Windsbraut : poem :Windsbraut : poem :3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Träumend wächst Zukunft
an deiner leichten Hand...
Du stösst die Fenster auf.
Deine drei Worte in der Luft
wie schwimmende Inseln
Ich lege mich um dich
ein bauschiger Vorhang
Es empfängt mich
dein kehliges Flüstern
- heimliche Zauberzeichen
auf samtener Haut -
( die unsichtbare Tinte
entzifferst du )
Deine schönen Augen
die nach innen sehn
( und eine Nacht
die ihren Morgen nie findet )
die du die rote Sonne des Drachen
Goldknabe, ich bin hier!
La Trilogie des PrintempsLa Trilogie des Printemps4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La trilogie des printemps.
Ici, le printemps est une trilogie du temps.
C'est un fruit fragile qui s'ouvre en trois pelures.
Il s'en vient en douce et se sauve à toute allure.
Et un jour on se dit que c'était le printemps.
C'est une entre saison d'un temps qui se compose
D'un hiver qui s'étire pour ne pas partir,
D'un délavé austère où tous les bruns chavirent
Et d'un temps où les fleurs et tous les verts explosent.
La saison du printemps blanc allonge l'hiver,
Cet amant éconduit qui lutte et qui s'accroche.
Plein de chutes de neige en rappel des hier
Où le froid mordait même l'acier et les roches.
La neige fraîche tombée au sol le matin,
L'ivresse troublante d'une chair frémissante
Que la douce clarté habille gémissante
Tel le nacre du sperme léchant une main.
Le froid qui mord la nuit et l'insensibilise,
Le soleil qui tente de réchauffer le jour.
Les matins et soirs basculant presque touj
Do you hear the doggies sing? Do you hear the doggies sing?Do you hear the doggies sing? 2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Singing the song of stinking men
It is the music of a doggies who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your bone
Echoes the ringing of your phone
There is a wife about to starve
When the Spartans come!
Sucedio cap 2Sucedió; Cap. 2Sucedio cap 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
F: Jake! Marcy! Oh my glob! estais aqui!
ML: Marceline! Hacia decadas que no venías por aquí? Dónde te habías metido?
M: En mi casa, y tu que, ya tienes novia?
ML: Claro, que te pensabas?
M: Tu novia? Jajaja, es mentira!
ML: Pues no, es Fionna! Y tu tienes Marcy?
M: No, de momento...
J: Hey! y ustedes desde cuando se conocen?
ML: Cientos de años atras
F: Marcy, por que no nos habias hablado sobre este portal antes?
M: Acaso me preguntaste? Hahaha
F: Marshall, quien es Fionna? I donde esta?
ML: Ella es tu opuesto, y estará en una misión al Dulce Reino -.-
J: Porque no vamos a ayudarla? Así vemos como es y de paso vamos a ver al opuesto de Bonnie!
ML: A Gumball? Pff...
Salimos de la casa de Marshall para ir donde mi contraparte para ayudarle y conocerla , en el camino solo íbamos Jake, Marshall y Marceline con sombrilla ya que era de dia y yo. El camino se nos hizo largo pero al fin habíamos llegado y vimos a Fionna combatiendo con un experimento fallido del príncipe Gum
THE DREAM PRINCESSTHE DREAM PRINCESSTHE DREAM PRINCESS2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Standing before the dark house, Tashia remembered everything her parents had ever told her about the dream realm. Their nightly visits into her dreams were filled with fantastic tales that only the king and queen of the dream world could know. She wished to be with them, but one day she would be Queen, and to rule the dream world, they told her she must first understand the ways of the physical world.
Something was wrong, though. It had been three nights since their last visit and her once wonderful dreams had turned to nightmares.
During one of his rare journeys into the real world, her father had given her two items she would need to gain entrance to the kingdom of dreams – a small key that dangled on a chain around her neck and an enormous ring.
Tashia held the ring behind her back as she slowly crept towards the house. For a moment she thought she saw a large eye lash flutter in a window; then heard a booming female voice.
“Halt child,” the v
ANGELINADan Reed hated the ocean.ANGELINA2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hated its mystery, its vastness, and being newly divorced…..he especially hated its romantic reputation. There really wasn’t much in his life that he did like at the moment, and the thought of investigating the disappearance of a fellow NYC police officer and a small group of tourists in an isolated, Italian fishing village didn’t leave him wearing his best mood.
“I can’t believe I got stuck with this,” he complained to his partner, Paul. “I wanna catch this creep as much as anyone, but does anyone here even speak English?”
“I doubt it,” Paul replied, shining a flashlight on the dock. “We’re pretty far off the usual tourist path.” The blue moon gushed like a spotlight over the beach, exposing four masses of blood and hair. The smell was rancid and hung like cobwebs over the sand. “God, it looks like someone exploded.”
