VarzaAstăzi am mâncat o varză.Varza3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Era mare, rotundă, verde
Şi, în general, un exemplar excelent al speciei sale de Brassica Oleracea.
De aceea am mâncat o varză.
Astăzi am mâncat o varză.
Din păcate, am avut o durere de stomac.
Sucul gastric se plângea că devenise mult prea acidulat.
Din cauză că am mâncat o varză.
Astăzi am mâncat o varză.
Atât de tragică mi s-a părut experienţa,
Încât am scris o poezie despre durerea lumii concentrată în consumul de varză.
Căci astăzi am mâncat o varză.
„Astăzi a mâncat o varză!”
A declarat un critic literar,
Impresionat pâna la lacrimi de simbolismul subtil şi ascuns al frazei
Cu mâncatul de varză.
„Eul poetic este el însuşi o varză!”,
Au declarat adepţii criticului literar,
zapadami-am aprins ultima tigara, si-am iesit din bloc. ma grabeam sa prind autobusul. nu aveam de gand sa stau inca o jumatate de ora aici. n-avea rost. am fugit spre statie, iar autobusul trecu pe langa mine, si nici nu opri in statie.zapada6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
-in pizda ma-tii! asa-mi areti mie ca e craciunul?
asa-s oamenii de craciun... falsi, prosti, egoisti, ipocriti. si se dau mari cu faptelelor bune.
care fapte bune? mersul la biserica de doua ori pe an [de paste si de craciun], isi spun rugaciunile tot de doua ori pe an, cumpara cadouri scumpe ca sa se dea mari la prieteni ce cadou i-a luat iubitei, iubitului, sotiei, sotului, copiilor etc. stupid.
am hotarat sa merg pe jos doua statii, pana la urmatorul autobus. am gasit un magazin deschis si mi-am mai luat un pachet de tigari. am mai aprins una, si m-am asezat pe un leagan, in parcul de langa statie. chiar n-aveam chef sa mai merg pe jos.
a aparut o fetita, cu un par saten deschis, lung pana la mijlocul ei. avea ochii albastru deschis si purta o caciulita
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog - The After MathIt had been five days since Penny had died. It was all his fault, he was the reason she was dead. Billy arrived at her grave, a white marble cross, symbolizing her purity. It bore the words:Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog - The After Math3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
girlfriend of Captain Hammer
killed by Dr. Horrible.
Tears burned in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away. How could they say that he was the one who had killed her? It was Captain Hammer who had pulled the trigger to the death ray resulting in her death. Billy clutched the rose he was holding in his hand tighter and a few drops of blood fell to the ground. He started walking away,
"penny, I'm sorry I let you die" he sang.
"I didn't get to say goodbye
and now here I stand holding a rose in my hand
why didnt I tell you that you were the one of my dreams?" He sang, dropping the rose in front of her grave.
"But I'm Dr. Horrible" he started singing, somehow already dressed as Dr. Horrible.
"Why should I care
that you are all gone now
I'm Dr. Horrible" he sang.
"I bring the terror to
Atomii pasiuniiPe pat, între așternuturi,Atomii pasiunii3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
două trupuri, trilioane de atomi
căutând să se unească prin coliziuni
ce aprind întreg universul în jurul nostru.
Mâinile tale îmi sfâșie pielea de pe spate
lăsând carnea la vedere și sângele catifelat curgând încet
pe trupul tău gol.
Aș vrea să știu cum mă vezi acum, cu mintea ta
Un ansamblu de atomi, oare mă vei reordona
în ființa pe care o visezi?
Înfășurați în mireasma de sânge și transpirație,
oare ce mai sunt eu pentru tine?
Sorrow of the WriterThe writer writes.Sorrow of the Writer9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The artist draws.
The writer reads.
The artist watches.
The writer depends on words.
The artist depends on shapes.
The writer uses letters.
The artist uses color.
I feel so much sorrow, my lack of artistic talents reflect upon my own life.
I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings into pictures.. into shapes and color.
But I cannot, I'm only a writer.
I'm a shapeshifter of words.
