"The Fall""The Fall"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are falling from the top of a thousand storey building.
The girl to my left dreams of flying.
The guy in front can only feel the wind in his face.
I mostly contemplate the concrete below.
We get distracted by the occasional passage of birds.
On the horizon clouds gather in marvelous shapes. I smile and tell them about it. They look and smile back at me.
Abruptly the horizon disappears.
The concrete is soft and welcomes us.
And nature celebrates our Fall.
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
"Solitude""Solitude"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
BlindnessBlindness2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The images in my head have always been overwhelming,
eclipsing or completely drowning the reality
that lays before my eyes.
am I to see?
"Eros""Eros"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry trees have blossomed but there is no one here to rejoice in their red perfume.
It's winter again.
"Queen - One Vision""Queen - One Vision"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going slightly mad...
I can hear music -
The prophet's song?
Don't stop me now,
I want it all:
Somebody to love,
A kind of magic,
Fight from the inside
Pain is so close to pleasure
Life is real
Now I'm here
I want to break free
Tear it up.
These are the days of our lives,
Who wants to live forever
Was it all worth it?
Dead on time.
"Mechanics""Mechanics"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds think that their movement in the sky is a result of their will to move.
We are all oblivious to invisible winds.
Worms and Massage ChairsA few months ago I had some time off work, and a friend of mine suggested I visit 32314. I spent the following 3 weeks there, which proved to be a very interesting experience.Worms and Massage Chairs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere between the bridge house and the hotel, a child leaped upon my back and started pummeling my shoulders violently. Fearing for my life and wallet, I tossed the parasite against a wall, much to the disgust of the passers-by. The child then flared his teeth in a way which my translator interpreted as "biscuits", though I'm sure he meant something more profane. Needless to say, it wasn't the best start to a holiday.
Upon entering the hotel I was greeted by another of the large worms, who extended a tendril in some sort of gestural greeting. He kept his tendril extended for quite some time, after which I realized I was probably meant to reciprocate the gesture, so I stuck my hand out too. He then grasped my wrist and started caressing my hand with his tendrils for another extended period of time, after which
Die dinosaurs dieDie dinosaurs die3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Dinosaurs ruled the earth for a period of 134 million years. They appeared in the Triassic, but their pseudosuchian cousins, as well as the remaining therapsids, were the dominant animals across the planet. Dinosaurs did expand into large herbivore niches in the form of sauropodomorphs, but only in the Jurassic did they became the dominant fauna, as their competitors were decimated. Thus, we can outright disprove the notion that dinosaurs were special above all other animal clades, that they too were lucky underdogs rather than a superior race.
Most shockingly, however, is that their reign was not as secure as previously thought. No matter how much we worship dinosaurs, the fact is that, by the late Cretaceous, most of their original diversity was lost. Ornithopods, while represented as the widely successful hadrosaurs, were otherwise represented by thescelosaurid relics and one or two iguanodontish clades, also with only localised success. Sauropods were cosmopolitian, but only the sp
The Great DyingThe Great Dying3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun rose lazily, warming up the land after a freezing night. The dried landscape acquiring a pinkish hue, the scorched soil reflecting dawn. Another day begins in this once lush land that is now gradually covered in dust, as if cursed by an unknown force above it all.
For the mighty black predator, self-declared ruler of this kingdom, it's time to wake up once more. Day and night pass by mechanically, his behaviour following accordingly. This one beast never witnessed the years of abundance, since by the time he was born, as blind and passive as the soil he now steps on, famine and heat were already taking place around him. He never had the chance to feast upon the flesh of the living rocks that wallowed in the slow waters and fed on the greenery; those had already perished or moved away. The degenerate king had to sustain himself on the scraps of others, or run after the little burrowers that barely made up for a meal.
If he had to compete with his brethren for the right to inhabi
A Fish in The NoseMy dear friends, as you know, I've been to Mars on business and onlyA Fish in The Nose3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
recently I've returned from my stay. By now you've probably received several
letters detailing my experiences, so I won't trouble you with redundancy
by retelling these stories. The ship I took home took six and a half weeks to
traverse the void, during which time I made several acquaintances. None were so
interesting as a man who never told me his name, as he was troubled by a most
logical paranoia. I kept a record of our conversations, as the tale he told me truly
"Before I begin, I shall warn you that what I say is to be trusted.
