A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
AutumnAutumn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaves crunching underneath my sneakers as I walk along the paths of the town. I glance to my left, watching the cars fly by, cool air flying up all around me, I can feel it in my bones, the sweetness of Autumn's air seeping in.
My pace gets slower and I come to a stop, a song playing in my ears, I look up to the sky, the sun starting to set, everything clear and crisp, I see nothing but Blue, never-ending Blue. Higher and higher, deeper and deeper, I am engulfed in colour.
I come back to my thoughts and continue to walk, with my hands in my pockets, I keep snuggled in my over-sized, worn, sweatshirt. I close my eyes and start to hum, breathing in the air, a cool chill filling my lungs, I let a smile play about my lips as think of the nights to come, and spending the evenings with the one I truly wish to be with.
Stopped at a crosswalk, I look to the Sun, it's starting to set on this peaceful afternoon. It smiles and waves, telling us that the day is done, for the Night is to come.
Love Reaps part 8Love Reaps part 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Scarlet! Scarlet!" Daemon roared through the lobby. "Where the hell are you?!"
"The pale human is outside," the receptionist said dully. With that he sprinted out the door and into me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me away from the edge of the stairs.
"You alright there?" I mumbled.
"Are you?!" he exclaimed back.
"Besides the fact I'm wearing sleepwear, and surrounded by monsters I'm pretty good." I said giving him a grin. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Are you hungry?" he asked plainly. I have to say, that was a pretty random thing for him to ask. Then again he's probably trying to control that anger of his. But before I could even nod, he began walking into the street, dragging me by the fat of my arm.
I kept my curious gaze to the ground. I didn't want to aggravate the creatures in anyway. Yet it was still just as interesting. The strangest wrapper things littered the already grimy path. You also had to watch your every step; there were ditches and potholes in th
Love Reaps part 17Love Reaps part 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"There are two things to remember about this nightmare town," Daemon stated, swinging his gaze around like a paranoid psycho. "Everyone here can only ever be nice. Two, they don't care who you are, or where you come from they will try to convert you into their nice ways." I pondered his words for a moment, then beamed.
"They're pretty much the opposite to you then?"
He sighed "pretty much "
"You're psycho and they are normal."
He tilted his head. "No, they are freaks! And psycho is just another way of saying 'adorable with knives'."
I looked at him dryly. "Daemon no offence, but nothing about you and knives is adorable "
He coughed "How about if it was just me, no knives..?"
I swung my gaze around, avoiding eye contact with him. "Is there something you're trying to tell me..?"
A malicious smirk appeared. "Nothing at all Scarlet..." He stood up from the cream sofa.
I waddled after him, my rear side still stiff from the long trip through Daemon's hell
Nobody's PerfectShe's not a perfect girlNobody's Perfect9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But she never pretended to be
She's not a size 0 blonde
With perfect complexion
But she never wanted to be
She's not the most popular
The prettiest or smartest
The best dressed
Or the skinniest
But she never asked to be
She doesn't always get things right
She sometimes chooses wrong
Sometimes you offer your opinion
But she never asked for it
She follows her heart
And she follows her dreams
She might not always get what she wants
But she always tries to suceed
Skeletal RemainsI read your bones after the firestorm.Skeletal Remains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silence suits us, the smell consumes us.
Our bodies have been savaged by the flames: eaten.
Blackened by the fierce fire. Ambers still left,
Dancing in our eaten flesh - flickering like incandescents.
We've been entirely devoured, and yet - no regrets.
By our own devices, a fire we both started.
Carving Skulls and StuffCarving Skulls and Stuff8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
CARVING SKULLS & STUFF (11-FEB-08)
This is intended as a continuing project. I'll be adding to it, and editing it for greater clarity, in response to your comments and questions. So if something is left out, or not clear, please let me know. Eventually, this may turn into a proper tutorial, but I'm starting out small, so that people who are asking questions don't have to wait until that possibly distant time. And so people can tell me what they actually need to know.
Goggles -- I don't carve unless I'm wearing some sort of eye protection, usually magnifying goggles (because I'm getting old and can't focus up close anymore), but sometimes non-magnifying ones. Chunks of stuff can fly about, and you don't want them in your eyes.
