ouroboros.ouroboros.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
White and gold still dressed her spine.
Those chains and gems criss crossed her shoulder blades in absent patterns, slung across her skin with a careless air. She was a creature of laces. Lace. Cream coloured filligree. And in this new home that didn't yet feel like hers,
she felt so small
alone on her wedding night with only years upon years of flowers to keep her company.
Arehtet went to the window and pushed it open, let it yawn wide open like the maw of the manticore. Her perfume called, white smoke with the lull of desert roses and dragon's blood on its tongue of deceits. She pulled her veil back and she blinked.
This kingdom could fit in the palm of her hand. She reached out. Closed her fingers around all those twinkling lights and crushed them to the dust of an hourglass.
The night wasn't so dark.
But it was vast.
The halls of Caeronvar Rock echoed under his feet as he stalked through them, gold softly clinking against his wrists and chest.
They called it the Rock and that was e
For BukowskiLeaving so soon? It'sFor Bukowski10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
okay - we've come to expect it.
Visit every so often. Send a letter signed with a heart.
Every one will be placed unopened in the top drawer.
Answers are only excuses.
Genuine expressions of what we want to be.
Faded, tired, we finally
only to find that every day is another performance.
Marvelous! (the crowd cheers.)
Here is what they've come for.
last one of them. They don't want your
love, they want your pain. No one ever leaves disappointed.
baby drilledif the sun stillbaby drilled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shines then the
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
into the bay
let them make
in the riverbed
with one hand
what the other
the night in
Winter Shades of GreyBrown eyes,Winter Shades of Grey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(dirt peeking through
the diamond quarry
a smile creeping
like a wild vine
into the corners of your cheeks.
Your blue whisper-lips
make me thinkpaint
covered in frost
yellow walls and coats on the rack...
...a grey winter morning
The Prayers of the FaithlessBetween one client and the next,The Prayers of the Faithless5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the holy whore would kneel to pray.
She never knew quite what to say
deep in her heart lay a misgiving,
as if the poor girl all but knew
that gods are ointments to subdue
the aching lesions of the living.
My Last Moments SPOILER HP7"Stupefy!" Damn, she dodged it.My Last Moments SPOILER HP74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I heard a voice from behind me. Low, dark, cruel. "Avada Kedavra!" Please not be Dolohov's voice. A sinking feeling inside me told me it was.
I tried to focus myself back onto fighting my aunt but a nagging feeling inside me kept on reminding me that Remus has just died. Bellatrix's face was contorted into a mocking grin that confirmed my worst fear. I shot a few more spells at my aunt but the Great Hall felt like it was going to crash around me any moment now.
I couldn't give up. I have to keep fighting. Teddy needs at least one of his parents.
Suddenly, a flash of red light hit my chest. My heart felt as though it had stopped beating, but it wasn't painful. I was falling backwards and my life rushed through my eyes, specifically the last couple months I've gotten to be with Remus and Teddy. That was the best time of my life.
The moment before I hit the ground I realized what had happened: she killed me.
I only had one thought left.
Teddy, your parents
RousseauBeautyRousseau5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each lies within the other.
All the chaos, the unintentional perfection that
like the toss of your hand, like the breath in our lungs
(pink as Spring's breast---cherry blossoms)
Every scab on my face yields new skin,
velvet baby flesh awaiting the weight of brown pigment and the day's dust,
the gold bounty of the sun,
but each scab on my face is violet
like the night
and red as the open-mouthed, glorious wounds of the horizon;
red as the dragonfly's wing.
In everything that is,
there is a dormant, inherent beauty,
just as we inherently love all that we consider to be beautiful.
Ugliness thrives like jagged-toothed
bottom feeders in the hearts of misanthropes;
those that shut their eyes
progressionlies like loveprogression7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was (your jigsaw face)
that helped me (put it together)
bored like rain.blue bubbles float around the universe.bored like rain.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our thoughts are inside, carried away down
the milky way and across to the land that
aslan came from.
believing in something, something greater
than yourself, must be so liberating, so
comforting. i wish i knew the feeling. i would
like to go back to that place i was once curled
up inside, once so apart of i had disappeared
into it. and then i was abruptly ripped from it
like a fresh scab from flesh. i don't think i've
spelling smoke.so, here we are, listening to the chainsspelling smoke.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the swings go back and forth,
real prison like sounds, you know?
sitting here in the grass, smoking
these cuban cigarettes that come
in these really tiny packs of twelve,
and they taste like bark. but stuff
like this is okay for us. cause, we're
following this ghost, and she's
bleeding and smoking and talking
with us about shit like neighbors
stalking you over their window sills,
and baked pie and real paranoid stuff.
so we follow this ghost home, and
her legs are all sticky with blood,
and i don't know, clouds or something.
we get there and all it is is a whole
lot of limbs stacked on top of each
other in beds and around the kitchen
counters, and all they're asking is if
the flowers in our hair are real or whatever.
because they are and we picked them
when we followed the ghost down
the halls. because this is it, real prison
like sounds, i guess, all i hear is
sway. click. click. click.
birthdayIt's someone's birthday somewherebirthday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone who once mattered
and somehow someway still seems to do
I dreamed of them last night
My mind somehow remembered what day was coming
Even while 'I' was asleep
Decades dimmed in memory
while what was old seemed new
Together across the room
as always was and so remained
that idolised perfection
never touched but always felt
Together we walked
for the best of years
me and my best friend
this twenty-fourin this 24 hoursthis twenty-four5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
know you are loved,
set in the sight of a mind,
desired in the heart of a man,
who waking and sleeping
ponders you, dreams of you,
feels more than can be [or should be] averred.
