A letter to CakeDear Cake,A letter to Cake5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I miss you Cake. It was only a few days ago I saw you at your most delicious. I was tempted- but I held back-in fear you'd notice the ice cream I had earlier that day. It was a mistake, I should have taken you then, but now it's too late. I was happy today Cake. Thinking I'd come home and have you will a tall glass of Milk, you and Milk got along so well. You sat as you usually did, on the table, beaming with chocolaty deliciousness, but as I came closer I realized some thing was wrong.
Cake .. you'd come down with a terrible infection, and you were ultimately pronounced dead. Why didn't I notice sooner? Had it been there all along with out my notice? I cried. I had to call my mother and tell her I was taking you away-to where all infected cakes go. I somberly had to drink Milk with out you. Though Milk lifted my spirits it was never as great as it was with you. I should have finished you sooner Cake then none of this would have happened. I hope for your safe trip into
PersephoneI'm staring at a baroque behemoth overlooking the sea.Persephone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's jaundiced skin reflects the gentle albino rays of the moon above
This lurching, lumbering leper.
It entrances me.
Her glasses form a crooked grin
Smashed and kicked by cruel, taunting winds.
The fading facade is a fragile shell of rotting beams and planks.
She's wearing her charcoal black dress
Ashes like dandruff shower from her scarred scalp like snow
Upon her Garden of Eden.
The enticing surrounding grounds that encircle her frame.
Trees radiating artificial beautiful darkness,
Panchromatic pansies staring, smiling.
Turf with such a miraculous lustre
I am smothered in their odor.
A symphony of colors
Blending, fusing, dancing, entrancing.
Even now I sense a sentience.
A silent, subliminal soul.
She seeks character
And enacts her celestial control.
I feel her drawing me in
Screaming whispers within, crawling beneath my skin.
I am beckoned by she, my dearest Persephone.
She is my melancholy mansion
My very own house of Usher.
Loneliness.I want you to touch me-Loneliness.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just love me.
Just stop these tears for a while.
You just gotta lie a little more-
Just gotta say I'm your darling girl.
Only need to whisper you love me,
You don't have to mean it-
Just need to say it.
I love you more than anything-
I cry for you more than nothing.
I whisper things all the time-
Wondering if you ever loved me.
Or if you just were using me.
I really miss you-
Thinking of that conversation,
You asked if I'd ever heard love before.
Then you were sad when I said no.
Do you really love me?
Or do you just love the thought of fucking a lonely virgin?
Am I really that easy?
Do you think I feel nothing?
I wish I was a robot-
One that didn't feel anything...
One that never fell in-love.
Never thought about the stars,
I wish I was something...
Something more than nothing-
Then maybe I wouldn't be drunk and lonely.
I miss youI miss you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight she's cutting her hair, a little
I'm not there still I can tell
As I close my eyes, I hear
As I open arms, I feel
That black cloud screaming again
This fall sound making me insane
There's no sun to stop them, rain
Ispirare LimerickIspirareIspirare Limerick4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sinnocently of Chicago
This groups mighty creator
From the windy city
No group is greater
Relinquishing the rights
She has to digress
After work at nights
She has to de-stress
Wants to cut her hair
And someday be a mother
Waiting for a proposal
From her significant other
PomPrint's in Scotland
Mending his plaid kilts
They're all torn and tattered
From wearing his stilts
Don't know what's under there
But when nature calls
You better be careful
Of your dangling belt
Sometimes he's ired
He likes little dogs
But they get so darned tired
From retrieving his logs
Walk past his window
Look through his door
and you will probably catch him
Playing Wild Boar
Dallas is the home
Of our boy ShippD
Not quite a gnome
But still pretty shifty
He knows what he wants
He knows what he likes
Instead of dating the girls
He's home playing with trikes
On his computer - 3D
He' trying to render
A new gas tank
Or a new front fender
PseudoSiren the artist
The female unknown
Who follows the
Depression (in Eight Parts)I.Depression (in Eight Parts)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't learn new tricks?"
I asked, playing my part.
