All Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the Coast11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather ballons have shut down
out of boredom. The sky is the exact opposite
of an exploded circus. I'm feeling let down,
thinking I would miss you more.
Puddles are even leaving town
in search of something more famous to reflect.
I could go for a walk through the streets
you've left behind but I know they will someday
open up, swallow everyone who trusted them.
I think I will stay inside instead
and rummage through empty wine bottles,
hoping to disturb some hungover genie
and ask him if he's ever had any wishes of his own,
maybe a pleasant sunny day to himself
on top of a water tower,
some grapes and cheese to nibble on
while he calculates the chance
that it will never rain again,
then writes it across the sky
in a language no one understands.
Another Sad Song - Part One******************Another Sad Song - Part One9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mom! Fuck, just shut up!" Anna screamed, walking ahead of her mother towards the parked car
"Don't speak to me like that! I'm your mother and you should know better"
"Whatever" Anna sighed when she reached the car "can you just unlock the car?"
"Listen to me Annabelle" her mother said, leaning against the drivers side of the car "I've just sat there and listened to your teachers complain about your behaviour, your behaviour that is when you bothered to show up for classes"
Anna sighed in frustration "Mom…"
"No, what the hell is going on with you? You didn't used to be like this-"
"Oh fuck not this again" Anna muttered, biting down on her lip ring
"Like that, two years ago you wouldn't have sworn at me like that"
"Can you just unlock the car?"
Her mother sighed, realising that once again she'd failed to reach her daughter "Sure" she whispered, turning the lock, and slipping into the car.
"Honey, honey its okay it was just a dream" Her f
A New Spin on Sin - RevisedA New Spin on Sin - Revised9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An insatiable appetite
For wanton moans to fill the night
(the time when you are mine) -
My loss of self-control overwhelms me
(and is tinted with blood and loathing).
And I know
(though I'm blinded),
This is not love
(however confused, at least not for you) -
Lust can be deadly...
A terrible thirst parches my throat
(but it is a small penance)
And I overindulge in your sweet nectar
(even if it may cause addiction) -
My unwitting heart feeds on your attention
(and the pain you force onto me).
And I know
(though I crave the excess),
This is not love
(however many times I binge and purge myself of you) -
Gluttony can be deadly...
You search in the shadows
(through filth and crumbs)
For a lucky, pathetic soul
(that you may feast upon) -
My willing one waits in the foreground
(with longing eyes).
And I know
(though jealousy courses through my veins),
This is not love
(however much I help to ease the disappointment and loss) -
Envy can be deadly...
x marks my heart.i am lying in the field of wheat, dappled with sunlight, drunk with acceptance.x marks my heart.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am holding my fishnet-fingers wide to catch the dreams leaking out my pores. all my wishes are exploding from behind the rib-dams too archaic and tired to stand any longer. i am smiling for the first time in months and digging my hipbones and angelblades in the soil like seeds. i am a sunflower, i am an orchid, i am pushing the petals away to reveal myself to the waiting world. i am wrapped in the warmth, gently coaxing the tangles from my thoughts, my vulnerabilities uncurling slowly to reveal their belly to the persuasion of the heat.
i am blind, but with eyes shut, i can finally see who i am.
[i'm writing you letters in braille: i wish you were here.]
i am swimming in the belly of the ocean, crusted with salt, saturated with silence.
i am breathing coral in deep to paint my insides the color of magic. i am shrugging off the weight of the past and letting it disperse with the pulse of the tide. i am f
WAKE UPWAKE UP10 years ago in Open More Like This
Go to school.
Do your homework.
Go to sleep.
Go to work.
Do your duties.
Go to sleep.
Clean the house.
Feed the children.
Go to sleep.
Take a breath.
Take a break.
Take a trip around the world--
Spill your soul over the world.
Sing a song.
SCREAM a song!
Break the rules.
Get a room!
Get a puppy...
Take a picture of your puppy,
of your friends,
heck, your hands!
Or a dirty corner full of ants.
write a poem in your hands.
Get your pens
and your lipsticks;
as your canvas
use the walls.
do cartwheels down the hall.
If bodies jam
knock them over.
If bodies fall
flip them over.
If bodies crawl
run them over.
When they rise--
when they fight--
Scrape your knee and show some blood.
Show some love.
