Titania's Promise(a response to Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream)Titania's Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Malicious sprite, darkly dancing,
shadow cast under a quicksilver moon.
Oh yes, these shadows have offended.
Spiky foxgloves stand and hiss.
Whispering falsehood and deceit
from full, rainbow-spotted throats.
Beware, beware. Capricious Robin
plays with truth, and breaks his toys.
He knows his herbs and potions
houndstongue and hellebore,
wolfsbane and rosemary,
the bitter bite of wormwood
He serves his lord and master well.
He made me a fool before my court,
My ladies laughed behind their hands.
He bathed my eyes in purple poison
made me love unwillingly
and waste my favors on a hairy beast.
My eyes were cleansed,
I see truly now.
I can wait, I shall bide my time.
I can counterfeit a proper wife.
In their arrogance they believe,
that I, like some green willow,
would bend my will so easily.
Playful Puck, Oberon's steward,
though it take me centuries,
I will be avenged.
Heading HomeBitter-boned, I break and crumble to dustHeading Home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My pockets full of keys to places that no longer exist
An oystershell ashtray full of butts and ashes beside me
Testify to dreams of green hedges and white picket fences
A tapping on the door, a rapping on the wall
Ghosts always like this hour just before dawn
A bird screeches and I wake again to the stinging day
And shufflestep towards home from a thousand worlds away
EatEat the morning, those blue-grey monsters in the skyEat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shaky leaves tremble at the thought of You, out there
Eating away at the perimeters, sucking in the daylight
Eyeing people in windows, wondering how they might taste
The texture of brick, and concrete, and asphalt, and metal
But mostly that mellow wide-open sky where the monsters cower
Cotton-candy fluff won't satisfy such a voracious appetite
But the world looks better without a sky, and now you can move on
The stars are invisible against a blank sky, go inside and drink beer
Until you begin throwing furniture through windows and
Howling your loss like an idiot banshee too late for warning
And wonder why you'd do such a thing as to eat the sky
Soft ParadeDown the darkened four AM streetsSoft Parade3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Morrison leads the Soft Parade
I've had enough beer for it to be all wavy
like watching a movie underwater
Bridges burn behind them
hearses falling off into the river
The string of bad luck and trouble is almost over
gone quietly in the early morning hours
Not with a bang or a whimper
only an extended sigh and the shake of a rattlesnake's tail
I watch as always from my window
feeling the dawn aching to come
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
Operation Ado IVIV. Flame-RetardantOperation Ado IV8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
0200 Hours, June 23, 3043 (military calendar) // Moodrig System, somewhere inside the pirate facility on Ado //
Do you have communication with the surface? the youngest of the three pirates asked the man with the radio in a slight panic. He wore the standard pirates black uniform with his armored vest hastily thrown on and not even fully strapped. The radio operator sat behind the cover of a metal crate, holding the radio to his ears, but then threw it aside angrily.
I aint got nuttin on the talker, he spat. Whole damn things out.
Maybe we should run? the young soldier suggested, his continuous shifting of weight to either leg showed his worry in coop with the sweat on his brow. I think we can find a place to hide. Maybe we can surrender?
We dont surrender!
End of SummerLights everywhere, twinkling, blinking, some a steady droneEnd of Summer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can hear the faint crackles of electricity that light them
Cartoon music plays, bright and bizarre,
I smell smoke
Something volatile in the mix, some crossed wires, electrical fire
Mannequin girls wave from the storefronts, chirping happily
Citizens open doors to look out into the street
A parade of sorts
On old TVs
My fedora is blown from my head with a gust from a tuba
Black balloon clowns and barbers holding barber poles march
Black planes glide through a low-slung sky, shouting in the streets
Asters bloom madly
Little RatLittle rat, scurrying across the ground.Little Rat7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wonder what objects you have found.
Little rat, sniffing along the street.
Its only a matter of time before we meet
Little rat, running with your little clawed toes.
Whats in the air that you have found with your nose?
Little rat, with your long tan tail.
What have you left behind on your trail?
Little rat, theres a shadow in the air.
To run across the street, would you dare?
Little rat, hiding in its hole.
Youd better not scurry past the pole
For you, little rat, are just a snack.
Cause I am the dragon, head of the pack.
CharlieCharlie couldn't dance anymore. His legs went bad, arthritis in the knees. It was a real tragedy, because Charlie always enjoyed the attention his dancing brought. It was the one thing that he could do well, and now it was gone. He'd never been much of a singer, and it was rather pitiful to hear him trying now, trying anything to grab the spotlight just a little longer. Charlie could feel death, and it wasn't far away. He couldn't speak about it to anyone but me, because it wasn't something you went around telling people. But he knew it was near, he told me. I was his confidant. Why? I don't know. He just took a liking to me for some reason. I was as young as you are when I first met him, when I was sneaking into bars and badgering people for drinks. Charlie always bought me one.Charlie3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Charlie hobbled off the stage with his cane to a smattering of applause, mostly sympathetic. I guess some were drunk enough to think they'd just heard Sinatra. Mostly sympathetic, though. We sat at a table and
Things That HowlThings that howl through my mind late at night, while I sit in a haze of cigarette smoke.Things That Howl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Things that pop. Barbed wire rosaries. Teeth. Dried flowers. Things that squish.
