The Black Fox
Once upon a time, in a forest where three streams merged into a small, fast-flowing river, the locals say a shadow took life in the form of a black fox.
So shiny and thick and smooth was the coat of this black fox, it was said that hunters who caught sight of her were driven mad with the desire to own her pelt.
The best hunters for miles around chased after this elusive prey, but none succeeded. Indeed, many of them chased after the fox, deep into the darkness beneath the ancient pines, and never returned. Some believe they came across misfortune. Some believe they were taken by the fox into the fairy realm. Some have even more sinister theories to relate.
In a time when the autumn was crisping the leaves and turning the air cold, a young man went into the woods to gather firewood to sustain his family through the oncoming winter.
His bow was slung across his shoulders, and he carried an axe to cut wood, but he had no intention of killing any living creatures this day, and after many l
Face DownD O Y O U F E E L L I K E A M A NFace Down3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young woman took a step back, her face buried in a stream of terrified tears. Blood was dripping out of her nose.
"Please, Adam, stop!!", she begged her boyfriend, "I've already got a bloody nose."
"I already told you, Laura, you that you are only to speak when spoken too." Adam said angrily, taking another swig of alcohol and raising his fist to her.
Lauren cringed and fell backwards as Adam's fist met her cheek.
W H E N S H E F A L L S T O T H E G R O U N D
"Lauren, what happened?" Victoria asked Lauren at school the next day. "Your face! It's badly bruised!"
"I'm fine, Victoria." Lauren lied to her best friend. There was no need to tell her of how her boyfriend abused her, physically, mentally, and sexually. Victoria didn't need to know that boyfriend was an alcoholic.
"Well, you need to get help. For being sixteen, you seem to be dealin
The Worm and the Epiphany"The Worm and the Epiphany"The Worm and the Epiphany4 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
Alas, the worm was blind. Making its way through fertile earth, never meeting a soul, not even its own. Not knowing kith or kin, it didn't seem to bother him as, day by day, he burrowed his tedious way through mulch and mire; heeding not the dark or the cold. Not needing to ask the question that never would tire because it never grew old. He was not simply "you" -- he was "it" who did not exist.
So on and on, as often goes with a worm, it continued the clandestine tryst to turn the soil. It was what he had learned, or was born having known. Was he born -- and born to toil? -- flashed a thought in the dark. Had he not? He never thought to ask it before.
Then suddenly, the worm broke through the crust of ground! It squinted hard into a blinding light, and basked in the shade of a sunflower whose head bowed low with curiosity, and promptly doused the worm with a s
When I was little...When I was little... You took my innocence from me.When I was little...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You raped me of the wonder of life and the dawning of the dark.
You stripped me of my walls and my clothes and left me for all to see.
When I was little... You took from me my innocent spark.
I was three when first you came to me,
with a game to play and words to say,
and a new part of you to see...
I'll never forget that day.
I was without a mother or father and being a mother was a game you would play,
Matronly at only 13 and I loved you like my mom and "I love you!" was all you had to say...
I would have done anything for you, anything at all for you...
I did that day when you asked if being my mother was something you could do.
You wanted to change my clothes and feed me and hold me you said,
It was a game tho and rules changed and because of it now I'm glad you are dead.
I'm sad everyday and depressed and worse if that is possible.
Having a real mother is something that I guess can never be, not even passable,
I never have known
Fifth Grade Me_ Emo KidLooking back, I was a very strange child.Fifth Grade Me_ Emo Kid4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not loud, or rude, just reserved and seldom wild.
But I had a little notebook in fifth grade
with drawings of a torture chamber I had made
In the dungeons where a young girl cried
were other victims who lived inside
Iron maidens-coffins with spikes
Is this what a normal little girl likes?
this depiction, I suppose is
just an early dignosis
that I would be something called "emo",
writing poetry, reading Edgar Allan Poe.
And one day I would wear eyeliner and whine
since fifth grade me read RL Stine
and Tim Burton still rocks my socks
while happily ever after remains a paradox
In my world where vampires burn in the sun
because sparkles don't look good on anyone
there are still monsters under my bed
but they know if they come out, they're dead
Now I like rainbows, smiles and glee
but nothing compares to morbid fifth grade me.
hide and seek.i am rusty branches and prettyhide and seek.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a pulse i can hear
(like thunder, but scarier)-
your shoes crunch my leaves and
i face up and hold my
blue breath away from your
cautious ears. the hollow sun
finds my color and whispers you
a song of hide and seek and i am
lost and bound in the thick of trees.
you are eerily silent, seeing,
waiting. i tremor gently as the wind
teases my hair and you are
lonely here, gasping for my face.
can you see me?
