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How Giraffes got Spots Many moons ago giraffes were plain and monochromatic. They roamed their prairies happily munching on leaves made reachable by their extensive necks. The golden African sun often beat harshly on their pale short fun, but, as sweet tempered as they were, they seldom complained. They simply found shady areas to lounge and keep cool. However, one summer it became smotheringly hot, it was also a summer that lions were quite populous. Lions disliked the heat as heartily as giraffes and they soon staked their claim on all the shaded oasises. Left unprotected, the giraffes were miserable, but still did not complain.How Giraffes got Spots1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then one morning, a mischievous
ThisThis,This11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
painful as hell.
A kind of pain,
I can't seem to quell.
This,
A motionless dance.
Never ending tune,
Stuck in a trance.
This,
Like a dull blade.
Grey sky,
Bleeds in one colored shade.
This,
A soft smile.
A gift,
That makes it worthwhile.
Our Lady of Snows10 months ago in Historical
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Why Spaceflight?Why Spaceflight?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I've heard a number of people mention that they think the space program is over-budget, more or less worthless, and a big waste of tax dollars. I can sort of understand that, but this is why that's wrong:
First: NASA's budget. The Entire National Aeronautics and Space Administration received only 0.44% of Congressional spending in 2010. To put this in perspective;
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EndLost in the night,End7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With no way out.
There's only fright,
I just want to shout.
Blood slowly drips,
From wounds within.
Darkness slips,
Deep into the skin.
There's no such thing as tomorrow,
As I lie dying.
All I've got is time I borrow,
As I lie crying.
City RainThe clean smell of rain and purgationCity Rain7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smell of southern Spain when clear sprinkles wash exhaust away
And mix with the breath of the blue, blue sea
At night it comes from darkness
From emptiness above
Form from emptiness
Not teardrops from the stars
What stars?
Here cars and buses run cleanly
And our glow off concrete dances through the veiled night
Reminds us here is nature mixing with synthetic worlds
Unwilling to go out and face the purge
And wash away your makeup shell and relegate your ironed clothes to rumpled ruin
Avoiding chills that animate the dull and clean the lens refracting consciousness
Some dance inside the cl
FlatlineShe is constantly flat-lining.Flatline7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her interest made in sprits like heartbeats
Random.
It was said that
She doesn't see
The forest for the trees,
But instead she sees
The bigger picture;
The universe for the planets
And in such scale
We are not even a speck.
So everything in here and now
Flat-lines.
And to make her smile
Her heart to beat
For even a moment
Is a treasure.
To have her laugh
A point to me.
I MurderI murder with merrinessI Murder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I emancipate with elation
I stab with a smile
And crush with care
I hurt with happiness
I curse you with cheer
I entrap with excitement
And you lament with each laugh
I butcher with banter
I maim with melody
I kill with kindness
As it dies in my hands
Don't you ever wish
you were as happy as this man?
To Dismantle TruthSo you lay your words downTo Dismantle Truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Let's do it."
It's time again, we won't live through this.
The pen is mightier than the sword,
And we're fighting the war of pawns.
We lead them through the streets
Their cries mean nothing.
They've played along for so long
To be forced upon their knees
And from the condemned blood we write the truth.
What's to fear?
A thousand foundation of dead
Represent what was left to lose.
Sound our sirens, they're off tonight
A sea of midnights ink will show who's been telling forsaken lies.
Pray these words are set in stone,
For who's left to question what's known?
Unfold the black tale from its crease,
Re
The TruthThe truth stings-- but it clings.The Truth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First mission chapter 4Chapter 4:First mission chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trail of Ice
Zon was the first to go home, and the other four went a few minutes later. But it wasn't until the day after, that things got strange.
I decided to meet up with Zon at his camp, about halfway between Tokyo and Tiny. About a quarter way to his camp, I felt a chill. Not even a chill, it felt more like the air was about ready to turn strait into solid ice, with me in it.
I continued anyways. The weathermen this morning said it was going to be hotter than ever. I guess this just proves how wrong weathermen are. I chuckle to myself. It felt like it was getting colder as the sun grew higher.
I was thinking I should go t
First mission chapter 3Chapter 3: six players, one teamFirst mission chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The way back through Tokyo was dull, even though it's the most populated city in the world. Possibly the most exciting part was the ride on the subway.
Life in my little village is dull, even though we're on a peninsula that only way on land is through Tokyo. Yeah, not much. It even has a lame name. Tiny town. It was named after an ancestor of mine who was a great general nick-named Tiny, but he was nickname after an evil warlord named Armordanis. My ancestor's name was known as Armordanis 'tiny' Xiong.
But this day was different, I grabbed my dice and cup, to play a game known as Cho-han, or 'Even-odd'. I
Poetry...A Must Have.Poetry...A Must Have.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I will stop everything to just to be with him. Every motion, every breath, every step, everything just to see him for a few more minutes before he leaves. Never to be seen by anyone, anywhere again. My worst nightmare has become my life. My everything was snatched out of my hands, like someone taking candy from a child.
