Blessed CurseTo derail the myth or fantasy that beautiful flesh has meaning or virtue or spiritual depth,Blessed Curse6 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
I stand on my proverbial cracked, and broken soapbox with an audience of one who was captured by no fault of his own.
Physical beauty is similar to an ultra wealthy individual who will never know if its truly love or simply shallow greed lying beside him.
Is cellular allure an asset?
Possibly, certainly it is a time sensitive one as the doors opened by such allurement close quickly;
unless you have the staying power of compassion and intellect.
Does a beautiful facade make life easier, less painful?
Life within a pressurized can is excruciating.
It may hurt even more to be under a microscope as all the dirty, bruising stumbles and falls of life take place.
How do you have a healthy relationship when your exterior makes you subject to the base desires of our species?
How do you not objectify yourself when the entire world does?
Hard lessons, tougher consequences and the will to shine so bright f
Taming of BeastI will be your islandTaming of Beast6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have depths like plunging seas
wash upon my soft shore
I can feel you drowning in your need
I hear you beckoning love
Come to me
Like a sinking ships last call
My hope will keep you buoyant
Pure SeductionAllow me a sweet morsel of your timePure Seduction7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To remove the static numb
Of internet speed.
I will give you in return
The slow, rhythmic, dance
Of a lovers need.
Breathing hot life
Into your untapped dream
Let me drench you
In connected release
Leaving you spent
In ardent steam.
On the Subject of Finding XI'll have you know that I've just spent a considerable amount of time searching for x. I've looked in all of the places that x might plausibly reside, and even in some places where I assumed x would never be caught dead, but I've come up empty-handed.On the Subject of Finding X5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I checked to see if x was under the bed, perhaps hidden among old school notes and forgotten art projects and lonely orphan socks. I scoured the closet, checking in every pocket of every innumerable pair of jeans, which, trust me, is no mean feat. I screened for x in every drawer of every dresser in every room, but it was all to no avail.
I proceeded to flip through all of the books that have stubbornly accumulated by the side of my bed, all of those novels unread and read and reread. Thousands upon thousands of dog-eared pages were turned once again, the worn out words flying by to form nonsensical stop-motion sentences, but it was all for naught. In all of those tens of thousands of pages, the x that I was looking for was nowhere to be
HALO: The Return - Prologue2553. That was the year that the war had ended. The Prophet of Truth, killed. The Covenant, annihilated. Gravemind, disintegrated. The entire universe was saved by two heroes.HALO: The Return - Prologue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One thing was for sure. Everyone else was safe. The Earth was retained in its natural beauty for the most part. The humans and the Sangheili were under an alliance. Only one thing remained a mystery however.
What had happened, to the Master Chief who had vanished into thin air, along with the backend of The Dawn. One thing was for certain. Everyone believed him to be dead. Or was he?
SymptomsSymptoms5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make my ribs protest
Like coins against the iron
Of ketons in my breath-
Heart's steps resound
Lungs fail to aid me
Of never waking up.
A Lover's TangoWhat if I told you I wasn't wearing any pants?A Lover's Tango7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I would assume you're wearing something else.
What if I told you when I closed my eyes I saw your face?
I would think your eyes are open.
In the shadows, I longe
Back to DecemberBack to December4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Back to December
She stood there, staring. The door was polish wood, the dark color a bright contrast to the white carpet in the hallway. She sighed, still staring at said door and wondering what to do. Should she knock? Should she just leave the letter she'd written and go? She didn't know what to do. It seemed that her courage was going to fade on her, if she didn't make a decision fast. Dropping her head, she sighed and raised her hand.
The door opened.
He was more handsome than she remembered. His dark hair was falling in his eyes, and in desperate need of a hair cut. His nose, lips, chin, and jaw were all the same, as were his eyes. Those eyes that even now, were seeing right into her soul. He'd always been able to do that with those eyes of his. Dark blue, the same color as the oceans on a summer day. The same eyes that had made her fall in love with him so long ago.
