If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
Further DownFurther Down4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Strange, complex, and intertwined
Blades of grass on river beds
Soothing water, in shallow depths
And moves them further down
Mighty oak with ancient roots
Feeds from river's sacred spring
Its branches are weighed heavy
By many years of burden
Move further down
Craggy rocks upon the sandy shore
Cut the earth upon its face
But what starts as sharp
Soon is smooth
As the water
Moves further down
Wind swept plains of desert sand
Burning, twisting, biting
Hostile to the waking sun
Yet the water gives it life
Amidst the the tainted ruin
As it moves it further down
Soon all of heaven and earth shall pass
Into that unknown realm
But with my knots untwisted
My burden taken, my edges smoothed
And my scorched soul quenched
On that far off shore
I'll move further down
I WishI wish that you were hereI Wish6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish that I could tell you how much I love you
I wish that I could hold you in my arms
I wish that I could kiss your lips again
and make it last for a while
I wish that you still love me
I wish that I were the one who puts that beautiful smile on your face
I wish that I were the one who takes you breath away
I wish you still care
but all this time has been her
I wish you were the one who I share my life with
I wish you were the love of my life
I wish I were the love of yours
I wish that I can stop wishing you
I wish I could...
but I know I can't...
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
Stormy SpiritsDo the lightning and thunderStormy Spirits3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So grievous outside
Reflect this heart's blunders
And diminishing pride
Beauty and anger
Dark yet so bright,
Crack, clap, dissuader,
See me off to my flight
Welcome SilenceThe sound of silenceWelcome Silence3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Entreats my ears
Contending with violence
To ease my fears
Soothe my heart
With sprinting feet
May escaping start
Bring your bitter tears
I shall weep by my lonesome
And bid goodbye to the years
And if I must be grieving,
May I be alone,
So all those to be leaving,
Will not hear my maddened tone
Solitude, O, SolitudeSolitude, O, solitudeSolitude, O, Solitude3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you soothe me in your gentle touch,
In the bloodied colosseum of thrashing voices and shoving grips
Whisper, dear, whisper,
Of gentle breezes dancing serenely in an evening lake,
Still, and beautiful,
And this loneliness,
And heart filled with want
Of sweet, black, clouds of lovely, dark, depression
Growing winds, caress my burning skin,
(Smelted by the tears that blaze with infernos of introversion,)
With the gentle touch
And being alone!
For if I must be so ugly
May I be ugly peacefully
Faron FlightOh, yeah!Faron Flight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Was there ever a time that I wasn't sweeping the streets looking for food and shelter? Yes, I think there was. Only when I was a kid, though. Man, I was such an innocent weakling back then!
Martha stubbed the butt of her cigarette with her toe, one of several smokes already on the ground. The leather neither burned nor hissed as the embers died with the crushed stick under her boot. With a crooked grin, she tossed her dyed-jet-black hair behind her and looked to the sky, smog-filled and narrow as it was. The crowded alley that stank of dumpsters and car exhaust was snugly fit between two towering apartment buildings, dark crimson bricks smeared with grime. A stray flock of pigeons flew over her head, their coos lost over the ever-busy city lane behind Martha. It was a tough world to adapt to, but with a sardonic laugh, Martha acknowledged that she loved her new life.
Hm, how long until that foolish cur would meet her here? Martha thought impatiently to herself as she p
Somnium: The Rooftop of memoriesSomnium: Fourth ChapterSomnium: The Rooftop of memories3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Rooftop of memories
We talked the whole recess and we even skipped some classes. He is the exact same idiot Ren from my dream. After gaining some confidence he asked, what I didn't want to be asked.
"So tell me dude, how did you know all that stuff about everyone?"
I knew he wouldn't believe and I didn't want to freak anybody else out so I just said...
What would you do... if everything you once knew turned out be just a dream? If all the people you once met... are just part of that dream?
Ren remained quietly stared at me and smiled and finally answered.
“Dammit, you really are weird!”
