Faery SongThere's something hovering at the edge of your awareness that should be given a voice. You see, your flirtatious inquiries as to what I did with those old angel wings of mine are certainly not far off the mark. You've stumbled into a faery ring when you stepped into my life, though I doubt you're aware. There's a whole 'nother world that lurks in the shadows and sunbeams on the edge of your vision, taking part in Pagan worship you can only dream about. There's a reason the fae held their court outside my window when you paid a visit. Remember when we sat in silence on my bed, grinning like fools as we listened to their laughter? You marveled how the smoke we exhaled through the screen seemed to curl around invisible forms and dying plants as if it had a life all its own. In reality, the faeries were weaving their magic outside the window in pinstripe stockings and barefoot gaiety. Queen Aine herself was there that day, dancing the Spiral dance with Morrigan and Creide and Brigid, so itFaery Song6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
HollowIn the darkening twilight, I often find myself... lost. Memory disintegrates, personality withers, and the touch of plastic feels strange on my skin. The dark sucks in my soul, reels it in like a drifting trout, and hangs it up to dry next to hundreds of others like it. We dry, slowly, blowing in the false breeze, absorbing the taste of smoke and salt. How long we hang, I don't know. But, when I'm abruptly cut down and thrown back into the water, the sensation is like a gasp. Moisture soaks into my skin, and I'm within myself again, though shrunken and empty from the change.Hollow6 years ago in Horror More Like This
We are not human. Oh, yes, on the outside we appear so. But look at us sideways, and there's a glimmer, a sheen that's not natural. It clings to our skin, as if we've been left so long in the cold that the essence touches us still, revealing us as "different". It's a mark of pride, a mark of shame, yet we wear it with a diffidence that would make a movie star burn with envy. Each step, each touch, comes away cold &
How I Knew I Was PaganHow I Knew I Was Pagan12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I was raised Roman Catholic. I did the whole thing. First Confession. First Communion. Confirmation. I was even the girl to carry the baby Jesus up to the front of the church and place him in the Nativity scene every Christmas until I was 8. Played Mary in the Christmas play from age 9 to 13. In every respect, I was a good catholic.
But something didn't feel right.
My mother read playing cards to tell people their future. She even taught me how to do it. I had dreams that came true and would sometimes get a 'feeling' about something. All of these things where a part of who I was and felt natural. Yet the church would have judged me as being evil. In the church's eyes, these things were evil and so was anyone that did so. But how could something that felt so natural, so much a part of me, be evil? I wasn't evil.
When I was 14 or 15, I stopped going to church. I couldn't stand to sit there and listen to how many ways we were damned to hell. I didn't even believe in hell.
Believing In Invisible WingsUncertainty sprouts from questions insideBelieving In Invisible Wings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finding your faith, beginning to try
Leaving behind the preconceived notions
Placing your trust in other's devotions
Looking ahead and taking the leap
Believing in wings that no one can see
Reaching beyond your physical self
Learning to feel the one somewhere else
Questioning those who seem to know best
They haven't known your life and its test
Never forgetting the things you have learned
Even though they can prove false in turn
Searching the strange 'scape that's inside
A whole other world, waiting to fly
Feeling the energy reach through all nature
Causing your life to change and to fracture
Chasing the past while looking ahead
A path that spirals through living and dead
The spiritual quest has many goals
To be an Other means seeing your soul
Faerie RingRound and roundFaerie Ring8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing our peace
Ashes to ashes
Fleece to fleece
Mushrooms and toadstools
Flowers and leaves
Magic and beauty
But the parent grieves
And humans no choice
Sing with us Sisters
Dance with us Brothers
If you're looking for danger
You can find no others
Invisibility Eloped With Murdeand now i'm just a skeleton in my closet because silenceInvisibility Eloped With Murde5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
has nibbled what was ever left of me.
My NameLeave my hand, and fly awayMy Name5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can lose my way without you
I just forgot you and your lies
I'm sick of your useless words
Noise that breaks my silence sweet
Insignificant notes of your false life
When your nightmares embrace you
When the night is so cold and black
At the end, you shout my name.
bird songi told myself i'd never compare the two of youbird song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but his eyes are so much brighter
if we still talked i'd tell you, i'm happy now,
in the saddest of ways but i am happy now,
i would say, momentarily, warily,
but somehow i would.
just don't you tell me, you're happy too.
