HeridasTranslation available in Artist's CommentsHeridas7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No puedo decir que conozco cada rincón de tu cuerpo ...
Pero sí que he recorrido cada centímetro de tus heridas
Mis dedos se han hundido en ellas, algunas tan profundas que por un instante me permitieron tocar tu interior. Sin embargo, al ver tus ojos llenarse de dolor, dejé de explorar y me dispuse a sanarlas
Mis manos acariciaron sus bordes ásperos, que han marcado irreversiblemente tu piel canela
Sentí el miedo que despiden y me mareó el olor amargo que emana de ellas
Las limpié con mis labios y percibí su sabor a sangre vieja
Intenté curarlas con mi alma ...
Y ahora habito en ellas
Dear Diary - Day 1Dear DiaryDear Diary - Day 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link came over earlier, I swear to the Goddesses he only comes for the castle food, what did we have today? Oh yes, roasted octorok with chu chu sauce. Impa was not amused when Link slurped his entire dish down in a few mouthfuls, the sauce splattered everywhere and since the cleaner is on a 'much needed' holiday, we've had to cope by ourselves. Father insists we should all eat over the sink to stop any mess but that's not very princess-like is it? Anyway, Link just saw me writing in you, I hope he's not going to try to take a peek, I wrote some rather nasty things about his constant flirting with Malon…and any other girl that flutters her eye lashes at him, that's probably just my overreacting though, not like he's mine anyway. Sigh, life bites.
Much love, Zelda. XxXx
I saw Zelda writing in one of these things so I had to get one for myself, I picked one up for Saria too, she can use it to bash Mido over the head with if nothing else. I'm writing this on Epona si
Cardinal Rules of Tampon UsageCardinal Rules of Tampon Usage11 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
When you're sitting in the bathroom stall at school, unwrapping the tampon package as discreetly as possible, do you ever wonder if the telltale paper rip and slam of the metal disposal box means your neighbor is doing the same thing?
Most girls say no, they don't wonder if they're applying a tampon. They know they're applying a tampon.
I used to think that, too. I mean, what else could someone possibly be doing?
Then I started going to an all-girls high school. And girls do lots of weird stuff in the bathroom. There's plenty of things that you might have wrapped in paper and want to dispose of in a box that the male janitorial staff doesn't look in before throwing out.
Last Tuesday, I had my first real encounter with one of these behind-bathroom-doors mystery figures. And when I left the bathroom that day, I was changed. And I'll never feel the same way about anything again.
At approximately 2:25 PM, I was permitted to leave health early, pleading that I couldn't go at 2:30 because I'
NectarinesI said I preferred peaches,Nectarines8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you wanted a nectarine.
So we brought it back
and you portioned it out
and I found it wasn't better
only different. You went back
to your city, and I held the taste
in my mouth for days.
Curl the knife around the pit;
gently twist the halves apart.
Admire the honey-golden forms
and the rich-veined flesh.
So what did I buy at the grocer's
on St. Benedict's Street? Not
peaches, but smooth nectarines.
It is different in this country,
where pleasures have become
These days I cannot taste
except in memory.
Internet Smiley Dictionary WIP=] or or C: - A simple smile, use it when something is a little funny, or when somethng good happens, or when youre happy.Internet Smiley Dictionary WIP6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
=[ or or :C - A frown, used for times when things are a little sad, or when youre giving you the guilt trip and you want something. Example: =[ Please, can you tell me that secret?
or - A big smile, used for when great things happen, or when things are actually really funny. Also when youre extremely happy about something or glad for someone.
or - A happy stick your tongue out smiley. Use it when something someone did was funny but stupid, or when you just said a joke, or called someone stupid not really meaning it.
='] or :) - A happy smiley with a tear, basically meaning youre so happy that your crying, like in situations when you're proud of someone, but it's sad at the same time.
='[ or :( or :C - A frown with a tear. Use it when something is pretty sad, but not tragic.
