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
102407ENCHANTED102407ENCHANTED13 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
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 Room11 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
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
108252SUB-ANGEL:Au108252SUB-ANGEL:Au11 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
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,
BigAnd it all came together with a crashBig11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an expanding singularity creating
Monumental foam rising in a desert sea
The monsters and the carnivores of the soon
and the twisting never
The cancers and the throbbing monads
The green megaliths and groping
The plush sentients
All at once.
Ascending mightily a broad expanse of unbounded
But all the same expelling passionately
the voidless form of before
to sum up into waves of sonic being all that
would pass for passing
all that would crash and scream and pass.
and indolent proportions
of waving wind spun across new fields
making bread, eating it
My NightmareMy Nightmare11 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
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
Sisyphus and ISisyphus and I13 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
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine11 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
Ear DropsHe has my lipsEar Drops8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my ears
so it is
all I can do
to hold fast
to this chaotic
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 110 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
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
FateFate11 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, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. 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. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
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.
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
Manika: Teddy's ConfessionManika: Teddy's Confession11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
IT WAS SAID that Manika had been crafted out of pain. As a means of expressing whatever it was that had begun to claw at the insides of a man's heart.
And he – our "Father", the one being who created us, was so much like the Christian God who made the world and man upon that world, all because He could not think to exist in nothingness and the void of utter silence.
And so, upon carving out two eyes, he bestowed upon a simple block of wood the vision of something so close to whatever it is that makes humans what they are. By painting these eyes, he opened up the worlds and layers that show the complexities of a soul yet to be in full fruition.
By shaping lips that did not exactly smile nor frown, he gave the form a personality and a voice to speak for it. The purpose of such a shape, was to mimic people as truthfully as he could – for no one person was always altogether happy, nor always altogether sad.
He also gave her two hands, his way, perhaps, of showing his own need to
Together with everyoneFoggy.Together with everyone10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fucking ran
ran through the clouds like they were
pasted in the sky
some immortal immovable way.
Searching for significant thoughts
I let slip between my fingers
like sand - falling through
the smallest cracks,
but my hands are clasped
so fucking tightly..
it shouldn't work that way
entering through exits
every morning afternoon
being fueled by moments that
only I can really see..
I can't seem to decide
whether I'm fueled or isolated
by the fact that I'm alone
together with every one of you
and the different people
that he thinks he is,
I can't push myself even
into one of them
no matter how hard
I rub his hands or
look into his eyes,
I can't crawl inside of him..
"I'm laughing with a broken face."