The Beauty of IgnoranceThe Beauty of Ignorance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Beauty of Ignorance
The Innocence of Youth
When I was young, I
never wanted to kill anything. I didn't want to be responsible for
snuffing out a fiercely burning torch of possibilities. I believed in
ghosts. In a continuation of the ethereal spirit that inhabited
everything, and might haunt me after it's unnatural death. Now, I no
The tall wildgrass is a crisply waving sea of ocher, the beady kernels mingling
with floating motes of dust in an upward ascent driven by the cool
fall wind. I glance skywards. Long, shredded trains of cumulonimbu
Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part 6Aela waited in the Underforge for Skjor and Viletta, wearing her Beast Form proudly. She could hear them coming, and Skjor's voice. She could smell Viletta a mile away, for she was the only one of the Companions other than Athis, that was that bathed as regularly as the sun rose and set.Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Viletta had impressed not only everyone in the Companions, but everyone in Whiterun. She was not only their Thane, but a favorite of Jarl Balgruuf and a growing favorite in Skyrim. It helped, of course, that she was the Dragonborn of ancient legend. She had wanted to ask Kodlak for his blessing in the Beast Blood ritual to welcome Viletta in the heights of the Circle, but she knew that he would never allow it. Kodlak was too preoccupied on a "cure" for his Beast Blood and wouldn't allow any other Companions to join the Circle until he was rid of it. She never understood this, however. She was Moonborn. Her mother was Moonborn. Her mother before her was Moonborn. How could that be so wrong
ObsessionMonday morning bright and shiningObsession4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we awake in perfect timing
you drink coffee I hold tea
you can't bear to look at me.
Monday's dress is ripped and torn
I clutch a shirt I've never worn
he said that I can't clean today
you spill my tea and walk away
You think that it's all one big game
that I don't need to dress the same
or plan the minutes, or count the time
or scrub at non-existant grime
or touch each door and turn each key
you think there's nothing wrong with me
and you'd be right, my cure was care
he rescued me from my nightmare
yet still your words stalk my reflection
highlighting each imperfection
Telling me that I'm so strange
yet hating how he made me change
I hide my face but you still see
the cheating, lying, witch in me.
You found the scrapbook's secret place
you ripped across his gentle face
and in his Kleenex, I had kept
you stole his touch and scent, and wept.
you sat in ignorance, fear and shame
you looked for someone else to blame
for the first time
we, the freshIt started with a tiny bottlewe, the fresh4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hand sanitizer
given as a gift
and at first it was forgotten.
Tossed into his car
the passenger seat.
But it was only a short time later
he strangled her to death
and chopped up her body.
of course, no one knew about it then.
He hid the body parts well
burned some of them
buried the rest
a flawless execution.
He cleaned up his house
and took a long warm shower.
He pulled the steaks out of the freezer
and cooked them on the stove.
He poured of glass of fine wine
and sat down to eat his victory dinner.
He realized he had forgotten to get a knife
and made his way to the kitchen.
With his knife in hand
his thoughts wandered away
pondering what the neighbors might say
if he got caught and they got interviewed
certainly none of them expected it
he was such a friendly neighbor.
But he wouldn't get caught
he chuckled vaguely
and walked back over to his steak
and started to cut into it.
As he lifted the first bite,
he smelled it.
the reek of blood just under his
71. ObsessionWhen I pull the trigger we'll stop being here71. Obsession5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
A sharp dial tone curling up in your ear
The man in the mask is behind the first door
He knows what I'm doing, but I'm not so sure
The beast on my back can not be set aside,
If I'm going down he's along for the ride
The light of the lantern is calling to me
It's significant now, as it ever will be
It's this lacking of time, has set me on edge
Each unpassed moment that's burning my head
This isn't the middle, the end or beginning
Only the slow, silent ceasing of spinning.