“It’s strange there isn
Life of BloodOne man. One chainsaw. One school.Life of Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sucedio cap .1Sucedió; Cap. 1Sucedio cap .12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Todo comenzo un dia normal y corriente, excepto porque era mi cumpleaños.Bonnie nos avisó de que un ser extraño i fuerte atacaba al reino y a la dulce gente, y Jake y yo tuvimos que acudir.
F: Bonito dia para AVENTURAS!! Espero que sea divertido, que hoy cumplo años, hahaha
J: Venga, sube Finn, cuando antes lleguemos al dulce reino mejor!
Había monstruo, era grande y negro, asi que era hora de aventuras! Era fuerte, i me envió de un golpe lejos, dándome si contra una pared, del golpe me dejó inconsciente.
J: Fin! Donde estas? FIN!- Llamaré a marceline, ella me ayudara.
J:Marcy, sal! Tenemos problemas! Ayudame a buscar a Finn!
M: Vale ya voy...
Fuimos al bosque a buscar a Finn, i no lo encontramos, pero si encontramos algo:
J: Qué es esto? Tu sabes algo de esto marcy?
M: Uh, es mi casa, no será aquel...
J: Entremos por el, seguramente Finn esté allí dentro
Una vez d
The Last LetterDear Cacee,The Last Letter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm glad I waited to write this as long as I have. 5 months ago I would have told you about all the things we would do once we got into the world. I would have told you all I would do for you. 3 months ago I would have told you I missed you. I was lonelier than I had ever been before after I couldn't talk or see you anymore. I missed the way you made me feel most of all. 6 weeks ago I would have told you about how much my feeling have diminished over time. I would have told you I was moving on and I would have thanked you for all the memories. I would have thanked you for showing me the best sides of myself. Of course this brings me to now. What do I want to say that all those times I couldn't say? That is very simple. It is that I will always miss you. Over the last 6 weeks I have come to realize there is a part of me that will always wish you would come back. I have also come to accept that you never will. You have shown me through your actions that you have moved on and
Mais Um Setembro"Na Terra da Memória, o tempo é sempre agora.Mais Um Setembro6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
No Reino do Passado, o relógio faz tiquetaque... Mas seus ponteiros nunca se mexem.
Há uma porta não-encontrada (ah, perdida) e a memória é a chave que a abre."
Eu me vejo, uma criança acordando descabelada no berço.
É seu primeiro aniversário. Ou talvez o segundo.
Me vejo, mais tarde, assustado com pesadelos a noite.
Estou aprendendo a andar de bicicleta perto da praça.
Meu pai me solta, olhem, aprendi!
Estou me afogando aos 4 anos na aula de natação.
Estou ganhando o torneio em outra piscina 6 anos depois.
Oito anos depois, estou chorando por um amor perdido.
Dois anos antes, estou radiante por descobrir o amor.
É 13 de setembro, 1990. Chove.
Algumas pessoas no hospital me olham. Mal aprendi a chorar.
Mesmo assim, estou conseguindo arrancar sorrisos das pessoas.
É 13 de setembro, 2007. Chove.
Estou em uma escada. Não estou sozinho.
Frozen pt. 1 - YAOIPart One - The JournalFrozen pt. 1 - YAOI7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The snow fell lightly against the glass, chilling the pane and causing spider-webs of frost to crackle along the edges. The cool December breeze flowed freely through the open window, tiny flakes of snow skittering across the wood floor of the only bedroom on the second floor of the house. Soft gray clouds rolled overhead, tossed by the light wind until they were broken apart into fine wisps. Winter was never a harsh time in this area of Europe. Always peaceful always soft.
Suppressing a shiver, Kale got up from his bed where he was reading his English assignment and crossed the floor to shut the window. The cold had never bothered him before, but the shouts of the families passing the house were distracting. His English professor liked to throw out surprise tests after reading assignments and Kale couldnt afford to fail another one.
Brushing the pale black hair from his eyes, Kale latched the window in place and shuffled back to the bed; the mattress
A Kiss in the RainHer face up turned to the skyA Kiss in the Rain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Arms Spread wide, she danced
And the rain poured down
to brush away her tears
Her laughter rang out
As she came to a halt
clothing soaked through
And he called out for her
Her eyes lit up
and she ran to him
to embrace in the rain
his soul washed clean
his hands shook
to touch her skin
all nightmares end
and she was his dawn
He pulled her close
hearts wound together
their world washed away
by a kiss in the rain
I love you.I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep,I love you.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I love you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
Is it Worth the Feelings?Your body is strong, lean,Is it Worth the Feelings?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your face is bristled with fur-silver flecks subtlety mark you.
I know you will protect me,
You whisper it everyday,
Almost a silent prayer
(But you don't believe in God).
I think I listen. At least a part of me does.
