lost in the oceans lullaby.i am diving into the belly of the sea.lost in the oceans lullaby.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
my hair is tangled in seaweed and my ears are full of sand. i'm following in the shadow of a pirate's ship and discovering how impossible it is to paint its hull a more beautiful shade of rust. i'm catching glimpses of mermaids in the mirrors of an underwater kingdom and befriending anglerfish and bottlenose dolphins.
i am searching in the tide pools.
i am reaching into each microscopic world and coming up with nothing but sand-encrusted fingernails and handfuls of hermit crabs. i am watching as starfish stretch their million little hands, reaching in search of something invisible to me. and my feet are becoming a home to the guppies and shellfish.
i am inhaling and exhaling with the moon.
i am lying among the sand dollars as the tide crashes overhead, washing up jellyfish and empty crustacean shells for the greedy seagulls. i can hear the ocean's secrets roaring in my arteries and my heart thumping in the nape of my neck. my vision is fading
Dreamland: Lost in OblivionThe sky broke. Just like that. Shattered, like millions of razor sharp pieces of glass that had once reflected an endless blue.Dreamland: Lost in Oblivion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Endless now found its end.
You would think such a thing would be the finish to all things Not at all. The transformation that followed the broken sky was shattering in its sheer beauty. A bizarre beauty that had always been hidden to the human eye. I thought this new sky left behind was far better than any jewel or miracle or any other splendor you could name.
Space stretched forever. That vast expanse of terrifying and mysterious magnificence showed what had lain behind endless sky. The planetary bodies sat like sleeping giants, rings aglow with color, moons travelling lethargically in orbit. Our own moon sat there, levitating, broken in half, light and dark side by side.
Within the colors of space the stars burned. Reddish gases streaking through like ribbon, appearing like a celestial waterfall pouring over the edge into nothingness.
In wonder everyone
Watery Tombs Can't LastWarm waves whisper to wash away,Watery Tombs Can't Last5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the troubled thoughts of my day,
Pull me down within your clutch
With your sweet embrace I won't fight much
For nothing else can quite be compare
To the effortless feeling of senses impaired
And nothing stops a wandering mind
Like the rough taste of air, impossible to find
So I'll clasp my eyes and sink away
Every so peacefully making my way
To the soft silky sand while I'll finally sleep
Where the downers of life can no longer seep
And once I feel rested, my sanity regained
I'll climb back out to where I once came
And smile with confusion at all that I see
Sweet chaos above, there will always be
But this chaos, this chaos, I do love it so
A place free of unrest I could never call home
And I'll disappear into the screaming as one
A world that makes sense could never be fun
HINABN - BirdsongHe'd lived in this apartment for several years now, and ever since the first night he spent there, he'd been plagued by that goddamn nightingale. 'Will you shut UP?!' he thought at it angrily, as he buried his head under his pillow every evening. The stupid thing must have been out to annoy him, for it perched right on the telephone wires right outside his bedroom window and began to sing its ridiculous song exactly two minutes after he went to bed. Every single night.HINABN - Birdsong5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His methods of dealing with the creature differed depending on his mood. Most nights he tried to ignore it, and succeeded in falling to sleep in maybe half an hour. Other times he tried to drown the noise with his favorite music, but most times found that to be even more distracting. Once or twice he'd gotten so frustrated that he actually opened up his window and threw something heavy at the bird. (He missed, but he still felt sort of guilty about it afterward.)
Eventually, the nightingale's racket
RoseShe is beautiful.Rose5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is the first thing you notice about her.
And she shimmers with the innocence
Of a child learning to speak her first words.
You will fall in love with her.
But every rose has its thorn.
And you do not want to know what hers is.
MythlessWe expected the menagerie to be a place ofMythless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rising podiums, not hanging cages, and were
Sent in with ambition still crystallized in our eyes,
Which you coveted as if they were jewels
From a Sphinx's stash. But you never did solve
This riddle How were you to preserve them?
Day by day though we roamed in open space,
We were reminded behind embellished gold bars that
We lived in a mere figment of the wild, and the
Tricks that we all performed to perfection would not
Propel us to the top of the food chain you are the only predator allowed.
Day by day, Unicorn horns were chipped away.
Here, we are the Merman, the Faun, the Centaur, who
Make melodies and shoot arrows that reach the
Gods' skies. And yet, commuters enter thinking that
This is a circus; like ruthless Valkyries striking the bold down
With peals of lightning laughter. We're left stunned at
Why you're so intent on deriding our lower halves.
Here, we are the the Kappa who struggle to reach your offerings
On Categorization of WritingOn Categorization of Writing12 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I couldn't believe there was a sign. A sign that said "Welcome to Heaven," no less. No pearly gates, though. I was disappointed. I passed under that sign and read another. "ID cards necessary. Please proceed to Lobby."
I checked in, and the lady looked at me very strangely when I told her my profession.
"Aren't you a writer?" she asked, very seriously.
"Uh-yes. This is my day job."
"Well, who cares about that?" She issued me a nice little card, with my name, deathdate, and a little picture. It was just like the AAA office, but with clouds. Underneath all of these it said "writer" in big block caps. She motioned me to St. Peter, who was standing at the turnstile and checking our cards. He grinned at me as I came up.
