autoflowerreorganize the bodyautoflower3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my artillery is a hall full of dancers
because to avoid death the ocean divides itself
and divides itself
until it's a shadow full of rooms
or eventually even the acid and the earthquake
But we've imagined this backwards.
the elephant's battered radiation talks all prophets from the building
Upon the stockpile mouths flood dry
and so many cardinals
of that hollow universe
And so what, auction the wind
After, no one will be left to speak
and I laugh because the same parts divide us
For the machine:
I hang these plane crashes from your clotheslines
The WindowWe stood like two statues near the window, your hands carefully holding my waistThe Window5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops touched the tormented pavement, following those same cracks they always traced
As we watched a cat climbing cars and faces full of misinterpretation
We smiled and read each other's thoughts, our usual way of communication
The back of my pale neck sensed the shadow of your hair
I could imagine us in a million light years, still standing over there
The very moment resembled breathing: natural, eternal and complete
Earth seemed to fade at the horizon and begin right at our feet
Then I slowly turned my head and whispered three questions in your ear
"What are you doing on this human-inhabited planet then, my dear?
Why does time seem to chase us more and more each hour?
And will the cardboard birdhouse survive this heavy shower?"
Fingers entwined, eyes fixed on the watercolour sky,
like a softly shimmering statue near a window -
I listened to your reply.
ConfessionFather. I fear I have sinned.Confession4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My child, what have you done?
I couldn't help myself. It was so beautiful. I had to feel it break beneath my fingers; its blood slick my hands, my tongue, my throat. I had to have it in my mouth. I tore at it with my teeth, peeling the skin from the bone. Like jewels, its life dripped from my tears and my scratches. They welled and slithered and dropped. Incandescent beneath the harsh light of where I had caught it. Such a beautiful creature now withered in my hands . and Father?
You want to know the most delusional part of it?
At that moment my vision became clear. Light shown down upon me. Did I see an angel Father? Did I serve our lord by destroying such a beautiful thing?
No, my child.
mouthbreatheryou'll call me pretty things because you don't know my name yet:mouthbreather5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today: empty doorways.
i am empty doorways. a prosthetic limb with vermillion coated oceans oozing from beneath my kneecaps, and you'll say you love me as you swim in the soaking floorboards.
(& i'll call you beautiful as i trace your stained skin with my ivory fingertips. i love you back.)
yesterday: november sunsets.
i am november sunsets. a starry-eyed shoreline, crashing beneath the supernovas, and washing your feet as i drag you closer to me. after that you'll show me your split lips and touch them against mine.
(& i'll touch yours back, and tell you november sunsets can't compare to you.)
i am honey. the sweet on your lips and the rays of daylight smothering your chest and warming your heart, and you'll cuddle close to my crinkled denim and fidget with your glow bracelets; then ask to spend every afternoon like this, on the bleachers.
( & i'll say yes and then brush your hair be
Ink Stains.Ink Stains.Ink Stains.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ink stained your hands, coated your fingers. As you wrote you smiled, and I watched you peacefully. Sunlight filtered in through the window behind you, coming down through the leafy branches of a large tree that stood watch outside. It sparkled and gleamed in your hair, so beautiful. Were you warm, were you as comfortable as I was?
When you looked up at me your eyes were oh so pretty. Green and silver; I will not forget them. And you smiled. You had a lovely smile. Some times, it made me want to cry. But you looked happy then. Were you happy?
I just watched as you wrote that letter. A long letter to say that you were leaving, and maybe you wouldn't come back. Not this time. Not for a long time. You tried not to cry, and I had to look away when the tears began. I couldn't see you like that. You were so small, so thin. It really would have been too much I guess I should have known then. I wish I had seen it But you were okay then, you smiled and laughed. You sa
Constellations part 3Tobey/Theo's P.O.V~~~Constellations part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The room was washed in pale blue light, a peaceful lagoon under the night's beautiful sky. It was dead quiet, other than the soft breathing from the two of us and the mellow whistle of the wind on the other side of the window. The breezes outside tugged at the trees and shadows began to dance all upon the walls and floors while I watched silently on one side of the room, and Becky gazing calmly through the window and up to the moon at the other end. Her voice softly spoke, "Tobey?" she asked, I was indeed surprised she used my old name, it's nostalgic ring filled my head with memories, "Yes?" I replied, accepting her inquiry and the usage of a name banished.
"Help me find the constellations," she answered softly, her request had taken me aback, since she usually asked me to bug off, then again she spoke, "Please?"
Beautiful it was when I first entered the room, though the lights were on, but when I caught sight of the moon just outside
just a small actionThe other day I went into the book store with a pack of post-it-notes and some pens.just a small action5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I went to the horror section and placed post-it-notes saying "Your life is never as bad as the ones in the stories" inside each and every book.
I want them to believe the lie.
I went to the self help section and inside every book I stuck a post-it-note saying "You dont need to do anything, your perfect".
I hope they believe me.
I went to the small area given to manga books and wrote on the post-it's "tell your friends that not all books have plain black text on ivory pages".
I needed them to spread the word.
I went to the children's section and started spreading the news, that their childhood was great and they should love every minute.
I wasnt sure they knew.
I went to the cooking books and put post-it-notes on all my faviuorite recipies saying "try it, its good."
I thought they should give it a try at least.
I went to the sci-fi aisle and wrote to the readers that they can imagine a world so much bet
Tobey's Writers BlockTobey, you're pacing again.Tobey's Writers Block3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The boy genius snapped out of his daze, and glanced up towards the ceiling. Oh great! The annoying, omnipotent voice was back. He had derailed Tobey from his train of thought, and just when he was so close to finding it! This made the kid irritated. The voice certainly had a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient times just to narrate his every move.
