Deer in the Headlights(Woman to Deer to Anthro Deer)Deer in the Headlights1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, Danny. How’s it going? I need you to come down. It happened, and I’m single again.
I know, I know, you were right, but shut up about that. It happened. Claire broke up with me. She gave me two of the happiest years of my life, she was the girl of my dreams, and she just gives up on me. Guess why, though? She said she wanted me to find someone better. She was literally perfect, and... I can’t keep talking about this. Typing. Whatever.
So, I’m sitting on the couch—you know the old blue one in my apartment? You should, you’ve crashed there often enough. I’m sitting there, and like an idiot, I ask her to repeat herself. Claire says it again: she’s breaking up with me. I try and ask her, to beg her not to. I’m on my knees—this is my soulmate, my future, my everything. Hell, you were coming
ValhallaFearless, unwearied, to Valhalla I ride,Valhalla11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a spear in my hand, and a sword at my side;
Wet still with the blood of those who fell,
Sent screaming headlong into hell.
Golden my harness, golden my shield,
Red the spear I yearn to wield,
A final time in battle's light;
A god, eternal as the night.
At Valhalla's gates I stand;
Stood proud at Odin's right hand.
Now, at last, in death, I am free.
White robed Valkyries carrying me,
Through blood-streaked golden skies,
Fierce as the fire that dances in their eyes.
And in those eyes, I see once more,
The darkness of death beyond Asgard's door.
The ConformistAdults never have their dream jobsThe Conformist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once said.
"Money runs thicker than blood,
everything boils down to cash,
breathing is never free."
He was serious when he told me.
But inside my bohemian bubble
I laughed to his face,
convinced myself that corporate drones often forget
how sticking with the system results in slavery.
Reality and its accomplice,
knocked on my door,
sawed off my head and
hung me to dry.
Dripping one sweaty dollar at a time
I (unwillingly) put my soul on the market
And by now
the bloodstains never really left my uniform,
my teeth are fine sand.
All I have is the knowledge
A stabbing pain in my side
My father was right.
A single moment is poetryIt ain't nothing like clockworkA single moment is poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where Ideas are conceived
At predetermined rates
of random occasions
Electrical pulses kissing synapses
Exciting the senses
followed by graphite
validating it had happened
That it existed
That we've gained something,
Be it whatever it may be
The words that came to express it
Will burn into the brains who read it
So that they too,
Can share this moment
Were nothing else mattered
though there are a million ways to dielover,though there are a million ways to die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
remember when the ocean ate you
and didn't bother to pick its teeth
afterwards. it did not recall
because it never knew it. remember,
not only did you die alone,
you died anonymous.
and lover remember the time
you died of cancer
which is always hungry. it spit you out knobbed
and shaved and rubbed
like a stone from the riverbed. spit
you out skinny because it does not like
its own aftertaste. you died a shrill
stem of yourself because death
like to play with its food first. my lover,
lover, do you remember
when the train came to meet you
and its arms were open? how brainlessly
it broke you, and you shattered
like a vase falling from the window sill.
it was not whistling, but howling your name
in an octave only grief can touch.
beloved lover, i love you
and when you leapt from that high
place remember that you were a bird
for one sheer
second. lover lover i love
you and it is a cruel thing to do to me:
it is t
CalifornicationFirst English, dan Nederlands.Californication2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Hardcore soft porn... […] It's the edge of the world and all of Western civilization... […] Dream of Californication..."
- Red Hot Chili Peppers, Californication
The luxurious snobbery of the shopping malls, the isolation of man amidst the plethora of perfect consumption objects and man becoming a perfectable consumption object full-time himself, the generalized and collectively enjoyed stupidity and childishness of television and consumption, the total apathetic immersion in spectacle, the wildgrowth of screens, the triumph of surface over depth (Baudrillard), the superficial appearance of happiness projected worldwide on all screens by the American "stars:" I am fascinated by these phenomena.
