All Hallow's EveThe pale keening of cicadasAll Hallow's Eve4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
echoes in the sun's lingering hue
and on the horizon
smoke unfurls its wooded glory
through the glen.
Pumpkins crown the curling vines
waiting to be claimed
in greedy grasps
and turned like changeling goblins
and this bright crush
of maize and barley
carves the crisp evening
and singes our eyes
in the fine glory of a psalm.
Dying: Chapter OneDying: Chapter One9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Nightmare
Anna snorted a bit as she woke up. At first she thought that the knocking on her bedroom door was only a part of her dream, but then she remembered how the past several weeks had been. With a small groan, she forced herself to sit up and light a small candle.
"You can come in, Elsa," she said with a soft yawn.
The door creaked open, and Elsa walked in, wearing a silver nightgown and a look of grave concern.
"Anna," she said. "You are alive, right?"
"Yes, Elsa," said Anna, with the same politeness she had when she answered the question every night. "I am alive."
"Oh," said Elsa. "I'm...I'm sorry to have woken you. I just..."
"You had the dream again?" Anna asked.
Elsa just nodded, and awkwardly turned to go back to her room.
"If you want to talk about it, we can," Anna told her sister gently.
"I...probably shouldn't," said Elsa slowly. "I mean, it's the middle of the night. We should both get some sleep."
"I have a feeling you won't ge
Bacon's "Three Figures"Those filthy little bastardsBacon's "Three Figures"6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wouldnt let me go. I moulded
them with layer on layer
of thick, sticky paint.
At the start of each day I was near
to vomiting. By lunchtime
pining for a drink. After I set
the brushes aside my lover
opened the wine. He and I
with our Bacchanalia to
deaden the end of each day.
In misery, self-loathing and disgust
I completed my obsessive task.
I at last became a painter,
though I lost enthusiasm
when I decided the Three Figures
were completed. There was nothing
in me left for the cross.
Three Figures, then, without a Crucifixion.
A trio of faceless hominids
without a prayer.
Love Me NotDo you love him?Love Me Not6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, I dont. But I certainly wont be telling you that. You Youre Mr. Perfect with your perfect life and your perfect wife, and and even your perfect little kids who are perfectly astounding at every little thing that they attempt to do. No way.
I think so. It was a halfhearted lie at best; concocted through elaborate repetition of denial over a certain love I hold for a certain someone else, a man Im certain is far above leaving his perfect wife just to be with Plain Old Ordinary Me.
And when I fall asleep in my almost perfect bedroom, lulled into almost perfect dreams by the almost perfect background noise just outside of my almost perfect house, I dream of his perfect hands caressing my cheeks, his perfect arms encircling my body to pull me close to his perfectly toned chest. But when I turn to gaze into his perfect blue eyes, I instead see dark orbs of the blackest pitch, accented
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 55-57FortuneDip Your Feather Wisely: 55-573 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Frederick ran his finger along the rim of the box, toying with the tiny gap between the two halves that were pressed together. He traced the line, across the tiny hinges and all the way to the latch on the opposite side. He paused for a moment, resting the tip of his finger on the little lock, before flipping it open with a flick of his nail. The lid of the box popped up to reveal the treasure nestled inside. Under most circumstances the objects inside the box would have aroused feelings of horror and perhaps a bit of disgust inside him, but now they were more precious to the king than gold. A handful of pills, all of them small and white. They were quite innocent in their appearance, but it was also quite deceptive; the contents of his box were enough to kill him five times over, or that was what he had been assured. Opium was supposed to be quite painless and it would have been like falling asleep, except he wouldn't wake up from that deadly sleep.
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan PoeANNABEL LEEAnnabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:--
Yes! that was the reason (as al
FP Day: Seasons of Our LoveSpringFP Day: Seasons of Our Love3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spring was often depicted as a wonderful and happy time of the year, when the hard vicelike grip of winter loosened and the flowers began to bloom again and the birds were starting to sing. The days were warmer and longer and brighter, filled with the promise of a fresh start to the year. People smiled to each other and were generally in better spirits, which was natural considering that the snow and cold had finally gone. Fritz certainly loved it because it meant that he could return to his dear Sanssouci and spend time among his beloved gardens that he enjoyed so much.
Prussia hated it with a passion.
