Heaven Is Not a DemocracyHeaven Is Not a Democracy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been said that there are two forces governing over this universe: those of "good" and those of "evil". Both are necessarily in direct opposition to one another, yet this is not to say that one is absolutely right and the other absolutely wrong. Thus great care should be taken, when examining both sides of ANY tale for the forces of "good" have often been known to blind the eye far worse than the lulling comforts of the darkness ever could.
High above the physical planes of Earth, amidst the brightest of stars, exists a celestial dome called Heaven which houses legions of Archangels and is permanent sanctuary for the self proclaimed deity Jehovah. In foundation the dome is sustained only by the softest, most divine array of primarily feathery white clouds which change color sporadically. For its walls there grew miraculously spectacular twisting vines of ivy that interwove lotus flowers that were adorned in periwinkle and lavender. Brilliant globes of light illuminated down from
DaffodilsDaffodils3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.
A solitary path I claimed
In seeking shelter from the crowd;
And lo, when all deserted me,
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I sought the green and grassy knolls
Between the rustic barns and mills,
And spied the new winged, dappled lark
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
The silent majesty of thoughts
Was broken as I dreamed aloud.
I was wrested from my reverie
When all at once I saw a crowd
This treasure grows and rests upon
the fertile soil where river spills
I'll rest my weary bones within
A host of golden daffodils.
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
MonastaryIn the middle of the Swiss Alps lives a desolate monastery. It is incalculable in size and cold. It has many stained glass windows depicting Bible stories in bright colours. The steeples and other battlements make the monastery look daunting and sullen. However, the lilies and narcissi that have occupied the garden for decades compensate for any feelings of gloom that would otherwise deter people from sitting and listening to a mass. The apple trees and rose bushes that have also occupied the garden add a certain sophistication that only apple trees and rose bushes could add.Monastary7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Behind the monastery is a brilliant ultramarine lake, positioned between the bright azure sky and emerald green grass. There are three mountains, which have been named by so many. Some call them the Hesperides after the three Greek sisters guarding their Apples of Immortality. They are all different, but all the same in their magnificent shades of blue; one is a Royal blue, the other a Persian blue, and the
AutoScript Brainstorming LogsAutoScript Brainstorming Logs2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Human male demonstrates extraordinary skill in traditionally masculine physical activity (call class: fencing, firefighting, jet-pack racing, jumping motorcycle over shark tank)
Human male faces mystery opponent wearing light body armor and helmet that covers their entire head.
Human male protagonist is beaten by mystery opponent.
Mystery opponent removes helmet to disclose tertiary gender characteristics that designate opponent to be human female.
Human male is chagrined but intrigued.
Chimpanzee throws banana at human male's cranium.
ERROR * ERROR * ERROR
Unrecoverable application error
“Wh . . . what? What does that mean? I'm rebooting this damn thing.”
INT. DAY. - a small but trendy coffee shop. A chimpanzee dressed as a barista swings from the ceiling lights.
HUMAN FEMALE WITH LIGHTLY PIGMENTED SKIN AND LOW BODY MASS
I wish there were someone out there for me.
HUMAN MALE WITH SYMMETRICAL FEATURES INDICIATIVE OF HIGH TESTOSTERONE
He may be closer than y
the wateri almost drowned a few years back that december.the water2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you were making waves before i even hit the water
on a hill in hartford and elsewhere out east.
it's crazy to think we never would meet if it weren't for me
losing my cool and now i can't kick it, but fuck it.
it's as if it we're meant to be and you were meant for me;
both broken, we push it, and smile, and bullshit.
sometimes i skip rocks and she sings songs.
the tide turned sometime when you hit a different dialect,
a different tongue, my stomach turned, lines blurred,
i wanted to run or at least push myself into the pool.
sink or swim, crash and burn,
it's all the same, i live and learn,
but what's there to gain when the mistake isn't mine
and i'm still doing time staring at the water,
staring at the water,
staring at the water, i remember
i almost drowned a few years back.
-candy razor-with cryptic words and subtle phrases-candy razor-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we sculpt a world so free of edges
living masks that shift in place
and wicked teeth seeking weakness
our senses dulled by self-indulgence
and blinded by our own reflections
when words cut us to the marrow
we may not notice we are now dying
the truth is worse...we never lived
Peace I stand in a field of grass; with peace and my arms spread wide as if to welcome a friend. The trees at the edges of the world didn't move, they stood upright and unshaken. One might stare out at me in confusion. Why am I alone in a field as if waiting for a friend to embrace me. A friend who shan't come. I, though, am not alone, I stand in the warm breeze, and feel them. They walk with me, they hold out their arms to me in greeting, and we are together. God is in the breeze.Peace3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Righteous Eudocimus of CappadociaBeautiful smiles fall on blind eyes,Righteous Eudocimus of Cappadocia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden beneath veils under grey skies,
His look shan't touch a woman,
To be chaster; pure, is his plan.
He lived innocent and humble,
With few errors and fumble,
He passed only at age thirty-three,
And his souls went to heaven free.
His body is without decay,
A saint to say with us and pray,
He gives comfort; a safe feel,
He is a relic that always heals.
On the Sahara PlainsIt stalks its young prey,On the Sahara Plains3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tawny fur pounces on top,
Two cubs bat their tails.
Fear III'm so numb; just a shell,Fear II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Conflicts eat at me; a living hell,
It makes me cry,
I just want to die...
I'm so alone.
No one helps me,
You can't see,
Why don't they listen instead?
