Municipal treesOutside my house the fruitless cherry has oddly turned half-red precisely along the middle of its canopy.Municipal trees5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
- "Don't judge me."
I don't, I judge badly dug paving, poor cherry.
The local trees do not appear to have reached consensus on the pace for autumn.
Maples and sycamore are bright and stripping already, orange and yellow shedding seeds across the housing estate. But hornbeam and whitebeam are half green half yellow caught in the act of changing, almost embarrassed. The hazel is green and is not budging for you or any squirrel.
In the patch between the grubby flats stands an improbably beautiful yellow berried mountain ash, serene and out of place...
- "Well, I do not belong here..."
Yes, but you are so beautiful, if those little s**ts pull you down I swear I will come after them.
Some of the dogwood still has leaves, the rest is stalk naked, red stems not caring what the council garages think, dancing in the rain. Bu
The incubi's plan.You softly reached for the black rose with red thorns. The other two disappeared. Cerulean words appeared from the rose, it said.The incubi's plan.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Why choose the one, with the Demon of desire and lust?'
Suddenly that little obscure world of illusion darkness disappeared. You were being waken up. You heard faint words, of course in a strange language. But you could make the words out. It had a very interesting language. You opened your eyes, To be only found with pair of sapphire eyes.
A warm hand was on your face, a thumb rubbing your cheek. "Bonjour!" He said with a small Smile. You blushed and blinked twice. Your eyes shifted from his face to the place you were now sleeping in. It was a dark blue room; it had roses for decoration no matter where you looked. On the chairs, on the canopy, on the silky bed sheets, even on his clothing.
"Miss_____, I see your awake. Please sit up. You must be wondering many things now " The blonde man said as he sat down a nearby chair while you sat up
Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowfully, 'It is not a worthy present to give to you. I'm sorry. I've run out of words...'
Screwing up the exhaling lung, the empty lung, I tossed it over my shoulder, 'Have you anything else to give me?'
Biting her lip, her hands trailed over her remaining lung, 'I have this... but it
It's never over...It's never over...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No, it's not over."
Marc whispered to himself as he stared at the setting sun. The large sphere of heaven gave a dance of vivid colors across the sky as it plummeted to the ground. The wind blow against his face as if they replied to what he said. The waters reflected lines of white light as the sun grew smaller over the horizon. A calm silence surround him, a silence that he never wanted.
"Hey! Marc! The food's here, Hurry up!"
Marc turned to his right and saw David, waving his arms and calling out for the party to start. Ethan, Bianca, and Helen was already at the table. Pizzas, steaks, salads, and a handful of beverages stacked the table. They were all chit chatting about their own lives and how everything changed, either for the better or for worse.
"Yeah, in a minute." Marc called out to David, which now sat down and joined the party. He could hear them talk from where he stood. Heaving a sigh, he looked back into the su
The Red RoadThe Red Road5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is a Red Road
That stretches from Cape Town to the Elysium Fields
And on that road there is a pit stop at Robben Island
To a prisoner's cell, prisoner 46664
Where the heart of a hero
Was once born
There is a Red Road
That runs from Berlin to Hades
And on the road there is a pit stop at the Biederitz River
Where the brutal ashes of a man named Adolf
Drift away in the currents
There is a Red Road
That lies between Poland to Zion
And on that road there is a pit stop at Auschwitz
Where the spirits of the dead
Still gather at the Death Wall
There are a million pit stops to be made
On the myriad paths of the interwoven labyrinths
That bind us together and tear us apart
Warning you and me of the potholes & pitfalls
On the Red Road that is the World
Telling us in a whisper "Don't forget it"
Telling us in a prayer "Don't repeat it"
©2010 Sarah Donnelly
It wasn't a dateWe were just friends, Lily and I. We were two friends going to the movies. No biggie. Then, as we were walking home she leaned over and very gently kissed me.It wasn't a date4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm no saint. And I'm not straight, either. Girls, guys, it never seemed to matter. But this, this was different. So much was different. Lily had always been the shy, innocent one. But now, I was surprised to have her kiss me.
Eons later, she pulled away and looked at me.
"Lily, I-" I began a speech about how I knew she was straight, knew she only wanted to "experiment" as so many other girls had with me. But I'm no lab rat. Besides, so many girls before, girls who I hadn't even thought about in that way had used me. Then, they used the fact that I wasn't straight as an excuse to push me away. Too many friendships had been ruined, and this wasn't going to happen again. Not with Lily.
But before I could start, she pressed her mouth against mine, this time harder.
She led me to her house and kissed me one more time. T
MYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of SoulMYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of Soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the labyrinth of darkest dreams, I am the pitch
of coldest night
In the solace of the blackest dawn I seek you
Where unblinking eyes sojourn in forests wild,
the kiss of ash and sanguine bespeaks
Whispers of a thousand skies rust and fall
The syrup of the gloaming hums thru the trees..
