LovecraftMaybe Lovecraft was right,Lovecraft7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As laying awake I shiver,
The invisible beastly faces,
That leer, unknowable, in the night.
He who said that the greatest sensation
Was that screaming terror that surrounds
Humans in the coal-black places
As they know they have no control over creation.
And while the good lie asleep in bed,
The sorcerers who were hidden escape,
Praising Gods beyond the souls capability,
To understand, as to be saved is to be lead.
While those who froth in madness scream,
Of things that were beyond their understanding,
Their dead eyes glaring back the reflections of eternity
And they know that nothing is as it should seem.
And from this blinding, choking bleakness,
One should find the reason to hope,
But no, all that is left is things beyond things,
Manipulating human stupidity and weakness.
As here a little child I stand,
On the edge of something so horrifically vast
That no man or woman can glare into it and return,
With soul intact from that dark land.
hiding?Hiding will not help youhiding?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You have to face the truth
You can not run from problems
Like a frightened youth
Take what today may give
Do the best you can
Problems won't overcome you
When you face them like a man
You may feel lost and dejected
You may feel you'll never win
You may even feel
You are trapped within a pen
But when you face your problems
And do what you must do
Your problems will have answers
That will be the best for you
So don't run or hide in a corner
Meet head on what troubles you
Believe in your tomorrows
And the ones who love you true
Sixteen Years -of Adolescence-Sixteen Years -of Adolescence-9 years ago in Open More Like This
Sixteen years of adolescence,
tug-o-waring through lifestyles,
and on the twelfth year
left to the broken one.
Living the carefree teenage life,
in the same routine.
At least the ones
with dead-beat guardians
who only crave possessions,
and this is what they know:
Go, Do, See,
Wherever, Whatever, Whoever
Daily chores of fending for your own meals,
no homework help for you,
no bonding with them led you here,
no help from Mommy Dearest.
Feed, bathe, quench, ask, inflict pain to
Go from your room,
which is your world,
to the kitchen and rummage some food.
walk back to your little home,
feel like someone else.
Sixteen years of adolescence
and eleven raising oneself,
and this is what she still has yet to learn:
If anything is worth getting hopes up for,
if parents really care for their children,
if religion and its monotheism is completely true,
if truth would better the world,
if abstinence means anything.
Of all the years
one has endured
under these circumstances,
I Love The Way You Love MeI Love The Way You Love Me11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love the way I can talk to you
And say what's on my mind
I never have to look away
Or keep a thing inside
Tears fill my eyes when you're not around
Or when you just don't care
But I know in my heart you will do what's right
For me, you will always dare
Material things will never matter
As long as I have you
You make every day that passes
So much easier to get through
My worries disappear when you're around
No thoughts of pain or doubt
I feel your love when you hold me close
And kiss me if I pout
I don't care what they are talking about
All I care for is you
I'll jump off a building to show you my love
If that's what I have to do
I love you for everything that you are
Not what you promise to be
I know you can't see why or how
You're the most important thing to me
King RatI am the morning;King Rat6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
darkness from dreamers
Toward the depths of Earth
with the rain:
An eventide flood
that flows through ruts
cut rough in the dirt:
rifts amongst rubble
in the run-off,
their raven rule
and in ruin.
I am the mourning;
for rodent kings
The MessengerLaunchThe Messenger6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the silence
stretched thin between
along the super-string.
I am the collapse
both before and thereafter,
caught in moments
compressed in tunnels
Love is profoundLoveLove is profound9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a creature so profound
it does not have feet
to stand upon the grounds
her voice makes no sound
but when the sun rises,
when the skies turn a playful mood
they carry her melody
I love her so
and yet she doesn't know
what measures I have for her
to swear upon her my word is truth
for every flower that blooms
I will grow ten times more
for love is a creature so delicate
the sun would shatter into shards of tiny pieces
if she smiles
and rain to flood if she cries
heaven would fall
and God would weep
the angels would sweep
the pearls and still be wet
My love my desire my pursuit my fate
I love you like saints their hymns
like honey to bees
a huge straw yellow field
mild and wild at the same time
with ferocious winds carry petals across a river spilling diamond
coloured jewels in her eyes
when she smiles spring lays quietly beneath her lips
when she sighs winter brews with every heave from her chest
when she is not there
I am like a child protesting for her
When she is here I
OutcastOutcast9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And though this might look like nothing,
I'm holding on with all my strength.