T__T- A sm
CentauriI want your kisses on my neckCentauri4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like angry lightning
and your fingertips stinging
every curve of my torso--
I want your lips kneading
silken heat into my collarbone
and your palms exploring
the highways and alleys of me--
your eyes are so lonely
and your scowls
only tempt me
into aiming kisses unto your lips
til you smile;
you know you're
a star, love-
but you smother your light
dragdrag11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of anathematized eggheads, dead poets, uprooted saddle-tramps -
an eclectic shangri-la that impales itself upon her sensibilities
like a beached whale on her shore
And this cold, small man-
call him Animus Annihilated-
"You wanna see Heaven baby?, Here's your chance." -
An open invitation to cool her heels in
the shadow of his soul.
Hoodwinked by her own loathsome ideal
she ogles the out-side,
staring through the cigarette that drips from her mouth,
into her love's eye
Crying In The Rain...Im barely holding on,Crying In The Rain...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing to forget my pain.
No one hears me,
While im crying in the rain.
I cant tell the difference
Between the rain drops and my tears.
I hope no one else notices,
I want no one to know my fears.
I smile when im unhappy,
I hide when i feel alone.
In my room, i cry myself to sleep,
I cry when im on my own.
My hurt is building,
One day, ill let it all go.
Til then ill cry alone everynight,
I wont let anyone know.
to my motherFor nine long months, you held me in your womb,to my mother7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coping with every issue I caused you;
Morning sickness, mood swings, cravings, swollen ankles.
Your body rejected me, but you never did.
I was born two weeks before your birthday;
You suffered amazing pain and kept your eyes on the clock.
You delivered me at ten-thirteen at night,
The moon watching your little baby arrive
When even the sun had given up seeing you through this;
But through this, you were,
And you cradled me in your arms, cooing and smiling and falling in love with me the second you saw me.
I was covered in membranes, colored yellow from jaundice, wailing.
I was tiny and fragile and noisy,
But you thought I was beautiful.
In the next months,
I cried throughout the nights, forcing you awake when you needed the sleep most.
You cradled me, I spit up on you
You hugged me, I sobbed
You cried, I cried.
I was part of you.
In the following years,
I was your porcelain doll,
Strangers telling you exactly how beautiful your little gir
the thoughtful modern judasthe thoughtful modern judas10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
I am writing to s
ell you the Chris
t. I have discov
ered him, living
in my room, and I
could use the mon
ey. Thirty sheck
les. Thirty shec
kles for the Chri
st, and not too m
uch to ask for th
e S a v i o r of
the whole World.
You might ask me how I knew him, and it's really quite
simple you see. His mother came to visit last week an
d she kissed him on the cheek. I know there are a few
indiscrepancies, but I'm sure you can make up the diff
erence and fill in the details. After all, I'm only a
sking thirty sheckles. I'm not even bothering with th
e pesky affair of inflation. The whole world is small
er and Rome isn't
too far away thes
e days, I hear, a
nd I imagine that
as an empire you
To arrange a pick
-up for the Savio
r of the World, y
ou can come to vi
sit at medication
time when the nu
rses are all busy
with their little
paper cups and I
will tie him to t
he likes to go to
baptise the sinner
Nature morteNature morte2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to paint her
I had already set the background
the cold and warm colors, the surroundings,
the atmosphere, the light,
the soothing feelings,
the sheets on the bed, forever unmade,
a plate of fruits on the nightstand...
but then she left
and all I have now
is a fresh painting
d'une nature morte
with a plate of fruits on the nightstand,
the tortured feelings,
the atmosphere, the dust,
the cold and distant colors, the surroundings,
and her form, imprinted in the sheets on the bed,
SpringtimeIt is winter on my breastbone,Springtime7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across my nose,
Down my arms,
Snowbanks of pale skin
At my shoulders, elbows, knees.
