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AssemblageAssemblage3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joseph stopped a few steps into the lab, the scuffing of his feet unusual against the normally pristine floor of the room.
"Sean, why is there sand all over the floor?"
His lab partner's head poked out from behind the pile of boxes obscuring a bench top on the other side of the room.
"Hey Joseph, you've got to come see this. It's making things out of sand."
Joseph worked his way around the maze of tables and stools that had been haphazardly dragged out of the way to form a clearing at the center of the lab. As he neared his partner, he could make out piles of what looked like...
"Glass. It's making glass things out of sand, actually. I'm
White HoleI found myself watching the device over steepled fingers, pursed lips resting against my thumbs. The keyboard in front of me lay silent, while the display on my monitor continued to flash ominously, reeling numbers increasing more quickly than the eye could track, while a second set counted down at a more sedate speed.White Hole4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The device itself was little bigger than a credit card, but I could hear the reinforced steel of its cradle groaning beneath its weight. That iconic white faceplate no longer seemed quite so clean and innocent; there was something sinister about the glossy surface. Saruman the white revealing his true intentions to Gandalf.
A
Graviton BombI shall start at the beginning. Now, while this is usually the logical place to start anything, it will become apparent that, in this situation, that is not nearly as simple as it may initially appear to be.Graviton Bomb6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A beginning signifies a single point in time; a position in one of the four dimensions we inhabit. Of these four dimensions, we transverse three of them on a daily basis with little or no concern. In contrast, we have no direct control over the fourth dimension whatsoever. Irrefutably, and indefinitely, time flows from the past to the future just as the grains of sand fall through the globes of an hourglass.
This single fact could be th
Death of a SnowflakeThe ice is melting.Death of a Snowflake4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Spring is coming.
And one by one, the snowflakes perish.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Snowflakes to water.
Such an intricate design.
Such a pity.
All of them are dying.
This one, too.
Don't bother trying to pick it up -- it'll just die faster.
Besides, you can't pick one up
Without picking them all up,
So why bother?
It's just a show, anyway.
Pretty, helpless littles things.
They're created, they die, they are reborn.
They always have a second chance.
We don't.
Yes, little snowflake,
I'm looking at you.
Human to snowflake.
Being to substance.
What say you?
Want me to die?
I can die.
I can die, ju
Fragile LivesTattered blue daisy,Fragile Lives5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Flowing down the stream.
Where do you come from?
Where do you go to?
Such is the fragility of life,
Pushed along by the currents,
Tossed about by the waves.
Trampled black rose,
Underneath the feet.
When did you fall here?
How long have you been here?
Such is the fragility of life,
Crushed by the world,
Forgotten by the people.
All is found
Yet all is lost.
All is remembered
Yet all is forgotten.
Never ending, never beginning,
It is the endless cycle:
Walls come tumbling down
And then they are built again.
Autumn is once more upon us;
Soon it will be winter.
Everything fades to white.
The broken l
Shades of DeathCrimson red of bloody wounds,Shades of Death5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Crystal blue of deepest seas.
Orange flame of the funeral pyre,
Harsh yellow glare of furious sun.
Vivid green of entangling roots,
Silver bullet of heartless gun.
Rough coarse brown of rope which hangs,
Purple poison in your veins.
Darkest black of bottomless pit,
Purest white of mortality's call.
Electric slash of lightning's strike,
Pale is the sign of fading life.
Such are the many shades of death.
The Price of Our ExistanceThe spiral we're onThe Price of Our Existance6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constantly spinning and moving
Going downward
at a steady pace.
This is
The price of your existence
You came
You saw
You conquered.
This is what remains.
A
Polluted and corrupted
Land of glory
Sickened by perversions
Perversions we've created.
Broken all ties
Broken all vows
Broken all covenants
This
This is the result.
The result of trial and error
The result of experimentation
The result of our very own existance
The result
of a sin
Corrupted us
for eternity.
The spark
Became a flame
The flame became a fire
Destroyed everything in it's path
Leaving
Ruins uncountable
Memories
Untouchabl
Pain with PurposeI am in painPain with Purpose6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
-- but so what?
