Tears of the PastRain falls down on the treesTears of the Past5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Branches heavy with tears of the past
And the wind speaks to me
At my window
Controlling me - Isolation
Hopelessness - Losing Interest
Meditate on just one thing
Innocence...In a sense
I am guilty - I surrender
You can't escape from this
If you don't stop
Running away from
Blue-gray streaks are coming down
Perfect skies shine in the distance
Barriers that blur my sight
Keep me in this dark existence
You can't escape from this
If you don't stop
Running away from
Life can be bliss
If you let it be.
Take me away from this,
And teach me serenity.
Surrender and be free,
Free, let me be free! Let me go!
Drawing the shades -
We both know you can't let me go
Where am I?
Is this real?
All that I am
All things material
All are whole,
Perfect, and beautiful
As this wave of clarity sweeps over me
We all have the power to choose,
The power to be!
She StaysI walk along the pier, your hand in mine, the sun setting beautifully into the grey sea. The mist gently drifts over the water, betraying the cold of winter. I don't mind, though. I only have to look at you, and I feel warm.She Stays4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's tough not to sound soppy.
Honestly, I'm not used to having this. I'll never really be used to it. I'd been lonely for a long time before I met you. I didn't think I'd have the kind of relationship that you watch on the cinema screens or read about in novels. I genuinely thought I'd be alone forever.
How wrong I was.
You smiled at me as I walked into Falmer bar and we made eye contact. I returned the gesture nonchalantly. It had been a hard day so far four hours of academic obligations back to back. Getting up for 10am was still a struggle, even in my third year.
Your smile stuck in my head as I faced away from you, leaning against the bar counter. I ordered a portion of cheesy chips and walked through to the sofas in the back bar, grateful for an oppo
Tenebrae Factions: CALVARA'STenebrae Factions: CALVARA'S4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The undead portion of Tenebraes population (68%)
SPECIES: Various "Majority species are Human, Anthros, Drakes and Drakka."
APPEARIANCE: the Majority of the calvera population of tenebrae appear skeletal with some appearing decayed and gaunt. Most wear the same garments or garment types that they wore while they were alive. These can range from being brand new to well worn and shreaded with age and weathering.
Physical:- At Variating states of Decay, ranging from pale or greenish - black skin to advanced states finally reaching the appearance of bleached or unbleached bones with perhaps some remaining organic organs or mecanical attachments or enhancements. Most are of a thin gaunt build depending on their species or build in life. Some may wear metal bands or braces to hold broken bones together or have metal bones or cybernetics where a limb or bone was broken after the individual became a Calvara. Calvaras are extreamly strong having no muscles to restrict their
SelkieLover,Selkie5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
shed your skin and let me hide it
under my bones
and all these little
that are so normal,
so awfully normal
I know you would swim away,
drift like a thought
The limestone shores call out for you
(you'd fall through
the gaps in my hands)
So let me skin you, lover,
let me strip you bare
hide your skin so you wouldn't
If the Sea turns his back on you
if you wouldn't have a home
come to me, Unloved,
for my arms are
all for you.
Liquid Cityhere, at the bottom - lovers.Liquid City4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are lovers disassembling
themselveslost in and to the
desperate ryhtmn in
of - waves.
- did you think the continents
moved themselves? see them slip,
in an open sleep. less go, come.
come and, and - again. trembling
here, at the bottom - their eyes
are lightless. hollow bodies left
the sea does not sleep.
the last sentence I started like thisI wonder if you're still breathingthe last sentence I started like this4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the same pattern that you used to
and if your life just picked up
as it was before in a way that
makes me insignificant
I wonder if there's someone new
if she speaks in complete sentences
and means it
when she says
she loves you.
I wonder if you're doing better
and if you'll get it right this time.
but I don't really care.
That's the difference
between now and before,
I couldn't forget you
I barely remember you.
Operation SearchlightYou ripped the tongue out my mouthOperation Searchlight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replaced it with fire shower,
You came hissing your depraved war cries
Faces drawn like a slave to your lies;
Under the dark
Shaking your champagne bottles
You sprayed your froth- throttled
Me out of spark.
Gathered up my rivers
In pitch darkness
Starved my suns brightness.
Pulled out of my landscape
Like a picked-clean bone;
Cornered with no escape,
I died in numbers unknown.
You popped corks loud enough
To drown songs of my youth.
But your fire
Could only lick my feet;
I climbed out of the mire,
To lend fire to your funeral pyre.
