Petals and Ash IPetals and Ash I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What do you do when you have a life- no, not a life a curse- where you are surrounded by nothing but death? The pleasure of looking forward to death ripped from your control? To be immortal
There is no elixir, no weapon and absolutely no thread of life that will be cut for me if anything tried to take my life. Trust me I have tried.
What good is it to be eternally bound to this Zeus-forsaken body I've been given when it feels like I'm constantly living the regret of a simple mistake by choosing the wrong stick in a game of "shortest stick looses?"
To be the Lord of the Underworld
Guardian of lost souls.
Forever bound to the darkness.
Hades The Damned.
Years, decades, centuries, millenniums, eons and eons of being forgotten in this Hell of a place literally- while my brothers and sisters drink, party and enjoy the warmth of spring time and the changing of seasons the golden rays of Helios' mighty sun. The feeling of my brother, Poseidon's coo
Petals and Ash IIPetals and Ash II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hours have passed and the sun continues to sink lower and lower before it will reach the western horizon. Anxiously waiting, I continue to watch Persephone as the light in her smile and the fluid bounce in her step seems to have vanished. Her harvesting rituals seem as if it is her first time encountering a newborn seed, as if she's never done this before. Countless times she even appeared to be distracted, as if something in the distance has caught her eye and she can't seem to bring herself back to earth. During one of these spells, she happened to cut her finger on a rose bush she had been tending to, something she has never done before.
Persephone has always been very careful and even graceful with her work. As any artist does, she takes her time to make sure that it is simply perfection. She would harvest all day and not have a speck of soil on her or her light yet modest outfit. But today, her flawless rosy hued pink skin was turning into a scarred and bloody me
Gutter- The LenoreThe Laughing Sailor was, in Loch's opinion, the perfect example of a tavern- at least, the kind his father had warned him to stay away from. So, naturally, it lifted his spirits a little to go inside. Most of the men were already roaring drunk, a few girls were sitting in the laps of strangers and giggling foolishly, and Loch was certain that there was a brawl beginning in the corner of the room.Gutter- The Lenore4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was soon confirmed when one of the men threw another onto a table, sending crockery and mugs clattering everywhere, while the surrounding people began egging the two on.
"Over here," Nemi said, pulling him towards the barman, an ugly fellow with dark eyes and very little hair left. He leered at Nemi as they approached, and gave her a condescending snort when they were in front of him.
"Wha' ya want now, girl?" The man asked her, reaching down and beginning to clean out a glass in a dirty pail of water that he had set under the bar.
"Oh, nothing much," Nemi replied airily, gesturing
Oneword: RunawayOneword: Runaway3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John shuffled home from a long, menial day at work. He drudged up the stairs and stood in the door frame of 221B. Everything was exactly how he had left it. No thumbs in the fridge, no chemicals burning away on the kitchen table, no violin wavering away through the air and no gangly detective sitting in the leather armchair. John glanced at his own chair, despairing the thought of another day sitting in it with nobody across from him.
Instead of taking his jacket off and settling in, he turned back around and hurried down the steps. He had barely remembered to lock the door behind himself before sprinting away down Baker street, trying to escape everything that reminded him of Sherlock.
Gutter- Potatoes Loch, many years ago, had discovered that he was a morning person. This was to the dismay of his father, who, despite having to wake up early most mornings, had always been more partial to sleeping late. Loch had made it a habit of running to his father's bedroom and jumping onto his bed to wake him up as a morning ritual. At least, a ritual until his father ordered Opello to keep Loch occupied when he woke up in the mornings.Gutter- Potatoes4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, however, Loch knew that his perception of a morning person and Nemi's were entirely different. At least, he thought as he fumed into his pillow, I woke up with the sun, and not before. Nemi had woken him a few moments ago, reminding him cheerfully that he had offered to help Min this morning. Loch lay still for a few more moments, grumbling quietly to himself, before pushing himself up and swinging his feet off the bed, shivering a little when they touched the cold floo
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Gutter(Prologue)Gutter4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A wet splash echoed in the twisting chamber each time one of Nemi's boots made contact with the dank water coating the floor. Despite the slime clinging to her boots, however, Nemi's expression stayed determined, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Her splashing steps were fixed in a continuous, rather monotonous rhythm, until she reached a fork in the tunnels, where they paused. A few moments later, she turned on her heel and chose the left passage, confidence making her steps lighter than before. The package slung over her shoulder swung back and forth as she walked, but she didn't seem concerned in the slightest for it's welfare, tossing it over her shoulder to get it out of her way when it slipped forward again.
Twenty years ago, a person traveling this far underground, even in the treacherously winding sewers, would be decidedly normal. The underground sewers had then been a source
A Race Against TimeThe clock was ticking. Every second that passed by seemed like a death sentence. Time was short, I had to get my paper done on time. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead.A Race Against Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All that existed in the world at the moment was me and the question paper on my desk. I was completely disconnected from everything around me. I had a race to win; the race against time.
