The Glorified BabysitterThe Glorified Babysitter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Glorified Babysitter
Damien had been screaming non-stop for over an hour. It was going on two in the morning. Integral paced the sitting room of her quarters, bouncing her son in her arms, trying desperately to settle him. She had been running on three hours of sleep a night for two weeks because of this. Damien had begun this nightly tirade at roughly seven weeks old. He was almost three months and she still couldn't figure out how to calm him. Nothing seemed to work. She had a sneaking feeling of what the boy needed, but she was in denial of the fact. The suspicion was made worse on the occasions when she attempted to breast feed. Damien had been born with teeth--specifically four ever-so tiny canines, and every time she gave him her nipple he would inevitably start biting her shortly after be began suckling.
She cooed to him as best she could, trying to calm him. She was so tired--she could actually feel the bags under her eyes. She had had sleepless, stressful nights over
His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter winds ventHis Never-Wed Bride7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gray dusk looms over my shattered homestead
The crows caw makes known the warriors descent
Across the dying pasture, misted red
Glory, comes now my once sweetly adored!
Fighting brothers with valiant reluctance
His tender eyes shut, his breathing no more
His body lies stone-cold with stiffened stance
How well he fought for his country and lass
Like Prince Paris, fighting for what he claimed
Now laid ready for a still, somber mass
His face in my conscience forever famed
Gone is the restful warmth of his skin
Gone is the honey-like voice from his tongue
Yet, here he lays, surrounded by my kin
His bluing ears deaf to their praises sung
His eyes like mirrors reflect my despair
His hand is unresponsive to my grasp
Though I know his spirit now watches where
He can escape all maddened soldiers' clasps
Heavens bells peal, the seraphine choir sings
For he has joined the chorus of angels
I can nearly hear his pleasant voice ring
JarsMy childhood home, a gray, old farm house, sat nestled near the small town of McKean Pennsylvania. My father moved us there from Pittsburgh in 1954 when I was no taller than a limp potato sack. I was their only child at the time. He said the city was no place to raise a family. We needed room to run and explore and my mother needed a quiet place to work on her writing. However, in three years of living there she gave birth to four of my brothers. So much for peace and quiet. There must have been something in the water.Jars4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Folks in town liked to whisper about that house like it was some kind of architectural Jezebel. By the time I could spell my own name I had heard dozens of rumors and stories surrounding our home. There were certainly enough to keep my young mind racing through many sleepless nights. Some of the more elaborate stories suggest a mass murder of the previous occupants by their deranged
Such a beautiful sunI watched you riseSuch a beautiful sun8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With virgin eyes
Emerging from the ocean;
like a phoenix as it flies
You kiss my skin
Tear flows begin
Your beauty and warmth;
has bewitched me again
I ask myself what good have I done;
To witness such a beautiful sun
haikuwrimo summer 2008haikuwrimo summer 20087 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sayokaze ya kareha hitokire michiwatari
the gentle night breeze-
a dried leaf
ventures across the road.
iro aseta shashin wo terasu nishibi kana
upon a faded photograph,
the westerly sun.
nodokeshi ya sharin no mae de hato tudou
in front of car wheels.
kasa no iro ooku ni ame wa furituzuku
colorful umbrellas on the walkway,
the incessant rain.
yuuyake no furui rouka ya meshi kaoru
old corridor in evening glow-
rice fragrance wafts.
MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.
And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.
Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.
You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.
[He told me you do not know how to swim.]
"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his hands off other girls and then some.
The boy took away the air you couldn't afford to lose.
He stomped on your lungs when you overheard him-
"She is the balloons that touch the ceiling at a birthday party.
After a few days you will want to throw her away."
Your smile crashed in the same way that the waves do.
You pulled yourself back and felt your
Late HarvestScattering chickens in the yardLate Harvest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Uncle Luke collects the eggs
and up in the silo,
I smell smoke.
