PlowIt's finally snowing again,Plow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blankets of peace falling
with a freshness that lacks innocence.
Nearly forgotten, they're here as expected,
clearing the streets,
trying to push aside all the worry
that makes things unsafe, but
the steel mouth askew grates against my heart;
its thick bass scrape pushing more than piles of white aside,
it pushes my blood aside too,
piling it up in the corner of this pumping vessel that falters,
ice-caked and bitten, stiffened,
and keeps faltering,
until the air is silent
and the street no longer shivers in torture.
The only evidence is the blanket of white
that keeps falling,
like fluffy stuffing that's been yanked out.
All is silent,
except the fond memories that peel away
from my heart in little shreds,
and the plows, scraping fresh wounds again.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
Moving OnWhy don't I want to leave, yet I do?Moving On8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it because I won't see you?
Will I miss this okay place?
Or will I miss your smiling face?
Will I miss the people here?
Or is it you I hold so dear?
Will I miss the past behind?
Or is it you stuck in my mind?
Will I miss the sky so blue?
Or dear friend will I miss you?
Progetto MalaMente:Stralcio1Progetto MalaMente:Stralcio15 years ago in Drama More Like This
Adoro questo lavoro, la maggior parte della gente comune pensa che Io sia un pazzo, uno che maneggia tutto il giorno un flessibile quale interesse può avere verso i propri simili?
Oh! Quanto si sbagliano, non sanno quante e quali soddisfazioni possa trarre dal mio amato arnese.
Io sono un artista, quello che faccio non ha prezzo, la maggior parte di voi non avrebbe il fegato per immaginare quello che penso e poi realizzo.
I love this job. Most common people think me a madman - how much interest in my fellow man can I have when I spend all my days handling an angle grinder
Oh, how wrong they are. They don't know the many and varied pleasures I derive from my beloved tool.
I am an artist, what I do has no price. Most of you wouldn't have the guts to even imagine the things I conceive and then realise.
Visiting springВесна вновь зовёт нас её навестить;Visiting spring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Грозой обещает с небес напоить.
Расстелет большой изумрудный ковёр,
А с неё рассвет солнца яркий костёр
Для нас по-утру не спеша разо
Frail EdenFrail Eden8 years ago in Drama More Like This
The storm broke, and thunder rolled across the rough landscape. It mottled the earth, the tree tops, the sheer sharp mountain faces that tore holes in the sky for the moon to glimpse through and illuminate, momentarily, each little scene of the night below. The birds that cowered in tunnelled cliffs. Frenzied fishes in rain-chopped pools. The skulking beasts in their leafy nests, and, away from these, ropes and canvas strained against the wind, preserving the warm lamplight inside.
Cloth and chloriphorm sat on the ground beside the girl, her head in the old man's lap, as he caressed her head and brushed away her tears.
"I can't marry him, daddy. Not without lying to him."
She remembered the first occasion on which he'd found her in that state. Crumpled and moaning upon the wooden floorboards, twisting her damp vest with her fingers and clutching her stomach. She remembered the way his face looked when he darted to her side, eyes so wide, his mouth pulled down with dismay and question.
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction"The First Kiss"Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Milo awoke from his peaceful slumber, but did not open his eyes immediately. He enjoyed basking in the pleasantness of the queen's chamber for a few minutes before getting up to start the day. He had always been one to wake up a few minutes before his alarm clock went off, and his life in Atlantis had not changed this habit one bit. He knew that the queen's assistant, as the official title was called, would be by in less than ten minutes.
Before opening his eyes, Milo allowed his other senses to take in the rest of the room. He heard the gentle trickling of a fountain that ran along the walls of the chamber, just below the wide windows that let in the night air. Having a pretty moderate climate within their "air bubble" beneath the ocean floor, and with no sky to change the weather, life was pretty comfortable once you got used to it. The soft, silk sheets of the bed lay over his body, coveri
Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
The European Parliament - Why Should I CareThe European Parliament - Why Should I Care2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The European Parliament
Why should I care?