"A writer, huh? Sucks for you."
He motioned me down a hallway (I wondered idly how there was a hallway with all these clouds about) where I found another woman sitting behind a desk. She was sitting by a door that had "WRITERS" on it, again in that block
A Perfect Soldier - MGSYou have never been a man that cared for what others thought of you. You have never been a man that cared for others. You have never been a man that cared at all. It's not your fault. You were raised to be that way, born to be that way. Created to be that way. You are not a mere human like the rest of us, you are a superior being. Your body and health is extra-ordinarily good, and your psyche fit a soldiers perfectly. Did you never wonder why? Did you ever lay awake at night, wondering why you've joined the military in the first place? Why you were so superior to your peers? Why your superiors always expected more from you than from the others? You didn't? Do you now regret that you never questioned anything, that you always just did what they told you to do? Are you angry at yourself for just buying the family-died-in-a-car-crash-and-you-winded-up-at-a-military-orphanage-story like the dumb grunt you are? Well, that's not your fault either. You are not supposed to wonder,A Perfect Soldier - MGS8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
090. TriangleThere's a triangle of power that this world is forced to follow. Three points of supremacy that circulate the rules of the land and the lives of their followers. A geometric equation for the materialistic composition of forces that make the Earth go round and round.090. Triangle5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yao loosened his sleeves that hung down from his arms, but then converged into a tighter dressing in his midsection; it was a flaming red with spots of blue in the lining, and gold along where everyone could see. He glanced around the court with intense eyes that shone black in the sunlight and reflected the minds of his subordinates like that of an onyx mirror rimmed in gold stitches.
"The teachings of Confucius will bring great success to this empire. May we prosper in the years to come."
Arthur reached up onto the pasty white pedestal and grasped the symbol of his rule; a crown studded in red rubies, splendid sapphires, and expensive emeralds. The claws of the lions that rested u
Why?You said to "keep in touch",Why?6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
or "I will try to talk to you as soon as I can."
you betrayed me as a friend,
you dropped us like a piece of paper getting thrown out.
Or will you talk to us if you have nobody to talk with?
Why did you do that?
We won't know,
not until the next time we meet,
or not even at all.
trip to the seawhat could it be sand or algaetrip to the sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wanted to ask
what do you think it would be like to drown
to sink to the bottom
instinct guiding limbs against current
cold water filling hot lungs
the wind swallowed our words
a lonely seagull fought against the wind
we looked away only for a moment
and it was gone
and we stared-
into the undulating murk of the bay
LondonSo maybe you've never been broken-heartedLondon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never walked away
or left another standing in your indecisive wake
as I have,
because that's what this city means to me.
It's a throwback
somewhere to pretend under the garish glow of undying light
that we're living in a cartoon
a scripted glimpse
just a portion of our perfect lives
because that's enough of you.
I'm not talking to you any more
I'm talking to the one I left behind
amidst bright lights and roaring traffic
to script another episode
for my next five minutes of fame.
I hope I never see you in this city.
Future HistoryFuture History5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
20th Century AD
Man ventures into space and visits the Earth's Moon.
Various exploration vessels are sent to planets within Earth's Solar System.
The Sky Union is formed and with it the foundation of modern temporal science.
The first Tier (human genetically engineered to be smarter) is born.
The first Tier engineers the second generation of Tiers.
Cycles of mistrust, conflict and war ravage humanity as the full impact of Tiers to society is realised.
Majority of African and South American continent along with low lying landmasses now inhabitable as Green land ice sheet disappears.
Average human creativity, memory, problem solving ability, empathy and data processing continue rise exponentially as a result of ever improving technology and Tier-Human interbreeding
Rare Earth metals r
Art for Art's SakeArthur woke up slowly to the sound of voices. He had a splitting headache and his neck hurt. He tried to wipe his eyes but quickly found his wrists tied behind his back and to the chair he was sitting on. He blinked a few times to clear his vision and looked down as best as he was able. His ankles were tied to the legs of what appeared to be a heavy kitchen chair. It took a moment for this to compute as he looked around the small clearing in the dense forest growth around him.Art for Art's Sake5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could hear voices, one of which he recognised as a co-worker.
"Hey!" Arthur shouted, trying to twist around in the chair to see where the voices were "Hey! What th' heck's going on? Johnno! Untie me ya bastard!"
"Hey, Arthur's awake. Why'd you do it Arthur?" Came John's voice.
Arthur went cold "Uh. Do what, Johnno? I ain't done nuffin!"
"Don't give me that. We saw you help Michae
Unrequited LoveUnrequited Love4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Some act as if it should be daggers through your heart
for the one you love to pine after another
even if you never been together.
Darling if you fancy the moon and the stars more than you'd ever love me
if the dreams and hopes of folly and life encapture you more than any word I could ever say
then as long as your happy I'll take my leave.
This path is long and winding
we shall see each other often enough
while you flitter in out with the butterflies and lamps of your life.
But as long as your laughing or there's a grin splayed across your face.
