AkuRoku - Homecoming 13Axel had tried his best to get himself out more after making amends with his roommates; his room had started to feel like a prison, but then again so had the world. He e-mailed Roxas as much as he could without sounding as desperate as he really was, but it did nothing to help his longing not that he really expected it to but he could hope. It was all he had now.AkuRoku - Homecoming 134 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ache in his chest doubled every time Roxas told him that he missed him and that he would be home as soon as he could. As each day passed, the promise of that seemed to hold less and less meaning. He knew Roxas would return, yet each day he wasn't there, it made him a little less hopeful.
I know everyone will be worried about you, I hope you're talking to them.
I'll see you soon.
I love you.
If he wasn't so depressed, Axel would have laughed. Since he had left his room two weeks prior, he had barely spoken a word to either of his flatmates; only because he didn't know what to say. What could he say? He ha
What does it matter?1 - WhenWhat does it matter?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
2 - Nothing is
3 - Clear to you
4 - Anymore, what do you
5 - Do to make your eyes
6 - Open? "Open", because I am not
7 - even sure if what I see is
8 - Actually there. Illusions are easy to see when
9 - You have a blinded heart, filled with insecurity and
10 - Jealousy. What do you say when someone asks you "why"?
9 - When you know that your "because" is something stupid?
8 - When you know that your "because" is invalid?
7 - Would having a ridiculous reason be better
6 - Than having no reason at all?
5 - My eyes are too afraid
4 - To open, to find
3 - Out who I
2 - Really, truly
1 - Am.
11. Hands1 - Desperately,11. Hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2 - My hand
3 - Clings onto yours.
4 - But what you don't
5 - Understand is that the touch
6 - Of your cold fingers are like
7 - Blades, digging deep into my tender flesh.
8 - The pain, of course, is comforting; blood draws
9 - A thin thread between us, connecting us. Unable to
10 - Let go, also unable to hold on. It forgets to
11 - Fall, even though gravity pulls it into the depths of the
10 - Ocean. Then I realized you were the one tugging on
9 - The line, unwilling to throw me away. I followed.
8 - Am I this easy to fish out? Am
7 - I as blind as to believe that
6 - What my hand met was real?
5 - I got ahead of myself,
4 - Believing in a sweet
3 - Illusion, filled with
2 - A faint
1 - Light.
Deaf EarsDeaf Ears2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
What if I knock at heaven's door?
What if I scream and shout all my needs?
What if I do my best to pray earnestly?
What if I still I feel empty because no one answers?
What if there's no relief in my soul after sending up that heavenly flare?
What if I am just a fallen angel?
What if all my prayers fall on deaf ears?
Hell is WaitingHell is Waiting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once I had the strangest dream, truly it had an inconceivable scheme. Let me tell you of the haunting scene.
I was standing in a field, there was a gale that refused to yield. The ground below me fell and as I began to drop I did yell. Through the core I dove, through the fiery pits I drove.
Suddenly I was trapped in an eerie fog, as if I had landed in a bog. The smell of sulfur hung in the air, clinging onto my memories which I could not repair. The smell of death and decay fell fully on me without delay. So finally I opened my eyes and oh did they burn, and what I saw made my insides churn. Here I saw twisted mangled figures with so many distorted horrific features.
A sinister laugh echoed in the deathly silence, a testament to its evil nature lay before me as evidence. Mankind strewn about in so many charred remains, this was some sort of hellish domain. So here in this nightmare, my imagination began to dare. I pondered at the details of the picture before me, and my soul ripped ou
The SkullThe Skull2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat in an old dusty library. My thoughts in antiquity deeply buried. I pondered the ancient texts and tapestries lining the walls in their varying sun bleached burgundies. There, next to these old rugs and texts was a glass case. Within it, a skull, I could not ponder it's face. It looked completely ordinary, but its aura was rather extraordinary. I took no heed to the glass lid, I barely noticed the note that eloquently did my action forbid.
Upon closer inspection, there was writing on the scrap of humanity that had avoided my earlier detection. It was a scrawl that distorted it quite wickedly. As I looked into its hollow eye sockets, something tore through me like a celebratory rocket. A voice, faint at first, into my mind burst. There was something so sad and lonely there, my body could not budge, not a single ounce. "Tell me," it said in a voice low with despair, "what do you know of me?"
I stared dumbly into that empty gaze, unable to look away from the thing. I was unsure wheth
The Raven's RemedyThe Raven's Remedy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His Virginia beloved, only her he coveted; his night and day, hanging onto every word she did say. One day, the Raven came and took her away.
Poe clung to his memory of her, the lines of his reality began to blur. Into fitful rages he flew, his obsession and madness only grew.
A new muse! The idea he simply would refuse. His delirious obsession completely destroying any comprehension. His writings were fully demented, showing his reality had been fully distorted.
Here in his study he was isolated, and in the lonely darkness his heart was elated. For here visions of his gone Virginia would appear the apparition of the one he held so dear.
Just one more sip, the pain would slip, and in would walk his Virginia.
The Raven made another visit, his soul he had to submit. And as his convulsions vanished in walked his Virginia, the memory he would not banish. She saw him and wept, for his sanity he had not kept, for into a sea of opiates he had swept.
