A House Divided: Ch. 15She finally made it so no capitalist pigs stood between her and her beloved brother. She ran and jumped into his arms at such a force that it knocked him to the ground. Some passersby glanced at the two whom they assumed to be love-birds before shaking their head at such a shameless display, but hey, this was the Seventy's. Hippies and mud girls were just beginning to ebb, but still it was very much alive. Peace and love, right? As it was, Natalya was showering her brother with kisses while his American boyfriend just stared, not exactly knowing what just happened.A House Divided: Ch. 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Uh . . . Ivan?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
Natalya looked up and took in the sight of the boy wearing denim pants and a disgusting American flag shirt. This must be the American whom had placed her brother under such horrible trials for the past six months. She frowned, he didn't look very adept in torture, then again, he didn't look quite adept at anything. Actually, he looked pretty stupid f
A House Divided Cannot Stand 1Alfred leaned back in his chair as the teacher droned on about literature. Mr. Kirkland was so boring, all business like and a 'gentleman'. He had a heavy British accent, but it wasn't unusual since he was in London for his schooling. Actually, he was a foreign exchange student and living with Mr. Kirkland. That wasn't weird at all . . . The guy was single and not really good at relating to children, even worse they were related. You totally couldn't tell since the Brit seemed to always have a persistent stick up his ass. Was the guy ever young? That would be a question never to be answered; but he could be a kid at heart. Like a little kid. Arthur Kirkland was a fairy nut, thinking they were real and talking to the air. It was seriously embarrassing, but since Arthur didn't understand that, Alfred felt embarrassed for him. But seriously, Americans would never be embarrassed unless it was to help someone else. Yeah, totally! They weren't the heroes of the world for nothing man!A House Divided Cannot Stand 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A House Divided Cannot Stand 3Alfred sat in the car, pouting like a child. He had settled himself in the far back because the Russki sat beside Arthur. Who knew the Brit was such a fucking pussy? He even treated the Commie-Socialist-Bunny with a degree of respect. Even Alfred wouldn't sink that low man! Even with all the guns of the USSR's Special Forces trained on him, ready to kill him at a . . . moment's . . . notice . . . Fuck his life.A House Divided Cannot Stand 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ivan looked out the window warily, his mouth set in a thin, grim line. He was in a Capitalist country, which meant they wouldn't treat him nicely. Still, he would not cower to their brutality. What neither of the Capitalists knew was that he had specifically told Spetsnaz to not fire by any means unless he was dead. They would, also, not interfere in any interactions between him and the civilians of the country. He would face it strong, and be the responsible one as often as need be.
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
Broken Sleep, Red LipstickI am only an insomniac when it rains. The pitter patter of the raindrops reminds me of the pitter patter of cat paws.Broken Sleep, Red Lipstick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(He liked to sleep at my feet when I could barely think, just to make me feel better. I think you used to tell him to.)
I wish I could wrap your memories around my spine and wear them as a backbone, because they are stronger than the arch my broken spined back seems to have developed of late.
(Spines are oddly brittle, and a lot like wrists. Easy to break and forever to heal.)
But I cannot depend of any of that anymore. So I wear red lipstick and high heels and go to parties and tell strangers how amazing they are to be wearing red lipstick and high heels and how different they must be to come to this party instead of the other one.
(All because you would hate parties and think nightlife is so stupid.)
It is what I do with my insomnia. Because my spineless back, the memories of you incessantly looped in my sleeplessly addled brain and the raindrops
all angles and godmy head -all angles and god5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crying a baby's hello
the bath water -
everything is all
angles and god;
you will watch as i flounder
in the murky streets
the sky is beginning
to cry again,
it comes in
shut it out,
NerveI believe it's time for an updateNerve7 years ago in Other More Like This
I know you don't know where I've been
I've been taking all this dust out my lungs
So I can go back to the place where they'll force it back in
Pain comes to those who want to succeed
The more you suffer the more you receive
Since what you know of pain is when you don't get your way
I'm sure that your life is simply a breeze
Baby comes easy- she's one of a kind
But babies like her are a dozen a dime
She got animosity at a discounted price
And she's willing to share when she has the time
Chest-cavity hollowed, pitted and rotten
Head cleansed with peroxide, congealing and clotted
Virginity sold to whoever would buy it
Conscience decayed when it was forgotten
Sometimes I wonder if she feels pain
But then I remember how ugly she is
And those things so ugly have their nerve endings raped
And I know to all those aging faces you're a pretty pair of legs
But if I pulled your insides out?