Clouds passing in front of the moon. Locks of hair. Decomposed frogs. Old books. Razors.
Broken televisions. Things that come back. Midnight phone calls. Whispers. Gibberish.
Things that remain. Spoiled food. Mold. Flies. Disease. Terminals. Dogs with sores. Things that cry.
Things that crack. Things that drip. Drillbits. Ventriloquist dummies. Stars. Shoes.
Things that howl.
HeartbreakIt hurts.Heartbreak4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can you tell?
You feel that?
A soft happiness coming from the depths of your heart.
Suddenly, a bullet hits.
Shattering glass hearts.
Everything bleeds away.
Now you have nothing.
No life. No hope.
You are alone.
A cold, dark presence forms where the love once was.
Burger KingDusk and headlights and dusty windowsBurger King3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Traffic moves at a steady pace
Wind blowing bare branches haphazardly
Everyones heading home who has one
Idiot wind blows over all of them
Turn the sign on at Burger king
Lock the door on your way out of your mind
Everyones waiting for the rain
Deepening, diving into darkness
Drowning, driving through the storm
Sleepless neon crying for attention
The Burger King sign is still not on
The man in the window dreams wet rainy dreams
Listening to jazz and smoking something
Watching twilight strangled by the night
Wondering if alls allright at Burger king
Sunday (Summer)Another summer Sunday, hot, close, quietSunday (Summer)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But with a restlessness beneath
Mad to be free
I can't stop thinking of wind, and lullabies,
Identical houses in rows, sidewalks, fences
Straining not to explode with
I can't stop thinking of barking dogs, and sirens
Hate meWhy can't you say it?Hate me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it so hard?
I won't be blaming
You just need to start
Say it, say it out loud
Why do you hate me?
What I've done to that?
But you stay speechless
Hiding eyes from me
You won't show your weakness
At least not in front of me
Tell me, where we went wrong?
How this can be happening?
Why hate appeared instead of love?
Why your eyes keep judging me?
I can't bear it, I want you to say it
Need to know, need answers to hear
Please, just say why do you hate me?
Open my eyes to the truth I can't see
You hate me for the reason I don't know
What happened, what happened to our love?
I'm standing speechless with my blood getting cold
You left me saying I'll understand someday on my own
Short RU teaser Fire rained down amongst the soldiers as if delivered by a blazing inferno. Their cover, their metal barriers, was the only thing that kept them safe from becoming a medium rare steak. They were trainees; recruits, Elite Marines not yet ripe for picking. Their armor wasnt built yet. Hell, it wasnt even designed yet, leaving them open to the ungrateful world. The only things these recruits had were urban camouflage pants and flame-retardant bulletproof vests. There were four men still in this sector, each of them strong and determined to halt the enemy attack.Short RU teaser6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Griever leaned against a metal bunker that looked like it was sliced in half as he watched the fire from the incendiary mortar spread along the cement as if it were a wave on a beach. When the fires life dwindled away, he quickly spun around and raised himself up, sticking his Echo sniper rifle out through the hole blown in the bunkers side. He spo
It Was All a DreamYou make certain assumptions. The universe does too.It Was All a Dream10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Generally, because of how you were brought up, they are for the most part the same assumptions; or if they aren't, the best you can muster is the feeling that something is different. Something is possible that wasn't before, quickly quelled, of course, when tried again and once more proven wrong.
But then there are other times, in the foggy darkness of sleep, when those assumptions simply cease to matter, and are once again at odds with what the universe has planned.
For the most part they're put to rest with a bit of meddling: The universe asserts itself, and your mind is tugged gently back to reality;
But once in a very great while, the universe stays at bay; your soul is stripped bare without even the basic knowledge of how things are to support and buoy you.
In those rare, frightful moments, things start to happen.
What I tell you is not truth. Truth has no meaning here, only what you understand to be real, and the strength of yo
FencesEarly morning, northern IllinoisFences3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fire, silence, hunger, smoke
A day of blackiron and pills
A day like any other in the box
of cereal opened for your child
Diseased wind blowback
Singed faces and fingers
Remains, ash, water
Good morning, neighbor
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 89 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
MilkmoneyThere's a door that needs to be opened, out in the midst of a field of grass. The stars come out and dance about it, beneath the mad violet sky above. I keep waiting. I keep waiting. The closed door on the hill will be opened, and dreams will rush out while confused dreamers rush in. Smooth chaos. Things will be. I keep waiting. I've moved my bed onto the grassy hill to be closer, closer to when the door swings open and freedom flies out. I want to be there, then. I keep waiting.Milkmoney3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 49 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.