The Perversity of WeSometimes on a quiet nightThe Perversity of We3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
due to my perversity,
or perhaps my common nature,
I dream awake of what may happen
should my twin die before me.
I may be walking calm and laughing
down city street or red rock ridge
and she would reach me over the miles
reaching straight to all five senses
reaching intense with her actions
Stronger than telepathies
often had when we were kids
stronger than futile restlessness
unexplained 'til mail arrives,
stronger than what may surround me
I know she would reach me.
I would see her clear as day,
clearer than the sights around me
and I'd know her way of going
and how she takes it
and what she knows if she goes.
It would bind, it would blind me,
it would choke me up completely.
I would stumble, likely fall,
and knowing all, be speechless
in the face of reachless
closeness sundered by her pall,
Whatever takes her liveliness
I couldn't stand at all.
Three Hail MarysThree Hail Marys4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When the phone rings, try not to let it catch you empty handed. No one calls to say, "Father, things are going great. Just called to say hello." No one calls to say, "How are you?" They call to say, "Father, I am at the end of my rope" or "Father, you have to help me" or "Father, the walk in front of the church really needs shoveling." When they wake you at six AM, hissing, "there is no heat for choir practice!", do not remind them that spirits warm as well as fire. Do not remind them that seminary did not include a course in furnace maintenance. Say three Hail Marys, flip the red switch, and hope the heat turns on. Remember that you are a symbol of sacrifice. Chastity, poverty, obedience. These are your three vows. Try not to wear them like badges. Occasionally, they will call to say, "Father, let me tell you what was wrong with your last sermon." At these times, remember that this is His blood, poured out for the forgiveness of sin
Alakazam ReportAlakazam (the Psi Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Psychic-type Pokémon found among grassy fields, meadows and caves within the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh and Kalos regions as well as the Unova region on rare occasions. Amazingly powerful and practically unrivaled among Psychic-types for their abilities, Alakazam are devastating creatures that can easily tear apart the opposition with their immense psychic powers and incredible intelligence. Unless you have access to some strong special defenses and a lot of physical strength, you had best be prepared for one heck of a fight every time these creatures enter the battlefield; get in their way, and you'll certainly find out just how dangerous things can be when you have to go one-on-one with a true master of the extrasensory!Alakazam Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
When exposed to certain energy fields (such as those found in trading devices), Kadabra undergo rapid and spontaneous growth and their brain expands so considerably in size that they finally gain full con
DrowningCast off on day oneDrowning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whole world yet is my oyster
Restless as a storm, but composed like the sun
To tame the beloved sea
Sailing on, weeks have passed
I hear her speak to me
In the waves and summer air
To spend my life like this,
In peace, so kind, so fair
Storms, they brew constant,
To crush the mortal man
He's vulnerable, left wanting
Drowning beneath the waves,
Left dying in lost love
With only memories
Of the sweet sea-breeze above
DinnerThe first time death came courtingDinner4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he sought my kidneys,
sweet meat for such a famished guest -
enough to whet his appetitie
and lure him back for more.
The second time
he craved my heart,
warm as a steamed pudding,
plump and plated like a lobster -
such succulent sustenance
fit for a king
Then he envied my eyes
two orbs like oysters
brimmed with salt
or ripe olives
that he could pluck
and roll between his brittle lips.
But it was my skin
he coveted most -
that supple, quivering layer
flayed tender by his hands
breeding life so rare and warm
that he would never get to taste.
Hokkaido at NightThe Betula trees have ossified againHokkaido at Night4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that the wild dogs may take to their bases
ring-barking them in the winter-night
all mad-eyed, saliva-jawed and rabid.
The mottled coats of the hounds
shimmer under a waning moon
that has petrified
in the black-snowed feckless sky
a distant, wood-grained-stony bowl of ginko, sluiced
Saru River is whispering her stories
in Epicurean logic
or Pagan shorthand,
tales of being a widow
all her particles run diligent and singular
and the riverbed
runs short of breath
flowing low on jutted memories,
above, in the wash, nocturnal catfish are seized
in spasms of pure being
spotted and blue and flippant,
void of all reason in the wetness, lithe
and hollow, alone and surrounded.
