Rotten BetrayalWe were never just normal.Rotten Betrayal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were always beautiful,
Tantalizing and shining.
They wanted to be us,
Wanted to have us.
We knew that and used it,
Played with them like puppets.
But in the end,
We had to fall,
And then the appeal faded.
They turned their backs on us,
And we were left to rot in the fetid air.
Our Christmas Together: Act 2Lala floated to door to answer it. She smiled ear to ear when she saw who was outside.Our Christmas Together: Act 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Calida!" she shouted with glee.
The soft blonde girl was greeted with giggles and hugs from the alien. She hugged her back with all her might.
"It's been too long," she said.
"Let's talk inside."
They both went inside and Krista took Calida's bag of gifts and presents upstairs. The duo both talked a little bit when the doorbell rang again. Lala ran across the hallway. Calida looked around, enjoying the decorations. Then a squeal of happiness exploded from the foyer.
Calida looked around the corner to see an old friend. She rushed to the duo and hugged him once Lala stopped.
"Hey Calida," he said.
"It's so nice to you see you again, but I thought you couldn't make it."
"I couldn't miss out on a great party and seeing old friends," he said. Then he looked at Lala and asked, "Is this your home on Earth Lala?"
"Oh no it's not mine," she answered, "its Henna's."
They soon moved to the kitchen a
The Space Zoo: Act 4Jars of gooThe Space Zoo: Act 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Henna opened the door first. It was the first door that didn't open automatically; it meant they were getting closer to their goal.
She looked around and said, "It's clear."
The others walked pass her and looked at the walls. They were filled with jars as tall as the walls themselves. Each one could fit Henna more into them. Most of them were empty. The hallway was filled with these jars. Tenjina and Nayeli looked at each one, hoping to see some life in them.
Henna walked through the hallway looking at the jars and said, "They give me the creeps."
"I wonder what's in them," Tenjina said, walking by her side.
"There is a head in this one," Miles said.
The girls looked at him and stared at the jar. A green yellowish fluid was in it. A few bubbles was in it, it seem to be frozen in time. It was just a tan human head in it. The head had feminine features. Her hair was long and the same color as the liquid, maybe she's a blond or have white hair. Her face showed no signs
VictimVictim3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That could obliterate the indestructible
That can crush any emotional-barrier
That seems beyond cruel
That is far out of control
It's impossible almost every night / You're the one who left me traumatized
As my lungs become EVER-so numb / This damage can NEVER be undone
Then my wounded memory floods / You will always be a part of my blood
Gasping for air
Holding my head
Afflicted by despair
I will never be able to forget
Living like this
One can only pretend
There is no such thing as darkness
But I knew I could not prevent the end
A part of me
Has that one wish
There was no tragedy
Ever to begin with
Innocence is held down
By what cannot be seen
Dark images are bound
Thou will forever be a part of me
I want to be set free / From your relentless agony
I'm starting to forget what it's like / To feel a complete soul inside
Though I hope you're doing well / I can't wait to see you here in hell
staircase.it should flow and it should feel,staircase.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it should not have boundary, it should expand them,
my words are a maze, even unto me,
I navigate them with a dim light,
a myriad labyrinth of balconies,
and leaping from edge to edge occasionally,
I find a painted place,
snowing, ocean, emotions translated,
...tumbled into a glen, where the sky was blue-green,
and I just lay there, dreaming,
with my arms splayed,
content for once in a song,
a fantasy, constructed, journey, fabricated
but realest to me, experience,
for once, nothing somber,
I forget all about everything in this sleep,
only rarely do I see the flashes of death,
a sharp pain of existence,
knowing I'm temporary,
not thinking it, but knowing it.
the strongest pain,
the most bitter liquor,
a quiet death,
why isn't it possible to forget pain?
what evolutionary purpose does it serve, to be in debt to our brains?
why can't we find peace,
DadDad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You left us
You closed the door
You blocked out the light
You weren't with us anymore
For so long it was just us three
Then mom grew ill
She let go of my my hand
Sickness won over will
We cried that night
There was sorrow and then some
The funeral was the next day
You didn't even come
We trained so hard
To once more see her face
You are not welcome here
You're a disgrace
Your intentions may have been pure
But you actions are riddled with guilt
You drove a knife through our family
Pushing down hard on the hilt
I guess I don't hate you
But my fury is real
And nothing can break
This heart of steel
You helped us though
You were all that we had
So once, just this once
I will call you dad
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
the libraryhere it is,the library3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the library of my heart,
the sum, of all my experiences,
my memories on shelf A,
a couple million bound pages,
seeping ink onto the carpet,
it will never wash off,
I tried bleach, it just smears
a couple tomes about loss,
several of love,
millions combining the two,
it seems I'm a method author.
