Daedalus "I do not care"Daedalus4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Murmured the Sun.
Burning above an obelisk-
of terror and somehow Daedalus,
breathes alone in a darkened room.
In slow gasps; the phone is down,
the metal blinds are drawn.
"Everything now is different.
But I am just the same."
Beneath the Acid SkyThe sky hangs low above our heads. It's more like a tarp, really. A white membrane suspended above a tiny, artificial planet. Structural formulas of various acids pattern the sky. Acetic acid. Hydrochloric acid. By the time you're five years old you know every pattern by heart.Beneath the Acid Sky6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Phosphoric acid. Boric acid."
I whisper to myself, laying on the vast expanse of grass. Soft folds ripple across the sky. Absently I scratch at the gravity generator clamped around my right upper arm. This planet is so small compared to Earth, at least that's what people tell me. There isn't much gravity, so the sky hangs low enough so that if you tried you could throw something up through the delicate membrane. You're not supposed to, but us kids do it anyway.
"Sulphuric acid. Citric acid."
I name two more wavering patterns printed above my head.
Suddenly something rockets through the membrane. A clean hole punctured through the white. Almost instantly it starts to knit itself back together, bu
Rhapsody In Zero GravityIs deep space silent?Rhapsody In Zero Gravity2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Amid the revolving spheres.
In perpetual night.
Or does God whisper?
Echoing across light-years vast.
Filling the void with song.
Ode to my grocer...The grocery cart had old fruit smashed and dried to its grated floor.Ode to my grocer...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Someone really ought to hose that off," thought I.
I've had this cart before,
and thought the same thing then.
The parking lot was conspicuously short on cars.
Saturday morning is usually busier.
A corporate megamart has opened
just five minutes from here.
I pushed the cart into my familiar market,
defiantly devoted in the face of change
to my beloved grocer, unpolished, unrefined
and unapologetically human.
The Pinova apples are painted vibrant shades of yellow, pink and red.
Perfect in their imperfection. Better there be scars than a thick polish of wax.
And the voices around me are they from Russia or Ukraine?
Is that Farsi or Arabic? I'm too ignorant to tell, but I love them all.
Alien music wafts through the aisles like invisible fog over a transparent bay.
Languages I don't understand, unique rhythms and instruments, too.
Wait! Is that Alsu singing Inagda? I haven't heard that since I was in Moscow.
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discoveryPrologueTurning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discovery2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Vignette One - Floating
He floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the six year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.
He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next twelve years.
Vignette Two - Focus
The monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either sid
NadirI.Nadir2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps if I speak to the wind
my fears will be drawn away
Every day the clock is ticking
concealing a vicious space
wherein lies a broken heart
It's actually timid
because it has no strength left
Chameleons arrive in festive colors
silent friends to match my moods
I tell them there is no cheese or wine
they are not offended
If a man could walk among the clouds
to see the shining sun
would he dream of laying down then
instead of flying off?
I watch and wait
here in my soul
the paint is peeling off the walls
old cobwebs tremble in the breeze
Still you have not come
to assist in my disease
perhaps you're waiting for my demise
Alas! the gold and silver are already gone
Wickersham leads the debate
in the cavernous halls of science
yet entropy will win out
Neath the briars he'll lie in state
Manifold tomes oft thumbed in quietude
exhaling breaths of dust and lavender
accompany me on my watch
in tower rooms of old
Un simple 14, de otro mes mas.Un simple 14, de otro mes mas.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoy es día especial y por distinto me da pena,
este sentimiento que condena no me deja respirar.
Los recuerdos de un amor, desecho y sin opción
mas que tener en la memoria un pedazo de ilusión.
Volver el tiempo atrás, borrando los errores,
que el destino por maldito nos hizo cometer.
Riéndose de un sueño y cortando aquellos hilos
que en un pasado juntos ambos unimos.