This is no mere campfire story. I am a respected scientist in my field, which I
shall not reveal to you due to my current situation. A man is looking for me, if
you could call him a man. Beware those who breathe deeply and stare with
empty eyes. That is the best advice anyone could give. A few months ago I was
part of a team exploring Arsia Mons, we were told there were seve
"my Night""my Night"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make constructs
draining the light
of an eccentric candle
but suddenly the night moves
into an impossible morning
and dreams dissolve in the wake
of an atomic sun
Luciferian identity and syncretismLuciferian identity and syncretism3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Although reviled by christians, in Christianity's context, "Lucifer" does not exist. An identity known as "Ha-Satan" is known in judeo-christian lore and the Bible, sure, but at no point is it ever connected with Lucifer.
In the context of the Bible, "Lucifer" is a title. It means "light bearer" (from the latin lux/lucem, light, and ferre, "to bear, to carry, to wield"), and it is a translation of "helel", "brightness". It is consistently applied to Venus, the Morning Star, whose as Eosphorus, the "dawn bringer", is of enormous relevance. Indeed, Venus receives more attention as a vessel of light than the Sun itself.
Ironically, "Lucifer" is applied often to Jesus (specially in later parts of the New Testament) in his role as a symbol of Venus. The idea that Lucifer is an epiphet of Satan only occured due to a single part of the Old Testament, Isaiah 14. Here, we have the narrot insulting "Lucifer", claiming him/it to be the son of morning and of sawn, cast
The Peacock AngelAccording to the Yazidi, God is much like Khaos from Greek Mythology. Creation was his work, but he does not preside over it. Instead, seven great beings (the term used to define them is usually translated as "angel/archangel") rule the universe, and the highest of them all is Tawûsê Melek (Melek Taus, also reffered as Shaytan/Shaitan), the Peacock Angel.The Peacock Angel4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The legend goes, God created Melek Taus from his own Ronahî ("illumination"), and the other angels came after. God ordered the Peacock Angel to not bow before other living beings. Then God ordered the other angels to bring him Ax ("dirt") from Erd ("earth"), and from it he build the body of Adam. Then the first human received his life from God's breath, and God ordered the angels to bow before the first man. All did, except for Melek Taus. As God questioned him, the Peacock Angel merely stated that he was ordered to not bow, ence he did not do so. God answered this by praising him and making him the
The Farmer's WindowIn 1965, a highway was being built through Italy, and an abandoned 19th century farmhouse in the path of construction was set to be demolished. The contents of the house were sold at auction, including a manuscript written in Russian and several strange devices. A wealthy Italian man bought these items and had the manuscript translated. The man then attempted to publish the manuscript, after which it and the devices were seized by Interpol, in whose hands they have stayed since. With recent issues over freedom of information, the manuscript has been made accessible to the public.The Farmer's Window3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here lies the manuscript (translated into English for your comfort):
I once considered myself enlightened, but recently I have come to understand exactly how little I or anybody else truly understands. Perhaps I am now enlightened, or perhaps I am simply a child amongst toddlers. Hopefully all will become apparent soon.
My visitations began on a casual night in summer, when I was awoken b
AppalachiaBeyond the Great RiverAppalachia3 years ago in Settings More Like This
During the Late Cretaceous, North America was divided by a vast, inland sea. This created two insular landmasses: Laramidia and Appalachia. Laramidia, having been connected multiple times to Asia (and possibly at least one brief connection with South America), was dominated by the well known laurasian dinosaur groups of the Cretaceous; in fact, the vast majority of the known north american late Cretaceous dinosaurs comes from here.
Appalachia, however, was much different. As a landmass, it was actually much bigger than Laramidia, but its native fauna barely left fossils, perhaps because of the utterly bizarre lack of interest paleontologists have with this area. This, combined with its appearent complete isolation, resulted in a very mysterious, largely unknown native fauna.
We do know that three dinosaur groups were endemic to Appalachia. The first of these groups were nodosaurs, relatively small armoured herbivores, that declined in Lamiridia in the late
Spec PlesiosauriaAN: Plesiosaurs for Spec, if they make through to the final version of the project. I'd personally like to see them replaced by neochoristoderes, but whatever.Spec Plesiosauria3 years ago in Settings More Like This
After dinosaurs, plesiosaurs are perhaps the most iconic of Mesozoic sauropsids. As obvious, while they became extinct in HE, they kept surviving on Spec, but unlike the extremely prevalent dinosaurs, plesiosaurs are reduced to a single clade, a relic of their former reign.
