Too many shoesShoesToo many shoes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have too many shoes,
or at least I think I do
Honey, do you think so too?
I know now that you love me
I can resist their lure
your love at last
has made me pure
But honey, what about
that last pair of heels so high
that way it is so much
easier kissing you...
LK and BT part 12 - BT is really furiousBT walks over to where LK is hammering like a fiend on the keyboard.LK and BT part 12 - BT is really furious2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
BT : How is the book coming along sweetie?
LK ( hesitantly) : Well…
BT (patronizing) : Never you mind little one if this new project of yours did not pan out either
LK (still not looking up) : Well, actually…
BT (even more patronizing) : Oh, well my little one, we won’t bring it up again
LK (looks up from his mac book, frowning) : BT shut up!
BT (shocked) : What????
LK : Actually, this time my scheme really paid off, my story has been bought by Spielberg.
BT (choking) : Spielberg??? As in Steven Spielberg???
LK (smug and gloating) : Yep!
BT (rightfully cowed and taken aback) : Waw! How do you even know Steven Spielberg?
LK : Well I didn’t obviously but your mum did
BT (aghast) : Mum knows Steven Spielberg????
LK : Yep! Don’t let this be known by the tabloids, this is confidential but Steven was quite an addict of “Hunks and Hotties galore” and as the Indiana Jones seri
Fade to WhiteFade to White3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to the wild
wide edge of blue
and I shall dream of angels,
arms tapering into clouds,
and women in white
and the moths' soft mouths
that mock my oaths.
I shall sleep among the stones
and the pale trees
that grow beneath the ground -
like giants swallowing the dusk.
And I shall find her
tall and waiting
in the ruins,
the billow of her skirt
her eyes lit like candlemass
against the leaves and petals
streaming through the mist.
what is Love?What is love?what is Love?1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I can honestly say I no longer know...
I therefore think when you find love,
live with this strange force that has taken over your heart
and your spent body
you are utterly lost for words
bemused, mystified and a little scared...
It is only when you lack love,
need love, want love, crave love,
that you think you know what love is
oh, then you have it all figured out,
bits and pieces put together from fevered dreams
old loves that went wrong
and the romantic notions from movies and books
But when true love comes along
you just shut up, sit out the ride
pray it will last,
muster the courage to make it work
revel in the utter beauty of it
and thank the gods each day
that made you the recipient of such love
at some point you give up poetry altogether
because there is no better place to be than in his arms
All the words that were your life till now
suddenly soothed by one stroke of his hand
over your willing body
you think, if I get up now,
and go to my bookcase and open my ol
TouchesYou watch as his hand touches yours for only a moment, it's meaningless for him; only a brush of the hand as he's talking. For you it's everything; you live for those thoughtless touches, those friendly, platonic, hugs.Touches4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You go over them at night, count the times his body touched yours in the most innocent of ways. You try to find some hidden meaning in the ways he touches you. Could that hug have meant more than that he was just happy to see you? Could that time his hand brushed yours as you passed your drink to him mean he wanted to touch you as much as you wish you could touch him? Is it all in your head or is it real?
You know you're pathetic. You know you won't ever say anything but still, you can't help the way you can't quite keep your heart rate normal and you can't quite control your tongue when you're around him.
You wait and you watch as he dates other girls, as he talks about other girls, as he touches other girls. You wonder 'will that girl ever be me?' You don't think so b
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
The Lady of AstolatThe Lady of Astolat4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dangling weave of tangled threads
Lies mangled on the loom.
The scent of broom and bitter root
Still permeates the gloom.
A shadowed light was all her world,
Wherein the mirror lies -
The misted lake of Avalon,
A dulcimer of sighs.
And she would gaze on Camelot
Within the mirror's glass
A peerless portal to that world,
Its future and its past.
The halcyon days of Arthur's court
In songs of troubadours,
The knights and code of chivalry -
A kingdom she adored.
Weave and spin; spin and weave
Watch the shuttle fly
The days weave out; the days weave in
And I will break the sky.
She felt the waning years' restraint,
The gloom of heart entombed
A shadow play of tragedy
The censed reek of doom.
"Alas, I am a Queen of shades
To bear the cruelest taunt -
To never gaze at Camelot,
Just its reflected haunt."
When on that road to Camelot
She glimpsed a knight so fair,
She turned from mirror to gaze out
And ached to flee her lair.
The shuttle broke within her hand;
The tapestry unfurled;
PomegranatePomegranate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are not like wine.
They are more intricate
than that which blots
a poet's lips
and leaves his senses
They are not like honey -
the morbid sweet
and clinging flow
of thick and amber light
that tangles up
Instead, they are like
and dense with juice,
their flesh pulsing
on my lips
and that dark
of Eve's final wish.
BT and LK part 11 - LK has great plansLK : Ouch, ouch, OUCH!BT and LK part 11 - LK has great plans2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
BT (semi-worried - in an adjacent room but not moving yet) : What's the matter now LK?
LK (yelling across the other room) : Well I shoved this stupid ring on on my tail and now it won't come off, drat oh drat!
BT (getting up reluctantly, crossing the room and looking down on LK) : why the hell have you done that sweetie?
LK : Well, I was playing LOTR and...
BT : LOTR?????
LK : Yes you Barbarian, LOTR! The best book ever written, by the father of all fantasy novels, the great Tolkien! I think you are the only one on the planet who did not read LOTR and between the two of us BT, let me tell you this does NOT enhance your reputation!