WastelandsOn the top of the hill he stands, across burning villages and torn forests, dry rivers and black seas, and he watches, indifferently, coldly; while the world's heart blows its last whispers in a flaming cloud.Wastelands4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly he climbs down the hill and turns his face up, towards the sky, red, scarlet in His rage.
He falls on his knees and cries. Cries for the men. Cries for the women. Cries for the children. Cries for the Earth.
And then he rises, and he walks. Blood dripping from his hands. There's no more hope. There's no more reason. There is no more sanity. He just walks.
Eternal LoveO' beautiful goddess under the starry night,Eternal Love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thy fair skin enlightens thy face.
Cupid's shafts took flight,
Thus I sing in love and grace.
Thou art beauty revealed under the moonlight,
A smile like the sun.
From my heart these words be known tonight,
Forever thou shall be my only one.
when I was littleI miss those days of my youthwhen I was little4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
where I would play outside despite the rain
and all I could tell was the simple truth
and I didn't have to deal with that much pain
I miss when all the drama that was taught
was somebody stealing your crayon box
I miss that the only bad disease you got
was the classic case of chicken pox
I miss the days when there wasn't a ground zero
I miss the days when cartoons were good
I miss the days when we all had a hero
I miss the days when we all understood
I miss when our important lesson was to share
I'm getting this cold nostalgic chill
I miss when everyone seemed to care
I miss when I didn't have to pay any bill
I graduate in twenty days
and leave my friends all behind
I miss the days when we would catch the rays
and laughter, and fun was all we would find
I miss the times that we would all spend
whether it was hanging out in the mall
or just chilling being willing to be the hand to lend
it all just seems like life is so small
I miss when time wouldn't go by
The Early LightsThe Early Lights4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Early Lights
I spend mornings, afternoons and evenings
leant towards the lane of your memory,
Remembering the days when we were little,
Longing so much to spend those days again with you.
To run with you just one more time
across meadows of yellow-bellied greens
with tears of azure sky beneath our feet
as slippery dew on the familiar grasses.
A cycle to Nana's, Mum trailing behind,
Trafficking streets we had not known before,
To reach the places we enjoyed and loved
to amble in the humble simplicity of life.
Reaching out to touch the younger days
when we'd watch Pokémon together,
I find myself trying to catch the stars
which unfortunately are simply too far away.
I replay those naïve moments
so that I'll always know them off by heart,
So that they're always close just a glance away,
And that when I close my eyes they will be there.
Memories of us in the infancies of Spring,
Catching bumblebees in glass jars and bottles,
Celebrating in the refreshed Ma
When You're OlderWhen we are children, we ask questions.When You're Older4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is color?
Why do the seasons change?
Who invented zippers?
But along with the funny questions, we've all asked akward ones.
Where do babies come from?
Why do things die?
Why can't I talk to strangers? He looks nice.
Our parents do their best to brush it off,
Just let it slip.
They put on a smile and sit down with you.
They say those six little words all kids hate:
"I'll tell you when you're older."
You wait a couple hours, maybe a day.
"Momma, am I older now?"
They laugh and pat your shoulder.
"Not quite, darling." they tell you.
You run back outside and look at the sky,
Thinking about the clouds.
Why do they fly?
What do they feel like?
Can you really sit on one?
You run back inside and take some paper and a pencil.
Running to your favorite spot,
You sit down and think.
Your little hands start scribbling,
As you write down a list of things
To be told When you're older.
FreedomBe thy mind free? Or bindest thou it with fetters which be heavy with the ideas of men and burdened conscience? Hast thou knowledge of true liberty and that joy which she doth so sweetly carry into the soul that seeketh in earnest?Freedom4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Arise, and taste the breeze of a new day! May fresh be in thy nostrils the aroma of sunlight and pleasant be the song of birds in flight as the sun in splendour doth sleepily emerge from his slumber.
Exchange not thy hold upon thy dreams for that of what the world may without wisdom christen 'practical' and 'real.' In folly she glances with scorn upon what the unbound pursue. She gropes in blindness, and stumbles in her way, even as she raises her voice to mock and degrade. Fall she shall--be not fooled by her present strength, for it is but transient and fleeting, and soon shall be cut off by things eternal and fearless.
Want not, nor fear. Persist steady in thy course; serve He who gave you life and grants you dreams, and tho demons and men seek to strike
Lady ShayShe sits by the river, awaiting her love,Lady Shay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
off in the distance, she hears a sound...