I laughed nervously and suddenly the bell rang. I looked at my watch and realized the day was over; I spent my first day at the rooftop talking with Ren, what a great way to start.
“F*CK! Ren, it’s already 2:45 PM!”
“So, we spent the entire day here, doing nothing more than eating and talking!”
Fight!It was a flurry of steel, blood, movement, and hot air filled with the screeching and crying of the men who died by metal slashing through their flesh. The red-coated samurai was rapt, all senses alert and all reflexes swifter than the wind, and it was as though a god of war's spirit had seeped through the warring men and bloody light to have enlivened the samurai's limbs, to have made his blades cry out for the feeling of hot flesh and blood pulling against the pull of the gleaming silver edge. It was as if true power had come charging from the heavens above and had struck the swordsman in a manner akin to a lightning bolt, though the very strength displayed in the elegant and artfully hasty tango of fatalities was held all in the swords that were within lean, calloused hands, well-trained and affectionate for the objects upon their skin and entangled in their fingers.Fight!3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fiery liquid dripped from blades and flew into the air with every beautiful slash and cut, streams of crimson going a
Neko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ugh. Big decisions had always been hard for you. Now faced with "which cat" You were starting to get stressed.
It didn't help that you wanted to take all of them home with you.
'Only one.' You thought 'I only have enough room in my small house for one cat'
On a whim, you sat down. The first cat to approach you, would be the one you took home.
Every cat made a giant circle around you. Felling like you might cry, you crossed your arms.
"They're usually not like this." Elizabaeta stared at the cats in confusion.
A huge Russian forest cat, sat down three feet away, his creepy purple eyes seeming to drill into your very soul.
Defiantly not the cat you were taking home......Even though he was the closest one to you.
Something nudged your hand. A large white cat sat next to you. Stretching out a paw, he batted at leather bracelet on your wrist. The Thor's hammer charm swung wildly.
"You like Norse things Kitty
Waiting On the World To ChangeApril 16 March 26 June 3 December 24 the end of the world year 34234464Waiting On the World To Change3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I lost track of which day it's been since I've been here. I don't even know if it's been long. Was I supposed to keep track? Come to think of it, is it some unbroken, unspoken protocol that journals must have dates written for each entry? Even if there was a tangible answer somewhere out here, I would never be able to find it, not in my current position.
Here I sit, chained to the walls and trapped within the chambers of the mind. Not any mind, but the mind. The one I suspect might be The guards call it Mind, actually, I'm not sure what it really means. If this really is the true face of the Mind I'd always known, than my Mind must have disguised itself well with only a few slips of the dungeons within its depths.
The walls are strange, as usual. The bars, walls, chains, and all are flashing, iridescent, multi-colored, yet anything but bright everything had such a dark, dark shade to it. Almost sinister. I d
YouThe sweetness of your kissYou3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lingers upon my lips
for hours on end.
Your scent on my shirt
makes me smile with every breath.
My heart races at
the very sight of your smile.
The wonderful feeling I get
when your arms are around me
hasn't left, even though
you've been gone for hours.
I'm still wishing
that you were here with me
and that you would
never have to leave.
It's Been A Long JourneyI write this on the thirtieth day of the 21st month of Snow-Nocte, 6th Era.It's Been A Long Journey3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By the Nameless Deaths, the blizzard outside is fierce. As I stare into the flames that which I write this entry of my meek journal in, my teeth chatter and my body trembles. The fire itself seems to shiver, what with the bloody freezing night that is out at the moment. Each gale makes the world tremble itself, I think. Heaps of dung! If only sleep could come to me as easily as it comes to sweet Asianna, who is curled up oh-so-contently with my direwolf. Lucky woman, we are going to need every bit of rest we get for tomorrow's battle. I would hate to see her pretty face scarred by a well-thrown javelin due to a late dodge. Speaking of luck, I do think Darkjaw is too, too lucky to get so close to her. I can't remember the last time I could hold her the way I could in our true homeland, before it was overrun by the Thaarisians. I cannot explain my gratitude for having her next to me for so long. A bloody dangerou
The Trouble With HomonymsI suffered quite badly from Medical Student Syndrome in my first year of studying, to the point where I no longer trust myself to diagnose even the common cold when it comes to my own body. Not that it was ever the simple ones I thought I had - it never works that way. The rare ones, the ones that are hard to diagnose, the ones that have such few outward symptoms that they slip past professionals time and time again, those were the ones I obsessed over.The Trouble With Homonyms4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was twenty years ago and I still don't trust myself to self-diagnose athough I'm sure I'd never make those mistakes again. I've devoted my career to those rare disorders that had me so hooked before and I've treated enough patients that I'm completely one-hundred percent confident in my ability to find the most seemingly insignificant symptoms of the rarest disorders and not be fooled ever again.
