ConfessionFather. I fear I have sinned.Confession2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My child, what have you done?
I couldn't help myself. It was so beautiful. I had to feel it break beneath my fingers; its blood slick my hands, my tongue, my throat. I had to have it in my mouth. I tore at it with my teeth, peeling the skin from the bone. Like jewels, its life dripped from my tears and my scratches. They welled and slithered and dropped. Incandescent beneath the harsh light of where I had caught it. Such a beautiful creature now withered in my hands . and Father?
You want to know the most delusional part of it?
At that moment my vision became clear. Light shown down upon me. Did I see an angel Father? Did I serve our lord by destroying such a beautiful thing?
No, my child.
Lake Opus IIThe music's soft as the Veil unfurling...Lake Opus II5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they speak in whispers
as the moon rise through
the soft branch whistles
like the boys at pew
they speak of all the tiny things
the bugs bed far below
that live within the kindling
and flee its terrible glow
the river shouts obscenity
the deers pass fast, unheard
as lovers lay beneath the tree
they seldom say a word
and prose within their tangling
like wind within their breath
will grow with intermingling
until they pass to death
The water's lapping
the popping's stopped,
the fire's out
the waves continue
Plop! Pip! Pebbles,
down by the feet of the gaunt gate keeper
salmon swim, ahead, along
as lovers sit and know the reaper
they sing and sway, a silent song
Await, await, a brand new dawn
His hat is crooked
the words are tumbled
Pass and go,
a smile shows
His teeth are planks
yellowed and worn
and even tho
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28~~~~Big day~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 283 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D was sleeping soundly in his room when he suddenly felt a shaking on his shoulder. "Uhn?" What was that? WHO was that?! "Wot?...'o?" He didn't open his eyes. "...Stop shakin' me!" A giggle sounded and the shaking stopped. Noodle. "Noodle-luv...wot're ya doin' in meh room?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. The young guitarist smiled. "It's big day today, 2D-kun!" She started to pull him up from the bed. "You must get ready!" 2D blinked several times, trying to make up fast enough. "Wot?!" Was it really the day to get married?! A giant smile showed on his face. "Woo!" He sat up straight, ignoring the small pain from the still healing gash in his stomach. Noodle jumped back in surprise.
"2D-kun. I help you with outfit, yes?" The singer smiled and nodded. "Yeah...sure ya can , Noods." He got up of
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 18How long had it been? Three months? Three, almost four months since 2D left Kong studios. The whole place wasn't the same at all without the blue haired singer. He was a part of the place. He was a part of the band. He was a big part of their FAMILY. None of the band members had the feeling to do anything. Noodle had spent the most of her time by looking out through the window like a puppy that waited for its owner to come home and play with it. She had waited like crazy for several hours every day for the singer to come back. Sometimes when she wasn't looking through the window every fifth minute she used to walk into the singer room and lay down on his bed. She used to fall asleep there and later the drummer had to come and pick her up and carry her back to her own room. Russel felt horrible to see the poor girl suffer like that. He had tried his best to make Noodle feel better. He always used to walk up to her and ask her how she felt and suggested different things they could do togMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 11~~~~~1 week later~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Whoa, D! That's a lot of food." Russel gawked at the table covered in breakfast food. The singer, blowing on his pancakes, looked up at the drummer. "Oh, ello." Russel walked over to the table and sat down. "Yo, you're eatin' quite a bit of food, this mornin'." 2D blinked at him and looked down at his plate. "Well...I-Um...OH! Hi, Muds!" The bluenette waved at the bassist walking into the kitchen. "Hey..'D." He lazily waved back, heading for the fridge, then looked over at the table. "Holy bollocks! Ya think ya got enough food there, mate?" 2D frowned. "It isn' dat much food." Murdoc scoffed. "Russel doesn't even eat that much, 2D." Hurt showed on the singer's face. "Yer callin' meh fat, den?" Murdoc's smile faded. "Wait, no! Yer as skinny as a twig!" The singer pushes away his plate and got up from his chair, only to be pushed back down by Murdoc. "Jus' eat..." Russel shook his head and grabbed a bag of chips, heading back to his room. Looking to make
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20I decided to stop dilly-dallying and get right to the birthMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 204 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~The big day~~~~
It's been nearly a whole month since the last ultrasound, and 2D was tired of the being inside of him. He was so tired of the kicking as well as the cramps he got FROM the kicking. As he sat on the couch in the Winne, his mind began to roam again. The diaper changing, the child bathing, teaching her manners. "Ugh!" He just wasn't ready. His eyes focused on the clock on the wall, his mind still racing. "Everybody's here wif me...got no camera to see...don' fink 'm all in dis world...da camera won'--" He cut himself off with a yawn. His attention turned to the door as it swung open and the bassist stepped in with a plastic bag. "Oh, 'ey Muds." The bassist smiled and handed the singer the bag. "I jus' went to Taco Bell." Digging into the bag, 2D quickly unwrapped a taco and bit into it. "Mmm. Fanks Muh-doc!"
