Roy and Hughes DrabbleThe phone was ringing.Roy and Hughes Drabble11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
An arm snaked out from under the rather comfortable warmth of the blanket and with practiced ease snatched the phone and hauled it back to a face still pressed solidly against pillows.
"Good morning, Maes."
"And here I thought you liked hearing my voice over the phone." Roy's voice was thick with a sly smile. Definitely audible, the smirk was almost tangible.
Gathering brain cells still brandy-dipped Maes took an attempt at actual words. "The hell time is it ?" Maes cracked one eye open, seeking some amount of light to judge the day by.
"Oh, about an hour before dawn."
"The hell you want? 'S too early for work."
"Well, I was having some coffee, and wanted to let you know how delicious it was." Was it Maes' imagination, or was Roy attempting to coo into the phone?
"Why would I want to know about your damn cup of coffee at this indecent hour?!"
"Well, since you always think to share with me, I thought I would try and be such a good friend to you
Surreal WorldSurreal World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the world around you feels so surreal
And you can't tell what's fake or for real
So you work your way through, trying to discover
And your memory's lost, so you're trying to recover
Feeling as if all the pages have flown
And wishing if only the world was clear and you'd known
But your brain is filled with plain morning dew
And is leaving you empty as the chilled wind blew
siyahsiyah10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dudaklarından çıkan o garip fısıltıyı ve sıcak nefesini hissediyorum bacaklarımın arasında
O kadar soğuk bir odadayız ki,dışarıda ki kar bile bize ateş gibi geliyor..
Çıplak olmamız soğuğu engelleyemediği gibi,bizi de uzaklaştıramıyor işte!
Nefret ediyorsun benden..benim seni sevdiğim kadar nefret ediyorsun!
Bazen o kadar acımasız oluyorsun ki bacaklarımın yandığını hissediyorum..bana hem tutku hem de acı veriyorsun..iki işi aynı anda yapmak gibi..sen gerçekten mükemmelsin işte!
Bacaklarımı sana doğru uzatmışım..garip şekilli beyaz yatakta..bembeyaz yatakta..kırmızı düşlerinin,tutkularımın,suçlarımızın olduğu yatakta..yatak kadar beyaz olan tenimi,kirli ellerinin iğrençliği bozuyor güzelli
Mort D'eteClosed to the lightsMort D'ete11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five 'till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.
take me awayI closed my eyes andtake me away11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could see for miles
the years went passing
and dreams flooded into my mind
in a rushing wind I found myself screaming
"take me away"
time and space flew away,
in retrospect I could tell
that though enjoying myself in the moment
to stay would mean to forget myself
the world around me began to bleed in pain
while we all were at each other's throats
we bled our own selves dry before we'd lift our hands to help
giving into our own vices while we jumped in screaming
"take us away"
we'd never been here before
and it should've stayed that way
'cause now we're living for ourselves
we don't care about anyone else
I rolled out of bed and began to shudder
as I opened my eyes
I could barely see my hand
darkness had fallen upon this land
and there was one small light
a beam of hope came from withinI
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Child of the DarknessI look at my reflection, what do I see?Child of the Darkness11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dark painted portrait,
longs to be free.
The scars in my vision
I breathe eternal, eternally chased.
My soul is disfigured,
cold hands, are unclean.
So close to fiction,
too close to be seen.
Scented and painted,
but covered in blood.
Here in this ecstasy,
an all-natural drug.
Perfect pale white skin,
Impurities run deep.
My own body dead now,
for my new soul to keep.
Covet the darkness,
and burn in the light,
Here I shall remain.
Your child of the night.
Saying GoodnightSo here I am. 2am listening to the saddest songs I can find.Saying Goodnight9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I can think of is you. Nothing else compares to you.
I have realised you are the one I cannot do without.
So I just sit here, pouring out tears of ink,
trying to find the perfect hook, a catchy line to describe the indescribable.
But nothing is that simple.
How can it be when our instruments are hopes and dreams?
I guess that I can never come close to him
I say love is foolish.
I know you love him
But somehow still think you may care for me again one day
Oh well, time for me to sign off now
I say goodnight to your pictures
and hope beyond hope that one day I'll kiss you goodnight.
I should never have let you go.
I DAMAGE II DAMAGE I10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I HATE WHEN YOU SWEAR
I BREAK WHEN YOU CRY
I PLEAD WHEN I PANIC
I CONFESS WHEN I DIE
Mr.UnconsciousDarkness pulls its heavy blanketMr.Unconscious10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over my tired eyes
'sleep my child and
of things beyond this world
feel your thoughts succumb
pulse, is calm
the body, relaxes.
on a raft of elusive sensations,
give in to the forces of the imagination
and tear down the walls which imprison your mind.
My child, don't be afraid,
what happens is not real
You're still in control
Just not as you think
Ah, now, I have your attention,
your mind, your body and soul.
you've finally escaped to those
Say hello to your
Be still whilst he violates your being.
Le Ballon NoirNobody knows why its there:Le Ballon Noir8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it was left by a deity,
or a couple, or a father who didnt want
a black balloon at the wedding,
they didnt leave a calling card
when they tied it to the lamp-post
for the climbing boy to find.
Once released the balloon attacks
bobbing off his head and arms
as he clings to the ironwork.
The fall is caused by the distraction
rather than the force itself
and breaks a leg -
he mightve cracked his head too
on the way down.
A man selling hot rice
runs to the aid of the folded boy
and sees the balloon drifting skywards,
Loning over dusty hills
towards the grey tenement
it finds a dog to tease, bouncing
off the windowpane as it yaps in alarm.
