How to Make a MonsterHow to make a monster, you ask?How to Make a Monster5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, it's really quite simple.
To start with you need a typical embryo,
Preserved in a jar of mushroom fluids.
In this order, add five drops of lemon juice,
Half a cup of spite,
A tablespoon of jealousy,
Three quarters of dark night.
Remove half the reason,
Siphon all that's light,
Take away the easy road,
And the sense of what is right.
Pour fire down his throat,
To give him extra fight,
And add a nasty aftertaste,
To keep him from clear sight.
Starve him of affection,
Add a thirst for power,
A good helping of bad temper,
So his enemies will cower,
A dollop of mean spirits,
A sprinkle of unfair,
A pinch of no-one cares,
And you have your monster there!
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Promise MePromise Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll let me know
You'll love me so.
You'll hold my hand
That this is real
The heart we feel.
You'll make me smile
You'll stay a while.
You're truly "fine"
That you'll be mine.
And promise me
We'll sail away
Entrance To The Dark ForestEntrance To The Dark Forest6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in, come in...
Why go back home, why turn around?
The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?
Come in, come in...
There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.
Here the trees twist, the branches twine
the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.
You won't get far, not moving a muscle.
Don't be afraid...
You could always stay
just till darkness falls?
Move.. come on, the forest calls!
Go on, and don't look back
Just follow the track, step by step.
No need to bring water, no need to bring bread
the stormthe storm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying in bed. The sheets kicked off. The darkness broken suddenly by the vivid strobe of light. It fills the room with the charged energy of anticipation. The fan whirs its hypnotic rhythm. Counting; "one-one hundred, two-one hundred, three-one hundred " waiting. Waiting for that sound to slice open the entire fabric of the sky. Thunder approaches with smells of memories drenched in childhood, forgotten tears, silent squeals of innocent excitement. Senses saturated as the rain begins to fall. Eyelids heavy. A lullaby of rain on a tin roof. A sleep of all that heaven must be.
LOVELOVE6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we kissed
to ignite a fire
back in remote times
and we caressed
to accelerate our healing
and to evolve beyond ourselves ...
then they came and said
we are like fire and water
and we believed them and we separated
and there was no way to come together
who are they?
I can see the muddy shadows
sucking at our essence
and their scaly faces smile
as you shout at me in anger
... but I know you
and I know that once we kissed
and as I softly put my lips on yours
I see your anger melt away
and your loving glance embraces mine
remembering the times of our union ...
and the wicked scaly ones growl and
the muddy shadows flee ...
no more divided into fire and water are we
and as we look at them
they shout up in pain and vanish
as love is toxic food for
those who are hollow
but it's the fuel of the light we are!
*by Calliope's Touch 2009
DesolationThere isDesolation5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of the soul.
It is an
to deny this
into the corners
of my mind
where the memory
of you died.
June 19th, 2010
The laugh of a child.The laugh of a child.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Giggles burst out,
Floating on the breeze.
Cresting the leaves,
Kissing the trees.
Filling the air with its joy,
Opening closed hearts.
Placing within them a golden spark.
Life is then sprung,
From the laugh of a child.
To my heartDear Heart,To my heart6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel you pounding around feverishly inside, and I know why. You have waited long for him to return, but please hold on just a bit more. He will be coming home in a day or two. With that, he will be here for quite awhile before departing once again. Waiting is hard to do, this I know, because life is a giant waiting game. You wait for coffee, for friends, for morning, for night, for letters, for days, for weeks, for months, and for years... Though it is especially hard to do with your excitement of his return just so close yet it feels so far away because of the wait.
Be calm my worrisome heart. You spoke with him just today and he is doing fine-- or so he says--but I rather doubt he would lie about that...okay I must admit, he might lie about something so trivial as that, if only to make you at ease. It is a wonder how something so small and trivial, could make you pound fiercely with such a profound ache. I guess it is because you care for him, that you feel sad when he'
One Year ReflectionWhere I come from, the leaves change, like clockwork, as soon as October hits. You know that you only have a short window of time until they litter your lawn like paper stars fallen straight from the sky, and before they become a huge nuisance because you have to bag them. Fall has always meant peace and simplicity to someone like me; summer means wild and craziness, jumping around, driving fast, sand in your shoes, messy. Fall, despite the huge mess of leaves littering everywhere, has meant that the calm and quiet of winter was approaching. The earth seems stiller; everything is cold and quiet.One Year Reflection6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I've never been like everyone else and interpreted winter as dead. To me it was simple, elegant and, let's face it, magical. What other time of year could you go to sleep in a world with a bare lawn and leafless trees and wake up in one with a foot of snow outside of your door and the trees sparkling and weighted down with the stuff? Fall and winter have always seemed like the weather's free pa
Letters To Rylan, Part OneAuthor's Note: I wrote all of this by myself; It's a new writing experiement I'm working with. These are letters a girl is writing to her friend who committed suicide. I really like how it turned out. Thanks for reading; please review! It's depressing, kind of. Lol.Letters To Rylan, Part One6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can't believe it's been almost six months. I miss you, so much. The other day I ran into your mother and little Benny outside Hef's. Benny isn't so little anymore, and he asked me to call him Ben. I think he's done a lot of growing up since it happened. I couldn't believe it, he's gotten so much taller! He looks a lot like you, Ry. He has your eyes, and he's gotten thinner as he's gotten taller. He's like a little man now, it's crazy. Your mom said your dad moved out two and a half months ago. He couldn't deal with what happened to you. He's got an apartment the next town, your mom said, and Benny visits him on the weekends and sometimes during the week. I couldn't believe it, your mom and yo
Shepherds Gray I,II,IIII have to destroy the wickedShepherds Gray I,II,III6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The beast that has marked my threshold of pain
The anger he wants me to write, is so ungodly
All the sorrow surrounding this shepherd is gray
I dont feel Ill ever know the reasons why
Why all has been mistreated in such a way.
