Ends of LoveThe angel of love is burned at the stakeEnds of Love6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A price to pay her mistake
As the fire burns her silken skin
Her heart blackens from the anger within
As her anger grows the world slowly dies
Light turns to dark and hides the skies
Where love lived, replaced by hate
Damning our world to this darkened fate
Not againns again. Yesterday I...Not again4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Confession.I sold hope.Confession.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of stock.
Important BookThe torn page destroyed the ending.Important Book4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Puzzling PachydermsGeneral Hannibal:Puzzling Pachyderms4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am writing this letter in protest to your march over the Alps. I understand that Rome is waiting to be conquered, and I would gladly conquer it with you. I am not objecting to your choice to crush the Romans into the dust and make Carthage the new center of the universe. What I am objecting to are the giant grey creatures you insist must come with us. Is there really a need for such monstrosities? Won't simple mules and horses work just as well? These "elephants" as you so call them are an incredible nuisance! They consume enormous amounts of food, and the by products of that are worse than the toilets in Pompeii. Also, what is up with their noses? They look like they got Jupiter angry somehow, so he just pulled with all his might. I beg you to reconsider the inclusion of these animals. Although I am loath to give an ultimatum, I must say that if
DestinyBorn,grown,deceived,exploited,dead.Destiny4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Squirrel's Flower Tut07:04:22 PM Grrreat, kiddies, are your UF open? Then we are going to start with the default mandelbrot and its corresponding Julias. Almost all of my fractals starts with the switch mode. Pretty basic, but oh, so many lovely possibilities.The Squirrel's Flower Tut4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
07:06:40 PM I prefer to have a black/white gradient for the outside colouring and the inside colouring set to none in transfer function. If you've the default colouring, remove all the nodes in the gradient except from two of them and set them in black and white. It helps you to see the finer shapes in your fractal and the colours won't disturb you.
07:10:13 PM If you have your default mandy ready, then you can use the switch button.
07:16:40 PM Switch button is f7 and click on the mandy and there you'll find the julia
07:18:16 PM Kiddies, find your julia, after that we'll frolic in flowers!!!You find your Outside colour algorithm menu, choose Plug-in colour gradient, go into Colouring algorithm menu, choose Orbit Traps. Th
.. At your own Risk ..Erano in quella situazione di stallo ormai da troppo tempo, pensava Shade, e nel suo solito cinismo da vampiro l'odore del sangue era potentissimo nel suo naso, e accentuava i suoi impulsivi ragionamenti come benzina sul fuoco si disse che se nessuno avesse fatto il passo, allora sarebbe passato lui al contrattacco, e sarebbe stato implacabile. Aveva già la strategia in mente, dipanata nei dettagli come un prezioso accurato arazzo, non un filo fuori posto Ma il tempo di concludere i giochi non era ancora giunto... At your own Risk ..5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fece scivolare i suoi occhi color mogano nella penombra.
Ash era lì, come sempre assorto nel suo silenzio di carta, e chissà quali sottili pensieri si agitavano nella sua mente perfetta. Quali impossibili trame stava ordendo ai suoi danni, e quali interessanti carte andava rigirandosi con lenta astuzia da pokerista tra le dita affusolate. La linea infantile del suo sguardo aleggiava sopra le terre come un sovrano distaccato, o un generale che
This Is The SoilThe dirt was cold, and the skin around my fingernails clung to it hopefully. I churned in his ashes slowly, giving him back to the birches he planted forty years ago. I started using the curls of their bark for paper after he died; lines of poetry struggle every day in the drafts from the window, shivering and moving away bit-by-bit from the glass panes that I can see the river through. It always rushes in the winter; the cold is never cold enough to freeze, but always cold enough to chill. I left half the ashes in the urn.This Is The Soil4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
GenovannegaVenerdì 4 novembre 2011Genovannega3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
le gocce piovono
nel fango mescolano
sulle teste inermi
voci, urla e paure
delle genti di mare
di pioggia, si può morir
no titleI can't live as I willno title6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
among the scattered roses
of a daydream
I see and in the seeing
petals wilting across a velvet page
signed in blood
clark kentSilver eyeshadow and a blush; smack lipsclark kent3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and sway hips. The nail file's on overtime
and the glitter's out sick. Snap bra strap,
winking at the mirror; stars could get lost
in this cleavage, and these cups could be
flowerpots for a healthy crop of petunias
or baskets for hot air balloons, if I chose.
Tonight I'm juxtaposing crepe with Lycra;
all those stubborn parts sedated, yielding
like cats before the leap. Skirt the colour
and size of a blackbird's wing and knickers
tight enough to make me sing. Peep show
smile; big hairstyle. Just the faintest smell
of wine. And I close the phone booth door
without a single sound:
tonight I don't fear Kryptonite.
I'm going on the town.
Hero's LamentThis is all far too much for one to bear,Hero's Lament6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
The Count, the Princes brother, and the Prince himself
All cried shame upon me, yet I confessed, truthfully
That I spoke not to any man that night.
Yet still they cast their shame upon me
And before all those in attendance they shamed me.
