TheEndIsTheBeginningIsTheEndTheEndIsTheBeginningIsTheEnd6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She shouldn't have fallen for it. She should have known. She did know and she still fell for it, for him.
He was a cyborg, a machine, but it didn't matter. She still loved him.
It had been a long fight and he had been there for all of it.
Now it was different. Now he was damaged and malfunctioning. He was forgetting her.
He was dying
He was dying and there was nothing she could do about it.
They had tried to stop SKYNET and had been forced to split up in the base.
When she found him there was almost nothing left.
It had known he couldn't be trusted and targeted him as well as the humans.
She could see the machine that he was.
That didn't change anything. She still loved him.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw him lying on the ground. She dropped her gun, a Heckler & Koch HK416, and slowly walked over to where he was lying.
She knelt down by him and put her arms around his broken body.
He was dying and she didn't want to live without him. They'd been through too much together.
Invisible BlissA morning golden beam kisses the groundInvisible Bliss5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dewdrops shine on blades of grass
Clock strikes seven, breaks the silence
The town awakes
New dawn, new day
Time to get back working
Carrying on sweet memories
Of the weeks gone by
Building new castles in the sky
Carried on by the damp scent of dawn
Fantasies, promises, and hopes
All of them will last as long as twenty-four hours
Before being drowned in dusk
An endless magic circle
New ones coming, old ones going
...And it's so beautiful
An ever renewing little wonderful miracle
So often it happens, and goes unnoticed
And we voyagers in dreamland never wish to wake up
What's going on outside the window
People walking, waking, watching
While the skies keep on smiling
Such a bliss needs no thanksgiving
For true happiness really lies
In the beauty of everyday lives.
LifeThe morn is shining, let the young ones rise,Life5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The moon is gleaming, let the old men die.
Brilliant stars, why did you suppress the wise?
Godly skies, why did you let the saints lie?
The trees are breathing, whispers of the air,
The land is dying, save them sweet angels.
Winter chills, why did you plague us despair?
Summer heat, why did you burn us with hell?
The heart is beating, attract and detract,
The eyes are craving, come and gratify.
Cunning love, why did we all make this pact?
Forlorn hate, why did you fly and defy?
Life itself is complex to understand,
Yet, behind these are secrets of our land.
The Vampire Lovers ReviewThe Vampire Lovers Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
First off, if you've seen the poster then why I hate to tell you this, it's a lie. There is no dungeon, it's not about female vampires killing men and anything else like that. And trust me, it's not hardcore or anything. Second, let's talk about two different companies AIP and Hammer Horror. American International Pictures were basically known for distributing low budget Horror and Science Fiction films and if you happen to be a Godzilla fan, they have done their own English dubs of any of the Showa series films in the 70's. But they also concentrated on the teenager market and they were technically the first company to use focus groups test screenings. So yes, Hollywood has been really taking notes from this particular company from there on in. As for Hammer Film Productions, they're mostly known for their Horror films basically taking over the likes of Dracula, Dr. Frankenstein and The Mummy and surprisingly they never made their own version of The Wolf Man, how about that? Where am
Blades and FlamesThe blade has become my friendBlades and Flames5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing I can truly trust
It does not judge
It does not rust
It doesn't hide what it is or how it fells
Its just a piece of cold hard steel
Man's Gift from God, has become my curse
The burning Flame
The fire's warmth
The fire's rightly given pain
Warming, but also destroying
Used them both
To "try" and cope
But losing hope
My will to fight
Drifts away after every lonely night
My friends have seen the cuts and burns
The metaphorical fire that courses through my veins
All of these things have brought them similar pain
They stood by my side
When i was going to end it
When i was going to die
Come to my eyes, like rushing waters
When my defenses fail, when i start to falter....
PatienceHis heart is tornPatience6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and his soul is tempted
for a way out
They said it to him a million times
'It'll get better.'
and every time he hears those words
it loses a bit more of his trust
Nobody has a satisfying answer
or at least a hint to get him through
but he isn't ready to give up
Sometimes there's still a flickering light
way down there at the end
luckely it doesn't require much
for him to keep his strength
a soft breeze
it's all he needs to hold on
It will get better
all it needs is a little
or more likely; loads of
When He Would FrolicWhen He Would Frolic7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He was dancing. He was gliding around chairs and strangers, around tables and curtains, catered to the reaction of surprise and curiosity; he was laughing, unaware of its maniacal tone or, as before, of its effect. His grin was an open urgency to the spirit and language of his passion, and it bled warmth; and it spoke twirls and dives; and it bellowed curves and maneuvers from arm to arm, locked together; and between them, hands that caressed each finger, tips that sliced at air. He should have been breathless; he should have been tired and spent, but he was dancing, and he was laughing; and he refused to stop. He had circled each table four times, each chair eight times, and between each curtain enough times to recall its lavender embrace with his eyes clutched and his ears alert.
