THE CROWGlistening feathers,
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
. . . marry him.. . . marry him.1 year ago in The Great Valentine Exchange More Like This
he will gleam like photons
tangled in sheer joy.
where i harvest dead localities,
he will sheath the touchstone nerve.
his voice will soothe great quandaries
like growling cicadas solve summer nights.
his eyes will break into blessed anointments.
his lips will pierce the frighteners
and spill their silver antidotes -
a cure for every blasphemy,
a pardon for every criminal.
remember who he was,
a mystic lisping empathy
for pure, unbottled moments,
a silence worming through bicycle wind,
a gender scribbled on a brainstorm,
the flashing of satori
in the scatter-shooting cosmos,
a wonderer, w
An Essay on Catssometimes i lie awake at nightAn Essay on Cats1 year ago in Free Fella More Like This
and think about things.
like, i wonder
if curiosity killed the cat
not because it got him in
you know, trouble,
but because, well, death,
it's such a big question,
and there's really no other way
to find out
which means i'm curled up
with my dear lover's arms around me
clinging to humanity
like really surrounded,
by imaginary curious cats.
all telling me
exactly what happened when
they put the gun to their head
jumped off the roof
sniffed the cheese in the mousetrap
drank the kool-aid
crossed the street to c
DiggingIn the gardenDigging1 year ago in Free Fella More Like This
surrounded by weeds
and winter's breaths,
like a spring
beneath barren trees,
as you dig up the smooth,
of my betrayal.
what they say?
Flicking my tail,
what the price is
for disturbing the dead.
Chapter 1 : Sentient PantsArriving back at his bleak home on this very bleak day, Paul couldn't help but wonder, 'How am I ever going to get this stain out?'Chapter 1 : Sentient Pants7 months ago in Writing More Like This
He scrubbed at it with a rag for almost an hour, threw it in the wash a few times and even took it to the dry cleaners, but all to no avail. That vomit stain simply wasn't coming out.
Paul went and forgot about it, at least for a while. He did normal everyday things; he ate, he slept, he tidied up his hotel room he'd rented for the night. Meanwhile his pants sat in plastic wrap, crisp but not quite clean, seeming to ponder on their own account.
Perhaps they pondered if they would ever be worn again, or if that
My Cat's ransom letterDear fans of Ellen Ocean,My Cat's ransom letter1 year ago in Free Fella More Like This
I have taken your favorite author/artist hostage. She is currently tied up with yarn in her bedroom. If you want to see her alive again, you can either donate points, write a response to this letter, comment, favorite this letter, or send 10,000 cat treats to the cause of the FUR. (Not like you have any other choice! Muahahahaha!) She will be held for the entire week until this Cat-urday. If you don't respond to this letter, she will never be seen or heard from again!
Evolving"Excuse me sir are you alright?" Paul glanced up at first dazed at hearing the voice which slowly brought him out of his trance. The glazed look began to fade from his eyes and he took in the sight of the pimply grocery store clerk that stood uncertainly before him. Paul glanced down slowly and saw that he was holding a package of raw meat of which he had torn open and had been eating. Blood dribbled down from his chin. He did not know what to make of this but was seized by great embarrassment. Housewives stood around watching him with paralyzed horror. "Uhh" was all he could say before dropping the meat and fleeing from the store.Evolving7 months ago in Writing More Like This
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