All my instincts are to dwell,
And let my emotions slip before the depression
Before the wind outside has calmed to rain.
And still; youd believe your senses
If all you thought had reason to follow.
Imagine that path is gone and deserted
That sense to reason has no purpose to follow
Because you have no faith in man anymore.
I cannot be the God in me forever,
I cannot be the keeper of sheep before Christ in blood.
I do not know if I believe there is an answer,
I do not know if I believe in GOD
But I do know
That there is something deep inside my heart,
When I refuse it,
When I act as though, Ive never been born.
Theres a sharpness running through,
And I feel as though a river is rushing over my wound
'Disembodied''Disembodied'6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I couldnt anticipate your light
In the declaration of your ashes,
As I looked away...
Freedom called between the distance trees
And children on their way back home from school
In crowded streets
I felt the same from your atonement
Didnt ask why the brief reflection
Didnt show me as a real person...
I wondered beyond the years
In tracks of time,
Impressible days and winters spent
Still listening for the sound of your voice...
I could see the memory
An old reaction on my face
Of words I really meant to say...
I could not embrace that helpless part of me
That knows no human...
The compassionate beat in my heart for time
That kept us moving through lifes only discernment...
Did you hear them passing?
Or the sun, as it left the hour
Draining the day of warmth
I had become this ghost, as longed to be
Still waiting for your acknowledgment;
When will my mind rest for sure? -
In solace; none can breathe to be f o r e v e r
In some memory-
Some way to be remembered.
absurdly short.i found you, sitting on the floor in your austerely clean apartment.absurdly short.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"hey," i said, "what's up?"
and as you sat there, glassy-eyed and unresponsive,
i realised it was your alcohol level.
Precious momentsHis last words still linger on the wind, as if searching for someonePrecious moments6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the drawn out screams and the splash of water that attracted me to the scene, not the fact that I knew that there would be blood, or the fact that I knew whos knife she had used. The terror on his face when I entered was nothing, I assure you, compared to the pain she had endured through the past few months. A reason, perhaps the only reason, that I wasnt surprised to see the cold, tempered blade in her chest. I had seen this very moment coming for about three weeks now and all that I could think to do to stop it was to remain by her side.
Perhaps that was my mistake. Now that I think about it, maybe I should have said something to somebody. A shrink perhaps? Whatever I should have done, it certainly wasnt going to help any now. Her blood was working its way into the fabric of the bed she had fallen onto, and with each gasp of air he gave, I was sure it would only be that mu
ObservationObservation compelled meObservation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should have known better
The way the room was lit,
Visible in eyes
To every picture
In the days darkest light
Something a little less the room takes away,
Sheltered right in
I couldnt fit it all,
The scaffolds wouldnt hold
The stain in the glass of my cup full;
In two fleeting moments
The decision was to let it all go.
Sheltered right in.
I could hear the church bells over the barren;
Cold fingers linger,
Warm breath through contrast
Leaving the lighthouse gleaming;
Fading the winsome smile from my face.
I dropped the glass once held upon,
The cup in all its vacancy
Hollow like the core of the apple
And my innocence left
Like the glass shattered.
What more could come from your absence?
As I was begging you to show
Sheltered right in.
Observation compelled me
I should be forgiven.
All in what's yet to happenSo if, my dear, there sometimes seems to beAll in what's yet to happen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hidden door to walk through
A certain wound that bleeds,
And when I walk down you may see me leave
It's not my initial reaction
It's something you can't see...
Locked within- all distracted.
I could barrel through every last emotion
That's making me want to departure
But the lack of you will soon destroy
Every last organ that allows me to live.
All in what's yet to happen.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seems to be...
I must take the hidden door
And allow this wound to heal,
it's against my better judgment in all that I feel
But soon you will understand
And soon will be near.
All in what's yet to happen.
The Sunset LinesLook where I am!The Sunset Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So high above- there eyes to see
The sunset lines, where the moon meets dreams.
Ive fled so far, so far away from comfort
Ive determined no path- no way for myself,
No reason, day to day
To why the pain felt- inside of my brain.
Is there something missing?
Something I havent quite found yet?
Is there a reason for wishing,
Praying tomorrow, will be different.
Under the stars and moon,
I use to dwell, as if all the summers of a childhood
Could keep the flies away for good,
I didnt care what time it was,
There was no reason to believe, that it might be up.
And reasons came the day I was leaving for good.
As comfort lies in a never ending orbit
Circling with pain round to no end
To find its truth is to find- to see there is none
But he who feels only
And bases all he is upon this feeling
Is not one who believes.
For faith in the circle is too obvious. Too simple to reckon with.
But faith in the circle is faith in the end
Faith in the way
Darkness - Attempt at PoetryDarkness within lingersDarkness - Attempt at Poetry5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unreasonable fear mounts
The hands tremble and sweat
Feet turn to ice
Am I dying?
Have I lost my mind?
Should I call out?
I must keep this secret!
Waves of intense uncertainty
Breathing is now labored
Shoulders rising in stress
Heart races out of control
Fetal position now
Death seems imminent
I do not want to die
I am too young to die
I am about to explode
My head is splitting in half
Teeth may shatter from clenching
Every muscle is now flexing
Wait it starts to subside
My mind begins to clear
My body starts to relax
I get to keep my secret
Just another Panic Attack!