the peculiarities of lifethe peculiarities of life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly... we fall...
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...
Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!
Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise
3 : 15 am3 : 15 am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is It Life As Cruel And Sad
As You Always Claim ?
It Is Worse
But Not Tonight
Because Tonight It is You And It Is I
Sachmet I, Chapter 1, Part 1Sachmet I, Chapter 1, Part 12 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
Lantern FestivalA single candleLantern Festival2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flickering in the moonlight
A name and message
Whispering along the shore
Silently, across the waves
i am fromi am from4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am from
I am from the mighty spear barer, the reader of the realm of dreams. The lei, the exalted overseer of the curving slash of mighty lightning. Released into the heavens, demon of the earth. My unwilting lei of the fragrant wall of the forests of Puna. The sand, the shroud of the heavens, the vast heavens. The lonely one, conqueror of the islands of Hawai'i. Rivers running to the to the first son of the headwaters.
I am from the lair of the long tailed scurriers and the six legged nibblers, the bladed war machines of old and the sweet voiced music makers.
I am from the stronghold of the of the white crowned monarch, to the song filled green mazes bellow. From the dry breathed outcast of the west, to the roaring hammers that ceaselessly pound the corpses of the hidden cities and the bones of mighty fire.
You're On My Mind TonightYou're On My Mind TonightYou're On My Mind Tonight2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I bite my lip contemplating about what topic I should be writing.
Love, lust, anger, or greed?
Sigh, I wish that this pen would bleed:
Metaphors and similes
Rhymes and hyperboles
So as I sit here near the lamplight
You gently come on my mind tonight
I've heard that love isn't easy to shed.
My eyes get hazy as I think about you like crazy
I'll share with you that I never fall head over heels
But I always get weak in the knees
Being "In love" ain't the right word, I admit
"Pure Infatuation"- Now that's it
You have my soul chained to cement
Like a sugary sweet torment
A lone wolf's howl cries
For you, she happily surrenders pride
Vibrant colors of purples and blues
On her skin like agonizing hues
But for you, it feels extravagant- like gold
Special- for her alone to hold
You're on my mind tonight
In my hand, a wand of graphite
Magic-less caused by a block
My thoughts seem to be locked
In this deliciously devious day dream
Intense, dangerous, with firey moon
CollisionHave you ever looked into nothingCollision3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and found what drove you apart,
listened so hard to your head
and getting interference from your heart?
Misdirection pulsing through my actions,
I take another leap
and land on the other side.
A star lit my way...
Your bright light
will save my life,
your energy is giving me
the strength to fight.
Have you ever looked out at nothing,
and found her in your heart?
Your bright light will save my ife,
your heat is my strength to stand.
This bright light will
illuminate my nights,
and our hearts will collide.
Coffee in the RainRain poured down the darkened streets of New York as a young man in his early twenties dragged his feet along the wet pavement. Wet, dripping hair was plastered across his forehead as he made his way down the dimly lit street. Dark bags hung from tired eyes, his skin pale and chilled with goose bumps, dressed in nothing but a sopping wet t-shirt and an old pair of jeans. An empty bottle of beer was grasped lightly in his hands.Coffee in the Rain3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nothing could describe the shit that this man had gone through earlier that day. One, his car had been towed during the previous night. Two, he had lost his wallet on the subway. Three, he had gotten off on the wrong stop on the way to work. Four, he had been late to a very important conference call that in turn led to number Five: his boss had firing him because of the aforementioned cause.
Sometimes he just wished his life was exciting. Sometimes he just wished he had as much adventure and care-free zest as he had had when he was a child. Sometimes he just wan
The StrangerThe StrangerThe Stranger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Evelyn Ortiz
It's snowing today, the sky's gray and it's getting dark. The street lights should be turning on soon. This presence, I can feel it again, the feeling of being watched. It's been twenty minutes already and I can't shake him. He's always behind me no matter which street corner I turn or how many roads I cut across. I know someone's there. I can feel them staring, watching my every move. I've been able to distract myself till now. Calling people or stopping at convenience stores on my way home but it's quiet now. I'm almost to the house. All I have to do is get past the door and lock it. All I have to do is stay calm. It seems like lately, this has been occurring often. I've noticed something these last couple of days. This presence, it seems like it has been following me for a while now. Who are they? Oh, I can see the apartment! I pick up my pace a little, walking quickly through the falling snow. It's colder then usual today. I put my hand in my pocket, wr
Day 16- Pure SilenceI'm keeping my lips sealedDay 16- Pure Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just for today
I'm sick of all the laughter
I'm sick of all these jokes...
