Wiccan Rede - Long versionBide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.Wiccan Rede - Long version8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give.
For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme.
Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
let love and light be our guides again.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,
and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest.
Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast
No One Needs To KnowThere's a thousand and one things I do that concern you.No One Needs To Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one needs to know, or care, but here are just a few.
How I'll wear just my jersey, the one with
your name on the back, to bed with me. Just so
that I can have a little piece of you holding me
as I fall asleep.
The way I'll smile when no one's looking because
your face is on my mind, and your name on my lips.
The way I'll reread our conversations of a hundred
"I love you"s.
The way I'll whisper "Goodnight, my love"
to no one but my bedroom walls.
How there's always more room and an extra pillow
in my bed, just for you.
The way I'll look at pictures of women, stomachs swollen
with another life just inside, and break into tears, wishing
it was me carrying your baby.
The daydreams I produce, all including you. Our wedding
day - you in a tux. Our first kiss, shared in the airport.
Making love in our bed. Our children's smiling faces.
How I want to lose my virginity to you. Have you be my
first, and my onl
The Simple ThingsIts all about the simple things, reallyThe Simple Things7 years ago in Open More Like This
Thats how its always been before
Who needs anything complicated for happiness?
When simplicity brings so much more
I want a home in which to sleep and stay
Something with a roof would be neat
And so that I could stay alive for a bit,
It would be nice to have food to eat
As for the other things, I only need a couple
I need my books, of course, and music, too
And an endless supply of paper and pens
Then Ill never run out of fun things to do
The key ingredient, though, is friends
And everything that friendship brings
Who could ever need more than that?
Happiness comes in the simplest things.
Of Holidays Pastof holidays pastOf Holidays Past4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a blur of impatience
are my memories.
I browse and graze
the delicacies of my thoughts,
filaments of days gone by.
tasty morsels of scents
forever seared into synapse
warm cinnamon apple pie.
my grandmothers prophetic whisper
haunts, "Cherish the quickly passing moment."
rooms filled with familiar voices
joy filled songs playing in the background
boisterous drunken shouts.
I hear a baby's gurgling laughter
as he is passed from one to another
dancing blue-green eyes like the sea.
time continues to covet
the flavor of new memories;
remembrances are woven and spun.
one day soon, I will whisper
the prophesies, and
a tree house for dreamers.today we poured the wrong color stain across the deck anda tree house for dreamers.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it fell through the cracks and hit the roots below
and we're chain smoking something or other and
fuck the real world we'll make our own.
it's so peculiar when we kiss
because i can hear the sea crashing against the trunk
of our house
i think i love you
and living in a tree has its perks and
i feel safer up here than down in the city underneath us
looks like everyone's walking in a gloomy
grave and we're the only people that get to sleep
in the light of the moon.
if i could draw you a picture it'd
be the smell of my skin spattered on a wall
of fresh oak.
how fitting that we're in a house of bricks all the
way close to heaven and the wind isn't strong enough
to tease its way through the cracks (fortunately)
but every night your fingers slip
into my ribs and we're okay in the morning, i guess.
sometimes i miss you when you're just in the other room.
sometimes i don't. i guess the days are easier to
sit through with a mil
JoBeth Tying Up Loose Ends Pt1JoBeth Casey: Story 01 Tying up loose ends - (September 1994) - PART 1JoBeth Tying Up Loose Ends Pt17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*WARNINGS: This story IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This story will eventually contain BONDAGE, a sexual situation, and will involve a suggestive bit of girl/girl fun...*
The punk rock music floated to her ears loudly from the CD player clipped to her belt as JoBeth Casey slipped through the gate of the mansion that shes nearly burned down the night before. The afternoon sun was setting quickly off in the west, casting wide shadows over the now empty yard as a cool breeze tickled her fishnet stocking-covered legs.
When shed made it back home from the insane night before, the perky brunette didnt have the time to change out of her outfit before realizing that in all of the madness of those insane scientists, the monsters, zombies and that weird bald guy with all the guns, her favorite teddy bear backpack had been lost in the fray. The backpack c
Love-Hate RomanceSometimes, I can't help it.Love-Hate Romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to hold you,
To feel your warmth as
I press you tightly against
My skin, unable to drink all
Of you in, but still trying.
Sometimes, I can't stop it.
I want to push you, to feel
Your warmth fade while
I keep you at a distance,
My mind screaming about
Everything between us.
I want to hold you near,
To feel your happiness and
Make it my own.
I want to keep you far,
To take my pain,
And make it all yours.
I'm torn. I can't be the one
Man you want me to be.
I'm too fragmented.
You see two sides of me,
The brother and the warrior,
But there are so many more.
You love the brother, my
Kindness and gentility giving
You that safe harbor you need.
You hate the warrior, my
Anger, hatred; my armor
Always cold to your touch.
Still, there are others,
Other ones you haven't met.
Other ones you'll never meet.
The poet, a wordsmith in love
With his rhythm and rhyme.
The cynic, a bitter old fool,
Unwilling to go forth and see.
The romantic, a sweet man
Who wishes your
Autumn LeavesAutumn LeavesAutumn Leaves7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn leaves brush against my face,
The wind whispers words of Old.
I listen to its song,
Learning the lessons of years long past
Autumn leaves falling to the ground.
Leaving streaks of Fire in the Sky.
I watch them dance on streams of air,
Drifting like playful memories.
Autumn leaves spread throughout the forest.
