you say my friend? Why should you be l
Against the gaping mawI atoneAgainst the gaping maw5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for every stupid
(do daydreams at night
deserve a name?)
I atone with every waking moment.
They will never leave me be;
the dirty fingers. The shadow figures in my bed.
Playing shadow figure games I can't make out.
The crawlers on the walls. I think the TV is still on
when it never is
for every song I sang
when the audience was long gone
and the leaves were fleeing.
I have the worst timing in the wor
In the black cups I find my nectar.
It pours out of me when I try to swallow it back
again and again. The logic compels me
again and again.
I hear the sound of countless tiny waves
in the cup nation
The days blast into my face
like jet time.
Sometimes you tell me
we're having sex. Sometimes
you're not there. My skin
is peeling and I think of petals.
I am a raw man underneath.
I feel my body with
too many hands.
I want the other ones
I think the TV is off now,
pedophile [Hi]pedophile6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
( don't i know this kid..?)
oh heyy.. c'mere (yeah.. i know him..)
[?m..] (haha.. he's confused but likes it..)
Huh? What are you doing? (who's she? who're they..)
.. . (i'm holding this kid in my arms? .. it feels weird.. soft. innocent. spiritual..)
... i had always wondered.. what it'd be like
to hold the innocent little boy
a long, long time ago..
my parents.. i don't remember them treating me like this..
;my dad always scared me
;and my mother had seemed distant.
but .. there are memories that say otherwise..
curling up to my father in bed
and my mum stroking my hair
though.. i remember my dad laughing at that 'annoyance'
and my mother pulling her hand away from me
.. is that why it feels like i didn't have ..?
why do i want to embrace my childhood again..
why do i dream of hold
Dark sea, no bottomAnd I amDark sea, no bottom5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out to swim -
no sand in sight,
and I am
a heavy thing
high, I am
because I know
always a way
ahead and out.
Unburial songOld songsUnburial song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a new tune
and I keep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me.
And I begin again.
Try not to sin again.
to a new moon
I go deep
:the old refrains:
you overwhelm me
late ego trip
We can't live forever,
so let's sin it up together:
:you overwhelm me:
So Vaini always thinkSo Vain5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that what you write
is about me
A Kiss On The ForeheadHumming bird,A Kiss On The Forehead5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the last time;
He's a vampire.Project N. shutting down repeat Project N. is shutting down repeat project He's a vampire.6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Damn it! He wasnt stable!
A young looking man in his late twenties exclaimed as the alarm sounded, slamming his hands down on the work surface under a giant screen that he and the other men around him were watching. The room was large and full of control panels, measuring apparatus and monitors all keeping track of Neil. The main screen that a few men in white coats were watching at the front of the room however, displayed nothing but static after Dontas crushed the camera on Neils collar. Even though they could no longer contact him the monitors showed his status, his condition being transmitted by the chip they had implanted in him when he was made. His lifelines were faint.
An older man agreed, his hair greying and his face grave as he turned to the rest of the men around him.
This experiment failed.
The other men a
The Fractal ManYou wake up and before reality sets in you plan how you would like your day to go.The Fractal Man8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You do the whole bathroom thingyou lather, you rinse, you repeat.
You dress slowly under your own scrutiny and regardless of whether you are in overalls or a uniform or a silk linen suit, you hate the way you look. You will never look the way you did that other day, the day you were happy just being yourselfthough you cannot specifically remember when that day was.
Eventually you exit your humble little home and stumble into the concentrated centre of a mad, mad world. In this land skyscrapers dwarf the rising sun and the earth below them is forever in their shadow. The city streets are always an endless stream of chaos around you.
If you were like me, you wore a silk linen suit and the toast was always the same.
It was never a far step from the inside of any building to the inside of a