I miss youI miss your kind caring smileI miss you3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fact you’d always stay a while
The way you always saw what was wrong
How you’d make me sing along
The dreams you went and kindled in me
Of all the places we’d go and see
The way we both stared off at the sky
To realise someone waited for a reply
I loved the way you set me free
By simply loving me,
Wrong side of the mirrorI can see a woman, watching me through the glass. She is young, in her early twenties, with a haunted look about her. There is nothing especially spectacular about her, but something something quietly remarkable draws you in; captures your attention; fixes you to the spot.Wrong side of the mirror2 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
Her eyes are a slate grey, intense and piercing; a dark energy smouldering in their depths. You notice that they glow a deep blue, like the ocean, when caught by the morning light, sometimes even the shade of a pale winter sky. A subtle ring of gold accents the border between her pupils and irises, which hold a faint sparkle of mischief against their black voids.
A shock of tight, red curls, messy yet somehow precise, frames her face. The sides of her hairstyle are trimmed short, not quite a mohawk; showing her natural gold-tinted brown. You could almost imagine her as one of the blond, adorable, cherub children, if not for the shadows of experience marking her features.
Beautiful is not a word that suits her, and de
diffusionnature made her--diffusion4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
we either nurture or harm her
so we chose
to feed her judgement until
she was full of shame,
bloated by bruisers
or by blinking onlookers,
we insouciant passersby.
we watch her petals pull and fall--
why not give gravity hands;
it has none while she has some
with which to defend, to fight
back to the corner of the garden
from which we witnessed her sprout
so green, so vibrant-- delicacies of hope.
yet she leaves naivety in too swift a turn,
burned red to yellow to dead grey.
it is the natural order of things,
for her to shrivel as winter shrugs by
but we could have been spring.
romance.I.romance.5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The daisies burned in the sunlight. His hair fell into his eyes as the long grass swallowed him, devoured his bones. From his outstretched hands grew wildflowers, their pollen pooling in his palms.
The sweet air seemed to choke me as I lifted my voice to the sky.
"It's all right. I don't mind," he replied, eyes drifting into the haze of summer.
The day wore on.
His fingers scraped the kitchen table. I stole a furtive glance at their shadows. The evening entered, pale and lovely, like a ghostly sculpture, lightly dusted with twilight.
"Will you pay for it?"
"It can be fixed."
"No, it can't. Look at it." There were more shards than the fragments of sunlight scattered across the floor.
"All things can be fixed. Did you try?"
My heartbeat sped up and I remembered his foot on the accelerator, the rush of the landscape as it flew on the wind, the singing of the wheels against the tarmac. In the kitchen, the phone rang. It appeared that nobody was going to answer it.
"How deep is
Leaving TulsaGuitar strings marked your palms,Leaving Tulsa2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
tattooing lyrics onto your skin
and making it glow like italic rust.
Garrett, would you have called me
over to your favorite spot
in the mountains
if you'd known that I was just as
lost as those scared rabbits,
running away from a dust storm?
Boy, I didn't expect to fall
prey to your September eyes
but that's exactly what happened.
And I never thought
we'd have anything in common,
let alone a strange
fire burning a hole in our sides;
our protective shells like Lego houses.
The thrill of wanderlust
rushed through our veins
as we sat, sipping cokes with rum
at a little soiled dove
bar in Tulsa on the weekends.
We talked about the places
we'd see if we ever
were to leave home,
sharing made-up fantasies
about running down gypsy roads
with backpacks strapped
to our bodies and wildflowers
melting in our cheeks
as we blushed under
a bourgeois European sun.
Boy, you smiled like you
couldn't wait to defy gravity
and I felt sorry that
your family didn't see
GoneIs it so trueGone2 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
That love is easy to find
Or is comfort gone
She Is HumanBlood-bathed warrior,She Is Human2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
priestess and healer,
she was the fury
the calm and pity.
Heartbeat to deafen thunder,
yet drown beneath whispers,
she swept across worlds
tripped upon the same rock
hurtled through lifetimes
never wanted to die,
scrambled for maturity
defied to grow up.
Saw all on her axis,
chose blindness to the past.
Threw shields before enemies,
opened her heart,
refused to begrudge
forgot not her pride.
WingsOnce upon a time there lived a little boy named Georges, who lived in a magical kingdom full of beautiful winged people. Georges had a best friend named Francois, who was born without wings, and everyone in the kingdom rejected him except for Georges. Georges wanted more than anything for his beloved friend to have wings and be happy and accepted. One day, while silently walking through the magical forest on the outskirts of the kingdom, Georges happened upon a troubled faerie, whose foot was trapped under a large stone. He hastened to aid her. The faerie thanked him graciously and offered to grant him a wish: anything he desired. However, she warned that her powers could only do so much, and she would need something from him in return. Without having to hesitate, Georges replied that he wished more than anything for his beloved friend Francois to have his own pair of wings. The faerie granted his wish at a hiWings2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fairy Ring!I found fairy ring todayFairy Ring!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eerie place for midnight play
Glow worms sit on midnight leaves
Stage is set, time to believe.