But a sudden spring emerges on my hipbone,
A rioting vibrant mass
Brought on not by the warming of the weather,
Or a gentle rain,
But by a forceful collision with a table.
This bloom will wither soon,
Just like the real daffodils and irises.
The colors will fade,
And my skin will return to the tundra.
PunishmentThe police were out in force, sirens flashing everywherePunishment7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn't understand, I couldn't see how it was fair
I suppose it was my punishment for being such a fool
And I still regret the day that I peed in the swimming pool.
Very soon the whole world knew, I was on the evening news
Thousands came to talk to me, the journalists formed queues
I was being sent to jail, because I broke the golden rule
That at no cost must you ever pee in someone's swimming pool.
They collected water samples, fingerprints and DNA
And told me I was guilty; there was nothing I could say
I supposed that prison couldn't be a whole lot worse than school
But I wished beyond all words that I had not peed in the pool.
I was locked indoors all morning, I broke rocks all afternoon
It was torturing my mind, I really hoped I'd get out soon
We ran on treadmills every day, they fed us all on gruel
I suppose it was fair punishment for peeing in the pool.
They gave me a life sentence, I was never coming out
I slumped against
DangerousDangerous11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish for
words that leap
like poison frogs,
words that creep
words as colourful
13 Haikus13 Haikus11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Haikus are very weird
What were the damn Japs thinking?
I just ate Twizzlers.
When the cops showed up,
I had to hide all the drugs
Deep in my rectum.
Thor's a very cool god.
His hammer is fucking cool!
I'd be his best friend.
I'm happy, but why,
Why does it hurt when I pee?
No doctors can help.
Sometimes my balls itch
I cannot scratch them because
Kids will laugh at me.
My friend is so hot!
Dylan has such a nice butt!
I touch it whenever.
I've never had shrooms
But I think they might be cool
Maybe I'll try them.
I don't like zombies.
They smell like dirt and semen.
But Dave Chase will help.
I have lots of hair
Male pattern baldness sucks ass
I'm a sex machine.
It's so tiny and so sweet
I might eat it.
Today I shampooed.
My hair smells like a fresh rose
My haikus are best
Get me a fucking trophy
I want a kitten
Because they are so fucking cute
I'd touch it everyday.
I Love You MotherI watched them smile happily at each other; I stood wide eyed at the fluidity of their movements: bending with each gust of wind and the sun warming their leaves, making them shift slightly. I kept my distance as I observed them, they tracked the sun with a hidden compass and never straying from their designated path. Each day they would lift their heads to the sky and gaze longingly at the pale golden rays blazing above them.I Love You Mother7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
They would twinkle little melodies each time the sun would break from a stray cloud and shine even brighter. Their green hands would fold downward when the rain fell from the above, like tiny, clear pearls dropping delicately to the ground. I'd watch in amazement at the long complicated dances they would perform for their only audience, the Sun.
With their leafy tendrils they would carry loved ones high in the air, illuminated by the sheer joy the sunlight brought them. Raising their voices in unison they sang praise for the shower of golden rays that woke them e
PassengerPassenger8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She wrote me:
This is the time of all things read;
the time of books, clean hands, straw dogs,
shared looks. This is the time
that finds the time to settle down;
to open that smile with enormous plans;
to pound on metal rolled with rust;
to lie when lovers lie, alone, quiet,
in kitsch and style.
She wrote me:
Death for some is a careless cat,
one that lacks a voiceand love
and never plays chess.
But that is not my choice.
You see, I prefer the quieter sort;
the kind of death that stalks one
through shapeless blur, a caress of trust
and a lack of breathnow three, now two
a sweet bluff and a face that looks
of you, only that's not enough.
I remember the films during which you cry,
and the way you hide it, fiddling
with your change to make your eyes avoid
the two mice riddling some pocket full of holes.
I remember the nights you tried to pray.
You clasped your hands and dreamt up God
and what he may or may not do. And I,
following November, came with you.