Words not from heart but the head?
I hate it.
It's not so often but too much still,
I want to get away hide; that's my will.
But yet I love them I really do,
But it doesn't matter; it's true.
Raised voices and hissing yells,
Like random; clanging bells,
I sit alone quiet; sad.
I'm always quiet; yet always mad.
I hate myself.
I'm the silent curser; full of rage.
The difference is; I write it on a page,
But I'm sad too, and I'm in fear.
But no one saves me; year, after year.
And I'm afraid.
Find Peace: Chapter Three In the moments after the dance; Azura and the man collapsed to the ground panting tiredly. Azura spread out her arms and legs, and stared at the blue sky. The dark clouds had pasted; yet rain still trickled down. Azura gasped, and pointed to the sky; which was creating an array of colors in a long band. Rainbow. The man gazed not at the band of dancing colors, but at Azura’s radiant smile. He felt a tug at the corners of his mouth once more; threatening a grin, but he managed to suppress it, and looked to the rainbow instead. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” the man sighed as his breath returned to normal.Find Peace: Chapter Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“B-beautiful,” Azura fumbled with the word; but the man relished each time he heard her sweet voice; like small silver bells that filled the sky.
“Yes, beautiful,” he repeated, hoping to coax another sound from her.
StandingAs I spent my days in sunStanding3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Walking through the trees
I spotted a dear friend of mine
Stuck in softest breeze
Floating through the draft
He thought about his fate
Time rushed past in daylights grasp
But all he did was wait
In all my years I cannot say
I've seen more patient acts
Stuck in place against the world
Dreading modern fact
Cities start to rise and fall
Human kind did grow
But still my dear old friend stayed
With no other place to go
I left him standing
Then saw him fall
No fight against human right
No tree ever stood so tall
DollsDollsDolls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creepy white porcelain dolls,
With eyes stalking the halls,
Sometimes they smile so wide,
That I nearly cried.
I think they watch me when I sleep,
And when I don't notice they start to creep.
They take small steps, closer each time,
So quiet, I mistake them as a mime.
They shouldn't move; being made from wood,
They are life-like not that they should,
They have fake hair; just like satin,
Against the wall they hide flatten,
They scare me, though they don't breathe,
But I know that the walls will seethe,
With the crimson blood of their prey,
They are stained with those they slay.
I don't keep them; for I'm the next,
That they will hex,
So I send them away far from me,
So somebody else will decide to flee.
FangsFangsFangs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bright crimson drips from white bone
Little white fangs of his own,
He grew them in just last night,
After a little midnight bite,
They gleam in moonlit beams,
He is hidden in the dark as prey dreams,
The fangs they glisten with poison drops,
He reaches to bite but just barely stops,
Why should he pierce their flesh,
When his mouth was minty fresh,
Damn toothpaste ruining his fangs,
Now he just has hungry stomach pangs,
Traveler's BeastsHave I ever told youTraveler's Beasts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all the monsters that I've seen
Along my treacherous path they lay
Waiting to take the weak
With glowing eyes like embers
Brutal mouth and whiplash face
One stood before my steady path in the forests
Howling wild calls
I walked right past the beast
Another stood blocking bridges
High in mountain tops
Small yet vicious, I kept my distance
And waited for him to stall
I walked right past the beast
The fiercest one I ever met
He stood in waterfalls
Standing higher than any tower
Gurgling thunder as he waits
I walked right past the beasts
I've seen many fears in my lifetime
Of that I can't deny
But none would beat what's waiting fo
Road-Trip Haiku 2Road-Trip Haiku 2Road-Trip Haiku 23 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Silver birds in sky,
Shine with reflected brilliance,
Should they fly so high?
Puff of white cotton,
Shaped in an array of things,
So, what do you see?
I see a mermaid,
Pouring silken water down,
Away in the sky.
Golden light shine bright,
Across a once moonlit night,
Breaking into day.
Home is where love is,
Will he find home here right now?
Or is this a step?
Breaking From HomeBreaking from HomeBreaking From Home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There's a small spot in myself that dies every time one of them leave. They disappear as quickly as a flame burning in a lake. They are doused and never flicker back for me to see, or for me to hear. They are just gone. Consumed by their bodies hungry desires; and instincts that rage within us all. They crave freedom; freedom comes from work; and then work enslaves them once more; hidden in selfish desires, they don't notice that they have masters. I will forget their face; their voice; our memories together; our love for each other; everything will melt away, and I will cease to exist. I will be a faded memory to them; like an old scrapbook, filled with nostalgia, I am only alive when they need me. I will die a little inside because of this. Will I do the same? I, the last of the nest, will I fly away, and forget my roots? Will the nest recall the warmth I gave, or recall the love? Or will I too cease to exist in this world that I have grown so fond of? Connected to
The BeginningThe BeginningThe Beginning3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What shall I do with my sorry excuse for a life? I was raised to be the child I should; but soon I'll be a child no longer. I'm on the threshold of an adventure; we call it life. There are many roads I can take; like the Place de l'Étoile, there are many choices and here I sit on top of the Arc de Triomphe, prematurely celebrating my victories. I'll have some victory within my life I'm sure, but along what path? So many questions, so many concerns: Will I survive all alone, can I make it on my own, will I change the world to come, and will I have a friend to come along? Or perhaps, I will fail, I'll live hidden in shadows, watching the world leave me in the dust; alone, desolate, and forgotten. I wait at the crossroads over looking my options; will it be the right choice? My journey is about to begin.