You wouldn't be so pretty then.
A House Divided Cannot Stand 2Ivan raised an eyebrow at the fork, but the connection was made clear. Alfred was Capitalist. Such a poor, stupid boy. He sipped the tea once more, "Actually, the USSR is Socialist or did you forget that was why the government wouldn't buy your filthy imports before the second World War. But being Amerikan, you wouldn't know the difference."A House Divided Cannot Stand 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfred stared, blinking confused. They were Socialist? But everyone said they were Commies . . . What is a Socialist by the way? Never mind! He was a RED (That was something not controversial . . . right?) and that was bad by itself! What was Socialism?
"It appears your cousin is much like the Chukchi," Ivan sighed, not worried about the idiot. He was probably trying to find his way back to reality without an actual path. When Alfred's mind began resuming conscious effort, he remembered he had a foot on the table and a fork aimed at the Soviet across the table.
His head snapped to Arthur, "Ship him back to his Commie-!"
Her MouthHer Mouth7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her mouth tastes like autumn -
late harvest snap of winesap apples
rich damson plums
and silver stars -
HangoverHangover4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My head throbbed when I woke up, feeling ultimatly groggy. I pretty much had to force my eyes open and stretched, twisting my neck to the side and yelling out in surprise.
"That was a nice wake up, thanks Mikes." Gerard groaned sarcasticly.
I stared at my older brother for a moment, questioning why he was in my bed and curled up next to me. My eyes widened and I lifted the sheets, checking to see if we had had too much alcohol and done the unthinkable. I sighed and put the covers back down over us after being satisfied that we both had clothes on and not had a quick shag while no-one was looking.
Everyone else seemed to be getting up and feeling the after affects of the bender we had all been on last night. Last night of the tour before we all drive back home to Belleville, why not? Yeah, well, this is why.
There was a loud sound from a opposite bunk that seemed to echo in my mind, not able to directly hear it, and a muffled 'oh yeah'.
"Oh fuckin' hell, Toro. Keep your stink to yoursel
time withers (but i will not break)they say time withers, but that we would never bend. now, i'm not so sure. friendship once forged in fire is growing weak at the base and arthritic at the joints. love cast in steel is now rusted and stained, dissolving at the mere sight of the sun. i trusted you. i did. i wore my heart on my sleeve and bled my tongue from my mouth just to show you the truth of the matter. i swallowed the guilt until it threatened to chew away at the strings holding me up; until i woke up screaming, my lungs giving out in protest as i writhed between cotton sheets, teeth biting the pillow to suppress the next anguished cry threatening to rip from my throat. i did this, for us, for the friendship, for the future we all saw sitting on magnolia porches.time withers (but i will not break)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i was willing to take the thorn into my sides, take the blame upon my shoulders, hold the world between hands just to let this dream come true. but no longer. i am not this savage beast that you see when you look at me; i am not this weathered and dying tr
rejectionrejection10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like you.
Don't ask me to stop.
Don't ask me why and
Don't feed me with hopeless lies
Of how you just won't move on…
As I recalled my journey I trickled the drops of remembrances,
I remembered as I waited patiently,
counting days after days after days…
Time passed at a snail's pace,
But I kept my virtue,
And I befriended with patience…
i drained out all the spaces left in my heart,
just so I can fill you inside…
I kept placing you on the highest places,
To me; you were like an angel from the heaven's surfaces..
but you keep falling down
everytime she's around.
