HugYou walk up to me.Hug5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at you like a cat that is unknowingly trying to imitate an emote.
As your approach comes to an end you put your arms out. Both going past my body on either side.
Then simply, "Hug?"
I do not comprehend this word, your intent nor punctuation.
Your arms tighten around me and your chin rests on my shoulder.
I stand there
what is this new emotion.
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 2MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 27 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.
Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness
Fare was not your average 14 year old boy. No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was. Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games. But the real problem lied deeper than that. The real problem was his personality. He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons. Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space. If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead. He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals.
chocolate cakethe earth can shakechocolate cake8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my bones can break
but i'll never give you
my chocolate cake
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH3MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH37 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Only for fat Draggies
Flare awoke the next morning on his living room floor to hear voices talking over him. They werent his parents, but someone elses, and there were a lot of them. He cautiously opened one eye a crack, and instantly shut it. He was completely surrounded by animals, and not just his house pets, but wild ones as well. Flare wondered why his dogs hadnt protected him whats more the voices seemed to be coming from the animals. Josie, the most faithful of his dogs, was lying on the floor beside him. A stag was talking to her, and apparently the conversation was about him.
How do we know hes the chosen one for sure? He looks like any regular human to me.
He was lifted clear off the ground by a comet of pure light. If thats not a sign, then I dont know what is. Wait, shh. Listen, his breathings changed. I think hes awake.
Flare shuddered and closed his eyes tigh
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH47 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you dont like fat Dragons and vore, then do not read.
Chapter 4: Wish Fulfillment
I got up and looked at the small little dragon as it shook the remains of the shattered eggshell of itself. I backed up and stepped on an old dry leaf. The dragon instantly whipped around and faced me. Our eyes locked. I wanted to turn and run, but something in the way those eyes stared at me held me firmly in place. Without warning, the dragon leaped onto me with such force that I fell over backwards. To my amazement, it did not hurt me, but began licking my face all over. Once I was thoroughly covered in drool, it got off and let me up. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there looking at the dragon confused. It saw this, and its little head dropped, a look of sheer sadness upon its face.
You dont remember me, do you?
I was confused. I liked dragons a lot, but never did I imagine seeing one up close, and this one was a little too real for comfor
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 1MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 17 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you are easily frightened, or pee your pants at the mere thought of a big, fat, cuddly, yet powerful draggie, this story is not for you. Should you read this, the author and all supporters involved are in no way responsible for any nightmares (dreams should you happen to like Dragons like me), or any bed-wetting that might ensue. Also, to those who like Dragons, I am also in no accounts responsible if you poop your pants form laughing so hard after reading this warning.
Chapter 1: The Powers That Be and Amazing Origins
Ever since the dawn of time, two great forces have governed our world. Light and Darkness (Good and Evil) are forever locked in a titanic power struggle for dominance. For centuries they balanced each other, then came the making of our galaxy, the Milky Way. As with all the others before, Light and Darkness instantly began feuding over it. Darkness added the cold void of spac
CokeCoke10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still noon in the paddy fields
in Kerala, we sank a well
to stem the flow of desert,
but came up smelling of dust.
Watched rice plants wither as the slow sun
silenced resolve in angry glare,
and warm dry gusts scattered
hope to the four corners.
In Palakkad, an empty street, sold
to ten million-dollar-a-day death,
men nurse wounds and children.
The women have gone to find water-
when the supply runs altogether dry,
we may find out how to swallow
the dust. Or our pride. Lesson taught,
we shall learn to drink coke.
Still noon in the baking heat
within the walled compound, we
stand around on wounded feet
spreading slurry on the ground.
So here, at least, is water
(to dampen a capital purse)
So here we earn our living -
a litre a day (could be worse).
Outside, the world is barren,
the earth is cracked and bare.
As boreholes tap our reservoirs
at last we've learnt to share.
So desert soil is progress,
and bitter stench is joy.
Infected feet dance to the beat
of the jin
SleepSleep11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
as he is carried to the garden.
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to slip
into its last coma,
palm stem walls blanketing
the mind's catacombs
while your planted carcass watches
a tsetse fly
drink its next meal.
When We Die Holding HandsWhen We Die Holding Hands10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart stood still on that Midnight
You At the window in the dark
Your shadow standing still as the thunder struck the earth
The blade clinched in your hand
Your eyes black but beautiful
Your tears and blood swirled on the floor
Your expression silent and lifeless the way the reaper left you for me to discover
I picked up the blade
I kissed your cheek and closed your eyes and carried you to the bed
I lay beside you and cried and tried to stop your bleeding
Here you are now dead, Just the way life liked you
Here you are now dead, The way life robbed me of how I loved you
Here you are now dead, The ultimate price everyone had to pay
Here you are now dead, So many words the reaper would not let me tell you
So now I must whisper my sweet sorrow and unforgiven secrets to you
So now I must hide your scars and try to heal and comfort what is left of you
So now I must pick up your pieces and fix your lifeless body
So now I must live in misery as you conceitedly took your own life as well too
Shut DownBorn of a bitch made of bolts,Shut Down10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a dad who sold microscopes,
He slid out one Friday night.
His heart jump-started by electrical shock,
Thrown into incubation and kept under lock,
He spent three months in that cold tank.
Suddenly, ethereal hands grasped his tender thighs,
Dragging him out from mechanical skies,
Lucy took him home and tossed him into bed.
As he lay there, with eyes fluorescent blue,
He found the environment strikingly new;
But did it even matter where he was?
When he awoke the next morning,
He let out a guttural cry for some milk;
A maid gritted her teeth and mixed the formula.