I am tormented daily
-- but so what?
I face endless nights
-- but so what?
I face insurmountable odds
-- but so what?
Until my end
I will continue to fight
For our continued survival
In this world of chaos.
If through my suffering
I can bring peace
And safety to others,
Then so be it.
I worry not for myself
But for the future of the world
As we know it.
You may not be able
To share my burden,
But being with you
Eases the pain.
I am grateful
For your presence.
Thank you
For staying with me
All the way,
My friend.
LostBroken.Lost6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Shattered.
Tormented.
All that is left
Is one soul
In a sea of bitterness.
I tried.
And I failed.
The blasted landscape
Swirls around me,
Mocking me,
Burning me.
Is there anything left
Worth fighting for?
Is there anyone
Still by my side?
I do not know.
The pain is a constant
In this universe of change.
The dying embers
Of the last fire
Bring back memories
Of happier times.
But they, too,
Are slowly fading away.
The blood flows steadily.
It is warm,
It is thick,
It is calming.
It keeps me going.
Where is the end?
Where is the finishing line?
They are nowhere in sight.
This is not some ideal world
Wher
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I plod along the path.
I know not where I go.
But I have chosen my path,
And so I follow it.
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.
The path is narrow,
The path is steep;
The path is dimly-lit.
But still, I follow it.
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.
Choices are many,
Changes are many.
Once you make your choice,
You choose your path,
You can never turn back.
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.
You may be broken
You may be torn.
But still,
Your path is your path.
Shattered Soul, Broken Spirit.
Shattered Soul, Br
WarWar takes its toll on everyone:War6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
The young children crying in the streets
Without their parents.
The soldiers who have lost comrades.
The commanders who have lost their men.
I have seen wasteland after wasteland
Decimated by war.
When will it all end?
I wonder if it ever will.
I am tired of all the killing,
all the bloodshed.
Enough is enough!
DeathAfter I leave youDeath6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I don't need you to remember me.
All I ask for, all I hope for
Is that my life touches others,
That it changes them,
Makes them better people.
When it all ends
I don't want you to cry.
I have, after all, gone to a better place.
What I want you to do
Is to help those
Who need help
On this earth
In my memory.
When you think you can't go on
Live for my sake,
Push forward for me.
Never give up.
Life may be full of disappointments
But they make you stronger.
Never forget what love is,
Don't forget it just because I've left you.
For me, share it with others,
Give the gift of love.
Remember God always,
His
The AnniversaryPerhaps this is a mystery best left unsolved.The Anniversary1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Please put Scoob and The Gang back behind your walls.
I'll just take these boxes and rebuild my fort,
then draw up the bridge 'cause I don't need support
-- and definitely not from you.
So lash out, then back down, then come up with fists.
You're crazy. It's over. Look, we were just kids.
So lash out, then back down, come swinging again.
There's no way in Hell that we can stay friends.
Maybe you should stop jumping, leave this princess unfound.
I'm not as worthwhile as you make me sound.
Just save all the memories that you keep so close
to the heart you put on paper between a
The Looking GlassI put all my thoughts down in scribbled pen and inkThe Looking Glass1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so years from now and miles away they'll form a chain that links
all of my ideas into a tapestry
of all the names and places that bled and ran from me.
I've got books full of pages full of ink that never dries
forming my collection of self-indulgent lies.
I made myself a victim, I've got myself to blame.
Lost again in dreaming, nothing's really changed.
I welcomed in a monster and shared with them my bed.
"Above and below: equals", that was what we said.
Blood left on the contract where she made her mark:
a deal well-sealed with kisses and a knife-wound in the dark.
Ever
Time TurnerEvery little thought running through my little headTime Turner7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
is a stream of consciousness dammed up.
The words all go unsaid.
As you pretend you don't like talking,
I'll Mr. Mime what I can't say.
Instead of moving forward, we'll rewind the pain away.