Then be happy and waltz that dance only you truly know
and if you cry bitter tears of mourning or heart break
call out to the path you so wander
and from my side of the road I shall hear you
and there I will run to be your friend and gentle crutch.
We shall carry each other until you can walk without any aid.
And when you rush off to another direction.
Know softly I whisper your name like a prayer of hope for you
before I go off and continue o
Barefoot Today I ran barefoot. It's the only way to run. You don't know freedom until you've run without shoes. Without soles weighing you down. Or laces tying you back. Run without inhibitions.Barefoot6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Today I ran down hills and across busy streets. Feet pounding against hot asphalt. Running through cool, damp, grass. Balancing on curbs. And jogging along walls .
Today I ran down crowded sidewalks, shoes in hand, not returning glances. Silent questions hang heavy in the air. They watch me as I make my way down the street. I zig-zag past trash bins and over recycle bins. The hurdles of city life.
Today I cut across lawns. Made my way through parking lots. Past schools, silent, empty for the summer. Ran past yards with inflatable pools and grills waiting to be lit. Through hopscotches drawn in chalk. Pink dust clinging to my feet.
Today I ran barefoot. Ignoring snide remarks and odd stares. I just ran. Leaving ever
'Centaur' story He grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him. My heart was beating quickly, still, from that almost fall. "It's different here, okay? You have to be more careful- you can't just go wandering around recklessly." His voice and grip were rough, but I could tell he was really worried around me. We looked at each other for a moment, then he let go of me and turned away. I stood there for a while, the two of us standing some ways apart, in silence. I wish I could know what was going through his head- I didn't even know what was going through mine. Finally I looked up at him.'Centaur' story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're right. I'm sorry. It was very foolish and careless of me. Thank you." I wasn't sure if my soft-spoken words had reached them, but a moment later I saw his shoulders relax some as he sighed. He turned and came toward me, while I just stood there.
"Yeah, I know. Just trust me a little more next time, Squirt." He smiled and tussled my hair, and I laughed.
Two DolphinsTwo dolphins twirled and danced together in the wide, spacious seas. As two inhabitants of the waters, they would know that the seas hold millions of tales and stories of passing fishermen and passing warships and passing dump freights. The two dolphins never really thought much of the passersby, but spent time with them whenever they could-the fishermen especially enjoyed the company. As the two dolphins danced, one would sooner or later spy a small boat hanging like a cloud above them. While they acknowledged it, they simply continued their dance before they decided to go meet the strangers.Two Dolphins5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Upon the cloud lay two humans, one was a peasant, the other a princess. The peasant was given the order by the king of England to sail the princess safely to America, And he was doing a great job of it that was until their ship sunk. The captain and the crew of it was lost to the bottom of the sea, somewhere miles behind the two dolphins, deep within the abyss. The peasant, luckily, was qui
Coming Home, A Metal Gear FicTheme: DyingComing Home, A Metal Gear Fic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rated: PG-13 (for death and light language)
It was so gorgeous.
There was a tunnel and I could not see the end. However, there was a light that threatened to blind me. At first I though it was a hallucination, but as I took a deep breath, the pain proved it was indeed very real. A peculiar feeling I could not identify washed over over my body. It finally came.
I never dreamt of seeing a heaven. I grew up from disaster, always hearing sounds that children shouldn't. Gunfire was constant, and I prayed that I would live. But never had I given it much thought where I would go if I had died. It was a miracle that Saladin saved me. Was there really a Heaven and a Hell? Sometimes you just wonder.
I noticed there weren't many Kurds in the world. I had no intentions of expanding the race either. I, even to this moment, still don't think we should bring more lives into this rotten place that is. I was just one less Kurd. It should not matter much.
I loved the control. The fee
FriendshipFriendshipFriendship5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our lives pass like a dream,
Revealing only what is on our minds.
Inside the prison of the self we see
Each object as a shadow on our wall.
Nothingness awaits, as sure as night.
Did I not have you, dear friend, I might,
Shadow on a shade, not be at all.
How much we need a word beyond our sea:
In love and laughter, thoughts of different kinds,
Perhaps, with luck, unraveling a seam.
Are Boys Worth It?Even though they push and shoveAre Boys Worth It?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And laugh about it afterwards
With a table or two knocked over,
Even though they give you odd looks
At almost every word you say
Leaving you tearing you hair,
Even though they're so caught up
In what they have to say
Neither eyes nor words acknowledging you,
Even though on one hand
They'd never punch or kick you
Their tongues are the cruelest whips,
Even though the moment after
They've given you a hug
Their smile doesn't always stay,
Those young teenage boys
Are still worth loving, girls
For, with some help, they'll change.
OceanMy words are not as elegantOcean5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the moonlight playing on the waves.
The sound of my beating heart
Is not as regular
As the crashing of the waves
Against our beach.
Again and again.
I've lost myself in this ocean before.
Lost myself trying desperately to find you.
You admired how the stars
Twinkled like little spots of God's soul,
Reflecting off the surface of the water.
Your search led you deeper
Below the surface.
Until one day,
It swallowed you whole
Took your breath
And crushed your lungs.
Have you found your God?
Have you found the love?
Or did the miles and miles of water
Only swallow your worries
With senseless sleep?