Beautiful and UglyI have an affinity for beautiful things.Beautiful and Ugly5 years ago in Other More Like This
(A delicate filigree necklace that used to belong to your grandmother)
And ugly things.
(The school across town that looks like a prison)
And finding beautiful in the ugly.
(The filthy alley full of ragged grafitti screaming love)
And finding ugly in the beautiful.
(The gorgeous-as-summer girl who has so many regrets and lies and secrets.
She never smiles.)
And everything in between.
(The boy who looks so beat down, it hurts.
But when he sings, it's so joyful, it's achingly breaking.)
And then, there's just the... normal.
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32Artist's comment: I can't believe I couldn't think of ANYTHING good. I literally spent 2 weeks restarting this over and over. And still nothing good came out of it. Fuck...I'm so sorry...There will be things that I look forward to writing out...but it'll take some time to get to them...I'm filling in the boring stuff as much as I can. Forgive me. :CMurdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 323 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wot the fuck happened?" A distant, muffled voice asked. Murdoc's voice. "Well...we DID get along for the first few minutes...and then...it turned rotten real fast. David--" Rachel's voice was cut off quickly. "Oh! It's always David! If he's got a problem wit' me, then me and him'll talk it out! He needs to leave Stuart out of it!" The bassist was getting angry. "I know..." A quiet growl. "Where the fuck is he, anyway?" There was a pause. "At work. Stuart's in here."
A door opened and light blin
I thirst for flamesMy dreamsI thirst for flames4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer quench my thirst.
Of my mind slowly tear away.
I long for you,
What's more, I long to feel alive.
No longer keep me sane.
So very pointless.
I love you, but you don't know me.
Do I even know you?
Are my life-force
My candle in this obsidian night,
Yet they are not enough.
I long to blaze!
I long to feel liquid fire
Scorch the parched riverbeds of my body.
I long for passion!
To awaken my soul,
To bring life into these lifeless limp limbs.
I long to be a hellish inferno of emotions,
Feelings burning away this dead husk
To reveal that which hides underneath.
I long for Pain!
That the pain of love would consume me,
For that alone gives my life any meaning.
Give me grief, however short-lived.
Let me quench my thirst
With your sweet lips.
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
SexualityWhy is it that it's okay for a man and a woman a boy and a girl to kiss in public, or two women to lock lips onstage, where if it were two men, it just wouldn't be accepted? Don't say it's not true, because it is. It's okay for Madonna and Britney or Madonna and Christina or Kylie and Ana Matronic to kiss onstage, but when Adam Lambert kisses his guitarist, it's unacceptable. It's an abomination. "What if our children saw that?" "Oh, we're so sorry, overly-concerned extreme Christian American. We'll fine the network and scold Mr Lambert, even if it was after the watershed. Meanwhile, treat your undoubtedly emotionally scarred children to a game of Call Of Duty or Grand Theft Auto. We'll make sure all of our guests suppress themselves from now on."Sexuality4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's pathetic. Let people express themselves. You need to let your children to grow up to be tolerant and strong, not
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25Artist Comment: Urgh...Stupid computer is stupid...Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 253 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D awoke from the sound of Lucinda whimper. "Hm? Wot? Wot's wrong?" His voice came out raspy and hard to understand.
He looked down at the infant and smiled softly. "Ya 'ungry?" Lucinda didn't answer, but she did thrash her arms about, requesting something. 2D sighed and sat up, wincing from the newly opened wound. "Ow...Okay 'old on, little luv." The singer picked up the child and delicately lifted her head up to his right nipple. "Go on..."
She looked at it and then up to 2D's face, moving her mouth onto the bare nipple. Small suckling sounds were made as she heartily drank, her eyes closing. Her hunger pains disappeared quickly as she got a good amount of breast milk. "Mhaah." Lucinda pulled away and started whining quickly. 2D grimaced. "Now now, Jus' wait a minute.." He picked her up and burped her, making the whining stop.
Whale SongI found their remnants, drowned and buriedWhale Song7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
below warm waters and swaying wrecks,
hiding beneath centuries of sand,
their large, starched bones watery tombs.
They were scattered; our hands discarded
their dead in pieces,
the hunt for a loved one
impossible among the spinal columns
of diasporal sorrow.
I could feel their presence,
a large and looming shadow
at the corner of my eye,
accusing my flesh of brutality and
a sadness long forgotten by man.
I found their young there,
the kidnapped ones, slaughtered,
their cries trapped in fine needle bones
that sweep this ocean's floor.
Their songs adrift on currents
in search of a deep shadow
to call home
or a fountain of love
spewed to the trade winds.