This isn't the middle, the end or beginning
Each unpassed moment is burning my head
This lacking of time which has set me on edge
Is significant now as it will ever be
The light of the lantern is calling to me
If I'm fading out it's along for the ride
The beast on my back can not be cast aside
It knows what I'm doing, but I'm not so sure
A man in a mask is behind the first door
The sharp dial tone curling up in his ear
When I pull the trigger, we'll stop being here.
PredateThe phone is close to my earPredate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I am close to my shelves
which hold my shoes up off
the floor my bare feet stand on.
She is talking in the breathy voice
that means she is passionate
and she is very serious about what
it may be that she is talking about
in my ear which is next to my phone
which is not listening to her vapid voice
telling me to listen to her, because I don't listen
to her anymore and she is right about that.
I listen for just a couple breath-filled words to catch
the basic idea
and that'll see me through the conversation peacefully
and she's talking about how all good couples have a fond
memory of something from early in their relationship
and my white dress shoes have a green smudge on the toebox
where someone must have stepped on them and I wonder
if just some spit and my ring finger would get that out
and all couples now, not just good couples apparently, even the bad
the screwed up junkies banging each other in the alley now have these
fond memories of banging each
Her ObsessionRadiant circle,Her Obsession4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holds more than
just her reflection.
each still pool of water,
draws her attention.
She peers intently,
smoothing silken hair,
touching full lips,
caressing high cheekbones.
A voice speaks,
she waves them off,
staring into the small mirror,
held firm within her hand.
She cannot let a minute go,
without her obsessions.
Everything must be perfect,
she must stay this way,
as long as possible.
maps don't give destinationsI stopped knowing how to respond to your twisted approach with pretty words when they made me listen with two ears, two lungs and a heart. It became habit to lose every sense except how to feel when I was near you. My fingers would form four legged spiders and reach across every expanse of your body. At times I would hold my hands up and you would hold yours. Without making skin converse with skin we still could feel every heartbeat, every breath, every future.maps don't give destinations4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My sister called us lovers in a dangerous time like that song we could never remember the name of. You said no, we're nothing like that. You said we're the cracks in the foundation, the stains in the carpet. We're all the things that will never go away, never fade. We're the connection no one expects, but the one that's impossible to create gaps in. When we are ten feet apart with a crowd setting the barrier,somehow it feels like we're holding hands with red ribbons attached to our wrists.
When we're lying under thin blanket
BluffYou're a liar.Bluff4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're a liar and all I can do is
reach out with both hands
and try and hold onto you
reach through the fog of untruth
but my hands close on a hollow shell
nothing about you is real
nothing exists in the same world as you.
I don't want you here
I don't want the feelings you bring
the darkened faces to your left and right
In a room full of people you're easy to spot
you're the one with that big smile
that big, shit-filled smile that I can't stand
and everyone else is scowling at you
The happiness is dead.
She left you too
a long time ago, a century ago
and she came to me, and here we are
and you act like you're angry with me
but that's a lie
you never cared, and we both know that
and your little games are so boring
no one is playing anymore
but you insist on setting them up
right in the middle of it all
for everyone to see
but I'm done with them, too.
Hold on, just a minute.
You've hurt too many people.
One day, it'll come back to you.
I guarantee it.
I guarantee it with
Cold LoveYou know I can't condoneCold Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this kind of behavior
She tapped her cigarette
on the table
in a weird, deliberate
The ash fell off
in a much quicker, normal
I told her I knew.
and I did know.
I knew full well.
I knew it better than anyone.
but knowing has never stopped wanting.
She couldn't condone it, that was true.
but neither would she stop me.
She liked to watch.
I know she did watch.
On her little screen
so far away from it
so clean and deniable
she watched me
and she slid her hand down
and she got a little messy
I know she did.
Or maybe not.
Maybe even the way
she got herself off
was cold and clean
I wouldn't be surprised
she probably called
is far too untidy a word
for her neatly made-up lips
maybe she wore white plastic gloves
and scrubbed up
before sliding a finger down.
