A letter to You, -FrankensteinMy abomination,A letter to You, -Frankenstein6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was surprised when you told me you learned the aculturation of the human race! I had followed a circutous path when creating you. My mind was set for one thing, to create life. I did not expedite because I wanted you perfect.
I do commiserate with you. For I have seen and feel the way you do! For I have lost my love and you have none. Both of our hearts ache an do I wish I finished what I promised you. But by then my mind was inadvertent.
Oh, how I wish I gave you a name! Or didn't abandon you afterwards! Maybe then you wouldn't have become the monster that has done so much wrong. You could have been caring and willing to help out. But there is no way of going back. What was I to do? I had created something that I had wished not to.
My creation, please understand where I come from. I have lost many and have seen what I can do. I even abominate myself. I had made you a monster and myself a sin! I know this, for what I write has reason. We both aimed to make each other
If Time Could Sing A Song ItselfThe stirring of ticking clocksIf Time Could Sing A Song Itself4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fresh and still from the craftsman's shop
Rupturing their fragile hands as they fall into rewind
Until we're centuries behind,
Gamblers play solitaire with the larks
Every string of your heart plucked like a silver harp
Violins ringing with bittersweet sorrow
Bid us farewell should we see no tomorrow,
Pressed flowers in a crystal vase
And children dressed in patterned lace
Like the listless expanse of time and space
And the lost virtues of love and grace.
Letter from Hat to Flower PotI remember the first morning I met you,Letter from Hat to Flower Pot4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched inert on the shelf you call comfort -
Your gorgeous extremities hanging low in the light,
For all they're worth in the butterflown sunrise.
And I said:
I'm not one of those guys
Who can just fall for someone
At the drop of a hat"
And you replied slyly:
"Easy there tiger:
I'm not like that either"
But both you and I knew.
I dropped for every precious piece of you.
I dropped and fell for the way you can wait,
A solar sentinel,
Unwavering through a night frozen stiff.
And your bottomless patience, kindness:
Never once asking rent from your florid hosts.
I tumbled and swerved for those ceramic curves,
As soft and as cool as watered midday
Or the lip of your bowl so shapely
That I pray for the day we can drop everything -
And blow ourselves away.
And they say I'm as mad as the hatter who wears me,
To swoon after you in the way that I do
They don't know a thing about you,
And they don't know a th
forgetting youIt's slipping.forgetting you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am losing it
I am losing you
The time we met
The time I knew
The first touch
The first kiss
My first love
You, are missed
In little ways,
I think of you.
The laughs we shared
And how you cared
And all the things,
That showed me,
What Love could really mean
But time keeps going
And we keep growing apart
You have found another
And I will find love too
But one thing
I will not do
Is forget you
Alone in London TownI'm alone in old London-townAlone in London Town3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Searching for a place to sleep
I was going up, but came down
Now I'm living on the street
My bed's the number twenty-five
From Oxford Circus to Manor Park
Driver shakes me up when we arrive
I get out into the bus stop dark
It's summer but the rain is biting
Got no raincoat, just a plastic bag
Some folks think this is exciting
But truth is this life's a drag
I'll go to the place in the morning
Where they give me coffee white,
Let me out with the same warning:
"Hey, old chap, be safe tonight"
Got an appetite of a lorry driver
Gonna pick some pockets on the train
If I'm lucky I might get a fiver
If not, I'll just land in jail again
This is me, the postman eternal
Shame there's no letters to send
So I just scribble in my journal
Things for no one to comprehend
Blind dateBlind date5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You set me up on a blind date!" A black head man said, a taller boy turned around with a cheeky smile and pulled pushing his glasses up on his nose
"I learnt my lesson last time no girls so I got you a guy!" he said sitting down across from him, he sighed and lean back taking a drink of his coffee
"Michal all the guys at school are dick heads part from my friends!" he said he smiled at him
"Yes they are but you miss one guy in our whole school and "
" Don't call me Michal!" he said kicking him under the table,
"Ha repeat of arse and but you lose, hand it over!" he said Mikey rolled his eyes as he handed him over a 10 dollars,
"I hope you were placing bets on me?" came a twitchy voice,
"Frankie you came and no we weren't placing bets on you hun we play this game we call each other every name we can think off but if we repeat words like arse and but the loser pays the winner!"
"Oh is that a
Not A Creature Was BreathingTwas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was breathing, not even the spouse.Not A Creature Was Breathing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The husband decided to kill his family, right on the 'joyus' night of Christmas Eve.
On Christmas the next day, smiles and laughter should have came.
