SaviourA little old man,Saviour12 years ago in Other More Like This
Wearing a tatty mauve hat
Huddles under the bench
Where the nation once sat.
Closely around himself
A tabloid is pulled
It's of no use, but warmth
A dyslexic with poor health.
Kindly eyes look upon him
Down from above
His guardian angel
Oozes nothing but love.
The little old man,
An essence is born
His angel seeks God,
A loyal man
Lay in the dirt
Frozen to ice.
Would thou not give,
Thee a purpose to live?"
The little old man
Yet not from the cold.
God turns with a smile,
"No, thou would not,
This man has followed,
Yet no step has he taken
To be worthwhile".
The little old man
A lone tear
Escapes the Angel's eye
He enters the little old man
And, as if in pain
The angel's heart beats
As the little old man's,
His mind suffers the pain
Of the little old man's,
Yet the feeling of being devoted,
And faithful to his
__DEEP_INSIDE_OF_ME____DEEP_INSIDE_OF_ME__11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and in your sleep
you take away my dreams
are swarms which rain
as tears from my sky
i walk through statues of falling angels
your life is my death
sighs of wind
take away my breath
and i bleed all the moments
that will never turn back
I fall into the emptiness of a dull dream
i wake up in the light
seeking the shadows
that will shelter me from the silence
i cry the memories
written on a book
that never had pages
and my pen doesn't have ink
Tu stai dormendo
e nel tuo sonno
ti porti via i miei sogni
i tuoi sorrisi
sono nubi che fanno piovere
lacrime nel mio cielo
cammino tra statue di angeli caduti
la tua vita è la mia morte
sospiri di vento
che mi tolgono il respiro
e sanguino tutti i momenti
che non torneranno
cado nel vuoto di un sogno spento
mi sveglio nella luce
che mi protegga da questo silenzio
piango i ricordi
scritti su un libro
che non ha mai avuto pagine
e non ha
_WITHOUT TITLE____WITHOUT TITLE___11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
senti il loro respiro
gocciolano lentamente sulla pelle
cadono in un buio più cupo della notte
non c'è luce che le colga
non c'è mano che le afferri
scivolano da ogni superficie
come granelli di sabbia si disperdono
come fiocchi di neve si sciolgono
un abbraccio mi conforta mentre le guardo
una mano mi stringe il cuore mentre soffoco
questa luce è fredda
questa notte non è più solo buia
come foglie che cadono da un ramo
come piume perse durante il volo
ali che non sbattono
ali che cadono e si spezzano
sento il respiro gelido del loro silenzio
vedo che passano attraverso strati e strati di carne
lacerando il sangue
destate dalla tomba dove sono morte
ponendo a dormire finalmente ogni sogno
ogni speranza muore
ogni sogno è senza vita
come dolore dipinto sul corpo
non si possono afferrare
you hear their breath
they drip slowly on the skin
they fall into a dark darker than the night
there is not light that it gathers them
Sever Complex - Chapter 01Sever Complex - Chapter 0110 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
David looked down from his computer screen, its irradiated glow dancing about the contours of his young but tired face, and bit his thumbnail as he slowly perused his notes. The writing was almost illegible, and at times, even he had little idea what he had written the day before.
He took off his glasses, closed his eyes, and rubbed from the bridge of his nose, almost ready to give up. It had been almost 5 hours, and he had little more than a line written down on the computer. The notes he had written in the middle of the night were now not only illegible, but totally incomprehensible. He put his glasses back on, pushed them to the top of his nose with his middle finger, and looked back up to the computer screen.
The holographic screen slowly shimmered, showing the one line he had been able to discern from the notes:
"I start out in a square room, lined with marble pillars, and a wooden table in its cent
SolitudeSolitude12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drink The Tears From My Eyes..
Taste The Blood From My Pains..
Only Than You Might Know..
What Runs Deep Through My veins..
Feel The Depts Of My Soul..
Smell The Scent Of My Fears..
For To Know Me By Heart..
Will Take More Than Just years
Bevi le lacrime dai miei occhi..
assapora il sangue dal mio dolore..
solo quello che tu puoi conoscere..
Che corre in profondità attraverso le mie vene..
Senti le profondità della mia anima..
Annusa l'odore delle mie paure..
Per conoscermi con il cuore.
Prenderà maggiormente...che solo anni
per la traduzione in italiano non sono sicuro...
...l'ultima frase la potrei tradurre con un "Durerà di più che solo anni"...
i wrote you down,I wrote you down,i wrote you down,10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I could not bear to
keep you in my head any longer.