They think it's really funny
Day in and day out...
To end a precious life
All because of you
And the stupid mocks...
Let me die...
Wither in pain...
Just let this end!
So today I stand up for you
I don't want you dead
All because you're gay
You don't have to change...
Don't let their foolish words
Kill you inside out...
So today I stand up for you
On this day of silence
To Feed On Plastic BottlesWith skin-burned earthTo Feed On Plastic Bottles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hungry eyes,
They outstretch their hands
For plastic bottles
A little money?
So they can live
On their dusted grounds
For another day.
Indescribable MemoriesLaughterIndescribable Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was unfamiliar to it then
But somehow he brought it back in my life
He made me laugh uncontrollably
He brought joy to me
He gave me happiness
He made me not remember
And I loved him for it
He had it for me
And I had it for him
There was no me
There was no him
There was only us
It was an unfamiliar feeling at the time
It was indescribable
Unlike anything else
It was beautiful
Much like him
Time of Their Lives Chapter 23Chapter 23: Auror Potter and the Tale of Dudley DursleyTime of Their Lives Chapter 233 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monday morning Harry got up early, he was very excited. He went downstairs and cooked a breakfast of eggs and bacon and toast. Today was his first day as an official Auror and he couldn't wait. About ten minutes later Ginny came down the stairs dressed in her navy blue Gringotts robes, she plopped down at the table and smiled at him.
"You're making breakfast for me? What's the occasion?" she said with a smile.
"I dunno I couldn't sleep, so I got up early." said Harry.
Ginny got up and walked over to him, she slipped her arms around his waist from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"You're not nervous are you Auror Potter?" she teased.
Harry turned from the stove so he was facing her and she smiled up at him, he returned her smile and leaned down to kiss her.
"Maybe a little bit," he said with a smirk.
"Well don't be, you're going to be a wonderful Auror." she said, and she kissed him again, "now where's my breakfast?" she
Just DepressedI'm depressed, and that is all.Just Depressed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to hard notes on a piano.
Bang, Bang, Bang....
I forgot how "crying yourself to sleep" doesn't involve much sleeping at all.
I forgot how hard it is to not have anyone to talk to.
My eyes are sore and full of tears,
My head is about to explode,
And my heart is torn in two....
Insecurities of a Fat Girl185 lbs.Insecurities of a Fat Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stringy, oily hair.
Stretch marks as far as the eyes can see.
Thighs bigger than a ham.
if...if...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I'd been born one day sooner, I would have met you on the first day of kindergarten.
If I hadn't broken my foot when I was on my bike when I was three, I would have met you in school the following day.
If I'd given up on searching for my cat one hour sooner, I would have sat on the same bench as you at the park.
If I'd hadn't kissed the boy across the street, I would have seen you bringing my mother cookies.
If I had payed attention in class rather than drawing, I would have noticed you when you came to give my teacher a note.
If I hadn't fallen for the coolest guy in school, I would have noticed you alone on the end of the lunch table of which I sat.
If I had gone to the bookstore with my mom, I would have seen you at the café.
If I had the courage to climb the rock wall at the county fair, I would have met you at the top.
If I had taken the chance to learn to ride a horse, I would have gotten you as my instructor.
If I hadn't been sick my entire fresh
Under A Stormy NightIt's like a misty night, with the wind breezing slightly and making the soft, smokey drizzle condense against my skin. It's not hot, but it's warm enough that I have my jacket sleeves rolled up, but cold enough that I have to keep the jacket on.Under A Stormy Night3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a rumble of thunder. An impending storm. My mind can't focus on that, though. It can only focus on a welling feeling in my chest. The rain is getting heavier, pressing down harder against my clothes and skin.
And in a burst of energy, I start to run. I don't care where I run, I just run. I run through forests, over streets, across playgrounds, long abandoned lots, deserted intersections, over rocks. I hear rain rushing around me, I feel wind pushing with me, helping me fly.
Wanderlust overcomes me, I keep running, and running. Lightning flashing, thunder rolling.