Holding hands on a clockface,
turning time counter-clockwise
'til Sleepless in Seattle becomes one more peaceful night
where we both dream of genies
with big smiles that show our teeth
and I don't have to wake and watch you count electric sheep.
Every little word whispered in my little ear
is another goddamn cliche,
but it's what I want to hear.
You just pretend it's not a problem.
I'll c
Ghost of a GirlI close my eyes at nightGhost of a Girl7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and pray that I won't see your face,
at least until sunrise,
but dreaming offers no escape.
Sunlight pours from the blinds
and shines through all this dusty air.
A flood of floating diamonds
illuminates what you left stranded here.
Every hallway mirror
is a liar playing tricks in the light;
holding my thoughts captive,
conspiring to keep you in my sight.
The walls seem to whisper
every laugh and word that meant the world
to one lost little boy
fighting shadows with a ghost of a girl.
UnconditionalI caress your bodyUnconditional1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our lips touch
And a fire ignites
You are my lover,
Unconditionally.
I burn you away with my grief
My indignation-
Affectionate for you all the while.
I cling to you, degenerate boyfriend
The "bad boy on the block", knowing that someday, you will betray me.
You are my most intimate friend,
For I share all that I am with you
My regrets, my fear, everything I am is shared in an unbreakable bond for you.
For me.
My friend,
My lover,
But everything must perish and you are no exception.
I used you to the end, and to this day I still think fondly of the times we had.
I only wish there were people in the world l
SmokeShe contortsSmoke1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
gracefully, she moves away from my lips
like the distant memory of a forgotten lover
twirling in her regret,
she dances
frozen air
exhale movement,
she is beautiful-
was, beautiful.
she forgets her place and simply,
ceases to exist.
Shooting starsTrampoline tip-toesShooting stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We danced the moon's rhythm
Swaying back and fourth,
Bed of clovers we watched the galaxy
The Milky way, our eyes reflection.
Shooting stars, we wished for eternity in eachothers arms
We rolled on the tarp, entwined bodies of the female form
Between us, we were in love.
Between us, we had everything.
nothing between us as we lay, skin on skin
The sky danced above us,
And the moon gasped as I stole you that night
shiny white wonder,
the only witness to our secret-
us.
I feel like I'm being watchedI feel like I'm being watched3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a place I go to be alone,
It is quiet and rough, loud and soft,
and always gives me the peace I need to dream...
but there is something wrong,
a fleck of nervous paint on the windshield,
then this wet intrusion splatters across my mind,
I feel like I am being watched.
It's a nagging suspicion,
An over the shoulder sensation,
I feel like a voyeur let off of probation.
I come for the anonymity,
I don't like my actions being dissected.
Yet I can't shake the paranoia that someone's,
Taking pictures for group reflection.
Somewhere in a darkened room they spread pictures as my life passes,
across a giant table, under flore
The Socket"Stop it!!!" Saretu Kondora was screaming,The Socket4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Stop it..." He muttered bitterly,
"Why do you do this to us?" He asked,
But the face Saretu was staring at, contained no emotion
and could only answer wordlessly with little ticks...
"Tick...Tick...Tick," the clock said.
That wasn't the answer Saretu was looking for; nevertheless the clock kept giving it to him.
"Tick...Tick...Tick."
As he walked toward the table his eyes traced familiar paths over the rooms population of
Machines, gadgets, appliances tools, parts, gears, wires, locks, tape, glue, scrap metal, pieces of wood, and sheets of plastic.
Saretu Kondera was a lot like you and i
Are there angels in heaven?The city was alive tonight: A tramp sat on a park bench, reminiscing on past events of his once fruitful life; A business man strolled down the road, a big, fat greedy grin planted firmly on his face; A local florist stared out of the window and across the road, her eyes settling on the large, corporate flower shop that had just opened opposite; A man sat in his hotel room, the phone in his hand and thoughts of love and sadness sitting restlessly in his mind; A butchers apprentice gulped as he watched his master massacre the hopeless corpse of a piglet, A smug grin across his chubby face; In the park an old man sat facing an empty chessboard,Are there angels in heaven?4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sta.sh