But then, who am I to judge a voyeur?
After she finished her cigarette
she stood up
straightened out her brown pencil skirt
I Would Sell My Soul For YouWide awake with tear-stained eyes,I Would Sell My Soul For You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm struggling to let feelings go by,
I want tell you everything I am,
But I can't, there's no way I can,
I'm just…a shadow you vaguely glance upon.
Twisted wings all trapped in vines,
I'm stuck between the lines,
An Angel fallen from grace,
Nowhere feeling safe,
In a desolate pain that cuts deep.
I want you to know it's me,
Me, the one who you sometimes see,
I'm the one, who is lifted by your smile,
Who wants to run a thousand miles,
Just to tell you I think you are perfect.
But I know you don't want to know,
I'm the one, who will always show,
Subtle hints in every word spoken to you,
But I know there's nothing I can do,
You'll never actually meet me.
But maybe you will, one day,
On a day perhaps in the month of May,
We're on a platform station,
Smiles embraced and a certain fixation,
On the eyes that reflect that personality.
They say to wish and dream and want,
I do it all in every kind of font,
But it's still a long way off and until that day,
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.
Breaking the HabitShout into my pillow,Breaking the Habit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it hear my screams,
To feel my pain,
And know my fears.
I'll cry myself to sleep,
and want to do it again.
So I'll claw at my wrists,
and wish they'd bleed...
I'll look in a mirror,
And force myself to smile.
The mirror always lies to me,
It shows me who I want to be.
Not the real Nathalie...
I'll fall to the floor,
And start to cry.
I just need one more,
Just to stop the pain
I'm going through.
But I can't go back to it,
Because tonight I'm breaking the habit.
Soul Eater Anime ReviewSoul Eater Anime Review2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Set in the Shinigami technical school for weapon meisters, the series revolves around 3 groups of each a weapon meister and a human weapon. Trying to make the latter a "Death Scythe" and thus fit for use by the Shinigami, they must collect the souls of 99 evil humans and 1 witch.
This is Soul Eater, by Studio Bones (April 7, 2008 March 30, 2009)
I make it no secret that Soul Eater is one of my personal favourite manga series. It's a Shonen series brimming with creativity and artistic beauty. It's what happens when Tim Burton directs an anime, while adding a hint of H.P. Lovecraft for an interesting touch. There really isn't a Shonen manga like it, and frankly the only other gothic Shonen manga I'd put on the same pedestal as this would be D.Gray-Man (Yea, fuck you Ao No Exorcist).
A lot about this series is actually connected in a sense to Full Metal Alchemist. Both were published in the same comic, Monthly Shonen Gangan, Soul Eaters cre
Oath of a FatherOath of a FatherOath of a Father6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can thou hear the call of Odin?
Whispering valkyries, fallen souls.
Can thou see the hall of heroes?
Thou died without a slight remorse.
Go, my son and take thy seat on Odins side
righteous Einherjer, thou have it truly earnt.
And one day we shall meet again
to raise our horns for heathen pride.
The time to rest has not yet come,
the sword is thirsty, hungering for revenge.
My heart is full of anger, its shaking in condemnation
won't stop poundering till thoure avenged.
Hear the battle cry and the tune of the blade
as it cut's down your murderer full of hate.
This shattered look on the Christian face
so terrified and frightened, my mind can never erase.
Many battles I survived,
fed the ravens and Odin's might.
Pledged allegiance to my lord
now laying down this bloody sword.
The breath goes deep, the mind goes blank
Hearing shouts as my body sank.
and with trembling voice on the battlefield
I can hear myself whispering:
"The oath of a father, it'
If you know.If you know someone,If you know.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you know
the way their shoulders might
slump with each dreadful minute
of their day,
don't ask them
for more time.
And if you know
how their words might dry up
with their smile and you're left
facing an empty well,
don't ask them
for more water.
If you know how
sometimes their hands will
shake with the effort it takes them
to face the day,
then let them know that
and that you'll stay.
