108252SUB-ANGEL:Au108252SUB-ANGEL:Au10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
infinite branching lightwaves.
where she begins: that she does not end
that she was a glow, from the midnight embers
to the wave-storm beacons
and that she, piercing the hollows
despite her unknown. fast to the solar windward.
and if she smiles, it
shines like a thousand stars
102982TRANQUIL102982TRANQUIL11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are electric angels, her and I.
whisper, whisper, sad iridium
her seashore smile is found in these
and my sub-infinites,
at the last moment
she inhales clean air
she; desert rose, in broken thoughts she
throughout and within a sensible rain,
a sense of it all,
and infrequent sunlight
the pre-storm skies are my thundercloud, tranquil sweet
a kiss of
is heard through an indifferent medium
and the tensile smile of the aero-planes:
she ground+s me,
but scarcely before the
and we are electric
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
Genesis, To FlyGenesis, To Fly11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Genesis, To Fly
Main Entry: 1vol•a•tile
Pronunciation: 'vä-l&-t&l, esp British -"tIl
Etymology: French, from Latin volatilis, from volare to fly
1 : readily vaporizable at a relatively low temperature</i>
An era of Edenistic emotion
curls around my finger tips and toes,
slowly working its way to my heart—
felt cold, inside,
in the summertime; and winter fills itself
with warm motion pic
Fate Rewrite P. 1Fate Rewrite P. 110 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, white socks and a white shirt. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Nice weather today, eh?
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. What, like Godfrey?
GOD. No. Like God.
PETER. As in… [pointing skywards]
PETER. Your parents had high expectations or something?
GOD. I have no p
102407ENCHANTED102407ENCHANTED12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm silent, love
I'm in the sunbeams
c,lose your eyes, I'm the sky
sleep like the new fallensnow
it's in my hands this, fragile
it's the very thing you
[ loveme ]
certain songs she weaves around me
I'm snowfallen in summer,
her heart like the
sky wind rain
there's this field...
and it's the glow of late summer enchanted
and the world stands still for her, and I'm
pressed to the ground / waiting
she calls out from far across the lands
she calls from the tower stair
she's radiant like the new fallensnow
so softly, she's alive. please whisper
for a while, the petals dont move
before long she has enveloped me.
one last light in the window.
ending two. west wind.
it's the glow of late summer enchanted
and the world stands still for her.
://©2002 Jesse Michael Renaud
My NightmareMy Nightmare10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is half past twelve
And I'm tossing in bed
I think I hear you
But that is all in my head
This is the third night this week
I toss and wake to my screams
In my nightmares you live
When once you were part of my dreams
I grip my pillows tight
And cry out so many tears
But if I close my eyes again
The blackness returns me to my fears
In my dreams
I can see the pain
As death took you from me
I relive that dreadful hour
And this is what I see
There I am
Holding you in my arms
And giving you a tender kiss
When from behind
A monster with a knife
Stole my love and bliss
He stabbed you deep in the back
With a knife as dark as his eyes
And falling to your knees
My heart broke
And life lost all her ties
I try to comfort you
In my arms
Tell you everything will be okay
But that monster laughs
And kicks me in the face
Before running away
I crawl to crouch over your body
Holding you tight to my chest
You try to speak
But the blood trickles
Down your mouth
Jesus' Blood Never Fails MeJesus' Blood Never Fails Me10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
break the chains that entangle me
by bloody hands and bloody feet
the crown of thorns that lingers there
misshapen back of flesh whipped bare
cruelest hope yet ever inside
the only reason why He died
hoping to hold fast to hate
to treat these wounds while pains abate
by the lymphocytes running out from his side
clean my death and morph to life
these shackles ended around my feet
the hands as hands of ours shall meet
spread out my arms upon this cross
making your heart my only loss
if I reject you from within
this soul will forever be slave to sin
to keep ahold of mercy's grace
by hanging myself beside your face
intimidated by the whips abound
facedown, in the blood, on the ground
freedom's face is often found
by reaching from on high and down
taking hell's hold by the throat
and flipping off these entangling goads
by blood that runs out from a tree
by blood that covers, covers me
breaking the chains and binds that harm
freeing then raising every arm
to heaven's angels looking on high
101323FUSIONLIGHT101323FUSIONLIGHT11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an indomitable current of +love / power-
such a sad smile was yours, unlike. smile-sad like the suns set: your alpha-particle phaseshift divine and come with the full set nine, tiktok. and there you were with such small earth revolutions, understand a lost momentum [chance] ellipses and a strong +love / power- current
out here the days are white-hot and white-cold and the wind is strong, there is a vast empty of you should be here, and i can't help but imagine that you are. tenderly your z-axis compression folds north and your sleepstatus wind wings, sweet
wake when the star / suns burn like fire from the god heavens punch through the heatshield, yes. that electromagnetic pull like the +north / south- balance might well be that we drink in deeply, in exo-static hum the cosmic xray fluidic push sensor, and envelop the atmosphere with a brilliant nightlight hypnotrance. thus
Why can't I feelWhy can't I feel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sand is stalking me
I don't want to flee from it
I can't seem to breathe.