I'm an expression of letters.
I'm a shadow behind the page.
The artist hogs the spotlight, takes away the observants.
I lay in wait, looking for someone to comment, fav, or even take I liking into my poetry and stories.
I want to have the spotlight, to be the best... the best word shifter.. the best writer.
My sorrow continues on, for the artist is always on the light.
I'm forced to wait in shadow until my words become known.
For now.. I shall wait.. until someone dodges the artist... and comes to me...
Art Trade: Thank YouI look at you and I can't help but thinkArt Trade: Thank You4 years ago in Romance More Like This
How foolish I was.
Foolish hat I didn't see you
Foolish that I was blind
Blind to you at all these years.
You were there
With your kind words
Your warm heart.
As we grew older,
You protected me from death
"I love you"
You made my heart soar
And that's when I knew
I have to fight; I have to keep you safe
For you are m precious person
Thank you for loving me
Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction"The First Kiss"Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Milo awoke from his peaceful slumber, but did not open his eyes immediately. He enjoyed basking in the pleasantness of the queen's chamber for a few minutes before getting up to start the day. He had always been one to wake up a few minutes before his alarm clock went off, and his life in Atlantis had not changed this habit one bit. He knew that the queen's assistant, as the official title was called, would be by in less than ten minutes.
Before opening his eyes, Milo allowed his other senses to take in the rest of the room. He heard the gentle trickling of a fountain that ran along the walls of the chamber, just below the wide windows that let in the night air. Having a pretty moderate climate within their "air bubble" beneath the ocean floor, and with no sky to change the weather, life was pretty comfortable once you got used to it. The soft, silk sheets of the bed lay over his body, coveri
Love Songs: The ConclusionAlso known as '7.5'Love Songs: The Conclusion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author's Note: I recently found out the unlikeliness of someone being killed in a car accident. It's still possible, says my last story, but it's more likely Starr survived. Here, she did. And...I apologize for any medical mistakes here. I don't know how these things work exactly...
Sirens blazed, paramedics shouted to each other, bystanders gathered at the scene. A panicking driver paced back and forth, his mind gone blank. A petrified agent stands frozen in shock. A distraught song-writer prepares to lose his fiance forever.
"We're losing her!" he hears someone yell; his heart stops. "NO!" he exclaimed.
The paramedics rush to get her breathing again. Suddenly, they hear her trying to take a breath. Starr wasn't going down without a fight. Or maybe it was the nanites. The paramedics took this opportunity and rushed Starr into an ambulance, with Michael following behind, and took her to the hospital.
After who knows how long in the ER, a do
Dear Beloved Books,i want to readDear Beloved Books,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
want to smell the fresh pages
need to feel the words beneath my fingertips
i want to fall into worlds
without trouble or care
and bury myself deep within
to never resurface
i want to take them to bed with me
that my head may rest upon something grander than pillows
that i may sleep in the comfort of my dearest friends
and never have to say farewell
that in sweet happiness i may be drowned
yes, i will indeed rest peacfully
The European Parliament - Why Should I CareThe European Parliament - Why Should I Care2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The European Parliament
Why should I care?
"Yes, why should I?" - that's what I was wondering about not so long ago. I simply did not care about the European Parliament or, to be more specific, the European Union. As an Austrian I just took being European for granted, being part of the union itself, for granted. I never thought about what that meant though, for me all this "political mumbo-jumbo" seemed so far away, almost unreachable.
It also seemed to me like all political issues the European Parliament was dealing with with more important issues than the "first-world problems" some Austrians might have.
When we started learning about it at school I still found it uninteresting, it did not help or change my opinion in the slightest.
For me, it was also normal to live in a democratic country and in a democratic union where you could just elect the people you thought would represent you best.