Audience ready, moonless night
Small creatures wait to see this sight
Wings flutter, sound like bees
Descend beneath guarding trees.
Into fairy ring they sweep
Beautiful dancing, souls could weep
Glow worms fall slowly to ground
Dying light, made no sound.
Fairy music does not last long
Just like twilight come and gone
Look with care you might see
Wild fairies sparkling hilarity.
The StreamThe Stream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sleep while I write this, and you dream, and I hope it's a dream you'll remember, because:
It is the complete darkness cut only by the fairy stream, the one I've taken you to before. I honestly have, and it would be bad form for you to have forgotten, but granted, dreams are tricksy that way...
But don't you remember it? I don't take your hand, it's unnecessary (but felt all the same), and you lift high, higher into the black, the starless night, the pure velvet interior of a dreaming mind, and there, and there --
Is the stream, running smooth and swift, its jelly depths smiling back with fairy lights, with all the Christmas and Halloween colors for you to remember. Don't you? Please remember: The interior glow of bluebells, marigold, naiad tears, persimmon, roses -- for you, roses -- and you can trail your fingers down into the cool waters, and who is the fairy in flight but you?
It is the Greatest Dream I kno
A Whacked Up FairytaleOnce upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, a King ruled over a large kingdom with his beautiful Queen and perfect Princesses. The kingdom was prosperous because he was fair, and all knew of the wealth and happiness that the royal family held.A Whacked Up Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, one day, the father, the mighty King, had to leave the kingdom on a quest to show the world his strength. He left, despite the Queen's pleas and begging, and then they were all alone.
The Queen, after the King's descent became sad and heartbroken so much so that she could barely leave the bed, of which the two rulers once shared. There was nobody to rule over the mighty land that was the kingdom, other than the elder of the two Princesses, and so she did. The Princess decided to sit in the throne her father had once occupied and to take up the duties her father had once fulfilled.
Despite all the protection she offered the kingdom, there was still a vast anxiety amongst the people and even the royal household. There was fear and
Fairies DanceFairies DanceFairies Dance2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"The music is the wind that blows
while fairies spin on bare tiptoes,
and fireflies jewel up the night
reflecting fairies in their light."
(Dancing Fairies (Children):- C.J. Heck)
Flitting in on gossamer wings
That blink underneath the mourning moon,
Dancing as the crickets sing;
Morning sneaks up all too soon.
Watch them flit and flutter by
As the Weeping Willow grows.
See them dance like dragon flies,
Hear twinkles in the dead-night sky;
Prancing in their summer shows -
The music is the wind that blows.
'Round the toadstools they circle, bright,
Waiting for the moon's bright rays.
They'll dance and flutter throughout the night
While the moon is out to play.
Their music is the wind's soft song,
Hark how the gentle breeze doth blow!
Their tiny feet will not step wrong,
They know their place, where they belong;
Watch fireflies putting on their show
While fairies spin on bare tiptoes.
The Weeping Willow weaves in dance;
Elegon FairytaleThe water was lonely. It ran from river to river, ocean to ocean, alone. Many of the creatures that lived in the water paid it no mind, continuing on with their own life, unaware of the water's. The water decided one day to make itself some companions, someone to flow and keep company with. The water watched many humans at its rivers and oceans and created, what the water called, Ulas based off of the females. Some were made of water while others were made of scales and flesh. The Ulas made the rain and took care of the sea and river life during the day, while they played all night.Elegon Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, the air passed by the river and saw the Ulas playing and dancing along the water. The air suddenly felt lonely, just as the water had. It blew through the lands all alone and decided that it could use companions as well. The wind called them Auras. The air, like the water, designed them as female humans made of air and flowing dresses. The Auras traveled with the wind and their domain was the sky
Once Upon A Fairy Tale There once was a family that lived in a small cottage near a river. The couple had a girl and a younger boy. However, in time the father argued with the mother many times until eventually the mother decided enough was enough and kicked the father out.Once Upon A Fairy Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The father packed a lunch of bread and cheese and went on his not-so-merry way. He walked along a small woodland path that ran alongside the river. After a certain amount of time the path began to fade away into a dark and eerie wood. The father debated with himself whether to continue or turn back and pick a safer route. Before too long he heard small gentle whispers upon a breeze that passed his ear.
"Turn back Edward," they whispered "turn back and choose a safer path"
"A safer path would certainly be the wiser choice," the father agreed "however this unknown path would save time"
"Turn back, Edward," they advised "before the evil Goat Queen finds you. If she finds you she will ma
Lahr's childrenBased on the legends of the Dark Crystal,Lahr's children2 years ago in Settings More Like This
written by Susan Ramos.is a relation.
When Lahr and neffy and people found a new home,a place far, most remote to ward off the cruel and corrupt Skeksis.the gelflings built a new village,Lahr became the new chief of the village,and married Neffi and they lived happily.