Taking a deep breath and stepping back from the door in surprise, she gave a weak smile to his shocked face, along
embarrassmenti hope loudly.embarrassment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a bad habit
but i can't silence
it's a misery,
speculation an amber glass
through which seeing
leads to wishing
leads to believing
in the impossible
that might turn possible
with the luck of the stars
in our midnight sky.
if you are here,
i won't turn my cheek.
i'll hold and not
let go, i'll never
catch and release.
turns to fretting
turns to worrying
leads back to memory
of shared wishes.
if i am there,
i am falling
Under Better Circumstances 12 - Among Other ThingsTitle: Under Better Circumstances - Chapter 12: Among Other ThingsUnder Better Circumstances 12 - Among Other Things3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Nevada Shepard (femShep) and James Vega
Chapter 12 Among Other Things
Traversing through the dock's holding area was gradually becoming a depressing sight. The crowds continued to grow as more and more became refugees from the Reaper invasion. The photographs on the Memorial Wall piled atop each other, stained with the tears of their successors. Nevada disliked venturing through this level of the Citadel. It served as a painful reminder that she could be doing more, fighting harder and finding ways to bring this war to an end sooner.
Coming across the first make-shift room, she stumbled upon her shirtless Lieutenant. With his back towards a batarian tattooist, he appeared to be enjoying himself. He caught the familiar silhouette of his endearing Commander from the corner of his eyes and immediately began glowing.
Boy and the BeastIn a small village, there lives a young boy with his older sister, both are adopted orphans. Their father is a merchant, and every two weeks, he leaves to purchase his goods that he will sell to the villagers. Their foster father quite loves his two children, even if he is not their real father. The man is single, so he only has his foster children to love and care for, along with whatever little injured creatures the both of them find at the edge of the woods. Every two weeks, he always asks the same thing of his adopted children before he leaves,Boy and the Beast6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you want as a present?"
Every two weeks, they both answer the same; the girl always says,
"It doesn't matter that much, father. I just want something very pretty."
And the boy always says,
"I only want you to come home safe, father."
Well, on this day, the father has decided enough is enough. He can understand and cherishes the selflessness of his adopted son, but he can still want to give his son something nice. The man kneels down
Be My __.Be myBe My __.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Worms and Massage ChairsA few months ago I had some time off work, and a friend of mine suggested I visit 32314. I spent the following 3 weeks there, which proved to be a very interesting experience.Worms and Massage Chairs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere between the bridge house and the hotel, a child leaped upon my back and started pummeling my shoulders violently. Fearing for my life and wallet, I tossed the parasite against a wall, much to the disgust of the passers-by. The child then flared his teeth in a way which my translator interpreted as "biscuits", though I'm sure he meant something more profane. Needless to say, it wasn't the best start to a holiday.
Upon entering the hotel I was greeted by another of the large worms, who extended a tendril in some sort of gestural greeting. He kept his tendril extended for quite some time, after which I realized I was probably meant to reciprocate the gesture, so I stuck my hand out too. He then grasped my wrist and started caressing my hand with his tendrils for another extended period of time, after which
untitled nightsat night we tread softly towards the riveruntitled nights6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where we undress.
everything is slow motion in the silver light
of one million diamonds
that glow overhead, and our bodies are feathered
we float together into the grass that stands tall
thick like a forest,
and lay with our backs to the sky, our arms and legs entangled.
the sounds of night echo
in our hearts, smooth but sharp. continuous but broken.
birds and crickets and other wild things.
we can close our eyes, encompassed in dark, and still see each others face.
smiling and sighing.
our teeth are white pearls, the kind you see around a mermaids neck.
when five hours come and go,
the black will turn to blue like the surface of the ocean, and slowly our cheeks
will glow with rose highlights.
our lips will blossom into warm pink buds, and our cold pale fingertips will become
gold flesh again.
i will touch your skin and sink into the many layers of your warmth, like
falling deeper and deeper
into a valley of fog.
Cut Open: chapter oneCut Open: chapter one4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a stormy night, non like any other. Lightening spit across the blackened sky as thunder roared like a man eating lion. The clouds moved rapidly through the sky as if trying to run away from something. The rain poured down from the heavens above, the tears of a thousand angels. The rain was coming down like nothing I have ever seen before. The only good thing about this weather, is that it's perfect weather for what I am about to do.
As I walk into my room I lock the door behind me. Slowly I walk in front of a mirror on top of my dresser, and underneath it I grab a knife. Not just an ordinary knife, but a meat cutting knife. One that can rip through flesh very easily without force. I've used this knife so many times I'm surprised it's still as sharp as it is.slowly I raise my head, looking at myself in the mirror and wondering if I should really do this. I finally decided that I would. I took the knife and looked down at my wrist. I could clearly see the veins, the ve
True LoveTrue Love7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A boy and a girl were walking down the street to the movies. She told him to stop. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.. He said no. She then asked,"Do you like me?" Once again he said no. Hurt, she then asked, "If I walked away, would you cry?" He said no once again. She started to cry and ran away until he grabbed hold of her hand tight and said, "I don't think you're pretty, I think you're beautiful. I don't only like you, I love you.. If you waled away, not only would I cry, I would die."