In time I found and held a handle,
And blew out my first birthday candle.
I Guess We'll Live To See ItYou should start lookingI Guess We'll Live To See It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a place we can make our last stand.
The dawn is breaking:
Every morning, a little less light,
and the end
is not as close as you think.
Love is not enough,
is not enough.
The desert is coming.
The sea is coming.
they find us holding our thirst
in both hands.
There is no
You should start looking for a place
we can make our last
Take my frenzy for resignation, put your boots
on. I have a lantern. I have a little
knife. We have so much still
to survive. Open
and let the thirst out.
Build. We will stand
until the dawn breaks- and you do not believe
in ecstasy, so we will know,
at the end.
i'm not going to say i've missed youthere is enough air in mei'm not going to say i've missed you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to shatter the ocean.
i will tell you straight,
another thousand miles
would not dim the stars
i hold for you.
the aches in my thumbs
forceful and hollow,
strong enough to
kill a rabbit.
i never want to meet
someone like you again.
i never want to move on,
i never want to move -
i want to wait
where i sit, bleeding,
until you come around.
i will know this
by the way your eyes
in the car,
creating stars in the dark
of its cab,
a personal night sky.
i will never let slip
the secrets you have left
on my skin;
the secret ways
in which you loved me,
and only me.
i will lick my cuts
and hope to heal,
and press memories of our bodies,
two interlocking spirals,
to the backs of your eyelids
so that you will remember us
as we were,
as the first and last things
when you come and go
from an ocean-deep slumber.
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sighed. “I have to. I don’t even know what I’m doing…”
“No one does, that’s the point! It’s a learning experience, and honey, you’re losing.”
“I’ve barely even done anything!”
“And that’s the problem. You can’t give up now! If you do, I’ll….”
“I’ll ruin my life.”
“I’m serious. Without you, I’m nothing.”
“You’ll be fine, Luke.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll become an alcoholic.”
“Sure you will.”
“And I’ll sleep with tons of women.”
“Not my problem.”
“And…I’ll…become an angry cat lady.”
“You’d need to be a woman for that.”
He pouted, grabbing my abandoned pencil and throwing it across the table
The Galaxy Sings in B FlatThe galaxy sings in B flat.The Galaxy Sings in B Flat5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Fifty-seven octaves below middle C, hundreds of thousands of tiny stars with little worlds trailing atmospheres in elliptical orbits. Double-star systems, triple-star, more; planets, civilisations, dark matter, tangible matter, all circling, swarming, humming together in one enormous note, not bumping together but carrying a wave from the centre of their island universe, expanding out into space
Sound cannot exist in a vacuum. This is a widely known fact. And space is a vacuum, sure. But only when you look at it from here, from our tiny little world. Close your eyes, zoom out, and look at the celestial spheres from their view; and space isn't so thin after all. Close your eyes, zoom in, and even our dense atmosphere is just atoms in a vacuum of their own. Sound as we know it, sure, that doesn't exist outside our little stardust orb. It's too small, too fragil
ObservationObservation3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You just need focus,
the tree is the simpler task.
One must expect blurred edges,
truth inferred rather than seen.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
FrecklesI want a woman with frecklesFreckles5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dripping in her skin like a leopard's coat
like sunlight spotting the verdant earth
I want to name the constellations on her face
claim her with titles reserved for the skies
navigate her unknown terraces like Magellan crossed the seas
touch the star drops on her cheeks with reverent fingers
An ocelot beauty
I lust for her speckled breast
I want to read with my lips;
my body itches for Braille.
An Imperfect ConfessionJohn, I am going to tell you something very important, and you must listen closely. It is absolutely vital that you understand me. Can you hear me? Good. But are you listening? I mean really listening? Yes? Then I will tell you.An Imperfect Confession3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John. I have wanted to tell you this for a very long time. Every time I talk to you I just feel it welling up inside me, and so I just have to, I just need to tell you that
You are an idiot.
I have never met anybody quite as idiotic as you, John. There is nobody like you. Every time you tell me how amazing I am, how amazing my intellect is, all I can think of is just how much of an imbercile you are, with your trusting eyes and your hopeful expression. Don't make people into heroes, John. I am not one of them. I really cannot begin to tell you just how stupid you are, and I always wonder why you can't just think, John, because if you thought then maybe you would see, I mean really see, what you have failed to see all along, because then
Maybe you wo
Destory "Are you ready?"Destory5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Edith's partner heaved a sigh and reached for the door. "I guess so."
