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
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
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,
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
AnniversaryAnniversaryAnniversary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their meetings were always hurried, full of touches that were just a little too hard and kisses that involved too much tooth. Neither complained, there was no time for them to argue now. No time for prolonged, wordless struggles as to who was on top, no time to tease. It just happened.
It was only in the afterglow, the bittersweet sweat and laboured breaths, that they talked. Quiet murmurs accompanied by lips on skin, a squeeze of the hand on a hip.
"I haven't got long." Jaye would say, his once perfectly straightened and styled blond hair now a mess, stuck to the pillow with sweat.
His partner knew, and would only nod, close his one working eye, and press his lips somewhere else on Jaye's chest. "Did you get it on disc?"
The blond always did he knew how it worked and sat up to pull it from his jacket. He could feel the other man tightening the arm around his waist, as if re
SolsticeSolsticeSolstice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medici castle was on a scale that was rarely built on these days. Three hours ride out of Argonia at a gallop, it sat atop a cliff set just in from the sea, proudly overlooking the de'Medici's traditional holdings to Argonia's west. The land had been in the family for generations, and their line could be traced back even further than that. They were a force in politics, a well-worn family name that would come to Argonia's aid when asked and their constant grip on land so close to the city proved that.
However, it hardly made the place more welcoming in the winter. While heavy tapestries were hung up over the windows and fires were stoked at all hours of the day, there was a distinct chill to the air that crept through the walls itself. Torches lined the corridors, their shadows spooking the servant's children as their shirked their duties. The entire affair, outside of the noble's wing, felt much like a
Hot Hotter Hot Hottest IntroMy balls were sticking to my inner thigh like a baby seal clinging to an Antarctic shore. Unfortunately, the camera was pointed right at me, so I couldn't do the leg-shake maneuver to get them loose. I saw the set of Hello, Good Morning! with Buster through two pea-sized holes drilled into my velvet helmet. Crayola had puked on the walls, the floor, the blocks, the rug, and even Buster. That was me, the rainbow-colored dog that came up on TV from dawn til noon. Outside of Busters Play Pen was the black, soulless collection of cameras and producers and directors sitting in fold-up chairs who occasionally yelled me through a microphone like I wasnt right in front of them. The sweat permeated in the depths of my fur suit because the air was recycled every time I exhaled. I re-realized how much I hated doing kid shows. Being on a childrens program was just like being in a porno; as soon you were recorded, no one could take your acting seriousHot Hotter Hot Hottest Intro4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Midnight SnacksI hope that my leaving is just a minor hurtMidnight Snacks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet knowing that worse leads to worse
And how fretting multiplies, but starts inert
I will remind you of what we have with verse
Our love is like an ice box that sits bold
In the corner of a kitchen, dormant and hushed
A warm lifeline feeding and keeping the insides cold
Even as it works at its own pace, never rushed
The best goodbye would be in the boxs back
Taken only when loneliness paints the dark skies
Then, it would be drawn from the very last rack
Like a pint of rocky road in Comfort Me size
So I say, with love entwined in lines and feet
Despite the curving paths that fate has drawn
Despite the yards and miles, we are complete.
Remember me whenever the little bulb turns on.
SelfishSelfishSelfish5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a hurried, messy meeting. Over a month had passed and while neither of them particularly liked the risk involved, what was meant to be a quick report had rapidly turned into a fully blown make out session. Mattie, tall, dark and still clad in his three-day-worn military colours had made short work of shoving all of Marquis neatly stacked paperwork onto the floor, pressing the smaller man down onto the varnished wood instead. Marquis would have protested were he not so occupied by the tongue down his throat and Matties heavy hands tugging at his hair. Hed worked hard to catch up his kings deskwork while banned from military campaigns and now hed have to sort it all again but it was so hard to be angry when the other man acted like this, like hed honestly missed him and for just now wanted to focus on the here, now and not what kept them apart. Mattie wasnt the talking t
Four over Five - KiribanFour over FiveFour over Five - Kiriban5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whoevers idea it was to host a bar in the beached hull of a long-forgotten mariner should be labelled a genius. The black sea sloshed sleepily outside, blanketed by a sky loose-knit enough for the stars to peek through. Im romanticising it all; grungy high-rises pushed the beach back day by day, sand was doped up on forgotten syringes and Heaven lay like some beached whale against the moon.
Heaven. Stupid name for a bar, really. Id lost track of how many drunkards had shambled in hollering for entertainment, having mistaken the buzzing neon sign outside to be advertising a brothel. I felt the name a last resort, so out of place. The décor protested it. Countless shelves and crannies inside the bull boasted a maritime theme that was difficult to ignore. A brass teapot sat proudly in the porthole beside me, one of four Id counted through my visits, and bearded maps peeled free of th
Re: sound of raintiptap on tin roofsRe: sound of rain5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as the world cries a message
that we fail to hear
To be a Guitar+istLike from afar, the guitar mumblesTo be a Guitar+ist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The buzzing crowd then heaves and fumbles
The leering ceiling shudders--
My sight blurs with sweat as I make the strings purr
Love is such a lazy note
Nevermind if alluring fingers always find--
They strut and dumbly dote along
The wanton path paved down my spine
The melody's beat swirls 'round my fingertips
The mellow bass suddenly invades my veins and I'm speechless
Metal cords smile into my skin-- make my back stiff
She smiles and sways while she's falling off her feet
Love goads me to play
Crackling lightning inside of me is all I can take--
The old hollow in me is missing today
My filtered voice wails my tale
The show is over and my feet guide one another offstage
My head twirls and my eyes are stained green
The light shines and snickers--
And then I'm just a fading breath on the microphone
My legacy may die in the air