"I am well aware of the fact that I am pacing." Tobey growled to the ceiling. "Need I remind you its part of my creative process?"
Yeah, but you've been doing it for a full hour and a half.
"And it will take even longer now that you've interrupted me! I was on the verge of finding it!"
Finding yet another "perfect" plan to defeat Wordgirl, I'm sure.
"Actually," Tobey stopped and folded his arms. "I'm trying to find a good rhyme for 'antidisestablishmentarianism .' The closest I've come to is 'prism' but it doesn't really seem to work."
Uh… what? Why would you need a r
The Art of Un-KnowingGive your burden the mane of a lion. Of yourself,The Art of Un-Knowing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make a kraal. Split your heart
and fashion its two halves into a pair of goats.
Tether one to a stake. Then pull all the shades
for darkness, barricade the door,
listen for a nervous bleat, a skitter of hooves
in the mind's dirt. Feel nothing when the animal
screams. Believe: it's only a goat.
And here, the art - a bloody thorn, a twist
of hair will show you how the lion gets in, where
to dig the trap. When it is dead
burn the carcass. When the winds have drunk
the last of its ash, you'll still have one good goat.
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
Don't go chasing FirefliesThis was something random I came up with xD lots of fullfiness hahahah this is ToBecky<3Don't go chasing Fireflies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a fine summer evening, a very nice evening indeed. It was also the night of the 8th grade dance and every 8th grader in Plumeloko city's main middle school was excited for it.
All except for one particular teen, who was sitting solemnly on her porch all prettied up but alone.
Becky looked down at the sidewalk and found a small round pebble, which she kicked, but instead of rolling into the street like she intended, she sent it up into the air with brute force.
Into the sky it went, and maybe into orbit.
She sighed and listened for any cars that may be coming down her street.
"Well, might as well just walk," she said glumly, "Doesn't look like he's coming at all. Pfft!"
She got up and dusted her dress off, but decided to let her mother know she was leaving, so she opened her front door and shouted, "Mom! I'm leaving! Se
SmileTrue feelings, real meanings, invisible things are often much more important than any visible, apparently real things. A smile's meaning can be as visible as the sunlight for some, for others it's as invisible as the wind. The ones that see the sunlight are able to feel the wind on their skin but the ones that don't feel the wind, will never be able to really see the sunlight, unless they free their hearts and let the wind teach them how to fly and the sun "light up their face with gladness. It is only then when "you'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.."Smile5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Spotlight on Comrade Hero ISpotlight on Comrade Hero I5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Create a Superhero for the Stan Lee Foundation: Comrade Hero
Daily posts that provide information, insights and other interesting facts about Comrade Hero.
January 12, 2011
Interesting Facts about Comrade Hero: Costume
The details and colors of Comrade Hero's uniform have pretty much stayed the same since 2004.
The major change has been the adoption of a military style tactical belt and the addition of a Soviet-era Belt Buckle with Hammer and Sickle Emblem.
In 2010 I updated the uniform along the lines of modern soft body armor concepts currently being developed and utilized by military and law enforcement personnel. The boots and gloves were based on Soviet-era designs.
The Domino Mask that Comrade Hero wears is a deliberate throwback to the early costumed crime-fighters of the 1930's and 1940's.
Initially I wanted Comrade Hero's uniform to reflect the colors of the Russian Federation - Red, White, and Blue. But they kind of clashed rather
In My Head 8 - DaeyangChapter 8In My Head 8 - Daeyang4 years ago in Romance More Like This
~ Three Days Later ~
~ ~ ~ Taeyang ~ ~ ~
I stared at the wall of the principles office unseeingly. I was in trouble again. This time I had set fire to the Physics teacher's fake plant that she kept on her desk. I was hoping to burn down the building with me inside it or something like that, but she had put it out with the fire extinguisher, the bitch.
The principle glared furiously at me. "Young-Bae, you have gone too far this time." He snapped. "A fire is a serious matter, people could've been hurt! You could've killed other students!"
I dropped my gaze to my lap. "I'm sorry sir. It wont happen again."
He continued glaring at me as he crossed his arms over his chest. "That's what you said yesterday when you let all the lab mice in the Biology classes free. Why should I believe you this time?" I said nothing. "Exactly Young-Bae, I shouldn't. Because nothing you have done has given me any reason to trust you. I thought the things you did before were bad Young-Bae, but in the p
Threads of time: Clockwork Chronicle2CHAPTER 2: Nightmares.Threads of time: Clockwork Chronicle23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Becky....Save us!" someone shouted from a distance, "Where are you?" she screamed.
Fear and determination mixed into a hot adrenaline that flowed thickly through her veins, nothing around her was familiar to her eyes. She could see jagged mountains in front of her, higher than the clouds.
Impulse drove her to climb up.
Wait climb? she thought? I CAN FLY! but when she tried she found herself still planted on the ground.
Wierd, she thought, but climbed on up, touching particularly warm rock..... in fact, the higher she went up, the hotter it got.
"HELP! BECKY!" cried the voice, it was male this time, but it was adolescent. "Tj?" she asked herself.
Suddenly there was a rumbling, rocks tumbled down and blood curdling screams rang out like murder. "WHERE ARE YOU!?" she cried, but all she could hear were screams for her, pleading for her. Rocks threatened to knock her down, and eventually carried out their threats. Her vision blocked out by thick black, lungs constrict
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear