Limbo"The enemy will be here soon," thought a knight standing guard at Harod castle. He looked at the bleak utilitarian walls and considered the crumbling mortar that held them firm against artillery. The castle had seen better days, and was ancient in design.Limbo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He walked along the parapet, regarding his comrades stood there in the freezing winter cold. The air washed over the walls, chilling all comfort from his pale bones. "The enemy will be here soon," he thought as he continued along his forlorn path.
He patrolled around and around, up and down, an endless mechanical nature slowly moving in solidarity with his limbo bound comrades, frozen-dead. After a time an archer on the battlement above cried, "the enemy is here". The knight thought to himself, "The enemy will be here soon."
The castle guard stood and watched for hours in horror as the trebuchets were slowly brought into range of the crumbling castle walls. The fortifications fell
lurking trijan refrainlurking trijan refrain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the truth comfits our senses not;
our gates are needle's eyes.
our vision: through with darkness shot;
unfit to pierce truth's guise.
lurking along peripheries
in places we but fail to see;
is sheer, stark actuality.
the truth comfits our senses not;
we're deaf as well as mute.
we are spawn of the omniglot;
we flounder, less astute.
a siren's song of polyphones,
of hyper-sharp-sub-aural drones;
a siren's song,
a siren's song
that resonates through flesh and bones.
the truth comfits our senses not;
our mind is too finite.
everything is from nothing wrought;
without the black, no white.
a tale too long to comprehend,
so long its mouth devours its end;
a tale too long,
a tale too long
to help but all our senses rend.
ParanoiaI am the fear under your skin.Paranoia9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the dirt that makes you unclean.
I am the strength, holding your throat,
And very single word you’ve spoke.
I am the wall, when you wanna run,
I am the cloud that steals the sun.
I am the ice, when you want fire,
Every temptation and every desire.
I am your love, I am your hate,
I’m every single breath you take.
I am your joy and cause of your pain.
I’m every single thought in your brain.
I am the whisper when you wanna scream.
I am the boogeyman from your dreams.
I am the blood rushing through your veins.
I am the voice that makes you insane.
Who am I? You shouldn’t ask,
Just take a look back at your past.
And realize, you’ve never been free,
Because I’m in you, and you are in me…
Alonewhat was going on here?Alone9 months ago in Settings More Like This
Howls and screeches could be heard outside the medicine cats den as Lily slowly opened her eyes. Her body was still dizzy from the fever, but the noise in the camp was worrying her.
Are my people still out there?
Slowly and shakily the kit stood and made her way to the entrance of the den, just as Dawncloud tackled the grey medicine cat and sunk his teeth into Stormfeather's neck. The whole world seemed to slow down for this moment as the blood flew into the air, Dawncloud's yellow eyes glinting red.
Lily stifled a scream. Blood, blood, blood it was everywhere, the tiny she-cat looked down at her paws which were slowly sinking into the blood soaked floor.
The kit felt her body go numb as she flew through the forest, as if it was moving on it's own.
A root caught her paw and she barreled into a puddle. The small tabby lay there for a long time as her lungs worked to catch it's breath. The water soaked into her fur as her mind rac
Formerly Magical“How can you possibly claim to know that she is no longer fit to be a magical girl?”Formerly Magical10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The chamber hushes for a moment upon hearing the words spoken aloud. A reply of some sort is put forth. The argument continues. And yet, the magical girl reminded herself, the case has already been resolved. Firm in this belief, she turns her attention away from the proceedings in front of her and retreats into her own thoughts.
The transition is accomplished with extraordinary ease. One would assume the magical girl should have been concerned with the verdict. It was, after all, her fate that they were deciding. But, the magical girl reminded herself again; the verdict has already been decided. She was to share the same fate as countless other magical girls before her.
She supposed she should be happy. No, that’s not quite right. She supposed there existed the fools who dared think she should be happy. She laughed inside. Yes, she should be grateful that she was to be stripped of her
VitaVita3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
La vita ha un grande valore.