when he contemplates love, it is you.
know this tomorrow too...
llp - jul2010 - dA
passing thoughtswe arrive, we live, we leave behindpassing thoughts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our minute bits of information,
to continue the cosmic evolution.
we, having lived, depart as part
of the history of a vast totality.
in contemplation, we might say:
having gone, we are no more -
yet, no less than supernovae.
that is a comforting thought.
as we go, the belief we hold,
truth in our atom gift, is held.
that too is a comforting thought.
though all things appear to disappear,
nothing disappears completely;
our echoes echo forever.
that is a Very comforting thought.
llp - may2011 - dA
Someone Has to DieIt's been yearsSomeone Has to Die6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since the gravel
ate your face
and my chest
The vertigo of
pills and fresh flowers
sewed its mystery
as you taught yourself
wings too small
to hold air,
bones not hollowed,
and I cried
down ten flights
on the pavement.
You burned yourself
left a black stain
in the form of
and buried them
lightning frazzled bones-
of the earth's hours
turned up tenfold.
singular human evolutionif we pay attention,singular human evolution4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we learn daily.
if we're open to ideas,
theories may blossom.
if we're truly aware,
we will be informed.
experience is neither sand -
strewn to disguise lies,
nor stones -
set to shield beliefs.
experience is like a sculpture,
formed more complete each day,
evolving in truth,
but forever unfinished.
all things, neither proven nor dis-proven,
must be held 'as-if' they 'may' be true...
when they shall be challenged again.
llp - jun2011 - dA
riprip off the clothes and bandagesrip5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there you are
you and all your scars
let us see you
you have lived
you have lived
thank your good luck
you fortunate one
so many never got the chance
or took it if they did
thank your good luck
you fortunate one
the canker in your cellsit lurks in your marrow,the canker in your cells6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hidden away in your living cells.
this poison that you picked,
in whistles & bells.
'name that tune'
becomes so much more
than just a game to pass the time.
as each line strives
to find a way
to wrap your reasons
fairy-tale spells & poetry
to mask the naked truth;
the siren poison that calls you
to sleep (perchance to dream)
is of your own devising.
your worldview's naturally narrow,
since cynicism sells
this remedy you've created
a need for;
something to purify the wells
of your strychnine selves.
(each one planning a funeral,
and soon it's all together's fine.)
all black and white,
mahogany and brass with a mirror shine,
facade of peaceful slumber;
all to mask the rot
just beneath the surface.
it lurks in your marrow,
hidden away in your living cells;
food for th' indifferent worms.
elevens inseparableon the subject of confidenceelevens inseparable9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the room grows
of not explaining myself
in case I do decide
on somewhere else
I leave behind
(or not to be)
with each tiny silence filled
life imitates life
art takes note
and to hell with the rest of it
ever onward & expanding
on the forefront
(in the very back of things)
is you and
distinguished but undefinable
it's always with a final thought
I leave you
one day in the windyou are the smell ofone day in the wind5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
new books, first opened
and matches, just
everything good about scent.
as i inhale and you stand there,
the blue of your eyes is
chilly enough that
i need a jacket when i look at you.
you envelop me
with coolness and pride
and i wear my heart like a sore
branded in the skin of my arm
you will see it.
one certaintysometimes, what doesn't feel right,one certainty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
makes the most sense,
when seen by the light of day,
or the next,
we regress, readdress to reassess,
take a recess, then repeat the process.
forever, we contrive clever ideas
to store inside, cast aside or put aside
for now, to await that light of day.
come morning, we'll arise,
clear of eyes and mind, to find
still, there is no ready answer -
only question, question, question,
on occasion conceive a suggestion,
but seldom that epiphany we seek.
that, un-certainty, is life...
llp - jan2011 - dA
RainIn this arid landscape,Rain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where sandblasted rock bakes at noon,
and cracks in the freezing night,
the land's great thirst is rarely
slaked. Shrivelled seeds, littered in the dust,
bear witness to the dumb hope
that vegetation may yet thrive. They lie inert
until the flash flood's inundation.
The rain that falls on slopes
a world away from these
parched, exhausted hopes,
that trickles and finally pours,
builds up an irresistible spate.
Water courses, empty so recently,
seethe, as the mounting tumult pours over
those obstacles it cannot wrest from stillness.
The tempo of the sudden flood
abates. Within the harbouring mud
a short-lived flowering germinates.
MinnesotaMinnesota,Minnesota6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your only angel,
and she's sleepless
spitting dreams like
in an arch
across the continent
that licks like fire-
cries against my
as the leaves
blow through your
with the expensive-
death of roses,
cry out at Man
in your hospitals,
she'll be lost
behind a candle
in sonata but
I'll be well
on my way.
water your azaleas,
sun of yours
'cause I will
make it strain
to shine like
and when it
to grow dim towards
some place else,
you tell that moon
to lace its shoes
and where to
secular and open...[to cleanse]secular and open...6 years ago in Open More Like This
like water filtered
through the earth
to pool in sanctity
[and through your]
i speak -
to ask your inner you
cupping of the waters
of the thirst,
your spirit well,
is a deeper tell,
ensure you know
the truth of you
ensure the worth of you
is recognized -
and loved within
of your soul.
bring the blood
of the notion
you would waste
away in stealth.
love of self
you must keep,
within your heart
if thirsty need
of the soul
is what you'll find.
the stream of life
evolves to love.
all of the above.
from whence comes what you know?
all this - the universe.
you ask, "do i belong?"
the answer - "you exist..."