A World Without Circuits, pt. IIChapter IIA World Without Circuits, pt. II4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air tasted dry, like dirt even and had no sort of humidity whatsoever. Every time she took a step forward, crunches from the sandy ground echoed in her ears. It was quiet and windless, which made Code'e worry. Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings but she could only gulp as the confusion and panic washed over her senses. Where was she?!
She had ran and ran what seemed like a million times around this eerie wasteland but nothing like life forms or cities were visible for miles. How had she wounded up in a desert was beyond her comprehension. Code'e had tried to analyze the situation, tried to recall any missing links between being in the hands of a colossal, fog-like monster to being stranded in a dry, personal hell. Why was she here? Why?
Wait, where was Lopmon? She looked around frantically, the panic finally swallowing her whole as she did. Without her partner, she was surely going to lose it. "Lopmon, where are you? Stop playing tricks on me!" Code
ShynessEverybody knows that feelingShyness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking at somebody half dreaming
Thinking about what it would be like
If the two of you were alike
We don't want to face rejection
Fearing that we worsen our self reflection
When we talk to them all we can do is stutter
Sometimes we just need a little courage
Everybody has courage no matter what their age
So whenever you're feeling shy
Don't just stand there and sigh
Remember that just 20 seconds is enough
Even if it's all just bluff
Believe in yourself
Cause when it comes to love
You are the only person that could beat yourself
The Dungeons and Dragons GeekAnd in our group there was a Dragons geekThe Dungeons and Dragons Geek9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His skin was white, and his body was weak
But what he lacked in strength and body mass
He made up for in knowledge of Wee Jas.
He warned the others about her powers
His truthful teaching went on for hours.
After he was done, the Pardoner said,
"You and I are brothers, my good friend!"
"Dear sir, are you accusing me of lies?
I swear to Vecna my words have no ties
They are free and true, Nerull strike me down.
You say we are brothers? To that I frown."
There is no loyal a man than the geek.
Just ask the elves, orcs, or dwarves: they'll shriek
And talk of his goodness and vast wisdom
Surpassing that of a silver dragon.
Even Erythnul will show him pardon
For his path has been chosen by Fharlanghn.
He is destined to help those most in need,
To spread the word and sew the seed
Of Gods and Goddesses seated most high,
Which can be hard, since he hardly sees sky.
Combat ZonesHe wakes up in Vietnam every night,Combat Zones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boot-clad feet trudging over mined ground,
trigger finger numb, back sore,
fatigue drenched from the monsoons,
and he prays to go home to her.
He finds himself next to her every morning,
dark bags under her eyes telling him
his twitching kept her awake again.
At breakfast she throws the dishes
and cries as the china shatters against the wall—
cries that she’s living in a combat zone
with a man who’s battling himself.
"Is there anything more destructive
than war?" she asks, and he looks at her
and says, “Love."
Hunting WerewolvesI feel your fur upon my skinHunting Werewolves8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thing I was afraid of
Now holding me close
The ivory teeth
Lips upon mine
Holding me close
No sense of time.
You were the thing I never wanted to believe in
Yet now I feel as never before
A sense of completion, love
The thing I feared
As you hold me close
I feel your fur upon my skin
Most women want a knight,
One in shining armor
And here I am
In Honor of Khaleesi Davis and Other WomenA thigh gapIn Honor of Khaleesi Davis and Other Women2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not a landmark
on a heart map.
Scars are stories.
fun days in
Tattoos a garden
of chosen flowers
and every hair
a blade of human grass.
Great ass is not
it’s a comment
on society socially objectifying.
it’s not the features in magazines
they airbrush up
but the little things
they photoshop off
that I love about you.
Blessed and CursedI am blessedBlessed and Cursed1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For I can see
Straight through someone's disguise
I am cursed
For I can't seem
To make them feel all right
I am blessed
For I can hear
Their silent pleas and cries
I am cursed
For I can't clear
The clouds in their dark skies
I am blessed
For I can feel
Their emotions bottled within
I am cursed
For I can't heal
The scars that mar their skin
I am blessed
For I can sense
When they need someone to hold them
I am cursed
For all my words
Are useless like something that's broken
If I deemed my purpose
Was to make people laugh
Then I must be worthless
Like tossed-out trash
I sense their pain
And feel their hurt
But despite what I say
I make things worse
Why must I be blessed
With discerning the problems?
And also be cursed
With failing to solve them?
Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:Our Word is Sacred4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.
No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...
For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...
To create these verses, it takes a lot of time;
Have you ever tried putting your thoughts in rhyme?
Have you dealt with the frustration, of grasping at words?
Trust me my friend, it is like hunting for birds...
To put this in a structure, to give poetry a form;
It can take some men from dusk till dawn...