And there was only one reason that he hated it. It seemed that when the earth shifted, everyone went absolutely nuts. There was more energy in the people and the land, as if all throughout the winter they had been storing up their energy so they could release it all in one explosive burst when springtime came around. He could feel the happiness of his people and sense the
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 33-35ManipulationDip Your Feather Wisely: 33-353 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oi, what the hell's all this?" Gilbert demanded, indicating to the freshly dug garden in the palace grounds. The earth was still loose and soft. But there were no plants in it as far as Gilbert could tell.
Fritz watched him with that smug little smile on his face that he always wore when he knew more than someone else. "That's my new garden," he said, coming to stand beside him. "A little small compared to the others, I will admit, but I don't intend for it to be that big." He tapped his fingers on his cane and watched the guards that he ordered to stand around the garden. They looked very stoic and professional, and they were in plain view. Both onlookers and passersby gawked as they passed. He knew the question that was on everyone's mind: Why was the king ordering guards to be placed around his new garden? What was so important that they had to protect?
"Stop being so vague and tell me what it is," Prussia said, crossing his arms and almost pouting. That
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 27-29PizzaDip Your Feather Wisely: 27-293 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of singing woke him up. He was sprawled across the couch with his arm over his eyes and Aster lying on top of him. For one blurry moment he was confused because he knew that West would never in a million years sing in the kitchen (unless he was in a really good mood and thought he was alone) so the singer obviously couldn't be him. A second later his brain registered the voice that was two octaves higher than his own and the stream of Italian that it was singing and a huge smile split his face. "Off, Aster," he ordered, pushing the sleepy retriever away. He managed to crawl off the couch and hit the floor on unsteady, sleep-fogged feet. Gilbird gave a half-hearted cheep from his hair.
His shoulder popped as he stretched languidly, standing on the tips of his toes and bending his back into a perfect curve. He straightened out and headed over to the kitchen, smiling even wider when he peeked inside. Of course little Veneziano hadn't noticed a single thing, a
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 17-19BullyDip Your Feather Wisely: 17-194 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"had I been treated so by my father, I would have blown my brains out, but this fellow has no honor; he takes all that comes." The king thumped his cane against the floor in his conviction.
Had I been treated so by my father, I would have killed him, not myself. Prussia thought in reply, wisely holding his tongue. He saw Frederick wince and turn his head as if to fend off a blow. From his position he could see the prince clenching his fists in his coat, probably imagining them around Frederick William's neck. He couldn't blame the kid for not sticking up for himself, that was just asking for the cane. Well, that was what he was here for, it seemed.
He cleared his throat a little. "My, King, if I"
"Don't you start with me!" Frederick William immediately shouted, rounding upon him. "You and your little protests and 'If I may suggest's that you repeat like some goddamned parrot! When will you learn to keep a civil tongue inside your head?!"
Alright, that wa
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 36WantDip Your Feather Wisely: 363 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The most sought-after monarch in all of Europe. An apt description, to say the least.
Prussia watched his king through half-lidded eyes, seeing him a totally different light than he ever had before. Frederick was hunched over a map of Silesia, studying the little lines and figurines scattered across it, planning some other new detail of their conquest. He was so caught up in his map that he didn't even seem to notice that some strands of his hair had come loose and were now hanging by his face, somewhat tarnishing that upright and perfect image he wore in front of his troops. His hands were splayed flat on the table, holding the paper down. Usually those hands seemed good for nothing but holding a quill or playing his flute, but Gilbert had seen them grasp a sword with the utmost confidence as his king rode among his troops, shouting orders. Recently he had seen a new side of Frederick, one that he had glimpsed when they had been making preparations to invade Sil
Happy Birthday Fritz!“I told you I didn’t want this.”Happy Birthday Fritz!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You act as if I actually had a hand in the matter.” Prussia casually plopped his elbow on Fritz’s shoulder, enjoying his height advantage. “This was all Wilhelmine’s idea.” He nearly tripped as Fritz shoved him off.
“Typical,” Frederick replied, sipping his drink to clear his countenance. He wasn’t fond of having his birthday celebrated—honestly, what was the point?—and had told Gilbert multiple times that he did not want a party. Leave it to the kingdom to find some sort of loophole in that statement. “Why did she do this? She of all people should know that I hate parties centered around myself.” He didn’t mind regular masquerades and balls, since they were not very important anyway, but one such as these had all of the attention focused solely on him, forcing him to keep up a constant mask.