Give me the power; let me see the light,
To be able to see again…
Without this heartbreak.
I once held behind a stone thick barrier,
Memories, or so it seemed,
Of a half decent childhood,
But could it have all been such wonderful dreams?
Look around you, and you will find,
Nothing I see behind these eyes,
So hold your cherished ones close,
And never let go, until they know, you love them so.
You want me to talk,
You want me to open up,
But how can you not see,
What I've tried to cover up?
For years I've tried, to hold deep inside,
All my emotions and problems.
Only now, I cannot speak,
Of what cannot be discovered.
Now, out of the blue,
You expect me to change,
But a child cannot teach,
What they have not yet learned.
So answer me this, can you see now?
The divorce and the pain,
The suffering and the game,
I suppose you thought, never affected me.
Perhaps I was too young in your mind,
But isn't it sad when a
Transformers - Dirty RoadTransformers - Dirty Road3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"-kdown. Wakey wakey. Time to rise and shine~" The soft voice intruded the blue mech's recharge and he covered his face with his poncho. "Nnngh, not yet. Few more kliks..." the larger mech mumbled but nonetheless, opened his remaining optic slowly and was welcomed by Knock Out's smiling face. "Time to go. The next town is 2 hours' walk away so we better get going", the red mech spoke as he got up and put his stetson on.
Last night had been rather cold and for that, the following morning was chilly and Knock Out wanted to spend the next night under a roof.
Breakdown dusted his torn poncho, straightened his own stetson and made sure he had his rifle safely in its holster on his back. "Awright, I'm ready. What's our destination?" Knock Out already had their holo globe-map out. "According to this the closest town is... Gygax, though it's small but as long as we'll be able to refuel and get some supplies, we'll be fine."
"I wonder if they're aware of our warrant in Gygax..." the blue mech p
ArmadaLight leaksArmada6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from cuts carved
across the static sky
in search of new worlds
(and old lovers)
As Heavens burn
A Modern MiseryA Modern Misery11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have realized, and have yet to understand how it appears that all beauty is somehow born from tragedy.
The words burst from our lips and sketches from our fingertips only remain in distress
And when the pain is lifted like a veil from our eyes, we are bereft of inspiration.
The artist is left praying for misfortune, so as not to starve one more night.
And so we live off of our broken hearts, feed off your apathy until we are bled dry and scattered over baron streets
Secrets revealed in blatant and indignant stanzas, "you'll hear my purest truth and take all your wrongs back to heart;
then set them free to the open sea, til they float into my arms once again."
The sleepless night lie end on end until it stretched over us- a fading menagerie of dreams on the edges of dying minds
We bleed on our canvases until a masterpiece is seen, and we trust ourselves to betray your truth
Without your patient hope for a sewn pair of lips, we'd lose our catalyst.
Swiftly, our hinged arms swinging ink
HopelessnessHopelessness9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words left unwritten
Feelings left unspoken
Yet on the lips
But never expressed
Leaving me in torment
I know only what to say
I know not how to say it
Emotions in frenzy
To tell the world
Yet my own ignorance
Holds me back
My own lack of skill
I held the knowledge
But let it be torn away
And there is nothing left
How cruel is the treachery of the mind
To have me forget what I once knew
To leave me stranded in a sea of silence
In an ocean of eternal dreams
The words will not come
Let them linger on my lips forever
For we all know
That they will never be spoken
That they will never be heard
The RutDistance dissolvesThe Rut6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the rains
which run rivers
in a circle-loop rut
on the Tyburn Tree
with the crows
Don't trust Linux zealots 1.01Don't trust Linux zealots 1.0111 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Windows User has entered chatroom: help
Windows User: Hey, can I get some help? I keep getting an error message when I try to run Photoshop CS.
Linux User: Switch to Linux.
