Love's Legacy..My Breath:Love's Legacy..4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from my body takes
this very soul,
as my heart that aches
Sends me lost within my dreams
of tempered moments, that all but seems
too hard to feel and to rise above
This emotion that we humans, do call love
and yet my chest is tight
within my angst
no rest in sight
To tear the shreds of what we see
from what our love could surely be
We have, we hold, yet throw away
the very essence which makes us stay
Too much is woven within this word
To see and feel but never heard
We walk and yet we seem to stray
from what love means and tries to say
To hold so close another heart
from once so whole, to break apart
In pieces of our life to lay
Scattered akin to light of day
So precious is this word we share
From one another to those we care
To not forget that hearts do break
and all that's left are souls that ache..
night butterflyi.night butterfly5 years ago in Other More Like This
there are these girls in her nightmares;
they have cotton candy lips and electric eyes,
and she's falling from their fragile fingers
with nails painted in shades of spilt blood and
she watches the setting sun from her bedroom window
she has nowhere to go now; the night has come
it is raining when her father slaps her; tells her
'you're a fucking disgrace'
her cheeks are red and her bare feet bleeding,
but its dark and you can't see them;
colours have faded
she knocks on her door in the morning,
and her brother answers; lets her in
they don't exchange words
she curls up in her bed with her head under the blanket
and tries to fall back into her dreams;
where the boys have silk skin and glass eyes
but their skin always rips and their eyes always
standing on the corner at midday; her brown hair
frames her face and her blue eyes glow
her cheeks are red not with abuse but with beauty
her legs are long and reflect the midday sunlight
she is a butte
-The Damned--The Damned-10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hearts aching with strain, screams of sickening pain,
Tear stained insane glares their cries pierce the night air.
'We are the things that run in the night,
The creatures of death that kill off the light,
Our screams are your nightmares, our faces your doom,
Within the shadows behind you we loom,
Here in this hell, forever to die,
Out of the darkness, on sorrow we thrive,
Bringing you anguish, we're desolate beings,
Shadows around you that aren't what they seem,
Caught in a warp of what we could be,
What we are and what we should be,
Making life's roads never straight,
We roam in the darkness, guarding the black gate,
Making you tremble, making you fear,
Making you writhe, while we draw ever near,
Warping your vision, haunting your dreams,
Chasing you down, making you scream,
Killing you slowly, you can't get away,
We hunt in the night and stalk in the day,
We are the fallen that you have forgotten
So we come like a plague leaving you rotten,'
These cries of the damned ring through the
Forever Raining Dead PainForever Raining Dead Pain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[BAD ENGLISH VERSION]
like black ink
it falls into our souls
and every tear
mark as more
and draw again
our Night inside
a black dawn
where the Hopes fall
falling like snow
falling like tears
and we pray everyday
for our dreams
and we pray everyday
for our hopes
I scream again against the wind
I scream again all my pain
I scream again all my Winter inside
and nobody hears
or nobody wants to hear
And my hopes are dying
into the black river of my tears
inside of me
in the river of my deep pain
And my hopes are crying
my wings will burn into the night
only to bring to you the light
or maybe...only for bring to me the light
because i can't see more into thedarkness
illusions are all around and wait for me
i don't want to fall in this pain
i sing the silence
everyday a new wound
And my wounds are bleeding
blood like diamonds, so intense
light from inside
Empty tears...maybe full...
...full of my pain...
And my death's dying
And my life's burning
I pray everyday for
-Orison--Orison-10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let there be everlasting light
and as the breath left
her body she was bathed
in warm sunlight
filtering through the
golden canopy above.
Let there be eternal music
and was met with the
fluttering of the butterflies,
the gentle whispering
of the summer breeze and
the melody of a hummingbird.
Let there be enduring peace
and before her very eyes
vines grew up over the trees
without competition, then
a ladybug sat beside her
without fear of being crushed.
Let there be unearthly beauty
and beside her bare feet sat
an exquisite and precious gift –
a pretty child with laughing
eyes and long golden hair…
as the dusty pink gown
swirled around slender legs
and her bare toes danced
through the trickling stream,
she finally understood.