The Farmers SonWe sat sipping grappa as the storm clouds rolled in from the ridgesThe Farmers Son4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the smoke from some great unseen inferno,
the wood walls and shingles of the house complained to us
in low groans,
of the wind coming up hard, through the valley,
and there was flickering light from a candle,
and she told me how light from a prism dissects into different colours that correspond
in some way to our bodies and that all of life was a rhythm
and I believed that part,
and I believed there were stars beyond the sight of man on any grey day
and that they might hold some greater secret than prisms or rhythms
or any question a farmers son could ever mutter,
and the wind slowed to a stillness
and the rain moved in and our voices gave way
to what my Father would call The Lords Music,
the pitter-patter of water
on the dry and flaking earth.
some nightssome nights i lay awake and replay the good times. over and over again, like a famous lullaby. i fall into my dreams and there you are, waiting for me as usual. it always plays the same. the way we used to be. happy, flawless, and so in love. everything just falls into place. squeezing our hands together so tight, you'd think they'd morph together. holding onto me as if you're afraid i'll disappear. making the promises we thought we'd keep. whispering all those sweet nothings.some nights4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
some nights, i still love you.
some nights, i think you still love me too.
He's Made of Cosmic AutumnHe likes to sail pirate ships on the waters of Mars,He's Made of Cosmic Autumn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it's his secret, it's his secret.
Stardust tumbles, gleaming, from his perfect lips in erratic spirals
Falling up into the indigo sky and destined to swirl around the world
Their whispers are the dust particles of their souls burrowing themselves into the Earth
Or ashes, mere remnants settled decidedly to a hostile hearth
His breath is nearly perfect Mercury with drops of Saturn
(with a pleasant ring to it)
Their breath is dripping with mercury poison
vermillion seeping into their smokers' lungs.
His tears are sacred and his bargains are sly and he spins cerulean
straight into the Earth's sky.
Every precious second is occupied as he explodes, supernova, but they'll never know.
It's his secret, it's his secret.
CalypsoHer smile risesCalypso4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the tide's rapid breath
against the shore
for she knows
the sea will claim its own -
tall ships and turrets
spun out of sand
and the pearl twist of moon
caught upon a basslet's back
when conch's dulcet tune
lulls manna from the waves.
And what sirens claim for treasure,
men can only dream of....
Sky Attack ReportMove Name: Sky AttackSky Attack Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Battle Classification: Physical Attack
Total number of affected targets: 1
Range: 1 target other than user
Direct contact needed to initiate attack: No
Base Power: 140
Accuracy Rate: 90%
PP: 5 (maximum 8)
Believed to be the most powerful physical and overall Flying-type attack available to any Pokémon, the Sky Attack is a merciless blow capable of dealing catastrophic damage to just about anything that dares to get in its way. The Sky Attack is effectively a bird-shaped blast of energy that carries with it the attributes of a physical attack at the expense of an extended energy-charge and a little bit of accuracy. It might be a big move to gamble on in the middle of a battle, but if it manages to connect, this attack will literally knock the opposition off-balance and potentially stun them long enough for a simple finishing blow to be landed without difficulty.
Although only a few Flying-type Pokémon have the ability to naturally learn the S
Rooibos TeaBreathe deep the chai hazeRooibos Tea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a muse of eggshells and grandma's lace tablecloths,
cradles the tea kettle to her chest
and abandons Latin words and names
flotsam and jetsam dribbling
irrelevant among the little red tea leaves;
the driftwood of genus and species bumping
against the shores of the South African scrublands.
She hovers orange and indigo,
a quavering flame of dreams
and drained tea dregs
divination with a soft-spiced voice
at the bottom of the mug,
never quite gone
a flock of Van Gogh crows
frozen in their hayfields.