This rouses a drunk man,
who bursts onto the balcony lurching outwards he grabs for it
misses, grabs for it, misses, grabs for...
The woman carrying bread
encounters her lifeless husband
and her wails are still audible
as the balloon sails across the main
Legacy of a SpellswordLegacy of a SpellswordLegacy of a Spellsword1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal entry of Sir Johannes the Legendary, Day 1:
Treason! An assassin has wounded my father, the king!
To bring order back to the kingdom, he has sent my siblings and I on a quest to save him. Together, we will venture into the cursed woods, and enter Castle Hamson. This cursed castle has stood on the edge of the woods since time immemorial, but rumors say that within it dwells an item, which will cure any ailment.
Tonight I will get a head start over my brothers and sisters, and set forth on my quest while they lay asleep. To fail this quest would be an embarrassment to my name.
Journal entry of Sir Terry the Young, day 1:
I am Sir Terry, the youngest of the king’s children, and last in line to the throne. Though I have heard of the assassination plot, I was not enthusiast at the idea of scouring Castle Hamson for a possible cure to father’s wound. It is not that father does not like me… but there have been rumors of more than tr
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography11 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
PubertyAsh, why wont you talk to us, sweetheart? Mom asked me with a smile. She leaned forward and touched a hand to my arm, smiling like all mothers do when they want to sweet talk you into doing something for them. You know were all here for you. Were not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, Ash. Youre really worrying us.Puberty8 years ago in General More Like This
Its starting to get annoying, Ash! That was from my rival Gary. Because when youre throwing a calm, quiet intervention, you should bring your sons childhood rival who spent most of his life figuring out ways of tripping you into the mus. Could you just open up your fat mouth and answer us?
First of all, Im not fat, and Garys a jerk. Next, Im not going to talk. They all have that same stupid idea in their heads that Im going to open me mouth and speak even though I havent for a while now. Its not going to happen because they
but it also meansIt's mundane,but it also means9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soda aisle
and my wandering, walking up
then down. I frown to distract.
And buy the soda you love
because you might, you
might be here to have it. Though
with I need a drink.
I don't need a drink.
The same strength, faux-weak
ness that I will always have,
and tell myself I learned from you.
I buy it, afraid I won't like the taste,
or maybe I will and it'll be there
for a few days squishing along inside me.
It's just fucking soda, but it also means
I still love you.
Pond Of StillnessPond Of Stillness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever met the one whose smile melts all that surrounds you and reality flies higher than the breeze on the wings of a hawk, no even higher? If not then I wish you, oh I wish you
such a magical mystical stroke of luck.
Have you ever met the one whose voice can even in a whispered hush, float over your skin, causing sensations of such warmness you sigh in mere anticipation of their touch?
If not then I wish you fate shall grant that start.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a stranger, peering in total rapture as you see yourself reflected back in them, feeling the pull to get closer, closer still?
If not then I wish that shall be for you destiny's will.
Have you ever burned with the very lightest of touches of one's finger merely on the top of your arm and find even in that first encounter the one who your heart has always desired?
If not then I shall pray with rapture's complete' powers of ecstasies soon you shall find that sacred fire.
Have you ever as lips close , then com
'The Pen's Master'In the mystic wee hours of the night when mortals sleep in sweetest repose of peace and Mistress Night's Cloak decorates the Heaven's ebony skies with gems of her train as it trails behind in her travel's - it along its seams even glows.'The Pen's Master'10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A breeze tip toes through my open window tickling the lace curtains draped round it delivering the message being sent by A Pen's Master - to my ears a caressing awakening flow.
"Awake, awake sweet child" the words came - as gentle as a lullaby - as soothing as the rain - till I finally rose in my bed to view who there stood - in sheer quivering delight my eyes opened wide.
He was tall - hair of spun gold long- his garments of gossamer silks that to the floor ran surely had been ner touched by human hand for they changed color as he approached in long stride.
His cloak was every color of the rainbow - of satin finest made - decorated in real silver, gold and bronze -the implements of his Majestic pride.
Quills, pencils, pens, bottle of inkpot
FieldsFieldsFields7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youre not moving
Because he moved on
Left those northern dreams
To crash around you
Standing in bare fields
Of a shrugged midwinter
Mistress Darkthe beautiful woman,Mistress Dark11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under whom so many of us study.
Pleasing is the sensation of self inflicted pain.
No matter the medium;
metal to an arm,
bile breaking a throat,
repetitions of St. Agnes.
Like God she gazes, prideful of that which she has created,
and she says it is good.
We see the twisting grin,
the bust that swells.
Repeat our actions we must
a thousand times.
Until our bodies refuse to flinch,
reveal no pain.
Then we can show her; the mistress to Beelzebub,
we too may master the art of sweet agony.
The Dark Lady will point a chapped finger,
more she will push for
Lady Death gives opiates to the masses;
blinded and willing, in turn the masses
shackle the bodies, naked to the ceiling.
Willing to feel Lady Sting, Lady Scorch.
Longing to die for her,
in both fire and ice.
Revelations would hit her, manifestations.
Lady Masochism will fall silent,
at this precious epiphany,
'there are other masters of her art.'
Acquiescence"Know no fearAcquiescence9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My darling little one
You shall not know
The sting of tears
And the bitterness which grows
With the passing of human years..."
You can have everything
Nothing remains of what used to be
My eternal flame holds no more secrets
I cannot recall when laughter last graced my lips
Lamentation for the incandescent daylight
I remember from my youth
Sears my consciousness
Take what you want
For I can fight no more."