when i first cutwhen i first cut1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i first cut,
i didnt think it would be addictive.
i didnt know i would love the pain so much.
i didnt know.
i swear, i didnt.
i also didnt realize how strong i was.
i didnt think i could get this far without it.
i didnt think i could get to 45 days.
but i did.
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
Echo przeszlosci 12Echo przeszlosci 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zostałem sam w hotelowym pokoju.
Siedziałem na brzegu wysokiego łóżka, zapewne wygodnego dla reszty świata.
Ale nie dla mnie.
Opierając przedramiona na udach, patrzyłem się tępo w biały, włochaty dywan. Szurałem po nim nogą, sprawdzając jego miękkość.
Czułem się tak, jakbym podjął najgorszą decyzję w życiu.
I nie chodziło o to, że jestem setki kilometrów od domu. W innej kulturze, której nie znam, która w sumie nigdy mnie nie interesowała. Bez znajomości specyficznego języka tego państwa. Że jestem w wielkim mieście, podobno w jednym z najdroższych na świecie.
Nie chodziło o to.
Wtedy największym moim dramatem było to, że nie miałem swojego materaca.
I to nie był lęk.
To była panika.
Bo miałem tam zostać kilka miesięcy i by
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Why Can't I Be?Why Can't I Be?2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Hello my friend,
Its me again.
I'm so sorry you're in prison.
People are so cruel at times,
I wish that I weren't like them.
Why can't I be a bird, like you?
Though my voice is unlike yours.
Your morning song's so beautiful,
You bring dying birds a cure.
I cannot understand their ways,
Why don't they encage me?
I'm not so different from yourself,
I've even made some wings.
But they do not help me fly like you,
Oh I wish they'd let you leave,
I'll just release you, that I will.
I'm going to set you free!
Come, come now little bird.
I mean to you no harm.
Perch here upon my shoulder, bird
Or here, rest on my arm.
I'm going to free you now my friend.
But please, be very quiet.
So do not chirp,
And do not sing,
Or else they'll come and find us.
But if they do, I'll stay with you.
And bid they encage me,
Then we will fly away some day,
Together, flying free.
Kuroudou Akabane Death PoemKuroudou Akabane Death Poem3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I never thought about death...
To me, it was only a myth...
Now though, my time has come,
and my body is going to numb...
All my scalpel are gone
and my battle was never won...
My favorite thing is now my enemy...
My heart feels even more empty...
then it ever has before.
I was my own ally,
and I now realize,
that was a mistake,
but its to late to change my fate...
My name is Kuroudou Akabane,
and I have finally been put to rest.
I don't know where I'm going,
but I'm sure it's somewhere I will enjoy.
Holding Onto The Sharp SideI sent three poemsHolding Onto The Sharp Side11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
just like you asked
and after a long pause,
you said they were beautiful
and I said nothing.
If I had a knife
I would cut holes in the paper,
If I had a gun
I would string it up by the corners
and pull triggers with my eyes closed.
bang bang bang
click click click
And if I had a match
I would douse myself in gasoline
then touch the pages,
I never loved you
and you told me the same,
we held hands
not in love, together.
You told me
Oh, and another thing:
at 44.145447 N, 120.583402 W
you showed me what humans
are blessed to hold.
(or maybe just deserved)
They Came On Ships 2They Came On Ships 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I wish to speak with the Arishok," I implied to the Qunari guard who stood cemented by the gate to the compound. With every fibre of control, I attempted to stay calm, and collective, as I was victim to the warrior's analysing glare. For now, I revealed no part of my face to anyone except for when I would speak to the Arishok, or I might be attacked or refused entry into the living quarters of the Qunari peoples.
"There is no reason for you to see the Arishok," the Qunari guard stated blatantly, and stiffened his stance in response to his decision to disallow entry. "He cannot grant audience to any citizen of this disgraceful city, human." There was no more to discuss, according to the guard. He looked away, and hoped that I would turn around and leave quietly.
"I am one of Hawke's companions," I said. "Surely the Arishok would like to hear of some news that Hawke is willing to relay to the Qunari leader." Lying was not an option to gain access to the compound that I enjoyed executing
Ever Wanted?Ever wanted to just curl up and die?Ever Wanted?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn off the lights?
