Part I - PrologueINTRODUCTIONPart I - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Long, long ago... in the days before enlightenment...
Before science and industry and the subsequent suspension of superstition and belief in the preternatural... the world was quite a different place.
In those fargone days the mountains were higher, the forests were thicker, the seas were both deeper and wider, and even though the stars shone brighter, the lights made by man were very dim, and so the nights were darker.
Every castle had a wizard, every village had its women who gathered for the practicing of witchcraft; and brave knights and selfless saints filled the hearts and minds of the people with tales of heroism and sacrifice; and gnarled hermit trolls lived under bridges, and brown reptilian kobolds lived in caves serving their dragon lords, and fairy folk lived in subterranean passages whose entrances were hidden under mushrooms. Wandering alone in the countryside, fleeting glimpses could be had, of unicorns; of satyrs, of nymphs and centaurs.
Interview with Insanity(?)Once upon No, restart:Interview with Insanity(?)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know of someone
I know not which one.
It goes by many names;
Demon, Freak, Demented, Trickster,
Devil, Inhuman, Deranged,
A twisted one, it seems,
But I'll call it Presence:
A figure of greys
And dark, eyeless sockets.
What falls and cracks
But always smiles
When you smile?"
I'm always puzzled
By what Presence asks.
I never know
And in its cleverness, Presence basks
Before starting its rants,
Which drives me to confusion,
As Presence tells its tales
-In particular, about Deception and Illusion.
Watching this Child, lost.
There was this Other person
Who wanted to help them.
But someone else, calling themselves a Hero,
With their face all made-up,
Approached Child first
Saying only they can 'see' what's 'right'.
They talked with two tongues.
Other wished to say 'Don't follow!'
But they couldn't; for one can't talk
If they have no tongue."
What does that mean!?
No voice or
Nerd version of vanilla twilightNerd version of vanilla twilight3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Tardis comes down to get you
While Voldemort lies in wait to kill you
Pour me a brimming flask of dwarven ale
Cause I port out safe and soundly
but I'll miss your tail around me
I'd send an owl to ya dear
Cause we wish you were here!
We'd argue why smurfs are light blue
and if we'd live on xandu
Until the whole class just stopped and stared
We'd sit there laughing the rest of our days
Or until they get the mayonnaise
and we have ourselves a hobbit meal
But drenched in the nerdy highlights
We'll stay up here all night
Or else Stewie'll kill us in our sleep
As many times as Wolvie drinks I'll think of you tonight!
When Charles' skills get brighter
and Nightie's wings get lighter
he'll touch the sky and be alive again
We'll all forget the worlds that we knew
But Gallifrey won't forget you
Oh if Stan's voice could reach back through the past
He'd whisper in your ear
"Oh damn Spock is here!"
The PartingI remember the way it ended between us. It was right after one of the band's Saturday night concerts at The Hole and it was a sticky hot night and the air above the pavement was still shimmering in the aftermath of a day in the summer sun, and there were mosquitoes, thick like a buzzing veil, all around us. We were sitting on the hood of my car eating something fried from a plastic-foam basket. I don't remember what kind of food it was exactly, but I know it tasted like chicken because even the hamburgers at Fry's tasted like chicken. And it was altogether miserable, but I was happy, because I thought we were happy, but then I found out we weren't.The Parting1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You looked at me with those dark-dreaming eyes that were suddenly so serious and full of meaning, and there was this nervous expectation in me, and I was holding my breath and listening for the next beat of my heart, because I knew you were going to ask me to move in with you. Because that was the next logical step. But, “You're
45 stupid ways to die 45 Stupid Ways to Die45 stupid ways to die7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Surfing during a typhoon
2. Driving drunk
3. Marrying Courtney Love
4. Marrying someone named OJ
5. Pissing on an electric fence
6. Forgetting to pull your parachutes ripcord
7. Hey! Gimme a match. I think my gas tanks empty
8. No, honey, I think that dress looks horrid on you
9. Walk unarmed through south-central LA.
10. Walk armed through south-central LA
11. Eat a lot of garlic in a small enclosed space
12. Your boy scout troop is using an aluminum canoe for shelter in a thunderstorm
13. Wearing a red shirt in an old Star Trek episode
14. Fishing during a tornado
15. Walking through Central Park during a gun fight
16. Getting run over by a train
17. Trying to get
they crossed the stars"Let's find where the sun touches the earth," you told me.they crossed the stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Let's find where the two unite and finally know they're real."
"Ok," I said, and I complied.
We packed food for two years, enough love for three years, and
five pounds of ricin (to drop behind us, you explained, in case we
need to follow the trail of corpses back home).
We taped notes explaining our absence on doors and giggled
giddily over our cleverness.
We forgot the map lying in a dusty drawer.
and you led me
over oceans so vast no man could pass
through caves so deep you couldn't sleep
across forests so wide there was no tide
and into nightmares I will never escape
all to find where the sun touches the earth
When night came you'd explain the universe to me
while I nursed my weary feet and nauseous heart.
