CarolingEach spring as a childCaroling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when family parties of
by then were just
mere echos in my head
I'd go a-caroling
while playing in the
fresh mud of our garden
toes wriggling deep
alongside the sow bugs
that tilled the soil
tomboy that I was
still in my Sunday best
my voice would rise up
to the birds perched
on the backyard fence
as I'd go a-caroling
taking in the dappled sun
strained through the branches
of a eucalyptus
that had a treehouse
where you could find me
a-caroling so free and easy
in that tree all breezy
in the crow's nest swaying
watching for pirates - avast!
I'd call out, saying
to the cap'n far below
Mom's calling us for lunch!
and off we'd go a-caroling
just as fast as we could
back in my childhood
where scraped knees were kissed
and summers were bliss,
and all was safe for a while
within my mother's smile.
The Tale of an Argonian ch.1Gazing towards the distant mountains, Makeo let out a sigh. "Another long day," he said to himself, scratching the back of his scaly neck. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon. It would be dark soon; he had to start making his way home. He stood, picking up the sack he had filled with mushrooms that day, and began walking away from his sitting place.The Tale of an Argonian ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This sitting place was located on the northeastern edge of a hill about an hour's walk from Makeo's home. Specifically, it was against a large oak tree on the edge of the hill. He would walk to this tree with his breakfast every morning, then sit and eat while contemplating ways to escape his mundane life. After his morning meal, he would go home and do the day's work, later spending the afternoon hours collecting mushroom caps, firewood, or whatever his uncle needed. Every evening, he returned to sit underneath the tree until sunset. It was the only place where he really felt alone and free to think and dream as he please
Red MeatI asked one-hundred men:Red Meat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it something you should avoid -
Is it the bane of your existence
that you contemplate
all you cannot fathom, like
how your body has hair growing where it
never used to be, and no longer
grows hair where you'd like it to be?
Does it make you more aggressive,
or is it red meat
that affects you in this way?
Is it the lack of oral sex,
or owning a dog that always detects
your ball sweat
but you don't want to switch to a cat
for fear of what
the neighbors might think.
Is this why road rage has gotten
worse over the years,
or exists at all?
Or is it a cry for help, chafing from
all that sweat, making pores larger
from masturbating while stuck in gridlock?
I've pondered these things lately.
Halo Reach: Death of JorgeHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Jorge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Jorge
I stood motionless.
The barrel of my MA37 smoked, leaving tendrils of fading wisps in the air.
And I stood, barely making a sound.
Ever since the last of the Covenant forces in the hangar bay of the Covenant Corvette, The Ardent Prayer, everything's gone too quiet.
I barely made any sound, barely made any movement...
Nor I barely breathed...
I both watched my motion-tracker and the shadows of each and every corner that filled this hangar bay.
And I could feel the sweat crawling down my brow, and each and every part of my body has gone intense.
Because there is this one thing that always clicked in my mind:
I have a bad feeling about this.
But to my relief and surprise, I can hear my COM emitting some static before Jorge's voice ringed out, "Six, meet me back at the Pelican."
It was my only response.
I made one last sweep across the area and checking the motion-tracker before I can confirm myself that its all clear.
With that out of the way, I made my w
Shibari Haiku RengaShibari Haiku Renga6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my weight settles-
shadow on the wall-
a sapling's quiver
herons take flight
the rope master's
work of art
.:Dancing Alone:.She feels empty ever since the cassette.:Dancing Alone:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stopped playing her lullaby and made
dancing seem impossible when it used
to be effortless; effortless because it was
their dance, their
song, their story to write freely but
when he no longer wished to write
she tried to continue, until she
realized the pen contained no more ink, and
she had to face the fact that this
was where she had to end the
dancing, the music, the story ; for she was
alone in it.
Argonian's Revenge Chapter 1Argonian's Revenge Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Beginning of a Horrible Life
South of the city of Thorn in the swamps of Black Marsh of Tamriel an argonian tribe is celebrating the youngest of the tribe's hatchday. His name is Cog-rein, a 8 year old argonian going on 9. His parents just brought in a nice large uberhulk larva carcass to cook over the
His mother walked over to him and stroked his dorsal ridge and smiled. Cog-rein smiled
back. Happy hatchday my son she says as she continues to smile to her child. Cog-rein
inched towards his uberhulk prize. Several tribe elders noticed one of the scouts running
towards the huts. Cog-rein didn't notice as his mouth watered for his hatchday present.
Soon almost all the tribe's adults were in a group talking in argonian dialect. Now Cog-rein
noticed and waddled over to his parents. Whats
only loveAn image flashes and shows meonly love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for the signal
to continue on my way
but I never make it.
a vehicle fast approaching
unseen and unheard
until it's upon me
and ends my journey,
all of my journeys
in the blink of an eye
a dazzling hail of glass
in colors of the street lights,
a violent whiplash of my hair
flowing through water
a wide-angle view one second,
a pane of white mesh the next
wrapped around my body
and every poem,
every love letter,
get-well card and shopping list
I would ever write
spills out of me
till it's all floating
in the oil-slick puddles
on the road and the pavement
my mind already sluggish
as I sat, placidly content
after a large dinner
an hour before
giving my car the reins
knowing the way home
and so happy that moment,
I didn't realize how much
now that night had come,
surrounded by a galaxy of
city lights like so many stars.