Now think about the one you love and think carefully and keep her with you for the rest of your life, no matter what....
TwilightDuring the day,Twilight6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your beauty outshines the sun.
When it's night,
You sparkle brighter than the stars.
The sun comes to see your face.
It cries at being taken away.
In the twilight,
To share you with.
I get to admire you,
All by myself.
Not to be selfish,
I don't want to share,
But something so wonderful,
Should be admired by the world.
So once the twilight's gone,
Everyone sees your wonder.
I'll still admire you,
And count the minutes,
To twilight and us.
The DressOver the years, people have gone to truly extraordinary lengths in pursuit of fashion. A catalog of peculiar gowns would fill several volumes, even without getting into bizarre hats, wigs, gloves, codpieces, shoes, eyeglasses, and all manner of other demented accessories, and I will not so tax the reader except to mention a few highlights.The Dress6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dresses of strange materials are not uncommon. Among the oddest were the mycorrhiza gown of Milicent von Pratt, a wrap of finest fungal threads. This sensational outfit required almost two weeks to put on, requiring Lady von Pratt to paint herself with an agar and compost growth medium and lay prone in a fungal bed for most of that time. It was only worn once, and deteriorated significantly during the course of the evening, requiring her ladyship to retire quickly from the entertainments.
And then there was the finchbone dress worn by the Dowager Duchess of Eastmarch, made from the tiny skeletons of nearly a thousand finches, carefully wrapped and hu
It Hurts."I was scared you would say 'no'.It Hurts.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That's why I never asked you.
But it hurt more to have never asked you."
Love Reaps part 7Love Reaps part 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I laid there all night. Eyes open watching her breath and turn in the night. I wouldn't call her a peaceful sleeper. Well at least she doesn't snore. Though another positive to staying up to monitor her sleeping, is she isn't glaring nor is she talking. No offence to her, but I don't always enjoy peoples company. Unfortunately I actually need her. I exhaled loudly.
I lifted myself gradually off the awkward position that I lied in for six hours. I really hope it was worth it. My back also seemed to be in the shape of a V. I limped over to a clear space and cracked my spine back into place. What's that smell?! I raised up my arms, and blubbered. It's me!
With that I sprinted to the bathroom, ripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. After scrubbing off my horrid smell, I grabbed a towel wrapping it around me and walked over to the basin. Looking into the mirror I gasped. I had an enormous smudge of mud on my face.
"Scarlet " I muttered, wiping the embarrassing slu
The Great DrakeHe rose from the ground as the very earth split in a series of jagged scarsThe Great Drake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Molten lava would burst from these wounds, as his wings eclisped the shimmering stars...
The Great Drake Serogar, once laid to rest in the warm womb of Gaia
Had once again awakened, to discipline those who had earned his ire.
Humans and Dragons were killing each other, senselessly bathing in the coldest of blood
Yet all their efforts amounted to nothing and opened the gates for a terrible flood...
For in the realms of the Nether; where the creatures drank of the dark well of Midnight
A rift had been torn of violence and hatred, spawning the children of Blight.
The demonkin arose from this artificial scar, fueled only by their need to destroy
The forces of darkness laughed at us blatantly, for this had been their devious ploy!
Serogar shook his head and cried piteously, for this was not the world of which he had dreamed
He roared defiantly at the creatures of darkness and met them bravely as he screamed:
Why couldn't I?Why couldn't I?4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why couldn't I say it?
I know it's true. There was no reason for me not to say it.
Just a few simple words.
"You mean a lot to me"
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be here"
"If you die, I'll die"
"I love you"
...Why couldn't I say that?
The Farmer's WindowIn 1965, a highway was being built through Italy, and an abandoned 19th century farmhouse in the path of construction was set to be demolished. The contents of the house were sold at auction, including a manuscript written in Russian and several strange devices. A wealthy Italian man bought these items and had the manuscript translated. The man then attempted to publish the manuscript, after which it and the devices were seized by Interpol, in whose hands they have stayed since. With recent issues over freedom of information, the manuscript has been made accessible to the public.The Farmer's Window4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here lies the manuscript (translated into English for your comfort):
I once considered myself enlightened, but recently I have come to understand exactly how little I or anybody else truly understands. Perhaps I am now enlightened, or perhaps I am simply a child amongst toddlers. Hopefully all will become apparent soon.
My visitations began on a casual night in summer, when I was awoken b