I learned that north doesn't exist, cats can live and die
at the same time, and that wishes make stars shine.
We'd laugh and make wishes on every star in sight,
and some that weren't.
But you didn't teach me how lives ris
10 quotes by George S. Patton10 Quotes by George S. Patton10 quotes by George S. Patton8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
1: "You can't run an army without profanity"
2: "Ask them if they want me to give it back."
-After being told not to march on Messina, already having captured it
3: "Rommel, you magnificent bastard! I read your book!"
-Upon defeating Erwin Rommel's forces in North Africa
4: "Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen."
5: "A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood."
6: "Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men."
7: "There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily. All because one man went to sleep on the job. But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did."
8: "A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow."
9: "Just drive down that road until you get blown up."
-Instructions to reconnaissance troops
10: "May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't."
There are many more, but I said 10!
Apertures To ElsewhenA light shines forth from holes in the sky,Apertures To Elsewhen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Transfixed anomalies eat away the boundaries between,
A method for skipping stones across the spiral:
Always moving with no regard for ground dwellers.
Their spatial stent, the toiled revelation of future ghosts.
Memories of what soon will self-actualize past mirrored oceans,
Coalescing happenstance unfathomable through myriad shades.
Some will grasp their final straw while death grips the wheel,
But the brave few circumvent every stalemate and switchback.
Others die the moment they stand still in the starless void.
An atrophied heart is a faithless organ loathing decisive action,
Since not all flightless birds were born to run from the nest.
Ethereal whirlwind from an open window delivers silent vessels
Beyond the divide running parallel to the unknowable axle.
Winged travelers seed the new soil of intuition with wisdom,
Colonizers from the older realm anointing the mitochondria.
They mustn’t tarry behind in cradle for blossoming never
-November-A tale was told a time ago-November-3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of broken promises and falling snow.
Scarlet tears fell from her wrist,
a sharp pain, but a gentle twist.
The ground once white,
now stained with red.
It gave her agony
and gave her dread.
A forgotten soul
now left to decay.
Unloved and shattered
on her final day.
cameoYou would always laugh when I would mention that my profilecameo4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
would make an awful cameo necklace. My face would wrinkle
with doubt and it would make you laugh harder and you would
mock my every agitated movement like a five year old and I
couldn't escape you like I can't escape my own reflection and
you loved that.
Presently, I am washing dishes like a feminist. With my hair
untied and resentful, I pick up spoons and measuring cups and
bowls and forks all covered in food and I hate that. The remnants
of some oral delight and here I am watching the water bloat
porous foods like it's made a bad life choice.
I pick up a spatula and I think I see you through the blinds. Your
mouth unfolds into a smile as my body unfolds over the sink so
I can adjust my eyes through the plastic shutters. I tap on the
glass. You laugh at me and I tear the blinds from the top of
the window like a passionate idiot. With my feet in the sink,
I press myself against the glass with hopes of falling through.
A Chemist Walked Into A Bar...And yelled at the bartender,A Chemist Walked Into A Bar...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
GIMME ALL THE C2H5OH YOU GOT!!
3your words build up,34 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nesting in my tonsils
with the charming intensity
of labor contractions
-let them curdle like
milk in the craters of
my most secret teeth.
i only know you by the
tide of your breathing,
like tortured mahogany against my
and the thought of you two years
ago excites me, so don't let
the holes in your eyes
like oedipus ruin
that for me.
Part XV - The PalaceIt took deeper penetration of the building to uncover the beauty the Ogre Prince had promised her. Exiting the throne room by way of the doorway at the back of that chamber, he led her himself, now without escort, through the rest of the palace. And the difference between what was shown to the guests and visitors and audience of the prince, and what he chose to surround himself with were as different as they possibly could be.Part XV - The Palace2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The inner chambers of the palace were brightly and elegantly decorated. The floors were inlaid with tiles of ivory and obsidian and turquoise, and the walls were everywhere adorned with incredibly detailed tapestries, and paintings in ornate frames, and there were pedestals at regular intervals, displaying statuettes and sculptures, of bronze and marble and gold. And everywhere was lit up like a rainbow; light cast from lamps wrought of gold, but with stained glass chimneys. Alessaandra could scarcely believe
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.
A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.
She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
And royal purples.
She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
And closed caverns.
But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.
The girl was lonely.
So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.
1when I wake up with14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers inevitably
tracing the lining of
like and repulsively
organic),I find my
with words and
pull out apolo
gies one by
when they are in my hands
and tangible and covered
in cathartic saliva,
I can quietly breathe
"I was never sorry,"
and not choke because
truth is always more
delightful the second
Anything bittenAnything bitten is swollenlyAnything bitten4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
simple, gutted like the alley
where your imagined arm is.