But instead, the husband let his son's blood flow down the drain.
He net cleaned his daughter's blood off the walls, and picked up his wife, who was pulverized in the hall.
Covered in blood, his coat was bright red, he jumped into his crimson, deathly winter sled.
The Hounds of Hell proudly lead the way, they had antlers of deer, some say.
They flew away in the dark, giving good watchers a fright, as the man shouted;
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
Of the ForestI cannot pin the momentOf the Forest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That sweet thing.
You may be
so dear to me
Because your beauty is so fleeting.
I should weep through the day
For your rapid decay.
Such a shame
You will remain
But a whisper
In the cacophony
But a whisper
Is always more precious,
Than a shout.
AwakeIn accordance with the frozen dropletsAwake5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch your tears dance to heartbeats,
and I can believe that dreams do fail
and I can believe that with reason truth does not entail.
I've captured many a eye,
and professed a deep connection in colours
of the softest rain fall, or of the darkest night,
But nothing have I felt more for then his sunflower orbs.
That catch the light as if reflecting stars,
and have sadness as if it were a disease.
I know these eyes, whether they are wide or small,
I know his heart, even though he built a wall.
In creation of harmony, peace, and ultimate beauty
Still I persist in my search for a meaning that disconnects
me from all else, for I feel shaded, fogged with uncertainty
when night slips away and it comes dawn and I must wake,
for what reason should I wake?
What difference does it make?
the morning light, the afternoon glow,
the slow decay of the sun may come again.
What will it accomplish to burn retinas
while lacking sleep,
what are these powerful forces
Killer hand 16Killer hand 165 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FEW DAYS LATER
Frank sat alone in the room with Abi she was reading a book as he watched her "Frank I don't like being watched?" she said
"Did you like what you saw?" he asks with a smile, she kept the book up and flip the page
"What am I meant to have liked?" she asked she heard the short monster stand up and movement, the bed dipped and her book was thrown away and she was faced with Frank's ginning face, the book make a thwacked on the walls, "I was reading?" she growled
"Did you like what you saw a couple of days ago when you saw me naked?" he said biting his tongue, her face was plan as she spoke to him, he was too close for comfort
"Frank you have two seconds to move your face away from mine!" She said he looked at her
"Come one all the things we been through you could just tell me?" he said she narrowed her eyes at him
"You tried to kill me more than once and you poisoned my blood!" she replayed Frank moved closer to her
"Frank Iero what are you doing to my
Cancer.Cancer.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Turn away, if you couldn't get me a drink, of water 'because my lips are chapped and faded..."
We were now playing Cancer, one of our most tragic and difficult songs to play in front of an audience, especially an audience of probably millions and especially for Gerard, as he is the only one playing in this song.
The Mexican crowd screamed with ecstatic joy as Gerard gently cupped the microphone in his gloved palm. His swept-back, soaking, ebony hair stuck to his forehead and his Black Parade uniform, from were I was standing, looked as though it would just all melt off onto the stage and turn into a liquid or something. It was rather boiling in the arena from the amount of lights that were on.
"...help her gather all my things, and bury me in all my favourite colours, my sisters and my brothers still, I will not kiss you... because the hardest part of this is leaving you..."
His pale face looked pleading and desperate, his honey eyes closed quickly, fighting salt
A Lamp's DreamNighttime. School wasnt really lonely at night, since there were always the other electronics around to talk to, but they were all asleep. Only Lampy stayed up. He had a job to do, after all, and he wasnt going to shirk it.A Lamp's Dream7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His light still on, Lampy gazed down at the cluster of white eggs confined in the tank. They seemed to reflect his light back at him. From the teacher, the orange lamp knew that these eggs had to be constantly warmed so they could hatch and little yellow baby birds came out. Usually, it was the mother who sat on them and gave warmth, but in a classroom setting, that was his job. To warm with his light.
He didnt turn his stare away from the eggs. Not at all. Not when the door creaked, not when the tree banged against the window, not when the fan in the corner coughed loudly before finding a more comfortable standing position. This was life he was taking care of! He couldnt afford to avert his glow one second!
Lampys bulb burned out.
A Vacuum's DreamOkay, so the day was kind of weird. Kirby rationalized that it was a dream, as he knew that he had been in the middle of the forest, and now he (and everybody else) was sitting in some kind of shiny white place. Like a hospital, or something. The whole area was so smooth and plain. There were no signs of tiles, no sign of people, no doors, no windows, no warning where the walls began and the floor stopped. Really weird.A Vacuum's Dream7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not that he was really concerned. It was only a dream, after all.