What did change things was when we visited Strasbourg last December. It was simply amazing for
PleaPlea5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Mr. Corporate Man
My name is Dillan McNulty and I heard that you have a cure for my cancer. I was just wondering if you were not busy if you could stop by the hospital I am currently in to give it to me. I have spent the last three years here fighting this cancer. Do you think you will be able to bring the cure for a few of my other friends who have it too? My head is always cold. I wish I had hair on my head like my older brother; so my head could be warm. I am not ready to go to heaven yet. My family keeps talking about it to me all the time and when they do they start to cry by my bed. I am young you see. Can you believe that I don't know how to ride a bike yet? I have never been on a merry-go-round or swung my first home run. I want to do all of that but most of all I want to stop by family from always crying because that is what happens every time they come here and it really makes me sad. They say I am going to get better but I hear the doctors talking, I am young but I am n
Why Can't We Just Get Along? I stepped through the halls, tightly clutching my books. Other students were gathering their own things to prepare for their next class. Well, they were until they noticed me walking by. Once I was in their view, the dropped what they were doing, stopped conversing with their friends, or froze just so they can glare at me.Why Can't We Just Get Along?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just because I was different...
All I could do was quicken my pace, trying to get away from the glares. I felt every single one cursing me. All of them hoping I would conform to their ways. What was so wrong with me that I was made the most hated person in the world? What ever happened to "treat others how you want to be treated?" I just stepped into my classroom, escaping
Asian Sky: A PoemAsian Sky: A Poem4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but never tense
with a daze
almost of cream
the caress of you
is but a dream
Sultry, but cute
at the very same time
the bells shall surely chime
Every so often
a bountiful pair
but you timelessly have
soft, silky hair
I see that smile
I hope that you
will stay a while
As I finalize
I sincerely don't mean
to steal some words from Vai
I too wish
to be alive
in an Asian Sky
Story Challenge 1: DoppelgangerChallenge #1: DoppelgangerStory Challenge 1: Doppelganger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's about a soft-spoken and artistic preteen girl named Lorraine. She get a call from her friend Sarah who says that she saw Lorraine last night TPing their science teacher, Miss Greens, house while shouting like a madman. Lorraine doesn't recall ever doing this and is worried that someone is trying to impersonate her in order to get her in trouble or that she might be sleepwalking. She speaks with her older brother, Leal, about this and they decide to camp out together so that he keep a vigil, watching to see if she starts sleepwalking.
That night, not a minute after Lorraine falls asleep, a double of her appears standing above the two. Leal yells at the double and unintentionally wakes the sleeping Lorraine up in the process. When Lorraine wakes, the doppelganger disappears. The two siblings easily figure out that she's had this doppelganger for a while, causing mischief in her childhood like stealing cookies and getting Lorraine blamed for it. They
HomesickI am the river's son,Homesick3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
Winged!German Brothers X Reader- The Birdmen 3Winged!German Brothers X Reader- The Birdmen 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A sharp click resonated in your ears, your head whipping up in dazed confusion. Gilbert had his nose a few inches from yours, ruby orbs eyeing you intently through the glass of his prison. He lay stomach down on a branch, head propped up on his fist as it rested snuggly beneath his chin. Yet another one of the many habits he'd picked up during his relentless observation of you.
You shuddered as your name left his lips in an inviting coo. Damn your father for speaking so freely about you to them. Damn him for teaching them to speak in the first place.
Their voices were thick with accent, the sounds jumbled and incorrect sometimes, but there was never any doubt what they were saying. They had learned quickly, displaying their talent to you, as if it was all for you.
Come to think of it, maybe it was.
"You ignore us so easily," the albino murmured as your gaze quickly retreated downward once more. "Why can't you just come play?"
"Maybe because your are constantly pestering her when she is
There's a god on my streetThere's a god on my streetThere's a god on my street1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
glorious and radiant
blind and crippled
begging for loose change.
Everyday I drop him four quarters
Ping Ping Ping Ping
they sound in god's cup
and I'm sure they ring
like mellifluous bells
for the world to hear
from my disgusting street.
However I don't stay with this god
nor does he stay with me
he stays on this street
this street is his home
and my home is elsewhere
away from such a disgraceful hovel.
There's a god on my street
however once I leave him
he will not see me
he sees nothing at all
does nothing at all
living of the four glorious pings
which I bless upon him.