I just write what's truest,
what sparks most, what hurts,
the prick of blood, the coagulation of ink forming clots and scabs, hardcover
this place is slowly sinking into itself, consistently growing,
but littered with cigarettes, the embers, burning, glowing, suck the stacked shelves into ashes
they bleed into white-out tape, miles of tangled typewriter ribbons,
millions of pen cartridges,
this is my life's work, up in flames,
why is such a monument, sought to be destroyed?
Unamed song 11Unamed song 116 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ca y'est j'ai enfin la cirose
Après toutes ces années à piccoler
Allez les gars faut qu'on l'arrose
Levez vos verres à ma santé
Ca y'est j'ai enfin le cancer
Après toutes ces années à fumer
Allez les gars polluez l'air
Levez vos clopes à ma santé
Ca y'est j'ai enfin le sida
Après toutes ces années à baiser
Allez les filles, allez les gars
Levez vos bites à ma santé
Ca y'est je vais enfin crever
Après toutes ces années a ruiner ma vie
Allez les gars faut pas pleurer
J'préfère être mort que d'vivre ici
watcherstruth is, I just didn't want to sleep.watchers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At all, wary little dreams, pit-falls
Blue birds, and tall tales.
Truth is I just wrote this for you,
knowing you would read it soon,
dare I dream knowing you would.
Maybe I'll dream of you?
And all your little quirks,
I've never met nor could I ever...
nor could I ever, predict or prescribe them,
describe or detain them to you,
whoever you are
I know you're loyal,
because you are...
reading this in your mind,
giving the words a chance, and I hope I don't be-tray,
your trust, with this,
I hope I don't be-tray, you today,
or tomorrow, yada yada yada
so on, so forth, and yours truly,
to some loyal listener.
the deathinfinite pain, smothered,the death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do not worry dear, my heart hath died,
pool of mine own blood, stewed, dried on,
punctured by, a slow arrow,
torn asunder, reduced to ashes,
BoughsThe hooded canopys bow their heads,Boughs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gnarled and crooked faces smile
I run my hands over rough bark,
The splintered shards bite their tips,
If they could speak we might discuss:
"How is the weather today, fine lady?"
And in infinite wisdom I might reply:
"Dear sir, I believe you are a tree,
Do mine eyes deceive me?"
And you might answer me:
"Child, so are you, with a heart of wood
And broken. dangling, puppet limbs,
I have watched you bend, torn by the wind,
And I have seen you break under it,
Howling in the storm,
Little tree, I have seen your heart tear in two".
But sir, you are a tree.
Intermezzoand the world spun a sad sad tune,Intermezzo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for all, us sad sad folk;
it seemed to whisper,
insert next disc,
reflect-ions, of glass
blown from a fluid point in space,
the universe for you, carries indifference
but open me it be-stows, the gift of consciousness,
I guess through my eyes, I'm the only one who is real,
fallen apart, apart the cogs and wheels strip,
I am a heavenly machine, now slowly ceased,
it seems I'm off chemical, inbalance, doctor,
but don't you see?
it doesn't matter, because I'm the only me, I'll ever need.
and there's far too many yous,
that in a crowd, all I feel is two entities,
the yous and the me,
run the numbers,
it's not a fair fight.
run the numbers once again,
begin to see my plight?