Mothers, tasting the blood of their young,
frenzied inconsolable in sonar grief,
love song in throat,
echoed themselves off every surface.
They flung themselves, heaven bent
and hung themselves on our boats,
sacrificed on beaches of men.
I can still hear them calling,
mourning the young, the old,
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Be My Muse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything will mean..
so, so much more to them than it will
Never let a poet love you back.
They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),
that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a picture
And you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflection
in their eyes.
negative spacethere are bruises on my skinnegative space3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like fairy dust, (i wish i could
it’s late and
night creatures are crawling between
anticipated gestures. my hands are
shaking but I am not scared. I am
an earthquake dressed in moonlight, I
am a natural disaster, I am an
is static and I can’t decipher my own
thoughts, he is
in my throat, crackling like a fire.
every word crumbles before it stands tall. he
is the future come back
hide and seek.when we played hide-and-seek,hide and seek.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was always too good at hiding
so one by one, they'd all eventually give up
until you were the last one looking everywhere,
determined to find me,
and you did.
one day i slipped into the woods
and you knew i was in there,
but you didn't dare follow me
because you were afraid of getting lost
so there i was, disappearing deeper and deeper into the shadows of the trees
and the moment i knew no one would ever come
was the moment i realized i didn't know my way out of the woods.
Alone in a Crowdwalking in a crowd,Alone in a Crowd5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
why do I feel so alone?
like I'm the only one here,
the only one who's real
I feel I'm walking though a field
of clay sculptures
premade porcelain dolls
kens and barbie dolls all,
is that all teenagers are?
for the person they will become?
not yet arrived
not yet realized
we wander unmolded
blank pages desperately trying
to fill in the emptiness
we are all walking mirrors
capturing the reflection of a shadow
claiming that form as our own
an army of shapeshifters
who can't make up their minds
Tomorrow i won't remember youT o d a yTomorrow i won't remember you5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ripped a page out of a magazine in the waiting room
Just because I could
And to be frank
I had been waiting too long.
I deserve a souvenir
And the girl in the magazine
reminded me of
T o d a y
felt like it
And I don't really
give a fuck
Of lung cancer
Because at least I won't have to miss you so much.
T o d a y
I bought flowers
and gave them to
Because I felt sad
In their smiles I saw your happiness
And I wondered
do you even smile anymore?
T o d a y
I wondered aloud on a crowded bus
How you were doing that day
I got stares
didn't really care
and i wondered aloud
if they even realized that i wasn't cra
Through my EyesI know that life seems full of struggles,Through my Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
people and things pulling and pushing against you,
full of opportunities missed, given up or taken
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,
then you would know, what an amazing person you are
When you look in the mirror and see imperfections,
I see beauty
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen
When you feel like you have failed,
I see strength
someone who continually gets back up and keeps trying
When you feel like you have made the wrong choice
I see determination
a person that keeps going no matter what your world offers
When you feel like you are weak
I see compassion
someone with a gentle soul that cares about everyone
When you are feeling unsure,
I see wisdom
someone who is smart and can accomplish anything you set your mind to
When you feel you are alone
I see me
by your side, following whatever path you choose
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,
Because then you will know how much I believe in yo
IgnoredI never noticedIgnored4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This mutual feeling
Of unrealized hatred
As you start ignoring me
More and more
I can't deal with this
You're supposed to be there
For me when I need it
Yet, you shove me aside
Like I'm not here anymore
Like i've let you down
Now you ignore me
I can't stand it
I'm heading closer and closer
I can't control it anymore
This overwhelming depression
Thanks, for not being there
When i needed you the most...
the impossible language of iceis it seriousthe impossible language of ice9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
do people like words
on the inside of their fridge
are they happy, or am I happy
no, no this is ridiculous
though a relationship
with a fridge door
with incorrect spelling
of words upon it
and one without
i fear will not change
the position of happiness
and yet makes one yield
to a magnificent beast
that leaves me to grow
the ingredients of soup
though it sounds like the
impossible language of ice
day twoi.day two3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
a smell like acid, microchemical sludge
irresponsible absence of vinyl gloves.
no locker no gym bag no
plenty of friends.
drowned man's hands,
straight from davy jones' locker;
corpse-white or corpse-blue
the slow rotation of hemoglobin,
it took years and years and years
to get where i am.
i had a destination, but i didn't have a roadmap.
that's no moon, that's
planets and weapons and satellite airplanes,
spinning and turning
ellipses around my head,
newtonian elegance and einsteinian thrill
watch as i label you, dub thee knight
careful slowdance of internal respiration and
speak softly and carry a big flashlight.
third-of-a-meter-long and dangerous,
great for camping and playpretend bludgeoning.
it is nearly as elegant as a firearm.
she took my things and put them on my bed.
i stepped right in and threw them off again
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work:
something you’ve never
had to experience
Yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
And you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of black
will blend together,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
And as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.