"No," he replied,
I walked away,
my Trials and Tribulations
defeated behind me.
but even he took a moment
and whistled low.
"I don't think much of you, but
those were some big guys."
I answered honestly:
"What were they,
compared to you?"
I looked Depression in the eye
staring without pardon or
An Unexpected Adventure - CommissionImagine the moon. Imagine her soft, pale light reaching down from the heavens, chasing away the darkness of the night, and outdoing even the stars in terms of beauty and brilliance. The cloudless sky greets the traveller with thousands of small, blinking specs of light. The air is warm, with a slight summer breeze. There's no need for a fire, nor does the traveller wish to make one. Its light would cover some of the night sky's beauty, and he doesn't wish to spoil his view.An Unexpected Adventure - Commission2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the traveller lifts his camera to snap another picture of the moon, his attention is drawn by a sudden rustling in a bush nearby. Not in the least concerned about the possibility of it being a snake, coyote, or bear, the man calmly gets up from the patch of soft grass and dirt he's been lying on, and walks towards the bush. He doesn't make a sound. As he carefully pushes some branches aside, a pair of large eyes appears. In the light of the moon, the traveller can see that they are brown. The small creature the e
when we were youngwhen we were young3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
some sweet smiling children stare up at me in black and white, and i begin to wonder just where they are now. perhaps they are still in that structure, growing old and tired and blue. maybe they are wondering just what happened to love.
i lived on a farm once. the colors were warm and so was the air; uncomfortably so. the oxygen i survived on was so thick it left a curtain over my tongue and dulled my senses to the pleasant and grotesque.
all anyone cares about in georgia are tomatoes and pecans.
i used to care too.
i still remember the tomatoes splitting and falling; seeds and pulp staining the sidewalk and soil, and feeding future children.
i still remember cracking pecans from their shells and finding ones that were empty. i always thought of them as miscarriages.
i remember how the hay got stuck in your hair, and you still looked beautiful; even more so than when you were done up for everyone. i preferred the special version of you that only i got to see.
most of all, i r
Blood And TearsThere he was again on a cornerBlood And Tears4 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
His face pale white, his eyes so soulful
For all they know, he's just a loner
But let me tell you, he's quite a handful
He rarely talked, he never smiled
With a poker face, he never cried
But then one day, this girl came by
and talked to him with a very sweet smile
She knocked on his door which was forever locked
He hesitated, but slowly opened up
Soon enough he realized that
his barrier collapsed and she now means so much
But then came the advent of November
In a dark room, he was sitting on a corner
He held a knife, beside him was his father
In a pool of blood, they did linger
Then, she entered and sat beside him
She held his hand, but he just stared blankly
With lifeless eyes and blood on his face dripping
she hugged him tight and his tears started falling
6. Obsession6. Obsession6. Obsession4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone who knows me thinks I'm obsessed. Obsessed with writing. I never leave the house without a pen and a small notebook and whenever people see those in my purse, they roll their eyes. They can't understand what writing means to me.
It's my personal therapy. My most hated friend and my most favourite enemy at the same time. I can scream, cry, laugh,... It actualy doesn't matter in what kind of mood I am, writing always comforts me. Whenever someone hurts me, breaks my heart and crushes the pieces to dust, writing helps me to puzzle my heart together again. When I'm happy, writing gives me the chance of sharing my happiness with everyone who's interested.
So yeah, maybe it looks like an obsession to the rest of the world. But to me it's my most treasured hobby, my passion. It feels like I was born to write and nobody is going to stop me from creating magic with nothing else then words...