The barn feels like family
gathering up the autumn leaves
for a party.
I rake the hay
for what must be
the hundredth time,
wondering why the fences
have wandered across
where the children
pluck apples and pumpkins
and watch November grow large
on our horizon.
Alucard's DaughterAlucard's Daughter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aim for the temple, Alulu." The familiar voice echoed inside's Alulu's mind. She nodded, her gun pointing straight at the zombie's face instead. That's what Alulu called them, zombies. Her parents referred to them as 'ghouls' which Alulu thought was pretty stupid, because in her mind she had it that they were zombies, and that was exactly what she called them.
Suddenly, a loud groan was heard right beside Alulu's ear, and expertly, she flipped the gun on her index finger to point straight beside her ear, and pulled the trigger about three times, without having to turn around to see if she had hit the zombie or not. Alulu was very skilled. She could pull her trigger twenty five times in about ten seconds if she wanted to.
Aiming once again for the zombie that was closing in on her, she shot at it's head twice, the blood splattered like an awakening volcano, and the zombie fell to the floor unmoving in its own blood puddle.
"Excellent, Alulu." Seras Victoria's voice was heard behind Alu
The Art Of Self Inflicted PainThe Art Of Self Inflicted Pain12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's metal against skin,
In skin, in blood, in flesh.
It's pain against pleasure,
It's pain, its satisfaction, its bliss.
It's apathy against emotion,
It's love, its pain, it's numbness inside nothing.
Razor against skin,
In soul, in me.
Downhill. Lose your Drive.MONDAYMONDAY.Downhill. Lose your Drive.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i met him today.
i met you today-
the boy that will change my life.
my feet sink in this blindingly white carpet.
there is a trail of yellow flower petals winding it's way across the floor.
i would follow it, but i'm not sure what's at the end.
i throw away my nerves and thoughts and slowly step along the path.
it's you: you're the end.
I lay in the dark and wait for the part that you sing to me. When I called you my little songbird, you grinned boyishly and gave me a half hearted shove that caused me to laugh until I fell to the floor, holding my sides. You held my hands like we were playing london bridge and told me that this was f o r e v e r .
You pushed me into the pool, but I held your sleeve, causing you to tumble in after me. We laughed and tried to keep our heads above the surface. [You cannot float when you are dragging eachother down.] We floated perfectly. my.life.is.perfect.
i am tired of being told i will be okaysee,i am tired of being told i will be okay11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that's the thing
all anyone ever
tells you is that
it's going to be
(you are telling me
that you are leaving.)
they don't tell
you what to do with
the pressure in
your chest on
the dark days,
or how to
uncurl your fists
from your hair
or your nails
from your skin.
(you are telling me
that you don't know if
you are coming back.)
maybe i don't want
maybe i'm tired of
only ever being
(i am building walls
again and you are prying
my fingers from my hair.)
i want more than this,
i deserve a word so full of
hope and safety that it
weighs my tongue down
give me a mouth full
of flowers and remove 'okay'
from your vocabulary.
i need more than this.
For BukowskiLeaving so soon? It'sFor Bukowski10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
okay - we've come to expect it.
Visit every so often. Send a letter signed with a heart.
Every one will be placed unopened in the top drawer.
Answers are only excuses.
Genuine expressions of what we want to be.
Faded, tired, we finally
only to find that every day is another performance.
Marvelous! (the crowd cheers.)
Here is what they've come for.
last one of them. They don't want your
love, they want your pain. No one ever leaves disappointed.
baby drilledif the sun stillbaby drilled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shines then the
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
into the bay
let them make
in the riverbed
with one hand
what the other
the night in
The Gentle WolfSera's searched the cooridors of the mansion, trying to find any information on Raven. The archives just repeated what she already knew. No, she had to confront him and meet him in person. Grabbing her coat and tieing her hair behind her head in the pony tail that was forced on her to wear for formal events, she put her hand on the door knob when Cynthia's hand touched her shoulder.The Gentle Wolf6 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Were are you going Sera's?" she asked.
