Wonder IIWonder is a thing of beautyWonder II1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A gift I do bestow on thee
In it those things we cannot see
Live ever in our empathy.
The Devil's CalculusThe Devil's CalculusThe Devil's Calculus2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I wonder if this is what people on death row feel like.”
“Jesus Christ, Nick, with that attitude you really are gonna fail. You have to help out too, you know. This chick isn't gonna wave a magic ruler and make you stop sucking at math.”
“Hhnnnnng.” Nick squeezed his eyes shut and let his face slide down the window. He'd been trying to distract himself from his dilemma by watching the houses pass by, but the rain made that hard. It blurred everything. Even his new DS gave him little comfort. He was a doomed man.
“Stop being a whiny little bitch and peel your face off my window. You'll get drool all over it.”
Nick sat back in his seat and stared sourly ahead. “Shut up, Kenny.”
“Just sayin'. Whiny little bitches don't pass the 9th grade.”
“Shut up, Kenny!”
Kenny drove them onward. It wasn't long before they arrived at the school. The parking lot wa
Diary of Silence: Part 1Sixteenth day of the eleventh month, indoorsDiary of Silence: Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting down for now, here are some restless thoughts of mine. No, I fear you will suffer through being stained with them for the rest of eternity. My fear is an expression some use in an attempt to dress up their wordplay, worry not. The personification I dub you with will not result in any harm done to you. As you are unable to interpret the drawll that shall be placed upon you.
Re heating the tea took no more than 45 seconds. In those spare seconds I dare not calculate out of my life, I take the time to stare outside. Through the thinly paned glass door, I see the harsh weather glimmer in a seductive luster. This glacial beauty betrays warmth to the fragile humans I know to well walking to the Earth as I muse. No sense in playing hero, too many villains that can tear down the most valiant superman. Jaded beyond belief, my younger self would scowl and claim to never become as cold as I am now, though I cannot see myself that wa
nothing common will donothing common will do10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a package
tanned with depression.
earthy title gleams eye (and) is
remniscient of cutting-
much like fear tastes in mouths
with tongues removed.
reaches over, spilling yearning.
her absence of thought present
opens cover and begins
Somewhere Near 1923.
moves her lips- all lusterous
with addiction and
I am reminded why
she mulls over the black, acrid
text that means
she's casting a spell; tasting a wine; melting some inconsequential chocolate heart;
rolling each potential philosophy over her tongue
stuffing the fermented airs in her cheeks.
doesn't want to lose the essence -as she does everytime.
to finally taste
warned her the leimotif
but wasn't what was
suppose to win
'then you'd be typical'
i tell her
'then you'd be another
ghost of a heartbeat.'
i had plenty of
in strong, oa
Words of a girl in dangerAs I hold my notebook paper, I hold the words of a stranger.Words of a girl in danger4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words of a girl in danger.
The scars on her arms showing.
and the numbers of them start growing.
Everyday is like trudging through bile.
Every word whispered to her is vile.
Her family wants to help stop the pain.
but all they do is drive her insane.
If only they would just loosen the reins and listen.
Tissues and vodka fill her room.
just wanting to hear that final boom from her fathers gun.
and then her pain would be done.
she writes a letter full of apologies and critiques.
people she would miss and that she wasn’t unique.
Pills the fill her to the brim.
As she awaits her grim end is near.
when suddenly she is filled with fear.
she didn't sleep that night.
but luckily she saw the light.
that girl was once me.
and she is gone now and something i wish to never be.
Sometimes I'm a BirdSometimes I'm a birdSometimes I'm a Bird5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wind is my friend and mentor
Skies are my canvas
My wings - paintbrushes
Melody I hear is freedom
Words I hear are inspiration
Skies are closest we see to divinity
I'll fly towards it as high as I can
When I've explored the clouds
I feel bitter that I'm too weak
To reach the stars and the Moon
So I might as well fall and drown
But the wind clears my mind
From these grim heavy thoughts
And again I fly light and free
Again I own the world
I'll adventure carelessly round the world
Accompanied by new songs from the wind
Lyrics gathered from my stories
And written down with quills I've lost
Advice from the sun not forthcomingGo out, child,Advice from the sun not forthcoming7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and let them in your hair.
Now I'm not quite -
wanted as badly as a child
who should have burnt
their fingers in pastured sin -
bred in the curve of flesh
for a place that's never been
a certain disappearing word
but now -
Don't deny acts to
the day, unmare,
walked along a run,
beached like an yolk,
on an iron cast spoon,
thrown up in salt air.
Ode to the NovaEnter the age of YoutubeOde to the Nova7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where playing a game became a revenue.
Commentary here, and a walk-through there
You could say these fuckers were everywhere.
But look, what's up ahead?
On a ground so oftenly tread.
Leading the fad on an white angel steed
The Nova charges steadfast indeed.
Tearing down knock-offs with a voice so sublime
Able to deviate and stand the test of time.
Neigh he stood not alone in the reign of power
His friends helped to keep his projects unsour.
The man of Spoons and the one claimed Immortal
Ride side by side him in formation.
The trio of wits; the regulars called they
A deadly force of elimination.
To this day, the Nova rides strong
With 3,000 videos, and very few wrong.
One day we shall see the death of the fad
But if they're like Surgeon Simulator,
There's still good times to be had.
Zodiac StandZodiac StandZodiac Stand7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October 20, 2006
Once upon a time, as my mother said, all the zodiacs got along. All were friends. Capricorns would hang out with Aries and Scorpio with Gemini. But what set it all off was when a Virgo was found dead from duo swords, which were known to be the Gemini weapon. The earth signs were furious and point their fingers at the Gemini. Soon a Capricorn and Taurus were killed too. When the killer was found it was obvious he was Gemini. He was executed immediately in Geomid, the earth signs capital. Its meaning “ earth middle” The Gemini sign was shocked to find that one of their own was killed without being consulted. The Gemini sign demanded vengeance but Aquarius and Libra refused. Gemini pulled their people away from the air zone and hid away in the shadows. Do to the loss of their sister, the remaining air signs refused to cooperate with the earth signs. Water signs defended the earth signs do to their love for another.
My name is Kay;
SympathyIf God was a soldier, he wouldn’t crySympathy7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He wouldn’t weep, he wouldn’t care
He would do what he was told
He would not look back
Sympathy is for the Devil
Sympathy does not exist in perfection
The Devil's LoveSoft leathery lips blow onto insignificant skinThe Devil's Love7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tingling in my ear, forms into words
So convincing, so endearing
I cannot help but fall
Faster and faster, downward spiral
Down into the dark
All hands reaching out, disappear in puffs of smoke
I would have sworn they were corporeal
So eluding, so beautiful
An illusion of easy strength
But I will hold instead
Onto the only reality left
His voice isn’t kind but I love to pretend
That it is he and no one else who I can depend on
So lovely, so bittersweet
Before him my sins are nothing
For he is much worse
My fake solution
It doesn’t make me right, but it can put me higher
It’s the wrong reality to choose but that doesn’t really matter
So ignorant, yet so utterly blissful
Finally better than someone
A corrupt feeling
A condemned love.
Rapture and GenesisFrom a premature stateRapture and Genesis8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A raptured soul is defiant
Celestial ignorance foregone
Aggression is exceeded
Love rendered lifeless
Withstand the tearing of flesh
But not the story behind them
Though seemed rather blithe
Given scars like uneven braille
They are just delusional
The whole world an adversary
A strangely amicable appearance
But has absolutely no stability
There is no substantial truth
Just to respite from worries
Wait for gracious genesis
The Slave Trader“Good evening, Herr.” The man’s voice was small, accented in Spanish. He was wearing a pair of glasses and an old tricorne hat colored dark blue. The table he was sitting at was laden with papers and scrolls, a few inkwells and enough quills to make me think a goose is running around completely naked. The room was empty save for him and me; a number of candles resting on the table and a few shelves around cast the room in odd shadows.The Slave Trader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Wie gehts? Diese ist eine gute Nacht, ja?” I replied sitting in the worn out armchair across from the bespectacled man. A small smile broke out on his face at the remark.
“You’ll have to excuse me, I know very little. Please, make yourself comfortable. Coffee? This late, I think it would help.” Without waiting for my answer, he’s already up and moving towards the door. He calls for some coffee down the hall; I hear muddled footsteps outside the room. “Shall we begin?”
Three grams of pleasureThree grams of pleasureThree grams of pleasure7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A night of strange dreams
Tomorrow the reality will destroy her life
Because the poison will not be in her veins
RoleplayersRoleplayers who try to put your character down.Roleplayers7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roleplayers who break the ONE rule and out rightly say how people perceive that character when your supposed to create that image.
Roleplayers that god mod.
Roleplayers that demand you reply or do a certain thing by a certain time.
Roleplayers that deliberately cause drama and can never adapt the roleplay to do anything but.
Roleplayers that think it's okay to do something in the roleplay that isn't, without your permission and aren't even sorry for it.
Roleplayers who troll you.
Roleplayers who are overly sadistic and say things they really ought to keep in their head.
Roleplayers who practically dominate the roleplay and control your every action not really letting you DO anything.
why are you all nuts?
Fallingmy words feeding the negativity once again storing its feast upon my flesh absorbing the root of its maker pouring itself into my rib cage clutching within myself decomposing in the mist of it all belittling my soul with the spoils of doubt and defeat counting the days to my last breath with life so hard to see the bottle half full with jack daniels sinking within the darkness caressing away the threshold of my depression pulling away at my organ bursting into beautiful hues shedding red tears upon the floor splattering my true nature once again empty hollow human dragged around the pressure of staying true to her essence and state of a deranged loner fighting with the monster inside of herself destroying the bit of confidence she could ever spell with admiration laughing at the world while she's on edge waiting to taste the asphalt of the ground crushing her into rumble and seeing beauty in the breakdownFalling7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying ChristianI'm just a lying ChristianLying Christian4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember watching Stephen
Lifting up his eyes
As his soul was leaving.
I stood by
I was holding cloaks with Paul;
Eating forbidden fruit with Eve at the fall;
Running with Jonah, ignoring the call.
