A+C chapter 2Chapter two: Getting straightA+C chapter 26 years ago in Humor More Like This
Camael hadnt even realized they had reached the car as he went over some of the things he had said in the past to his partner. He recalled when they first met or rather when he was suspended and told he would be working on earth with a partner until his attitude improved. Of course how could any of them have understood what he had felt after the Holymassis? He felt betrayed and paranoid of the few remaining Princi and with good reason. He was angry, so very angry; being that he was of the lower Step he could feel a wider variety of emotions than the higher Step, like Seraphim who could only comprehend perfect love.
The moment they brought Apolon to him, he was infuriated. He could not believe they would partner him with a Princi after what he had been through. He had been the one to banish them, the one who sent his brothers and sisters out to battle against the onslaught of fallen warriors. The anger he felt frightened him then and it still did. It
A+C chapter 4Chapter 4: CaughtA+C chapter 45 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Camille! Oh my God, I cant believe you live next door to my parents, small world huh? How come you never called me back about the date? Stephaney asked as Camael stood in shock. His eyes flew to the house, making sure that Apolon wasnt watching them. Well uh I was so busy, I meant to call you back but you know how life can be. Camael lied but now he would have to give an answer on the date So ? Is it a yes or a no? Stephaney asked cocking her head; she had a lovely smile but not like Apolons
Camael shook his head and tried to pretend he didnt just think that. Yes, I would like that. He said and cleared his throat; his eyes flew to the window again. Awesome. Stephaney said then followed his eyes. what, is your wife watching us or something? She asked suddenly, it brought his attention back to her wicked grin. No I mean, I am no
Alpha Tactics: Chapter 02Alpha Tactics: Chapter 026 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rating: Mature (eventually)
Genre(s): Fantasy, Yaoi
Warnings: Violence, Slavery, eventually sex, and possibly other things...
The opening Birthday Ceremony was always such a boring affair. And Prince Reynard was quickly loosing patience with the entire long painful process.
It seemed that no matter how many hands he shook or how many ambassadors he greeted that there were always 20 more waiting to bombard him with fake pleasantries and dull, unimportant conversation. And none of them had anything more interesting to say than the one before.
Only years of strict social training managed to keep the blond prince from ordering the whole lot of them tossed out of the castle so that he might be saved from an evening of power plays veiled in polite dry socializing. The thought was so terribly tempting, though.
Sometimes Reynard really hated the position he was born into. Given the choice, he would much rather have spent his birthday
Alpha Tactics: Chapter 00 - 01Alpha Tactics: Chapter 00 - 016 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rating: Mature (eventually)
Genre(s) : Fantasy, Yaoi
Pairing(s) : Valko and Reynard (possibly others later...)
Warnings: Violence, Slavery, eventually sex, and possibly other things...
The sharp crack of the fighters leg breaking was drowned out by the bloodthirsty cheers of the crowd that surrounded the fighting ring. Scores of humans coming to watch the bloody battle of life and death played out exclusively for their entertainment.
From a distance the fighter might almost have passed for a human himself; a lean male figure with pale skin and shaggy blond hair. But even from a distance the round furry ears and long slender tail gave him away for what he truly was; a hybrid, a strange mix of man and animal. From closer up the differences became even more distinct. Yellowish discoloration and black cheetah spots painted its way in patches over his skin, sharp claws, fangs, and luminous golden eyes that were anything but human.
The crowd watc
Freak on a leashFreak out to a scrounging tuneFreak on a leash5 years ago in Other More Like This
Pumping blood and full moon
As talk obliged from those who swoom
Awaiting an expected doom
But no, we're here
No end is near
A heart bleeds me
Amongst a cooling wind
Amid a pale draft
Yield the imaginary lane
Leads to no where
No place, no care
Why go there?
Because it's all the same
No-thing to name or blame or tame...
You, a chaotic cringe of a being
Step up and say you love me
Step up and say you care
As I merge through your blank stare
Word DoodleWord doodleWord Doodle6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
such a dilletante
to try to flaunt
a verbal taunt
at her crazy aunt -
who does she think she's fooling?