Give a hug.
Say "I love you."
Say I HATE you!"
Say it loud--
Quit your "self."
Quit the world.
if not deep.
Dream of lands.
Dream of dreams.
Do wake up
And learn to live.
NO PLACE FOR HATE...We label this school safe, fun, and fair. But if Kentwood is a safe place, why do we have to watch our backs and get threats thrown at us everyday? Everyday in the halls I hear kids yell that a race or label ("prep","goth","gangster", etc.) is stupid. I hear people saying things such as "watch it before you get beat up", "you're so stupid", and the most popular: "that's so gay". Did you know the first definition in the dictionary for "gay" is "happy"? A term meant for an emotion, changed into a label, then elevated into an insult, and is now used by a large majority of this school. "There are a lot of statements that are not right and none of them should be used," a homosexual student stated "I get abused everyday, physically and mentally because of my sexuality to the point that when I get home, I cry. This is a big problem in this school, and it needs to be fixed."NO PLACE FOR HATE...9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Imagine having a large group of people insult you everyday for who you are and what you do. Imagine being physically, me
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
Beauty and the BeastBeauty and the BeastBeauty and the Beast8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the days just after Arthur
Lived a maiden passing fair
With a beauty like the lily
And gold dust in her hair.
An the prince who ruled the land
Full of over bearing pride
Sent his knight a questing for her
So that she would be his bride.
It did not take long to find her
For the rumors blaring force
Like a river broad and mighty
Can be traced right to its source.
And beauty beyond beauty
As you may surmise
Is seen in every aspect;
The lips, the hair, the eyes,
The gently flowing curves,
The turn of hand, and cheek,
In waist, hips, knees, and ankles,
The voice with which they speak.
Perfect in every aspect
She there before him stood.
And informed about the quest
She smiled and said. its good
That I should be queen she said,
Is evident to see.
For in all of the world
there is none prettier than me
Another maiden entered.
Offering service on the way
to ease the ladys burden
WasteWaste9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Call me Anna, she says, hoping they'll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it's too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn't be right, but that's for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that people called her by her boring middle name, started work as a librarian, and married a man who was the human embodiment of beige.
He didn't stand out anymore than she did. He wasn't tall and wasn't short, wore glasses in the least imposing way and sometimes spoke too quietly. He hated repeating himself, so told people to forget he said anything at all if they hadn't heard
Que hace girar al mundo¿Qué hace girar al mundo?Que hace girar al mundo4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un día, un pequeño conejo banco le preguntó con curiosidad a su padre el motivo y razón por el cual la vida no se detenía, el mundo avanzaba y los seres continuaban existiendo. Su padre, todo un conocedor, le contó a su pequeño vástago un cuento sobre una extraña energía, la batería del mundo, aquello que lo hacía girar y continuar.
Le narró sobre un extraño mundo existente en los sueños, en el centro de la tierra y detrás de un velo negro de terciopelo, donde se generaba continuamente la energía que da el origen a la vida. "Esta sube por las raíces de los árboles y recorre el mundo como el oxigeno" dijo el papá conejo.
En aquel único y extraño mundo subterráneo, habitan criaturas y seres similares en aspecto a las que residen en la superficie, pero actúan en un ciclo continuo sin principio, ni final. Todos proceden de fo
Inner Strength part 1Inner Strength part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Inner Strength- part 1
Okay, most of you know the characters of the story, but for the other characters, I'll tell you about them.
So the story goes, Ash, May, Brock, Max, and Pikachu are walking along the trail to the nearest city... Which is for some reason, is taking a long, long, long, long time.
"Boy, wonder why it's taking so long just to get to a one mile away city," said Ash.
"Maybe we went the wrong way?" said Brock.
"Hey! Maybe that's it!" shouted May.
It was a city, but it was a very odd city. There where some people, but they all just stood there, smiling, and the houses were all the same color. In fact, all the people had the same clothes, hair dew, and it even looked like they had the same smile! As Ash and the others walked closer to the town, they noticed that everyone was looking at them, weirdly.
"They look like people," said Max.
"I think they're breathing," said Ash.
"But why are they staring at us?" said May.
"Pikachu," said Pikachu on top of Ash's shoulder.
LoveLove4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's something in all of us,
different but still the same.
