The Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari planet (text, v1)The Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari planet (text, v1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El Planeta Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari, por Jakeukalane
The Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari planet (the-world-of-the-countless-wonders) is a planet cover permanently with magic and electric storms. However, the surface of this planet is so porous that all the water accumulates in the core of the planet transformated in ice (due to pressure).
Before the catastrophe that changes this planet forever, did occurred in it amazing events: in each crossroad, in each palace, in each cart, there was associated with it a secret subworld. Those subworlds (several thousand of millions [long scale - 109]) was influenced by the thinking of intelligent beings that lives in Qhot-naun-phaqiasiari: each inhabitant can create a individual world for himself.
Din adancÎntr-un deşert, gri şi sterpDin adanc3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Se-nalţă uriaşe ruguri incendiate
Străpung noaptea grea căzută
Din timpurile uitării născută
Flăcări reflectate-n stropi de ploi acide
Luminează-n puterea acestei nopţi sordide
Râuri smolite străbat câmpii nenorocite
Lipsite de atingerile binecuvântării.
Negre stânci din magmă-nchegată
Stau strajă într-o vale secată
Şi urlă vântul, amarnic, printre ele
Se-ntind fantomatice crengi spinoase
În lumina moartă a unei lumi de piatră
Sfârtecată şi distrusă de-o ambiţie violentă
Venită din alte locuri ş-alte evuri
Însă undeva, se-aprinde cerul
Iar în astă lume rece, de dor pustiită
O chemare răsună. Slabă ş-amorţită
Deşteptând deşertul din grea nefiinţă.
Dincolo de mun
Sonadow: School rampage 11"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!" Sonic jolted up from her bed holding her head. Freshly tears where still streaming down her face.Sonadow: School rampage 116 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She breathed harshly and looked around realizing it had only been a dream.
But... it felt so real...
And why... was she crying in the first place?
Sonic just was getting more relaxed when she got a call on her cell phone.
"HIIIIII!!!!!!" She squeaked and grabbed the cell phone.
"oh hey Tails! sup?"
"Could you come over? i've got something cool to show you!"
"on a Saturday? TAAAAAAIIIIILS!!!!!!" Sonic whined... she hated being waked early in the weekends.
"oh trust me Sonic you're gonna like this... by the way..." then Tails voice turned to a whisper.
"Shadows here too!"
Sonic's eyes widened a sec...
and we have chilidogs .. Tails sneakily stated.
oh i could just pop in for a moment! Sonic thought quickly.
Then Sonic got dressed and ran towards Tails's workshop.
Tails was walking down some sh
Am chef de dragosteDacă te vei îndrăgosti vreodată de mine, trebuie să ştii de cine te îndrăgosteşti de fapt.Am chef de dragoste4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Te îndrăgosteşti de inocenţa ce-mi îmbracă pielea, din cap până-n picioare, ca un tatuaj temporar ce ţipă să fie înlăturat. Te îndrăgosteşti de modul în care ochii mei nu sunt nici verzi, nici albaştri, şi nici gri; ci căprui, banali şi adânci ca o groapă de pământ fără fund. Te îndrăgosteşti de nenumărate vise divizate în dorinţe ce aşteaptă să fie ghicite, cereri ce au evadat prin cuvinte şi fantezii ce îmi colorează ochii şi mintea. Te îndrăgosteşti de un suflet pueril, o inima naivă şi un trup plin de pasiune. Te îndrăgosteşti de focul ce-mi arde sub piele şi mă face vulnerabilă, dependentă de
Lost but not forgotten workThe work was never completed, like most everything else, it sat there, waiting for over two hundred years for its masters to return.Lost but not forgotten work5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little did the work know that it would never be completed, its masters had lived and died, and like everything else, the mastery of this type of work faded into history.
Completed works like it were often sold, as antiques, people made much money but the completed work like the uncompleted work sat in a room as a mere decoration, it becomes forgotten, and dusty. There are even cases where this work is just completely forgotten and like the uncompleted work, it fades into history.
But why does this work wait for so long for it's masters to return? There instances where the work is attempted, but even modernized with some of today's techniques.
A day in the bookstore where a child picks up a book in the interest of something they've never seen. Books of the work that has lain forgotten in history explains what it use was back then. The child does not unders
ThriceI:Thrice11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your cupped hands
the grace of my ribcage
as we drift toward
the shelter of a quiet cove
my hair tangles
the valves of your heart
holding you at bay
for a moment
till I return your breath
the children we were
share ev'ry secret
rolling in the grass, always
laughing in our dreams
when the boys kiss our mouthsyou have these eyes that are so dull and so cold.when the boys kiss our mouths4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they stare at her as if to say
don't get too close
but it's a little too late for that now.
she was quiet, for
you can't kiss and speak
at the same time.
your hand slipped
between her smooth thighs
you turned her
into a snake,
beneath your own pale flesh
and it was wrong.
it was all so wrong
and she knew it
but she didn't protest
just wants to please you.
she doesn't remember much,
she does remember
your mouth and
her blood dirtying
those pale sheets
you liked so much.
she looked bitter and said,
"sorry, i know those were your favourite."
that you were a
a tangled mess
hurting those who
tried to touch you.
i guess it wasn't
much of a dream
sometimes she thinks she loves you when
you've got her cheeks cupped in your warm palms,
but then you go and give her a reason not to.
all she wants is to be surrounded in your scent
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
That boyThe neighbors used to see him walking down the street.That boy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Holding his mother's hand,
asking his dad " can we go to the beach?"
