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
an architectural tragedyan architectural tragedy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sad like an orphan, I am sad
like expired milk.
the greatest of distances, dotted lines
of latitude, the lengths Ive promised
Id go, cannot always
somewhere in between the waiting,
spanning time like noise in the branches,
the thickets dead stare, I sink down and into
a reality of curdled disease.
Ive shared space and air and sighs
with those too close for comfort; a
warm chair, dry-heave tag-teams
racing for the sink, an erect palm
waving a pride that should be mine.
Ive had all the time in the world
to waste on mistakes. with make-shift
memories, Ive built my own bridges
from bed to bed to bed, rising above
my sour shadow, their
telltale invitations to gape
I am empty like the sky, I am sad
like sutured skin.
Ive tried to build a bridge of love
alone, but its overgrown
and not strong enough to close
this widening hole.
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.Sunset7 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.
What Makes This Haiku Great What Makes This Haiku GreatWhat Makes This Haiku Great7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
a frog floating
in the drugstore jar -
summer rain on grey pavements
OneironWhile night trots at the rims of the world steadilyOneiron6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her horse, frosty-maned, shaking it's gracious neck
splinters of rime leaping, adorning the dark pool
spilling it's inky waters over the entire world's surface
with shards of cold-white light, shining so fierce it hurts
I make my way trough the Gate of polished Horn, either
the Gate of Ivory jewel as our liege the Hermes dictates
yet none will be greater than our Lord Hypnos,
who generously bestows all creatures who wish it,
without distinctions, with the rich gift of Sleep
healer, forgetfulness, remembrance, amuse
with master Morpheus travelling ever in my path
I enter the eager awaiting keyholes, and sit
at men's bed-ends, whispering that what they need most
though they may heed it not, and curse, or weep
nightmares flapping their shadow-wings darkly regal
along with them, walk long lost or longed for lovers
who will visit in the sleep-realms, heart's emptiness
with crave will be fulfilled in unforgettabl
Where the Desert SleepsI knew the milesWhere the Desert Sleeps8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before the markers, I found the west
by walking with the sun. I said,
there are lizards in my blood,
there is sandstone in my teeth.
I said, I am the light's daughter,
I am a cactus wren.
This is my home among the thorns.
I said to trees, to starlight,
I said to graves and streets and men,
and you said,
Girlchild, I live too far out in the desert.
I whispered into corners, I wove into
papyrus: I am the light's daughter,
I am a cactus wren,
I raised my hand from lifetimes of loving,
died and dried to crispy bones
so you would find me
still with your name between my teeth, and you said,
The desert has me. It writes my name
But I said,
I know where the desert sleeps.
Recipe for Bad PoetryHow to Write Bad Poetry:Recipe for Bad Poetry8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Start with: SCISSORS
Scissors are very good cutting your prose
into pieces (as well as fending off mobs of real poets).
It works better if you start with
some imagery, such as simile
Le Nuove Avventure di HolfastLe Nuove Avventure di Holfast5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Le nuove avventure di Holfast Giardiniere
Il seguito del Libro Rosso che nessun Hobbit avrebbe mai voluto leggere, e che infatti
Holfast Giardiniere, più tardi noto col nome di Holfast Belpiccolo delle Torri, figlio di Frodo Giardiniere (secondogenito di Samvise Giardiniere e Rosa Cotton), che diede alla luce Harding del Colle, il quale divenne il primo Guardiano dei Confini Occidentali, non ce ne frega un cazzo.
Si narrerà invece del più modesto e poco noto Tolman Giardiniere, ultimogenito (ma si dice?) di Samvise, nonché ultimogemito per lo stesso motivo. Tolman era un grandissimo coglione e rompiballe di prima categoria, ciononostante fu in grado, col suo nascosto coraggio, la sua forza interiore e i suoi piedi pelosi, a fare della Terra di Mezzo un luogo più sicuro e più migliore (???).
Ma cominceremo col fare alcune premesse di fondamentale importanza: la Contea così come è stata desc
CannibaleCannibale di sogniCannibale5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sorrido della morte
che scende tutti i giorni
bussando sulle porte.
Cannibale di noia
da far paura a un gatto,
nelle tristi memorie,
mi aggiro di soppiatto.
mi muovo nelle vite
cogliendo le sventure
di genti sconosciute.
Cannibale di sogni
sorrido della sorte
con il passar dei giorni
le idee si son distorte.
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
Once I had..Once upon a time..Once I had..7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once I had a little dream,
and in it
I had you,
but as dreams do,
it fell apart,
and left me feeling
Once I had a world of hope,
and in it
we could be,
forever in love and
Now I have no hope at all,
to keep me warm.
I sit alone,
holding a heart that's
Too many shoesShoesToo many shoes10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have too many shoes,
or at least I think I do
Honey, do you think so too?
I know now that you love me
I can resist their lure
your love at last
has made me pure
But honey, what about
that last pair of heels so high
that way it is so much
easier kissing you...
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