Aniseed.the shower; your hair looksAniseed.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boyish and light
and I, and we
the same space, time,
body beneath water;
and I love you, I
love you, I love
anything I can
and will grasp
but I forgot to say,
I was forbidden,
from you --
because mother found out,
and spat crimes and
my mind and
I could leave, I should
run, run from home because
my ankle is better now
and I know about children,
I know about intelligence
but I want to run
away, away and love you
and I swore, to her I
did and mentioned
whatever I fucking
Guilty, oh, I am
for loving you
it hurts but you
couldn't leave so you
gave me your jumper;
because there are
spiders in my
and for my birthday,
you'd buy me opals but
the list will read:
i. to spend the night wrapped in his arms.
Almost CriminalThe way you plucked me from a treeAlmost Criminal6 years ago in Open More Like This
Decided I would be the apple of your eye.
Thought I walked on clouds
Because the streets weren't paved in gold.
You built me higher than the mountain peaks
Little did you know I needed fast-food, concrete, oxygen.
Everything that doesn't sparkle
Because I can't live on pretty metaphors alone.
One January day your eyes turned grey
You dropped your pride and saw the pavement cracks.
After all, I'm only human
So why do you make me feel
Iridium.and love was neverIridium.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is when our
you always watched
films for the
me, for the feeling.
Rhubarb.i.Rhubarb.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a locket
with books and birds
the sky, earth is
we touched without
your hands sighed
phrases and eyes sway me;
I will be grey
when you are
a town of crystals,
I am there, within
we speak of making
love, and I will
you have only two
both are kind
and we will
live, in the
dawn of contentment;
naked and alive
pulsatilla for my
my spirit is calm,
my body is tired
and soon, it will
and while distand lands
may beckon others,
I will remain,
and we will
tend the garden,
eat apples in bed,
Molasses.perhaps, inMolasses.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hindsight, I ought
to have tipped sugar,
brown, into the blue, copper
vase that held the two
roses you gave me
they've died now, just
like him-- but it's okay
because they're both
in a box, now,
Secret GroveOnce a month I escaped to the grove with rain-soaked hair and rose-tinted giggles. I'd fasten myself a crane made of paper grass and tie fresh juniper berries around its wings and beg it to find a happy home away from the city.Secret Grove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only once I could craft a zephyr of fragmented imaginations and lost romances and decorate it with fairy tears, call it home, and soar to the sea with silver sails that wished with me. I'd construct crowns of roses and pin them in my tousled knot that I so fondly call my hair as the salty liquid sprays my chapped lips and butterfly-kissed eyelashes and I would feel beautiful and free.
Dissecting the HeartYou have cold handsDissecting the Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a colder smile
and maybe I'd believe your li(f)e
if that ring around your finger
was an honest gesture
instead of just for show.
You snare the unsuspecting
in your cleverly woven web;
and maybe, just maybe,
I was once collecting dust
among the captured,
but my pulse no longer
pitter-patters your name
pumping your venom
through my veins.
You have greased-back hair
and a bad habit of grinding your teeth in your sleep
and I wonder:
if I were to dissect you
piece by bitter piece,
would I find bone-chips lining your stomach
like fragmented dreams
as the lint dragons lining the pockets
of your hand-me-down jeans?
Would I ever
find any trace of your soul,
or only traces that you never had one?
Your emotions are minuscule
and your eyes without warmth
because man without
is like a bird
It desires the one thing
that it cannot have;
you'll never feel like
you can fly.