You were a lot of attempted
beginnings and unfinished
endings. Every word I wrote
confined and limited you. There was
just something beautifully intangible
about leaving you unwritten.
I could never grasp you, I never
wanted to. You were always
just out of my reach. And I
And I began to lose you, in
some beautifully heartbreaking
manner. I said it was healthy. I
said you were a dream. That your
ghost was just residue from some faint
memory of your face.
I had to say goodbye.
So I wrote you down as
best as I could.
I wrote down absolutely nothing.
And I threw you in the fire, as
if it were your final bow. To watch you
And you did. Every word you
never spoke, every feeling
you never shared, flickered
and danced on the ends
of the flames.
And then you were gone.
And I was free.
I was here and you were
so far away.
I loved you. And I know that now.
And somedays, I think
reflection...I feel alone and lostreflection...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my companions have gone.
In their words, I placed trust
thrown away bitterly
and none knows nor cares...
I'm walking quietly,
my footsteps are muffled
in the dirt and dust.
The only other sound
is a faint ticking,
echoing down the tunnel
curiously I follow...
Only one, whom I can't see,
is holding a torch,
the beam shedding a path
Of comfort, the light
brings new hope,
A reason to go on
But suspicions lurk...
Shadows flit up ahead
dancing slowly, taunting me
in the light of the one,
My pace quickens
I try to catch up,
the once faint ticking
Now a steady rhythm...
My limbs grow tired,
My mind is exhausted,
forcing each to move on.
I falter as my hope dies
when the light starts to flicker,
anger sweeps through me
They're always beyond my reach...
I fall down on my knees
crawling pathetically in,
the dust and dirt,
A cloud of both
blind me, my eyes close
As my muscles relax,
My mind races on...
I've made so many mistakes,
Repetition, some l
I Thought...I thought I was the only one,I Thought...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who had problems that where Mountain High
or small amount of friends
I thought I was all alone
that no one understood me
and that no one cared
But then I realized
that I thought wrong
There are some people
and know what I go through
They picked me up
when I was down
Made me happy
When I frowned.
I started to think
We should stick together
and we should try
and make things better
And that's when I thought
there are some people
Just like me
And I'll be there for them
Just like they where for me.
Nothing v1.5NothingNothing v1.59 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A short play by David Couture
A bare stage. GUY 1 is standing CENTRE stage.
GUY 2 [entering]. Hey.
GUY 1. Hello.
GUY 2. What are you doing?
GUY 1. I'm watching the burning house.
GUY 2. What burning house?
GUY 1. The one that's offstage.
GUY 2. It's offstage?
GUY 1. What do you see onstage?
GUY 2. Nothing.
GUY 1. That's because it's offstage.
GUY 2. Then what's the point?
GUY 1. It's a plot device.
GUY 2. A what?
GUY 1. A plot device. Something introduced to the narrative in order to advance it. In this case, a burning house.
GUY 2. Is it working?
GUY 1. You're here now.
GUY 2. Is it a symbol?
GUY 1. Everything is a symbol.
GUY 2. I don't get it.
I don't think I like this plot device.
GUY 1. Give it time. Have
MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.
And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.
Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.
You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.
[He told me you do not know how to swim.]
"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his hands off other girls and then some.
The boy took away the air you couldn't afford to lose.
He stomped on your lungs when you overheard him-
"She is the balloons that touch the ceiling at a birthday party.
After a few days you will want to throw her away."
Your smile crashed in the same way that the waves do.
You pulled yourself back and felt your
what it is to tame a lionwhat it is to tame a lion12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
12am rapid eye movement
cars speed down an instinct interstate
a little slower than they once did;
in the distance, city glow.
here only bad talk radio bathes
coffee stained seats
decorated with cigarette burn mosaics.
9am zombie walk
cattle chatter clatters to the floor,
where yellow light burns tired eyes.
chipper idiots dance to the sound
of a corporate drummer
in eternal accelerando.
6pm microwave dinner dementia
in an aquarium
where vibrant colors did abound,
green algae lurks.
a dull fish paddles belly up.
10pm metropolitan lullaby
staring at the cracked ceilings
of train noise tuesdays,
the city stench fades.
That Night, You DancedThat Night, You Danced11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How cliché you were
To tilt your head back willingly
And let the silver shards caress your neck
To bathe under the dryness of his breath
And taste the salty residue of his ache
Unable to cry after the fading daylight died…
Different colors made of tears
Now illuminate our candle-lighten lane
Where our footsteps burned our tracks into the ground
We left inside the cavern of his heart
A willow never weeped so sweetly…
I watched it all,
Your backyard transform into graveyard
While you sang in the wind from a willow tree
To tombs sealed with your crimson-colored kiss
A hint of sugar had adorned your lips
Telling of your morning tea
And the baby's breath did brown with no remorse…
Talons bruise the feeble fruits of youth
Desert sands too beautiful for life
We'll dance under the eagles overhead
We'll have one final drink with death.