Memory Lane Fanfic Ch 1The sky was clear blue, reflecting off the water, making it shimmer and glint like diamonds as it rolled against the shore. A long deck lead out into its deep abyss of blue, the wood creaked as a young man paced across its old surface. His silver hair blowing back as a gust wind whipped against him; raising a hand shading his eyes from the sun, he looked up into the cloud speckled heaven. Sighing it was a sudden voice that caught his attention, turning he looked back as someone came running, hand waving wildly in the air. He narrowed his eyes slightly, placing his hands firmly on each hip, Nice to see some things never change Youre late as usual Sora.Memory Lane Fanfic Ch 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The brunette stopped and laughed; rubbing the back of his head he gave a memorable and slightly embarrassed grin. Yeah eh heh .Sorry bout that. Eyes twinkling mischievously he reached up and grabbed his friends head, ruffling his hair, making sure he messed up the perfect locks. It was pa
What If I Live TomorrowThe light of dawnWhat If I Live Tomorrow9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marks another day
Slipping through my fingertips
Forms a constant rhyme
With every beat that my heart
As if I was just
A moment in eternity
Dismissed and forgotten
What if all we've built crumbles like
A castle made of sand
Making its last stand
Against a tidal wave?
What if I live tomorrow?
Can't help but feel like a two-year stand
While waking up the next morning with bad breath
And a hangover
From being drunk on confusion
High on illusion
This is my freezer
Where I keep my memories on ice
Until they are placed in the microwave
and I hit
Croc'spot Mac and CheeseCrock Pot Mac and Cheese Recipe I like to makeCroc'spot Mac and Cheese7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
8oz sm Macaroni
3 cups Sharp Cheddar
1 large can creme (I usually use Carnation Condensed Milk 14oz)
1 stick butter
Cook macaroni and drain
Add to crock pot (and salt and pepper if desired)
Add butter while macaroni is hot
Add Sharp Cheddar (or whatever other cheese) to macaroni in Crock Pot
*combine 2 eggs and milk together and then add to the macaroni and mix
Add a think layer of cheese to the top
Cook 3-4 hours on low
*this makes a meal for me, I don't eat alot of meat, so this works out well for me XD
For the Good of the SpeciesFor the Good of the Species9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"It's your first day, isn't it?"
"Yes. Ah, actually, I'm just an intern. I'm supposed to be working with Dr. Simonetti."
"Simonetti? He's on the second floor. Just take those stairs, then follow the hall to room 216. The door says 'Director of Genetic Integrity', you can't miss it."
"Thanks! I'd better hurry, I'm almost late."
Paul tramped up the stairs, plastic soles announcing his hurry to everyone in the echoing, cold-walled office. The second floor had a carpet, thank the Presidency, and he was at 216 before he had time to process it. He wiped the sweat from his hands and knocked.
"Come on in."
Simonetti, a large man in a brown-mustard suit, looked up from behind the desk. He rose, shook Paul's hand; his grip engulfed Paul's slim fingers, wrapped around his whole palm. "The new intern, right? Great to have you, great. Always glad to see youngsters take an interest in their government. So many people are happy to just let us work that they forget there's no 'us' and 'them', you know
Yes, FredYes, Fred was definitely dead. Susie knew that, but all the same she couldn't stop the scalding tears rolling down her cheeks. It seemed all so unfair, one moment he was full of life, the next he was lying on the floor, his little chest heaving for air as he choked on a kernel. Susie had just stood there as he died, screaming for someone to help, but nobody was home. Everyone else was out at work or at school. She had watched his small body thrash, twitch, and then finally stop moving, with no knowledge on how to help him. She had heard of the Heimlich maneuver, but he was so tiny, too tiny…and she didn't know how to properly do it anyway. To try would have killed him faster.Yes, Fred9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her breath caught in her throat as she choked back a sob. Fred had been her best friend, the love of her life. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her. And now he was gone.