Windows User: Isn't it a bit extreme to change my operating system because of the error in Photoshop? All I want to know is how to fix the error.
Linux User: Look, I'm going to give it to you straight. Microsoft are terrible when it comes to security. For your own sake, switch to Linux so you don't get infected by viruses or trojans.
Windows User: But I never open any unwanted email attachments, and besides I have a virus scanner which I update daily plus a firewall. Do I really need to use Linux?
Linux User: Microsoft want to take over the entire software market, and the internet. If they succeed, it will make life hell for all of us who use open-source software instead of Micro$oft's proprietary software.
Windows User: What is open-source and proprietary soft
Grew Up Way to Fastfrom the start of my lifeGrew Up Way to Fast9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i always had to think twice
about what i would say or do
and as to why i had no clue
born with a drunken father
who was an asshole usually
getting a place to hide
wasnt the easiest to find
grew up way to fast
i had to learn that we're born to die
without a reason even given as to why
everything we learn is just another lie
now im left not knowning who i am
what i should do or what im worth
pushed to grow up at the age of two
makes me sometimes regret my birth
grew up way to fast
i had to learn that we're born to die
without a reason even given as to why
everything we learn is just another lie
YHtBtR: The Novellization***YHtBtR: The Novellization7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Note 1 - This is based of of Mazapan's game "You Have to Burn the Rope."
Note 2 - Any literary pompousness or undue depth to be found within the following text is utterly intentional. Play the game to understand how epic it is.
Note 3 - This is only labeled "fiction" because of several factual embellishments found in the original game; the story is, in essence, true to real life.
You Have to Burn the Rope:
The Artist: Burk
The floor was rough. It stared upward with a burning look, that dark, primordial knowledge that one is being watched, pierced from some unknown angle by impossible eyes. Hewn stone gazed inward from all around. The rigid and dank cloud in the Hero's mind, so much an ironic beast to him, would not rise, would not dissipate; even as his mind drifted in and out of lucidity, he laughed to himself in a fleeting dream of conscious review: my own clouds I have hewn in twain, and yet this one, newly wrought, deigns to pas
paper cranes and picket fencesi am folding you one thousand paper cranes because it is all we have left.paper cranes and picket fences6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
legend says that if i fold one thousand paper cranes, i will get a wish. i could wish for a pair of iridescent wings or an ocean in a teacup or just to finally be happy again, but i don't want any of that--with every crane i fold i am imagining you. one crane for the circles under your eyes, one crane for your jutting ribs, one crane for every seizure.
i love you and you're dying and i will run out of paper trying to fold your broken pieces into birds.
you drew me a picture of us in the future.
our houses were next door to each other and a white picket fence separated our property and oh god, it made me curl into a ball and ache for hours. see, in a perfect world, the clouds would always be fluffy and our mailboxes would always be full of hand-drawn pictures and our smiles would be lopsided but permanent.
i hung it on my refrigerator as a reminder that there is still hope, but paper is so fragile and i am afra
The Bringer."The Bringer has died in her sleep, died in her sleep!"The Bringer.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The public announcement was one that woke the whole neighborhood. It was the kind of announcement that made children cling to their mothers, mothers cling to the fathers. The grey cars drove past "The Bringer is dead in her bed! She has died of ailing health..." The grey car and crackling voice died with the last blackness of the night. The sun would rise and the day would begin without what was an essential part of all our lives:
Mikale Navarro was what, as most everyone knew her as, was called the Bringer. Her name even meant so, some would say. I knew not, I knew her name meant "Saving" in our tongue.
The day I met her and the day of her death were not simultaneous. I had met her long before this day.
At six years I had broken my arm, falling out of a high tree. (Years later I found it to be much smaller than I remember.) Mother had taken me to see her. Her hair was long and dark, soft and wavy. Her jew
Down the Memory HoleLost love lettersDown the Memory Hole6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from former London
litter a funereal
As landfill martyrs
burnt and buried
like Thames bridges
left in the undertow:
in pressure mines
of war and famine
before the Ministry
kingdoms of rust.
In Bbrother we trust,
adrift on Airstrip1.
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.