HugYou walk up to me.Hug6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at you like a cat that is unknowingly trying to imitate an emote.
As your approach comes to an end you put your arms out. Both going past my body on either side.
Then simply, "Hug?"
I do not comprehend this word, your intent nor punctuation.
Your arms tighten around me and your chin rests on my shoulder.
I stand there
what is this new emotion.
chocolate cakethe earth can shakechocolate cake9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my bones can break
but i'll never give you
my chocolate cake
SleepSleep12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
as he is carried to the garden.
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to slip
into its last coma,
palm stem walls blanketing
the mind's catacombs
while your planted carcass watches
a tsetse fly
drink its next meal.
CokeCoke11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still noon in the paddy fields
in Kerala, we sank a well
to stem the flow of desert,
but came up smelling of dust.
Watched rice plants wither as the slow sun
silenced resolve in angry glare,
and warm dry gusts scattered
hope to the four corners.
In Palakkad, an empty street, sold
to ten million-dollar-a-day death,
men nurse wounds and children.
The women have gone to find water-
when the supply runs altogether dry,
we may find out how to swallow
the dust. Or our pride. Lesson taught,
we shall learn to drink coke.
Still noon in the baking heat
within the walled compound, we
stand around on wounded feet
spreading slurry on the ground.
So here, at least, is water
(to dampen a capital purse)
So here we earn our living -
a litre a day (could be worse).
Outside, the world is barren,
the earth is cracked and bare.
As boreholes tap our reservoirs
at last we've learnt to share.
So desert soil is progress,
and bitter stench is joy.
Infected feet dance to the beat
of the jin
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH48 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you dont like fat Dragons and vore, then do not read.
Chapter 4: Wish Fulfillment
I got up and looked at the small little dragon as it shook the remains of the shattered eggshell of itself. I backed up and stepped on an old dry leaf. The dragon instantly whipped around and faced me. Our eyes locked. I wanted to turn and run, but something in the way those eyes stared at me held me firmly in place. Without warning, the dragon leaped onto me with such force that I fell over backwards. To my amazement, it did not hurt me, but began licking my face all over. Once I was thoroughly covered in drool, it got off and let me up. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there looking at the dragon confused. It saw this, and its little head dropped, a look of sheer sadness upon its face.
You dont remember me, do you?
I was confused. I liked dragons a lot, but never did I imagine seeing one up close, and this one was a little too real for comfor
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH3MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH38 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Only for fat Draggies
Flare awoke the next morning on his living room floor to hear voices talking over him. They werent his parents, but someone elses, and there were a lot of them. He cautiously opened one eye a crack, and instantly shut it. He was completely surrounded by animals, and not just his house pets, but wild ones as well. Flare wondered why his dogs hadnt protected him whats more the voices seemed to be coming from the animals. Josie, the most faithful of his dogs, was lying on the floor beside him. A stag was talking to her, and apparently the conversation was about him.
How do we know hes the chosen one for sure? He looks like any regular human to me.
He was lifted clear off the ground by a comet of pure light. If thats not a sign, then I dont know what is. Wait, shh. Listen, his breathings changed. I think hes awake.
Flare shuddered and closed his eyes tigh
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 1MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 18 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you are easily frightened, or pee your pants at the mere thought of a big, fat, cuddly, yet powerful draggie, this story is not for you. Should you read this, the author and all supporters involved are in no way responsible for any nightmares (dreams should you happen to like Dragons like me), or any bed-wetting that might ensue. Also, to those who like Dragons, I am also in no accounts responsible if you poop your pants form laughing so hard after reading this warning.