So many poems about the wind-
so many yous I am no longer me-
if I believed myself
inhaling would seem absolute,
I am not passively wailing
in excessive syllables to
only know how tantalizing
a comma can be.
hesitating under the world's
Left alone - Eiji.AndrewEiji wasnt a big person. He was very much on the smaller side of things. His temper, just the same as his height, was legendarily short. Andrew had held off telling him about how hed been feeling recently just because of that.Left alone - Eiji.Andrew6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What do you mean youre feeling lonely? Eiji scoffed, I know I work a lot but can't be lonely. I'm not lonely, and we live together. How does that even work?.
Andrew groaned, I tell you Im feeling lonely and you immediately throw it off because youre not. He stood up, clenching his fists, Youre lucky I dont even think to mention youre not lonely because youre fucking anyone who wants it.
Oh, dont shoot that gun. Eiji warned.
Andrew was fuming, and he was swearing - and only two minutes into the argument. This wasnt going to just blow over.
Are you really lonely or are you just angry Im getting some away from you?
Smells in stairwells:Today, the elevator didn't work. It wasn't brokenSmells in stairwells:3 years ago in Letters More Like This
or anything, there were some men downstairs that
had big carpet cleaners, and they were holding up
the elevator. So I stood and I pressed the button
a couple of times and maybe I said a curse word
and then I turned for the big red door that
gave birth to stairs.
The building only has six floors, and I was on the
sixth, not that this matters, it's only six floors.
I just thought it would be interesting to tell you
that I was at that top. Which then again, isn't so
interesting because it's just six floors, but it's
something to be on top, isn't it?
I'm not sure what I look like walking down stairs,
probably not much because I'm no dancer (but I like
to) and I'm no lightly hoofed animal (that would be
okay). But I went down the stairs pretty quickly,
and anyway, graceful for me I guess. My mind was
pretty blank and I was probably humming that song
that I've been playing nonstop for weeks or
thinking about food or something until
monarchsI am troubled with the opaque nothingnessmonarchs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that has decided to(with all but his sad
shaped hat and curious shrieking plaid tr
ousers)choose the seat beside me, stale w
ith pigeons that have no destination, ree
king of amity and all his clever friends.
I am forced to expose my neck, shrug twi
ce and not thrice, and eloquently explain
that I am a string of fuck yous with one
bulb burnt out. I also must explain the
delicate lace in the pit of my stomach,
the hidden worlds wrapped around your ir
ises, and most of all, the feeling of c
atching a butterfly within your palms.
Newspaper crinkles with the silence of
potholes and smug coughing as I stare
into the palms of my hands; somewhere,
there is hope in between my fingers
like bags filled with tissue pap
er. Somewhere, you are sleep
ing with wings writhing in
your teeth and in your ha
ir. Somewhere, I know
the feeling of
As he nodded I created violets
in the lifeless smudge on the
Disappointment is uninspiring.
THROUGH SOMEONE ELSES EYESPART ITHROUGH SOMEONE ELSES EYES6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I got back from the gallery, the house was empty. Its stressful, spending all day wearing a mask and telling myself I must smile and I must be articulated or even that I must keep the reputation I built up over the years. All these musts drain me in ways I couldnt be able to express in words, but if I had to I would say it feels like a needle, puncturing the same sore spot, over and over again, digging deeper as time passes by. Lani says I must get used to it, but I cant and probably never will. My reward is the probability of having someone to fuck at the end of all the torture, but sometimes, actually most of the time, I ask myself if its really me whos gaining something.
A couple of hours later, Laken arrived. I was surprised he was even out. Usually hes in, only going out for photographs, but it was a rainy day and I didnt think he would take Jacqueline in those conditions. Its hard to accept the fact that I re
Story for a penny in a canStory for a penny in a can6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest.
Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except -
Not crows. Full fledged, "Morrigan-is-going-to-get-you-if-the-witches-don't" ravens all sitting on a single line. No surprise power went out in our neighborhood every couple months. Never seen a fried bird though.
Between black cats, cracked glass, flickering lights at home, the city calling the dump 'historical', and the birds watching, it was kinda weird no one had this idea before. Group of kids see a big old ratty creepy house, f
777broken bird7775 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled up catatonic in his arms
bones made of brittle bus passes and torn business cards
(and frozen tears, and old stories, and tired lives)
his face buried in her fading hair, anxiously looking for
a response because this is what they call
town of luck, town of dice and neon lights, hold me in your favor tonight
somebody must succeed out of all those ruined lives, right?
inevitable thingsbeing secure is like crying without any eyesinevitable things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and (coincidentally) i have those
you are close lines reverberating
all over my fingertips,pivoting
and heaving and knowing that
(did i tell you that christmas
it always reminds me of loneliness)
reminding me that
i never want the
of my nose to be pallid
and inflated with the
absence of light
wings of you
floating through paradise like it's already yours
it floating through you like
(and that loneliness
it always reminds me of the things i need to do-
like doing my laundry and dying)