Witchcraft"It is rather unnatural for me to be here right now, but there are not natural times," the farmer said with a grim countenance. "I have come to you because I am going to die."
The witch leaned forward, surveying her guest. He was not unlike the other men who regularly came to her for advice, with simple clothes that were slightly torn and ragged but still adequate, tanned skin from his outdoor labour, and strong calloused hands from his work in the field. "And why do you believe that?"
"I have seen omens," the farmer replied. "My crops, you see, which I constantly tend to ensure their prosperity, that were grown on the same field that had grown many plentiful harvests in the past, have failed without reason. And last week I went down to the paddock where I keep my cows to find them all lying on the ground, strewn about, as they would have been standing before their lives were taken so suddenly and with no discernable cause. My farm is dead. And it is all in preparation for when I will
Breaking Fall The morning rain fell around me, shining slightly in the light of the small sliver of sun that was beginning to peer over from the East. The movie set I was shooting on was located on a picturesque stretch of grassland, which would have appeared like a Garden if Eden of sorts if it wasn't for the plumes of dark grey city-smoke on the horizon. The cross-country train station was completely deserted. Perfect. There was no one to see me, no one to find me, no one to recognise me...Breaking Fall4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" came the shrill cries of the paparazzi as the world famous movie star fought his way from the set back to his trailer. "Could you answer a few questions?" He ignored the onslaught and pushed his way past the hordes of fans, journalists, and magazine photographers. He didn't need this, not now. He had just received the worst phone call of his life and they wanted him to interrogate him about it? "Will you give us a quote?" He
Lady DeathThey think Death is the Reaper,Lady Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying his scythe,
Able to disappear into vapour,
Like a shadow in light.
But no, Death takes the shape,
Of a person, a woman at that,
With a pitch black cloak a flowing cape,
A crucifix of coal, and grace like a cat.
On rhinestone boots she treads the land,
With midnight eyes she tracks her prey,
A spear of onyx in her hand,
Her hair of ink soaking up every sun's ray.
She dons a studded ebonite vest,
With denim of iron sitting on her hip
A blood stained cutlass at her wrist,
Rings of beryl through her lip.
Her ears are pierced with needle sharp bone,
Her eyelids smudged with ash,
Her mouth a deep, blood-red tone,
the colour of night on each eyelash.
So who is this Queen of Darkness?
Who can she be?
An answer finally comes to a question ageless.
Death, is me.
HeroI'm haunted by your imageHero4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Infected by your every lie
How can I believe your words?
"True love won't ever die"
So diverse from the others
In ways that weren't all pure
Only when my eyes were unlocked
Open wide to your true nature
A false image you performed
To try and lure me in
But I am not your game
I'm here to rid you of your sins
To me, the truth was known
Thought I could be your saviour
But I failed, and I'm sorry
Inside your heart; a traitor
Now you said, "I love you"
Said, "You are beautiful"
But trickery alone is not enough
Your words; unbelievable
I gave you your chance
You let yourself down
Your fate is in your hands
Do not give up... may a hero be found
Your image infected
Can true love die?
Diverse in ways
My eyes open wide
False image to try
But your game was known
I failed your heart
One Big MysteryWhat's considered "girlfriend material"?One Big Mystery4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is what it seems
I'm none of those.
Never have been,
Never will be
It's only my fault of course
"I am who I am,
And there's no changing that"
So will I forever be lonely?
Will I forever see that there is no hope for my true happiness?
Or will things change?
Will it get better,
Like it did last time?
Or will it crumble,
Crumble into a million pieces
Like it has so many times before
I do not know
I will never know
For what is life,
But one big mystery?
Happy EndingsHappy Endings Are Just Fairytales That Haven't Finished YetHappy Endings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They stand in the courtyard in their finery, the Prince of the land dressed in a majestic black tunic and the daughter of the kingdom's richest Lord draped in the glorious white silks of her gown. The people cheer as they walk past, throwing ribbons and flowers at the newlywed couple. The Prince basks in the attention, smiling and waving at the crowd as he leads his bride toward the castle gates.
It should be me.
It should be me at his side, wearing his ring, spending his wedding night. How many times had he told me that? How many times had he whispered words of love in my ear, telling me that I was the only woman for him, promising that we would be together forever?
And how many times had I believed him.
I should have known, I should have realised that a Prince like him would never marry a common girl like me. But I didn't. Instead, I lived thoughtlessly by his side as his mistress, his paramour, oblivious to the whisp
TwoThe small sliver of sun that was just beginning to peak over the East cast a pale yellow light over the small park, making the drops of dew clinging to each blade of grass sparkle like a thousand diamonds. Two figures sat on the edge of the park on an old bench that once, many years ago, might have been painted green, but now had worn away to the bare, weathered wood.Two4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day had begun.
