One Last Rebellious ActI hear your voiceOne Last Rebellious Act1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as it speaks
And you've pulled this bag
Off my head
The other shoe has yet to fall
The air is terse
The mood is worse
And your voice questions me with this
"Don't you know
I love you most of all?
Haven't you heard
I hurt the worst of all?
Don't my words
Fix it all?
Can't you speak
Even when you fall?"
My last retort
And I prepare to be hoarse
From screaming so loudly
The agony hurts
And you seem to
have loved it all first
When you asked me again
With such harmful words
"Won't you speak
To me who loves you most?
Isn't my voice
The thing you cling to most?
Hasn't it been
Where I demand surrender most?
Wouldn't you find
My compassion the sweetest host?"
I grin a grin
Of blood and teeth
Take aim at your shoe
Get ready and shoot
There a thick red
Into the Dark UnknownI'll run into the darkInto the Dark Unknown1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where rivers flow to and
While birds in flight guide from the
And I run into the dark
You almost comprehendLet me speak a foreign tongue to youYou almost comprehend1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of places you have never been
Of people you have never seen
My words are bordering.
You almost comprehend,
But you can't.
Because I speak a foreign tongue
Let me speak an alien art to you
Of feelings you have never felt
Of wounds you have never dealt
My words are distant.
You cannot comprehend,
But you try
Because I speak an Alien art
All Will Finally Be WellTaint me with words of PoisonAll Will Finally Be Well1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That corrode you from Within
That spread with a Touch
And fester from Lust
Bring me to a terrible end
Where they wait to chain me down
I don't want to Fight
I don't want to Bite
So bring me to our End
With hands Clasped
We'll begin a Flight
That descends us into Hell
So all will finally
Sleep drives me insaneSleepSleep drives me insane1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stings my eyelids
And sluuuuurs my words
My eyelids feel
Tightly in my FistI clasp tightly to my necklace of forgotten dreams.Tightly in my Fist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its a large tacky thing
With every color imaginable.
Each charm is a dream
That have faded as time passes
But I still hold on
I tightly clasp onto the necklace of forgotten dreams that is tangled in the beads of despairing means and laying on the road of hopes that won't be while leading into the trees of misplaced feelings that reach to a sky of beams of plight that come from a sun of broken things that live in my heart.
But I still hold on
33 questions, an insightTHREE NAMES YOU GO BY:33 questions, an insight6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD:
2. Veris Marock
3. Atrum Equitus
THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES:
1. Drabk milk
2. Checked my DA messages
3. Washed my hands
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My hair
2. My creativity
3. My eloquence
THREE THINGS YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My weight (I only weigh 112 pounds)
2. My teeth (look really un-straight but healthy)
3. My IBS
THREE PARTS OF YOUR ORIGINS:
2. French descent
3. Native American descent
THREE THINGS YOU'RE AFRAID OF:
1. Losing the people that I love
2. Losing my mind
3. Losing my freedom
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Disturbed band Tee
2. Combat jeans
3. black socks
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
2. Computer (Got to write)
THREE IMPORTANT OBJECTS:
2. XBOX 360
3. Ipod touch
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
2. Three Days Grace
3. Hollywood Undead
THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:
No SwagNo SwagNo Swag9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
“I got swag, you got swag, and that’s why we should be together,”
As romantic as this sentiment is; and believe me it’s dang-near tear-inducin’
It makes me want to cry for all the wrong reasons
Swag won’t feed your kids, stupid
Throw away the “fitteds” and dump this swag business
‘Cause it won’t help you graduate
It won’t keep you on the narrow and straight
And no matter what anyone says, it’s not a good look on anyone, no matter the age
Pictures in the bathroom without a shirt doesn’t make you cool
It doesn’t make the ladies “drool”
It simply makes you look like a fool
I hate seein’ that mess on my news feed; how did you even get on my friends list?
Oh……..right………we’re related and you’re my cousin
Eh, I don’t care; I don’t associate with folks like you, no matter what the last name is
And quit mess
RiseRiseRise4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At least I know I’m alive….
But visions of my demise,
Are becoming far too realistic in my eyes,
Just…….please, don’t involve others if it's a violent (But hopeful) rise.
LatelyLatelyLately6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It’s 11:54 PM and I’m thinkin’ about you and me,
I don’t know why I’m thinking of you; just have been,
I sort of hate that I don’t hate you, honestly
And why I don’t mind your image in my mind every now and again,
Perhaps it’s to fill the vacancy in my mind,
Almost as if it likes to constantly wonder about the “what ifs” and “maybes”
So when I’m finally at peace, it gives me something else to over-analyze,
‘Cause now I can’t help but think what could have been, had you maintained honesty;
And I guess, I kinda do miss you at times,
Although when thoughts like these hit me,
I realize it probably wasn’t you, but the emotions I felt during that point in my life,
I really don’t know what to feel when you enter my thought process,
It’s almost bittersweet when I consider the things we shared,
But once that thought enters my mind it counters with, “If sh
SensesSensesSenses4 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Our senses never fail us, only our judgment.