I tightly gripped my pen and began writing as if my life depended on it. My arm moved back and forth like the rain-wipers in a car, as I frantically filled every line with words. All the nights that I had spent cramming for this exam would finally pay off..if only I could remember what I had studied. I froze. My mind went blank. I couldn't find the words to answer all those frightening questions.
I had spent the whole night before the exam preparing and desperately cramming everything I could from the gigantic course. I had an unlimited supply of
Daca te visez iar?surprinzatorDaca te visez iar?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dupa ce-am fumat
ce-ti creste noaptea
in jurul ochilor
si pe care ti-o etalezi
cand iti dau binete
rauri-randuri seci de clipe
imi trec si-acum
drept printre umeri
cu-un nasul lipit de geam
privesc epoca ta
dar am ramas cu-n tic
ma conectez la mirobolanta
ta prezenta zilnic
daca te visez iar?
Apasare in timpinrosituri de pasta de pix pe hartieApasare in timp7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
un cantec de leagan surasurilor tale
ma legan pe ele
le strang la piept cu ochii
si sper ca maine sa-mi ingane
bataile-n timpane si inima
as muri iar
calare pe-o scandura
pe cer stai tu
azi am mai cucerit o inaltime
doar am atins-o
si mi-e frica
nu de cadere, ci de greutatea
aripilor ce par o povara
chiar si pentru norii insangerati
de atingerile soarelui
se scurg picaturi reci
le prind in pumn
sa te hranesti din amaraciunea lor
sa te aduca o treapta mai jos
dar e tarziu
caci a trecut si maine...
suflare am inca-n buzunare
si te fluiera cand treci
momentan savurez pacatul
de ati fi profanat sirul
gandurilor despre ieri
iarta-mi a treia personalitate
e derutata rau atunci cand razi
asa striveste timpul
corole si idei
asa sfidez eu timpul
si te astept
ca sa fim doi...
Ecce Homopanzerjon © 2011Ecce Homo4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Looking down He saw
a mass on the hill of skulls.
the crowd whom He led to life
now goading Him to death.
the clacking dice of the soldiers
vultures squabbling for the prize.
the seeking sheep who were lost
spirits willing against weak flesh.
the keepers of the Law
hypocrisy embodied and laced with spite.
the man under authority
seeking to know what is Truth.
the women of Jerusalem
mourning afar for the Man of Sorrows.
the outlaws hung on trees
one saved and the other --
His mother's heart-pierced pain
ebbing on her dust-caked face.
the disciple who fled but stayed
once lost but now was found.
Then He saw across each of these
a little child (who is you and me)
cowering, imploring Him to look away
whimpering, "O unworthy! I sinned against Thee!"
And beneath a blood-washed crown He
bowed, smiled and said,
"It is finished."
Mortmaine dimineata o sa ma trezesc mortMort7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
si o sa bantui fara tinta
si argintul viu din mine se va fi innegrit deja
e 3 dimineata
si niciun abur de cafea nu-mi va reda vigoarea
de data asta
karma mi-a intrat in coma
moarte clinica a vointei
dar ce vorbesc? deja sunt mort!
vreau sa-mi aduca la mormant
flori presate in jurnalul ei
vreau sa fiu inmormantat cu ochii deschisi
in speranta ca o s-o vad plangand pe langa groapa
vreau sa faceti liniste
s-aud cum mi s-a faurit sicriul
din trunchiul a trei copaci cu schepsis
mahon sangeriu, ca incheieturile mele
abanos mortiu, ca parul ei
si pluta, sa nu ma traga Styxul in valtoare
m-a prins iar negura sticloasa a noptii
si m-am infiorat nitel
e dimineata si n-am putut sa merg cu mortii
caci n-am dormit defel...
Transeema ploua...Transee7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scriu o scrisoare
intr-un transeu parasit
si degeaba unesc cu unghia
picurii dinaintea ochilor
batalia s-a terminat
si gandurile mi se mureaza
odata cu mazgaliturile
de pe fila
falfai anost din aripi...
fara niciun rost
pene imi plang pe spate
sunt imbacsit si raschetat
var mainile in buzunare
spatiu negru al maruntisurilor
ce-mi faceau zborul traibil
dezolari cu iz de desfrau
m-astept sa cad intr-altul
cat de curand
Muzeitraiasca inima-mi accidentataMuzei7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fa-te comoda pana se naste poezia
ma duc de tanar
o inima si-un sfert
ma tragen-n jos
sau peste canapea
acolo unde stai
prin timp si ceata de intrebari
as calatori impopotionat
dar daca dau in spatele usii tale
de-un zid finut de caramizi?