Gilbert leaned against
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 13-16LipstickDip Your Feather Wisely: 13-164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Germany worried. Probably a lot more than what was considered healthy for a regular person, and if he had been a normal human being then his hair would have turned as white as his brother's ages ago. He had no idea why he worried so much. Gilbert always teased him and said that it was his OCD and rabid perfectionism acting crazy, but Ludwig scoffed at him and his wild ideas. He was not OCD. Regardless, he worried about his country, about his work, about what was going on with the world, and he worried about his older brother.
He knew that his older sibling could take care of himself (although sometimes it was hard to tell) and that he had no reason to be concerned. Ever since the Wall had been torn down he worried about Gilbert's health (but back then it had been entirely justified) and after a while the albino had told him to stop. He had tried, he really had, and if he had been successful then that would mean that he was not currently pacing his house li
Walking Disaster XYWell, baby, I'm a social hazard,Walking Disaster XY6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The child of a whore and a bastard,
Pain is a symphony that I've mastered,
'Cause baby, I'm a walking disaster.
I've been labeled, disregarded, deemed as a sin,
So let me know when this starts to sink in,
I'm a danger, a threat; I'm bad for your health,
My calorie-high, sugar-coated, fat-rich self,
And I'd personally suggest leaving me on the shelf,
Are you listening to the words coming out of my mouth?
It appears you're more focused on something else.
You want me, I get it, it's easy to see,
But there's a long line of your kind waiting for me,
You're nothing special, and I'd rather not corrupt,
The mind of an innocent not knowing what's to come,
So unless you're willing to sign a waver before the ride,
I'm not interested.
'Cause baby, I'm a social hazard,
And the whole world's trying to put me away,
You're the type that'd never stay,
Well, baby, I've got nothing else to say.
So light a match, strike a pose,
Try and show me the danger running through yo
Eternal Yesterday..Eternal Yesterday..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The touch of you still lingers,
deep beneath my skin
Creating visions of your lips
and places they have been
I smile as I remember,
your body next to mine
Longing to explore me,
our hearts and soul entwined
I sigh in adoration,
of whom I loved the most
Yet this is not reality,
For you are just a ghost
I knew you once so long ago
and yet I hunger still
My mind still living that one day;
I guess it always will
For once a heart gives in to love,
so completely will it fall
To take you to euphoria,
where time will seem to stall
I live within my fantasy
and dream of how we were
I see you laying next to me,
not leaving me for her
I know that love is fickle,
but here I stay alone
trapped within my memories,
my heart has turned to stone
Never will I love again,
For all eternity
My mind is living that one day,
when you were close to me
No pity do I need,
No scorn for how I live
Trapped within my yesterday,
Praying to forgive..
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 1-3BandDip Your Feather Wisely: 1-34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't think I've ever seen the sky that blue," Frederick muttered to no one in particular.
Gilbert tilted his head a little and looked up. Evening was fast approaching and had turned the sky a pure cobalt blue with one end fading to black and the other a pale gold. "That's odd," he said, "it's supposed to be turning purple around this time." Not that the sky was very important at the moment, but it was a wonderful sight and it would have been a shame to miss it. A gunshot sounded in the distance, grabbing both of their attention back to the town below them. Another shot answered it. "What if they do something?" he asked, turning to his king. "The Austrians were adamant about us not getting that town."
The monarch did not answer immediately, tapping the reins in his hands idly. "It would hurt them as much as it would hurt us," he said after a long silence. His words sounded confident but Prussia noticed a certain glint in his eye that only appeared w
Tragedy's MuseBlame me not, for I am a disillusioned soul that's lost their way,Tragedy's Muse5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
midst many a broken promise and shattered dreams
I see, before me, an enveloping darkness that is threatening
my sanity, akin to tempests of somber misconception
Tears fill these clouds to bursting and droplets of their pain fall like
rivulets on unsuspecting passersby with no purpose in their stride
Surprise is etched on their faces as hands wipe the wetness
from their skin, in a hurried fashion, seemingly alike a scalding heat
Sensitivity being an emotion hidden behind forgotten trysts and the
never-ending confusion that to care is the ultimate betrayal
I smell the scent of fear emitting from anguished chameleons trapped
behind locked doors in relationships going no-where
Burnt offerings sealed in heart-shaped lockets tied around the necks
of wanton women and sadistic men with no place to hide
They walk the streets, looking down, their eyes never resting upon
anything of beauty, just the cracks in the mottled pavement