"And play in the sand?"
He was always smiling
even when the sun was bleak
even when the sky was crying
He would go to the candy store
and hold the door, for his parents.
He would buy candy and copy his dad like a parrot
The store clerk would smile weakly and fake
the child would notice the mistake
but he would smile on,
while singing his little song.
The people would stay away from him and closed there doors.
He never wanted anything less or more.
He was fine with his parents, thats all
Even when he would trip and fall.
He didnt cry or moan
He walk to his mother sitting on the bench
and they went home.
The next day, once more he'd play again,
with no one else. he didnt need a friend.
I never understood why the neighbors closed there doors.
and stay away from him or treated him wrong.
He'd always sing his song.
funny i never could see why they were afrai
Unadulterated LoathingGalinda slipped into her dorm room. She remembered how much her room-mate hated pink 'This is going to be fun' she thought as she pulled out her extra bedding; pink sheets with hearts on them, a frilly pillowcase, and a lacy pink comforter. She stripped Elphaba's bedding off and shoved it into the back of the closet. She unfolded the pink sheets and made the bed with them. Then she put on the pink comforter, followed by the pillow with the frilly case. 'I can't wait to see the look on Elphaba's face when she sees this!' Galinda thought.Unadulterated Loathing4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She heard footsteps coming near, then the green girl's voice. She smoothed out the wrinkles in the bed then scrambled to find a magazine. She plopped on her own bed and pulled the magazine in front of her face just in time for Elphaba to walk in.
She glanced at her bed, then at her room-mate, and nearly fainted "Wh-What have you done to my bed!"
She started a mad search for her own bedding, without success.
The next day Elphaba was in a foul mood. She h
a boy i used to knowlanky with long dark hair; i thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world and even though he denied it, i knew he was just being modest. sometimes i would let him stick his hands up my shirt and touch my ribs. he'd slide his long fingers up and down each one, reminding me of how thin i am. i often forget.a boy i used to know5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i liked it when he touched me, but that was short lived and it was already too late to tell him to stop. it was like he didn't understand the meaning of the word "no" but i could forgive it because the mistakes he made were so honest.
"what would you do if i died?" he asked.
"i would be sad," was all i said and he looked disappointed.
today his hair is short and his eyes show a change. today i realized that he is the type of boy that all the teenage girls write about and it makes me feel pathetic in more ways than one.
he's been my inspiration for too long and it's time for me to move on because he's gone.
he's been gone for a long time.
Softcore Porn and Moldy FruitYou'd expect the bite of lemon juice to be enough,Softcore Porn and Moldy Fruit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
o' but no, the incisions always indulged in moldy peaches.
Raunchy, biodegradable fruits
full of foul odors and seeds that say "Fuck You"
if you ask them to grow.
You'd think someone would begin to loath
the invasive glint of steel soaked in citrus rot,
but no, her stitches kept tasting for the ache
of scalpel beneath skin.
That familiar ooze;
peaches and crème slipping down forearm.
She grew accustomed to the daily rituals of apricot patches
molding to skin.
She understood the necessity of routine,
the demands of a schedule.
Scabs peeled and picked
to a fleshy, citrus dessert.
I find her infatuated with tangerine ice-cream
sliding from the seam of arteries,
and I'm wincing as she
relishes liquid candy.
And it's demented, but her eyes shriek "Delicious. Delicious."
And this is revolting and wretched, but her eye's say "You Love
light.light.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
five a.m. indigo,
a smattering of cloud,
light pollution and a false dawn,
golden stain on the horizon,
watch it spread,
a pretty spectra irrelevant,
burn your retinas,
handprint on the window.
high noon white,
a smattering of cloud,
industrial pollution and a choked city,
grey stain on the horizon,
watch it spread,
burn your lungs,
fingerprints on the sunglasses.
From Me To You...From Me To You...5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The twinkle in an eye The smile on your face
The stare of a newborn child The warmth from a ray of sun
A promise made never to be broken A mother bird bringing food to her nest
A sacrifice made for someone A hot cup of tea on a winter's day
A deed done in humility A starving child,
Suicide is not the AnswerSuicide is not the Answer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suicide is not the answer
Then what is the answer!?
Please tell me
Because I can't find one
Suicide is not the answer
Stop saying that
It doesn't help
It only brings guilt
Suicide is not the answer
What question did I ask?
All I'm asking is why you don't care
Whether I live or die?
Suicide is not the answer
Oh you do care?
Then why don't you stop me
From ending my life?