Wings spread, eyes open,
looking upwards as the
flowers fell she knew
she was truly blessed in
the simple joys of life…
PerseverePerseverePersevere6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stanley Marsh drooped low to his desk, covering half of his face with his arms as they folded lazily over the faux wood. He was barely awake, propped up only by the curve of his spine and the solid desk in front of him. His eyes became heavy and he blinked hard in a vain attempt to knock the sleepiness from the glazed over orbs.
The Algebra teacher was yapping away with fervor, waving his meter stick wildly in the air. Stan had to admit that the mans passion for math was staggering and somewhat deflating. Stan felt as if he was just being talked at instead of actually being taught. He glanced slowly at the paper beneath his arms and noted with no surprise what so ever that the page was entirely blank. Mr. Brozeski didnt slow down enough for him to keep up anyway.
The Junior yawned and stared absently at his raven colored bangs as they fell in shocks from his tired head. He took a moment to examine the rest of his body, finding it worlds more inte
SP - In the absence of coffeeIn the absence of coffeeSP - In the absence of coffee7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
While the world is going crazy,
While the sky is falling down,
One thing you can depend on,
I will always be around.
While the rain outside is pouring,
I will make the sun shine through,
While the world is going crazy,
You can count on me.
I'll be loving you.
All you do is call.
I will catch you if you fall.
While the world is going crazy by Boyzone.
All the way back he had thought about how to break the news to his boyfriend.
All the way back from the neighbouring town of Middle Park, in the dark, listening to Radiohead and willing the heap of rust that was his car not to die out on him a second time in as many days.
He was grateful to have made it back without having to ditch the poor excuse for transport and walk in the snow but at the same time, he could think of places he would rather be than home and having to break the bad news to...
Kiss GoodbyeStan Marsh waited by the bus stop like usual, only alone. Cartman Had Been sick For about a week now, Kyle had gone to Washington with his folks while his mom protested something once more, Kenny just hadn't shown up yet. This didn't surprise Stan, after all his little blond friend had the worst of luck, he was always being killed and somehow kept coming back every time, it confused everyone who knew Kenny.Kiss Goodbye8 years ago in General More Like This
"Stan,Stan!" Came Kenny's high pitched voice," Sorry I'm late!! Truly sorry." Kenny couldn't help but to smirk like an idiot, Earning a smile from the raven haired boy in front of him.
" You took your sweet time getting here, what took you so damn long?" Stan asked as the bus arrived and the door opened.
"Well!? Are you two gana get get on or just stand their looking like total morons!? " The bus driver hollered
+Demons In My MindTonight+Demons In My Mind7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll fight my demons again...
When my tears
Will make their way
Down my face
Leaving tracks behind...
I'll give in
To the demons in my mind...
I'll do anything
They tell me to do...
I'll grab the razor
And write everything
On these blue walls with my blood...
You'll find me
Lying on my red bed
With red tears in my eyes...
You'll find my message
Written on these pale walls
And you'll cry
Just like I did...
'I see them coming...
This time I can't do anything...
They came for me
To take me away...
To these whoso demons didn't take over:
Always listen to silence of the night
And protect these lost souls
Because no one should face their demons all alone...'
These DemonsThe walls are caving in,These Demons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light is going dim,
And I'm seeing these demons again.
They are telling me I have nothing to live for.
I try to talk back, but I'm getitng ignored.
If you could only hear what I hear,
Then you would fear what I fear.
They're flying all around me,
It's getting hard to see.
The only way I can be saved,
Is waking from this nightmare.
But then this nightmare becomes a reality.
And the demons start following me.
But todays the day,
It's all going away,
Because I'm going to fight my way through it.
Horror Movie Advice1. If you can hear someone(thing) at your window or door ,don't waste time asking ''Who's there?" Start looking for blunt and/or pointy objects to defend yourself.Horror Movie Advice8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
2.If you're the distraction,use a good distraction,dammit! Some excellent distractions are doing the Time Warp,start complaning about the psycotic sparrows that live in your colon,or break down and start screaming about your crappy love-life. All very distracting,but more importantly,it's awkaward for the killer to watch!