Volver a aquel momento en que con inocencia nos miramos,
para tomarte de las manos y decir que aun te amo,
confesando que te extraño y me muero al ocultarlo,
siendo fuerte me lastimo y aquí dentro hoy me encuentro.
Con una realidad que ha defraudado
mi mas profunda ilusión
Dicen que el tiempo no regresa...
Dicen que el tiempo ya paso...
Pero amor... Como le explico al corazón que lo nuestro se acabo?
como volverse a enamorar?, como volverme a ilusionar?
Si aun te pertenezco sin quererlo por supuesto.
Soy esclavo de un cuerpo que necesita de tus besos!
Yo supe al co
the speed addictthe speed addict knows if he stops moving,the speed addict12 years ago in Other More Like This
he will die. so when inertia takes hold
his heart falters and his head slams against
a future, lit by the dashboard. he hears
his veins stuttering like gears grinding out
a staccato refrain, while the wheel spins and
goes numb. as his breath twists away from his grip,
rasps a hol
Death of the ArtistRoland Barthes said, "Death of the Author," and society said, "Hey, why not?"Death of the Artist5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They didn't actually kill them, and it wasn't just the authors, either, though there isn't much written about the artists in those early days. The theory was to pretend that there was no author, to better separate the text from the experiences of the writer. Of course, that's impossible to enforce. So society went the other way. If they couldn't separate the author's experience from the text, they'd separate the author from experience.
It worked well, at first. What author or artist wouldn't leap at the chance to live in a commune full of no one but other artists and authors? They lived a kept life, with nothing to do but further their art. Everyone chosen to go for those first test runs was ecstatic. So they say.
Non-fiction authors don't go, of course. I've always wondered if they resent that.
I like to think that my parents are glad that I never showed the artistic talent to get myself shut away in one of
Immortality is a pain P4 [Pirate England X Reader]Chapter 4: Get through and awayImmortality is a pain P4 [Pirate England X Reader]3 years ago in Settings More Like This
This was it, your chances for marriage out the window. You were about to be deflowered by a pirate.
"This sucks so much!!" You screamed in your head, "This is not what I wanted to go down at all!"
You felt Arthur's cold hand slowly creeping up your shirt, and grab the strap of your bra.
And with some miracle, Arthur abruptly stopped when he heard a commotion on deck.
"Bullocks, those damn gits have to ruin this for me!" he cursed under his breath.
Then came a loud knocking from the door.
"Yes, what is it!?, can't this wait!" Arthur yelled at the door as he tidied himself up.
"Capn', But it is urgent! We're being attacked by another ship!"
"Fuck!" He ran out of the cabin, drawing his sword. He didn't bother to close the doors, you could hear him screaming orders to the crew. You stared at the doors for a while with a blank expression, and it finally registered.
"Here's my chance! While they're busy fighting, I can skedaddle myself out of here. " You smile
Te amoQuiero poder tenerte a mi ladoTe amo7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quiero poder besarte cada vez que quiera
Quiero cerrar los ojos y que estés a mi lado
Y que cuando los abras sigas ahí
Quiero que me abraces cada segundo
Y que tu voz llene el aire en cada minuto
Necesito ver tu sonrisa
Esa que tanto me hace falta
No quiero decirle al aire: te amo
Cada vez que pienso en ti
Quiero tenerte a mi lado
Y que seques estas lágrimas
Que surcan mi rostro
Estas lágrimas de las que eres el dueño
Estas lágrimas que surgen cada vez que pienso en ti
Y en lo mucho que te amo
me mendiga el almaEspérame, joven mía.me mendiga el alma4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Estoy en el infierno de los hombres buenos
Donde el hambre se comparte y los cartílagos de dios
Se intercambian por muerte
Aquí los hombres se enferman de amor y comen con hermosura el cielo.
La memoria es materia que se une al hueso
Pudriendo con ansia los sueños
Te veré vestida de Eva
Destrozando todos los ojos de los hombres
Quiero que no te resuciten, que no seas el argumento de una vida.