It's a way of expression;
some times normal,
well some times strange.
It's a feeling that you have;
or sometimes sad.
It's a curse,
or a blessing.
It makes you lose yourself,
or helps you discover who you truly are.
It's something that will always happen,
whether like it or not.
But something that can't be controlled,
or be freed.
But always be happy,
that you can love.
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
Inner Strength part 12Ash looked around. Darkness, the all too familiar darkness of Artemis mind.Inner Strength part 128 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Welcome back, Ash.
Ash turned around. There stood Artemis, still in his black, hooded cloak.
It has been awhile since we have last met, he said.
Ash didnt like this. Going back into Artemis mind was never a good thing.
What do you want now? asked Ash.
I want to apologize for before, said Artemis.
Apologize? This is weird.
Yes, apologize. I know that last time I did not control my emotions like I usually do. I am still not sure how that happened, so I apologize for what I did and hope that nothing bad became of it.
Became of it? He was mad enough to kill Ash! And now hes apologizing? Somethings going on here, Artemis wasnt the kind to do something like this.
Um . . . thats fine . . . I guess, but why did you get so mad? asked Ash, confused.
There was a small silence between them, then Art
Canada In Less Than A NutshellWe're Canada: A Poem Lacking Metre and Otherwise SenseCanada In Less Than A Nutshell9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're Canada, we don't have any moon,
We spend our spare time keeping the stereo in tune!
Our loyalties can hardly be questioned,
To sum it up, we can't be burdened
With bothering to salute the flag.
(just don't say the Queen's a hag,
We'll drown you in beer cuz we're really mean,
Heck, we might even send you to the guillotine!)
We're Canada, and it's not really that cold,
We make fun of Americans, we're definitely that bold,
Who really cares, as long as the Oilers win?
Well, actually, that's only if you're in Edmonton...
Which really doesn't rhyme, but who cares, we're Canadian
And I can't think of anything that rhymes with that—um—ORANGE!
Have a snow float, it's not on me,
Oh, look, it's a pretty maple tree!
We're Canada, I'm sweating to death,
Because it's hot, even though I think 20's hot, and that's Celsius, you idiot, oh right, I need a rhyme to end this line and the only word I can think of at the moment is bre
Inner Strength part 2Since I don't know how to make words turn italic, I'll just use these handy-dandy things < >.Inner Strength part 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ash's eyes opened.
Ash looked around, he was in one of the spare rooms of a Pokecenter. He has been to one of these before, no biggy. There was May, sleeping on a bed, and Brock and Max are sleeping on two other beds, but why was he on the floor? And why does he feel something grabbing his arm?
Ash looked to his side and saw Misty II.
thought May. Officer Jenny jumped out of her car and saw May. Officer Jenny said something into her walky-talky, and walked into the Pokecenter, towards her. She looked angry for some reason as she walked over to May. She said something, but the aftershock from the sonic boom in May's ears wouldn't let her hear Officer Jenny.
Then Officer Jenny got out her cuffs and hand cuffed May's hands.
Ash's eyes opened...again.
He looked around:
Inner Strength part 3I would like to dedicate these chapters to the people who died at Virginia Tech. May their souls rest in peace.Inner Strength part 38 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Darkness. Complete darkness. No light.
Thought Ash. He could see himself, but everything else was covered with complete darkness.
Ash remembered Misty shooting him.
"Hello, Ash," said a familiar voice.
Ash looked for where the sound came from. He looked behind him and saw Artemis.
The darkness covered everything, but Ash could still see himself and Artemis. Artemis was still wearing his black cloak and the hood over his head, so Ash still couldn't see his face.
"How are you today?" said Artemis.
"Not doing so good, thanks to you. Did you bring me here? Where am I?" asked Ash.
"This is my mind," said Artemis.
"How did I get here?" asked Ash.
"When you are asleep, I can bring you into my mind, so I can talk to you," said Artemis.
"I'm asleep? Did Misty make me go to sleep?" asked Ash.
"I don't know, all I know is that you are asleep," said Artemis.
"Um, okay...Why is so dark in
Inner Strength part 20There, in the blue tank, was the legendary creature Lugia! Impressively, his huge white and blue body had plenty of room in the tank. His massive, white wings were folded across his body, and his large head was curved down, eyes closed.Inner Strength part 207 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The expression on Lugia's face was...calm. The large sea guardian seemed as if he were resting and relaxing for the first time in his
Ash was in so much shock that his weak mind couldn't understand it.