So On We GoLife is not always as it seemsSo On We Go6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Filled with pain and broken dreams
So much to lose and nothing to gain
We open our hearts and go insane
Our thoughts so tortured and twisted in hope
Another lost soul with needs to cope
Within all this angst I know for sure
That life will go on for us evermore
Mayhaps not for me but surely for you
Be to yourself so ultimately true
So be raised with your strength to overcome
All that is cast through life, and maybe some
To see a clear day with warmth and love
and carry our dreams on the wings of a dove
Open your eyes to all that is good
And life will be seen as it surely should
Cast out your shadows into the sun
The sands of time will continually run
Believe there is good and so much more
to pass on in life as our gift of folklore
Larry Stylinson: Underwater KissLarry Stylinson: Underwater Kiss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky, birds chirping happily beneath the fresh green leaves that hung from the smooth branches of the tall trees, a soft breeze drifting through the air as five boys emerged from the luscious house that stood proudly in the open space.
Two boys raced towards the large and curved pool, the bouncing curls upon one of their heads whipping around their smiling face as they cried with joy, the other brunette chasing them around the edges of the pool, grinning as he picked up speed.
"Harry, Louis, you shouldn't run around a pool, you'll trip!" another brunette shouted as he watched the eldest of the five grab his curly haired friend, making him yelp before they both fell into the pool, water splashing over the edges as he sighed, shaking his head.
"They never listen Liam, not when they're having fun," another said, his hair gelled up into place as he patted his friend's shoulder and smiled, picking a sun lounger and setting up his things before laying
Warriors FS, Epilogue 3EPILOGUE 3Warriors FS, Epilogue 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Whitestar was sitting up on the boulder of Vitality gazing up at the full moon, his sits were troubled as a red star was shining by the moons, "how are you feeling" A mew made him jumped as he turns his head back and saw Bondleaf tolling up the boulder beside him. Her eye were shallow and damped in dried tears.
"Bondleaf I have been asking you to show up in days, you look like you haven't slept in moons" He asked ash she jumps from the subject, "what has happened, I know about the screams you have been giving in your den" she stared down on the ground looking weak, "and you haven't eaten have you" he mewed coldly.
"I...I.. Im sorry Whitestar... I had a vision...alot of visions actually" she gazes around looking terrified, "I tried my best to hide it but it wont stop....I...I think im actually the one sick!"
Whitestar kept his cool and stared at her pity, he closes his eyes and opens them again, "these visions" he called, "tell me what is in them" she stared at him
let's gosusurrous, the whispers you formlet's go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you become citrus and star
those lightyear sheep, fishing for
words that bob and slip
before they sink
we are, we are
you remind me
that we are, we are;
hawkish and sun-scorched,
diced and divided, pilgrims scurrying through
cement-swollen grocery stores with salmon-bone
shelves plying meat, boxed fruit and rectangle
cheeses and lines built to breathe all the same
but we are, we
are free, you
of cinder-sky puddles and deserts
where the very stones are pilgrims,
the hand raised to fend off lemon light
and so makes a web -
the rope burn in your eyes
does shine so -
so tomorrow, no,
Trying to be Smartby: R.M.Trying to be Smart10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Admonish me for I have been bad.
I have tried to put up a bastion in my heart
to protect me from you, but I failed.
My heart is no longer callous; now it's soft.
I plead for clemency. Be lenient so that I may
recover. From what i can prove, there is nothing
to influence me to debunk you. You diffused
your beauty within me and my "fortress" did not
stand. I feel like I was duped, feel so stupid.
Exorcise the feelings of love for you, failure, and
suicide out of my heart and soul. I have no source
of mirth I can find that lasts long enough. Friends
cannot mollify me permanently. I am very solicitous
about my situation. I used to be stoic; that was
great, kind of. I am untenable. I'm unprotected.
Marilyn Manson...Marilyn Manson...10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What thought comes to mind when you hear the name, Marilyn Manson? Do you imagine a musician, or do you imagine a musician that is known as a bad influence? A weirdo? Maybe even a freak?
Well hopefully by the end of this lecture I can change that automatic reaction to this name.
I will back up, one by one, as many reasons as I can possibly think of, as to why Marilyn Manson is seen as an outsider or sadistic individual.
For those of you who may not be familiar with Brian Warner aka Marilyn Manson, He is the lead singer of the band Marilyn Manson. I will give you a short description of him.
A prejudice person's perceptive would be something like: He looks like a 'Goth'. He wears black clothes and wears pale make-up.