Covering the ground in a loving embrace.
I lay there, on the forest floor,
Feeling the love of Mother Nature.
Autumn leaves floating through the Air,
The Autumn season has truly begun.
I sit here, filled with joy,
Breathing in the fiery colors of Nature.
Autumn leaves all around,
Reflecting the beauty of Life,
A smile lights up my face;
Autumn is finally here.
LoK: Twas the Night Before Winter SolsticeA Visit From St. VarrickLoK: Twas the Night Before Winter Solstice2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Twas the night before Solstice, and throughout the whole city
Not an Equalist stirred—it was really a pity
For Korra was bored from all the inaction
She’d been missing her fights with the civil rights faction.
But the airbender kids were all snug in their beds,
While visions of Solstice gifts danced in their heads.
And with Pema asleep, and Tenzin in meditation,
There seemed to be nothing worth Korra’s anticipation.
But then from the sky there was heard a great bang,
That seemed to come out o’er the statue of Aang.
Korra scanned up above for the source of the sound,
And hoped to see fighter planes flying around.
Korra saw the full moon, the big shiny ol’ rock,
And wondered what happened to poor Noatak.
When she spotted a man, to whom a girl clinged,
And who shouted out loud “Zhu Li, now! Do the thing!”
As his mechanical wings spread outward so quick,
She knew in a moment it must be Varrick.
More rapid than bison his gli
Desolatewithered leavesDesolate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered on the porch --
wind now reigns this place
Productivitylying in the bed at the end of the dayProductivity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
body's heavy, subtle ache
but what a pleasing pain to taste
that day was not a waste
MoonsweptI can only tend to your ethereal garden,Moonswept5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
since when you pull away, you leave me
more often than not--
and what am I to do
with dreams and mists,
Into The Nightdarkness· I can seeInto The Night4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
speak to me about that butterfly
my eyes may fail to perceive
Sorry doesn't cut it, huh? Drugs, Alcohol, cigarettes,Sorry doesn't cut it, huh?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Id take them all
Wieviele?Wieviele?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wieviele Namen trug ich?
Einen für jedes Licht am Firmament.
Wieviele Leben lebte ich?
Eines für jedes Blatt an Yggdrasils Zweigen.
Wieviele Tode starb ich?
Einen für jede Schuppe an Tiamats Leib.
Wieviele Wege ging ich?
Einen stets den meinen.
TreesTrees4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
SeptemberSeptember's but a whisper,September4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a curl of autumn
on your cheek
or a wanton leaf
in the tawny gold
and the amber scent
succulent and slumbering,
off your skin
and sends my restless senses
Rebirth of the DragonRebirth of the Dragon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The frantic pounding wakes me
Dust from my coffin falls down
Choking me tell all breath
Is a struggle to escape me
Clawing at the lid above me
Tearing away the protective padding
Breaking through the splintering wood
My heart starts to race a bit
Who is waking me from my sleep
Ripping me from he nightmare
That wrapped like a blanket
Around the torn fabric of my mind
Do I have the strength in me
To start this life once again
Her smile shines a blinding light
My decaying putrid flesh
Soaks up her healing rays
The sunken hollowed out eyes
Blink tears of new found life
A cold ripped up broken heart
Beats a single name repeatedly
The name I've always belonged to
She is the cure to my disease
The yellow sun to my dark night
Her love gives me strength
My body suddenly erupts
Leaving behind yesterdays struggle
Behind my love I reemerge
Claws and fangs of my dragon
Icy blue eyes filled with passion
Silky soft hair flowing in the wind
Pale milky skin of an Irishman
The cape once again hugging me
my maskmy mask4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sometimes my mask breaks
my mask that always smiles
through the cracks... tears flow
trilobite.look:trilobite.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't ask me to prove to you that evolution is real,
because i lost the notebook with the proof written
out in pen. i could try to sum it up for you anyway,
about how i didn't used to love you and then one day
i did and how whales used to have legs.
also i was once a flower or a seven year old
and my hands didn't know how to hold yours
or how to draw sunsets and make sandcastles.
evolution was you one year ago saying i was perfect,
that i should never change myself for anyone.
now you say that you are trying to fix me,
which means that perfect things could always
be trying harder. and that's evolution.
i'm tired of my hair that keeps growing longer
and my veins that keep shifting beneath the surface
of my skin, writing love letters to you in cursive.
they say my writing never evolves,
so i write a poem for you about love
and learning to walk on two legs
and title it "trilobite."
they say with my heavy bones my body will never
get off the ground, but that doesn't mean
a poem for terrible people.i want to write a poem about primrosesa poem for terrible people.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and how i am not a terrible person.
i am disordered but not disorderly. i am broken up.
i think nice thoughts like "streetlight" and "linens,"
and is there an instruction guide on happiness?
i could write one for you.
step one, paint your eyes cobalt blue.
step two, hang fireworks from coat hangers.
step three, turn into a dandelion. blow away.
my heart tries to escape from my throat.
okay, i am guilty in ways that you cannot tell anyone,
ever, not even imaginary best friends.
or real ones.
freud says i am an iceberg, but i don't know
if he means i am full of repressed thought
or just a frigid bitch who will cut you open.
step four, there is no step four.
if i am an iceberg, i desperately need someone
to warm me in the palms of their hands.
no one ever will though, because i sink ships
and tear people apart.
once there was a girl who told people
that she was not terrible, but the primroses
in her garden would never bloom
as if th