The Trouble With HomonymsI suffered quite badly from Medical Student Syndrome in my first year of studying, to the point where I no longer trust myself to diagnose even the common cold when it comes to my own body. Not that it was ever the simple ones I thought I had - it never works that way. The rare ones, the ones that are hard to diagnose, the ones that have such few outward symptoms that they slip past professionals time and time again, those were the ones I obsessed over.The Trouble With Homonyms4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was twenty years ago and I still don't trust myself to self-diagnose athough I'm sure I'd never make those mistakes again. I've devoted my career to those rare disorders that had me so hooked before and I've treated enough patients that I'm completely one-hundred percent confident in my ability to find the most seemingly insignificant symptoms of the rarest disorders and not be fooled ever again.
There is, however, one of those conditions from my student days that I've not yet had the good fortune of encountering in a patient. It's
plainlookplain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
see how the brittle grass bends
as though bowing at the knee
and the wooden fencepost
with its halo of rusted iron
still longing for the lost days
when it too
could move with the wind
surely our old gods slumber
in the womb of this land
where clouds ceaselessly tumble
toward a stark horizon
and the dirt roads
on an altar of earth
in the distance
a brown sparrow
his tail feathers braced against
the bitter autumn frost
his mirrored eye flashing
with the steady hymn
Harvest MoonYou remind me of the harvest moonHarvest Moon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tugging the shore from beneath my feet, of
rowing out to sea in winter with empty nets
till spring, of catching every breath
in crystals on the same forgotten docks,
Where gravity knots my tendons into rope,
my teeth into chalk and ash, and my eyes
into searchlights scanning the horizon
for the first ship that leads to you.
BlewI could never dream of EnglishBlew5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rains that lashed the slabs of Cornish
paves, as a wild clawed cat paws
waves into boats onto rocks
unto death. Hear the slosh
slosh slosh of Mousehole harbour's
bathtub slop; see the gulls flying
backwards, the rainbows as warning
flags, the white horses blowing
up the cliff and over the heath,
taste the wind-nipped salt
drying on your lips. Once I felt
the lightning buzz before
it cleaved a nearby birch in two,
once saw the eye of Men-an-Tol
winking in the storm, and fish
jumping for their very lives
straight into the mouths of birds.
The sea is everywhere. It bites
at our ankles, gnaws at the crags
in cliffs until the whole world
tumbles into its steaming maw.
It rises and falls, rises and falls,
hailing into the flanks of miserable
animals on the storm-sodden tor.
Do they pine, as we do, for one
last breath of stagnant summer?
Poem Translated...Listen to the caw. He calls in fearPoem Translated...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for his mother, shouting: This is my voice
being put to rest. A whole. A breve.
lay your cupped hands around my waist, kiss
the bones no one cares to kiss? The scraped
elbow, the pinky. My tenor cleft chin.
