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 Dolphins4 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
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 Oblivion4 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 Last4 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
On Categorization of WritingOn Categorization of Writing11 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
Galileo's daughterMoonlit the passenger seat,Galileo's daughter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My unconcern again resigns to
The dim-out of a frail hairpin;
The complaint if I ever listen.
The games you grew up playing
When block my view,
I single out and discover that
Breaking a nail isn't overrated.
Till fences we watch scroll by
For their sake and for ours.
Theirs, for they disbelieve;
Ours, for we fall down as one
When in mist by your house
"Alright then" I pronounce,
A cinder past this implosion,
A star your eyelids wipe out.
Are Boys Worth It?Even though they push and shoveAre Boys Worth It?4 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.
These Same StarsAnd do you think we lie awakeThese Same Stars4 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.4 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
OceanMy words are not as elegantOcean4 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?
a flight of iridescent birdsa flight of iridescent birds4 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
Why?You said to "keep in touch",Why?5 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.
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 Sake4 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
RoseShe is beautiful.Rose4 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.
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.Barefoot5 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
Upon Receiving a New JournalUpon Receiving a New Journal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky is neon green
and a slender girl in diaphanous silk
sits on a bed of purple blossoms staring out
beyond the boundary,
where the trees fade into fog.
My friend has written on the inside cover:
"Write freely and zealously herein.
These pages are a portal to your world."
She knows me all too well.
I like to think of myself as a size ten
in Diana's nightgown,
kneeling in the strange middle world,
whose sky is the color of leaves
(the sunset on an alien world, or
the afterglow of a spaceship exploding, or
the aftermath of nuclear war, perhaps).
Now, if you don't mind:
I think I'll stare out beyond the apocalypse
to the edge of the universe
with a few cherry blossoms on my shoulders
and an expression nobody else can see.
TurningBeneath her skin ached with the fever of desperation. For the longest time she knew about him, and the blessing he had been given; and she wanted it too.Turning5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tonight was the night she chose to ask him, hoping and wishing he would allow to have this gift pass on to her. After much thought and discussion, he agreed. She knew the risks, and the reward, and felt it was time to take it all.
She bent down on her knees, her body trembling with excitement and fear. She knew this would be painful, but the pain would be but a small moment, and the glorious feeling of freedom she longed for would be hers, forever. She wanted this, more than anything. Her soul screamed for it.
He gently brushed her hair back, slowly moving his hand across, exposing her neck and shoulder. It felt seductive, but it was not for the act of passion that he did this, but for preparation.
Are you ready? he asked, keeping his voice as calm as he could. He needed her to stay calm and focused.
Yes, she w
LondonSo maybe you've never been broken-heartedLondon4 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.
Curled Up in the Scent of YouI'm all curled up in the scent of youCurled Up in the Scent of You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the way it hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
It's your sweetness and warmth
And the smile in your eyes
The set of your mouth
And the fall of your hair
It holds me when you're far away
Gathers me up and keeps me still
It's your whisper
And the crook of your neck
The curve of your arm
And your measured breath
I'm all curled up in the scent of you
And the promise that hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
MythlessWe expected the menagerie to be a place ofMythless4 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
Firewateron the rocks. the waves lash the sandFirewater4 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.