Aquí soy un mendigo poeta, esperando con adicción verte
Y acabar de vivir lo que dejaste llorando violentamente.
Quiero contarte como te veías muerta
Como ansiaba morir y vivir contigo eternamente
Le informe a las flores cada noche
Como te abordaba con pasión debajo de la tierra
Me invito a pasar a su CorazonMe invito pasar a su corazónMe invito a pasar a su Corazon4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Entre y era tan extenso que no llegaba a ningún costado del derecho ni del izquierdo.
Y es su corazón tan grande que al ver arriba no conseguí ver el tope.
Y conocí a gozo.
Gozo tan grande y vivo que era como el mismo sentimiento que tenemos cuando todo es perfecto.
Encontré a paz.
Esa paz me cautivo era tan grande tan relajante que nunca había sentido.
Es como cuando Dios dice, está todo bien no desmalles yo estoy en el control de todo.
Al ver a un lugar apartado también encontré bondad.
Me quede con ella platicando durante horas.
Todo lo que encontré en ella, era actitud inimaginable.
Era tan humilde y sincera, era tan callada y honesta.
LoveLove Never Fails...Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amid the dark rapids of time
That drag us away
To hold you close to me
Crimson and Gold - Claude x Sebastian - Part 1Crimson and Gold - Claude x Sebastian - Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well, here it is you guys, as promised. Part 1 of my Claudey and Sebby fanfic. This is the first time I've published any of my fics online, it's kind of nerve-wracking XD I'll give this a T - rating for now for yaoiness, nothing explicit yet. But it will receive an M - rating in Part 2. Don't like yaoi? Boy x boy? Sexy butler love? Then please avert ye eyes. Anyway, I hope my writing style isn't too weird, I tend to be quite descriptive :3 I really hope you enjoy it, I worked very hard on it, I'd love to know what you think!
Sebastian Michaelis: the Raven butler who felled his enemies with fistfuls of forks and knives, the man who could seduce with a smile and a wink, lie awake in his modest, iron-frame bed staring up at the ceiling. Wispy tendrils of jet black hair lay carelessly across his face over his blood red eyes - his appearance of little concern to him
His Master, Deceit 2His Master, Deceit 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting: our time, actual time, currently the time and space era we inhabit this very moment. Or, as some may call it of this very moment 2011.
Traffic was horrible, it was as if all of London knew that I was in a hurry and was hell bend on making sure I reached my destination as slowly as possible. I could go into a long recollection of how I attempted to outrun other cars, beat traffic signals and try not to run over pedestrians, but that would take too long.
To put it simply, I abandoned my car- well, technically Ciel's car- in the middle of a busy street and decided to run to the airport.
A bit out of breath I stride to the first entry onto the plane, the attendant takes my pre-ordered ticket and rips off the piece she keeps. Her large brown eyes briefly survey my body, her sight staying locked on my eyes before flickering to my chest. Sighing I quirked one eyebrow in a silent plea to continue on with my journey; I know I'm attractive, demons usu
Bulletproof Heart P.10-15Bulletproof Heart P.10-154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Izzy was with every movement, closer to freedom. She could feel her neck begin to de-numb, which hurt like hell. It wouldn't slow her down though. Hopefully Aron and the boys were on their way. She slipped through another metal tunnel and had a look through the ventilation grate opening. Large masses of SCARECROWS were running down the hallway; each with a gun in hand.
"They're here." Izzy giggled, relaxing while watching the men run by. It meant Aron was near by. She lifted her left hand and slipped her glove off. The ring was still there, after all the years of waiting. Three to be exact. She hoped they all could escape to Zone 9, where she used to live at before everything happened. Snow. Her head shook as she regained her ground and awareness of the current situation.
"Where's KORSE; wasn't he supposed to be in his tube by now?" One of the SCARECROWS asked.
Out of one of the hallways emerged a Drac, "He was, but I guess he disappeared." There was mass confusion.
Izzy began to panic