Or kiss the world goodbye?
The Stone MaidenOnce while in the wasteland wood,The Stone Maiden2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I came upon the one who stood
Forever cast in stone was she,
Amongst the trees for none to see.
She stood with chin still tilted high,
Defiance shining in her eye.
But she was trapped by witches' spell
And stuck inside a stony shell.
Love's first kiss could set her free,
And together we would be.
I never knew of who she was
but I could end her ceaseless pause.
So I crept close and caught her hand
Frozen still by cursed command
I held her hip within my grip,
And placed a kiss upon her lips.
The rise and fall of life began;
Across my jaw her fingers ran.
Rosy hue flushed up her cheek
She beamed at me, but didn't speak.
Then suddenly, the marshland swayed
Magic bade for prices paid.
The maiden held me close for fear
Of hidden crones that might be near.
But violent winds had knocked me back
Enchanted thorns and brush attacked.
My maiden screamed and cried for help
But no one heard her frantic yelps.
I found myself upon my feet
ColetteKiss the girls and make them die,Colette1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
they say in hushed tones through vacant skies
The empty hearts of the Queen's guards
Are calling out your name
You're swimming in pools of regret
The bloody seas won't calm just yet
And your hand-me-down Catholicism
Doesn't cover life jackets or canoes
"We are witnessing a good girl's fall from grace."
They shout out in unison in wealthy estates
Sipping on Bourbon and London Gin
As you undress
They know the Harlots are in bloom
Embellished in lace, concealed harpoons
Tramps pour word upon word unto their deaf ears
Remember, seduction will only carry those in red
With cheeks a merry, stubborn bred
So remember who you loved
And who loved you
When your skin becomes so frail
Your rosacea fades, and there's no ale
To cloud their eyes, poor pretty mare
You'll have to read
Text is sacred to the Holy,
Empowering to those worthy
And a useful trick to get beneath your skirts
Know that 'a penny for your thoughts'
Is worth no more than getting caught
In an alleywa
concubinean open mind; maybeconcubine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
madness, passive empathy
both shaped like a perfect love song
or, so you say
your drumming conundrum,
her shrill solo;
wanton and unbecoming
and me, a nude emotion,
bought with ten camels,
a painted paramour
the other woman
there are no gods tonight, only stars.she is allthere are no gods tonight, only stars.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
gap toothed grins and giggles,
twirling in her room
to the ticking of her clock.
there are stars on her ceiling,
and she counts them,
one, two, three.
and then she is four.
she takes up dancing, and
when she is seven, her teacher
tells her to eat a little bit less.
for dancing, you know.'
the boy behind her calls her
a fat cow, and she ignores him.
she keeps dancing,
and the teacher stops smiling.
the boy's words ring in her ears,
day and night.
she quits dancing,
stops wearing skirts and dresses.
the years go by quickly,
and one night,
she is sixteen.
she looks up,
and there are stars,
plastered across the sky.
they remind her of sequins,
of glitter and smoke,
and of dancing,
dancing- dancing in her room, in the living room,
on stages in front of crowds.
and being unafraid.
she wants to dance. she shuffles,
limbs awkward, feet not quite there
she jerks, flails her arms in the air.
she twists, and turns, and leaps, and then-
she is da
In Hidingwatch, beauty flares;In Hiding7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bury your words
with the necessity of murder
a silence for empty theaters
even surface thoughts
are only bones.
The Color of Bad PoetryThe color of bad poetryThe Color of Bad Poetry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is comprised of a messy palette.
my red frustration
creative impotence rising
when faced with that daunting white page.
an ivory surface marred
with black shapeless words.
Desperate to convey meaning
they coil around my grey consciousness .
They collapse into a single crimson pill
bitter and hard to swallow
tastes of ash
it scalds my throat on its way down .
a product emerges.
It flaunts and chants mercilessly
as I watched, colored with dark self-loathing.
RipeningBreaking ground to spread your seedRipening1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To sprout a planter’s polygamy
Just loused, no soil yields
Better beasts have plowed these fields
What has caused such desolation,
In this forsaken man’s creation?
I will know, push back my limbs
I will see, pierce through my lids
Around every mound and every crag,
Lay many vessels, in misuse.