It's More Than ThatIt’s More Than ThatIt's More Than That7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Writing is more than pulling words out of the sky,
And putting them together ‘cause they sound pretty,
It’s more than something to do than to just “pass the time,”
The art of writing is meant to be done purposely,
Not blindly; only trying to unite words that sound beauteous,
It is another means of expression, a form of communication,
A way I can communicate about things that are otherwise difficult to discuss,
It is an externalization of internalized emotions;
Think of writing as a woman,
Where it’s not only about the outside,
But more importantly, the inward,
It’s not only about her smile, but her mind,
So when I write; think of it as such,
Because I write, not to have my words sound attractive,
But to express the ugly truth the inhabits every one of us,
And that’s how it will always be with me, and I’ll never sugarcoat it
TimeTimeTime5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time is a mental conception; a suffocating mechanism,
Where we are bound and confined to man-made dates and deadlines,
When in reality, the only ‘time’ we should concentrate on and address,
Are the moments before we cross death's line.......
Todo coracao partido se faz poetaTodo coracao partido se faz poeta2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cada sacrifício feito, não foi suficiente.
Cada lágrima derramada, não foi suficiente.
Cada sorriso escondido, não foi suficiente.
Cada mágoa engolida, não foi suficiente.
Cada sonho ignorado, não foi suficiente.
Eu não fui suficiente.
Cada briga sem motivo, não foi suficiente.
Cada palavra mal dita, não foi suficiente.
Cada abandono, maltrato e descaso... não foi suficiente.
Você não me machucou o suficiente.
E se um dia foi, hoje já não é mais.
LivingLivingLiving7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say I am
When I wake, my eyes flash
Like fireflies in the night-time sky
In their mind I'm a child
Yet, like a lion
Steam Powered Giraffe fanfic Teardrop Part IITeardrop Part IISteam Powered Giraffe fanfic Teardrop Part II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Characters inspired in The Rabbit and The Spine from Steam Powered Giraffe. SteamDoll created by me
Corridor. White lights. Metal. Three tall figures walking, she flanked by them two. They go in rhythmic step, fully synchronized. The goggles in his hat reflect intense flash lighting, almost shocking, complemented with the blue and green eyes. She looks forward with determined expression, holding the anxiety and some strange fear
*To the final check. Motor functions are optimal, only for the small matter of the neck. It won't be so complicated, right? Her head is not yet checked... inside her... *
The silver and slender body moves swiftly and elegant. His hands side by side in perfect rhythm of his steps, long, sure, light as air. Part of his face is hidden by the hat brim, but one can guess the serious expression, impenetrable. At intervals, he notes her legs, the way she walks, each step
*They're perfect. His gait is smooth, accurate, natural. No need of further adjus
Steam Powered Giraffe fanfic TeardropTeardropSteam Powered Giraffe fanfic Teardrop1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Characters inspired in The Rabbit and The Spine from Steam Powered Giraffe. SteamDoll created by me.
(Scene. Imagine this with the song "Teardrop", by Massive Attack)
Clouds. Uncertain light. Day. Trees, plants, flower petals floating in the air, thin and white like dragonfly wings. A male figure, sitting on the concrete surface, facing the sea horizon. His angled and clear silhouette outlined against the light, stony hands resting side to side, his long legs dangling into the void. Waiting. Looks to the left and sees the woman, barefoot, dressed only in a slight black dress, with a radiant face, glowing eyes, peace in the smile. Not looking at him, takes a seat by his side. The music rises, petals float at its own will, the wind stirs their hair. His, jet black, hers, deep red. Waiting. The air acquires certain electricity when he appears, tall, as thin as his brother, graceful and light as a reed. Barefoot like her, sits and looks at them with a slight tilted smile, eyes in
Rabbit Chapter 5Chapter 5Rabbit Chapter 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spine realized something was wrong the moment he awoke from stasis. His photo receptors clicked on casting a greenish hue on the red walls of the Hall of Wires. "Rabbit…" he mumbled under his breath, systems still coming online after stasis.
He could see his metallic body across the room. He sent a telepathic signal to his body, willing it to walk towards him, but it only twitched. As his systems began to catch up with him, the signals grew stronger, allowing his body to begin taking steady steps forward. When his body reached him, he felt his snake like form slide into the familiar hollow of his robotic body. He automatically straightened his tie, before reaching for his ever present fedora, sitting next to his stasis chamber.