He was dancing until he opened his eyes and found that everyone had left.
DistressI cannot breathe,Distress5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nor can I find
on my own
I'm finding it
hard to say
my final goodbye,
let alone face
within me is dead,
and it is masked
by a river of
April 28th, 2010
The EndI'm so lonely so I begged the walls to talk to meThe End5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but they won't want to talk to someone they can't see
I begged the wind to blow through my soul
and it replied at me and said it cant blow through a chest full of holes
I begged the rain to wash my pain
and it refused to wash to my heart because It's filled with stains
I begged my shadow to fight back
and it refused and said it can't fight with someone can't get himself on the right track
I begged myself to get ready to take its last breathe
but it replied and me and said if it do that I'm not gonna see the angel of death
I begged life and kept on begging and it said
that I should stop wasting time and start my grave digging
the 'rape controversy'the 'rape controversy'6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Had an unfun week many arguments with many people, mainly on the topic of rape on people lying about being raped, using it to punish men which is odd as last time I checked rape was not gender specific, men can be raped too and women can be rapists.
So thought would take some time to discuss the topic here.
Now firstly I know I am biased, I hate the idea of anyone lying about having being raped for several reasons, the major one being that it makes people question the truth of the stories of those of us who HAVE been raped. I don't think that people who spread these ideas of people lying about it realise how much it hurts to have people call you a liar. When you are raped all control is lost, your perception of the world is shattered, it's no longer a kind, nice, safe place, suddenly it becomes a unknown, scary place full of danger and dangerous people. You blame yourself, and you're convinced that others will blame you too, that they will judge you, pick the event ap
LaughsI will laugh at the people who won't listen my storyLaughs5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While in few years they will fight to share my glory
I will laugh at the people who can't survive when they step on my mines
I will laugh at the people who will lost their lives among my page lines
I will laugh at the people who accused me of being mentally ill
Who thinks that I have no life and I seek no thrill?
But they don't know that I'm the saint who shoots to kill
I will laugh at the people who won't play according my game basis
I will not going to stop hunting them even if they kept on changing faces
I will laugh at the people who try to heal these wounds because they won't recover
Because the day has come and now it's my turn to make them suffer
My mental illnessMy mental illness5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hi, my name is Fiona.
I'm in the first grade.
I went to the docter today.
He and mommy were talking.
He said I have Adhd.
I don't know what that is but it sound cool
Mommy was upset.
She said I don't want her to take 'meds'
I wonder what meds are?
Hello, it's Fiona again.
It's the middle of second grade.
I have been doing bad in my class.
My mommy decided to give me 'meds'
They are like the stuff daddy has.
It's called 'Aderal'.
It sounds funny.
I wonder what it does?
I'm in thrid grade now.
I am getting much better grades
Though now my ribs show.
It's cool that I can count them now.
I weigh 40 pounds.
I'm also the shortest in the class.
Mom says I'm 'anorexic'.
But there is something confusing me.
Why do I like death now?
Now I am in forth grade.
I weigh 50 pounds.
I'm 4 foot 3.
My little brother is heavier and bigger than me.
I can't sleep well.
I got ten hours of sleep last night.
But now it feels like none.
My doctor says I have 'insomnia'.
My meds make it worse.
Why me? Why me?
To Hug A Burning FlameLove, the word used to describe you,To Hug A Burning Flame5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Confused, the insight of what we went through,
I can't remember the first time you entered my sight,
Or the reason why a hug from you can cause fright,
The removal of clothes, a matter of time,
My perception of crime, a complex rhyme,
Love, a term used since the start,
Confused, why we hug will tare us apart,
I can't remember being naked and feeling shame,
Or the reason why I hug the burning flame,
The removal of innocence, love or lust,
My perception of crime, covered in dust,
Love, you show with words spoken,
Confused, that only occurs when my bedroom door is open,
I can't remember when you first closed the door,
Only that my birthday cake had swaying candles, a total of four,
The removal of my mother, regret or appreciate?
