Addiction, updatedA grey, haggard dawn.Addiction, updated5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Already you struggle with the rebirth
It almost seemed that the impetuous
rush, the flash flood of consciousness,
had lifted you so high that you
could hear the very conversation
of the gods.
Now your ears are beset with jeering echoes
of bitter words, silent, scathing judgments
from tongues the earth has stilled.
The empty city spreads like a mausoleum
around you, its indifferent streets sprawling.
The winds keen scalpel probes the shallow
skin of clothing, insufficient to preserve your
bodys dwindling heat.
Still you know that you can purchase
yet another dose of freedom from
the curse of ailing flesh. Icarus fell
only once from the zenith of his sky.
Dairy Idol (Cow TF TG)It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!Dairy Idol (Cow TF TG)7 months ago in Sketches More Like This
I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
A Song Of LoveShe pauses a momentA Song Of Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the window, surveying
the spread of rooftops.
The long summer dusk
lingers. She feels how
she balances on the edge
of gathering night.
She closes the curtain
swiftly, shutting out
the swelling darkness.
The room behind her
glows with subdued light.
She spends her evenings
alone with her solitude,
an imaginary brute
she has almost tamed,
still it sprawls among
the many trophies
of her collecting
to all but the dumb
anguish of which it
borrow her passion
from her stereo,
As Pears expresses
What Britten felt for him.
Her life has formed one
long regretful sigh.
She wonders sometimes
how so much has passed
Ghost of the fallen: PrologueThe year is 2017,russia and america have bene at war with each other for 3 years now.A russian spetnaz squad assaulted a civilian mall ,killing over 400 people inside it.Then detonated a cluster bomb in the process.The us declared war on the russian federation the next day sending in over one hundred fifty thousand active combat units into russian providence's and countries allied with russia.Ghost of the fallen: Prologue2 years ago in Settings More Like This
After two years of bloodshed and conflicts the truth was brought to light.The Russian federation asked the united states if they could send a KGB opertive into a suspects estate in a five star hotel in Dubai.The united states agreed and gave russian 48 hours to find the evidence.A russian KGB operative known as "Sound" went into the suspects estate and found the truth,and brought it into the light, unfortunately giving his life soon after.The evidence was clear,what the united states and the russian federation uncovered shocked both them and their allied states. A man named Joseph marshal attacke
Are You Missing"Are you missingAre You Missing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-as she watched
with her hands
on the frozen
-as he sat quietly,
Don't Drink the Water"And here we have the level 5 tech weapons armory," explained the monotoned Galvin tour guide showing Kevin, Gwen, and Ben through one of the Plumber recruit training centers. Or at least he was supposed to be.Don't Drink the Water3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gwen suddenly turned around looking concern. She had noticed that there had been no wise cracking, complaining, or boasting for the last few minutes. "Where is Ben...?" She said obviously annoyed. "Bathroom?" Kevin said more concerned about the weapons cache and checking out Gwen's behind then he was in tracking Ben.
"You aren't sure are you..." she said glaring at Kevin. "Um...no..." Kevin responded guiltily. The galvin jumped up on Kevin's shoulder. "If I might interject, I think we may have lost the wielder of the Ultimatrix somewhere around Automated Dehydrated Consumables Dispenser," their guide droned on. "The what?" Kevin asked confused. "I think he means the mess hall," Gwen said face palming. The three quickly made their way back to the mess hall.
As they entered, they
rawtake backraw6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your pretty love
until my lips bloom
scrape me raw
this itch until
i really want to...i allowed the word to curli really want to...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the ceiling of my mouth.
cradling the absence of a
storm that never came
roosting over rafters of a
note stretched far too long.
seeping through my teeth and
pulling moisture from the rain.
Moon StruckGalileo examined the stars at night,Moon Struck3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he used his telescope. What a sight!
His priest refused to look. Alert to heresy,
he was terrified of what he might see.
ImpulseI stood impassively besideImpulse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the open grave, as though
I had forgotten who had died,
my face blank as a headstone
that has yet to be inscribed.
There was no more you, nor would
there ever be. Unlooked for solitude
was burying me, unseasonal snow
entombed the pleasure garden
we had planted and shared.
I held the unseemly impulse in check,
that might have thrown my body
to the bottom of the pit where
your corpse was lying neatly boxed.
Instead I dropped in my watch,
useless now that time had stopped.
The Presidents: Ronald ReaganThe Presidents: Ronald Reagan2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
Ronald Wilson Reagan would start and leave his presidency incredibly popular. He would become known as the "Great Communicator" with the American people, largely due to his years as an actor. He was the oldest man to ever be elected and he would have one of the most revolutionary presidencies in history. Reagan was born in 1911 in Tampico, Illinois and lived through his early years in a family of modest means. When he was a teenager, he first got interested in politics. President Calvin Coolidge was in the White House and his economic policies of cutting taxes and reducing government spending inspired Reagan. Nevertheless, after graduating from Eureka College in 1932, he voted for Democrat Franklin Roosevelt. He worked as a radio sports announcer before being offered a contract from Warner Brothers in 1940. In the 1950s, Reagan worked for the Sunday television show "General Electric Theater" and eventually entered politics. He married Nancy Davis whil
After FebuaryYou and I have knownAfter Febuary7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pain of love
in its inclement season;
when fear and wrath
blot out the sun
of charity and reason;
Now you approach me
at the years rebirth;
your touch unfreezes
In this fresh watered earth
what promise of fecundity;
In warmer air
what blossoming, what mirth
UndoingsWhen your mouth moves I rememberUndoings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what it felt like as I rushed to flip a page
and sliced my hand on the edge of words.