Suicide is not the answer
When I told you that I wanted to die
You ignored me, overlooked my pain
And thought I was being silly
Suicide is not the answer
Yes it is
You've given me
Nothing else to live for
+Made For You 26C - BL+Made For You Chapter 26 (Part C): Three Words+Made For You 26C - BL+4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning: Multiple mentions and descriptions of vomit/ing.
Cameron couldn't see an end to the discomfort and anxious atmosphere of the holiday party. It was a silly thing to think, but it felt normal when he couldn't come up with any sort of excuse to leave or a solution to fix the problem caused by his outburst. He'd let something ugly out when it should have been contained. Now the damage was done, and the other guys were tip-toeing their conversation around him, their very presence around him. Separating themselves from him entirely yet not completely cutting him out. They no longer talked about bad relationships or break-ups. The conversation had long since moved on and left Cameron far behind, but even then he could tell they didn't forget his outburst.
Cameron could feel them sizing him up now; speculating on what had made him crack. The answer to his current predicament sounded simple: Just leave, go back to Ellio
Why I Love HerWhy I Love HerWhy I Love Her5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I awoke before her this morning
Sitting at the foot of the bed I watch
Her breathing is slow and calming
So angelic she is while in slumber
As I watch her I wonder what it is
What makes my soul cry out for her
Her touch is so warm and gentle
It sends tingles through my body
Raises goosebumps on my skin
And makes my muscles tighten
But that is not why I love her
Her sweet fragrance enchants me
It arouses a deep animal yearning
A hot passionate desire awakens
My hands tremble, my senses heighten
But this too is not why I love her
Her exotic body, her silken skin
They make my heart pound
Igniting a fire deep within me
A raging fire only she can quench
Again I admit this is not why I love her
Her smile and her dulcet voice
They sooth me and heal my heart
Make the sun shine on the darkest day
Though clouds have followed me for so long
Calming my soul and reviving me
But even this is not why I love her
As she wakes and sits up smiling at me
I realize what it is tha
untitled01.untitled3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember looking up from my book a few days ago when you and Kyle walked in the room.
Kyle was talking animatedly, waving his hands every which way. You were listening, nodding your head with your eyebrows drawn together. I assume you were trying to decipher what Kyle was trying to tell you, because he rarely has anything important or relatively normal to say. Sometimes he says things that are so ridiculous it makes me want to rip out his spinal cord and strangle him with it.
"Think before you talk," I'd love to scream, but don't. Everything said to him goes in one year and out the other, so what would be the point?
When the conversation ended, Kyle slapped your shoulder and squeezed it in a friendly sort of way. You shuddered and shook like a rattle snake was squirming up your back and it made me want to laugh. I would have probably done the same thing if Kyle touched me, but maybe that isn't the reason you did it.
I stuck my nose back in my book and leaned back on the sofa, cho
girlhips rollgirl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she moans magnificently,
perfect in tone and tune.
it's her drug and she'll die for one last hit.
AnubisHail Anubis, Caretaker of the dead!Anubis4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With midnight skin and silver eyes
you beckon me to bow my head
And submit to your mystery.
Hail Yinepu, Eternal one!
Elder god, unfettered you reign
your mighty will be done
as you glide between the worlds.
Hail Khenty-amenti, guarding where we lay
The silver sand of the moonlit desert is the path.
Your screaming jackals lead the way
To descend to your linen embrace.
Hail Uapuat, Judge divine!
You who test the mettle of our hearts
and open the way to receive the sign
Your gentle kiss awakens my rebirth.
AresAres, mighty god of warAres6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with flashing eyes
and deafening roar
your battle cry chills
even the sturdiest of hearts.
you are the frenzy of battle
the bloodlust of the hoard
You bolster our courage
and feed our drive toward victory.
Lord of the Dance
With passion and fury
you thrust deep with your lance
making us bleed our weakness away
strengthening our hearts against our enemies.
Instinctual and primal you stand aloft
you sneer at our fear and hate
yet with lips so soft
you whisper courage in my ear
Arming me with your touch.
CernunnosWild Man, Horned One, Lord of the huntCernunnos6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes reflect the green of the trees
The brown of deep, rich soil
The gold of the life giving sun
The silver of lighting against the darkest night.
Light one, Dark one
Virile and animalistic you reign
Crowned in antlers
Master of death and deep mysteries
Giver of life and light.
In you the seasons are reflected
Through you we are set free
The sweetest joy is awakened by the deep timbers of your voice.
The deepest peace is found in the comfort of your embrace.
Kern is your name sung in glory
Your guidance leads me astray
to find the wisdom deep inside me
"know thyself" you say.
he's the bravesttoday he built a bridgehe's the bravest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the sea of tears you cried,
the tears you think he doesn't know about.
tonight you'll knock that bridge down.
tomorrow he'll fold a tiny paper boat
and he will set sail down your body of water,
hoping that maybe this time he'll reach you.
and when he does,
they'll all be talking about it,
they'll all be talking about him,
the boy who built the highest bridge even though
he was scared of heights.
the boy who set sail,
even though he was scared of drowning.
he's the bravest of them all.