Nature is around me, though. Her trees and forms and phantoms all benevolent to me, for I am her child.
And when I can no longer run, I stop.
I close my eyes. I listen again.
Live Fast And Die YoungLive fast and die youngLive Fast And Die Young3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Are the rules to live by.
But who knows where they are from.
I've spent too long
Trying to live this song.
The words are ok, but the tune is all wrong.
I think it's time for a change.
Live fast and die young
And say goodbye,
To my slow, and quiet life.
My time will fly, and I will die
But for now I've made my mind up.
Live fast and die young,
Who needs to live long,
When you can live strong.
So I think it's time for a change.
Live fast and die young.
Burn out for fun.
No right or wrong.
Bursting your lungs.
Living this song.
Chasing the sun.
Though now I'm feeling old,
But I'm still in my teens,
I'm too old to die young.
I think it's time for a change.
Vignette PracticeMy VignetteVignette Practice3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I stood on the platform, looking down at the waves of faces. My heart raced, and my stomach started to turn over and over. The familiar faces down below started to chant my name over and over. The blinding lights shown down on me, but I felt like my mouth was stitched closed. My feet felt like they were taped to the ground. Still, I heard the chorus of voices singing out in glee and anticipation. My throat went as dry as a desert as the music started to play. Finally, I opened my mouth, ready to utter the words I knew so well. . .
JadedI'm the been-there-done-that-Jaded3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kind of person
The one who's been around the block
I've seen all there is to see
Done all there is to do
And let me tell you
It's all overrated
I've been to the moon
And sat on a shooting star
I've had tea with the Queen of England
And coffee with the Dalai Lama
I've been through all of life's back alleys
And hung around all it's seedy cafés
I walked that knife-edge
Run the gauntlet
And come out with one helluva hangover
My mind's no longer naïve
My soul, no longer innocent
My heart, well I learned a long time ago
It's no more than an organ to pump blood
You see me as a pessimist
Though it's true, my views are disheartened
I speak them with absolute conviction
But if you're like me,
You will have stopped believing
That there is any truth whatsoever
If you're like me,
You'd have given up hope on ever finding any good in this world
There is no love
There is no peace
There is no joy
And there is no hope
These are all illusions of a p
CharadesVibrant colours conceal your faceCharades3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The essence of this soul is locked away
Fool the naïve with tiny tricks
Each will have a price to pay
Touch the soul suffocating inside
Descend into the unsound
This exterior will crumble
A heart begins to pound
Unmask the unwilling
Pretense will be washed clean
Falsehood will no longer take place
An end to the unseen
Open these eyes
The mask is gone
This façade has ceased
View the new dawn
Set your eyes upon mere fiction
Charades brings only pain
None can live this way
Death underneath a credulous game
DriftingOphelia drifted down the river, away from Denmark, away from her troubles. My Ofelia wished to drift into the sea, away from London, and back to Spain. Despite her claims that she wanted to die, I knew the truth. For the most part I could read her troubled mind like a book. Humans could be so typical. Sometimes she surprised me. Not often, but occasionally. It was nice to be wrong at my age, when I've seen so much.Drifting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ofelia wanted to drift away from her responsibility. She didn't want to be the proper English lady her mother wanted her to be so desperately. She wanted to recreate her barefooted youth. She didn't give a toss about proper English pronunciation. She wanted to cover me in flower chains - something no master before her has done.
Ofelia tried to drift backwards into her childhood, and sometimes I let her. That was her order
perfectly white.we took a stroll downperfectly white.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the boardwalk, and spotted
thousands of couples,
in the same stance,
gazing into each others' eyes.
i scoffed, and told you to
sucker-punch me if you
see me like that in the
future. you wholeheartedly
then a month down the
road, i stood like the females
i scoffed about, looking in
eyes that belong to you.
complying silently, i handed
you a new ten dollar note,
which you kept. that note
turned into three roses,
you'd laugh and point
and me, and say i was short.
i'd vehemently deny, but
it was the truth anyway, which
you proved by pulling me
in front of the mirror, and
taking a picture. and so you
added another score to your
but i really didn't mind,
as long as it meant that i'd get
to hear your voice and see your
smile for that short time during
which you'd tease me for
my height. and my height is perfect
for resting on your shoulder anyway.
last night i showed you my
collection of images and words
that no one else ever saw.