hard, ever to explain,
I am a diamond in the rough,
the spectacles which allows me to see so clearly
also catch all the mud, gore dirt, and dust
obviously, I am not meant to be,
my own will of self-destruction is my testimony to my apathy,
if only you could kill
Unamed song 10Mon corps est en vie, moi je suis mortUnamed song 106 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
L'âme écrasée sous le poids des remords
J'ai critiqué mais j'ai laissé faire
Et maintenant je maudit la terre entière
Traverser ce monde est tellement futile
Le corps n'est qu'un emballage inutile
J'ai perdu l'esprit en cherchant la raison
J'ai détruit mon âme de mon propre poison
La pire des races du haut de sa tour
Comptemple sereine la fin des hommes
Mais ne voit pas tourner les vautours
Impatients que sonne la fin de l'ultimatum
Met toi debout, regarde toi en face
Est-ce qu'il te plait ce reflet dans la glace
Je ne voit qu'un lâche et ses grands idéaux
Un lache qui se cache sous le masque des mots
J'ai vomi partout ma rage et ma haine
L'acide corrosif, qui brûle dans mes veines
Je cherche sous ma peau un moyen qu'il en sorte
J'ai détruit mon âme, que le diable l'emporte
The Creator and The 6 Villains: unfinished shit...TCandT6V: Chapter 5The Creator and The 6 Villains: unfinished shit...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The forest was breezy and I was getting cold. I cursed myself for how much skin I was showing. Then I noticed a faint odor in the air, it didn't smell like the cave filled with the trolls, it didn't reek of cheap perfume in The Soiled Child's mansion, it smelled sweet. As I continued on the path, the faint odor got stronger and the scenery gave off a pastel vibe. The trees started to fade into a light pink color and the trail itself was turning into a rainbow. The trail had colorful, circle stones leading the way. They seemed to perfect to be stones.
"I wonder," I thought out loud.
Next thing I did was lifted my foot into the air and smashed down on a yellow stone. It gave in and a red jelly oozed out of it. The sweetened scent of strawberries filled the air.
"I knew it; this place is like Candy Land or Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory,"
I continued on the rainbow path of sweets and noticed the scenery was changing into giant candy. The trees started
Her Legacy: Act 3The sun was high in sky, and the heat was just getting hotter. The giantess was wearing her human disguise, not wanting to draw any. Her light pink sundress came down her calves, if she was normal height it would covered her feet. Dark grey wedges covered her feet while the ribbons wrapped around her ankles; with her large summer hat to tie in her looks, this being looked lovely.Her Legacy: Act 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She floated down the farms market, looking at the humans' food with her exotic eyes. Everything was in the raw and new to her. She had never seen the ingredients of her favorite dishes before. She looked at each stand and oohed and awed at each one. But she wasn't buying anything, she was window shopping. But one thing caught her eye, a flyer of a business. It wasn't a business but a show, a circus show.
She smiled to herself and took the flyer, hoping to get a seat to this show.
Mike was at the show again, front row this time, he had to figure a plan out to stop The Princess. He still couldn't wrap his mi
Snow of RedMy nostrils flared as more snow fell from the skies. My breathing was strong and silent. The sun was high in the sky and blended in with my forest. Everything was perfect but for one thing. I could smell the stink even a few yards away. And the snapping of falling branches, it was loud. This thing doesn't know that it shouldn't be here. It will have no warning from me. I am hungry for its flesh and meat, by the smell and it's walking it is alone and female.Snow of Red4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I slowly paced myself to her, closing the distance. When I finally caught sight of her, I blended in, making her fear the woods. She wore bright colors and she running away from something but it wasn't me. Why is she running? She trips and falls into a small puddle, making even more shrieks and noise. This female is disturbing nature, she should be killed. That is why I am here.
Then she looks up at me as I jump from my perch. She screams louder as my gun points at her face. But her eyes are looking at a new target. A heavy breathin
Vodka and ViolinsVodkas and ViolinsVodka and Violins4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Play up the night laughter, kind
Of sinking into everyone's
Linking the drunks together
Kind of driving
The people into a frenzy
Which could lead to a mob
Which could come to your doorstep
At half past
The witching hour
As they often refer to it
Like the stool, the stained stool
By the counter
Where he sat
Before he got up and
To slaughter the cows kind of
Like the table
The table in
Where the mayor sat
Made the announcement
The glass mug
Mug that you drank
Out of kind
Played on a winter night
Deep and dark