"Yes, why should I?" - that's what I was wondering about not so long ago. I simply did not care about the European Parliament or, to be more specific, the European Union. As an Austrian I just took being European for granted, being part of the union itself, for granted. I never thought about what that meant though, for me all this "political mumbo-jumbo" seemed so far away, almost unreachable.
It also seemed to me like all political issues the European Parliament was dealing with with more important issues than the "first-world problems" some Austrians might have.
When we started learning about it at school I still found it uninteresting, it did not help or change my opinion in the slightest.
For me, it was also normal to live in a democratic country and in a democratic union where you could just elect the people you thought would represent you best.
What did change things was when we visited Strasbourg last December. It was simply amazing for
Writer's BlockA writer's block is something nobody can bear,Writer's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's the truth, that I swear.
We all have a specific goal that we write for,
Even if it sometimes start to feel like a chore.
When our minds are shrouded and we can't think clear,
That's perfectly normal have no fear.
We might not be able to write about the things we like,
Then sometimes the most brilliant inspiration will strike.
Until we get inspired we should practice writing more,
Even if it's just a simple story about how you went to a store.
We must broaden our horizons for new themes and such,
Maybe we find a subject for which we have a special touch.
So prepare for your inspiration to come,
Or else you cannot put it to words and that is no fun.
we should celebratei.we should celebrate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i tried to think of pain as a flower,
first it blossoms
it wilts away.
but i won't let myself disappear
along with it,
give you that.
(it's not the agony that makes
me scream, it's the flavor).
and you whispered softly
"i'll rip your heart out and replace it
with a song,
it's christmas soon, and
we should celebrate".
you've always used my scars
as a calendar,
as a way to remind yourself
"today is tuesday
and i still exist".
(it's morning now because
i can see
through my eyelids
a bright summer day,
the flowers are
those handsthose hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hands, long, pale, and slender, never shook.
Those hands, that held the knitting,
held the knife,
those hands, that were strong forever,
those hands, that held mine tightly,
those hands, that clenched as we ran from the flames,
those hands shook
as my life
faded to black.
No EscapeNo Escape2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tried pressing escape
Still Sitting here...
Quisieracomo quisieraQuisiera11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tenerte en mis brazos
y juntos en silencio
ver caer la fresca lluvia
como quisiera besarte ahora
y mirandote a los ojos
que te quiero y te necesito
pero no me queda
mas que querer
querer y esperar al mañana
abrazarte y sentir tu suave piel
extraño tus dulces palabras
y tus miradas nuevas
quiero tenerte, quiero quererte
quiero ver un sol nuevo contigo
la suave crisa junto a ti
sentir y decir todo lo que siento
querer y amar junto con el tiempo
Carry My LoveCarry My Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carry my heart, not because you need to, but because my heart found you.
Carry my dreams, not because you understand, but because my dreams were only about you.
Carry my blood as it was yours, not because I depend on you, but because our blood is sealed.
Carry my body as it was yours, not because I'm gone, but because I will always be with you.
Carry my love through eternity, not because I'm the only one, but because I will always love you.
lai de la lunelai de la lune10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lai de la lune
sur une île
avait un rêve
qui le hantait
dans ce rêve la lune jouait un méchant rôle
ses rayons blancs
dans son ciel
ou elle rayonnait comme une pièce de 20 centimes
perdue là par je ne sais quel dieu peu
soucieux de son porte-monnaie
dans son ciel elle regardait la terre d'un il narquois
d'un il vicieux
son influence était néfaste
lorsque les éléments se déchaînaient
que de lourds nuages noirs venaient à rendre le ciel
de la nuit
plus noir encore
elle était encore là
elle se montrait dans le moindre trou de nuage
lorsqu'un bateau sombrait
corps et biens
dans une mer d'huile
emporté par le fond
par quelque odieux monstre des profondeurs
qui croyez-vous qui brillait dans son ciel immaculé
la lune encore la lune
et quand une famine dévastait le pays du comte
que ses paysans mangeaient des racines
puis leurs chaussures puis leurs enfants et leurs femmes
elle était toujours là
la lune toujours la lune
si bien que dès qu'elle montait dan