Now the question is which was his true o
HOW TO DECIDE ITS BEDTIME: an instructional guideSTEP 1. Type flustered monologue professing some kind of emotion in Facebook chat barHOW TO DECIDE ITS BEDTIME: an instructional guide3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
STEP 2. Edit flustered monologue professing some kind of emotion in Facebook chat bar
STEP 3. Become suddenly very self-conscious about flustered monologue professing some kind of emotion in Facebook chat bar
STEP 4. Do not send flustered monologue professing some kind of emotion in Facebook chat bar
STEP 5. Let it sit there
STEP 6. Stare at it
STEP 7. Wish it would go away
STEP 8. Delete entire flustered monologue professing some kind of emotion in Facebook chat bar
STEP 8b. Accidentally send flustered monologue professing some kind of emotion in the Facebook chat bar
STEP 9. Flip the fuck out
STEP 10. Flip out some more
STEP 11. Fuck step 11
STEP 12. Fuck this
STEP 13. Become a turtle
STEP 14. Turtles can't type, you are now without blame
STEP 15. Decide it's bedtime
STEP 15b. Merge with the Earth
STEP 16. Shoosh, pap
The Hidden AngelShe leaped. And her wings appeared.The Hidden Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chasing SunriseChasing SunriseChasing Sunrise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Night music thrums out the
Window of the car next to me at the stoplight and I
Risk a glance over to see who dares break the 2am
Silence with rap beats and synthesized drums.
A teenager stares back at me, his bandana and
Long white t-shirt a useless defense against the same
Restlessness in his eyes that I see daily in the mirror.
I nod as the light changes and drive straight while he turns, towards
The rest of his life.
Heading east with no straight destination except
To outrun what is left of the night and find myself a place
To bring in the new day without the same old thoughts.
Next block over I see the young ones tumbling out of a bar as the neon
Sign turns off. They stand blinking in the starlight, wondering where to
Go next, what party to hit, what coffee shop to invade.
A girl leans over and takes off her high-heeled strappy sandals and
Smiles at the boy who watched her bend, and hands him her shoes.
Driving by a cemetery now as I leave the city behind, the tombs
Pain and SorrowEven Death can fall in lovePain and Sorrow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Happily Ever AfterI'm not the girliest girl around,Happily Ever After3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I was a Disney Princess.
Love is guaranteed,
And it's always
Happily Ever After.
Waste tomorrowTomorrow is not importantWaste tomorrow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because I live today
my children need a future
is what they still say
I need money today
for that brand new car
it must go fast
and it must go far
I need the biggest house
it must be warm all day long
Why are my bills so high
What has gone wrong?
We can't comprehend the future
and we forget about the past
people live only in the now
Because life goes by so fast
We have no long term vision
Everybody is selfish
"I must live well
and I must be rich"
Children WoundsShe knew 'goodbye's.Children Wounds3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They still hurt.
(I'm Ready)Armed with but my pride(I'm Ready)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(perhaps a bit too much)
And a pen and notebook
(black and college-ruled)
I'll take on the World
(large, scary-but manageable)
Head on, no fear, let's go
Hit me with your best shot
My chest is puffed
My shirt white and flawless
(except for that mustard stain)
I am done being shy, scared
So long have I spent
Living in the darkness
That the brightest of lights
And the darkest of nights
Cannot lay a finger on me
So, come on, World
What are you waiting for?
My first six...Why?... the question to all things.My first six...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SomaliaIf she could feed him her fleshSomalia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the flies have
gotten to her first.
much too tired to even try.
But she still does,
because he is
She'd rather stay silent as
her guts become
her largest organ
raisins under the
much longer than what was
she would give up her legs,
if only she
The Dark Wood's Murder of CrowsThe Dark Wood's Murder of Crows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the trees Caws echo and sound,
Enveloping Travelers all around.
Black Feathers and Beaks,
Calling out from their Peaks
Like the subtle warning signs,
You find between the lines.
But few unknowing have not heard,
Any warning signs from each sly little Bird.
So victim they fell to the silent Theft,
Losing any Gems that they might have left.
The victims made their stories well known,
and warned the people, "Don't go there alone."
Though one day a wanderer happened a near,
Straight-faced, lacking any sign of fear.
Quite normal she seemed,
Or so the Birds deemed,
Until one ventured to pluck a hair off her head,
And moments later landed on the ground dead,
With an arrow straight through it's chest.
Causing sharp cries of detest,
From the crowd that was still flocked.
Fearful, so louder they squawked,
Their own threats of Attack,
But none would dare strike back.
For the body lied bleeding,
Cursed them with fear, so impeding.
The sharpest birds knew they should grieve,
And were careful fr
futile caveatsas i crack the shellsfutile caveats2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the eggs i'm about to have for breakfast,
the sound replays in my
head for a little while;
i eat my breakfast and go
as i wait for the subway train
to come, the smell of newspapers around
just makes my stomach
acid spew and turns me to paleness;
i ride the train and go
as i cut myself and bleed
on the salad i'm in the
process of preparing,
i feel another stronger phantom pain;
i skip my dinner and go
as i walk the evening streets
trying to see anything other than
our memories in every avenue,
the moon stands witness of my sins;
i fight the night and go
It begins...He awoke, aching.It begins...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Where am I?"
Aurora (Borealis)The vermilion sky melted and slippedAurora (Borealis)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a barely muddied, ruddy hillside
powdered-sugarcoated, vanilla ice-whipped
The vivacious glory-of-the-snow
sabotages the dead silence of the season
with its vehement, blue-violet glow
Know that I see the gleaming aurora in
your laugh lines, life lines
in the palms of your hands and
pads of your feet, unfurling the unsaid
The north star becomes
a cardinal bindi on your forehead
Know that I feel you are heaven-defined
prophecies pressed into my spine
You want to whisper across my tips and capillaries
breathe in sky-blue butterflies, out sea-green envy
I want to compass through your crust and marrow
with every very ounce of streaming sanguine in me
To keep burning bridges and breaking-off roads
marooning our mauve mere of melancholy
To reclaim yourself under new wintry dawn odes
finally, fathoming the worth of the word, 'free'
The vermilion sky melted and slipped
into a half-baked, chocolate hillside
asleep in sleet, numbed and tight-lipped