Every syllable you murmur in my ear stings
I am four again. I will not breathe
until you untangle me slowly
from you, from your own undoings
that have become the paper wrappings
around the bird-cage of my heart.
Birthday The notion before has no meaning here.Birthday6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time was not a possibility before. The lecturer
pronounced the words with great conviction.
Among his listeners he could sense perplexity.
He had called it a singularity, that moment
when the earliest seconds began to stretch
and curl through the cosmic speck that was
the universe becoming, the universe in its throes
of birth. He laboured to explain. This moment
brought time into existence. (One or two
wondered: was this cosmic bang a fading echo
of that initial, eternally unspoken Word?)
Each one of us gathered in this lecture room
could be considered as a tiny, separate world.
All these worlds began with a singular moment,
lost now to us, and long forgotten. I refer to
that cataclysmic moment, in which each one of us
experienced our particular, unique big bang,
wakefor a longwake5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is no one
Things I can't do at Hogwarts120 Things I am Not Allowed to do at HogwartsThings I can't do at Hogwarts5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Compiled by PsychoDemonFox
1. Calvinball rules are not to be applied to Quidditch.
2. Professor Snape does not like anyone cutting, styling or even touching his hair.
3. I will not set off Dung Bombs in Professor Umbridgess office.
4. Nor will I release Bludgers in her office.
5. I will not sing the Manah Manah song.
6. Nor will I sing the Banana Phone song.
7. And I will especially not sing the Time Warp song either.
9. I will not sing during class.
10. Or in the halls.
11. On in the common rooms.
12. I will not sing, period.
13. I am not to mock the teachers.
14. Especially when their backs are not turned.
15. I will stop drawing rude pictures of the teachers.
16. I will not ask for Dragon meat at mealtimes.
17. Nor will I ask for Soylent Green.
18. Wizards chess is not to be reenacted live.
19. There is no such thing as Pokemon.
20. Or Digimon.
21. I will refrain from asking Harry Potter ho
Beneath The Black WillowsBeneath The Black Willows2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.
Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.
Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.
2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easyWarning: Some girl to... something else TF. Expansion, inflation, etc. If that's not your cup of tea, please move along.2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easy3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bucket led five very frightened girls out of the inventing room. After the "indicents" that befell Becca, Nicole, and Paula, only Amy, Tina, Erin and the twins Sara & Kara remained. Despite the calming chemical cocktail the ladies were inhaling, the fear was palpable. Bucket's assurances notwithstanding, each girl secretly feared that she would be the next to be transformed into some sort of human/fruit/confection hybrid.
Bucket led them down a long hallway, and when they reached the end, they were again looking at the chocolate river. A dock ran from the hall's end at least twenty feet into the current, which appeared to be moving quite a bit faster than when the girls first saw it lazily flow through the Chocolate Room. The river was flowing down what look
Wevbn2000 Commission number 2"Move," the woman with the brown curls commanded irritably. Surprised, the elderly woman in front of her turned and blinked from behind her thick glasses.Wevbn2000 Commission number 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm sorry, young lady, these old bones can't move any faster."
"Then at least get out of the way," the woman scoffed, pushing past the old lady and stalking toward her seat.
Peggy frowned and checked the roster. Sue van Howler. Cripes. Everyone had heard of Sue van Howler; debutante, spoiled rich girl, all around horrible person who bullied everyone in her way, just because daddy gave her an allowance that was easily half the worth of a small country. To Peggy's shock, she realized that nobody was sitting near van Howler… probably because she'd gone and bought an entire row of seats, just to ensure that she didn't have to sit next to anyone.
"I don't know what kind of airline this is, anyway?" Sue van Howler complained loudly to no one in particular. "I mean, what kind of airplane doesn't have fi
Traditional Love PoemIts the languageTraditional Love Poem6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of another age
I hear myself speaking:
Dost not thou hold
my heart dear?
In the bustle
in the mornings hustle
what can I be seeking?
Dost not thou hold
my heart dear?
In my bones marrow
tumorous despairing grows.
I feel my world breaking.
Dost not thou hold
my heart dear?
Eyes1Eyes5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You are my mystery,
I cant tell you what I see
when you gaze at me.
Im lost in our dialogue,
lapped by our wordlessness.
Eyes speak quietly,
yet to be explored.
Desire like electricity,
Lightning flash between our eyes
These empty eyes
have seen too much. Once they smiled,
dancing, full of life.
Now they stare from blank faces
white as kabuki make-up.
The destructive trance
of war has stunned them, their youth
has been stolen away.
These eyes, still living, able
only to see shades and death.
Sticks And StonesNothing sticks, and stones are frequentlySticks And Stones6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dislodged by stumbling feet. They tumble randomly
down the steep slopes of forgetfulness.
Little here is what it seems.
all memory of setting out, with ambitions mapped,
with routes and schemes, has long since faded.
In flashes of lucidity he thinks he can remember a compass,
he believes that once he had been able to navigate by the stars.
That was all before he turned his back on direction,
tacitly admitting he had lost his way. He still sleeps by day,
but only to escape the glare of the present, tense
with threats and dangers he no longer understands.
By night his progress is erratic, bearing no resemblance
to all his long forgotten plans of conquest. He meanders
through the moon-scorched hours. Angry dreams
waylay him, unforgiving voices rant. In place of silence
he fills the night with the tat
InsaneTwisted the Mind.Insane11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distorted thoughts in me.
Changed I am now.
Multiply the personalities.
Crazy is the word.
Sane I am not.
Lost is my mind.
Scare you I will.
More of me?
Maybe just less of you.
Tormented in my own head.
You cannot realize,