I know I can feel safe if I let myself,
I know those arms, that body, was meant to be a shield.
Yet, why is it that when I look at you, I hold onto fear?
I hold onto desperation and destruction?
Your arms are coated with spikes,
Your smile-with minute, pearly daggers- filled with venom.
Your eyes, an obsessed mind.
I shudder but I don't know why.
My mind knows your goodness,
My body knows your soft ruggedness.
You can be soft when you want to be.
And sometimes I think you beg me to let you.
But, something deep inside pulls me away from you.
Instinct? Nature? Angels?!
I believe everything has a reason
Even if the reason is too divine to be accepted.
You do not like my (re)actions.
I try to give logic to the illogical.
You have to forgive me.
What She DeservesWhen she's insecure,What She Deserves7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tell her how much you care.
When she pours out her heart,
dry up her tears and cry with her.
When she's had a long day,
listen to her pain.
When she says she loves you,
feel the same way.
Be there always;
tell her that she's pretty.
Surprise her with little displays of affection;
brighten her day when it's cold and dreary.
You can't change the world,
but you can put your arms around her.
She'll love you unconditionally,
if you do the exact opposite of what I've done to her.
What she deserves
is someone better.
Garden of DreamsI finally saw him last night,Garden of Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the failing light.
His walk was broken,
his purpose unspoken.
His slowness seemed a token
of a sadness, not so
carefully hidden, for his woe
was witnessed by none,
under the forlorn sun.
I had seen all of this before,
the bark on the tree seemed torn,
the wire from the fence was strung
along on teetering boards,
and the strange landscape sang a song unsung.
The clouds were iridescent,
and the moon shone high,
though the sun had not gone down yet.
Everything there seemed out of place,
the snow began to fall,
yet the heat had not gone at all.
The lightning without a sound,
jumped from places without a cloud.
"Who could reside here?" I thought in a whisper,
as if to hide my thoughts from some unknown listener.
I had only gotten to turn my head
ever so slightly,
to see other people,
sleeping so lightly,
though when I yelled for their attention,
I heard no sound slip from my lips.
Then as my frustration grew stronger
I was only able to keep my eyes open
Essence of BluesAn aquaintance asked once, while riding in my car,Essence of Blues3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What the hell is this shit?"
"It's the blues," I stated matter-of-factly.
We rode in silence.
We are no longer aquainted.
stardust and sun drenchedOn your birthday the sea leaves salt at your doorstepstardust and sun drenched4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a few broken pieces of seashells
That seem to no longer whisper
Their little quirky remarks
Tickling against your attentive ears
You rush across the front porch, trying to chase shadows
Footsteps against the pavements of summer heat
And when you look up at the bruised sky
Of violet against stark cerulean you start to wonder
Why the sun left you without a farewell and
When would it rise again without a 'morning'?
And the world is oblivious to you
They call you names like
'Girl with a rabbit heart'
'A lost child'
And 'little angel façade'
But in the shadows of your feigning smiles you know it's because
They envy your sun drenched hair
And staccato feet born for dancing
Across the spotlight with specks of flying fairy dust
They say you are just
A ghost of your mother
An empty dream unfulfilled
"Her clock is always
Twenty four hours and three ticks off"
They let you watch sunrises while singing
Childhood tunes with flower in yo
12 - 5 am. set two."i may not be the best president during my reign12 - 5 am. set two.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
but i'd still love myself." - me.
"how's this for taking a chance, i'm a mermaid,
your a fucking human!" -sarah.
"that's going to be my slogo." - me to sarah.
making fun of someone:
"do you still love me?"
"let me sleep on it."
Clube Dos Coracoes SolitariosNós sabíamos como voar.Clube Dos Coracoes Solitarios5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tentamos, caímos, nos levantamos.
Tentamos mais uma vez, aprendemos.
Descobrimos também como sonhar.
E como crescer. E planejar.
E a amar. E ser amado.
E dar sem querer receber.
E receber sem ter esperado.
E a entender. Saber como outros pensam.
A gostar do Sol e da chuva, do dia e da noite.
A construir nossos próprios paraísos.
Aproveitar cada dia da vida.
Lutamos. Demos tudo que tínhamos.
Aprendemos a viver. E fomos felizes.
Mas não sabíamos como cair.
E as asas sumiram. Fomos puxados.
O chão cresceu, nos engoliu.
O Inferno nem sempre é feito de fogo.
Aprendemos que sonhos morrem.
Que o mal pode vencer o bem.
Que pessoas mudam. Muito.
Que lutar por si próprio não tem graça.
Sofremos. Porque estávamos errados.
Nossas certezas, nossas bases, eram falsas.
Nossos abrigos sumiram.
Só tínhamos a nós mesmos.
E às lágrimas diárias.
E às ruínas de nossos s