Thinking it is he, She walks toward it,
before her eyes appears, the stallion.
She walks slowly toward him, hand outstretched,
he balks...backs into the tree lined bank as if to run.
She drops her hand, and sits upon the bank,
awed by his sheer beauty.
She gazes into the water and sees her reflection
A moment passes and the stallions graceful
head appears next to hers.
She feels a slight knuzzle on her arm, she raises her
head and looks deep into his blue eyes.
He places his head into her palm
With just one look the Lady Shay had
captured the stallions heart.
With just one touch she captured his soul.
She rises to stand next to him gently
rubbing his neck, and they walk side by
side back down the river.
If Only All Love Was This Simple & Pure
The broken mirror of innocenseI'm going to tell a storyThe broken mirror of innocense4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About a little girl
Who didn't has an option
Different from loneliness.
Her mother worked a lot
Her father lived far away
And her sister hated her
For being sweet and naive.
So she never talked too much
Because she knew no one would listen
And somehow she started to like
To be alone all the time.
In school she laughed with her friends
In her house she tried to get along with her sister
And every night when mommy arrived home
She said "I love you" and went to make dinner.
But mommy was tired
Of a depressed teenager
Which causeless selfishness
Made the woman's life harder.
It was the little girl's sister
Who made her mom to take the chance
She went to talk with their father
She decided to send the girls away.
The little girl
Felt betrayed for the first time
She ended up in a living hell
And lost the love she had for life.
Then she closed the door
Of her little broken heart
She made her own world
To pretend that everything was all right.
And so we find the end
Last WishI once believed in wishes,Last Wish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that somewhere out there
among the cosmos
there were fairies or gods,
dijin spirits who listened
to our whispers
and wove the fates
to bless us with invisible kisses.
I attempted them all,
sending hymns up to the stars,
and spreading their white snow
into the wind,
candles on Birthday cakes,
the countless ways
people invent for the hope
that the unseeable will
sweep in and grant your every desire.
And as I grow older
there are moments still when
taken by nostalgia, desperation, wistful hope,
I will throw wishes away
into the unknown just in case,
but more and more one begins to see
we must be the weavers of our own
Silver ShipIt was big and that was just the robot,Silver Ship4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cyclops-eyed stainless steel vision of the future,
the present of another world, now in touch with ours and,
through the window, so much bigger than the ones in our house,
I could see the spaceship and thought when I'm older
The man stepped out, self assured, gentle, very, very perceptive.
His eyes seemed to understand all as he looked around at us all.
His clothes were silver like the ship, so full of grace, radiating power,
silver like the window, (before we left and they drew the curtains),
and the huge room behind the window where we all sat
was full of dust and drinks and people and chocolate
He moved softly like an athlete or a big cat,
assured of its primacy with no need to prove it,
and as he did so, the crowds that we could see through the window retreated;
the man smiled and walked further forward,
ready to discover a new world,
the crowds and the soldiers retreated even more
and some peopl
The Widow and Dame FortuneA young widow, having just left her husbands grave, was overcome by grief as she walked and thus became lost in a forest nearby. Alone with her thoughts she grew angry at the death Fortune had given her husband so early on in life and cried out, ''Must thou be so cruel as to take innocent lives as easily as plucking a daisy from the earth?''. Upon her shout, Dame Fortune appeared to speak with the lady.The Widow and Dame Fortune4 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
''If you believe me to be cruel then how must you feel about yourself?'', and vanished as suddenly as she came, leaving behind her a beautiful, black daisy. The widow looked with wonder upon the daisy and was so enchanted by it's beauty she plucked it from the earth to keep for herself and therefore died, as Dame Fortune had tricked her by linking her life with the daisy.
Moral: What you may find unacceptable in others you may find within yourself.
Youths Wide EyesYouths wide eyes,Youths Wide Eyes4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Golden days and inky skies.
Breathing spring and summer deep
Cursing winters lumbering sleep.
Christmas decor, birthday cake
Limitless numbers of plans to make.
Far off adventures, mountains tall
Held inside the garden wall.
Children's stories, nursery rhymes
Recited sweetly at sleepy times.
Grassy fields, ocean waves
Exploring deep in dripping caves.
Shattering fireworks, glinting lights
Scraped up knees and holes in tights.
Autumn leaves, strewn carefree
Purple lips from the blackberry.
Frosty Winter, icy snow
Thawing fires, warm, aglow.
Humble Spring, slipping by
Her warming breath, a gentle sigh.
Monday morning, school day rush
Summer foliage, green and lush.
Childhood sights, bold and strong
Fear forgotten and joy kept long.