Respirator or dust mask -- Dust is not good for your lungs, and power carving can produce lots of dust. The dust of bone, antler, and shell is very bad; it can _permanently_ clog parts of your lungs. Many stone and
The wall.The wall.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I'm on this side of the wall.
Insecure of what to do.
Should I ask, or should I call?
Should I say the words 'I love you'?
You're on the other side.
Not aware of me at all.
But why is it, that it feels so right.
Like there isn't even is a wall.
We Always Learn the Hard WayI've always wanted to askWe Always Learn the Hard Way5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"What is it like to feel the searing burn of scorn?"
I've always wanted to ask
"What is it like to be second-class?"
I've always wanted to ask
The disabled man,
"What was it like to be a lesser being?"
I've always wanted to ask
An old woman,
"What was it like to have no place?"
I've always wanted to ask
The elderly black,
"What was it like during the Civil Rights era?"
I've always wanted to ask
"What was it like in Nazi Germany?"
"How did you feel?"
Since I met you,
I don't need to ask anymore.
EuphoriaFlowers dripping colour, into rainbows and sunbeamsEuphoria9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When everything is going your way
All in order
Is this what makes euphoria?
No, well wait
When I feel my heart skipping beats to music do I want to scream?
In pleasure immeasurable
Am I finally somewhere
Anywhere but where I was
Is it safe routine
Is it lack of control that opens me up to acceptance?
Do I fall weak at the knees for existence
Or am I simply lucky enough
Sane enough, perhaps insane enough
To have been given the ability
The privilege of knowing
Deeply and as true as my consciousness
That hope still exists in a glance
Passion still remains in the glass
Love exists somewhere beyond chaos
Tears contain our memories
Hate is an escape
And with all that in mind
Life remains worth living
And death comes too quickly.
SmileDo you knowSmile8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you do to me?
You make me smile
Every time you look at me.
We laugh and joke
You know just what to say
But I hope you know
You make me feel this way.
I get all these silly butterflies
And I can't hardly
Look you in the eyes.
When you call me beautiful
I feel so,
You make me blush
And you always know
And even though
I've been sad for quite a while,
You always know
How to make me smile.
Friendship is RubbishFriendship is Rubbish4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lights flickered in the studio, the concrete floors and dark corners giving the illusion that the building was to be considered a large garage. However, it was a bit more ornate than that, as banners hanging from the ceiling and different metal machines adorned the edges near the walls, showcasing a pony in a white suit, with even it's mane and tail completely hidden within the confines of the fabric, a shining white helmet adorning the stallion's head, leaving any idea of the pony under the cloth to be a complete mystery.
A bushy maned pony walked into the center of the staging area of the building, stepping upon a raised platform which held two couches, one large enough for two ponies, and the other the beige pony found himself occupying, placing some documents on the table as he rested himself on the seat. Flipping through pages, the pony's expressions flipped lazily from mild surprise to utter disgust as fiddled with the color of
the state of just being...to simply breathe the rain,the state of just being...5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
to be the quiet night
that sets upon the city.
feel no remorse, no pity,
no joy and no delight,
no pleasure and no pain.
Scotaloo Dash RapoffScotaloo Dash Rapoff4 years ago in Humor More Like This
They call me Dash, I'm not a cold mare,
I just like to wear my ice, just dont stare to hard!
you think I'm playin', boy this is stayin'
Cuz I'ma fast ballin' high rollin' pony pimp,
and you ain't nothin' son
but a no flying wanna be shrimp.
Huh, think I'm all talk,
I'ma show you son whats up.
take a free ride to brony town
see what I'm talkin' bout,
I got bronies in the street,
bronies in the hall,
got bronies in she sky,
got Mac size balls.
you say that ain't nothin',
well I'ma show you somethin'
rainboom beoch, in your face,
I got skill to spare, so take your place.
ain't talkin' bout second,
ain't talkin' bout third,
talkin' back of the line son, cuz you just got served.
While it's true you are cool,
I ant some kind of fool,
I heard that you can do anything ten seconds flat,
is that why AJ aint called ja back?
Sit down Dash and let me give you a friendship lesson,
Ima show ya love is better than your aggression.