ti-as mazgali tornade de scrisori anonime
si le-as lipi undeva la vedere
pe fiecare cuvant, fiecare gand sau sunet
pe care le emiti intre orele 8 si 14
pe fiecare atingere, fiecare zambet sau incruntare
cu care-mi gratiezi linistea
mi-am luxat inima in privirea ta
ma faci sa beau mereu
din sanul negru al inspiratiei
visez la transhumanta saruturilor
din zone inalte, cand e frig
si joase pe caldura
pe teritoriul trupului tau
pe canapeaua ta de muza
pistruiez file cu versuri
Duhul din oglindatraieste-un duh bolandDuhul din oglinda8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
la mine in oglinda
apare numai seara
cu ochii in crepuscul
cand rupt mi-arunc privirea
pe neteda reflectie
in buze are bolduri
mainile-i sunt arse
de multele cosmaruri
pe piept, in stanga
si-o coase iar si iar
cu ac si ata albe
cu pacatul meu
duc mana ingherata pan la inima
si smulg pe negandite
leacul din plaga rosie
cu bruma de pe ochii-i mari clipeste
of, cat il doare si ma doare...
Insane AsylumInsane Asylum5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
standing here silent by the open door
words of anger being tossed around
here comes the fists of fury again
my heart wishes to be homeward bound
is there a difference weither my heart bleeds
my mind screams insane
my heart already knows pain
is there any difference
please tell me death is an option
bruises stain my legs and arms
tears stream down my cheeks
pretending he won't do any harm
how long will this last
this imperfect picture
a bloody fixture of my remains
perfect asylum for me, and only me
how long until I break
this Hell seems to be my only escape
something about him I just can't shake
but, it doesn't matter anymore
nothing matters anymore
Cuvinte si atingerisageti precum canturiCuvinte si atingeri8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
se inchid ermetic
in timpanele ei
sunt cuvinte marcante
ce danseaza tasnind
iradiant cu umbre
de pe obrajii
nepatati de luna
dar spalati de saruturi
ca plumbii de-aprinsi
ce o infasoara
asa cum este...
Nici macarsunt un alcoolic anonimNici macar7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ma-mbata mereu ochii ei de must
nici macar de vin
Un nimico alta noapteUn nimic8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
luminata de beculete
sparte de Craciun...
tine-o deasupra capului
pentru ca adevarata-ti
fata sa fie terifiata
de ceea ce vede...
esti o umbra
ce se hraneste din
un plutitor pe
ale celorlalte fiinte
mai rationale cateodata...
esti noroiul de pe
esti un fabricant de
un cultivator de
mucegai pe tot
ce inseamna oroare,
un ghimpe-n palma vietii...
nu mai esti frunza
trandafirie pe care
ascunse o antrena
ce fuge neatent
pe aripile fragile
de ploaie marunta...
nu mai esti pamblica
liliachie ce tine stransi
carliontii de virgina,
nu mai esti atingerea
furata a amantului noptatec
nici muscatura pasionala
de pe sanul parguit
nici sunetul de soapta...
soarelui de pe perete,
incinge-ti aura ferice
si iesi in lumea-ti
Fantoma buzelor tales-a spart leaganul fericirii...Fantoma buzelor tale8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunt doar un cersetor care ii culege cioburile
prin pojghita de noapte
ii culeg cioburile ca pe vise
si le beau ca pe sudoarea lunii...
unde e fantoma buzelor tale?
vreau sa-si depuna
bruma dogoritoare pe inima mea
vreau sa rup undita tacerii
vreau sa alung intunericul care imi tinea,
pana de curand,
gandirea imi afecteaza simturile
toamna imi afecteaza gandirea
bajbai pe filamentul ce leaga umbrele
de peretii inchisorii in care ma aflu
inchisoarea din piatra neagra
leaganul fericirii era doar o imitatie
a unei vieti perfecte
s-a spart de-asfaltul realitatii
dar eu nu pot inca sa evoluez
aruncandu-mi privirea spre ce e dincolo
ma hranesc cu vise prost filmate...
unde e fantoma buzelor tale?
Intalnirebastonul ploiiIntalnire8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
de vise inchegate
m-asteapta la coltul
cand buzele-mi crocante
se ciocnesc de
cuvertura de gheata
rosie pe care stam
intinsi dar calzi
se frange zgomotos
de imbratisarea noastra
...intalniri la colt de strada linistita, saruturi copilaresti si imbratisari calde...
Bacovianftizia cosmaruitaBacovian8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pe strazi gri cu aripi
in ritmul mov
impus de catre ea-
domnita decadenta de la pian
cu croncanit macabru
se linge inca
pe-al sau plisc
de frica ce nastea
zapada flescaita si sangele de abator
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened