Floodwater rising -Flood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
toys swell in the attic
ravenous as reeds
savaging the millpond
after summer rains.
all around me -
peeling back the skin
of this house
like a secret flying south.
I feel it creep
into the joints
of furniture and the carpet's dying edges
where the sideboard crouches
on silent paws.
Wet fills my ears
that scent of things
too ripe to wear
and the slur
between the wall and floors
slipping off the roof
and bits of reed
like living under glass.
Doctor Who Plot GeneratorDoctor Who Plot Generator6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
RANDOM DOCTOR WHO PLOT GENERATOR!
Based on the 'Time Lord: Journies' PDF's Random Journey Generator
HOW TO USE THIS PLOT GENERATOR:
This plot generator just gives you the basic details of a plot, not a full-fledged synopsis. Keep in mind, you won't always need to roll for all categories, except when a previous roll requires you to.
A six-sided die (D6)
At least a little imagination
ROLL A THEME:
First roll to find the theme group, then roll again to find the theme within the group. On a result of 5, reroll to get a Theme and double the number of locations over which the story takes place. On a 6, reroll for a Theme twice, applying both results, with the first as the Main Theme and the second as a Subplot.
1 Alien Menace
2 Altering History
3 Ancient Powers
5 A World Gone Mad
6 Beauty & the Beast
2 Environmental Action
3 Historical Adventure
6 Mad Scientists
1 Mistaken Identity
2 Parallel Universe
CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;Cathie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
Melancholy MimeMasquerading melodies maiming my mind,Melancholy Mime2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
making me mourn magnificent memories..
Maybe my mistakes made me misunderstand,
more malice made madness mine..
Mischievously masking mystical moments,
maintaining my melancholy mime..
Our loveOur love was a lazy summer dayOur love1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the world seemed to stand still.
Our love was the muffled silence
in thick snow and winter chills
and as we grew older,
our love constantly renewed
We never had to borrow it
or make each other blue.
Our love was always easy
to each other we were true.
For our love we were grateful,
for it´s granted only to a few.
And in the spring time of our lives,
I knew I could count on you
and as the seasons changed their coats,
Knew I´d be there for you.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach 9th February 2015
THE CREED OF THE USMCTHIS IS MY RIFLE.THE CREED OF THE USMC5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My rifle, without me is useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and myself know that counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights, and its barrel. I will never guard it against the ravages of weather and damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed, My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life
A Day in the Lives of Foxes and BirdsOver blue marble counter tops,A Day in the Lives of Foxes and Birds5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
coins click between fidgety fingers
and people loiter, cluster,
shuffle, ruffle their clothes
like birds dipping their beaks
to the asphalt in the packed parking lot
hoping for nesting papers and food.
With rustling plastic bags clenched
in palms still prying destiny from time-worn lifelines,
his pupils appear parrot-pinpoint
in hasty decisions and desperation.
Before he leaves, he chirrups at me
from the wrong side of the register--
"Do you need a husband?"
And I, fox-sly and slippery in the reeds of my day,
hold back laughter and answer with a straight face--
"I've already got one,
but thank you anyway."
i don't have a dog1. i get up at ten.i don't have a dog5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is an accomplishment.
by eleven, i’m awake enough to miss you.
to be honest, that part never goes away—
but eleven is when the typewriter grows fangs
and threatens to swallow everything i am
if i don’t put a name to the feeling. even the dog’s
tail does not wag. he keeps watching the door.
he will not even touch his food until the sun has
set as deep as possible. he is giving you every
chance to come back.
i try to tell him there’s no use,
that you will never come back.
but dogs don’t understand things like that,
don’t believe in the concept of ‘never come back’.
they believe in the sound of a key turning a lock
and the inevitable stomping of feet on the welcome mat
no matter how many times they’ve heard
the car engine start and the crunch of gravel as it pulls away.
2. this must be what missing you feels like.
i have lived lifetimes in the minutes i keep breathing.
i keep breathing. this is an accompl
Rhaine's Tale 6 - RedemptionRhaine's Tale 6 - Redemption3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With the help of her newfound friends - Safiya, Okku, a half-celestial named Kaelyn the Dove, and a hagspawn called Gannayev-of-Dreams - Rhaine discovers that her curse is much more than just a simple spell. It is a punishment from the old god of the dead, Myrkul, upon his traitorous Chosen, Akachi. It is these remnants of Akachi within her that cause Rhaine to hunger for souls, and to stop this hunger, she is forced to find a way to speak with the dead god himself.
After a harrowing journey, Rhaine finally manages to converse with the god's corpse, and he delightedly informs her that she must follow in Akachi's footsteps if she is to save herself. She must betray Kelemvor as Akachi did Myrkul. His pleasure at her pain is short-lived, however, as she ultimately turns his own creation against him, devouring what remains of his divine essence to sate Akachi's ravenous hunger.
She is left with no choice but to open the Betrayer's Gate - a forbi
Beseeching ReposeOh! Chaotic splendor, stop toying with my mindBeseeching Repose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep will not come, and I cannot unwind
I'm restless and diaphanous in this realm
Caught between space and time, overwhelm
Now clutched by the hands of daylight walking
On this Earth by nights eyes been stalking
Sunrise and sunset, sunrise and sunset
Visions of ghosts and lucid beings beget
I'm far from lively and further from rest
It's sleep I chase, I've now confessed
Cast and burning I'm desperately astray
Suspend my consciousness in dreams fly away
I beseech you Nyx, enchant me with your charm
Into the night I'll go, effortlessly and without harm
Five Reasons to Not Write PoetryI.Five Reasons to Not Write Poetry1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sooner or later,
It'll mess with your head;
You'll be taking a shower, or
Lying in bed
When the "inspiration"
Hits you hard
And when you miss the bus and first hour
You have to use the
"I over-slept" card.
It'll have you thinking
At every point of the day;
Twisting words and making rhymes
Prodding until the language sways
To your fingertips
Lower case letters nip
In hopes that you'll use them
Abuse them until you are at
They will mock you until
You simply can't think;
The words swirling around,
They will push you to the brink
Of complete denial,
Of absolute insanity;
"Yes, I ate enough" and "Yes, I
Feel fine" are the words you
Have to beat.
You will not care how people
React to what you say;
What do they know of
What we do everyday?
You think that to yourself,
As a way to not seek help
In the comfort of real
Love and not the fake kind
You write of.
You will lie and you will
Cheat and scoff and say
For all your most
Important words are
GraphonomicsHe fell in loveGraphonomics3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her handwriting –
the way her dribbled g’s
gallivanted into corkscrews –
the way her s’s
would caress the ends of the letters,
lapping at the plurals
and ever so softly
conveying graphite sibilance –
the way her a’s
had jaunty tails
the apexes of lowercase –
the way her commas
and the pencil point would press
into the filaments –
the way her cursive
flowed like a landscape
(and they say that pictures
are worth more
than the masterstrokes on her looseleaf) –
the way her hand
had crinkled the paper
as she scribbled a note
on a dog-eared flap –
the way she looked
when she was deep in words,
brow lined reflecting the rules
of the mockingly mesmerizing meter,
wisps of frowns
echoing the creative scratch,
diamond tongues flickering
in hazel eye-glasses –
the way she wrote his name,
the sinuous care
she brought to the lowercase
preceded by the forceful
Not sureNot sure3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not sure what I feel
But I'm positive it's a big deal
Sometimes it's sad, sometimes lonely
Sometimes mad, but that's not the only
I know I am not alone
And I know you'll always be there
But my heart isn't made of stone
It's not like I don't care
Because I don't know what's happening
Can this ever be repaired?
The slightest relief could mean anything
I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through
But please don't come for my rescue
I believe I need to be on my own for this
Whatever situation this is.
I will be okay
In the future someday
Meanwhile, try to stay strong
Because I'm sure it won't take that long
Woes of The HeartWeaving words into the nights heartWoes of The Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Meticulously plotting each step taken
Desperately fingers intertwined
Mistakes of the heart unravel the mind
Now conjured emotions become translucent
Caught in the reflection of Casanova's eyes
The maiden weeps beneath the stars
Relinquishing her worries of time
A cold shiver dances up her spine
God has a LibraryOnce apon a time,God has a Library2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I died and went to Heaven.
My ears rang with the cherubims chime
And my eyes went wide as I saw the beauty there.
I was greeted by angels, family,
Then by God himself
Who said he had something special for me
Then took me to a room filled with shelves.
It was lined with millions of books
As I gazed around the room God said,
"My dear, I have a job for you. Would you like to take a look?"
I observed him in awe, then nodded my head.
God smiled the began pulling books
Some old and falling apart, some new and unscathed.
I quickly took them from my King,
And opened one to see the words that were engraved.
I read and read till I had finished every book
Every word, every page, every cranny, every nook.
So I walked back to God's throne in tears
I hadn't realized that my job had taken years.
The King looked at me and asked,
"What's wrong darling, was the job not your liking?"
I shook my head and said,
"If I said no my king, then I'd be lying."
"Then whatever is the ma
Storms: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderStorms: Tadashi Hamada x Reader2 days ago in Romance More Like This
It was kind of raining on and off here, so I got the idea for this. Enjoy!
You once again let out an involuntary yelp as another loud clap of thunder shakes your window after the flash of light appears.
“Are you sure, you’re okay?” you hear Tadashi’s voice coming from your cell phone, which is pressed tightly to your ear.
Letting out a shaky breath, you have to take a moment to calm yourself down before you can respond. “Yeah… I’m fine.”
You can practically see him frown. “No, you’re not,” he responds, detecting the hitch in your voice that gives away how scared you really are.