"Did i disturb your slumber, sorry Ma'am, i was uhm going to feed." Sera's quickily thought up at the last second. Cynthia bought into the lie and smiled.
"So young and innocent. It is truely a crime to make someone as young as yourself a true vampire." Cynthia said walking up the stairwell and disappearing around a corner. Letting out a sigh of pressure release, Sera's closed the door and walked out into the cold night, in search of Raven.
The empty buildings was the first place she searched but to no aveil, Raven did not seem to be anywhere she looked. The back alle
Winter Shades of GreyBrown eyes,Winter Shades of Grey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(dirt peeking through
the diamond quarry
a smile creeping
like a wild vine
into the corners of your cheeks.
Your blue whisper-lips
make me thinkpaint
covered in frost
yellow walls and coats on the rack...
...a grey winter morning
The Prayers of the FaithlessBetween one client and the next,The Prayers of the Faithless5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the holy whore would kneel to pray.
She never knew quite what to say
deep in her heart lay a misgiving,
as if the poor girl all but knew
that gods are ointments to subdue
the aching lesions of the living.
In loveI made a mistakeIn love5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nobody can fix
Love caught me again
Oblivious to reason
Vanquishing my sanity
Ending this nightmare is beyond my power
Vapid.I alwaysVapid.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a kiss requires
is two pairs
and a willingness
for the dream
of a raft
you might find nestled
between the hundredth
pair you try;
even more broken
in the pursuit
of a love that
RousseauBeautyRousseau5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each lies within the other.
All the chaos, the unintentional perfection that
like the toss of your hand, like the breath in our lungs
(pink as Spring's breast---cherry blossoms)
Every scab on my face yields new skin,
velvet baby flesh awaiting the weight of brown pigment and the day's dust,
the gold bounty of the sun,
but each scab on my face is violet
like the night
and red as the open-mouthed, glorious wounds of the horizon;
red as the dragonfly's wing.
In everything that is,
there is a dormant, inherent beauty,
just as we inherently love all that we consider to be beautiful.
Ugliness thrives like jagged-toothed
bottom feeders in the hearts of misanthropes;
those that shut their eyes
progressionlies like loveprogression7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was (your jigsaw face)
that helped me (put it together)
bored like rain.blue bubbles float around the universe.bored like rain.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our thoughts are inside, carried away down
the milky way and across to the land that
aslan came from.
believing in something, something greater
than yourself, must be so liberating, so
comforting. i wish i knew the feeling. i would
like to go back to that place i was once curled
up inside, once so apart of i had disappeared
into it. and then i was abruptly ripped from it
like a fresh scab from flesh. i don't think i've
spelling smoke.so, here we are, listening to the chainsspelling smoke.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the swings go back and forth,
real prison like sounds, you know?
sitting here in the grass, smoking
these cuban cigarettes that come
in these really tiny packs of twelve,
and they taste like bark. but stuff
like this is okay for us. cause, we're
following this ghost, and she's
bleeding and smoking and talking
with us about shit like neighbors
stalking you over their window sills,
and baked pie and real paranoid stuff.
so we follow this ghost home, and
her legs are all sticky with blood,
and i don't know, clouds or something.
we get there and all it is is a whole
lot of limbs stacked on top of each
other in beds and around the kitchen
counters, and all they're asking is if
the flowers in our hair are real or whatever.
because they are and we picked them
when we followed the ghost down
the halls. because this is it, real prison
like sounds, i guess, all i hear is
sway. click. click. click.
The Whole Damn Thing.I'm a strong believerThe Whole Damn Thing.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in letting yourself love
improbably and eclectically
even for a day
or an elevator ride
or a single exchange of smiles
letting that stranger
have your whole heart
even as you know
of an act
you are committing
because they may forget
to return a piece
or they may just keep
the whole damn thing.