you cannot hear me from the way you swing
the jib, catching this light breeze off Erie. Already
Milotic ReportMilotic (the Tender Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Water-type Pokémon found among large bodies of freshwater within the Hoenn, Sinnoh and Unova regions. Thought to be the most beautiful Pokémon in the world by humans across the globe, Milotic are calm and majestic in creatures that can calm even the most hostile emotions in people and Pokémon. They may not have the raw power seen in Pokémon like Gyarados, but if Milotic can do anything, it's take a beating and lull the opposition into not wanting to do anything but relax!Milotic Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Milotic are famous across the planet for their incredible beauty and elegant appearance, resulting in them being unofficially labeled as the world's most beautiful Pokémon. These creatures have been depicted in a variety of art mediums (paintings, sculptures, etc.) throughout most of history, obviously demonstrating that their aesthetic value is not something new to the world; in particular, many artists have painstakingly tried to cop
like a canvasyour eyes, like baby's breathlike a canvas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so bright, yet gentle
calling out to me
in gentle whispers
your cheeks, like raspberries
brushed with crimson
from winter's touch
and the mention of my name
your lips, like rose petals
rich, but soothing pink
that spend evenings calling my name
and wait oh so patiently for my kiss
your fingers, like cotton
light and soft
make me long to intertwine
mine with yours
your heartbeat, like a drum
pumping out a powerful tune
one i long to feel
right against mine
our love, like a rainbow
full of so much beauty
that stretches across time and space
and has no end
Metronome ReportMove Name: MetronomeMetronome Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Battle Classification: Technique
Total number of affected targets: 1
Direct contact needed to initiate technique: No
Base Power: -
Accuracy Rate: -
PP: 10 (maximum 16)
Recognized to be perhaps the most random and utterly confusing of moves, the Metronome technique is a bizarre move whose functions remain a complete mystery to this day. The Metronome technique effectively involves the user waggling its fingers in order to stimulate its memory into using almost any possible move known. While its true purpose and usefulness may be subject to the whims of luck, any trainer playing their game on a wing and prayer can come to appreciate the utter chaos this move can cause.
To say the least, the Metronome technique is a highly misunderstood move whose true functions are a complete and utter mystery even in the modern day. The Metronome itself is merely a waggling motion of the fingers back in forth in an effort to use simple meditation to stimulat
Don't Be AfraidDon't Be Afraid9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fear had a funny way of messing with one's thoughts. Over the years, Zuko had learned how to not let it consume him.
It seemed however, that at the current moment, that particular skill of his was quickly eluding him.
"There's too many," Katara whispered breathlessly. He felt her shift her weight nervously behind him, adjusting her stance and no doubt looking severe and ready for a fight.
The only problem, as it was surely very clear to the both of them (one unmasked and vulnerable, one hiding behind a face of blue and white), was that neither of them were fully prepared to take on the mass of fire nation warriors surrounding them.
"There's no escape," she whispered to the man behind her. He didn't understand why she trusted him, or why she was willing to fight by his side, but he wasn't exactly in a position to question her actions. Or her sanity. In fact, he didn't have much time to do anything but try to overcome his fear and realize that somehow he felt complete, utter gratitud
Last HopeILast Hope4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just a moment ago
You were here by my side.
You were looking at me,
You were smiling so fine.
But the death was so close,
I could feel her cold eyes.
The unfortunate cross,
And it changed our lives.
Only one second
And we're separated.
Only one second,
That made us appart.
Only one second,
I wanna forget, but
That's the very second,
That made us so far.
I'm standing by you, bleeding,
But I don't feel the pain.
I've got horrific feeling
I'm loosing you today...
Don't let me think of this!
Please, feel my painful kiss...
Do you hear my voice?
Do you hear me scream and cry?
That is all my fault,
That you're lying here and die...
Oh, please, open your eyes!
Give me any sign of life!
Give me just last hope,
That you really will survive...
Last hope... you will survive!
Last hope... you have to survive!
Hummingbird and Firefly"Did I ever tell you the story about the hummingbird and the firefly?"Hummingbird and Firefly5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She frowned. "Nuh-huh. What's it about, Mama?"
Megan balanced her weight on her bicycle as she fastened the clasp of her helmet. The cool night air brushed across her face, toying with her red hair as it blew over the town. Nights like this, where the only light came from the moon and the occasional house-window lights, were perfect for things like this.
She pushed off, going at a rather slow pace for now, watching as people drew their shutters or turned out their lights, so that one by one the houses blinked out as she passed.
"Well, one day, the firefly was zooming along .Bzz, bzz "
She giggled. "Fireflies don't make that sound, Mama!"
"They don't? Ah, what was I thinking?" her mother smiled. "What sound do they make, then?"
"They don't make sound!" she grinned.
The sound of her tires skipping over small pebbles in the dirt road seemed so much louder in the empty street. She was the only o