Do you know how much it hurts?
however, I lend you a hand when you need it,
My shoulders are damp from your tears,
My ears are almost deaf from listening,
And as I do I stare at your face,
I felt love and hate all at the same time,
Poking in my mind, in my heart, in my strength…
When I look into your glistening eyes –
i felt my heart breaking into a million unexplaina
Five - 6 chapterFive - 6 chapter4 years ago in Romance More Like This
His head is resting softly against my shoulder, his hand lying on my thigh. Needing something to hold on to, even in his sleep. He breathes quietly against my neck. His warm breathing tingling my skin. It feels almost comfortable sitting right there with him sleeping on my shoulder. But I'd rather have him sleep in a bed, though, where he can for once just sleep.
I wouldn't know how to handle a stranger in my apartment, if it weren't for the fact that he was fast asleep on my couch. Normally when someone falls asleep on my couch, I let him or her sleep on it. I'm living by the rule of; your fault that you fell asleep on my not-so-comfortable sofa. But not this time, my rule seems to be the one to break.
So instead of gliding smoothly away from him and trow him a blanket, I slowly take a hold under his knees and his back. Lifting him off the sofa with ease. Not that I would have thought he was a heavy person, his bone structure is far too feminine for that. But the way he seems to weigh
Behind this MaskBehind this maskBehind this Mask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the real
Not the fake
Behind this mask
Hides the ugly
And the hate
Behind this mask
Not a smile
Nor a laugh
Behind this mask
No charming word
No loving act
Behind this mask
A hurting soul
All tears flow
Behind this mask
We all go
QuestionsDo you look into the sky like I do?Questions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love the life you have, and wish for nothing more?
Do you smile at your faults,
And accept the fact they make you who you are?
Do you find it odd I can be myself,
Not just another follower in a world with a lack
Of fitted leaders?
Do you have pity in me when I do not fight back,
Not wanting to stoop to your level.
Do you see me as some creature,
With my tentacles flaring about and obnoxiously loud noises?
I know my faults, so I accept them.
I know I can be annoying, but who are you to judge that?
I know I do not fight back, for I do not believe it will solve anything.
I know who I am,
The question is:
blue morningsholding outblue mornings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
impossibly bated breath
blue like the morning
as it touches the canvas
of your sheets,
billows of cloud
this is not what
i asked for.
i never said
i needed more
than a hand to hold,
for you to touch my heart;
you lent me your body
and a person
much more than is sure
as the stars.
(as though the certainty
of those celestial jewels
that you were less afraid.
burning like a forest fire,
sinks its teeth
into your copper skin,
reflective and deep;
you touch me too tenderly
for me to believe
that i am just an embellished vessel-
you speak to me too softly
for me to believe
that you don't feel at least
half of what i do.
i need words-
less poetic than a letter,
but more honest than one as well-
written on my wrists
so that when i look at my hands
you can't give yourself
what you want most,
or why i am able,
to wrap you in my arms,
too pale for an
A KissA glistening tearA Kiss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rolls down the cheek;
Eyes gleam, wet
And knees shake, weak.
The softest sigh
Warm on the face;
In deep embrace.
A perfect smile
On lips that part;
Grow closer as
Love grips the heart.
The tiny pulse
That beats with thrill;
In tender chill.
A single kiss;
And time stands still.
The Randomness Of SadnessI know it's wrongThe Randomness Of Sadness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it's burning my heart
I am sorry
but I couldn't keep it up inside
I just wanted a piece of love and appreciation
I know this'll throw me where I deserve
and I'm afraid...
it'll hang my flesh and stab me with my own bones
I'll regret it, and I'll cry my soul from it
but I'm weak, and it was eating my guts
I couldn't keep it up inside
my heart is bleeding and my skin is drowning in my tears
I live every single minute counting my heartbeats
I'm going to die someday
I wish I was never born, so I won't die
I asked for help and I found the way
the way that makes that door open for me
I don't refuse, but it's so far and I'm too weak to reach it
I couldn't keep it up inside, all alone
nobody's better than me, I just wanted to taste some love
even if it was a lie, 'cause lies are my dreams
they created my life and who I am
they burn my heart, and that living hole is steaming
it blames me for what I've done
it sounds so innocent and beautiful
and I'm too weak t
How do you live your life?What do you do, when no one trusts you?How do you live your life?9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Where do you hide, when no one's on your side?
