Caged InWho would have thought the years being locked in a cage would be the happiest time of my life?Caged In2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I used to dream about gliding- my wings spread wide as I rode the breeze over a horizon that went on forever. I would wake in the dark and scream out in frustration, hoping that someday I could sing my real song.
The nights became longer and the dreams became unwelcome. You see, when I'm too caged in, fantasies are more like nightmares, taunting me, teasing me; a blatant reminder of what I can never have.
It was all I wanted. It was everything.
I escaped the first time the opportunity presented itself. Barreling through the unlocked door, I ran down the table and leaped through the open window with wings unfurled. I sang then, the sweetest noise I have ever made.
Until I fell.
I had never truly experienced the sensation of falling. It wasn't as peaceful as I imagined. It was terrifying.
I thought flying would come easy. I thought I would simply beat-be
We are all energyWe are all energy.We are all energy5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Everything built up by the same basic particles. Atoms.
But yet we are so different? we push everything and everyone away from us because of it.
Yet, on the tiniest scale we're just the same?
Why is this? We need to ask ourselves why do we ignore the fact that we are all the same?
The choices we take, have an effect, Its not random. From every choice we make, the paths have already been there for us to take. Millions of these paths exist, but we get to choose which one we want to follow.
Energy exist in everything, it cant be removed, only moved into a new or different form.We are all full of it.
You are a lot more powerfull than you may think.
Many believe the earth as we know it has evolved in just a few thousand years. We got a lot of new things and easier ways to survive, thats really most of it.
Is life about surviving without problems?Is that what we are trying to make of this world?
No, we all know that is impossible. We all have problems, and its not the thin
Chapel WindowThe parish waits nowChapel Window1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls;
cobwebs align them
like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in a broken window,
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic.
There is a cemetery,
my eyes seek out the sermon,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as rays fall from a cloud,
shear the shade,
heave a new flame to the candle box,
and measure the weight in these empty rows
as pools find where hands still clasp,
but dare not go further
like a visible hush.
paper hearts. Theres a crevice in the wall where she hides her little baby girl, all plastic smiles and mechanical giggles. She cuddles it like it has a soul and speaks to it like it has a name. Its soft rubber skin has been covered with paper hearts and marker stars, and its little plastic ears have been filled with whispers of adoration and love. Its wiry blonde hair has been crossed into braids, twisted up above its head, and she has pulled a dress onto its synthetic body with the brightest little smile. She reminds it that its beautiful, even though it cant hear. She fastens it tight into the beaten pink stroller and skips behind it as it rolls across the pavement, dancing in the sun like there is no tomorrow and yesterday is only a dream.paper hearts.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And maybe she's only six years old, but she knows how babies are made. Not the ones you buy in the store, the ones you have to tear out of the cru
Portal 2 - TomorrowOn her first working day, Caroline was overwhelmed with activity.Portal 2 - Tomorrow1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Illusions had never been an habit of hers; all along, in between the internships and the extra courses, she had guessed. She knew way before crossing that doorstep as an employee, for the first of countless times to come — no previous experience in the world could have fully prepared her for Aperture Science.
The place was already enormous, yet not enough for its ambitions. She had to notice, with attentive eyes, the tiniest details that fell under her gaze. She followed the unraveling of a vast net — it was made of lies and truth, of balance and mistakes, so fragile that it could be torn anytime by a single breath.
The good impression she left behind at work could not spare her nerves. When she met the sight of her home in the evening, it felt as if whole years had passed — she was a different person, tired in an entirely different way.
She stared at the darkness, swimming in a tangle of thoughts. She
Among all thisWe spin through this expanding space,Among all this6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An ever changing human race,
When stars are born and quickly die,
I ask myself what am I.
When planets expand, collide, explode,
And no one down here even knows,
How can I, so small and weak,
Expect a god that does not speak,
To stop and help a creature show,
A universe that she can grow.
But even if I grow, stand and speak,
This creature will still prove too weak,
When stars are born and quickly die,
And planets collide beyond the sky,
Down here many don't spare a thought,
Where answers are by many bought,
Who am I among all this,
But one to sit and reminisce.