His dream group was looking around in confusion and slight alarm, apparently since they didnt expect to be in this blindingly white space either. The dream version of these brats were rather accurate. Dream-Blanky looked like he was going to cry and Dream-Lampy constantly jerked his head around, as if trying to see everything even though there was nothing to see. Dream-Toaster looked pretty worried, but wasnt shaking as much as Dream-Blanky was. And Dream-Radio well he
BEETLEJUICE (Fan Fic) Chapter 1: The NeitherworldBEETLEJUICE (Fan Fic) Chapter 1: The Neitherworld3 years ago in Humor More Like This
There is a place between the realms of Heaven and Hell, where spirits with unfinished business roam freely. Some call it either Purgatory or the Netherworld, but what's known to the souls there is actually called the "Neitherworld." Why? We'll explain this a little later. Our story begins on a central part of the Neitherworld, in a city of dark and twisted buildings. Although the sun was rising, on this eerie landscape, it was still rather gloomy looking. As we draw deeper into the city, we see that its inhabitants are not only ghosts and ghouls, but there were also monsters of all shapes and all sizes. One for example is a burned out smoker sitting on a bus stop bench, next to an overweight spook with a chicken bone stuck in his throat.
"Want a cigarette?," the smoker offered a spare from his box. "Oh, no thank you," replied the fat one in a rather choky voice. "Trying to
Harlot FeverI watch myself in the mirror; I'm not your average whoreHarlot Fever9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You strip me of any pretence; I know exactly what's in store
I'm a pretty thing when I'm naked, but I'm ugly at my core
I'm worth a lot of money, as I lay worthless on the floor
This is the hell I've chosen, God left me at your door
But you will make me beg for mercy, that I know for sure
You will whip me with a fury; you get excited by the gore
You'll thrust with so much force, till every part of me is sore
And you will tighten my corset, till I can't breathe anymore
If I don't suffer you bastards, I'm damned to be poor
So now I drink more than I ought to, to repair what you tore
I'm too damaged to continue, so self hatred wins the war
I drink another glass of wine, and another glass I pour
For every scar I've been given, for ever scar I'm yet to score
Words Like Wine IIWords muddy the mind like so much cheap wine,Words Like Wine II6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sidling along attentive synapses,
Skulking deeper, still deeper to the core
and giving birth to the children of thought;
Inquisitive little devils that love
to bathe in the waters of this growing
and intoxicating cocktail of sounds.
Drunk on the desire to know still more,
They pursue you for their much needed fix,
Clamouring for your confused attention,
Desperate to drink deep from the sea that
swirls, mixes and melds the gin-soaked thought forms,
Needful and wanting and calling for the
delightfully addictive rush of sounds.
Weave a tale or two to keep them at bay,
Words of your own to distract them from it,
To hold them enthralled with wordy bonds
while you look for a dust sheet to disguise
the free flowing boisterous well-spring of
their constantly changing fascinations...
Even though you know it'll never work.
For still the winding words stream on inside,
Through the mind's windows to world around,
The astounding confounding surroundings
Vacant SmileLollygagging lollop of a boy,Vacant Smile6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nary a thought in his head
or a cloud on his horizon.
Everything's rosy within
the confines of his cranium,
Amidst the echoing space.
Not a worry for the future,
Nor regrets from the past
mar the blessed stillness
that lies beyond the veil,
Of those simply stunning,
bright baby blue eyes.
He wanders through life
with a vacant little smile.
Every move made just so,
Every gesture just divine;
His every waking moment
becomes poetry in motion.
It isn't just, it isn't fair,
Blessed are the foolish,
Blissful are the ignorant.
The Graveyard ShiftThe Graveyard Shift: A Night in the Haunted MansionThe Graveyard Shift6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As midnight approached, the Haunted Mansion was silent. All of Disneyland was silent, actually, but the creepy old house was especially quiet. It was an hour and a half after closing time, and Cast Members had already run the last couple of check-ups to make sure the Dining Hall glass had not been defaced again or that the Séance Room was still in one piece. The large white building, usually rather inviting, now looked very hollow and empty, its tall iron gates shut tightly. Outside, crickets chirped in the warm night and the waters in the Rivers of America rippled smoothly. All was still; all was calm
The show lights in the Haunted Mansion suddenly flicked back on. The abnormally cold air conditioning started up again and the special effects continued running. The Doombuggies did not move, however; they remained still.