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary12 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what
wiring instructionswiring instructions10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have enough
when cameras remind you of ice-cream tubs and long walks
that lead you past council estates, two drunken men
throw themselves at you like empty coffee jars
that make sounds like the nights you stay up
thinking, instead of dreaming,
but you're okay with that
because you have somewhere to walk to
and from, everyday.
You do enough
when you can stab pillowcases instead of smiles
and chew on your best friends brain like digestive biscuits
then pick up the crumbs. When you can slot your own heart
back in place and hear it click like light switches
or maybe on
because this could be something
like a new flight of stairs, or a hospital lift
that tells you exactly where you are before you get out.
You are enough
when University is a girl who wakes you up
poking your ribcage saying 'wakey wakey,
time to move along now'
and you can feel the loss of a man
that was just press studded into you,
he left too many air holes in your achy body
like one hundred and fourteen 'I'm
NakedPureNaked11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just me and my skin
no clothes to be judged on
no labels to be trapped in.
no makeup on my face
nothing to enhance my appearance
The way I was born.
The way God made me.
The way I truly am.
not to impress others,
Have you ever?Do you ever feel a clouDHave you ever?8 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Or fog wrap itself arounD
Your mind. Infuse every crease
AnD folD with blinDing grayness,
Your thoughts slow and slip
Into each other. Things aren't
Clear anymore. All you want to Do
Is close your eyes and faDe away
With the silent pain. But you
Can't because the Demands of life
Force you to a half-beleagureD
Wakeful state suffering for that
Mythical rainbow. AnD you shoulDer
OnwarDs even as your eyelids
Drag you into the forgotten night.
Have you ever felt that way?
Because toDay, since the moment
I rose out of beD, I have felt
Your PoemOn the twentieth day of July 69,Your Poem11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For the first time in history,
The moon landed on a man.
The first time such move had been attempted by a celestial body,
A great feat of precision,
Didn't crush the man at all.
You see, we see things from our eyes,
And everyone knows our eyes see upside down.
Or is that the right way up?
I could tell you about walking through deserts,
The beauty of running water, of rain,
You'd be thinking of TV shows.
When was the last time you were challenged,
Walked away from a conversation stunned.
Who are you listening to, me or yourself?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is meaning in the eye of the reader?
More importantly, are you reading this upside down?
Every word you read is yours,
Make your own sentences,
Take your own morals.
And even though I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do,
Look within other people,
You'll see yourself.
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
Destination BeautifulIm a long way from anything amazing.Destination Beautiful10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
21 miles to be exact.
No time for calculations,
Im in a hurry.
So how about we pack up our
Necessities and you
Away with me.
Doesnt matter where we go as long
We can take our worries and insecurities and
out the window.
Watch them trail and fade behind us
On that one way road to
Destination beautiful right here in the front seat
Sunkissed shoulders and
A Perfect MatchA Perfect Match12 years ago in Horror More Like This
"But my mommy says that I shouldn't play with you," the boy said.
"It's okay," it said. "She would not have left you with me, if she had."
"I don't know," said the boy again. "It kinda scares me."
"Don't be afraid," it said. "I won't hurt you."
The boy reached out to touch it, and brought his hand back just before contact.
"What's wrong?" it asked.
The boy frowned. "You promise it will be okay?"
A deep sigh issued from it. "Yes, it will be just fine."
The boy reached out again, and touched it lightly, before finally grasping it firmly and stroking it hard.
Frightened again, the boy dropped it.
It fell to the floor with a laugh, and said,
The Loneliness of The HopeThe Loneliness of The Hope12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stains of dense night
which is expanded as branches
it shades the sky
colours which grow dark
shading the sight in the tears
in the branches of the pain
covering the stars
covering the moon
darkening every light
darkening every smile
tears as leaves
they come off the branches
they fall in the night
they mark the shade as falling stars
and they dance as feathers
in a winter of pain
where the moon cries the own sun
where the tears are blood
and where the river begins
pain drops transported by the current
the time dies
been drowned in the despair
fingers drenched with blood
which for the answers still look
they follow the river
to understand that the end is only the beginning
to understand that every tear
will cut for always the soul
wounds on a bark
interrupted the rings of the life
bleeding the despair
shouting again the snow
winter which dances in the darkness
clouds of shade which melt themselves in the air
shivers of intense cold
dress made of stone
I fall in the river