Spent months and Neffi became pregnant and she is expecting her first child.
Spring arrived And is about to birth the baby,all the people were the home of Lahrand Neffi.Neffi suffered from pain but I had to push to remove the child kylia helps lift the baby and exited...was a beautiful girl.
kylie wrapped in a blanket to the little girl and gives it to Lahr to see his new daughter.Lahr cheerful look to the newly born,with skin as white as milk,blonde hair as the greatest of the suns and brown eyes.-Congratulations Lahr-said Belleg-is a beautiful girl-said Lolly-I want to see, I want to see-Said Smeeshun.
was a very happy day for lahr and Neffi and her new daughter,and
Una oportunidad a la vida.Una oportunidad a la vida.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Algunos dicen que venimos al mundo por una razón pero uno nunca sabe cuál es . Hay que encontrarla
No he vivido mucho, sé que no tengo mucha experiencia
Pero en lo que he vivido, he sentido muchas cosas:
Amor, traición, cariño, desesperación, compasión, comprensión, enojo, tristeza, pérdida, temor .
Cualquiera diría que por eso todos pasan . Y hay algunos que han pasado peores momentos que yo
No lo dudo .
La razón de esto no es algo en específico
Algunos dicen que quisieran morir, acabar con el sufrimiento que los atormenta e ir por la salida más rápida y fácil
Algunos otros, quisieran vivir por siempre, pero saben que eso no es posible
Otros se sienten solos en este mundo, a veces yo también lo siento
En ocasiones, no nos fijamos en todo lo que tenemos a nuestro alrededor Como el daño que haríamos cuando nos fuéramos,
i'm not a liar.i was told to stopi'm not a liar.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
just the same;
i'd rather drive off
i. i'm sorryi wish i could havei. i'm sorry2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think i might have
if i wasn't so
and now all we're
left with, is
sadness in the pits
of our stomachs
i didn't mean to
break your heart
but i think i might have,
and in the process
i think i broke mine
FishFishFish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, my lovely fish
It gives me great joy to see you swimming
When I go on holidays I miss you and hope you are well
At night it gives me happiness to feed you and watch you
Every day you swim with your friend Silvie
Sometimes at night I like to listen to the sound of your pump
No other fish of mine has lived so long so that must be a sign that you love me
Even if you die tomorrow I will always remember you
Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
16. Love16. Love5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"...let's grow old together," he said, nuzzling her neck. She laughed and curled her orange-tipped fingers into his palm. "Only if we still have ice cream."
Mama?Mama?Mama?5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was going to be a bad winter. Marquis could feel it in his hands, theyd never quite recovered, and tell by the way the blood was struggling to pump through them as the days got darker and shorter. He wasnt old by a long-shot Thirty next year, still good! but he completely sympathised when the old stable hands began their groaning. Powder white snow turned grey as he sludged through it, soot from his boots leaving a trail behind him as he fought his way to the main hall. All around him horses were being saddled and loaded up and men in uniform milled restlessly, blowing into gloved hands to warm them up, and Marquis refused to look at any of them. They were all in on it. If they werent someone would have mentioned it to him already and hed just known something was up when guards had been avoiding him for the last week. His pack, only half completed, was being dragged behind him a
Gingerbread HouseThey were sitting silently on the counter, awaiting duty; 3/4 teaspoon of baking soda, 3 1/4 cups of flour, and 2 teaspoons of ground ginger.Gingerbread House6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She mixed them delicately, grinning to herself. The kitchen was her kingdom; where she resided and did whatever the hell she wanted. And, most of the time, she just wanted to cook. Her flour powdered hands rubbed quickly over her stark white apron as she hummed a nice little tune. Winter sunlight streamed in from the small window above the sink, but she could barely remember that it was February. The rip-off calendar next to the spice cabinet was five years old.
Her smile curled higher as she whipped with the manual mixer. She never used the electric one. It just took out all of the fun of doing it yourself! Her paint-neglected lips parted in a happy sigh as her left hand secured the bowl; she lifted it up and spun in place. It was like a private little slow dance at her senior prom! Oh, how ni-
"Moooommy," echoed a long, drawn-out whine of a sic
EvieEvieEvie6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Around you the log cabin is cosy. Its one of those picturesque little places in the mountains and, as always happens here in winter, its snowing hard. Youre sitting in front of a roaring fireplace with your back against the sofa (Though isnt it an odd through; a fireplace in a log cabin?). The rug beneath you is thick and your bare toes could grip at it were you inclined to try. A mug sits beside you on the floor, still steaming from the pot. The light is dim, your mates have crashed for the night and get real anal if you leave the lights on while theyre sleeping. Damned if you know why, the fussy bastards. At any rate, youre not tired. Youve brought a book and some writing to do in moments like this, and with little company other then the crackling hearth, now seems the opportune moment to get down some thoughts from earlier.
As your pen hits the paper, t