* * *
The figure in white took a deep breath, her short summer dress fluttering around her. She closed her eyes and began to count in her head. She wouldn't be staying long, just a minute in the frigid morning air before it would be back inside for her studies. The childhood of a future top grade private lawyer didn't have time for lazing around.
60, 59, 58, not much time. She only had a minute in the morning to ready her mind, then it would be time to go to her morning classes, followed by the day at her expensive private school, followed by more classes with professional tutors, all paid for by
Pandora's BoxAt first I loathed that woman,Pandora's Box5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pandora, who released the evils,
Into the world we live in,
And destroyed the human race.
But then I reconsidered,
For she had kept trapped the evil,
Of foresight, and had given us,
The light in the darkness,
The hero in war,
The one who nursed us from birth,
Like a glow in the fog,
Like a numb in the pain,
It is the silver lining on the cloud,
Hope, happiness, haven,
We owe it all to the woman,
Who let out all the horrors, except one,
And became both mankind's villain, and hero.
Invisible ChainsInvisible Chains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound by invisible chains
Beseech the unknown for a knight
Open the cage to be set free
A key to open the lock
The lock that lives in my mind
Trapped in darkness
Hidden inside shadows
Sunlights flames are craved
Burn the flesh of the blameless
Surrounded by nightmares
Enemies inside myself
Weakness in the quake
Hush the sound of silence
Seize my handcuffs
Release me into my screams
Memories a trap
It lies in wait
Safety knocks on my door
Death twists the handle
Encircle the disease
Take the blind to darkness
Leave me to my madness
Blacken the unseen
Bound by invisible chains
VictoryVictory4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Battle your dreams and thoughts
Find allies in your belief
Smash the concrete when unwanted
Ignore the concealed grief
Find your reasons for the fight
Control and plan for glory
Courage stands strong against the storm
So you can tell the story
But first you must conquer
The combat deep inside
Only then can you find victory
Your heart must not divide
I Am WinterI warn you, I'm blizzards by the dozen,I Am Winter4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each surface glassy ice and powder snow,
Frost, sleet, hail, and all else that is frozen,
Is all that I am, is all that I know.
It seems that she'd been with me since the bud,
With me before I existed at all,
She said she wanted love, she took my blood,
Her teeth in my vein, she drained all my soul.
Her breath is vanilla, part of her spell,
And I thought it would be mine to keep,
I gave her my heart, she took it as well,
Like slipping into cold eternal sleep.
Lips on mine drank my warmth, she's the hunter,
I'm all that she left me, I am winter.
Bed Time StoryI told this story to my two-and-a-half-year-old sister tonight, and if anyone is wondering who on Earth tells stories like this, just keep in mind that young children enjoy stories of just about any subject matter, as long as it flows and contains elements they like. As for my sister, she likes the planets, bunnies, paintings, and has a habit of memorising names that she hears regularly (say, politicians perhaps).Bed Time Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you think this is ridiculous, well, just think of it as a very serious postmodern stream-of-consiousness piece.
You know how Mercury is a rocky ball? Well it's very small, so small in fact that it was carried by a bunny. The bunny and Mercury decided to journey to Saturn where they met a television who told them that a bird was going to land on Pluto. And then another bunny joined them, so the two bunnies, the television, and Mercury went to Pluto, where they found the bird that was landing and it was an eagle. They also found a Kevin Rudd Memorial Bunny and a Tony Abbott
FearI stand, the night closing around me,Fear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into the dark whirlpool of black,
I feel the cold wind lash at my skin,
I am afraid.
Nowhere to turn,
Nowhere to go,
Lost in the woods,
Stranded in a void of nothingness.
Rustling of leaves,
Frozen I stand,
My heart racing in my chest,
The silence like a thick blanket,
There is a tap on my shoulder.
I force myself to move,
What did you do?Wow.What did you do?4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Oh my Gosh, wow ..
What is this?
Why do I feel so tense all of a sudden?
What is this force that pounds against my chest.
It's pounding so hard it almost hurts.
I can hear my heartbeat in my head, why is it so loud?
I feel faint, I feel light headed.
Have I been drugged? Have you done this to me?!?
My mouth feels so dry It's so hard to swallow!
I can't breathe! I can't fucking breathe!!
Shit, I'm burning up! Where has this fever come from?
It feels so hot in here, everyone else looks just fine!
Why doesn't anyone else feel this heat?
It just me why is it just me? What is this?
How did you do this?
All you did .was look at me .
into the magicFall into the magic.into the magic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See it through to the end.
Never let it die. Bring it to life once again.
Never stop imaging.
Never stop believing.