Yet we slave away freely and we beg for a chance;
But all we have e
a new lifea new life4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One day in Ponyville Caramel and Applejack were on a road. Then suddenly Applejack went into labor. "Push Applejack! Push!" said Caramel to his mate(wife) as she did so. A boy was born...they named him Cream Coffee. Applejack took her newborn son and hugged him "My cute lil baby...i will protect both you an´ Sugar Cube Apple as well" she smiled. Caramel hugged both his newborn son and his wife saying he will protect his family like the world would their princesses. The earth ponies went home. "MOM!" shouted a young filly sticky from apple bubblegum. "Cubey!" shouted her mom "you we´practicing yer lyre an´makin bubblegum?!". A yellow pegasi came up to them and noded. "Any way Cubey yer a big sis!" "WOW REALLY?" asked the filly exited. The next day all Applejack´s friends visited her to see the newborn colt,so did Sugar Cube´s. "AWW HE´S SO CUTE!" daawed Cherry Sweetie Pie. "He is ain´t he?" agreed all the others. Big Macintosh was happy for his pal and
A Therian Curse or BlessingWhen I'm near you,A Therian Curse or Blessing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And close my eyes,
I can feel my claws,
My phantom tail weighing on my spine,
The twitching ears perked,
The flattened ridge above a small nose,
I can imagine everything,
And it feels so weird and amazing and startling and perfect in the same second.
She may have called me a freak, but what I am is more than that.
I am not human, she cannot call me that much for my spirit.
I am feline trapped in a human masquerade,
My slitted irises burning under frosted glass,
And as I close my eyes,
And let you trace my jaw line,
Let you pull back my hair and chuckle,
I'm stuck between two worlds…
One is telling me it is better to shrug off this human skin and be my true self.
The other is telling me that I was meant to be yours in this way,
that I am stuck between two worlds to befriend you…to be here for you and you for me….
For if I was truly feline, I would not be able to speak to you.
I would not be able to laugh at your jokes,
Or play with you the way
THAT POEM (Writer's Block)I sat down at my computer last Thursday nightTHAT POEM (Writer's Block)3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with the full intention of writing THAT POEM. Oh, don't
play dumb. You know what THAT POEM is. We all know
what THAT POEM is. You with the cigarette train-tracks
charting your eternal drift to nowhere
on the insides of your arms, you
with the sludge of alcohol dripping thick & brown through
veins swollen & slow & pussy as zombies, you
with the eight children whose faces you can't remember
& the husband in the Hamptons whose name you sometimes forget
& the lover who never seems to come around as much as you pay him to you
all know what THAT POEM
is. It's the rhythm beating a dull staccato in your skull
when you've taken something to take the edge off, the weary shadows sinking senseless
into the black-slung cradles hiding underneath your
bloodshot eyes. It's the weight of the gun & the way its metal feels
when you push it against the squelching skin of your skull not to kill yourself, just to feel it,
to know you could. This wa
Nuclear Winter'Mother, tell me again about the sun.'Nuclear Winter4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She pauses scraping the stretched hide,
thinks. So many images she could give, in words
he wouldn't understand golden, sunrise, light.
Her son was born to cold darkness, has never seen
the sun, animals in clouds, gods in the midnight sky.
Some days, what she misses most is the sky,
more than electricity, than fresh tomatoes, than sun-
shine. The white tails of planes created scenes
of foreign adventure, when only thunderheads could hide
the horizon and the day produced its own light.
Now the horizon chokes on ash and she on useless words.
She never lets him see her cry when her words
become ghosts, unable to puncture the thick sky
and rest peacefully. She has nightmares about the light
from each subatomic explosion that burnt out the sun,
and she's haunted by a notion that there's nowhere to hide,
nowhere to run from the nuclear eyes of God and not be seen.
Before the years of winter, she and his father had seen
mankind linked with hopeful
Crona's PoemMy blood is black,Crona's Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yours is red,
That makes all the difference,
The hate, the bruises,
Maybe it's just my mother's love?
Ragnarok is my friend, or at least that's what I thought,
Friends are supposed to hurt me a lot,
Those screams, those cries,
I can hear them after they die,
Mother says it's okay though,
That those people deserved to go,
Just like those bunnies that I had to kill,
I stared after their hearts had become still,
The last one left had shivered and tried to run,
I brought down the sword and my job was done,
Mother let me stay out of the cell that night,
Because I had caused that disgusting sight,
She praised me and gave a grin
I felt horrible and my stomach started to spin,
The killings were people from then on out,
I murdered without a single doubt,
Then I met Maka and tried to kill her too,
But she told me that we could be friends and pulled me through,
Now that I think on what I've done,
I don't deserve her,
I don't deserve anyone,
All this kindness being shown,
a skulduggery pleasant poemthe trashy back allyways, a dark neighborhood.A shadowy figure drifts through the ally. dark holes where eyes used to be, lit by moonlight. a wide hat covers the blech white face. the bone of skull hidden from my view. he strides gracefully towards me, and stands inches away from my face. i exspect to feel the breath of life on my face from him, but there is nothing. "who are you?" i whisper, not even enough to break the beautiful silence. he leans so close to my ear and whispers, like the wind itself. two simple words, his name.a skulduggery pleasant poem7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This