Today we believe wholeheartedly in the meaningfulness of communication, while the cult of the screen offers only a collection of seductive nonsense. The same holds true for the art of our time (and possibly of all times):
dulce pajaroYa mi pajarito azul..dulce pajaro3 years ago in Drama More Like This
mi dulce pajarito..
que quiero mucho
te necesito no llores mas
me partes la madre
mi pequeño pájaro azul
mi tierno emplumado
nunca serás remplazado por nadie
nunca serás menos
seras siempre mi unico
en todo los aspectos.
nunca serás olvidado mi amor
tu tienes mi corazón y yo el tuyo.
y lo sabes
eres mi gran anhelo, mi esperanza
mi luz en mis ojos
mi aliento para hablar.
Mi aire , mi vida
Mi gran amor de todos mis amores
Mi pilar mi balanza,
Recuerda que somos un espejo
somos uno mismo en cuerpos diferentes
si tu lloras yo lloro
si tu ríes yo por igual
seca esa lagrimas que también son mias
paremos de sufrir..
somos la alegrías
somos las peleas
somos la fuerza..
somos la debilidad en ambos.
Siempre recibias mi amor, mi cariño
Siempre te dire te amo todos los dias
Siempre te dire te necesito
Siempre te dire ven conmigo,
ConsumedMy bed is consuming meConsumed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A bite a night.
Holding me tight
In it's shiny white brights.
Teeth that gleam; the dream.
Teeth that bite through the night,
Layer by layer, minute by minute.
By the end of the month
I'll be swallowed whole.
By the deepest depressions
That munch down my soul.
I'll be there soon, no doubt.
And running will not help
You always fall,
in dream running's call.
But from the esophagus
Quivers a thought.
Tiny it is
But stuck and quite caught.
In that narrow path to the endless void.
Between up and down.
The place where one side delivers the goods
The blood and the neurons; the spinal delight.
And on the other side of the woods
You can spit it all out with endless sound,
Or choke it back down, with gluttony proud.
Everything wrong, everything horrid
That trembles, and stumbles, and pours
The fuel for all of literary thought.
Occur at the front of the body,
The back is left undecided, and unguided,
A twitch from my toes
At the o
.. /..I sit and cry.. /..1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
under the water,
and I hope for my eyes
to run dry.
THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 22THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 223 years ago in Drama More Like This
I'm ringing all the warning bells...
"Hey Bobby, they're here..." Chuck called out as he watched the Impala pull up to the house. When the car came to a stop he couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he watched Dean point something out to the angel sitting behind the wheel. More than likely, it had something to do with how close the Impala was to a rather large tree in Bobby's front yard. He let out a sigh as he made his way to the front porch, eager to hear what Castiel had thought of the night before that made him take off in such a hurry. When he watched Sam step out of the car, he knew the angel had found the answer they were looking for. "Holly crap..." He breathed, his words catching in the back of his throat as he watched Sam casually make his way up to the house. He looked over his shoulder as Bobby joined him, the older man obviously also at a loss of words.
"I don't believe it..." Bobby finally muttered, carefully studying the man he knew had died years ago. "Sam?"
THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 21THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 213 years ago in Drama More Like This
Bitter words under my breath...
"Please be careful." Michelle whispered in his ear as she held him close for a moment.
"You know I will." Dean replied as he pulled away and knelt down to hug his little girl. "Be good, Sammie..."
When Michelle pulled Castiel into a hug, the angel couldn't help but smile; knowing exactly what she was thinking and what she was about to say. "I'll keep an eye on him." He whispered softly.
"Good." She replied, swallowing the lump caught in her throat. "You take care of yourself too..."
Sam leaned back against the Impala as he watched Dean and Castiel say their good-byes. Five years had brought out a side in both of them he could have never imagined. His brother had a family of his own, a daughter that meant the world to him and a kind woman at his side. Castiel, as far as he could tell, was as close to being human as an angel could possibly get. Together, they had forged a friendship, a brotherhood that was more than apparent in the way Castiel w
I'll Admit..Only now do I realize..I'll Admit..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime I wanted you,
is probably the same time you wanted me too..
Only now do I know..
How hard it is,
to just let go..
Only now can I say..