World viewed from youth full eyes
Golden days and inky skies
When I was little...I've traded my hot pink Barbie car,When I was little...4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
For somethig that will take me far,
That requires keys and paperwork to operate.
I've traded playing with my stuffed toys,
For having crushes on cute boys,
Who break my heart.
I've traded sandboxes and playground swings,
For malls and movies and other things,
That all the big kids do.
I've traded worrying about the monster in my closet,
For the lack of a bank deposit,
In my dry account.
I've traded those teenagers I idolized,
For being them that I viewed with eyes,
That are no longer innocent.
I traded craft time for senior project,
I traded cooties for being a reject,
From prom, instead of dancing,
To silly songs with Larry.
I miss when I was little,
Being a big kid is kind of scary.
Have you landed yet?four candlesHave you landed yet?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lit alongside patchwork dreams
fireproof and laced
with the finest lullabies,
some about white picket fences,
and some about ghostly women-
wheel barrowing through the town,
they call to strangers,
long since dead
but alive in song;
and still they ask why i have nightmares.
lit by honeycomb hearts
as if to say,
the show must go on.
i sit by the window and stare
unto mountain upon mountain upon mountain
varying emeralds that pattern my youth;
she says she accidentally used salt in the cake
instead of sugar,
but i saw her crying into the icing.
lit with the leftover kerosene
from burnt-out memories
daddy left the day before
and i hated him for crying
and i hate him for leaving
and yet in two months i will hate him more
for coming back;
there is no cake this year,
but we still get to play
lit solely by summer heat
i run along the beach, sand in my hair and eyes and mind
there are presents
and there is laughter,
When We Are YoungWhen We Are Young4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we are young,
we do not understand,
only fear, and happines,
is this good,
When I was little,
I didn't know about,
broken hearts, broken bones,
light and dark,
but I was happy,
and had little to fear,
is this cause for hope?
Or for worry?
Now I am g rown,
and I have known,
opression, and hope,
had broken hearts,
and broken bones,
heard of God, war,
and think I know,
light from dark,
am I better for it?
A Child Asks Her Grandmother:A Child asks her Grandmother:A Child Asks Her Grandmother:4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Granny, where do we go when we die?
And the Grandmother responds:
When I die, I will go
to the family plot in Arizona.
With any luck, your Aunt will too.
By then there will be no room
For you, dear Child.
So your Mother and
The rest of you
Will have to go to Oregon
Where your Father lies
In his family's mausoleum.
The Child remains silent
And then pipes: Oh.
She goes away
And tells her Younger Sister
(Who originally asked the question):
Heaven is either
With Granny in Arizona
Or Daddy in Oregon.
When I Was Little...I could write about the happy timesWhen I Was Little...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Times of playing Indian,
Black Walnuts in hand,
Fresh off our giant back-yard tree,
Drawing on the driveway,
Fully intending to plaster war paint
All over our sun-burnt faces
I could write about times with friends
How my first true friend
Up and went away
Moved far away to another town
Never to be heard of again
While I reminisced
Over the Little Tykes kitchen we used to play with
Or the new friends I made
The ones I met in Kindergarten
Or the younger girls across the way
For some reason, ever since
I get along best with people not my age
I could write about the school nights,
Stuck in my room,
Chalk in hand,
Textbooks splayed open,
Writing on an chalkboard with a broken frame,
Teaching the "kids" in my imagination
As I figured out the answers to my homework
And how it took me hours more than it was supposed to
I could write about my pets
A dog, who eventually died
Just to be replaced by another
A cat that ran away,
Replaced by a cat that we had to g
Beams of Heaventhe sun shines through, those holes of darkness,Beams of Heaven4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the clouds go by, in blissful sight.
The angel's melody, leaks through the sky,
creating blissful and beautiful rays.
the humans below, look up in wonder,
at the heavenly sight, that has been created.
awe-struck and mesmerized, their eyes have glazed over.
they think they see god, but do they?
the darkness comes back, covering the beauty.
the people come out of their haze.
the melody stops, no longer seeping through,
the sunshine fades away.
When I was little...When I was little,When I was little...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I played with my dolls
and read the fairy tales
of the pretty princesses
and their happily ever afters.
When I was little,
I picked the flaming flowers
and ran amongst the grass
of green and looked to
the sun with pride.
When I was little,
I saw a different world
and believed that the God
of the world could save us
and I was sure.
Now that I have grown;
I still read the fairy tales,
I still pick the flowers,
yet I can't look to the sun with pride,
or believe in a "God".
This is because I lost my faith; my faith in humanity.