My own father hath wished me dead
And Beatrice doth stand beside me yet alone,
For none else shall stand beside me, so great this shame.
How is it that a thing so simple as vows of marriage,
Could turn and twist so cruelly upon oneself?
I admit myself wooed by the Prince in the name of Claudio
And profess my desire to have wedded him.
Yet by some twist of Fate, instead, so it seemed,
I was doomed to spend my years living as dead.
At least some light hath come out from this dark nightmare of mine,
For my cousin and Benedick have once more claimed love
For one another. Really, twas not so hard
To deceive them into love once more.
Indeed, could not have been done, were not there
Still feelings for eac
10 moments of silence10 moments of silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Ten moments of silence.]
I fell in love with the full,
fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks,
the icicles that clung
to gutters and railings.
My mountains changed;
They're blue and ridged now.
The summers bleed the pavement
like steaming gray socks.
Shade does not offer solace
from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons,
if luck chances by, the humidity lofts
into thick purple clouds
and rain slaps hot pavement.
I can breathe.
The carrot leaves
fell from gold foliage
like drops of sunset.
I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys
gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze,
framed by the window, ineffable
bright-lined spiders in the bathtub.
Is it the hoar-frost winters that bring to mind
poetry? There is no Parnassus in Virginia,
only weed-filled fields and roads
that twine like filaments through mountains.
White-blossom dogwood and poison ivy
have me of two minds; Could I have one
without the other, please?
No, no thank-you. I'll come back
some other time.
FFM 3: The Great ProcessSilence spun out on the grassy hill, and the boy analyzed his grandfather for some sign of a reaction. Cholas granted the boy a bemused half-smile, chewing on the mouthpiece of his pipe.FFM 3: The Great Process5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's horrible, isn't it?" Tian finally blurted. "You're not gonna tell my mom are you?"
Cholas chuckled softly. "Calm down, boy. Calm down. It's only horrible if you act upon it." He glanced down to see if it helped. It didn't. "Look, what you're feeling is perfectly natural for boys your age. Grown men get the same impulses, but we're used to it, we don't let it torture us."
"No, no. Listen for a second, child. It's just a part of nature. Like honey spiders gathering pollen in their great nets, or hawkflies snatching them away to feed their maggots. It's all a part of the great process: life, death, reproduction."
"But my own sister?"
Again, that throaty chuc
VadhaI have seen two blossomings of the Kurinci flower and twenty-four black monsoons since Kalinga Magha first landed on the shore of our island Kingdom. He arrived as the rainy season ended greenery erupting from every hollow, pepper vines snaking up every tree. Cranes and peacocks drank from the bowls of mangrove roots, elephants rolled and snorted in watering holes, and the mists were slinking back to stalk the lush valleys of the Hill Country.Vadha5 years ago in Historical More Like This
The thousands of soldiers Magha brought with him trudged for days through our country's red mud, sinking in potholes and cursing their gods in all the languages of the mainland. Farmers knee-deep in sprouting paddy fields looked up as they passed in a mile-long column, and muttered to each other that war had come again to Lanka. The months of rain had swollen the rivers, and it took Magha longer than he expected to reach Polonnaruwa through the flooded river crossings.
Learning How to FlyLearning How to Fly6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Help me, stop me falling,
I dont want to die.
I want to stop this falling,
Teach me how to fly.
Dance among the shadows,
Tease the pale grey dawn,
Let me stay forever,
Learning how to soar.
Take me away, way up high,
Where flying feels like falling
And to fall, it seems,
SunsetWith your friends you'll see them there everyday,because when the day comes and goes they'll be there,forever at your side.When you look at your friends pushing away the bad,and finding the good,also the joy in having them there with you when you feel alone in a world that is clouded by figures and numbers,but one thing is the right answer,your friends are the element here.Sunset6 years ago in Other More Like This
Can you possibly say that the bond you all share is breaking,fix it and stay in the light and grace of good friends and good times,a lesson for all to know,to remember.
Count on them to have your back when in a tight spot,tell them all that troubles you,and remain happy that they listened to you tell your story,and help you through that long walk down that rough road,and unforgiving path we call life.
I. Jenny DwayneI. Jenny Dwayne7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I. Jenny Dwayne
Her words were tangled in filaments. She cupped her hand in front of her mouth when speaking, cradled the sounds like children, keeping them close in case she had to try to pull them back. Maybe she was ashamed when they were stocky and short, and stumbled, not quite ringing out with confidence. In her apartment, instead of slippers, she strapped on high-heels, dreaming of elegance.
But though she clicked on the pastel floor-tiles, chipping the gray roses in the kitchen, and left finger smears on the metal refrigerator door as she grabbed it for balance, she could not glide. And so the red-strapped heels did not step over the threshold, but came only as far as the hallway mirror, where Jenny would shuffle in a circle, critically squinting at freckles and rounded cheeks.
She was uncertain in other areas of her life. When she drove her car, she pressed the brakes and gas pedal simultaneously, sometimes even realizing it, but never quite being able to change. The flashing