Obsidian mists bejewel the hunger of my soul,
like silhouettes dissolving into the poise of talons
In murk of scorched grove, Witches tears drip from
the leaves caressing the tip of my tongue
Acrid winds scented by forbidden incantations,
slither deep into the prelude of Love's sacrament
In shallow of ebon fields I bask in beautiful decay,
as black roses drift in ballads of nocturnal reverie
Beneath the providence of dark stars, I am the river;
the ink which you lust mystic poison & naked flesh
Undress thy ache upon sable breath, drink my gaze
Covet my shadow, unto forever you shall drown
Arthur Crow © 2012
ExpectationsI'm not sure what she's waiting for...Expectations7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's likely never coming...
But I was waiting like that once
When my heart believed in humming
But now it's still and so am I
I expect no expectations
Yet maybe hope I understand
I wait in desperations....
The BirdsBreathe in and think of loveThe Birds4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe out and think of pain
Listen to the feeling in your heart
Not the voices in your brain
Hark the wind blowing through the trees
Ignore the dirge of modern life
Use your ears to hear the birds
and with them let your worries take flight
Glide upon the pockets of wind
Wherever the breeze shall take you
Make the journey beautiful
Rather than the place you wish to get to
Breathe in and think of the future
Breathe out and forget the past
I know the pain seems never ending
But such dismal days will not last
Hear my whispered words softly
Stirring emotions in your heart
I will offer my hand, my love
As the birds begin to depart
I will show you love and freedom
if you take my hand and stay
There will be no pain or reason
From which you need to run away
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 29 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
My Last MomentMy Last Moment5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My last moment
Written by ToxiHelena <3
Each day people tell you how to live and be,
Each day you know there are lies you cannot see,
But you never shook your head, you just go along.
Each night when you're alone and you just can't dream,
You know you're missing someone, who's never here,
But you never open your eyes, just go back to sleep.
You know you can't hide forever,
The mask cannot save you from this cruel world,
You have no chance but to continue living.
You feel you can say those things,
Emotions are just growing up inside your soul,
You have no chance but to continue walking,
Till the last moment of your life.
Each day when it rains, you see through the raindrops,
Each day when it rains, your heart is crying too,
But you never open your umbrella to stop.
Each night, when you're feeling down, and you can't sleep,
Do you feel someone's loving you, with their feelings so deep?
But you never hold their hand before you say goodbye.
You know you can't run forever,
The rain canno
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
A Real MasterpieceA Real Masterpiece3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look, a quote I stole!
In black and white type!
This took my heart and soul,
It deserves the hype!
In LoveIn LoveIn Love8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-
The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-
I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-
Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-
So we look like Sid and Nancy,
Walking together hand-in-hand-
And I couldn't have been happier,
The night we met-
Already sharing our life stories,
I'm not alone anymore-
And I love you,
And you love me too...
AwayI need to escape the fumes of this city,Away4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sick of the sunken eyes filled with pity.
The people here are much too cruel,
it's all they were ever taught in school.
Take me to where the answers fall like leaves
from the branches of autumn trees
I want to know which road to take from here,
I don't want to have to live in this constant fear.
Take me to where the hunted are at peace,
where the grass dances in a cool summer breeze.
I want to be where your love is all I need,
it so much sweeter than the purest mead.
Ode to PrinterOh printer,Ode to Printer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish that
He stares at
He looks at
You as though
You will begin
To speak to him
(Though I doubt
You share a common
He comes running
As you begin to
Paper in and spitting
It out as you
Ink words and images
(As though what he
Needs is being printed,
And he needs to grab it
Before anyone sees.)
Cease and Desist,
Your siren calls,
Of being an oracle.
Cease and Desist
Release my cat.
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
They Told UsThey Told Us:They Told Us4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!
Here I go again with my hella sick rhymes,
Jegus I forget it all, most of the time
But Homestuck's got me going,
Now my flames are highly burning,
My inspiration gone zapping,
Double vision's what I'm seeing,
All my senses activating,
Waiting for a Hussie updating,
I'm going crazy in this crap,
Now you guys just watch me rap!
A FarewellIs love essential to you? Is it a reality that you long to face? To feel its warmth drawing you in and make you feel alive, truly alive? To be in love is a gift so great that you feel that you are complete, a deus ex machina in your own right. No boundaries, no limits. Only raw emotion fueling your every move. No thoughts, no hesitation.A Farewell9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Then pity me, kind lover. Pity a soul so miserable that my cries echo across a great waste that was once my heart. Pity me who waits in vain for a chance of redemption! Pity me who has forgotten what it was like to give love to someone! I have become a creature who lives in apathy and remorse, a pitiful soul lost forever.
Have I become too dramatic? Maybe so, and I apologize. But is it now what drives you forward, my dear lover? A chance to show a flair for the dramatic? To flaunt your emotions for everyone to see what happiness truly is? Then pray I beg you, show me! Show me what's it like to live! To love!
I only have a few moments before despair ove
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r