Abbine un grande rispetto.
Spendila con cura.
Humble me SensieHong Kong in 1978. The set of a new movie: Monkey hand. Dragon paw. During a recess in filming a stuntman approached the star martial artist. "Sensei, I wish to challenge you. Humble me and make me a better man".Humble me Sensie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Sensei was no good man, "I put two of you down yesterday. Will you never learn," he spat. As his challenger was stood head bowed the Sensei launched at him with a vicious side kick aimed through his head at his neck, an attack that could cripple a man.
The challenger allowed gravity to do his work, as his body fell forward towards the ground. At the bottom of his roll he tackled the Sensei he had shown utmost respect for, with a scissor assault at his single standing leg, forcing him to the ground.
The challenger used the momentum to launch himself back to his feet. He said to the Sensei's amazed eyes, "humble me Sensei," as he brought an axe kick around and down upon his chest.&
Beauty in the contraryThere is beauty in the contrary.Beauty in the contrary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The off beats of appreciation are not wanton
To those found wanting.
In the jazz of life,
They offer an escape from the machinations of our conducting oppressors.
A personal oppressor we all know well.
A violin that shrieks high and
Cuts at the beauty of melody,
Nothing but an escape from the prescient
Vision of pre-destiny. There is a remedy.
There is always a remedy. An escape
From the inevitable end we are
In the madness of the ecstatic heart heavy dance.
Release your burdens and see
What the enlightenment brings.
NumbersA man, a soldier, bloody, broken, uncaring, unwavering, unflinching , he had a name, he had a wife 2 kids, now he was a number, no longer concerned with living, he marches on, through shell-blasted hell-holes where the mud rises to his waist and the bodies of his fellow numbers lay in his path, as he walks he pays no attention to the whistle of shells or the rattling of machine guns, his mind shut down from the horror, his body trudges on, his mind, back with his family, how he last saw them raped, mutilated, burned, that was the day he ceased being a man and became a number, one of the dead.Numbers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stands in a trench now, rifle held tightly in his hands, a simple pull of the trigger and another number dies, one wearing an enemy uniform, he must have had a family as well, our number cycles the bolt, that's what the war has become, robotic, the same actions over and over, aim, pull the trigger, cycle the bolt, reload after 10 shots, march, sleep, charge, stab another number, move on, then i
crack.warm smooth smoke held far and deep though the lungs,crack.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cells sent into frenzied stimulation from the intrusion,
the potent chemical rushes deeply and sharply through blood,
ear buzzing, head tingling sensation of bliss over comes,
the enlivening exhale ensues;
pulse surges like loose electricity,
cloud nine with its euphoric,
intensity quickly fades to a idle buzz,
in all of its aggressiveness it has backed off quickly,
3 : 15 am3 : 15 am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is It Life As Cruel And Sad
As You Always Claim ?
It Is Worse
But Not Tonight
Because Tonight It is You And It Is I
Ridiculum Vitae en EspagnolRIDICULUM VITAERidiculum Vitae en Espagnol2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nació detrás de la barra de un Bar de mala-muerte
Justo entre las botellas de Whisky y un revolver calibre .38.
(Tal vez debiéramos buscar la razón de futuros problemas en esta anécdota)
Raptado al nacer y criado por Lobos.
Después se unirá a una Caravana de Gitanos.
De quienes no aprende Magia ni nada.
En una noche de San Juan,
La Gitana mas anciana le predice que su futuro esta en el Arte.
El muy estupido se lo cree y abandona a los Gitanos
Para tratar de ganarse la vida con sus horribles cuadros.
Esa noche los gitanos huyen para no volver jamás
Solo, abandonado y sin dinero.
Vaga por las calles de Guadalajara.
Pero, siempre fiel a la tradición Tele-Novelesca Mexicana:
¡Encuentra a sus verdaderos Padres!!!
Quienes deciden irse a vivir con los lobos.