He walked out of the Hall of Wires and headed straight towards Rabbit's room. Hatchworth and Peter were already there, Peter looked up when The Spine entered. "I didn't think you'd be out of stasis for a few more hours." The Spine glared at him, an
Rabbit Chapter 6Chapter 6Rabbit Chapter 61 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The robots sat quietly for a moment as Peter left the room. None of the robots knew quite what to say. The Spine slid his hand over Rabbit's carefully and Hatchworth added his hand to the pile. The brothers felt connected to each other in that moment of perfect silence through such a small gesture.
Michael walked into the room quietly and set about his work quietly. After an hour the humans of the manor began to join them once again. Tension hung thick in the air, filling the room and suffocating all who entered with fear and sorrow.
As time ran short The Spine grew desperate for his brother, he turned to Michael Reed pleading, "Is there anything you can do to help him? Anything at all?" Michael sighed, he had been hoping it wouldn't come to this. "There is one thing I can do, but it's dangerous, even attempting to do it could kill him….." The Spine didn't know what to say to Michael. "D-do it…." Rabbit croaked out amongst a sea of static. The Spine looked at his brother in s
Rabbit Chapter 7The Spine reluctantly released Rabbit's hand. The copper bot seemed as lively as usual, as though nothing had happened, as if he hadn't died only minutes before.Rabbit Chapter 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Glad to see you're feeling better, Rabbit." Peter said, leaning on his walking stick as he stood in the doorway.
Rabbit smiled at Peter and shifted in his place. He swung his long wiry legs over the edge of the bed, aiming to take his first steps since his breakdown. Hatchworth and The Spine flocked to his side, prepared to catch him if he fell, there was no telling what might have been shaken loose in his abrupt restart. With feet planted firmly on the ground, he lifted himself off the bed carefully, and took his first step towards Peter. When his legs didn't give way underneath him, he sprung towards him in leaps and bounds. Rabbit almost knocked him over as he wrapped his arm around him. "Thank you..." Rabbit whispered. He knew he still had Michael Reed to thank, but that was a thank you he wanted to give in private. He re
Rabbit Chapter 8The Spine laid down in his stasis chamber. As he closed his eyes an image flickered by. The nightmares always started the same way, an image here, a gun shot there, and the whir of his Tesla coil discharger powering up.Rabbit Chapter 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Next Paragraph is rated PG-13 due to violence
He was in the trenches in World War I once again. Rabbit was crouched to his left, copper face shiny and free of oxidation. A soldier was a few yards to his right, holding a gun with white knuckles, obviously terrifies. The boy was only a private first class, he couldn't have been more than 20 years old. The Spine pitied him for a moment before regaining focus. An explosion sent dirt and rubble flying high above their heads. Rabbit peeked over the top of the trench before Gatling gun roaring, he knocked down a line of enemy soldiers. A grenade came flying into the trench, The Spine dove right in an attempt to save the young soldier's life. The grenade blew up throwing Rabbit and The spine back against the trench walls ha
Rabbit Chapter 10The Spine smiled as he stepped off of the bus he was outside a local bar. He never drank alcohol, but he liked the relaxed atmosphere and the company. The Spine sat down at one of the bar stools, hunching his shoulders to mask his height, he ordered a glass of water. He casually listened to the conversations around him, he picked up on one in particular that seemed to be interesting. A pretty young woman and a dark haired man were discussing music.Rabbit Chapter 101 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He pretended to be oblivious to their conversation, but couldn't help but notice when the woman got up and walked towards him. She gently tapped on his shoulder, "Excuse me, I'm sorry but would mind helping us settle a disagreement?" She said pointing to the dark haired man.
The Spine turned around to face her, happy to oblige, but was taken a back by just how beautiful she was in the light. She was tall compared to most girls, and even some guys at 6' 3" Her long blond hair swept down her back to just above her hips, and she held her self w
A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Bart: I'm okay!
Homer: No! I'm not ok! *Homer sobbed*
Lisa: What is it, Dad!?!
Homer: I'll never get the lifetime supply of bottled water!!!!
Lisa: Ok, at least we're all ok
Homer: I didn't hear the address I was supposed to send my details to! Why is life so cruel! *Homer wailed loudly*
Bart: We're never gonna get the stupid tree!
Seymour: Good Lord! Is everyone ok?! *Seymour leaped out of his car to aid the Simpsons* (Seymour had been driving past when Homer crashed. Seymour had been out doing errands for Agnes)
Bart: Could it get any worse?
Lisa: Yes, Principal Skinner. Everyone is fine.
Seymour: Let me at least give you a ride home.
Lisa: We weren't going home, we were going to get a Christmas tree. I guess we'll have to walk there now.
Homer: Walk!?! *Homer and Bart groaned*
Seymour: I'm on my way to buy a Christmas tree for Mother. Want to come along?
Lisa: Thank you for the kind offer but we coul-