Ash felt extremely tired, and dropped his head down to let it hang
over his body, gasping for breath. He had held his head up for such a
long time that it exhausted him.
Bob turned away from the blue tank and the creature within it to look
down at Ash, who was still gasping. He raised his hand up to his chin
and scratched it.
"Hm...it seems that you still have some Inner Strength left over.
You're still able to breathe, to know when it's time to rest, and even
to ask a few questions when you are curious...this is inter
Ode to an Odd Quest.They fluttered in, as birds of a feather,Ode to an Odd Quest.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Closer they flew, flocked together.
A flash of light!
Sparks in the night!
It's Abe! The savior of his race,
Dropped to the rock in his grace.
We cheered! Ninety-nine freed of his fellows,
Our happiness could not be mellowed.
As freed slaves, we won't be lunch,
For our former masters, an ugly bunch.
But a strange noise echoed over our sound:
From Abe it seemed to be bound.
He'd passed wind, a not uncommon growl
(It's that slave-gruel, 's not good with our bowel).
We all laughed- hey! 'Twas a joyful day!
"Oops," spake Abe in his dismay.
A slap on the back the Bigface endows
(This happens again later as Alf well knows).
So Abe lost balance, tumbled off the stage.
His head smashed against the stone of past age,
The poor Mud lay still, we all gasped!
As it turned out, Abe was in a trance.
The Weirdos came to visit him then,
The spirits of three long dead mudokon.
These restless souls with missing limbs,
Came to Abe with problems grim:
Extrasolar Origin (Ver 2012)Extrasolar Origin (Ver 2012)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Origin (2012 Version)
Written by: Bjorn Malmberg and Ryan Malone
Planet Orion, second planet from the main sun in the Pi3 Orionis solarsystem...
He sat patiently and waited in the shadows outside the children school building. It was a pyramid shaped complex, in the middle of the Boeotian jungle. Tall trees shadowed most of the buildings, but further away towers of shell white concrete and glass reached above the roof top of the dense forest. He envisioned the inside of the building in his old mind. It was difficult to hold the thoughts, they floated away and got dimmed. So old. So far from home. He knew that she was in there.
White ceramic-surfaced tables stood in neat rows in the bright, sunlit classroom. There was silence and anticipation in the air. A little girl was standing in front of the class. On the ceramic screen behind her was a drawing of a triangle-shaped object with blue flames shooting out of its back, next to a colourful sketch of a planet with only one m
Inner Strength part 7 and 6Ash sat beside Misty II, who was laying on her bed at the Pokecenter. She had tubes going in her and wires coming out.Inner Strength part 7 and 68 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On the other side of Misty II's bed was Pikachu's bed. He had badges wrapped all around his head, where Ray broke his crown.
Ash watched them sleep, hoping they would be okay.
He had been sitting there ever sense Nurse Joy brought Misty II and Pikachu in, after Ray got away. She also got Pichu and placed him in his own room with a special bed made just for electric type baby Pokemon.
As Ash kept watching Misty II's stomach slowly move up and down, he thought about May and his son. . .and if Misty II was going to make it.
Then, Nurse Joy walked into the room.
"Hello," said Nurse Joy with a warm smile.
"Hello, Nurse Joy," said Ash, not returning the smile.
Nurse Joy walked over to Pikachu and checked if he was getting better, then she did the same thing with Misty II.
"How's May?" asked Ash.
Nurse Joy checked some monitors that showed if any of the patients are okay, the
PregnantShe feels the growth inside her;Pregnant8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An instinct well known to her,
To protect her womb
From the outside world;
Bloody and battered.
Ruined on the outside,
Course to the touch,
But on the inside
Its warm and squishy.
He protects her
From the outside world.
In love. Its wonderful,
And it feels right.
This feels right.
I feel this growth inside me.
Its our growth that we made
That our love brought.
I love you, my darling.
Dont ever leave.
You have to stay
To protect the herd.
He beckons her forth to
Sit on his lap.
My love, my life.
Everything fits so well.
Everything is great.
Just stay with me.
Ill protect you.
I love you.
© Angela Darlington