the rindPity squats in my mouth sour as a lemon rindthe rind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shriveling my heart raisin thin
And hanging two inches clean from forgotten
It cranks my head away as the bile rises up
With two rough but solicitous hands unseen
In years past I'd have been oozing with help
But since then have seen the hands I grip unclean
And just as eager to pull me under
Drown me in their gutter as I become another
Stepping stone in their ladder
When I glance away
It is for my own health and safety
But every time I do the raisin squeezes tighter
And I begin to wonder
What's wrong with all of us
Anything OtherAnything Other4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I can always expect
Anything other than happiness
A cry in the night is what I hear
To be shown the light is what I fear
Why should I Scream or cry?
Ive left everything behind
A sound comes from my soul
That cries for me instead
That way a single tear has never been shed
Cant I always expect the same?
I'm to afraid to change
I believe there is no more hope
left for me
So I left my heart out at sea
Sent it away,didn't need it any more
It just seemed like some useless chore
They scream at me
Like I'd ever dare to dream
My brain has dried of imagination
Leaving me with no sensation
I wont cry,I know I'm fine
So I humbly decline
All the pity everyone gives
Cause its to much trouble just to live
Sachmet I, Chapter 1, Part 1Sachmet I, Chapter 1, Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sachmet, The Black Pyramid
Chapter I / Part I
In the afternoon the Queen was in the nature, because she loved her and looked around in her happy kingdom. She was not like other kings before, because she performed mostly her own work.
Even when the pyramids of her father, who died recently from an illness, she joined in too. The vizier was not more enthusiastic about it. A queen can the workers work for it and will not invest it yourself.
It had also done her ancestors. Once horrible ruler who killed the workers if they do not obey. Mostly this was not possible, because they almost starved. The famine had come into the country.
Horus, that was her name, was very lovely. She took care of the offspring of their people. Do not command them and paid the workers. They fly without it and still worked. It made fun and they wanted to enjoy the "Golden Age. Rarely, the Egyptians had such a generous and not greedy rulers.
Just as every day Horus walked through her kingdom and visited friends. Tod
A Little, A Lot Or Not At AllA Little, A Lot Or Not At All7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From out of springs confusion,
that wanted it all or nothing
and used to wish too be autumn colours...
The rain of forgiveness swept down
from mountains of frustration.
In time flowers grow over graves and battlefields.
I broke dandelion clocks to remind myself
of the words you said, when we were getting along.
Even though the world wears us
away in winter you cry with me.
Not letting go until we've cried it all out.
The funeral of the sun became
the rebirth of our love.
Like summer kisses burying
the things that scare me.
I chained daisies together, not to question your love
but just so I could feel the same in return.
Each grip of every tear let go, is evened out
from every word from your lips. That feels like your hand in mine.
Drifting through the road signs alone at night.
Directed to one another by what we feel.
Your sincere prayers keep me near
as our dreams escape the land.
Crossing the sea to keep each other close.
Shadows are to weak too grip...
And to strong too weep.
Acurrate Eponine CostumeHonestly, there is only one thing that annoys me about the Les Miserables musical and that thing is, like in the book, Eponine and how the fans romanticize her. If you have only seen the musical and never picked up the book, you might assume Victor Hugo's Eponine wears a cute short sleeved blouse, a slightly tattered skirt, a cap, a trench coat, a men's belt with a big brass buckle, and some old boots. You'd probably think she was drop dead gorgeous, busty, and had perfect hair. And you would be dead wrong. Never in the book does it ever mention Eponine wearing a cap (except when dressed as a boy) or a coat, she didn't have a proper belt (or bodice for that matter), and several times she is described as being barefoot. She was not particularly well-endowed, and passed as a feminine boy easily enough. She was not overwhelmingly beautiful though if she had an easier life she might have been; she was dirty and most likely had bad teeth and bushy eyebrows.Acurrate Eponine Costume1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A Voicethey're sitting in silence. every movement is stiff, full of tightly wound wires and boxed voices that only speak at the press of a button. Woman wraps herself tighter in her coat, wishing to be swallowed whole, down the gullet of the thick fabric and away from the sound of Girl choking on her words as Man sits with a ridged back and stares into the air.A Voice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(the three have concluded that there is nothing to be said.)
Girl shifts in her seat, feeling outlandish and confused. Woman closes her eyes and goes to her happy place; Man bears the weight of the room with his eyelids.