3. If you're watching TV and the killer breaks in,remember that blunt/pointy object in bit of advice numero uno? Well,threaten to ram the object up their *insert body part here* if they interrupt your shows.
OK,this advice is good for nothing,I know. But I needed to post SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!
the running manWhen I see you, all I see is after. Gravel upturned by that beige Chevy. Pavement sun-baked and time-worn, like most Mississippi roads. You love the highways. You drive by, sunglasses and Miller Lite caps on a string, without noticing I'm headed in the opposite direction. I don't have time to regard the dust cloud because there's a cop idling nearby.the running man2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You've always been headed in the opposite direction.
When I was fifteen I didn't understand. Couldn't have. You can't read another language until you learn the right words, wrap your brain around the meaning of those foreign sounds and inflections. I couldn't read you because I didn't want to. It was easier to be angry and ignorant. It's always easier.
Five years later - five years of investigation, of difficult questions and even more difficult answers - I know you better than I ever thought I could. It wasn't any effort on your part, of course. Not your style. For you, existence defines itself - you have no reason to justify your
Paper MacheDrop your paper hearts into a basin of tearsPaper Mache5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dry them in the sun
Well tape the middles back together
Glue them back to back
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 3The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 37 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.
It happens in life that some things really must be considered more than others. It must be considered that Alice felt strange in a new place, and that she felt mixed twinges of doubt and excitement over travel. She did not know what was coming, but the darkening leaves in the cloistered front lawn gave her pause to recognize an air of duality about the place, of dreadful seclusion and delicious closeness. It must be considered that the March Hare was not well in his compact head and believed that the people at the other edge of his table were in league to make Rabbit Coq au Vin for the evening, when truly they only desired to play Baccarat but were unable to
The Shallow End of Good-byeYou say you are not shallow or even vainThe Shallow End of Good-bye9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you throw people away at first glance
You look at their differences like they are insane
Your own simple world, you live in a trance
Your eyes buy and sell in but a blink
And you tell me you do not judge
But I ask do you even think?
And you wonder why some people hold a grudge
For all the times you cut them down
They can cut you back just as deep
Push your feelings into the ground
And finally you are the one to weep.
So now baby…tell me you're not shallow
Tell me you're not vain
Tell me your intentions were pure and hallowed
And tell me why your tears now stain
You burn the same way as I
Your soul stings with that familiar rejection
And now I am the one bidding you good-bye
So you can feel my frozen affection
…For I am shallow…just like you.
Poem (c) Lisa Dillard
NamesakeThey called him Striking Jonathan, which was funny, in retrospect, when they had to pull him away from a street-brawl, and tragic when they discovered that he learned to fight from his father; but at least they knew he was like them. When pressed for details from the younger kids - the ones that hadn't learned about 'couth' yet, or keeping their mouths shut - he'd just say:Namesake2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Childhood is nothing but a story to tell when you're older," which didn't disregard the fact that you are who you know; birds of a feather flock together - and they were all latchkey kids, left to their own neglect until their parents made an appearance and took over for them.
They figured, in the end, that that was why he left; took to standing on street corners instead of door-steps, until the day he got in a car and didn't return.
"D'you reckon he lost his virginity before or after he got in a car?" Beatnik - Beat Nick (their names were a part of their lives, and their lives a part of their name) - is the one to
Turn My HeadTurn My Head8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I wonder why we allow ourselves to feel safe in this world. I wonder about the people who don't worry about their situations, their lives, and their worlds. Why do you believe what those in power tell you? When, deep down, we all know they tell us these things so that they themselves can do whatever they please. They would say anything to keep us calm and supportive... to keep us submissive and quiet. And, when it suites them, they play on our fears--even keep us afraid and needy--to get what they want from us. AND WE LET THEM. We let them feed us this propaganda bullshit, and we eat it up, even thank them for it. We rarely if ever question them, never wonder why they are allowed to commit crimes, but the poor are not. Never wonder why they get away with MURDER, but a damned mother of five can't steal a few cans of soup without going to jail.