Chapter 1: The Powers That Be and Amazing Origins
Ever since the dawn of time, two great forces have governed our world. Light and Darkness (Good and Evil) are forever locked in a titanic power struggle for dominance. For centuries they balanced each other, then came the making of our galaxy, the Milky Way. As with all the others before, Light and Darkness instantly began feuding over it. Darkness added the cold void of spac
When We Die Holding HandsWhen We Die Holding Hands12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart stood still on that Midnight
You At the window in the dark
Your shadow standing still as the thunder struck the earth
The blade clinched in your hand
Your eyes black but beautiful
Your tears and blood swirled on the floor
Your expression silent and lifeless the way the reaper left you for me to discover
I picked up the blade
I kissed your cheek and closed your eyes and carried you to the bed
I lay beside you and cried and tried to stop your bleeding
Here you are now dead, Just the way life liked you
Here you are now dead, The way life robbed me of how I loved you
Here you are now dead, The ultimate price everyone had to pay
Here you are now dead, So many words the reaper would not let me tell you
So now I must whisper my sweet sorrow and unforgiven secrets to you
So now I must hide your scars and try to heal and comfort what is left of you
So now I must pick up your pieces and fix your lifeless body
So now I must live in misery as you conceitedly took your own life as well too
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 2MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 28 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.
Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness
Fare was not your average 14 year old boy. No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was. Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games. But the real problem lied deeper than that. The real problem was his personality. He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons. Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space. If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead. He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals.
Shut DownBorn of a bitch made of bolts,Shut Down11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a dad who sold microscopes,
He slid out one Friday night.
His heart jump-started by electrical shock,
Thrown into incubation and kept under lock,
He spent three months in that cold tank.
Suddenly, ethereal hands grasped his tender thighs,
Dragging him out from mechanical skies,
Lucy took him home and tossed him into bed.
As he lay there, with eyes fluorescent blue,
He found the environment strikingly new;
But did it even matter where he was?
When he awoke the next morning,
He let out a guttural cry for some milk;
A maid gritted her teeth and mixed the formula.
Manufactured milk doesn't taste as sweet,
As that processed from a mother's teat;
But when it's all you have, it's good enough.
And when he needed an urgent change of clothes,
It was done because of the olfactory, not the nose;
He was made to be clean on Inspection Day.
Oftentimes at night he would attempt to dream,
Wishful thoughts puffing away like steam,
It's hard to imagine being a
EscapeWhen I stay up at night thinkingEscape6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
When I daydream in the middle of the day
When I sit and write my poetry
When I look into the digital sea that is the internet
When I smile or laugh at a joke with no meaning
When I zone out
When I lie down for the night
When I stare into the complete darkness before I depart to the land of dreams
I try to climb a wall to the rope that will allow me to escape
But the walls are to smooth
Patted down with the solid and smooth surface of pain
This thing I call life
Am I any good at it?
Am I going to fail as predetermined by the world?
Am I going to end and be represented as the nothingness that I see?
I try to escape these harsh questions
But low and behold they follow me as if I packed them
Maybe I did
Between the socks and shirts . No
With the toothbrush . No
I think I packed it in the deep subconscious of the maze I call my mind
Unfortunately for me there is no escape
Atheism Revisited The Atheist Ten CommandmentsAtheism Revisited8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I. Thou shalt breathe to send oxygen to thy lungs, and thou shalt breathe repetitively for all of thy existence, except if thou beist underwater, or if thou beist in the presence of toxic gases, during which time thou shalt not breathe.
II. Thou shalt consume thy nutrition, doing so in the correct ratio of carbohydrates, proteins, and lipids, and thou shalt not consume too many saturated fats, for lo, those who do shall be called obese.
III. When thou hast processed thy nutrition, thou shalt excrete the waste, be it of a solid or of a liquid nature, and thou shalt not do so in a way that is disgusting.
IV. Thou shalt sleep at the end of the day, and continue until the next day, excepting if thou hast work to be done of if thou hast a test tomorrow.
V. Thou shalt blink thine
Quest of...Part 1Quest of...Part 19 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quest of the Mystic Knight Part I : Darkness Abounds
Dark demons conjured from their dank tomb
Spreading evil - at the Order of Satan's wish for gloom
Across meadows flowering this wave of fire goes breathing
Scorching everything beautiful – everything living.
Lightlessness creeps over a land left barren
Obstructing even the brilliance of heaven
However a fair maiden wanders aimlessly
Over the desolate landscape vigilantly.