Death was in my eyes
Blood on my hands.
Power is the only thing that seems to guide me.
Born with a monster
That's just who I am.
One with the earth
One with the sand.
Alone I ask
Will I always stand?
Crushed you with the Desert Coffin.
Turning bones to dust.
What is pain?
But do not know.
Why can't I feel, unless I kill?
That's is the only way to fill this hole in my heart.
Where is the light?
I'm lost in the dark.
Fight it I can't
It's taking over
Leaving me broken.
Loneliness is the thing that feeds the anger
The monster in me.
Taking life makes me feel alive
Refreshed if only for a time.
I will destroy everything
Since a child hood that was my only dream.
But what is this feeling
Is it love that wants me to stop the killing
And finally start the healing.
I don't know
Nor do I have any where to go.
Sisyphus and ISisyphus and I12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Or is it? The title confuses me. I can't seem to remeber anythign before, so we'll assume that it's day one. If it's day 5 or, worst case scenario, day 505, then I apologise in advance. It's a funny thign, amnesia, the sudden blackness where you feel you should actually know where and whenand how, and countless other question words.
But can't. I think the whole thign happened sometime before yesterday. I'm pretty sure it takes longer than an evenign to grow maybe a foot and a half of beard. I'd have to check on that fact with Docotr Galapogas. Knowledgeable that he is. In a few areas, at least. I'm not placign psychiatry on that list. But bizarre trivia and other thigns like that are certainly on his list of talents.
It just occurred to me, how would I remeber Docotr G
Haunting MeHaunting Me10 years ago in Horror More Like This
'Leave me alone!' Cried the little girl, clutching her ears. She threw herself against her bed and cried herself to sleep. Hours later she awoke, to find that the voices had left, for now. She went about her day, pretending nothing was wrong, but in the back of her mind she knew they would come back. She wondered, always thinking when they'd return to torture her again. That same night she shot up from her bed, awoken by the voices. The loudest of the all laughed at her tears, at her weakness. Her willpower had diminished-she gave in. Silently, she crept from her bedroom, and tip-toed down the staircase, wandering alone into the kitchen. There were no lights on in the household, and she fumbled in the drawers blindly. Finally, she gripped the object firmly in her fingers, and walked without a sound back to the second floor. Cautiously opening her parents door, she stood at the foot of their bed watching them sleep. The voices had fully taken over her mind now, her own thoughts and feel
Meeting EveMeeting Eve10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill in her building. She wondered briefly if anyone would bother to check up. Probably not.
Once dressed, Lucy made her way into the kitchen, no longer feeling the need for urgency. If she was going to be late she might as well make the most of it.
The apartment was small but adequate; one bedroom, one kitchen and living area, a small bathroom with a sho
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A few of the men say this used to be a church, but it's hard to tell anything in this storm. We are pinned under a black and violent sky that has held us inside this crumbling room since we arrived yesterday morning. The water slides along the cracked ceiling and bombards us from different spots.
Captain tells us to keep our weapons dry, but he knows it's impossible. The floor clutches our boots with three inches of sucking wet mud. If the wind ever dies down we'll have a better look around this old place, but for now we just listen as it batters the trees into the stone.
None of us know how long we have to wait here. Captain says we are to protect this structure so our side can launch rockets from it if the war ever begins. Barnes says there isn't going to be a war. He says neither side is willing to start it; but here we are, drenched and freezing, just in case.
In the brief moments when the wind and rain pause we can hear the water trickling down through
Chinese Relations 101How to Deal With Chinese People 101Chinese Relations 10111 years ago in Humor More Like This
By Ling Zhou
When dealing with individuals of foreign nationalities, it could sometimes be difficult to know how you should proceed. Since I am of Chinese origin, I have compiled a list of actions to employ when relating to Chinese persons. Remember to use the actions as often as humanly possible to avoid any awkwardness. Many of the following points can be modified to apply to other nationalities as well.