There's a god on my street
starving and bare
a god which has nothing to live for.
No one will bless his name
as he passes
as he cries
Balada a doi oameni care intarziau de fiecare dataS-au cunoscut toamna,Balada a doi oameni care intarziau de fiecare data2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dar asta nu contează decât pentru momentele
în care ţinea morţiş să îşi amintească de cât timp îl ştia.
Nota în calendar toate zilele în care el o iubea,
măcar cu un vârf de deget, măcar cu un colţ de gură.
Lumea îi spunea să le dea delete,
dar oricum le ştia pe toate pe de rost.
Aveau kilograme de iubire la activ,
din partea ei, uneori din partea lui,
dar niciodată nu era reciproc.
Doar tăcerea era reciprocă,
iar atunci când vorbea ea,
el pleca un kilometru mai departe,
până s-au îndepărtat de tot.
Ziceau că-s fericiţi,
uneori mai tăceau unul cu altul, ca pe vremuri,
luând cutia de şerveţele din faţa monitorului
de fiecare dată când porneau Skype-ul.
Era frumos, dar ca şi înainte,
el căuta iubirea altundeva,
ea- rămânea pe loc.
Cămine de studenţi, apartamente în chirie- viaţă.
The Circus of Death_RebirthThe circus, that's where it all began. The rotting of our souls and heart. Once you are in, you are never aloud out. Every one who works at the Circus is doomed to live forever and become one with the master himself. To serve and protect. It caused us all great pain, Deva, Markus, Clair, Tim, and Tarisa. Lour familys long dead and rotted. Our only thoughts were the show and how to entertain.The Circus of Death_Rebirth5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I gazed out at the crowed and closed my eyes. Thinking of how tonight will be different. I will again be free to do as I wished. No longer taking souls and adding onto our numbers. That's was the reason why we are created. I, Miuka, was the first to join the Circus. I was only 15, never had the chance to live. I remember that day perfectly, the day of my 'death'.
It was a cold winter day of December 98 years ago. I was dancing in a field, waiting for my father to return. I was such a careless child back then, nothing mattered but my fathers happness. He was all I had left in the world. I never thou
Everything You Ever? Ch 1The secretary peered at the documents in front of her over her tacky, sequin spangled specs, an overly plucked eyebrow raised in ill-disguised contempt. The resume was filled in entirely in wax crayon, several different colours of it to be exact, each one snaking into each other and making the entire thing almost eligible. Who was this joker? He either had a very poor sense of humor or was thicker than a concussed troll. Sigh. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning. It was evidently going to be one of those daysEverything You Ever? Ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm afraid I can't accept this, Sir," she said in a horribly nasal voice, the sort that kind of makes you want to rip out your intestines and shove them into your ears just to block out the sound. "You need to put your birth name in the 'Name' box. I'm pretty sure 'Captin Hamur' isn't it." The man in front of her smiled dimly at her. Yep, he was one of those people.
"I think you'll find it is." he said, giving the woman a 'winning' smile. Wasn't so winning with severa
Hranit cu visepe aceiasi alee,Hranit cu vise2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
in fiecare seara.
o dulce plimbare
plina de vitrine pe o parte
si pe alta,
plina de magazine care vand...
de la amintiri si dorinte,
pana la vise.
care...nu le pot cumpara.
la fel ca orice alteva,
nu am ce imi trebuie.
eu am ales gresit.
cand m-am nascut am ales
sa castig sentimente,
si cu ele nu imi pot permite nimic.
nici macar un gram de iubire!
poate la negru.
dar aia se duce imediat
si raman din nou la colt de strada
si raman acolo,
blocat la niste manechine.
cu privirea ,
la fel ca atunci cand eram mic
si mi se spunea
ca am toata lumea la picioare
si pot sa imi aleg ce vreau,
orice din ea.
acum ma simt exact in acelasi loc
si acelasi geam
care ma separa de realitate
si raman blocat in aceiasi lume
plina de vise,
pentru un om care nu a invatat
ca in viata nu se traieste din iubire"