Su mala suerte es tal;
Que lo único positivo en su vida es su examen del Sida
He incluso esto resulta ser falso.
Se desconoce su fecha de nacimiento,
Sea DaySea Day1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
all the sea monkeys are colorfully arrayed,
in joyous anticipation of the flying fish parade.
a giant red octopus sits making faces
fondly remembering sundays legless paddlehorse races.
the festival is now ushered in
with a discordant, flourishing musical din.
long toothed pink sharks salute with their tails
the arrival of elephants standing on whales.
the dancing squids are not far behind
the acrobat eels that spark so devine.
singing oysters cough up their pearls
as the jellyfish frantically jiggle and twirl.
the oceans so lively it has to be seen,
more crazy than a giant crazy washing machine!
SaviorThe girl regretted that she had ever possessed emotions. They had caused her descent into intelligence. And now they were preventing her from ever returning to a life of stupidity. She despised herself. But, of course, she knew her self-hatred was a lie. How could it possibly be true when she no longer had a heart?Savior10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had always been a pathetic creature. Perhaps even more so when there had been a heart lodged in her chest. A monster of a lady. Incapable of making any progress in life. Most of her kind enjoyed a quick death. She was not so fortunate.
She had been so wonderfully close to dying as a child. A girl casually tossed to the cold once it became evident that her heart would expire too soon for them to make any profit off of selling it. She silently raged against her creators within her icy castle. She did not consider moving. After all, she was brainless.
Sadness doomed her. The disgusting little brat would not stop wailing. The noise attracted unwanted attention. Hands w
the riverbendsI am the river livingthe riverbends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the dam, building
Valentines 2011Valentines 20113 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A simple poem with humble words
for all my friends who are birds
I've no one special to enthral
so I'll spread it thin across you all
With floral words and chocolate letters
and an absent hug for want of betters
Bit of nosh, bottle of wine
read the words of Valentine.
The RosewheelThe RosewheelThe Rosewheel4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in her garden, at a pile of white stones,
stands a broken cart.
One wheel is gone, the axis pierces the old earth.
The other wheel silently holds the fort:
eight braces, rotten and crumbling,
home to bugs and wood lice.
Twiners thrive, thorny and black
over the cart. Birds nest
in the thorn fortress.
At night, cold rain falls. Next snow
The stones and the cart
two unshapes in the white garden.
She hopes for the snow to melt – someday
She puts her roses down on the cart, in the snow bed.
Maybe then their fingers will weave,
like those of a lover, around the rotten braces.
Maybe next summer. Maybe they will drive
away together then.
Every MorningThe light of the day passes by my frozen windowEvery Morning1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The fumes of my sighs enwrap the cold morning dew
The nocturnal gaunts shall cease their arcane hymns in a few
Alas! The tales are told and my beloved night is almost through.
27 Oct, 2012
The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.10Through a GlassThe Visitor From Curtisville--Ch.10Through a Glass1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 10--Through a Glass Brightly
Kes fidgeted with her hair and robe, impatiently watching as Ellery slowly sampled her lemonade. She would have shuffled her feet if it hadn't been for the heavy police dog still lounging on them. Sighing heavily, she ran her clawed fingers through her hair for what seemed like a millionth time and scowled. Just because this homely cur worked as a town constable didn't give it the right to use her feet as its personal pillow. Hell, by the time tomorrow rolled around, she'd be lucky if she had any working feet left!
Bristling irritably, she turned to address Megaera on the matter only to find the space between them now occupied by a total stranger. The person squeezed into that small cramped space was a youth of maybe eleven or thirteen. He had short blonde hair and a faint sprinkling of freckles scattered across his pale face. His choice of garb was rather strange, even though t
Back to black bonesCome on,Back to black bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's dredge out the tar from my lungs,
Drop my pink and perfect babies into shark jaws
I wish I could learn better,
Even the hard way is not nearly hard enough,
I just had to buy a business in
Laundering old ghosts.
"Look how white they come out,
As white as summer cloud!"
I wish father taught me how to solve