As there was more time for love, for hate,
Love, the word used to describe you,
Confused, the police state; rape I went through.
equinox.her name was october, butequinox.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born in november
and painted sweet like summer.
she said someday she would become a masochistic poet or maybe an offstage actress, because she wasn't good for much else.
she said someday she would stop dreaming of breaking her promises to the dead, because if they gave up on her, she'd have nothing left.
she said someday she'd wake up to a nightmare instead of falling asleep to one; she figured maybe that would be easier, because you can't scream and cry with your eyes open wide.
(honey, they'll think you're crazy.)
she said someday she would figure out if she was a libra or a scorpio or a goddamn sagittarius; it didn't really matter, but she just wanted to know the stars as well as they knew her.
she said someday she would become Satan's asylum, and demons would dwell in the deepest crevices
A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010"a poem unwritten" -alternate versionA Poem Unwritten -Revised 20105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
at lunch that day
he cowered mechanically
as sneers and jeers rained
when he raised his head
to find a friend
he found no such thing
when he raised his hand
to share his pain
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
that night in bed
he fell asleep
The Way I AmThe Way I Am6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not good-looking,
And nor am I strong.
Falling and Failing.
I always do wrong.
I am not popular,
Not a big shot.
I don't have a car.
I am just a small dot.
I don't have friends.
They think I'm odd.
I don't follow trends.
But, I'm no dud.
I have nothing.
To show my value.
I don't have anything,
Only my virtue.
You love me.
The way I am.
I can be myself.
I don't have to change.
Some people see,
not the inside.
Only on the outside.
You're not like them.
You followed your heart.
You believed in me.
That's why I thank you.
With all of my heart.
That's why I love you,
the way you are.
Drowning, PeacefullyHelp me, I am drowningDrowning, Peacefully5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In this wayward maelstrom of feelings
More than known dimensions, no ceilings
Full of broken memories past zooming
Changing and melting colors every second
Silhouettes of people I am dearly loving
Images of my short life pushing and shoving
Distances far too incredible to reckon
Pain is flooding my exhausted weak lungs
Concurrently my mind gets blown and lone
Suddenly appears the calm eye of cyclone
Confused I experience the gift of tongues
All the chaos lapsed into a perfect silence
'This I your end, I don't want to pretend
But it is peace into which you will blend'
Finally I drowned without any violence
Sleepless NightsMy bloodshot eyes are stained with black, circled by dark rings of sleepless nights and smudged ink. I have a permanent headache, my mind singing bloody hymns with battered rhythm and broken voice; my failing vision clouded by smoke and cracked glass.Sleepless Nights5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Words leak out of my skull, seeping like black tar; they burn my skin like the sting of elusive flames. I have broken promises tattooed on my chest.
And this is how it feels to have your imagination chained to your heart.
I lower my ink-stained hand to ravaged paper, and words trickle out of my veins.
The man looks up through shadow-filled lashes. His desperation drifts like smoke through the air with the heavy sound of his quiet voice:
What must I do to be happy?
I drink poison; ink washes over my tongue with the bittersweet taste of inspiration. These words are my prison: whispers of loss drift across my heart.
But this is the life I created; I write down my dreams and they become n
MelancholiaI wish forMelancholia5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a day that I
was not pained
by your memory,
a day when I
did not feel
was upon me.
I search for
yet it seems
a feeble attempt
at erasing that
which will never
vanish from the
depths of my mind.
and I can
You deny my
hand and I have
found a way to
reach my end
June 21st, 2010
How to kill a writerInk on a blank sheet, suck dry a bodyHow to kill a writer6 years ago in Other More Like This
through the pen sitting between a finger
and an open vein, he won't last longer
than the emptiness written about she.
Words to enlighten the path leading your
spark to the edge of the world, it's futile
when you're already falling, it's obscure.
we're losing him.
Paper to walk on like a white tile
ready to be broken by many she.
It's too late.
Used to live but forgot when he
It's too late,
Stop The HateI thought you were understanding.Stop The Hate5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were accepting.
I thought you were okay with it.
I thought you were let me be myself.
"You look like a lesbian on the prowl", is what you said.
Why are you limiting me?
Why are you suppressing me?
Why are you suffocating me?
I should be able to be comfortable in my own shoes.
I should be able to express myself.
I should be able to feel like myself.
I don't want to hide behind a veil of lies.
I don't want to pretend I'm interested in something I'm not.
I don't want to suppress something of myself.
I don't want to fake it anymore.
I just want to be myself.
Let me express myself.
Let me be me.