BT (thoughtful) : Mmmm, I thought it was all about the Hobbit nowadays...
LK (stopping in mid track of her rant) : Oh, so you know your Tolkien after all?
BT : Well, as it happens, it has everything to do with mum and dad again!
LK : Uh Oh, what has the lady Claire been up to now? I swear that woman gives your poor dad
The PilgrimThe Pilgrim.The Pilgrim5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the first word that came to mind as one looked over the small village in the dry landscape of Syria, a landscape stretching out as far as the eye could see without a beginning or end.
It was midday, the point the sun stood highest at the heavens and burned mercilessly on the earth below. The moment of the day when man and animal tried to avoid the scorching heat and sought shelter in the shadows of their houses and the trees. It was when the weather of this land was such a mighty foe that the least bit of effort would enable it to sap one's strength. And thus, all remained silent, as to save their strength, and waited patiently for the sun to descend, casting the land in an almost reverent quiet.
Still, all this was lost to one. A single figure, guiding his horse across the narrow path, dared to venture out and risk the blazing warmth that had ensnared this place. His face was covered by a cloth, as to protect himself from sun and sand, and the clo
My Daughter, Take FlightThe night was covered in a shallow mist of moonlight and fear; war was whispered in the cold air among the closest families. A shadowed figure hovered for a moment at the edge of the woods, their arms gently wrapped around a squirming bundle before they entered the ebony forest of Dívraya. A sigh of relief passed the shadowed figure's lips, as if a burden had been emptied from their heart and removed from their aching shoulders.My Daughter, Take Flight7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tears fell on the sylvan coated floor, matching the beaded raindrops that managed to break through the dense canopy above. Noiselessly the figure crept deeper into the woods, the moonlight barely reaching the moss that slept quietly on the ground. Time escaped through luminescent moments too slow to calculate. Tthe bundle let out a helpless cry--it was a baby.
"Shh, shh my love. We are almost there," a tender, motherly voice protruded from the shadows; cradling the babe ever closer.
Darkness tore his fingers around every corner of the path and gnawed his w
Mass Effect Drabble: In DreamsIn Dreams - MASS EFFECT - Fem Shep/KaidanMass Effect Drabble: In Dreams5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The darkness is broken by the backlight of fishtanks, throwing the rest of the room into shadow and adding blue highlights to his ink black hair. He walks on silent feet, making his way with slow determination toward the bed and the sleeping woman within.
She sleeps fitfully, her brows drawn together in a frown above her closed eyes, thick lashes resting like feathers on her smooth cheeks. Despite her restlessness, she looks younger in repose.
Eyes drinking in the sight of her, he crouches down, bringing his left forearm down beside her on the bed and resting his chin atop it. He reaches out with his right hand, wishing to soothe the lines of worry, to caress the bare shoulder visible above the edge of sheets and blankets.
Brushing her cheek with his palm, he whispers her name.
Eyes flying open, Shepard sat up, clutching the covers to her chest. But like every night, he isn't really there.
Getting Brighter All the TimeGetting Brighter All the Time - WATCHMEN - Sally Jupiter (Silk Spectre I)/Edward Blake (The Comedian), circa 1946Getting Brighter All the Time7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sally smiled generically as a gentleman with blond hair swept her across the ballroom floor. Another benefit dinner. Another chance to be seen.
Being busy and tired was good. Left so little time to think.
The room was brilliantly lit, the crystal chandeliers overhead cast the light of hundreds of bulbs down upon her, and the drone of the crowd, so many voices at once, was beginning to make her head ache. It was hot and stuffy, and the open windows and balcony doors promised a cool rainy evening waiting to award all who escaped the pomp and circumstance of tonight's gala with an abundance of fresh air.
She'd never been much for masks, so going out was just like going out in costume; she was recognized wherever she went. Normally, she loved the attention, but tonight the stares and pickup lines were beginning to wear thin.
"Excuse me," she murmured p
Daring Rescue"Time to get ready for work." A young redheaded woman said enthusiastically as she got out bed. The warm tropical sun was already shining bright through the windows of her cabin.Daring Rescue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Christy worked for the Walt Disney Cruise Line on there private island retreat of Castaway Cay in the Bahamas for the past couple of years. Her job was to dress up as Princess Ariel from The Little Mermaid and do meet and greets with guests on the island as well as pose for pictures and sign autographs. In her mind she had the best job in the world. She loved making people happy, especially kids.
Christy walked out of her door and took a deep breath of the tropical air on the island. Then she started walking toward the costuming and makeup buildings to get ready for another day.
Disney considered everything the guests see as part of the show. They even referred to employees as Cast Members. Every thing the guests weren't supposed to see was lab
Night with no MoonNight with no Moon6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There was utter stillness as he entered the square room. Not the kind of stillness one appreciates. It hung stagnant in the air like a disease. Hovering so close you could feel it pressing your skin, weighing you down, trapping you beneath it and he felt his stomach turn before a type of sick consolation formed amid the thick silence...
He knew places like this....
Temples and tombs that once glowed in the glory of time.
A house for the dead.
A home for a queen.
A prison made to keep those dead in - and those alive out- eternally.
Yes he knew this place. It was made for the one in his arms, for the one he held. Walls of sandy stone carved with images told the story of the womans life. White torches lit the wide room, beating radiant circles and shadows across the carved walls and stone floor. The ceiling arched, the inside of a great sphere dropping down into smooth walls. A small channel cut up through the it, letting in a shaft of pale waning light that cast itself upon the sto