MethuselahLike your predecessor you're destined to live long.Methuselah1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destined to fly the canopies of Africa,
The conductor of your own orchestra.
But destiny plays no part in your life.
Passed from saint to saint,
You make a home out of your cage.
What would have been hymns
Turned to echoes of your jailers.
Their efforts to make you holy fail
As you paint portraits of their misery and pains.
This cage has crippled you.
Broken your wings.
Denied you your right to flight and truth.
You're the wreck your mother land's become.
Forced to live utopia surrounded by bars.
Looking at the horizon with a curtain in your face.
On a fateful afternoon, your sentence is over.
Your jailer sets you free.
But what does free mean?
He throws you into the air.
What little instinct you have left
Drives you to open your wings.
With struggle you flutter like freedom itself.
But what now?
The iron roads that surrounded you
Have become your bones.
Your true home a bad nightmare.
You run back back to your prison,
Fan Fiction for the UnconvincedThis is an attempt at an informal essay on fan fiction, by a middle-aged woman who reads and enjoys fan fiction. It won’t really be a balanced argument—I will be concentrating more on what I see as the positive aspects of the genre. I’ll be using mainly examples from the Sherlock fandom, that being the fandom I’m most familiar with. (There will be some spoilers, especially for series 3, so if you haven’t seen the series yet and you intend to, it might be wise to give this essay a miss.)Fan Fiction for the Unconvinced1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why do I read fan fiction? The basic reason is exactly the same reason I read anything—some of it is of astounding quality. I think fan fiction is often saddled with the image of being written solely by beginners and being uniformly terrible. But it’s like any other kind of fiction. You have beginners, you have the competent, you have the talented and experienced. The very best fan fiction writers write at a professional standard; the very best sto
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
Hate Sleeping AloneEach nightHate Sleeping Alone2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lay in bed...
Letting my covers
Try to keep me warm
Though they're never
As warm as your arms.
Letting my dreams
Try to soothe me
Into a deathly calm
Though they're never
As calming as your
Letting hundreds of sheep
Try to caress my eyes
To finally close
Though they shall never
In the way your gentle hand
In mine will.
And while the covers may try
They will never fill the place
Where you slept beside me.
My dreams will never
Fill the emptiness left
Without your breathe.
The sheep will never
Lift me away
Like the comfort of knowing
That your near me
And that you
Will be the first thing I see
When I wake
And each night I stay awake
Because without you
I'd rather not sleep.
Beauty In the Eyes of the BeholderDarling, please tell me,Beauty In the Eyes of the Beholder1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you always feel so alone and unloved?
How can everybody hate you
If not everyone has met you yet?
Have you ever stopped to think
Maybe everybody loves you
...But you just don't know it yet?
Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,Twisted Up Inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
MasterpieceI went to a gallery the other day,Masterpiece2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I heard a tour guide say,
'This is the most beautiful painting in all the world.'
I was surprised, it's true,
To find that the painting
Wasn't of you.
I'm never sure if
I should touch you -
One thing you must never do
Is touch a masterpiece,
Lest you mar it
With your own inadequacy.
It's NotIt's not the lipstick glossIt's Not1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
I AmI am single,I Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
Let the Fall Make You Stronger."Hey! Are you all right?"Let the Fall Make You Stronger.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"If I'm fine."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
CagedI SwallowedCaged10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That keeps me locked
In this cage.
I'll starve here.
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;Dreams of reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
That's So Gay"That's so gay,"That's So Gay5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what you say,
You've pushed one
Of your friends away.
"Oh no, honey,
Boys don't play
With Barbie dolls."
By enforcing gender roles,
You are killing
And telling them
That you'll love them no matter what*
Don't push your loved ones
With things you do or say,
Because words hurt;
But they hurt most
From the mouths of
The people that told you,
They'd always love you.
Saying, "that's so gay",
Or making them behave
In a gendered way,
Is telling them
That it's not okay
To be something
They can't help.
(And even if they could,
And it will hurt them
And every time you're together,
They'll be wondering;
"Am I wrong?"
"Do I really belong?"
Every time you say something like,
"That's so gay",
You burn someone's trust away.
And you can't build anything back