We let our jails be overrun with 'hopeless' cases... fill them with high school drop-outs and lower class minorities... let our children grow up
I Love You MotherI watched them smile happily at each other; I stood wide eyed at the fluidity of their movements: bending with each gust of wind and the sun warming their leaves, making them shift slightly. I kept my distance as I observed them, they tracked the sun with a hidden compass and never straying from their designated path. Each day they would lift their heads to the sky and gaze longingly at the pale golden rays blazing above them.I Love You Mother6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
They would twinkle little melodies each time the sun would break from a stray cloud and shine even brighter. Their green hands would fold downward when the rain fell from the above, like tiny, clear pearls dropping delicately to the ground. I'd watch in amazement at the long complicated dances they would perform for their only audience, the Sun.
With their leafy tendrils they would carry loved ones high in the air, illuminated by the sheer joy the sunlight brought them. Raising their voices in unison they sang praise for the shower of golden rays that woke them e
EphemeraEphemera9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found an old map of my life in the closet today,
worn almost to the point of tearing.
It was burnt at one end, my birth I suppose.
Pieces of it still crumble when I'm not careful.
The first roads are drawn in crayon and lead only in circles.
There is a picture of a man sitting at a table shaped like the moon
somewhere around my sixth birthday.
My father perhaps. I don't remember.
By the age of eleven the first small houses appear,
my friend Tommy with his German Shepard shooting cap guns,
further down, real guns, another hole. Of course
none of this is to scale. The first graves appears at age
twelve, my grandmother is drawn wearing a black dress
made of constellations. I stand next to her holding a toy spaceship.
By this time the trees behind my house are quite detailed,
their leaves cut from old green food stamps. The compass
is backward. West is East. South is missing.
There is a
Thieves Army -FINALThieves Army -FINAL13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THIEVES ARMY - FINAL WRITEUP
Deep in the city where night covers sky
An ordinary town to an unfocused eye
A particular district close to its core
Where good going folk stay at night time indoor
Where guards of the kingdom walk always in threes
In one tavern corner, were meeting two thieves
Noticing Lark, when he came in
Alec greeted him hastily and flashed him a grin
"Sit down, relax and have a good drink,
I have a proposal to offer, so think..."
"A proposal of what?" Lark curious asked
"A raid on lost treasure, a very light task,
No guards, no patrols so no need for fighting,
So to some of us it will not be exciting..."
"You know well enough, that I avoid a fight"
"A thief with a conscience." He nodded "Yeah, right
But your reputation with traps is exquisite
So I figured out, I'd pay you a visit."
"I would have guessed this just wasn't a chat."
"So very true, Lark. You're right about that."
"Lets get to the point then. Where and when?"
"As soon as were ready, assembled and then,
DemonsThey surround me from everywhere,Demons7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding through the cracks,
Pouring from the ceiling,
Up the stairs and through the walls.
Through the curtains and into the mirror,
The breath against my skin chilling me to my bone.
Why do you run away when I am in most dire need?
I suppose they have driven you away... I have driven you away..
What can I say to express my sorrow, my regret?
These monsters will overtake me.. they will rip me apart.
Before I can even make anything better...
My whole life is just one long, continuous bad note.
Sanity falls away from me,
And I'm not even privileged the strong walls of insanity.
No.. the only thing that defines me is raw flesh,
Raw bone and raw pain.
My soul is wrapped thin around my heart,
A skin to define the only thing that still shines.
Or is it the only thing that darkens the light...?
They tell me to hum a tune,
Continuously it runs through my mind...
Hum a tune..
Hum a tune..
Hum a tune..
About innocents murdered and bloodcurd
Water of LifeWater of Life9 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
Cliffs of PressureCliffs of Pressure7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
warming against your feet
swirling up through the rocks
beckoning you downward
beating much faster now
kissing your skin and lips
that the ocean could bring
darkening around you
to leap into the air
on the cliffs of pressure
crashing down to water
the absolution there
right before it hits you
all your doubts for later
the chilling of your blood
just a moment longer
you could stay forever
in the cold surrender
for a life worth living
to the surface again
more than you did before