Plesiosaurs evolved in the late Triassic, rendering them the longest lived marine tetrapods. They are the last of a clade known as Sauropterygia, one of the several clades of aquatic reptiles that evolved in the Triassic. Their exact relations in the fossil reccord are not known, although Spec plesiosaur DNA samples seem to suggest a closer relationship to archosaurs. The direct ancestors of the plesiosaurs were the paraphyletic "nothosaurs", sauropterygians that looked rather similar to the choristoderan hyphalosaurs, with long necks and webbed feet. Des
forget me not.i. we were always trying to remember.forget me not.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. we tied strings around our fingers, we replayed the scene. it was forever a blur.
iii. we were the fine print on the prescriptions. we were totally and completely unaware. we blindfolded each other, and walked off docks. we stepped out from the thick, salty air, and into some form of relief. our eyes stung, our lips stung, our heart stung, filled with water, and salt, and heaviness.
iv. it all came in a rush.
v. i was searching. i took a compass and a map and a bottle of wishes and climbed to far far away. searching for what, i don't know, but for something that wasn't you and i, something that wasn't inextricably bound into us, because i want to be alone.
vi. alone is easier.
vii. you and i came in a rush.
viii. i took the road less taken; i didn't go the easy route.
ix. we forgot together.
Ends of Being 1Ends of Being (1)Ends of Being 18 years ago in General More Like This
You call it the Fall.
Mortal literature is filled with references to it; wonderful artists have depicted the moment time and again. Lucifer, seized by Pride, tried to raise his throne to equal Gods. Blinded by his jealousy, he led many angels of power in rebellion against Heaven itself. Loud were the thunderclaps and protestations in the dawn of time, according to your teachings.
Perhaps there was a war across the constellations. I did not exist during the dawn, so I cannot say for certain.
Yet I can say with complete confidence that the Fall was so much more and less. Do not be shocked, as you read this. You have been raised in a world changed by Christianity. Even if you are atheist, agnostic, or follow a different God, the world as we know it bears the mark of Christ. How could you not be shocked, somewhere in your soul?
Enough of Christ though. I have no wish to speak of him. No, I have come to tell you of myself, so that you may understand me.
When I will be youngWhen I will be young, I will always be fascinated by the concept of time travel. I am going to sometimes walk into public places and shout, "It worked, I'm in the past!" and gauge people's reactions, try to suss them out. I will do so because I will want to know if I'm the only one who wants to be able to one day say it with meaning.When I will be young4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The problem is, nobody will be interested. The world I'm going to live in will be a, for lack of a better word, comfortable one. Everything will be safe, there will be no crime, there will be no financial trouble, everything is clean, nobody is sick. People will like that, they won't want to travel through time because that time will be a nice place to be. But I won't like nice things; I guess I'll be quite strange in that respect. I won't like nice things, because the only way you get nice things is by restricting the bad things. But, without a bad, what will be good? There will be no motivation, no movement, people will live their lives surviving, but no
InnocenceIt was a time of love, a time of hate, the era of justice and immorality, the season of both insanity and clarity of mind. Sound familiar, don't it? Me wife used to love Dickens. Read him to me all the time, she did. That Jane what's-her-face woman, too: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a criminal who committed a crime is in want of a good hanging. Ring a bell?Innocence2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, I like me literary allusions. I do, you know. Remind me of sweet Elaine. She was a messy death, but worth it. Oh boy, was she worth it. Crying and begging right up to the end. She had it coming to her, bet your arse she did, mate.
Why am I here anyway? I've already confessed. I'm a doomed son of a gun. Don't I get any last whatchamacallits? Can't I have a coldie, before I go up there and have me neck snapped back? Any beer will do I drink 'em all, so long as it's not that light crap.
Answer me, goddammit! What the bloody hell am I doing here? Kill me already. Inject me with the needle or string me up like
Beauty is meaninglessDay without night: allBeauty is meaningless3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Will burn alive under
Intense, harsh light.
Without bats, the stings
Of a thousand insects will
Pierce your fell skin.
Without insects, you
Will wither as plants crumble;
Fitting a fate.
Cling on to what is
Beautiful, and rightfully
Does Hell wait for you.