001. Cemetery001. Cemetery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I go and sit in the cemetery on warm nights, sometimes, just to feel the wind whistle through cracking stones and mausoleums. I do a lot of thinking while sitting on great grey slabs or staring at engravings that mean the world to a small few. I decided once that I want to be buried by a tree, but not in a casket...somewhere I can feed the ground with my body and become something more beautiful than myself. Other days, I simply do the math and feel sorry for those that died too young, wonder about those who died too late. I often think when I see graves that mark the deaths before grand events...the end of World War 2, the moon landing, how unfair it was that they never saw it, and feel jealous that neither did I.
Cemeteries used to be places I avoided, especially after all of my friends died. One by one like flies they dropped, to the point where the cemetery became nothing but a window sill, their bodies like tiny bugs...I didn't know when they died, they were dead and you c
Thoughts Killed The GirlThis girl has a smileThoughts Killed The Girl1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She wears it proud
But deep on the inside
She is breaking down
Her spirit is crumbling
Her soul has lost ease
She feels like she's crazy
Like no one hears as she screams
This girl is strong
She can handle a beating
But her mind has gone away
Her brain has stopped thinking
This girl has a clock
And it's losing its tick
That THING in her head
It's making her sick
Her thoughts. They killed her
They pushed her off the edge
The downfall of her existence
Were the voices in her head
Can I be Beauty?Can I capture an essence of those things around me,Can I be Beauty?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
make them good to me,
make them beauty?
Could I dissolve where pain and hurt hit,
where aches tended to be,
make myself empathy?
Could I immerse in murky waters,
all salty brine to any reception,
only to make beautiful perception?
Am I touched by the tenderness of those I've known,
ones I'll come to know,
enough to have beauty show?
Can I melt hatred,
ease suffering of ridicule and betrayal,
calm emotion incensed,
make space to allow beauty's presence?
Can I grasp loyalty as an honour,
show others what is now felt,
perhaps ever widening,
with beauty replace the pelt?
A Lone StarThe stars awakenA Lone Star1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
blinking and shining
white against black
a thing to haunt
be haunted by
your eyes glue to them
your body turns to them
your being looks to them
you're drawn in
they draw you in.
A lone star will go far
that haunted star
just like tar
sticks to you
stays with you forever
night's always going to come
so that haunted star, it'll stay with you forever.
SolaceIn the church, in quiet contemplation,Solace8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lost amidst the funeral throng.
Standing in crowded isolation,
I can't believe you're gone.
No rapture waiting, at heavens gate.
These broken ideas do not inspire.
I wish I could believe it was our fate,
to listen to an angel's choir.
Sadly, only in my mind,
will monuments be built.
No tributes left, to remind.
Nothing to save me from this guilt.
Walking the streets where we used to play.
Happy memories everywhere I go.
Comfort can be found today.
Finally, I let my tears flow.
Solace can be found, I must believe.
A gentle thought to set me free.
That while I yet breathe,
you are still alive, in me.
I Think I Love You MoreI've always hated cheesey love lines. You know? The ones that make people go "awww" and me go "ew"? Yeah....well I decided to write a ton of it for you.I Think I Love You More1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're the first guy who's ever made me feel this way.
You're the first one to piss me off because my mind is stuck on you all day.
But how can I help it when nobody compares to you?
I kept trying to seal my heart away to hide all my feelings too.
Not too cheesey yet? Don't worry, it gets worse!
I guess I finally said screw hiding my heart...so here's some stuff I think about you:
I think I love you more than I love picking dandelions in the spring.
I think I love you more than I love singing Disney songs while I'm driving to work.
I think I want you more than I want all the anime on my wishlist.
I think I crave you more than I crave tons of sweets on my period.
I think I love you more than I love baking brownies on a shitty day.
I think I love you more than I love speeding down a dirt road as fast as I can.
I think I want you more tha