You could have stopped it but you didn't; you sat there and watched. Watched me suffer and slowly begin to disintegrate. Now instead of standing tall, I melt into the crowd. Blending into those I walk past or brush against. Each time I tell my story I lose a small piece of myself. Growing weaker and weaker, no l
Am I better yet?When you're no longer wholeAm I better yet?3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And they've torn up your soul
When you didn't think they'd be this cruel
When they've broken your heart
And you're falling apart
That's when I'll be there for you
So take another pill
Make that cut for the thrill
Little girl, no longer despair
Take one more drink
Wash your blood down the sink
No, life won't ever be fair
Connor: the Angry Chef“Stephane, what is wrong? Where is Sam Adams?”Connor: the Angry Chef5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Frenchman turned around angrily. He had been going through his boxes, overturning some and upending others as if looking for something. His gestures had gotten more and more jerky, his muttering more furious.
“Who cares?” he snarled, throwing his arms in the air. “I’ve been robbed!”
Without any more ado, Stephane snatched his meat cleaver from the wooden block by the fire place and charged past Connor, swearing sulfurously in French under his breath as he pushed past. The young Assassin sighed tiredly. In the short time he’d known the man he
I am the one who...Heard of a guy.I am the one who...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the one who became interested in his culture.
I am the one who wanted to be friends.
I am the one who went to the library to meet him.
I am the one who was rendered unable to speak.
I am the one who the librarian helped introduce.
I am the one who wanted to cry.
I am the one who became unable to breathe.
I am the one who is way too shy to talk.
I am the one who has unrequited love for him.
.:How Many?:..:How Many?:.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
.:How Many?:.
How many more days will I waste,
Until you come for me?
How many more days will I waste,
Waiting for you to save me?
I'm not gonna wait,
For my fairy tale ending.
I'm not gonna wait any longer,
So tell me, how many?
You always say, "Soon."
But never how soon.
You always say, "Wait."
But never how long
I'm not gonna wait,
For my fairy tale ending.
I'm not gonna wait any longer,
So tell me how many?
HowIn a moment we were too closeHow6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She held on but then she broke
This whole time you've been the fake
There's nothing left for you to take
You're pointing fingers here and there
Please stop with this damn affair
And now your words have cut too deep
Lingering as I cry to sleep
I bet you don't know what you did
Well, my dear, you crushed this kid
You've turned in to quite the ass
Where went the "you" from the past?
I want nothing to do with you now
I want my best friend back... But how?
Am I A Poet Yet?My hair stains the sheets in a tangle.Am I A Poet Yet?7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My body lies quiet, an afterthought,
Under stanzas of love marks and sweat;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
My fingers search through your hair,
Trace up the curve of an ear,
Caress a full, swollen petal of a lip,
Trying to find you under the beauty, the covers;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
Soon I'll stare out at the sky and the sea,
And it will only be me, the gulls, and what used to be.
You'll meet different eyes, with a lovelier slant,
Our passion will be a stranger from a foreign land.
You say you'll be back,
Connor: The Stuff of Life3He lay staring up at the wooden cross beams on the ceiling for a long time before he realized that he was not dead. That in fact he was awake. Not quite pain free, though that was a definite improvement. At least his skull was not pounding with strange dreams and delirious thoughts. Indeed, he was clearheaded. Weak but his own man again. He sighed. His chest twinged, the bandages tightening across it. A reminder that his optimism had to be tempered.Connor: The Stuff of Life38 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
With great care, he turned his head, studying his surroundings. A simple wooden cabin, made of thick logs. A sturdy wooden table with four chairs around it, bare of any dishes at the moment. Shel
Connor: The Stuff of Life2"You know," a voice drawled behind him. "I really hate it when someone kicks a man down."Connor: The Stuff of Life28 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of a cocking pistol startled him. He jumped with an angry yelp. Turning around he glared at the intruder. A woman with a rather cold smile on her face. The barrel of her pistol was levelled at his forehead. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his fired brain he acknowledged that she must be a very good shot.
"Why don't you take your sorry rear end out of here while I am still in a generous mood?" she suggested sweetly, raising another pistol to point at his chest. She raised her eyebrows. "Well? What do you think?"
He opened his mouth to answe
ConstellationsConstellations wrung ofConstellations8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their bright
World.
Celestial grace blazing
On pavement
Stars
The Milky Way
Sings in
Falsetto.
Winged guardians sail
In seventh
Heaven.
Death of a FriendThe death of a friend,Death of a Friend9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a sad one indeed,
Especially if they're only fifteen.
They had so much to live for,
I think that's true.
The death of this friend tore my heart in two.
I knew this friend,
Since I was like six.
We played together,
And we lined up sharp sticks.
When he got his camera,
We took millions of pics.
But just this morning,
(I hate to say it)
He killed himself.
I think he was an idiot.
He stabbed and electrocuted himself
(They found the knife up on the shelf).
He is gone now,
And he will be missed.
He is gone now,
And he will be missed.
The death of a friend,
Is a sad one, indeed.
Deep Blue PeaceSleep my childDeep Blue Peace9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You are safe and sound
I'll rest my head,
Cherish life, profound
Breath of life through all the land
Bubbles rising from the deep blue sea.
Summer's here, early again
Over the roofs of my hometown
The flowers of cattleya blooming
A hundred crazy bees thirsty of life
And the old cathedral, with the colors of time
Toils the bell so long uheard
Because there's peace throughout my land
And my great, kind, deep blue sea.
Yesterday, war clouds hung so low
Yesterday, voices were turned down
Yesterday, there was fear and death
Yesterday, no child would sleep in peace
Today the cannons sleep under the flowers
Today t
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