Girl can recite the pictures and look at the wordsif only she knew what they meant (but at least she knows that she doesn't know).
truthfully it's not really the silence that bothers her, but rather the ringing in her ears. she can't hear the song playing in her head when her ears are ringing. her face scrunches up and she yells out for the ringing to quit it, because she is in no mood.
Enter the ShamanLike Shamans,Enter the Shaman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give form forces,
Communicate the foundation
To glean new perspectives,
An aspect within a society,
Walking the forest
I would go so far-
Demons were at their most subdued.
BTOM: Purpose and DeterminationBTOM: Purpose and Determination1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was high in the sky, showering the city of Tenochtitlan with golden rays of heat and making it nearly impossible to endure the tiresome arithmetic lessons this early afternoon.
Chicomeacatl wasn’t listening to the instructor anymore, anyway, not since he’d discovered the praying mantis right below the open window he was sitting next to.
It had taken him a while to realize the large predator for what it was. Camouflaged as a dry leaf, it lurked among the foliage, shifting with the gentle breeze and patiently waiting for its prey.
The object of its desire was a slender lizard that bustled over the ground, looking for smaller insects and utterly unaware of the skulking danger above. In fact, the lizard’s persistent search for food drove it closer and closer to its mortal enemy, almost right beneath the mantis’s calculated position.
Body tensed in excitement and fascination, Chicomeacatl held his breath and didn’t dare to exhale, as if the slightest mo
Forever LoyalHe saw her coming out of the deli, she smelled like blood-sick and old wounds hiding under her last pair of clothes that didn't have tears in them. He went to her and introduced himself. She gave him a sausage. It was love.Forever Loyal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He followed her for the rest of the day, ears pricked forward as he listened to her talk. It was funny how that made her happy. She would say "Piston, sit." And he would sit, stump where his tail should be wagging as she pet him with pale fingers. When she did that, he knew she wasn't blood-sick, she was food for others who were and they nipped at her like he sometimes nipped at the heels of children when they tried to stray into traffic. He could smell it all over her, the ghost of blood-sick hands but he knew they weren't trying to help her, they would kill her.
He barked, to try to tell her this but all she did was give him another sausage and coo, her messy brown hair getting in his eyes as she bent down and pressed her forehead against his, eyes closed. He lear
Unsolved CrimeRock smashed ScissorsUnsolved Crime3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Paper covered up
DreamI dreamt of a life without wintersDream5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a meadow without flowers
and an ocean without souls
Sometimes a dream sticks with you
and haunts you like a story
told for you, only you
sometimes autumn turns into spring
and you don't even know where the days went.
Sometimes Christmas is one week before Easter.
Sometimes you wake up
and feel sorry.
I Remain - Chapter 3"So this is where you've been hiding."I Remain - Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nut turned around, startled. The voice was familiar, but she had developed a natural suspicion of everything, being so protective of her children.
Shu looked attentively at his daughter, taking in all the small changes in her since he'd last seen her. She still looked beautiful and young, like her divine nature permitted, but her eyes looked a hundred years older. Before he could gather the words to speak, she asked:
"Why have you come?"
Her tone was not ungentle, but the whole situation implied the wariness she did not show in her voice. She probably still resented him for taking Ra's side and helping him prevent her relationship with Geb. She might even think he was there to do her harm.
"I have not come at Ra's request, I assure you," he said, trying to melt the ice of her protective walls. Shu would have a hard time trying to reconcile with his daughter, and he had better assure a good start.
After Nut and Geb had started an romantic
Good MorningGood Morning10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I woke up again today
hungry for you.
Hope is goneThe time for me has comeHope is gone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A time of waiting and longing
A time of wishing and loving
And if the time for you has come
My eyes could no longer tell
My eyes blinded by these tears of heaven and hell
Heaven for finding you
Hell for not having you
If there was a time where I could tell you were mine
I guess that time is forever gone
And all this time
All this waiting and loving
All this wishing and longing
Had not awaken you
Had not made you realize
You are foolly blinded by the world that surrounds you
That you dont allow yourself to see
To see its me, and no one else
So I promise myself:
Not in this life, nor in the next!
Blind yourself with what you have
Ill find a way to survive
Through the waiting and the loving
Through the wishing and longing
Through this pain we cannot share
The pain I have to carry
Theres no hope anymore
No hope of being happy one day
Because my other half is in you
And you cannot see me with the eyes of the soul
EulogySleep now.Eulogy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The long, terrible day is done.
Night has come with gracious sleep, and
Sealed your eyes at last.
And though these tears
I shall not linger here;
For we will meet
After this dying season ends,
And embrace in
That knows no pain.