Can I go live in a dreamlandCan I go live in a dreamland like in Inception????Can I go live in a dreamland2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want to create my own world.
My own heaven and hell.
Where reality and dream blend together into one.
Where time has no meaning.
Where you have ultimate creativity.
A place where I can be anything at a whim.
Please let join this dreamland!
I am lonely I am lonelyI am lonely2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am Tired of the so called bachelor life. Its over rated.
I am Tired of being just the friend.
Being the one you come to to complain about your spouses, boyfriends, or girlfriends.
I am tired of being the nice guy who finishes last because the females in my life want the exciting guy who abuses them day and night.
I am tired of world were if I some how say the above I am somehow looking at life as the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
Beginning of a novel.“Wake up wake up!”, a vigorous shacking of my shoulder by a very female voice was encouraging me to come out of my dream state. It was in a good part too. The beautiful girl on the beach, in her two part swim suit some place in the south pacific. Then she was gone, poof! Oh reality why do you hate me so? I was at the good part to.Beginning of a novel.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reality was slowly seeping back into my cobwebbed brain. And shacking went on like an earth quake and it was getting very annoying! I flung my right arm out to try to stop the Innocent shacking. No good with out opening my eyes I was blind as a mioptic bat. The shacking went on. The only way for it to stop my sleep deprived brain told me was to open my eyes and give her what she wants. So you know what I did? Opened my eyes, very reluctantly.
The low light compartment with its rows and rows of padded seats. Reminding me of on old style airplane from the late 20th century. With one big difference. There were in space and it was almost empty. Me and
five monthsi don't miss youfive months3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i miss who you were
when you were my magic man
and our days were filled with love
our nights with longing
when there were no fights
and you didn't believe in them
as part of "growth"
you still believed in magic
like i did
and i know i am to blame
i had to give you everything
i couldn't hold anything back
i loved you that much
it was me who planted the seed
oh so many years ago
as part of my gift of self to you
and it grew ... poison
its blooms ... lies
it was ME who did it
this is the thing i live with
night and day
i caused it ... gave you the poison
unknowingly .. innocently ... and in love.
i miss who you were. who we were.
GassedThe silence, I cannot hear it.Gassed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I can hear are the screams.
Even when we speak, we sing, we cry,
They scream as if they know no one can hear them.
And no one could.
The silence, it blinds me.
What is one moment of my life to their eternal sufferings?
What could it ever be?
The screams answer.
The screams go on.
Who will hear them? God is dead.
Just a Drink AwayCome...Just a Drink Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mind a shot,
a bottle or two?
Just a drink away
to free yourself
from those chains.
Just a drink away
for your senses
to gradually disappear.
Feel the shackles
crumble one by one...
Feel your soul
slowly fade away...
...Freedom at last!
And little did you know
that the next time
you open your eyes,
you'll find yourself
restrained, once again,
with the very chains
that you once have
freed yourself from.
EscapeTottering,Escape2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stumbling in the darkness.
a cranium swells like a balloon;
Monstrous thoughts scratching
and scouring for an escape.
A tender cheek lands on a cool surface.
the heavy load is unzipped,
right between the two pastures of hair.
inky black drippings spill out,
staining a virgin blanket of papery snow.
to an unheard rhythm,
the inklings lace
together on a grid of blue.
all jumbled and obscure.
a heart accelerates in a bony cave.
finding and ensnaring wounds like criminals.
tearing them away from their shaded sanctuary;
sadness their only ally.
Brought forth and smeared
on the paper in a heap of red.
from a dismal abyss,
an anguished soul once drenched in
loneliness and misery
has been purged;
exiled from its fleshy cave.
for all the world to see.