They stepped through into an open field. It was raining. The door eased shut and disappeared behind them.
"I don't like this setting," Eve said. "It would work better if we were in a city." She raised her hand and the field slid away. Trees were replaced with skyscrapers, cricket chirps became honking horns.
"I like the rain, though," Edith said. "Let's keep it."
Eve shook her head, but the rain stayed. "You're so melodramatic."
They walked in silence down the street to where a crowd of people was gathered. As if by magic, the onlookers stepped out of the way. The two of them were never even spared a second glance.
A young woman was hunched over the ruined body of
anaphoric trash poem scrambles to explain absencei'm handful of sober eyesanaphoric trash poem scrambles to explain absence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm sliver of curve
i'm clingy silver
i'm little enveloping aggression
i'm tenderness doubled
i'm column of bitter lips
i'm accidental orange tree
i'm parallel to anodyne
i'm ablative of fingertips
i'm swirl of hollow mouths
i'm throw to the first space
i'm crushed cosmic chaos
i'm rouge page turner
i'm effective butterfly
i'm faded obscurity
i'm electropop Antigone
i'm slick of apple butter
i'm tremble of maternal salt
i'm river hostage
i'm Wednesday mass of the unipolar
i'm triggered religion
i'm beckoning lace of spinal fluid
i'm puff of misted oak
i'm heart-held engagement
i'm a fade letting go
i'm more ancient than gore
i'm more tongue-kissed than glory
i'm crystals calling over smushed centuries
i'm stressed feral
i'm coated in felines
i'm the lighter half of zero divided
i'm struck second
i'm stoppage of touch
i'm rumbled yell in the moth house abdomen
i'm multifaceted sleeper
i'm subconscious bound
i'm silk web of radio song
i'm scratched ocular shimme
A Python Named GrahamA pipe hanging from your mouth,A Python Named Graham6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Golden curls placed on your head,
Acting so silly on that show you were once on, I used to watch before going to bed,
Leaving a legacy long after you left this world, and went on to another place,
Chanting "THIS IS TOO SILLY!" with a demanding grin on your face,
You always seemed to "look on the bright side of Life"
Even when you had to apologize deeply for that dirty knife,
Your lifestyle, so flamboyant, and so proud,
Just to think, after you disappeared, your lover would have to stand in the tearfilled crowd,
You are known as the one Python who has passed,
But the others still talk of you today, Graham, all knowing that you left this world too fast,
You were deeply loved when you were here,
Silly, delightful, and queer, but way to soon you brought a tear,
For that damn cancer filled pipe infected your spine and throat, causing you to fall,
Sadly, so sadly, ending it all.
You were a Python Graham, bringing smiles to anyone who even caught a glimpse of t
Death's LullabyDeath's Lullaby11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie,
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings,
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won't know her purpose,
Until it's far too late.
Her acid tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin,
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Forgive you of your sin.
Her melody will slay you,
Her hymn will let you fly,
Her song is flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
MechanismsMechanisms4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, just take it away!
No, no, I don't -- oh,
bring it back. If you'd rather
show me your creation,
your product of comings and goings,
loose ends and tangled centres,
do so. Much more
I want to understand
a more intricate machine:
the man. Behind the mechanism,
flapping, gliding, flitting,
a mirror of your creation,
you hold the intrigue
of the inventor. The unexplained,
perhaps, unexplainable, even you
cannot describe your workings, yet
there flies your flitter-mouse
sci-fi stories about the end of the world1.sci-fi stories about the end of the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the species invents prophecies
all of which contain terrors
a beleaguered sun collapses into itself
It's not yet night when the committee interrupts the regularly scheduled programming
and describes the inertia as unforgivable.
Outside the grief, the cardboard:
Every time you teach a computer about distance
the terrorists win.
In every scenario: No colorado left,
and survivors leave messages
for the future.
Before the last people on Earth forgot how to speak,
he thought of that day.
The committee was right
to describe space as an absence.
The more artistic
of the species' prophecies include fields
such as here and there
relative to the everywhere of the other thing.
The other thing is often the cause
of whatever terror has been imagined.
The terror, of course, being another word for nothingness.
someone is remembering the pacific-
a maniac fires his rifle into a crowd
later, the news interviews a woman,
"All i remember are balloons"
they say this is w