You can hear how worried he is about you by the tone of his voice. It creates a pang in your chest to know that you’re causing him trouble. “Don’t worry so much, Tadashi. I’m okay, honestly,” you tell him, you voice a little stronger this time. You’re currently c
Spies, Dammit."Blue doors. Disregard that statement, officer."Spies, Dammit.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"Im Corporal Gertrudes left-hand-side actually,
well, I say, yellow doors. And staircases."
"And evil little bug men
that dance around gun turrets
in flasks of apple juice....?
What the hell...."
And a watermelon flavoured bookcases
containing pottery in which to hide the spies."
"Those bastard spies.
They come from the land of cream covered cake,
where one can partake of the finest horseshit mead,
and sail the mighty rivers of lime-stained glass.
They carry no weapons,
but are generally invisible to all but the mightiest llama herders."
and they are the most mean-spirited of humour,
throwing parsnip bombs at the innocent citizens of Purple Globulac,
and giggling like choirgirls."
"But for what reason?
They hold no prejudice against anything that is holy.
They are content to live out their lives in hollowed-out cheesecakes,
but unfortunately are conscripted into the armed
BlissIt is often said that ignorance is bliss. Perhaps this is true. There are innumerable facts that I know which are hardly conducive to happiness. I know, for example, that a runaway black hole could pass through our solar system, killing our entire world merely because it happened to be moving in this particular direction. I admit, it would be nice if I didn't know this, or any of the other, similar facts. I would probably be happier if I didn't know that having a plane crash into my house is more likely than winning the lottery.Bliss8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
But then, there are other questions that mankind has been striving to answer ever since they first developed the capability. Why are we here. Is there a God. Are we alone in the universe. I cannot help but feel that these questions should be answered, that ignorance here does not lead to bliss but to a deep-seated frustration that gently gnaws at the back of everyone's minds.
There are things that we do know, but we wish we didn't. There are things we don't kno
AspirationThe things we desireAspiration1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inspire us to be better
The ones we lost
Inspire us to keep going
The ones like us
Inspire us to reach out
The ones that reach out
Inspire us to help
The ones that help
Inspire us to love
The ones we love
Inspire us to create
The ones who create
Inspire us to be different
The ones who are different
Inspire us to be fearless
The ones that have no fear
Inspire us to do the impossible
The ones that do the impossible
Inspire us to dream
The ones that dream
Inspire us to have purpose
The ones that have purpose
Inspire us to search for our own
Inspiration comes in many ways
It is all around us every day
Everyone is an inspiration
Everyone has a purpose
abstract.you are an art gallery.abstract.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me sculpture your anatomy
and draw your attention
paintings of pain mask your face
[i didn't think i was hostile]
i frame your expression in my mind
in such a way, i cannot
cry with fearful eyes
without smudging your ink
or changing your colours.
beauty is only skin deep to you
and mine was wrapped over
your masterpiece, pierced.
you spoke of masquerades
in the dark,
the blazing moon alight
burning brighter than your spark.
the blood, it stains
[more than acrylics]
but remember that
endsbegins in stains
you know that i can't take the strain
of you leaving me again.
The StorytellerAs the Storyteller tells his taleThe Storyteller2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in evening’s calming hush,
clouds streak and leave a misty trail
quite breathless in their rush.
Stars vacate and leap the moon,
which wanes in velvet sky.
And all that’s left is emptiness
that leaves me wondering why.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
he strokes my weary head
as it sinks into my pillow
and I’m sleepy in my bed.
I listen to his words and wish
myself beyond my fate.
Yet I think not of tomorrow,
for I know it is too late.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I hope it will not end.
He leans in close and whispers
softly to me as a friend.
He tells of joys and sadness,
highs, lows and inbetweens.
He paints a picture with such words
More vivid than my dreams.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I watch him turn the pages,
Slowly with a wisdom
as of one who’s dwelt in Ages,
where many sagas lay forgotten
in their resident abyss.
The final page he turns and then
gives me a loving kiss.
I linger in the empty sky
Railroad CrossingShe loved him with allRailroad Crossing9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of the subtlety of an
oncoming freight train.
CaptivesThey use zip ties now, the cops. This is different from the last time I was cuffed. I was expecting the cold metal bite of a cuff always a little too tight. These were worse, tighter, and the thin plastic pinched and felt like ligature wire against the bone.Captives8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They read me my rights, too. The woman cop, a head shorter than me with dull hair pulling the skin of her face tight against her skull. Her eyes looked dead, sunken. Shadowed by the shiny brim of her smart little hat.
She gripped my arm like I was trying to get away. My flight was over, if it had ever begun. What did I have to run from?
“Get in the car, Ma’am,” she said. “Watch your head.” Her hand shoved my head roughly under the doorway. I felt tears, but I refused to give her the satisfaction.
“You have one phone call, Ma’am,” they said when we got to the station. “Do you have anyone to call before we book you in?”
I took it. I called the only person I needed to t