Amidst the ruin she finds a single lily flourishing
Glowing brilliant still amongst the decaying
A sign of life still untouched by the devastation
A sign of beauty purity hope and salvation.
From ashes of Lucifer also rises in beauty
A new Hero – A New Glory to battle this Evil Entity
The danger lies not within His also rising Wisps
It lies within ourselves, are we willing to help what He risks?
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Book of
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again.
2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent.
3 These are the words they speak in vain,
"Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him.
Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence.
And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us.
And lead us not into similarity, but deliver us from the collective.
For thine is the prison, and the scorn, aimed at abnormal men."2
1:3 1 7 Lovely Sins, Quintessence 1, New Testament
1:3 2 Hope's Prayer, Quintessence 43, New Testament
The Book of
1 Behold, these are the sins
for which you shall be told to repent
The Mythology of MetalDISCLAIMER: If you're "emo" or have emo friends, or disagree with what i place up here take no offense. it's all in good fun.The Mythology of Metal9 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ozzy Osbourne - First god of metal
Rob Halford - He is, THE METAL GOD!!! He resurected metal after it was betrayed by the four prophets.
Bruce Dickinson - God of light and arts and heir to the thrown of metal. His powers match that of the metal god himself
Eddie the Head - Minion of Bruce Dickinson
Vic Rattlehead - the god of war
Danzig - God of Hardcore, a distant cousin to metal. He is known as the bridge between metal and punk, for he is well known in both
Manowar - the gods of Black wind, Fire, and steel.
Charolette the Harlot - Goddess of love and beuaty...and prostitution.
Dio - Known as the Holy Diver. The messenger of the metal gods as well as the prince of the metal gods.
Melissa - goddess of witch craft. lover of King Diamond.
King Diamond - King of storytelling and the dark arts
Iommi - Created the metal gods.
Varg Vikernes - God of darkn
When God Sleeps.I. So it comes to this: pangea tearing itself rawWhen God Sleeps.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from our throats to pour into squares of newly open sky
where the stars grew aches and darkened lakewater
once bloomed into bruised winters. Somewhere
beyond the thick of snow, prayers are strung
on moon-rattled winds
and birds' teeth tear apart the poetry
of our hands. They will raise something beautiful
from these ruined words.
Continents shift slowly. They are
dirt-bound titans, these beasts;
rootless giants that mold themselves
to fit the vision we hold inside our heads. Oceans sigh
and their tides crawl ever upward.
II. Our shadows become umbilical
in certain light. Unknown children cast
dark shapes of water
to nourish the gardens springing forth
from the dirt's wrist like a eulogy for lost sky.
Morning doves sing because they see what we cannot:
the years between us laid out like miles and our feet
that never mark the reddened earth and
the passion-trees birthing flowers of such cold, untamed souls.
We are walking in the wombs of
You should...Put your misery into stiches.You should...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Engrave your wounds on the wall.
Walk away from pain
Eventhough you turn your shoulder to look back
Feel your freedom coming
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You should escape long ago
Finally you know
You knew it all this time
It was not worth the efford
You are not a God to ressurect
No more heroic deeds
Slowly running up that hill
Where purple flowers remind you
You will find something else
Brighter than before
silent screams.taste the venom between the smackingsilent screams.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of twin lips as they break their joint spine
and revel in the sound of death drilling
behind your eyelids until alone is a sound
you think you might want to rest in.
close your heart and button up the shutters
and board up the doors until the wind howls
and the chain is beating against the wood
with a hollow sound like a fist knocking,
but you know better, because no one has
knocked on this door since thirteen hundred
days ago when time was starting and you
had fresh pain[t] and a bright smile.
music hurts in the way of your skin peeling
and love is too bright to even look at and
the voice you want to wrap up to swallow
your breath is strangely missing and no
matter how hard you try, this absence
is just the lack of anything and you can't
drown in nothing no matter how
damn much you want to.
your back is in knots and your head is in
pretzels and you're screaming without making
a sound and crying without dropping a tear
and your flesh is melting all