Outside the graveyard, the attractions finale, the skinny caretaker stretched his skinny limbs. He
The Doctor Will See You NowThe doctor will see you now she beams in a very enjoy your movie voice, her smile so large and preposterous it almost blinds you to look at. You shuffle to your feet, offer the cartoon woman a weak grin and move on down the hall in more of an attempt to get away from her than hasten your visit to the doc. As you walk down the hall you begin to miss the waiting room and its calm walls. The walls in the hall are all slanted and at odd angles but much like in a dream, this ridiculousness doesnt bother you. You busy yourself with the different coloured doors you pass on the way to the end of the corridor. You pass a strange green door first and snicker at the aptness of green being on a door in a place of sickness. A beautiful dancing lobster red is the next that slides by and aside from the lobster the door itself is fairly unmemorable. Raven black follows and you pause before this door. Dark smoke seems to be floating around theThe Doctor Will See You Now7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
JudasIt was a cursed day, so cold that your clothes stuck to your skin with every step, your nostrils were glued together with every breath and your heart cried out in fear of frost, unable to hide away even in the deepest part of your chest. The bodies of dead seagulls, victims of the coldest winter that the Greek settlers could remember, lay on the ground, ready for the taking by any starved man or beast. The sea was, for once, silent and still, draped in heavy ice, powerless before a crueler mistress.Judas5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trudging his feet through the snow, grateful for his thick, fur coat, yet still cursing his coming to this side of the world, Judas made his way towards the tavern. Every now and then he spared a glance eastwards, towards the rising sun that glinted blindingly on the white ice of the Black Sea, burning the sight, but radiating no heat.
How mad he had been to leave Jerusalem! Or how foolish not to have gone elsewhere, in gentler places, with soft winters and cool summers. Why these Greek sho
Gorillaz - The pocky gameNoodle: HURRY UP 2D-KUN!Gorillaz - The pocky game4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Noodle yelled out the words high as she dragged 2D after her. 2D and Noodle had been out for shopping during the afternoon. 2D had been looking for a new zombie movie but he almost already had everyone and he thought that the new one's sucked. Noodle had been looking for clothes that would fit her taste but she hadn't found anything either. After awhile they still hadn't found anything at all. 2D suggested that they should go back to the jeep and go back home. Noodle agreed and followed him. When they were halfway back to the car they passed an Asian shop. Noodle's eyes widen and she quickly grabbed 2D's hand and dragged him towards the store. She told him to hurry up so they could get in faster. 2D flinched in shock as Noodle dragged him into the shop and ran through the shelves in high speed. He didn't even have the chance to ask her what she would buy before she let go of his hand. He yelped as he accidently flew into a shelf nearby. He shook his
Ninja Turtles: Never Live It DownIt was just another normal day in the sewers of Manhattan. The turtles were either in the dojo, training; or they were watching the TV. Splinter was meditating in a room above the turtles.Ninja Turtles: Never Live It Down3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Raphael and Leonardo were training. Michelangelo and Donatello were sitting on the couch, watching the television. There was really nothing interesting on TV, so Mikey kept flipping the channels.
“There’s nothing good on, Don,” Mikey looked at Donatello. Don sighed, and looked right back at his brother.
“Do you wanna practice with Leo and Raph?”
“That’s what I didn’t want to do today.”
“Well, that’s what I’m doing. You can come if you like,” Donatello stood up and walked into the dojo. Mikey was left alone. He groaned before he, too, stood up and entered the training room.
“Hey, guys,” Mikey sighed. He chose a punching bag next to Raphael and began punching and kickin
Der Erlkoenig.: Der Erlkönig :.Der Erlkoenig8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was in the darkest eve of the night that the sound of horses hooves were heard thundering in the distance. Only thin slivers of pale moonlight shone through the limbs and leaves of the trees canopy. Crickets chirped forlornly from their nestled spot among the ground.
With a sudden burst of movement, a great, lumbering beast burst forth through a shelf of low-hanging branches, a graceful silhouette against the still and quiet night, and with it, came a chilling wind that had not previous blown. Atop the creatures back was a tall man holding against his broad frame a young boy with one arm, the other keeping the reigns tightly enclosed within his hand. The childs hair was stark, almost glowing against the gloomy backdrop, his skin pale and sickly. His cheeks, flushed with fever, quivered mildly as his as his brows furrowed, eyes tightly shut as if to block the illness out.
JesusJesus,Jesus3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I have sinned against thee
Yet you smiled at me
I have disobeyed thee
Yet you hugged me
I have blasphemed against thee
Yet you Forgave me
I have denied thee
Yet you Loved me
Jesus, I will never understand how or why
I cannot fathom why you died
I did not earn your Love, no; I never could.
Jesus, I will always serve you; This I could.