Running forth from their ear,
Poppy, rose, and barley juice
Such intimate instruments
They play for dancing drones
Circling, spiraling, and standing still
But I rather dance alone
Enticing snare or rusting ring,
Prolific crop that reaps nothing.
And words inscribed with an x
Fade away with every breath.
A field hand can labor alone
Yet they keep coming back, coming back!
don't fuck with the Corps adTo the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannahnight before last.don't fuck with the Corps ad2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Date: 2010-09-27, 1:43 am. E.S.T.
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket.. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason.. my girlfriend was happy that I just returned safely from my
2nd tour as a Combat Marine in Afghanistan. She had just bought me that Kimber Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster
for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a
very intimidating weapon
when pointed at your head, isn't it?!
I know it probably
Tenuto"Other peopleTenuto1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
usually let me down."
her hair scratches
my arm falls asleep.
"Do I let you
down?" I ask,
with the blue lights
My other hand
moves to her neck,
She moves under the
a chorus of violins
to one breathless note.
The morning before
a small caramel
from a fat man's
The wrapper claimed
It Gets So Hot The Shape Could FadeWet your lips and read this slowly:It Gets So Hot The Shape Could Fade9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am melting and oversaturated
in absolute sunlight and pointless,
You are speaking,
climbing over sentences
stepping over rocks and cracks,
I have seen this, honey,
I have seen you plunge an axe
at the top of this glacier.
Topless, your hair pulled back,
mouth open slightly.
This is not a stop, not even a
luscious pull over on highway 95.
Everyone is watching each other
and I am no exception.
Written over and over
and over and over, this
low frequency, solitary pumping
is floating through Nevada now.
We don't talk anymore,
(say the same things too many times
and they may as well be words),
we recite little novellas
on our way back home.
And the heat is alone, someone
is making figure eights
with their finger out the window.
It's interesting, it's
something you can look at twice.
Restless Ghosts and Sleeping LanternsHush my child, don't you fearRestless Ghosts and Sleeping Lanterns1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monster's arms will comfort, dear
Lie inside the warm embrace
And dry the tears that track your face
Listen closely to the breeze
That whispers words between the trees
In the dark they'll gently comb
And call you swiftly, safely, home
Smile, darling, shut your eyes
And hear the witches' happy cries
Feel the kindness of their light
The fire licks the coming night
When you're shivering to the bone
Remember, sweet, you're not alone
In the cracks that cross the ground
The beast will keep you safe and sound
Shh my love, no need to weep
I'll sing to you until you sleep
Nothing's scary as it seems
Hold onto that within your dreams
Don't you worry, where you stand
I'll always be, to hold your hand
Terror loses sharpened teeth
Around my bed, six feet beneath
See the stars that shine above
And know that they'll protect you, love
All is brightened by their spark
There is no need to fear the dark
WhitewashI am buying some teaWhitewash11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass bottle
on a college campus.
Nobody is here after
7pm, not even the
Everyone wants to
get in their cars
and find home.
lots of waiting.
An old friend passes me
on the stairs.
We make jokes
Hell is a quiet place.
The silver token bottle cap
ExposureThe wind invites itselfExposure9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from underneath my door,
it reaches under
it pulls open-
the leaves come in.
A bird hops over the
threshold and tilts its
head in quick, informative
The rains follow in
after the wind and
now I have to reason with
both the animals and the storm.
Those abandoned wooden barns
with one wall collapsed,
overgrown with vines and ferns.
The epitome of giving in.
I close the door
and all the windows,
leave it to the glass
to challenge the rain.
That little bird,
somewhere in here,
is searching for where
the wind has gone.
I imagine lying
on the hood of a car
beneath the desert sun.
Touch and KissTouch and kiss meTouch and Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make me fall
Back in love
Touch and kiss me
If you dare
Touch and feel me
If you care
Don't let my heart bleed
Touch and kiss me
I know you're real
Touch and kiss me
To see if I can feel
Make things better
Touch and kill me
To feel forever
Touch and freeze me
Touch and kiss me
Let go my soul
Don't try to take it
I won't let go
But touch and feel me
If you still want
Touch and kiss me
Bite my lips to blood
Touch and feel me
I don't need to know
if you touch me
I need to be kissed
If you feel me
I need to be killed