OceanMy words are not as elegantOcean6 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?
Firewateron the rocks. the waves lash the sandFirewater5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the seaweed covered shore. the moonlight
is mesmerizing, the way it reflects off the
shards on the beach. speak now, or forever
wonder what the answer could be.
dive deep. lose your mind in the brew of
the sea. lit up like fire, the eyes of the
beholder are what i desire. you'll never
be what i expect you to be. you are a
wash away. truthfully, i want it to stay
that way. understand that we can never be.
save my life, need me. watch the tide sway in
and out, the glassy swells wanting to sweep
life under. completely drown.
bittersweet. taste so warm and inviting.
drink down, choke up. you are the face in
the dark. the day still far off, frame kindled
by the stars. caught between destiny and
reality. absolutely nothing.
On Categorization of WritingOn Categorization of Writing13 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
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 Dolphins6 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
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.
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.
exodus1. You appeared suddenly. Maybe it was the beer, maybe the waves crushing on my sides, but you were smiling wonderfully, and for a moment I thought I missed some part of you. I don't know which part though; I don't even know if it exists anymore. It was glorious in the happiest way. The sky is black; blacker than your heart. It's even darker than mine and the future is so unpredictable that I am in despair.exodus6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. So many dreams awoken by a single drop of rain, a simple ray of sunlight.
2. I can see your strange light. It's wonderful, addicting. My dreams float on your wrists and my eyes on your hair. You are glorious in the most glorious way. The sky is bright; but your heart is brighter. Mine is even brighter and the future is so predictable that I am in despair.
a flight of iridescent birdsa flight of iridescent birds5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
traced where the hollows outlined his prayers
hands into words promised rest and the sense of purpose
every dimple faint, indented
its growing radiance showed the still hidden sun
a sudden embracing prolonging splendid tension
in the first glimpse of his eyes
These Same StarsAnd do you think we lie awakeThese Same Stars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath this same dark sky?
And do we lie beneath this moon
And under these same stars?
And will you reach out with your hands
And blot out those same lights?
Or will you try to close your eyes
To blot out the memories, too?
And do you see me when you sleep
And relive our favorite parts?
Or do you fight yourself to waking
To banish the day you left?
And do you look into the night
And trace my face in the dark?
Or do you try, with all your might,
To forget that familiar face?
And do we see the same sun rising
And lie awake in the gathering blue?
Or do you turn your face away
And try to sleep again?
And will you fall asleep with me?
And will I dream of you?
We'll fall asleep and dream together
Under these same stars.
lost in the oceans lullaby.i am diving into the belly of the sea.lost in the oceans lullaby.6 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
a lonely godI remember urgent voices, scrambling footsteps on the lawna lonely god7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the eerie time of fog and shadow just before the dawn
He arrived and in the span of hours a lifetime seemed to pass
Then he left us there with nothing, save for whispers, tears, and ash.
He told stories with no substance, when we wondered of his past
Tales of monsters and of maidens and of spells and hexes cast
And he spoke of worlds of sparkling glass and towering machine
As he worked, which by his tone I know that he had truly seen
And though he was quick to crack a smile, to laugh, to tell a joke
In his eyes I saw the lying, and his voice once almost broke.
When he finished the repairs, one could not tell that he had been
And he made it very clear that he would not be back again
As we watched him disappearing down the empty street that night
In that silent, sacred moment where the darkness flees the light
And we turned back to our own, one humbled man took off his hat
And said No power in this world could heal a suf
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.
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 - Birdsong6 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
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
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
Coming Home, A Metal Gear FicTheme: DyingComing Home, A Metal Gear Fic8 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
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
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
the artistthere is a colour in my brain, I write the word colour,the artist6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ramble through a box of crayons from years ago, I touch robin's eggs, I
see a colour and name it peace or maybe war
I drop my pen and come up with a paintbrush, I think desire and watch the
wings of a pelican change colour in the sky, disappear, flash back, think of
a day, black and white,
I read about a flower that is yellow, but I
don't want yellow, I want the sun against my skin, the colour that
an exhale makes in the summer when everyone tells me you cannot see your
in the summer, there is a trembling in my yellow, there is a quickness
in my breath and you cannot paint quickness, you cannot write
SorrySorrySorry5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've screwed up pretty badly,
And I don't know what to say.
My only option, sadly,
Seems to be to go away.
Only your forgiveness will
Restore this love gone cold;
Redeem a lovely friendship
You and I might have and hold.
Underneath The WavesThe waves crash upon the shoreUnderneath The Waves6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart putrid and impure
Sand crushed beneath my toes
As the tide forever flows
It pulls me ever close
Salt water will be my host
I stride up to the shoal
The water starts to cleanse my soul
I plunge yet further deep
The waves begin to sweep
Through every one of my hairs
And ease me of my cares
The power of the seas
Puts my body at ease
Only joy remains
As the water washes away my pains
The fish flutter all around
Yet seldom make a sound
In a colorful array
Underneath the ocean's spray
Like a wallflower...Like a wallfower I blend into the background.Like a wallflower...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one takes notice of me but I notice them.
The innocent murmurs and whispers of their conversations can be heard by me.
Their actions of what they have done can be retold by me in a solid,truthful memoir.
The gossip that is told to many curious ears is nothing without the pure juice of exactitude that I have.
Yet, no one is suspecting of me.
Like a wallfower I blend into the background.
People see me but don't truly acknowledge my existence.
The enlightenment I have of others I do not wish to keep to myself.
But since no one is to question me, than the knowledge that I hold is exulusive to myself.
Like a wallflower I blend into the background.
I have no pity or shame for what I am.
For I know that even though I am a wallflower that blends into the background, I am far more erudite than anyone I know.
And that, in its own way, does not make me a wallflower.