Just For A MomentShe gazes across the roomJust For A Moment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up and down
With bedroom eyes
All over her face
She swooned her easily
Took her by the hand
And lead her back
Into her room
She laid her down
Oh so gently on her bed
Made her dance
Made her swim
Made her feel
Like no man could
Sent her on highest highs
Yelling in ecstasy
All music to her ears
As she clung to her tight
Whispers of love
And a never-ending night
But she had to release her
She had no choice
For the little one had to return
To the arms of her man
She knew from the start
it was a one night stand
Nothing less nothing more
She had set her hopes too high
None-the-less she was happy
She got what she had wanted
The girl she loved so was hers
Even for just a moment
So she fell asleep fulfilled
Clutching her pillow
And pretending once more
Just for a moment
I can't help but think...'Why am I shaking?'I can't help but think...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tell me. Why are you shaking?
Do you know why you're here?
'Well... It's because I have to, isn't it?'
You have to. Why?
'They're making me come?'
You don't sound convinced.
Do you want me to help you?
With anything, I suppose.
'I don't need help.'
Then why are you shaking?
'I never said that.'
But you were going to.
Are you shaking?
'I suppose... I suppose it's because I can't stop.'
Broken MindTwo scars across my chest,Broken Mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand scars to match the rest,
Of the broken mind inside.
Two scars across my chest,
Look at me, a bleedin' mess,
Everyone says they know what's best,
For the broken mind inside.
The Phantom of a DreamThe world goes up in flames,The Phantom of a Dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feel the fire in your heart.
Not those made by true love,
Instead of a dying one.
My throat is numb,
Too sore to feel.
So I whisper to the room,
To a phantom of a dream,
To a being out there
I hope to exist.
My cracked lips breathe,
But whether my plea is heard,
Whether anyone will answer,
I know is not up to me.
I must stop the begging,
Stop the asking,
So instead I have one last request.
Now as my eyes go dark,
My skin glows red,
I mutter to that other world,
"Kill me instead..."
Classify MeThe king in which he will defineClassify Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A right among men
Claimed against the will of lesser
Unable to defend
A useless bow without its arrow
Live a life without your shield
Controlled by the imaginary
Soon a sword you'll wield
Good and bad in unity
Differences so mere
Who has the name to bestow?
Are we so truly clear?
I ask in earnest
When will the riotous betray?
The lonely life of a child
Where will hide the false prey?
We live inside our own minds
Doors closed and then ajar
We are ruled without our knowing
So close and yet so far
The Truth The TruthThe Truth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See, the funny thing with people
They like to create things
But they don't like to look
Upon their creation.
See, the funny thing with people
They like to make messes
But not clean them up.
See, the funny thing with people
CharadesVibrant colours conceal your faceCharades4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The essence of this soul is locked away
Fool the naïve with tiny tricks
Each will have a price to pay
Touch the soul suffocating inside
Descend into the unsound
This exterior will crumble
A heart begins to pound
Unmask the unwilling
Pretense will be washed clean
Falsehood will no longer take place
An end to the unseen
Open these eyes
The mask is gone
This façade has ceased
View the new dawn
Set your eyes upon mere fiction
Charades brings only pain
None can live this way
Death underneath a credulous game
Love At First SightDo you know that feeling?Love At First Sight4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You look in the smiling eyes of a stranger just for seconds.
And though you can't clearly remember the look, you never forget it.
You don't know the colour or anything like this anymore.
But you're sure you'd recognize those eyes if you'd meet them again.
You meet them again.
Though your hearts knows them, you're unsure.
Are they really those ones?
Then they start smiling again.
Whether you want or not, you're smiling, too.
Because you're happy to see that smile again.
You can watch them a little longer.
After minutes you start finding out about their colour.
From now on you have no bigger wish than meeting those eyes a third time.
Right after the conversation you have already forgotten the colour, again.
When they leave you, your eyes fill with tears.
Your heart is begging to have a next sight, you keep searching.
You can't concentrate anymore. You're just trying to find those eyes.
All nights you're dreaming about them, wondering what person could have such
No longer a jokeI remember when I used to jokingly sayNo longer a joke3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Sorry, I'm only into girls"
Or when me and my best friends would pretend to be a couple
To steer away boys.
It never occurred to me that it could actually be true
I had female friends who liked girls
And male friends who liked guys
But still, It never occurred to me that I could be just like them.
I never really questioned my sexuality or why I still hadn't crushed on a boy
I figured I was just picky, nothing wrong with that.
Then she walked into my class her glittery green eyes catching my brilliant
Blue her voice felt like my personal song.
I ignored the inkling in my chest that maybe boys really weren't my taste
And continued my jokes.
One day a dear friend asked
"Do you like her?"
Aghast I denied while trying to ignore the obvious truth.
"Well, she likes you."
My heart beat fast my palms sweat I could have sworn I finally felt butterflies
My time with her became more frequent and my sexuality become more clear
And the next time I said