Who are your friends, are they there till the end?
How do you live your life?
Do you hide, do you seek?
Are you strong, or are you meak?
Do you have hope, do you mope?
How do you live your life?
Do you Swindle, do you save?
Do you dig yourself a grave?
Are you poor, are you rich?
Are you kind, or a total bitch?
How do you live your life?
Do you wander, do you stay?
Do you work, or do you play?
Are you with others, are you alone?
Areyou the dog who gets the bone?
How do you live your life?
Are we fake, are we real?
Are we the one's who turn the wheel?
Do you follow, do you dought?
Do you wish that you could just shout?
How do you liveyour life?
Are you dull, are you aware?
Do you linger, or never stare?
Do you live, do you die?
Do you bother to ask why?
How so you live your life?
::Invisible::We are not who we were before.::Invisible::3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are ignorant of my existance,
locked away in your newfound world.
Not smiling at me, like you used to.
I am voiceless, unable to call your name.
I am broken, but you can't mend me.....
Not when I'm invisible.
November RoseNovember Rose5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stumbling through the autumn rain
A lonely merchant on his way
the woods offer no place to stay
but suddenly, a light ray --
A sole flower withstands the storm
underneath the soaking trees
to brighten up his heart
All months the same, October Rain
Washing the light and bright away
And yet here grows, this November Rose
Shining through this world of grey
A flower withstands November storms -
Sign of a chancing world
The showers and leaves
fall from clouds and trees
Yet the rose remains unstirred...
All months the same, October Rain
Washing away the summer dirt
To Whom Do You Belong?To Whom Do You Belong?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When in the height of youthful prime,
And candour gently reigned,
Then feared you not the march of Time,
Possession you disdained.
How fulsome in existence chaste
Were you content to dwell;
And life's pursuits in restless haste
Cast not their ugly spell.
Content without the irksome hand
Of one who gathers flowers.
Content in peaceful shades to stand
Whilst claims were made in bowers.
Then came those hands, clear to discern
Above the heady throng.
How came you for those hands to yearn?
To whom do you belong?
Why sigh you now, with faded mien,
For hands which care you not?
Regretting thus to be unseen,
Regretting now your lot?
Regretting now the loss of time,
And peace in disarray?
The ravages of seasons' clime
Upon your features prey.
Resign you now alone to fade,
Your bloom o'ercast by care.
Resign again to unseen shade.
In vain do you despair.
Why I Hate Romantic Comedies1.Why I Hate Romantic Comedies2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion)
Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.)
Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even if there is someone for everyone, bad people are immune to the soulmate theory.)
Because they always have a happy ending (And real life begins after the sun has set and she has realized that he may not be everything she hoped for and he begins to have second thoughts about commitment.)
Because everything is assured in i
Winter Sun: Chap 10Dimitri drove for what seemed like days. But, it only felt that way because you couldn't fall asleep in the car. You frowned at Alisa and Alexey in the back seat. They were still out. You sighed and leaned your head back on the seat.Winter Sun: Chap 104 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why do you want to talk to me Dima?" you asked.
Dimitri's face remained stoic and he kept looking at the road. You almost growled. You hated it when he did this. You made it to Volgograd very late that night. You yawned and guessed that it was just before dawn. Alisa and Alexey woke up in the back.
"We're here?" Alisa asked in disbelief.
Dimitri quickly looked back at them before putting his attention on the road again. "You weren't that far away. You were just out in the farmland and the forest a little."
Alisa shrugged and sat up and stretched. Alexey started to talk to Dimitri about the war and the army. You only paid attention when Ivan's name was brought up. You looked out the window to see your Aunt and Uncles farm. You smiled. You spent many summer