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.
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?
"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.
"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.
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
"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.
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
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 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
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
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
Beauty is meaninglessDay without night: allBeauty is meaningless4 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.
AppalachiaBeyond the Great RiverAppalachia4 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
FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
"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.
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
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?Innocence3 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
"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
if my body could talkit's probably not a good thingif my body could talk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when what you want to say
to your ex boyfriend
is the same
as what your body
wants to say to you:
i don't know why
i still insist on you
when you want
nothing to do with
you don't care for me
the way you did
i wish everyday
you are ruining me;
i don't know how to
deal with what you're
putting me through;
why can't you love me;
everything you do
and i know it shouldn't
but everything that matters
shouldn't, i guess.
what i think i mean
is i need you
to give me my soul back-
i am killing this flesh
I'm Not, But I AmI'm not the girl who went off to college and graduated a successful student, who loved life and the people surrounding her in it.I'm Not, But I Am5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not the girl who graduated from high school, smart, but unwilling to take the next step into heading to college.
I'm not the girl who dropped out of high school because she was tired of failing her classes and missing out on the life outside of the school rooms.
I'm not the girl who was bullied and made fun of, the girl who killed herself from the lack of love given to her for comfort or anything.
I'm the boy, who was stuck in the wrong body, who didn't graduate high school because he was murdered for loving, living, and being himself.
Create a world where all can live and love peacefully, and you'll find a much happier place, where crime and discrimination is minimal.
In case of emergencyI saw the roots of prairie grassesIn case of emergency7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like carrion beetles in their yellowing shells
Nibbling angrily, at the concrete beneath my feet,
At wood sheared to fence posts near the road.
The very earth they rejected, drawing what peace they could.
When did stained glass become the standard?
I have forged narrow mountain paths and stumbled over
Bottle caps secreted between the mica flakes and quartz.
In this city, in the sectors most pregnant with age,
Trees testify shamelessly into the sky.
Clandestine, one coils his reach toward
A flimsy cable, twisted and strung precariously
From corpse to shabby corpse, on and on.
Graceful and altogether stoic, another refuses to wince
As the merciless force of a school bus violates its skirts.
All the monstrous lizards reduced to macabre exhibits,
I fault them for dying. With cold blooded savages
Of the biological nature, the world was better off.
Save the best for last is never the real philosophy.
Find me the soul that cares for what happens to its carca