Ima school you like Cheerilee
Cuz when your old and no ones
Wolves of the Beyond BreakawayWolves of the Beyond Breakaway4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leaves fleeted across Numee's ebony pelt. Her long silhouette cast its shadow across the expansivemoorland she ran. It was late in the season of colored leaves and snow was soon to come. Finding a suitable mate had been hard for Numee back in the spring time and now she was paying for it by having a late litter. Her pups would be tagged as malcadhs and sent to their utter demises at the tummfraw. The laws of her clan, the MacHeath, were utterly ridiculous, as were the Codes the great Fengo wrote long ago. She wouldn't allow the odd rituals of the wolf clans to steal away her pups. Blood would be shed, tooth and claws would clash, a life would be lost before these pups were taken.
Suddenly an over whelming pain struck her body, convulsions occurred throughout her body. 'There coming '
"Not yet.. please for Lupus sake.. Don't come yet." Numee pleaded to herself, using her strength to hold back. They were in an open place, vulnerable to the elements, to the shear ice cold winds
True Love"I don't Love you because I need you, I need you because I Love you."True Love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
this is half-hearted living.i know i'm going to have to say goodbye soon. and i can't stand it. i won't even think of it outside the confines of this sentence and the sinking feeling I get anytime i'm driving too fast just to get away from this place. these four walls have left me feeling more alone than i ever expected. mostly because this house feels empty. even when everyone is here and even when i can't think because of all the yelling pulsating down the hallways, it's unspeakably hollow. i know it's because this place isn't home anymore. since home is a person and i lost that. i'm not where i'm supposed to be. i'm not with who i'm supposed to be. and i'm not who i'm supposed to be.this is half-hearted living.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but most of all, i don't know where i belong.
sometimes, when it's late and i can't sleep, i replay the things i miss the most behind my closed eyelids. everything is about you or someone else who is just as gone. these are the things i do to myself when i'm too tired to fight anymore. too tired to even move. too tired to not thin
Blood Spilt RubiesBlood spilt rubiesBlood Spilt Rubies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A knife sticking out of her heart
A sadistically twisted smile on my lips
As she tried to grab me
T'was sad yet poetically beautiful justice
Her blood spilt in tiny rubies
Blood trickled from her lips
As she gasped
Drenching her lips
Falling to the ground
I'll never forget
The look she gave me
As she hit the ground
Her blood wrapped 'round her like a ruby cloak
Blood spilt rubies
She paid the price
Her name written in blood
Now her blood shines like a million tiny rubies
Forever glittering across my memory
Blood spilt rubies
Stays in my heart like a blood soaked stain
A stain that wouldn't go away
A dark mark engraved into my soul
A reddish liquid fire forever burns within me
FFM 2011, 29.7 - The Tower"Dora speaking."FFM 2011, 29.7 - The Tower4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mrs. Appleby? This is Aimee Bonner. I don't know if you happen to remember me..."
"Ms. Bonner? Of course I remember you! You were my star pupil in the 7th form. I'm so glad to hear your voice."
"That's right! That's right, Mrs. Appleby. I'm glad you remembered me. Um. I know this isn't strictly according to procedures, but I was wondering if you could help me with...a thing."
"You're being awfully secretive, Aimee. I can't promise anything before you tell me what it is."
"Well, ah, you see, it's a matter of...uh...invading realities? Maybe I better explain...."
"Ms. Bonner, if you have a haunting or a poltergeist or anything of the kind, you really ought to be calling the authorities, not me."
"If you'll just let me explain Mrs. Appleby, please."
"Oh, very well."
"It's like this. I have a freezer in the cellar, where I keep frozen berries and mushrooms and things. It's quite roomy, although I usually manage to keep it filled to the brim. Anyway, I was going down there
there's no right way anymorei do not know why we do these things to each other.there's no right way anymore5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our sentences lack all the proper meaning. we only say what we're feeling when we're feeling nothing at all and keep all the most important things we could ever think to say safe beneath guarded tongues. we are clever in all the wrong ways.
it's about how we do all the things we're expected to because to actually do what we want the mostthe things that scare uswould mean having to take a risk. we might need to deal with the possibility that we have something to lose by doing nothing at all.
there is a complete certainty that we've gotten content in our lonelinessin our misery. we're stuck standing still, not at all responsible for the way we function, because even our hearts just keep beating because it's committed to memorynot because we make them. not because we want them to. we are incomplete in exactly the way we want to be.
if the fact that tomorrow never arrives because it's always today means that nothin