Be careful what you become;
the crow never was
Food for the tribe .:Story:.Food for the tribe .:Story:.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Whoo-hoo! Cowabunga!" Yelled out a teenage voice from out in the ocean as he caught a huge wave. "Dude, the waves are awesome today!" This water loving teen was a fox, light blue in color, wearing red swim trunks. His name is Jake, and surfing is his life. As the wave began to die down and make its way towards the shoreline, Jake rode it until the very end. Once to the shore, Jake Hopped off the board, his bare paws slightly sinking into the wet sand and leaving his prints behind him as he walked. "Man, today couldn't get any better! The sun's out, the surf's awesome, and I get it all to myself!" The fox grinned as he laid down in the sand and placed his hands behind his head. Jake had discovered this isolated little place a long time ago. Perfect waves, no annoying tourists, it was his own little private sanctuary hidden away by the jungle that enclosed it... or so he thought. All the while the blue furred surfer was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being watched....
prosperoi dreamt of youth, and when i wokeprospero4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i rose; and i was old
and i spoke thus:
i do not remember this world
nor the mad shapes that attend it;
i am past, first and last
of my descendants.
in this madness i am brought to task..
hold fast to the finitude of your art
for it feeds the fury of my craft.
i'm the designeri want to suture up my futurei'm the designer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sharpen a knife with stone
then cut till bone makes it dull
i want to separate sublime from stain
to asphyxiate away arraign
i want to suture up my future
i want to create my own escape
'cause it's so enthrallingly complicated
to keep attempting to integrate it
and gaze upon tracings of fresh incisions
where i recently placed my new decisions
i want to create my own escape
i want to feature my new features
and see if they still say i'm insane
when the blood in my veins is now pure
and now, with perfection achieved,
see if they still believe
that i am less than perceived
and short of all their bereaved
those who were so eager to inform me
that my existence was an infection
and yet, despite their projection
still helped aid me in achieving perfection
now i'm going to feature their flawless features
all the world's desires; i've become the designer
with an unequaled montage reflected in my visage
maybe not quite seamless, but the scars will soon heal
Shadz and Vampire Girls: StoryShadz and Vampire Girls: Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Ugh... Wha... what happened?' A black and smoky gray furred fox named Shadz asked himself as he came to in an unfamiliar place, in a very uncomfortable position. His hands had been chained above and behind his head at an angle, while his feet had been shackled to the ground, pulled part way in front of him. He shivered slightly as the sensation of cold, damp concrete was felt below him, dampening his bare paws. And finally, another chain was wrapped around his waist, keeping him pulled into a semi-vertical position. Shadz jerked and struggled against the iron bindings, but made no headway in freeing himself, so he began trying to think of how he could've ended up in a cold, desolate place such as this.
'Weird... last thing I remember, Autumn and I went out for a few drinks and... Autumn! Oh, no. I hope she's ok..' Autumn had been the love of Shadz' life for a while now, and the two had grown close. The mere thought that something could've happened to her was enoug
About MeI am the product of your throwaway words,About Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother's burned-out candles,
A violent, beautiful world,
And 10mg of Lexapro, nightly.
I am much less than the glue that holds society together -
I am a vine, a weed creeping through the preexisting cracks.
I pretend the streetlamps are the moonlight,
And I feed on last month's newspapers.
I could be the buoy you cling to, keeping you up,
Or the rope pulling you deeper below the surface.
I will shrug the salt and debris from my shoulders,
And board your sinking ship.
I am knotted together with complexes,
Shielded by my opinions,
I hold wit as my sword and pull no punches,
And wear burn-scars as war-paint.
I don't believe I can change the world,
I merely want to shatter the silence.
I will break hearts, I will break bones,
And I will have my dreams broken in turn.
I'm safe where I am, and jaded,
I am weathered and accustomed to being the ground beneath your feet.
I never realised how important I was until then.
And I despise it. It's like poi
Shore-lines.Still, I fail to understandShore-lines.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rhyme or reason
of the deep blue sea.
Because the waves had no rhythm
The tides, no rhyme.
And lying on the shore
was worthy of no poetry
but that of my inner
under my eye-lids and under my skin,
tearing me to shreds,
needed no more hyperboles.
And still, you failed to understand
a subtle numbing of my mentality,
the removal of my appreciation,
and the slow, scraping, sterile surgery
performed on my heart-strings.
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesAshes to Ashes2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Tainted by lust
Man the mast
And sail the sea
Before you pay a hearty fee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Oh you must!
Play the mouse
And flee flee flee
Before the monster catches thee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Just give in
You've already been beat
Into the river
With your hopes and dreams
Out with hatred and misery
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust
I cant forget,
As I succumb to rust