Mom, I'm growing up,
the right way..
I'm letting you loose..
Run away and don't ever look back..
Because I don't want to answer my door one day,
and find... You!
I don't want to re-live every moment of the past,
I'll lock it away for a while..
Until time has numbed away some of the pain..
Until I find someone that would love to take all my sadness away..
Until I find the man who'll hold my hand and parade me around..
A man who'll stand up for me,
up against ANYONE!
By then I'll have forgotten about you,
that thought makes me smile in content a bit, I admit..
THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 16THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 163 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was my destiny, it's what we needed to do...
When the Impala pulled up to the house, Bobby couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "He's here." He called out to Chuck as he made his way towards the front door. When he pulled it open, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he watched the young hunter step out of his car. "The driveway's pretty big, did you have to park so close to the house?" He asked, as Dean carefully squeezed by between the front fender of his car and the front steps of the house.
Dean stepped up onto the front porch and paused for a moment to look down at the Impala. "I can move it over, if you'd like." He replied simply.
"Naw that's fine..." Bobby said as he reached out to pull the young hunter into a hug. "It's good to see ya, boy..." He started, finding it a bit odd that the other man had barely returned his hug. "Did you stop along the way?" Bobby continued as he started to make his way towards the front door. "Doesn't usually take ya two hou
THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 15THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 153 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 15 -
The hardest thing and the right thing are the same...
When the Impala pulled into the long driveway and up to the house, Michelle was waiting. Just seeing her sitting there on the front porch's banister, the morning sun warm on her face, made Dean's heart hit the bottom of his stomach. "What am I supposed to tell her?" He asked, not really wanting an answer as he put the car in park and shut the ignition. He looked over as Castiel reached into the glove box to pull out the small square silver box, handling it with care as he passed it to him.
"What ever is in your heart." The angel replied simply as he offered a reassuring smile. "You can't screw this up, I mean it's not like you're proposing to her..."
Dean couldn't help but grin as he took the box from Castiel's hands. "True..." He said as they stepped out of the car. He tucked the silver box into his coat pocket as they made their way up to the house, both doing what they could not to catch the woman's eyes as they appr
THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 19THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 193 years ago in Drama More Like This
You know I'd give my life for you, more than words can say...
When Dean pulled up to the burnt out mill, the very first thing he noticed; was that the lone brick wall left standing after the blaze, had finally collapsed. The heavy fog that hung low to the ground drifted over the debris, concealing most of the carnage and giving off the illusion of a smoldering fire. For a moment, he could have sworn he could still smell the thick acrid smoke. With a full moon high above, anything and everything cast an eerie shadow across the ground. He put the Impala in park but left the headlights on as he leaned forward in his seat, his eyes scanning the scene in front of him for any sign of Castiel. Aside from various beams and the scorched boiler towering over the fog, there was nothing but the night. He let out a yawn as he glanced down at his watch, mentally calculating how many hours, minutes and seconds he had left before his deal with Lucifer would be up.
When he looked back up tow
THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 18THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 183 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sooner or later it's over...
The year had slipped by them as if they were standing still, days ripped out from under them without so much as a warning. The night of Zachariah's death had marked a turning point among the Heavens, a revolution that had not only redefined the role of God's warriors, but their purpose in the eternal battle between Heaven and Hell. The angels that had followed Zachariah out of fear and loyalty now stood proudly behind a different kind of leader; one that had renewed both their faith and hope by simply living the life he had been given the best that he could... Proving to them that what you truly believed in, really was worth fighting for. With Dean at the helm of a celestial army and Castiel at his side, order among the angels had finally been restored. In an attempt to keep his little family out of harm's way, Dean had moved out of Michelle's house and in with Bobby and Chuck. Though it had been a life hard to leave behind, Michelle and Samantha
The Porcelain GirlThe dust rises in smoky spirals from the ancient shelfThe Porcelain Girl3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And ten thousand books lie unused, shrouded in stealth
And the girl is sitting by herself.
She has no time for the novels or history books
Her phone is her paramour and she gives no looks
To those who gawk at her.