And all I remember feeling
was the love-
The Mew Thief HypothesisThe Mew Thief HypothesisThe Mew Thief Hypothesis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Within Which a new Explanation
of the Presence of Myriad Genetic Lines
Within Mew is Explored
Mew is a pokémon shrouded in mystery and mythology. Purported to be the "ancestor of all pokémon," despite obvious issues with that claim, Mew continues to be a popular pokémon in modern society, particularly amongst the more secular peoples, who treat the pokémon with a reverence normally reserved for deities. It boggles the mind, but habit and tradition will do that to even the best of minds.
This topic is not new to me, as I have often encountered so many of the "Mewists," those scientists who continue to support the Mew Hypothesis of Genesis, in my studies. I find their stubbornness to even look at other hypotheses annoying, and their tendency to push their hypothesis on others with close-to religious fervor unnerving. Most recently, my research into the reality of Egg Groups unearthed a number of Mewists, including some of my clos
I Don't COMPLETELY Hate YouI Don't COMPLETELY Hate YouI Don't COMPLETELY Hate You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was Kami's birthday, so he wanted to avoid everyone as much as possible. Having people be so damn happy and telling him crud like Happy Birthday got on his nerves. So he was chilling in his room when SHE, Demi, just HAD to burst into his room.
"Kami!" she squeeled. "I made you a birthday cake, with Capu's help, of course. This one didn't become part of the bowl, this time!" she said proudly and held up a carrot cake, sloppily iced and a bit crooked.
Kami stared at the cake, then twitched his lips in disgust. "Don't want it."
Oh, don't be like that, have a tast-" Demi started, untill she tripped and the cake flew into the air, landing on Kami's head.
"Um, Kami, remember that contract you sighned? You know, the one that sais you can't kill me?" Demi said nervously.
Kami set down his knife, and walked out of the room, heading for the bathroom.
Moments later, Kami came back into his room, freshly clean.
And stood at the doorway in shock. His
Tainted AngelHiding in the corner,Tainted Angel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With his wings tucked in,
Tears in his eyes,
And cuts in his skin,
He once was innocent,
At some point in time,
Because of his scars,
He's no longer divine,
His wings are withered,
His arms rest on his knees,
His tears run down,
As fast as his wrist bleeds,
Do you see him,
Hiding over there,
Are you going to act,
Like you don't care,
In torment and tears,
He does dwell,
We cannot help,
This Tainted Angel...
the scent of rindwhile segmenting an orangethe scent of rind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I absent mindedly walk the garden
a waxing crescent moon ascends
for the third day in a row
racing the juice
that runs up my arms
my mind unchanging in spite of
the day's unrelenting heat
that has turned into night
and too warm to wear it down
faint light hooks the ends of
my hair at that moment
and how lovely the scent of rind
won't wash off of me for days
ImpetusIt is when spirit has released itsImpetus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
circle into a sea of impetus-
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,
to assuage the widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all that you promise her.
Lest you wade the murky depths in the
guise of an albino salamander,
avoiding consumption while traversing
the maze of surface fires
that block the way, and flotillas of
their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.
And from the mantle of your blindness
you sense amidst the current
a jagged danger on the far side
where brittle struts from bone of baleen
threaten to sabotage the integrity
of your shape-shifting escape.
Little-known the consequences.
No book of shadows to guide us,
nor the written divination of runes, or
reed scriptures from the after world.
The encryption simply reads that
there is nothing more, once it is begun.
WhenWhen7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When time was young
and fish were wise,
a little boy would
guard the boats
his people used
for gathering food,
while their gods watched
over them from skies
that used to lie closer
to the water and the earth-
for this was the place
where the wind came to rest
and the sea would caress
the edge of the world,
and bless those who
trusted in the rhythm of
life, until the
cycle of death would
come and set them free-
to watch over
a little boy who
guarded the boats,
when time was young
and fish were wise.
Hugs and KissesHugs and Kisses8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the remaining twilight that is left,
The earth keeps spinning me away from you.
Seems I know just what to say
Too bring the rain clouds.
Seems I know just what to do
Too feel cold.
Long gone are the days,
When my pain could be kissed away.
This is a dream poem disorientated,
Too shy too pickup a girl,
Too sad too scream.
Too slow too run away,
Too sick too work
And too stupid too interpret silent roars.
This is a dream invaded by an army of nightmares,
It's much to much.
I'm in a state of chaos I can't describe
Thousands of hugs and kisses deep,
I'm in as deep as a divorce.
Deeper still than love and deaths
I'm in as deep as a fight,
Deeper still than a mass grave.
I'm in as deep as all of these wounds put together
And deeper still are my screams.
More and more I sink deeper,
Just like before my world was abused.
Gone are the days when a kiss or a hug could repair my little world,
Never been kissed once like it since.