Dear HeartDear Heart,Dear Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sick Fires. The sun was particularly hot today, it bit at your skin viciously. If you were any normal easily sun burnt kid you would want to cry right about now, but your no sissy kid; You're a Strider, and Striders had to walk as big as they talked. You've been training like this on the hot tar roof with your brother longer than your memory could provide you. The blade came swinging as close to your face as it could come without actually cutting you. You should really remember to stop being so forgetful, zoning out is a bad idea when your that close to the edge of a 20 story building.Sick Fires.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Bro.." You spoke deliriously. Somehow talking really seemed to aggravate your already upset stomach. The image of your brother seemed off, obviously your eyes were acting up, as they do from time to time. The world seemed to tilt back and forth, when you realized you were actually moving in this motion. You drop to your knees, feeling as though you were about to lose the bit of
Draft 1 Chapter 1. The change,Draft 1 Chapter 1. The change,3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
he morning blazing threw my
living room windows. Dust particles are dancing in the rays of light,
to some unheard song. As I sit here in the shadows at my small dining
table. With its dishes from past meals. With its lonely chair I
now sit in. I can’t help to think of my life and what has
passed before my eyes in my 40 years.
What has my life come to? What were the highs and lows? Is there
meaning to my life? If I die today. Would anyone miss me? Is there
more to this life. All questions we all have to ask our selves at
some point in our lives.
Two years after the car
accident. Losing my marriage of 20 years and my two kids. Two
lovely daughters. Smart as whips and always made me smile. Now this
house feels empty. No cheerful screams or bitter tears that can only
come from youth.
A Sacrifice of SoldiersA Sacrifice of Soldiers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
John 15:13 "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."
Forgetful are the minds of those whose freedoms
Are bought with blood, they remember not
The meaning for which the scarlet stripes are
Meant, neither do they mourn for the prices paid by
The Dogs of War who protect these vulnerable sheep from destruction.
Ungrateful are the hate-filled spirits who usurp their
Authority to order these selfless warriors into selfish havoc
Till the gains of greed are satisfied through innocent life.
Demonic crusades beckon the rites of cowardly nobles to
Make a sacrifice of soldiers, whose worth is but
Dirt in the eyes of safe beholders, yet, no disgruntled
Remark will be heard from these Hell-walkers; they walk
Upright with heads high and hands tightly pressed
To leg without complaint; their duty: Courage.
By: Ben Dilliard
Atlas ShruggedAtlas shruggedAtlas Shrugged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you caught the Earth.
In the pause between breaths,
labored and pained,
you tried explaining
concepts of strength
while your bones creaked
and betrayed your bravado.
I will shoulder the world,
if you'd let me.
I've borne smaller globes
and understand the ache;
it's not to be carried alone.
And if I carry this with you,
perhaps we'd fall in step,
and roll this planet from your back
It makes me sad.It makes me sad.It makes me sad.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It makes me sad to see how the world has come down on relationships of a personal kind. I lament on how I would love to get married. Have a family. Have kids. Yet I get no end of grieve from people saying it is to hard. Its not worth it. Its to much trouble and on and on.
By that logic no should do anything hard. Like go to school and get an education. That is hard. It comes with hardships and great joys. It challenges you as a person. Or develop a hobby in something or a new skill. Everything is a challenge. It is tiring to see people say relationships are not worth it using this argument.
Like everything, it has to be worked on. It has to grow like a seed into a large oak tree. It does not happen over night or with snap of the fingers. Some hard is worth doing. It makes you grow as a person. Relationships are one of those things.
It is sad, as my gay friends are trying to find that meaningful relationships. My straight friends are trying to abandoned it. As a stra
Van GoghSlip intoVan Gogh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first vestige of
blush of a summer's
day already aglow
glistens, an aureole
of molten gold
as sunflowers puddle
at your feet.
ElsewhereNights like these I stay awake watching glass shardsElsewhere2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shine in heaven-light, and my mother says that I should go, Elsewhere.
Rain doesn't stop for the little losts—underwater at one o'clock;
still the streetlights blaze like midnight suns, and whale song drifts
past parked cars.
Nights like these I am waterlogged, wandering, and I don't find
Atlantis just a sofa downtown where the whale lovesongs are raindrop-borne,
slipping through the window and dripping onto hands. I remind myself I am
only alone, though missing—the weight of my cat on my feet and my
sister's soft sleeping.
The Promise of the CladdaghLove may you reign supreme,The Promise of the Claddagh10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Friendship may you always bring.
Ever present loyalty stand at the side.
Healing and offering a gentle hand.
Offering hope to those who need you most.
Simple ring how can you bring so much?
Less sparkle than any manner of gem,
More humble than most would understand.
So few will ever grasp,
Perhaps that is your charm.
Meaning nothing to many,
Everything to some.
Simple ring how can you mean so much?
Heart held bound by hands of friendship.
Loyalty the crowning gift of love.
Amazing those that could adore you correctly.
Being passed over as nothing but a trinket to everyone else.
There can be consideration of love.
Never though a passing whim.
The completion though is the utmost importance.
Two souls entwined to the point of being one.
Half finished sentences need not be said,
The other already knows the thought.
Simple ring you guard my soul.
Unrequited loveUnrequited loveUnrequited love1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Who here has suffered unrequited love? Would you not agree it is one of the hardest feelings in the world? Nothing something that is easy to let go or forget. Were you can feel it in the very bottom of your soul. You just want to cry out to that person, but can’t. The tears flow down your cheeks. Leaving you alone with your heart and feelings. Never sharing what you really feel about that person. Knowing they will never return the same feelings you have for them.
Can live in a sad world. Would you not agree? The anguished, the pain, the tears. The deep sadness knowing it will never work out. The feeling you will never be with that person. Emotional bonds that wont happen in this life. <b>
Greatest sounds one can hear is children playing.One of the greatest sounds one can hear is children playing in the park. It brings back happy memories of youth, were you did not have a care in the world. A world were you can do anything. You can make it what you want with just a little imagination.Greatest sounds one can hear is children playing.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sounds as an adult you know if you don't hear it. Something is wrong. Happy kids means happy people, a happy world. Children are our future. Our pride, our love and joy. World don't screw it up by destroying the joy of youth. The joy I once felt when I was that age.
Do not make them lose their innocence, let them have the enjoyment of not knowing about the horrible crap we adults have to face. Let them imagine, pretend, play, and create their world. Childhood comes only once. Do not destroy it for them.
SeashineSacred skinSeashine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where heavens and ocean
an imprint on salted lungs
of aching, of
a moonlit yearning upon the
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
Sky EyesDesert hands tell talesSky Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a hundred arid summers, but
you are no longer as cloudless as they
(there is a storm
creeping through blue, blue veins).
But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,
that grey cascade blurring against
eyelids and horizons;
and suppress her misbegotten
droplets, seeping into the sodden
for there is still sun in your sky eyes.
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 1F09T Book 1 Chapter One - Larissa Of FoxwoodFOX09T Book 1 Chapter 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets. He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open. Yes, she was stirring. Soon she would be awake. His guardian duties were done for another night. He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed and alighted with a little jump from the bed to the floor. His four black-stockinged paws made no sound as he padded across the hardwood floor. Then came the short hop to the dresser top beneath the open window. There he hesitated to turn and regard his sleeping charge for a moment before departing. He wondered how such a seemin
weightmy fingers are full of his words.weight3 years ago in Letters More Like This
the scary thing here is not the hideous monster
lurking in the ribbons of my bones, the diseased
and paranoid vile animal that hunts in the avenues
of my poetry-stained mind. the horror in
this gateway, this carbon elaboration, has more a face
when described in passing as an empty bedroom, full of
a sweet pain, a mirage of light in the growing halls beyond
the door, the walls groaning and releasing musty exhalations
as the feeling fills and fills the room, like such bittersweet
memories, the kind that rush through you
with sharp feet, begging that you unwind time,
unlive the torture, something so unbearably lovely
there is nothing to do but endure. and endure.
and this greedy tongue of the sun, unfolding, spitting,
is wrapping me up in clandestine cities, skyscraping flames,
the gems of dreamer's tears glittering in the smoke.
the pain manifests, ripping out my glue and button eyes,
the harsh staples tearing free with small licks of sound.