A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea3 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
AutumnAutumn4 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 17Love Reaps part 173 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
Love Reaps part 8Love Reaps part 84 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
Nobody's PerfectShe's not a perfect girlNobody's Perfect8 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
True Love"I don't Love you because I need you, I need you because I Love you."True Love4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Skeletal RemainsI read your bones after the firestorm.Skeletal Remains1 year 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 Stuff7 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
IsolationI sleep throughIsolation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the daylight hours,
evading the premise
of mortal sanity.
My mind draws
no hope from
the confines of this
I seek solitude,
comfort of dying
apart from you.
March 21st, 2010
EuphoriaFlowers dripping colour, into rainbows and sunbeamsEuphoria8 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.
River and the DoctorIt took a lot of pushing and shoving to load that blue box into the cargo bay: even with the mule and the ATV, Mal couldn't blame his latest customer for circling the crate nervously every time it wobbled on its setting. He himself was in a right high-spirited mood, as the patron in question had paid up front and quite generously.River and the Doctor1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Caaareful," the eccentric man protested as his prized possession trembled for the umpteenth time. He held out his hands as if hoping to catch it, but in reality it could probably crush him. The skinny stranger moved as if he hadn't quite grown into his limbs, waltzing about in a tweed jacket, navy trousers and a bright bow-tie. And to hinder his physical talents even further, his unruly brown hair dangled completely in front of his eyes in one fell swoop.
"No need to beat yourself up over a couple scratches, stranger," Mal called to him while he and Jayne worked. He particularly eyed the nicks and scuffs in the bright cobalt paint. "This thing looks like it'
Wolves of the Beyond BreakawayWolves of the Beyond Breakaway3 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
weird runningi can tell this is slippery.weird running4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
forget me when you're ready to leap.
talk like this is easy
picked out of the ether
sleep, and i will grieve when you start dreaming.
my best bits are in the remembering,
pulling you from conscience streams.
i can give you this porous poetry,
this weird running,
but regretfully nothing more concrete.
Her Living Corpse “Here to see Alley again?” the old woman perched behind the reception desk asks me. I nod, and watch as she types something on her keyboard. “Someone will be here to take you to her room in a moment,” she tells me.” My heart erupts in my chest at the memory of our past meetings. ‘Do I really want to see her like this?’ I can’t help but wonder. The truthful answer is no, I don’t, even if I can’t keep myself away.Her Living Corpse2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Jason?” I look up to see one of the clinic nurses gesturing towards me. “Jason, she’s ready to see you now.”
As we walk down the hall I hear the panicked scream of another patient. I can’t help but wonder if this one has lost herself to the same degree as my Alley, or if she’s only half way there. I debate what I would prefer if I could
Flower HeartFlower Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Eyes Have Been Soiled
My Cheeks Are Tarnished
Most Foul Face Known
Have Streamed Their Way
Newly Soiled Eyes
They've Tarnished My Cheeks
Made My Face Hideous
They Flow Throughout My Body
The Same Way My Cold Blood
Flows As Well
Through My Heart
Through My Soul
I've Been Told
We All Have Flower Hearts
We've Been Born With Small Seeds
They're Inside Us All
The Only Way For Them To Grow
Is To Make Tears For Them
The More Tears We Make
The More Powerful
Our Flower Hearts Become
My Flower Heart
Will Become Stronger Too
And All These Tears I've Cried
Will Make Me Beautiful
I AmWhen you are cryingI Am5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sobbing
When you ache
I am hurting
When you break inside
I shatter all over
When you reach out
I am holding you
When you are falling
I am lifting you up
I feel your hurt
I know your pain
How it is to stand in the rain
I understand your anger
I know the feeling
I know what it cost
I cry with you
the tears that fall
will not fall alone
I will hold you
when you fall
I will rock you
when you cry
I am here
I am yours
I won't let you go
I won't forget you
I'll be here
DiscernI can takeDiscern4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a hint without
my sense of self,
but it's so hard
to tell who is real.