Manufactured milk doesn't taste as sweet,
As that processed from a mother's teat;
But when it's all you have, it's good enough.
And when he needed an urgent change of clothes,
It was done because of the olfactory, not the nose;
He was made to be clean on Inspection Day.
Oftentimes at night he would attempt to dream,
Wishful thoughts puffing away like steam,
It's hard to imagine being a
My Love For YouMy Love for YouMy Love For You9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once longed to meet you,
To finally get the courage to say a word.
My lips part and I say that word.
Now I have met you.
I once longed to know you,
To know you heart and dreams.
To know the way you longed for me too.
Now I know you.
I once longed to hear your voice,
You voice which calms me so.
The soft whisper of a secret wish.
Now I hear your voice.
I once longed for your touch,
The sweet, soft warmth of your hands,
The silent thought of romance.
Now I feel your touch.
I once longed for you,
To meet you and know you,
To hear you and feel you.
Now I have you.
Just one more dance,
Just one more song.
This time I won't let go,
This time I won't let go.
Quest of...Part 1Quest of...Part 18 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quest of the Mystic Knight Part I : Darkness Abounds
Dark demons conjured from their dank tomb
Spreading evil - at the Order of Satan's wish for gloom
Across meadows flowering this wave of fire goes breathing
Scorching everything beautiful – everything living.
Lightlessness creeps over a land left barren
Obstructing even the brilliance of heaven
However a fair maiden wanders aimlessly
Over the desolate landscape vigilantly.
Amidst the ruin she finds a single lily flourishing
Glowing brilliant still amongst the decaying
A sign of life still untouched by the devastation
A sign of beauty purity hope and salvation.
From ashes of Lucifer also rises in beauty
A new Hero – A New Glory to battle this Evil Entity
The danger lies not within His also rising Wisps
It lies within ourselves, are we willing to help what He risks?
EscapeWhen I stay up at night thinkingEscape5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
When I daydream in the middle of the day
When I sit and write my poetry
When I look into the digital sea that is the internet
When I smile or laugh at a joke with no meaning
When I zone out
When I lie down for the night
When I stare into the complete darkness before I depart to the land of dreams
I try to climb a wall to the rope that will allow me to escape
But the walls are to smooth
Patted down with the solid and smooth surface of pain
This thing I call life
Am I any good at it?
Am I going to fail as predetermined by the world?
Am I going to end and be represented as the nothingness that I see?
I try to escape these harsh questions
But low and behold they follow me as if I packed them
Maybe I did
Between the socks and shirts . No
With the toothbrush . No
I think I packed it in the deep subconscious of the maze I call my mind
Unfortunately for me there is no escape
Atheism Revisited The Atheist Ten CommandmentsAtheism Revisited7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I. Thou shalt breathe to send oxygen to thy lungs, and thou shalt breathe repetitively for all of thy existence, except if thou beist underwater, or if thou beist in the presence of toxic gases, during which time thou shalt not breathe.
II. Thou shalt consume thy nutrition, doing so in the correct ratio of carbohydrates, proteins, and lipids, and thou shalt not consume too many saturated fats, for lo, those who do shall be called obese.
III. When thou hast processed thy nutrition, thou shalt excrete the waste, be it of a solid or of a liquid nature, and thou shalt not do so in a way that is disgusting.
IV. Thou shalt sleep at the end of the day, and continue until the next day, excepting if thou hast work to be done of if thou hast a test tomorrow.
V. Thou shalt blink thine
Discord (Bec Noir)I'm not a fan of puppets here, even though I'm god tierDiscord (Bec Noir)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Someone else is screwing up my time
Started out as a computer game, but we were never the same
And nothing ever turned out fine
I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all
I curse the name, the one behind it all…
Bec Noir, just a single prototype
Wrecking everything as you struck out and took a swipe
Bec Noir, we're running far from you
As we leave our session away
Bec Noir, we're fighting through it all
Scratching up the game to start it over and to stall
Bec Noir, we won't take it anymore
So take your red miles away!
We're escaping to the Alpha zone, but I don't really know
So it's been told by the Seer of Light
They're having their own problems too, but we don't have a clue
The Prince started his own riot war
I wait for three years, yeah, waiting through it all
I curse the name, the one behind it all…
Bec Noir, how long has it been now?
We're playing chess but everything was switched and flipped around
Bec Noir, omnipote
Denmark x Reader ~The Moment of a Couple~~The Moment of a Couple~Denmark x Reader ~The Moment of a Couple~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A group of children ran past you laughing at each other as they gave chase around the park. You couldn't help but give a little smile at their innocence and free will. They seemed so happy. By now, your legs had grown uncomfortable of trying to support yourself on one side of the seesaw. There wasn't anyone on the other side so if your legs gave way, your entire body would fall towards the ground.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" a voice asked from behind. You immediately whipped your head around and found yourself staring at a familiar face. It wasn't hard to recognize your colleague from your Statics class. Aside having a loud voice, his wild blonde hair and smiling face was easily recognizable in a filled lecture hall.
"I-I-I…" you stammered.
"Hey, aren't you the girl in my Statics class?"
You swallowed a lump in your throat and immediately brought your eyes to the floor. You didn't even talk in class! In fact, you sat all the way i
MachinesMACHINESMachines5 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes people remind
me of machines.
They go about calling
facts of the task at hand
to mind in bleak
We condone convention
to panegyric oaths
mouthed in boredom
by shameless shamans.
"Thanks for a job jolly
well done," becomes our epitaph,
and the joke of history
is, "I think
I . . . huh?"