An open-minded, unbiased perceptive would be that: Marilyn Manson dresses unrestrictedly. He goes to the extreme. He wears black clothes; he has long black hair and does wear a lot of make up.
I recognize that maybe he is classed as an outsider
(Literally Naked) Truth."Mayor Johnson, is there any rational explanation as to why you're naked?"(Literally Naked) Truth.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He gave me a look as if he were suggesting I was the middle aged man without clothes in the room.
"Sir, I received a call not more than an hour ago from your secretary. She was rather distressed"
"Oh! Elizabeth? What ever for, chief inspector?"
Then came the silence, and it smiled at me incredulously, daring me to test a sound from my throat. My mouth jumped hurdles of air; I must have been standing there for a minute with my jaw swinging and words dying, the corpses sliding off my lips. I probably looked like an aroused goldfish.
"Mr..." I was trying very hard to forget he was a 'mr' at this moment.
"...Boris, your receptionist was rather concerned when she came into your office to see you, and saw a lot more of you than she was hoping to..."
It was a newly modernised office besides the wall-long colonial era bookshelves; furniture that challenges the definition of 'chair' and 'desk', some confusing artworks hu
the Bleeding WillLast night I dreamt that I held you while you criedthe Bleeding Will4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was no reason
Just the closeness being justified
Two hearts as cold as this icy season
Two cold hearts that soar with the stars
Feel with the depth of the sea
And reach just as far
Two cold hearts that can be still and just be
I'm sorry I can't be more
I don't know who I am
I've tried to tell you this before
Before we both made our plans
Life happens, now I'm bleeding for you
This is what I wanted
To bleed for us two
May I become less haunted
May my dreams be few
May my heart deny
May my soul remember you
May my wings still fly
amongst the stars
By the dreams of two cold hearts
Thy LadyThy fairest lady had a dream.Thy Lady4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dreamed to cress thy lords name with tender lips.
Whispering words of the heart.
Ever so content shed be,
If only she could speakith thy lords name.
In gentle words.
Thy fairest lady had only to say one word.
Perching from the tower thy lady whispered to the howling wind.
Blissful shed be if only she could speak.
Perching on the windowsill thy lady watched her oblivious lord.
Seasons roll by, and thy lady has not removed her watchful eyes.
Oblivious he stayed.
Thy lady had only to speakith one word.
To cress his name with soft lips.
Never did thy lady stray.
Forever oblivious he stayed.
Thy lady had a dream.
To only cress his name.
MommyMommy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zero sighed as he heard X scream at the top of her lungs. X had taken the job of taking care of any new rookie Maverick Hunters before they were sent for military training. It wouldn't be much of a problem but unfortunately for X, and anyone around her, a good portion of the Reploids sent to the Maverick Hunter Headquarters were either really young or very stupid, the latter of which was very common.
Zero looked at X in amusement as she scolded two young Reploids that were 'practicing' their combat skills and nearly shot Spider's head off.
" and I've told you this many times before! Do you want me to get Commander Signas just so you can behave?" X huffed.
"No, Miss X " The two Reploids looked at their feet, obviously embarrassed at getting yelled at. X gave a defeated sigh. She rubbed the temples of her head.
"Just go to your rooms and think about how stupid that little 'pre-training' was. And I want you to apologize to Spider when you see him. Honestly, it's a miracle that
HungryI’m hungry. No, I’m not hungry.Hungry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want a cigarette. No, I just had one.
I want… no, I need something…
What is it that I need, what would
Make things right again?
I wish I knew.
Como se escreve alma?Como se escreve alma?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Como se escreve alma? Com dor e sofrimento? Com amor e carinho? Com amarguras e solidão? Com companheirismo e amizades? Diz-me por favor, porque eu tenho a minha alma por escrever e não sei por onde começar Há muito que anda vazia dentro de mim, não há emoções, sentimentos. Não há memorias, recordações. Só há um imenso vácuo escuro e profundo que me perturba. Porque assim? Porquê a mim? Porque? Devo ser especial