Eden : FireEden : Fire3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
89 : Fire
Fingers wrapped with well worn leather grasp onto a chunk of flame red hair, yanking back desperately in a feeble attempt to stop the momentum that's rapidly carrying his companion within reach of sharp metal-like claws aimed for the tenderness of an exposed throat.
Too late the Trader realizes his folly when a second set of claws streamlines back, a shriek of pain torn from his lips as hot crimson liquid boils to the surface when the Hunter rakes down -his skin and tissue shredded as if his wrist were made of simple parchment, forcing the man to release his grip in an instant. Without pause his would-be captive spins again, red rimmed silver eyes reflecting little beyond acute rage and determination as he lunges for the Trader's companion once more, felling him so quickly that he's given no time to even scream as he crumples onto the rough ground below.
Surrounded by four others in the campaign, another Hunter lies already subdued the same creature t
Myths of SheogorathSheogorath Invents MusicMyths of Sheogorath6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence.
"What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful."
Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and inspired calls of birds. Their voices were wretched and mundane. He could not change the nature of mortals, for that was the purview of other Daedric Princes. However, he could give them tools to make beautiful sounds.
Sheogorath took hold of the petulant woman and ripped her asunder. From her tendons he made lutes. From her skull and arm bones he made a
Seisui Naito: Pt. 2Seisui Naito: Pt. 22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zanpakutō Name: Yūrei (Ghost)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Yūrei, the fearsome blade of the Kenpachi, has sown the seeds of a dark reputation. The rumors from its whispered name always speak of its raw power: the destructive past, present, and future that it seems to embody. Outside of Chūsei, the legendary Zanpakutō of Harotaissen Tsuribakki, this particular weapon is considered to be the most spectacular blade in the Gotei 13. And such compliments are not given lightly; dozens of scholars have studied the spiritual power, abilities, and history of the weapon, writing veritable encyclopedias on its every intricacy and nuance. The fact that its powers have allowed 'the Ghost' to live over two centuries past the average for a man in his condition is astounding, and many believe that it holds the secret to elongated life. Whether or not this is actually true has
You play too much Ace Combat?You play too much Ace Combat?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
After a research made trough different forums and website dealing with the gaming subject "Ace Combat"... we found out that this game can cause a serious change in a persons personality and behaviour. This happens often because the players of Ace Combat are often to addicted to that game.
You play too much Ace Combat when:
-You downloaded from the internet all the soundtracks from Ace Combat... including the one of Ace Combat Advance and even the ripoff soundtrack from AC6 demo.
-When a friend of yours convinces you to do something, you reply "Let's do this Garuda 1!".
-You pick a favourite country of AC world according to your own nationality; USA=Osea, Germany=Belka, Russia=Yuktobania, etc.
-You don't find an AC nation comparable to your country, you create your own new country in AC world and you make a whole new Ace Combat version.
-When you're on the shower or bored you normaly whistle, but you whistle AC5 and AC6 main themes.
-You're counting the days until the Circum-Pacific War
throwbackI saw a young man today;throwback5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a photo of him kneeling
and draped in a flag
I found him online
and was struck by how
he looks like David
an uncle I never knew
but wish I could have-
to tell him I love him
intrigued with his looks
and how he reminds me
of me - a throwback;
dropped stitches in a quilt
the two of us,
mismatched of the family-
we don't look familiar
except to each other,
related by proxy
the first time I saw
his image, my bird voice
chirped, "He was so nice!"
how did I know?
with his black & white grin-
the pieces within me
kindred spirits throughout,
separated by generations
and bonded with scout pledges
I've always missed him
because I know him, but
he couldn't wait that long-
something went very wrong
long before I was born,
too late when time would sag
overturning his world,
the Pawtucket kid in a jeep
getting the news flash
it was ending- that they'd
be sending him home, covered
in a freshly draped flag
Becausebecause I love,Because5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I weep when night falls
causing me to see
less ordinary wonders
than by day,
when the moon
cannot feign it's
because I love,
I can write about
the saddest moments-
of the Pleiades
rising in my eyes,
and the faces of my
shadows of reeds o'er me
when I'm gone,
who's roots would
embrace me tenderly
as does he now,
not worthy this pain,
indulging the fragrance
that conceals my absence
in spite of
what cannot be spoken
and the broken whirls
of my fingertips
to reach but not touch,
the saddest moment I write,
because I love
EFF THE CHEESE... I think...I like you,EFF THE CHEESE... I think...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I like cheese.
I like cheese as much
you hate cheese!
I don't know how!
But you do!
And it makes me sad!
I like you...
so I can't hate
I just really
that this doesn't
Get in the way,
of our relationship!
Cheese and dumpster-love.
Ain't that healthy?
sophmore slumpi lost my drive for achievement,sophmore slump7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've misplaced my will for success,
i can't bring myself to try harder,
i'm really becoming a mess.
i'm in too deep,
a little too late,
though i still care,
i'll just sit and wait.
i'm destroying my world,
i've let you down,
i'm a disappointment,
in my imperfections i drown.
i have no drive to try,
i've pretty much given up hope,
i have no reason to change this,
i don't know how to cope.