July 24th, 2010
Gui + Prince's Summer VacationGui and Prince's Hot? Steamy? Summer Vacation?Gui + Prince's Summer Vacation4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Two more days 'till Sweet Freedom! Gui *ahem* , I mean Professor Min, is up there droning on about who-cares-what. I start ignoring him (something I've become very accustomed to.) Ahhhh ocean waves, popsicles, and most importantly Bathing Suits! I've just bought a new extremely skimpy bathing suit that's sure to make all the guys stare! "Hah! Look at this beautiful bod!" whoops, was that out loud?
"Feng Lan, As sure as I am that the class might enjoy that *ahem* can we please stay on topic?" Everyone bursts out laughing! How embarrassing!
"Ahhh, sorry yes, continue." Gui Professor Min goes back to write on the board then pauses. Everyone's still giggling.
"Actually class, I was going to discuss this at the end of class but Feng Lan has given me a wonderful intro to my fantastic sure-to-be-a-hit-idea." Keep acting smart Gui, I know you for the idiot you really are! "Class how about we take a summer vacation together!"
A Perfect NightA Perfect Night9 years ago in General More Like This
She slowed her breath down to a silent intake of air. Her closed eyes remained so for another moment, as she listened for the noises around. The calm swoosh of the waves, as the broke down on the shore and rocks down below; the gently summer breeze arriving to cool her down; the night life starting to wake; and her own breath.
She opened her eyes to find a brilliant sun setting in the distant horizon. How beautiful it looked. The colors of red, orange and pink entwining and fleeing the coming of the dark blue sky brought a sense of belonging and peace she hadn't felt in a long while. With bare feet, as she had taken her sandals off, she slowly walked towards the edge of the cliff. Her short dress was tied by a simple ribbon around her waist, allowing it to freely flow with both her movements and the breeze. The moon, oh so beautiful, was there to witness yet another of her dawns. The soft grass was newborn; absolutely perfect.
Upon arriving at the cliff she sat down in a swift movement
The True Meaning of ChristmasWe seem to forget the real meaning of Christmas.The True Meaning of Christmas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We always think about presents and Santa, but...
What happened to Jesus? Where is He in all this?
Why does Jesus happen to be less important during this time of year?
Jesus does more and knows more than Santa does.
He gives us more than Santa does.
Why are we praising Santa for this? Shouldn't we praise the Lord?
Here's a little comparison:
Santa only knows your name, your address and if you're bad or good;
But Jesus knows everything about you!
Santa only lets you sit on his lap;
But Jesus will let you in His arms and holds you!
Santa comes to your house uninvited;
But Jesus will knock on your door and enter your heart if invited!
Santa is only here one day on Christmas;
But Jesus is here everywhere everyday!
The list can go on forever on this topic.
I'm not saying we shouldn't get presents and not be happy.
But during Christmas day, even if it's only for five minutes,
Can we pray all that we're thankful for?
Can we spend with Je
Stemmen in mijn hoofdIk luisterStemmen in mijn hoofd4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Naar de stemmen in mijn hoofd
Wat ze zeggen dat is gospel
En de rest
die heb ik nooit geloofd
Maar ik doe niet wat hij zegt
Niet dat ik niet wil
Een nieuw gevecht
Ik draai mijn hoofd
Slip mijn tong
Zachtjes in haar mond
De wekker gaat
Zie daar de morgenstond
Ik doe het in mijn droom
Niet dat het daar beter is
Maar daar kan het wel gewoon
-untitled-i will meet you-untitled-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at Lehr's Motel
under the motel sign,
air conditioned tv."
we will dress as ravens wings,
stand fiingertip to fingertip,
and blow away,
words floating off a page,
our feet dangling in sky.
i will meet you
after we have drifted
like two dandilions lifted
among Ten thousand more bronze seeds
dry twisting in a breeze,
each scrambling for sweet earth
each holding dreamlessness.
They blossom into boredom
to sip the last drops of rain.
hacking up green plegm
biting their leaves,
and blaming aphids.
cracking their stems,
into withered spines.
no honey bee makes love to them.
They suffocate for sunshine.
"dress in the d
OceanicI stare intoOceanic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea of
all my dreams,
and I would drown
in your river
if you would but
grant me release;
(this is the ebbing out to me).
The numbing water
holds me transfixed,
as the waves
soak and lap
at the remnants
of my tired soul.
April 3rd, 2010