1. Do NOT Distinguish Between Geographical Differences and Neighboring Nationalities: All Asians are the same, and therefore you should take no time to separate two Asians with different nationalities. In the brotherhood of Asianality, language barriers disappear; all Chinese people can speak Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, and vise versa. In fact, any time you see a language that looks like it could be written with a calligraphy pen, assume it is Chinese. Ask Chinese people if they are samurais or ninjas, and if they know the Dalai Lama. After all,
The RoomThe room was small, built in the shape of a sphere. The walls, floor and ceiling were all painted a bright, blinding white, creating a cold and unfeeling setting. There was no visible discrepancy to the sphere's shape. There was nothing else in the room, and it was kept lit by an unidentifiable source of light. There were no windows, and the only door that led outside blended in seamlessly with the walls. There was no way to tell left from right, front from back. And in the middle of the sphere sat a man.The Room10 years ago in Horror More Like This
His raven black hair was long, dirty and fell to his shoulders in matted locks. He wore a plain white shirt, or at least a shirt that had once been white. Now it had been stained a dull brown-red by blood. He wore a pair of khaki trousers, torn and ripped almost to shreds, and his feet were bare. His nails were long, untrimmed and sharp. His arms were cuffed firmly behind his back, and no matter what he tried they would not come free. His eyes fixed themselves on the section of the sp
fridaynights black dog tavernmy morning comes in the afternoonfridaynights black dog tavern10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a breath revealing faint cigarette smoke
Good Morning Beautiful Memory
of last night's bar escapade
just when you thought you'd forgotten
the not-so-subtle dating rituals
of the ever-so-lonely
inhaling smoke into rotten lungs
hoping to find true love
or something short of...
murderous ropemurderous rope10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As strangled cries escape my throat
I feel the tightness of the rope
My feet they swing and caress the air
My eyes they bulge in a death like stare
My hands lie limply by my side
In my heart my secrets hide
I taste a sweetness upon my lips
My hair flows freely in straggled bits
I lick the blood from off my mouth
My body falling yonder south
I feel the crack as head hits stone
In a deserted place left all alone
The echoes carry through the night
I cease to struggle and end the fight
Darkness floods and light departs
The murderous rope it leaves its marks
phutphut9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Beard now meticulously trimmed, remaining follicles on his chilly scalp brought to some kind of order, tie perfectly complementing both handkerchief and socks (exposed a devilish half-inch), "Yes," said mirror "you still cut a dashing figure, Rupert."
Rupert sniffed, his eyebrows rippling a little as he did so. "Today," he announced to his lamp… or maybe his wardrobe… perhaps even his comb, who knows? "Today, (Monday the seventeenth of May, two-thousand and three) is a milestone, in the life of Rupert J. Falt. Today he steps out of his front door for the first time as an executive member of Zest Incorporated! And what is more," he added with an ITV grin "he's rather proud of it."
Rupert J. Falt shooed a fictitious speck of dust from his trousers and trotted down the stairs. As he approached his front door… he faltered. In front of it was a walrus – a large, grey, blubbery walrus with whiskers and tusks and all of the usual walrustic trimmings one would expect from a typical walrus. In
101806IMPULSE101806IMPULSE12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1:56 AM 8/28/2002
other than the fact that the air about you is resilient, that which I sense, subtil movement. extreme. five hours and exact change. you understand the white space. I know - far cry. it's a moment of bizarre contributions, her angle swiftly hangs in the air, still resilient. it's the quiet critiqué borne on wings of shadow. it's evolution. for the last time, please don't leave without me. pleasedon't unraavl me. your undeniable bittersweet is starshine tangle and resonance, glitter. loud music. loud dream music and variable pulsating dream dream dream. ah, resolve. ah, direction. it's the beach at nicht with your face around my spine. my spine! codiene. years ago. years and fading. fading and melancholy. some co
Light 2 DarknessLight 2 Darkness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the light now i'm back in darkness
I had the love that i wanted, now it's gone
Wanted to change & forget the past but it's still there
Holding so closely to something but there's nothing to hold on to
I saw the light now i'm back in darkness
Even though we laugh & smile, we're still depressed
Even though your good at something you not the best
No matter how hard you look you can't find the right one
I saw the light now i'm back in darkness
You see it , try to avoid it but it comes
You try to make a change but people still think your the same
You try to ease yourself but you still can't stop the pain
I saw the light now i'm back in darkness
Wanting to be somebody else but your still the same
You try to find the answer but nobody hears the question
You try to disappear but there's still your reflection
I saw the light now i'm back in darkness