-November-A tale was told a time ago-November-4 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.
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth3 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.
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 Parting2 years 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
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
,"am i allowed toThe best thing about you is that,"am i allowed to4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know how I got here and
I've never been more happy
to treat words politely.
O, writing, you are a
but when he kissed me
it was like inhaling
after having your
head held under
and the electric inside
of me made a new
and to know you,noone,"You smell like sleep and Iand to know you,noone,"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't believe in anything;
dreams like fat caterpillars
unhungry with metamorphosis.
inevitable thingsbeing secure is like crying without any eyesinevitable things6 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)
There,I am this secondary water source,There,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with mud and something th
e government thought was the equi
valent of a knockknock joke. When
you drink all that I am, there is
a satisfying feeling in the pit o
f your stomach, somewhat like an
ulcer, and all the frivolity ins
ide of me tremors with purpose.
Unfortunately, as the sun decid
es to pack up, and as the day be
gins to lock the deadbolt, I fe
el as though I am exactly what I
And I am,
no stronger for it.
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
monarchsI am troubled with the opaque nothingnessmonarchs6 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.
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?
,"and all we know is thatThe sky's lips are forced to the rims of smokestacks-,"and all we know is that4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep drags like letting yourself become a lung.
I stare out of the window believing in the instinct
to love, while also believing in the gravity that
forces us to live. And we hope to things that
don't exist for things to get better.
All I want is for you to look at me in
a way that makes me feel like I exist.
She takes drags from cigarettes to
make her feel like she exists.
Make me feel like I exist.
Feel like me, I exist.
I exist like me.
Like me, exist.
as the sky takes drags from the
smokestacks like cigarettes.
Part V - Hidden AwayShe said, "I would bravely face whatever fate holds in store for me, father. I have no fear of death. Better it would be for me to stand by your side, and fight until my last breath, than be hidden away like a coward." Spitting the words out with contempt, her green-gray eyes sparking with anger.Part V - Hidden Away3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But the King would not hear of it. There, in the cellar, far removed from the sounds of the pitiful cries of his subjects, he and his guards had already opened and drained one of the massive wine-fermenting casks, drilled air holes through the ceiling of it, and stored away bread and salted meats and fruits and a ceramic jar full of water inside. To have Alessaandra brought this far it had been necessary to bind her hands and feet and carry her, she had fought so passionately against their intentions; kicking and screaming, and bucking her body against them every inch of the way.
The King shook his head, sadly. "Why would my dea
Part XVI - Her RoomThe Ogre Prince cast the door to her chamber wide. He said, "This will be your room."Part XVI - Her Room3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And Alessaandra could only say: "Oh..."
"My servants will be bringing your bed up. And the other things my elders suggested you would be needing."
"Oh..." said Alessaandra again. "My..."
The room was gorgeous; the furnishings of the room were gorgeous. There was a dresser and a vanity, made of dark wood worked into such forms of elelgance and grace, and topped with white marble, with handles all wrought of gold. The mirror on the vanity was flawless, so smooth and bright it made her father's mirrors in the castle back home seem downright poor by comparison. And there was a high backed chair with stuffed, embroidered cushions, and the patterns on the cushions were so intricate and colorful, they struck Alessaandra mute with admiration for the craftsmanship involved in their creation. Hanging from the ceiling was a gold and cry
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!"
Part IX - CollectedAlessaandra woke, and found herself in one of the royal beds: mahogany head-board and high-posted, with a canopy, and silken, lavender veils on all four sides. Her head was cushioned upon a plump feather-stuffed pillow, and her body was warm within a nest of quilts and furs, laid out on a soft mattress. Her immediate relief was such that it made her sob; she blinked and there were tears blurring the edge of her vision. She cried, "Oh! Thank heavens! It was all just a dream!" But then discovered neither her arms nor her legs were willing to move at her bidding. And then: realized the bed was moving.Part IX - Collected3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She said, "What's going on? Where am I? What's happening?"
There was no answer.
But there were sounds: everywhere around her. But what did they suggest? She thought it sounded a bit like an army, marching on foot, or a merchant caravan passing by. She could hear voices too
Somethingthis is a feelingSomething11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like your lips
on the taut muscles of my neck
and you are trying not to imagine
my fingers on your skin
-shallow breath and unwrapping quickly-
a feeling like high expectations
that will be
by the kiss of the early sun on your forehead.
there is a girl
with a smell like
dew and freshly cut grass—
with no makeup and she
down the street without shoes
—(her feet whisper
i dreamt that i
met her and
her fingers were cold on my arm.
she giggled and
wondered out loud
whether i was in love.
if you ask her
she will tell you that the
stars are singing,
but her eyes are empty
and she has forgotten the words.
i am afraid if i touch
the trail of memories that these
tears have left on your cheek
you will turn into smoke and
i will never be able
to hold you.
please let me close my eyes
and lay here next to you
and I will pretend
that I can't
hear the wind.
(it is shaking the window and
Anti-Twilight ArticleThe Twilight series, written by Stephenie Meyer, has become a smash hit all over the world, selling 25 million copies worldwide and 20 million in the United States alone. Twilight, the first book in the series, has been named a New York Times bestseller and Publisher's Weekly Best Book of the Year. Quite a shame, considering the substandard quality of these novels. In asking fans what precisely they loved about these books for the purpose of trying to discover exactly how such novels have become fabulously popular, it seems to boil down to three reasons: One, Twilight is entertaining simply for a fun read, with a rather unique plot line. Two, the fluffy love story appeals to the inner romantic in many, many girls and women. Three, Edward Cullen.Anti-Twilight Article6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Twilight in a nutshell: Isabella(Bella) Swan moves to Forks, Washington and meets the Cullens, the impossibly beautiful vegetarian(meaning they only suck the blood of animals) vampire family. Edward Cullen, the only single vampire out of the lo
i can't give you tomorrowi likei can't give you tomorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i like
and i like
and i like
and i like
and i like
and i like
and your fingerless
of these beautiful things
do i love
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the[transmissions of a dead girl]9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of their
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.