Heaven help me, she sits like porcelain, about to break
In the black of her hair and clothing, she pools lake-
Tranquil in the seat, absorbed in her own reflection.
The distant roar of the winding road
And the sad fly-whining of the violin player on the corner
Break the sultry silence of the library and goad
The happy man to be a mourner.
Aye. I've seen her before
In Maude Gonne, too distant to be a friend
And too pretty to be a whore.
So I swallow my pride and pass her by
And she does likewise the same to me.
InvisibleI'm invisible,Invisible1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone knows that.
I have not a presence,
I have not a voice,
I have not a reality,
I'm just not there.
It really isn't fun,
Because my emotions
My ideas, my thoughts,
My body, my being,
Is pushed around.
Maybe if I
Could open my mouth,
Could make myself talk,
Could make my
I would be seen.
But I cant,
So I'll disappear,
Go back to my world,
And not speak,
Not show emotion,
And be invisible
Handsome"You're so handsome, In fact, I think I might be falling for you"Handsome3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Stephano grinned at the compliment as he inched closer
"You aren't that bad yourself" He replied, his voice low and seductive.
"Stephano?" Felix asked as he opened the door. Stephano squealed as he jumped, rushing to cover the mirror.
"Y-Yes?" Stephano asked, panicked.
"Were you talking to the mirror?" Felix said, tilting his head in confusion. Stephano shook his head furiously, making the Swede sigh.
"Whatever" He replied as he walked off. Stephano let out a sigh of relief as he turned back around to the mirror.
"You are smoking" He said, pointing at his reflection.
"No, you are" He replied to himself.
I'm Not HereI'm not here, at least not for today.I'm Not Here2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've gone to sweep the world away
and cast the thought of lonely tides
into my blanket of empty sighs.
Somewhere beyond all of the tears,
is a heart that's wanted for years.
But with tired arches in my brow,
I've come to sudden slumber now.
Forget the words that were said,
the emotions lingering in your head.
And in your sleep, come to find
the comfort that you had in mind.
The world is shallow, it doesn't care,
but you will gain what's needed here.
And when you ascend from coma's dream,
with eyes enveloped in heaven's gleam...
Just realize that you'll be okay,
even if it's not for today.
And in the face of lonely tides,
the presence of His light resides.
THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 14THE ROAD SO FAR... - Chapt 143 years ago in Drama More Like This
Run and tell all of the angels...
He swallowed hard as he looked up at the empty lot in front of him, the lot where an old mill once stood before it was ravaged by both fire and time. The full moon high above cast an eerie silver light on the scene in front of him, reminding him of the very first time he'd step foot there almost four years ago to the day. Now all that was left of the mill was the foundation's cement slab, one crumbling brick wall and scattered, charred wooden beams. He'd been back many times since his brother's death, but going back never seemed to ease the pain. It was almost bittersweet; the only place he now felt the closest to his little brother, was the one place he wish he could forget. When his eyes focused on the large steel boiler that was still sticking out of the ruble, he could have sworn he heard that last shotgun blast echo through the night.
"I'm not sure what to do..." Dean said quietly as he leaned back against the front fender of his car. "
THE ROAD SO FAR ... Chapt 25THE ROAD SO FAR ... Chapt 253 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Road so far: NOW
Dean let out a sigh as he took a quick glance at his watch, and then at the closed bathroom door. "Are you going to be ready today or what?" He called out, shoving a few things into his duffle bag. He took a glance around the motel room to make sure he had everything and then zipped the small bag shut. "Sammie! If you're late, you and I are both dead!" He shouted, once again glancing down to his watch as he started to pace. When the bathroom door finally opened, he stopped dead in his tracks. Though he was starring at a young woman, he couldn't help but still think of her as his little girl, her age would never change that. "Does it always take you this long to get ready?" He asked, grabbing his jacket from a chair nearby.
"Looks don't come easy, Dad..." Samantha replied, putting a hand out as her father tossed her her own leather jacket.
"You're beautiful just the way you are sweetheart." Dean replied with a smile.
"You're just saying that because you h