Now I'm looking back at my life of miserably
Piggy-backing off of other peoples' ministry,
Looking for a hand out and some sympathy.
Doing double takes when I heard about myself.
Truthfully, without Christ I'm bound for Hell.
Truthfully, without Christ I'm bound for Hell.
What can take away my sin?
Does it really have to come to this?
What can I do to be forgiven
Besides driving the nails further into His
Hands spread out like he could give me a hug,
The one I pretend not to need like a drug.
I just answer how I feel with a shrug.
I didn't come to worship
But to fill the hole with a plug.
So can I say the love is really in my heart?
Or is it just clanging cymbals,
Symbols of another false start
Like quenching thirst from everlasting thimbles.
I feel the heat and
Old Oak TreeSwaying in the breeze,Old Oak Tree7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousands stories to tell.
The years are edged in every square-inch.
Year after year,
Time takes its toll,
The season go by,
But you always stay the same.
The birds will fly away,
Hundreds of miles from here
Without a second glance.
Of all the fleeting things in the world,
You are the one that I can rely on.
My SkinMy skin was made for sunshineMy Skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It pales when pulled away
It hides from the night time
And blossoms with the day
My skin is doused in feathers
At first frost, it will take wing
It shies away from winter
And carries me into spring
My skin is tough and strong
But weakens in the cold
Warmth will keep me happy
Even when I'm old
My skin was made for sunshine
It loves the rays of light
It always will prefer it
To darkness and the night
UnfoldYour skin laced with mineUnfold6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A silent affirmation
Time after time
I drown in this salvation
Beauty so unjust
Setting the air on fire
The mirrors beneath your eyes
The carnival of your soul
Overtakes me beyond control
Welcoming the breach of your lips
The cadence of your touch
~In a dreamlike trance
The music of my heart projects electricity
Giving myself completely to you
A fire that never stops its burn
A love so riveting
It storms the galaxy~
A bliss that’s double-edged
Bleeds these waiting veins
For every drop spilt
Is a crimson tribute
To the concoction of this love
Our privileged chemistry
~Close your eyes
Do not hesitate
Swallow me in one gulp
As if I were the ocean
Quenching every thirst you ever craved
The monstrosity of the universe
Rules the divinity of our passion
Parallel to the sun
A sizzling exploration
The world could be ours
If we want it bad enough~
Seize this chance
Cross this line
That once barred the sun
MirrorsMirrors6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
(based off of this)
Mirrors are an odd thing, the reflective surface that shows everything and anything that exists to our common knowledge, yet, touch the surface and your fingertips will not meet. Is it so odd to assume... that maybe there is a truth to what we see, that the other side, is another you and behind the mirage of wherever you are standing... is a place where you are not meant to enter, a horrible place that you never existed to see.
The reflection of yourself, another you, the room behind you their room, their world, they were meant to live there, not you. So when you try to breach the borders, to push past what is known to you, behind the barriers of our world, so fragile yet... blocked by your other self, only trying to protect you from the horror, knowing you are not supposed to enter.
Those who believe their world is a horror...
Slave to TimeWhy the heck do I have no say,Slave to Time7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the fact,
That there are only 24 hours in a day,
8 hours of deep sleep,
Leaves only 16 hours to live,
But at least 8 of those hours,
Always seem to be consumed by work,
Leaving me only 8 hours in the day,
To be free,
To be me,
Everyone should be able to see,
That time has made us all slaves,
And will ensure that we are forgotten,
Like the paintings in the caves,
Lord help me,
I am in need,
Of a small amount of faith,
As large as a tiny mustard seed,
So that I can hold up the sun,
And hold back the moon,
Lest I be forgotten soon.
Sadists By NatureHumans naturally are exquisiteSadists By Nature7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet cunning creatures, the ability
To allow and spread destruction
From a mere flick of a hand to
A menacing snarl, is second
Nature whether we like it or not.
We make decisions to hurt others
In various ways; words can deceive
And before you know what's hit you,
Every strike leaves you unprepared.
Scars run deep, angry red wounds
Reopen again under cracks of pressure.
Sometimes we torture ourselves like
The smug, sadistic masochists we are.
Forever looking for a punishing whip
Or an unforgiving iron sword, we're
Relentless in our quests of despair,
Inflicting endless damage before breaking.
Damaged AngelI will hold youDamaged Angel7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will stroke your hair
I will kiss you
And I will care for you
My sweet, damaged angel
I will, if you want,
be your today
be your tomorrow
At the snap of a finger
or the sound of a 'please'
I will be there for you
My beautiful, damaged angel
I will ease your fears
and talk to you
Help you through troubles
And hold you after your nightmares
My lovely, fragile damaged angel
I am not a panacea
I am not a goddess
I can only do what I do
But I am yours
And I am here for you
My kind, damaged angel
In three years we will be free
And we can live as we wish
We can create and love and live
Together, with no one else
And we will keep one another safe
from the troubles of this world
My dearest, damaged angel
My swan, my prince,
You are safe, by my side
And no one will take you away
As they will not take me from you
Just remember, my love,
That damage can be undone.