EternityEternity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Don't go towards the light.'
It's amusing to consider how mankind always attempts a grasp at the unknown, pointlessly peddling their theories on one another in a endless struggle to understand what, simply put, cannot be understood. Perhaps we should consider that the mind is not yet capable of comprehending the concept of 'undefined,' just as it cannot truly grasp the idea of infinity or true nothingness
Regardless, the way we go about it, you would think there was a bright silver path waiting for us on the other side. That when our brush with death becomes more than a passing touch there must be some clear moment for us to decide 'to go, or not to go?'
But no and now, looking back, I don't fathom how I could ever have believed that.
I remember the feeling only too well, like being suspended in warm nothingness, held firm in all directions by a gentler force than gravity. By t
The WatchmakerThe Watchmaker3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thomas sat hunched over his worktable in the corner of the dark shop, tired green eyes peering alternatively through his mixed set of lenses and magnifying glasses. The slim silver tools in his thin fingers never once clinked together as he worked, turning over the dozens of tiny metal gears and springs laid out before him, checking each one studiously for the hundredth time that week.
He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew he'd find nothing. The pieces were perfect, crafted and meticulously cut from the finest metals. They gleamed in the light of the table's single candle, reflecting the shifting shadows that flicked across the room. He'd never seen anything like them in all his yearsmuch less held such things in his handsand Thomas' aged heart beat furiously as he gazed at them through the glass.
The Pale Gentleman hadn't been lying There was certainly something special about these parts
Elizabeth, the old watchmaker prayed silently, I hope
To.seek.a.voice. VII: SolitudeFor all sad wordsTo.seek.a.voice. VII: Solitude4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The saddest are those you hide
Beneath music when your voice dies.
A trembling shy memory of slumbering minds,
Living on what's have been past behind,
How to smell a rose that died?
To roses that walked along your side.
When the sense is rotten yet sublime.
SuicideSUICIDESuicide5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life has become too much to bear
So now I take my last breath of air
You have hurt me far too often
So now I lay into my coffin
Everyday you cause me pain
Now I've finally gone insane
How to do it? How to do it?
Arsenic, cyanide, or maybe a bullet
The method chosen, I raise the gun
My suicide has now begun
Sweating fingers pull the trigger
My lust for death can get no bigger
A single gunshot heard all around
Now my lifeless body hits the ground
My head, the bullet has passed through
Now I've taken my life
And it's all because of you
The Truth: Problems - One of Six[The Truth: Problems - One of Six]The Truth: Problems - One of Six3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Read Out Loud!
We can not run from our problems.
They want us to think they are strong.
But the fact of the matter
is that's absolutely dead wrong.
They make us believe we are the ones meek
Too scared and frightened keeping ourselves weak.
Controlling our lives with their own fear.
A fear that if they let up for even a second
We will rise up for battle
And be a force to be reckoned.
So we are kept at bay
By their shape-shifting ability to adapt
Into the thoughts we wish would just stay back.
Sometimes to survive we try to run away
with a false feeling of hope that would never stay.
And they let us.
An ingenious ruse to keep us down
And never fight to purge the guilty crown.
They will never show us their true form.
Love that Travels Afar chp. 9Love that Travels Afar chp. 94 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shika-" I breathed trying to surpress a moan. "It's 7;30 and we're going to be late to Ichirakus." I whispered softly. After school we had ended up at his house to study for our World History test. But ended up entagled on his bed half naked. "Why don't we just stay here?" He said as his hand glided across my bare chest making me writhe. He was so hypnotizing, the way he would talk me into staying with him. It was silent for a moment as I tried to p
Too Late WishShe wished for a pair of wings,Too Late Wish9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but it was too late for them to be useful.
The fall of her soul had begun so long ago,
but back then she hadn't noticed it.
He had wished for healing,
but he had lost too much blood already.
The wounds on his soul had bled for too long,
all those dark and blind years.
He had wished for a cure,
but the sedative already flowed in his veins.
The venom inside his soul had had its course,
slowly killed his essence and will.
Their wishes were never realized,
just as they never realized it was too late.
If they only had listened to voice of their souls,
they all would have been saved