In her space so plush
Aunt makes a sailor blush
Deb's head's all a-rush --
Just another victim who walks away drooling
A Handful of WaterA Handful of Water1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Holding onto you is like holding onto a handful of water. No matter how hard you try, it will eventually just slip right between your fingers.
nature's lovely lienever think you are right.nature's lovely lie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are wrong
the day you are born human.
it is unnatural
for love to be people
who are so close
while all the time hate each other
we are mistaking
this silly game of mating.
but our ears are buzzed
and our eyes are stained
with freckles and chest muscles
and butterfly lips fragile
on the face
in the heat of night
tousled hair and
this is nature
with the best lie
it's ever told.
you are two school-crossed
like the dark
to a moth
i used to love you
but she wants you
and you want to be inside her
in your bridal bed reminiscing
on your childhood.
maybe you'll remember
that time we escaped
from the movie theater
into cool fall rain
and you dragged me into
a little shed in front of
the home depot.
and we kissed
pushing up against the dusty plywood
and we froze
each time the headlights of a car
would fill our hideout.
i smile thinking i told you
i only did it because
you had volunteered
at the hau
TheaterThis theater is empty,Theater3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the void of its auditorium is a dark, dark place.
Cigarette embers lie like fluorescent roses on top of dusty carpets, forming constellations of golden threads smoldering into oblivion.
I'm a broken statue that eternally observes the movements of lingering ghosts, clandestine twirling of unspeakable curses that roll of the tongue of a great stormy wind captured inside this forsaken cinema.
These chambers are forgotten,
there's something about nothingness - how comfortable it becomes bestowed upon one.
This theater is empty,
and wishes to stay that way.
A Hymn Along the MarshesO rolls of thunder,A Hymn Along the Marshes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hear my cries,
And carry them to
O torrential rains,
Part the sea,
And wash away
This sin that buries me.
O bright lighting,
Bold and true,
Strike me with the courage
That possesses you.
O heavens above,
Pure and right,
Just give me the strength
To last the night.
O gracious stars,
Gyrating above my head,
Promise to light the way
Until I lay dead.
O honest winds,
To whom my secrets I entrust,
Carry my prayers
Until I am dust.
O precious ground,
Firm beneath my feet,
Help me stand proud
Though I am weak.
Pure and true,
Let me just once
Again find you.
Me and My Shadowi.Me and My Shadow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver nightscape. I leap back onto the thorns, onto the blue leaves and pray my shadow seeks dry ground. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention.
My shadow ripples to the privacy of the umbrellas. Some aquatic acacias were born like that, shaped like the human plastic as though it would dispel their liquefied sin. I think about joining him, bu
anaplasiaanaplasia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
conspiring their exodus
clamoring for the cool negligence
lost tongues in long weeping throats
glut of heartmatter
alabaster, pollen, necrotic silk
i'll empty their blasphemies
from broken tusks
spilling the elocution of bliss
so it does not reach the dead.
Fall From GraceCandles burn, casting haunted shadows on the bare walls of my tomb. Though, I can find no comfort in the silence or solitude of my existence. I walk with demons weighing on my frozen heart - with only dismal memories of life and hope to rescue me from falling away all at once. In the darkness of the soul, I prey on the heavenly essence of those who have yet to live a single life-time. Shrouded by Death's restless wave of vile torment, I seek a path that may lead me to salvation. Never a celestial being, but a fallen prince damned to burn in the guilt of a blasphemous eternity. Forever condemned to wander in the night, and to drink in the emptiness of the dark. Forbidden to gaze again on Apollo's Decent. The only sunset's I may witness dwell in the decaying mirrors of my victims eyes. Blood remains a gift from the Devil - something of an unjust familiarity. A sanguinary resurrection of a beast too wild to tame, too jaded to care. Nevertheless, I accept this unholy chalice, shake his scaFall From Grace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Music Is YouMusic Is You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Music is the melody for feelings
The symphony for secrets
The lyrics for love
Music is the way your eyes shine,
the way your lips touch mine,
your voice harmonizing over time
You're all that I think about
And all that I dream about
How did I ever live without
your beautiful eyes?
They're my demise
With the music running through me
I have to go to you and just be
Baby, be my melody<3
First Day of KindergartenI like to eat cereal,First Day of Kindergarten3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh yes, It is true,
But instead of dousing it with milk,
I cover mine with glue!
I eat my cereal with a side of crayons,
Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get some from my friend Pam.
I can't wait to go to school,
And learn lots of brand new things.
Like reading, writing, arithmatic,
And how to make bird wings.
I'm so excited yes, I am,
It will be such fun,
To meet my friends both old and new,
and maybe some odd ones!
Bad dayBad day4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's a bad day today
Tried to suffocate myself again
But it didn't work
Just woke up some memories
Such a pain in the ass
Life has lost the meaning again
It flew out the window
Just around the time you broke my trust
I always expected to end up here again
Just not so soon
I seem to attract bad people
They fix me up
Then break my arms
My head is pounding
People are screaming
Lights are flashing
I wish they would stop
It's starting to give me a headache
Yelling Written WordsYelling Written Words4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
If you write me a letter
with your heart full of hate
your words will burn away the paper,
leaving ashes in its wake.
Please keep your written voice down,
the yelling hurts my heart.
Just please don't ask my secrets of me,
it will only make this
that much worse.
Delving deep inside myself,
I push you far away.
These wounds mean nothing to me,
not a feather or a sand grain.
My hands are burnt,
my heart is scarred,
just leave me be,
I'm too far gone.
BlindI was blind.Blind4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not in my eyes, but in my heart. I never fully understood what my child was becoming until it was too late, far too late. There were signs, of course, hints of her true nature, but I was blinded by the love I felt for this child who had become my own.
Blinded. Blinded by love, blinded by beauty, blinded by the utter wickedness of this sweet little girl.
Looking back, I curse myself for not realizing sooner what she truly was. It all seems so obvious now. But thenthenwhen she was growing upit was not so. For who would suspect that such a pretty little girl could be planning such things?
And she was a very pretty little girl. I would dote on her for hours, placing jewels round her neck and ribbons in her hair. I adored her hair. It was long, and smooth, and shiny brown, and I would sit with her by the fireplace and comb it long into the evening.
Once, as I was doing this, she twisted in my arms and faced me. "Mama," she said, in that sweet voice that all yo
Waifish DollInk is bleeding through the snow white wallsWaifish Doll4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grasping finger-bony branches
That crackle and sink to the shadow blankets
Where a music box is somewhere, floating amidst the biting waves
A hand, my own, thrashes for the pen to hoist me back upon my butterfly-winged ship
Where the little doll, the soul I possessed in what masqueraded as a fairy tale
Sits in her silver cage, stares at me through her window, where she would gaze into time to drift herself into me
Into my skin and blood
The castle that paints my fair facade
She may sink into the sea of ink, the ocean where existence ceases
And she may never be more than the waifish doll
Who, with innocuous glass eyes
Penetrates me forever
Until I can breathe, and fly, a fairy gathering of chimerical petals
Present in creation
TuesdayYou write the words so no one will understand, it isTuesday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tuesday again, always Tuesday, even when it
is Friday and the school across the street shrieks with excitement, the
walls have ears and you say it is Tuesday and carefully write a list
of what you have and have not allowed yourself, because
it is always Tuesday and the walls shake their heads,
and trace the lines of your notes, shorter every week, but not
every day because it is not Tuesday and you can write what you
need, the walls do not have ears.
You do not use the phone because the words have slipped from your grasp,
the subtle difference between careful and controlled, the words on the paper
say I had an English degree as if it has fallen between the crack in the night
between yesterday and today. You say, fine, a word that says exactly what
you did not want it to, but you fold your shirt against your body, soft as tissue
until only your hands grasp themselves, twisted like birds,
No BreathCaressing your mandibleNo Breath3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my kiss through tissue
and muscle; past all flesh,
sinking deep into bone
and feeling the euphoria that is you.
I am soaked into you
my other soul.
Without you, I have no jaw,
no leg bones
Sentimente pierduteSentimente pierdute4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
o ultima atingere, un ultim sarut,
o ultima privire, pierduta-n trecut.
tot ce a fost, tot ce am avut
e sters, uitat, pierdut.
si a ramas un gol ce doare,
lacrimi calde si amare,
amintirea ce-mi apare,
doar in vis si-apoi dispare.
unde ne-am pierdut de noi?
printre ganduri de apoi
murdarite de noroi.
sentimentele-au fost pure,
mai putin sau mult sigure,
dar au vrut sa ni le fure
cei cu inimi reci si sure.
si acum e-atat de greu
dar stiu, in sufletul meu,
ca de azi mereu, mereu,
vor vorbi de tu si eu.