BlindnessBlindness3 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?
Darkness, I...Darkness, I...3 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
'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.
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
'Solitude''Solitude'5 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.
A Fish in The NoseMy dear friends, as you know, I've been to Mars on business and onlyA Fish in The Nose4 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
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
'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
'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.
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 Plesiosauria4 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
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 Chairs4 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
'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.
Persephone's HardshipPersephone's Hardship3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Early morning hours
Silent motion in the dark
Shallow rapid breath
When the sunlight comes
A supposed mother, sleeping
Alone and dreamless
A journey to hear
Does not allay fear
Bloody cotton swabs
Limp and barely holding on
A heavy toll paid
Please eat, please drink, please
Love and bitter medicine
Soft blue hair and hope
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
Borderland.Kettle whistling. Voices murmuring. Birds cheeping.Borderland.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I open my eyes.
There's a small spider the size of my thumbnail dancing across the ceiling in all its eight-legged glory. If I move my head to the right, I can see the warm glow of morning light streaming through the air in thin bands, dust motes swirling within the confines of its rays like a vast school of microscopic fish caught in nets made of fire.
Lazily, I lift my right hand and drag it slowly through a beam of sunshine, watching as the mote-fish disperse in an erratic flurry of panic, only to relax again once my hand is gone.
My attention returns to the spider: it is perched upside down from a light bulb, its lash-like legs clinging to a short thread of silk. A delicate web has been spun between the bulb and the ceiling and it too is caught in a ray of light: the three together - web, glow and dust - create some sort of miniature fantasy scene confined within that beam of sunshine, like an accidental rupture in the f
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 Window4 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
downpour.Drip, drip.downpour.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mother always said that raindrops were the tears of the people of the heavens, crying because someone great had died.
"Shouldn't it always be raining, then?" I had asked when I first heard this.
"No, only when someone great has died. They might not have known they were great, society might not have known they were great, but the tears still flow," she patiently explained to me.
"Did it rain when Ben-jay-mine Franklin died?" I questioned.
"Yes, it rained when Ben-jay-mine Franklin died," Mother answered.
I waited a moment, then ventured again, "Did it rain when Thomas Ed-son died?"
"Yes, it rained when Thomas Ed-son died."
"Did it rain when Rosey Parks died?"
"Yes, it rained when Rosey Parks died."
"Did it rain when Father died?"
My mother paused for a second, looking down at her clasped hands in her lap. She finally replied, "Your father isn't dead yet." With that, she got up and put me down for a nap, beginning dinner.
It did not rain the d
The 13 Blessings of SheogorathFor Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting.The 13 Blessings of Sheogorath8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge.
Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm.
Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear.
Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs.
Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque.
Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm.
Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real.
Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul.
Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming.
Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies.
Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be.
Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger.
Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us
The Waste WorldShe said create the world, so I did. I made it dark and dusty, coughed up from my own black lungs. I gave the trees an ashen hue and the ground a color to match the starless sky. The creatures were murmuring oozes, globs of drying acrylic that inked across the orb of my bubbling imagination.The Waste World3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Repulsing, it was in fact the product of an industrial mind. I was born from man's smog goddess and, if memory serves me, her breath was laced in exhaust which I inhaled nightly with her songs. She was soothing and complacent, her voice smokey like a hazy bar. No one could deny her features were hideous beyond belief. Her skin dripped pollution like morphine into veins, into deep red rivers to turn them ebony and clogged. Her eyes glistened obsidian, sharp and cold if you didn't know her at all. I knew she was lost and ashamed, as her mother, my grandmother, would often remind her of the destruction her presence caused. I loved her like grandmother nature never could.
Grandmother was ,indeed, a gra
Dream Aquarium"The dream is the aquarium of the night"Victor HugoDream Aquarium6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jacob folded up his cloak,
lay his head upon a rock;
came the angels swimming down
the ladders of a dream.
Folding what you can each night
for padding, lay your weary head
on the stone of your own life
and let the swimmers come.
Are any met there but yourself,
as bright or spiky angels pass?
Who will listen when you wake,
and rise into the air?
No fear of drowning, this is not
the ocean of the endless night;
just a tame and restful tank
and ladders in a dream.
'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.
Mesozoic Flying PigsTo most people, pterosaurs are little more than uninteresting, fish eating flying things from the Mesozoic. Such people as a whole fail to realise the many recent scientific discoveries about these animals, and the least of these discoveries is that pterosaurs weren't a bunch of membranous winged seagulls, but a group about as diverse as modern birds. In fact, it is fair to say both groups were equally diverse in terms of lifestyles and forms; some pterosaurs occupied niches modern birds never managed to occupy, and vice versa.Mesozoic Flying Pigs5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Notable pterosaur at that is the genus Dsungaripterus. To most people, it is known as the "shellfish pterosaur", for it is mostly known as a shellfish eater. Reality, however, is far more complex than that.
A single species within this genus is officially recognised, D. weii. While this particular form is known exclusively from what is now China, other members of its clade Dsungaripteridae, occur in Europe and South America; presumably, their distr
American AtheistLife is less than comfortable for the atheist.American Atheist10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The unsaved, the unforgivable.
In America, you never walk alone, no
There's the weight of the big "G" you got to drag along with you.
Try to shake it off and it's like abandoning your little brother.
You mean you'd just leave him like that?
'Scuse me folks, but I think God can take care of himself.
My parents were born in one nation under God and so was I
Until I peeked out from the pew and saw
Look at these! God doesn't have piano fingers
Pink flamenco nail polish.
God doesn't ride a bike with the summer pushing back
Flower resistant on his face.
He's got the whole world in his hands, but last I checked
He wasn't using it.
So I said goodbye to the man who made me sad at Easter
And defined "sin" as a mistake and went on my way.
Problem is, communion stain is hard to keep out of virgin white blouses
Especially when even the cars splash it on you.
THOU SHALT NOT is chiseled in stone everywhere there is a stone
And when I'