There is, however, one of those conditions from my student days that I've not yet had the good fortune of encountering in a patient. It's
petrichorNiobe weeps.petrichor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gold scattered rough across
cracked earth and the last
remains of summer - they fell
like leaves in the arms of the wind.
some scents cannot be captured.
the gods bleed onto rock,
and the stone sends her prayers
in return: petrichor.
listen - the heavy thud of
rain on parched ground;
the monsoon sealing life back in;
the sky bows and kisses earth.
LostHow far would you goLost5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To lose what you have
To start all over again
Without looking back
Can you find what you lost
In the endless seas of oblivion
And when you find it
Would you keep it
Or do you throw it away
After all what you have done
To find it
Getting rid of it
Because it was not
What you where looking for
Not thinking about
Can you throw away
All what you have
Just to start over again
Forgetting what you where
And if that happens
Could you try
To go back
For what you once
Into the corners
Of the forgotten
Dust and sand
In your rooms
Keys of doors
Without any locks
FriendFor once I thought I had a friend:Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A real friend,
A friend who cares
A friend who likes me for who I am,
Not one who ignores me,
Or says I’m annoying,
Not one who gets in a mood.
Not a friend like you.
Why did you change so much?
Youused to like me,
Well I think you did.
So why not anymore?
Why don’t you like me now?
DesiresCold as ice,Desires3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But burns like fire.
What hurts the most:
Is our desires.
.:WFAF:. Chapter 55.:WFAF:. Chapter 554 years ago in Drama More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
Red, orange, yellow, beautiful. Oh such beauty.
I blow my warm breath inside my lightly shaking hands. My breath feels weird as it warms my tingling fingers. The warmth is pleasant, but doesn't last long. I watch how my fingers turn shocking white again, while all the warmth inside them get's taken away by the cold. My breath isn't helping much, so I quickly hide my hands inside the pockets of my coat. I'm so stupid, I should have taken my gloves with me.
Again my eyes are drawn to the beautiful colours of autumn. The leaves, in all their beautiful colours, are waving in the chill wind. I make a little smile while slowly moving forward.
How long had it been? When was the last time I had smiled? Two months ago, if I had to guess.
I kick one big pebble in front of my feet. It ricochets off the ground and stops only four steps further away from me. I kick it again, but this time the pebble strays and lands somewhere inside the bare branc
.:WFAF:. Chapter 35.:WFAF:. Chapter 354 years ago in Romance More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
They are calling me. Whispering my name. Voices of dead try to lure me. They want me to go with them into the darkness. But I can't go with them, I'm locked inside Ivan's eyes. His cold hand is gently stroking my face. It's a touch that shouldn't hurt, but the skin he touches feels like it's on fire.
"Good boy," Ivan whispers. "Keep on looking into my eyes, because if you look away "
Ivan closes his eyes. In an instant I feel how dead rotten hands grab me. They are holding me in their grip and are dragging me into the darkness. Immediately I can move my body again. I struggle and try to get out of their grip, but every time one of the hands loses his grip on me, another one appears out of the darkness and tries to drag me further into it. I feel like I'm drowning in the darkness. On the moment I almost choke I feel Ivan puts his hand on my chest. I look up and look right into his eyes. As sudden as the hands grabbed me