20. FeatureHere are some of my latest favourites:
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Bulletproof by Thinking-Silencebloody Mary by SatoshiKaito
Morning fog in the forest by guillermocarballacamouflage by tasiyPeaceful morning by Mickyjftw
dead tree. by AltingfestSilver Scales by RaijuTheoryLast Glow by halfpastoctober
girl with a red baloon by takmajGemini Residence 4 by NightlineA janela em fernte by vlad-m
Thank you for sharing these beautiful pieces.
Your Abuse Is Over NowIf I'm black and blue will you love me then?Your Abuse Is Over Now4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I let you hit me again and again
If I cry and hide and bruise and bleed
If I follow you while you take the lead
If I hold your hand for the dance of death
If I let you beat me 'til I'm out of breath
I love you so much, but you knock me down
It's so tough to get off the ground
I can't take this any longer
Like a broken bone, I'll come back stronger
I'll stand and rise from the floor
I'll be better than before
I'll end all the lies and deceit
With a smile so wide while you watch me leave.
broken hearti.broken heart2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
my heart is just paper for muscle and ink for blood, but i like to think that if i tore out a few pages and bound them in leather, it might just mean something.
and i tell you, i want to tell you, no, i am not more than that. i am not human, made up of muscle and bones that break, but words. i am books and flowers and the coffee i had this morning because, no --i cannot be me. i cannot be this.
i don't want to be here, scared these little sinews are snapping like dental floss between my hungry teeth.
i've smeared my make up over your neck and collarbones, wrinkled your shirt with my paint-chipped nails, and somewhere between the first pain and hiccup of a sob, i've forgotten how to speak. you hold me tighter each time it steals my breath and listen to make sure i remember how to after it passes, say my name softly to remind me to stay with you.
and you've pressed your hand over my chest, as if keeping it there will hold the weathered organ together.
Where You LieYou once told me to dry my eyes, but that is not where my hurt lies.Where You Lie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Root of All EvilPeople always talked about killing Hitler. "If you could go back in time and kill Hitler, would you?" The answer, resoundingly, was "Hellz yeah." Until now, however, the question had been entirely hypothetical. Fredersen was the first person with the opportunity to actually do it, but Fredersen had bigger plans. He also had no intention of setting foot in that machine himself. He had once sent half an avocado twenty minutes into the future just to test it. He didn't know why it had re-emerged as a plasticine walrus, but he sure as hell wasn't going to stick his head in to find out.The Root of All Evil3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Robot!" He clapped his hands to summon the device. It was a cheap one. He had little money, and if this worked he would have less still. None, in fact: nobody would. It would be worth it, though.
The robot wheeled towards him. "Please enter command." Its voice synthesiser was truly terrible: like nails on a blackboard, if the blackboard had laryngitis and was trying to sing Carmen.
"Your job," he
oh my archimedesthere is a mediterranean maelstromoh my archimedes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me, and frankly these demented bones,
are inventing a thousand ways to drown
my soul inward,
the curves of my cartilage are overripe vineyards
for myriads of apprehensions blossoming
age, insipid sand charting the honeysuckling
progression of snapping parabolas
the tempests swat opposing ranks
& I am afraid that I have begun to lose myself
between the roaring of my ears,
torrent in a can,
a soulless man -
and what is a man without a soul
[ I'm lighter than that]
these mythical caverns of what once was my days
are condensing into dripping pages,
I want the books to etch my ru
Sarah: He Who Laughs LastI laughed:Sarah: He Who Laughs Last4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a ridiculous notion!
Me: a mother?
At my age?
We've been waiting for years,
and always: nothing.
You said and you promised,
but always: nothing.
Believe you now?
Not gonna happen.
What a wonderful moment!
Me: a mother!
At my age!
And yet -
after waiting for years,
and always: nothing,
I laughed at your promise,
and now, there's something!
Now this has wiped
the grin off my face...
you're laughing now
at this gobsmacked woman -
me - who laughed
You left us waiting for years,
and we saw nothing,
but you've done as you promised,
is impossible for you.
And now, I am sure
you're laughign much louder
than I did before.
The RitualFor three moons, no rain had fallen. The grass had yellowed, died, and blown away beneath the sun’s fierce heat, and the earth had split, the cracks between the shattered pieces wide enough to trap a goat’s foot. The tribe did not turn to magic lightly, but this time the choice was clear: something must be done.The Ritual2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With great ceremony, Akana stepped inside the grave-hut, the air sweltering even in the shade. Surely even the ancestors, their bones secure in sacred urns, must feel this heat? And so Akana was confident when he came to speak.
“Wise ancestors,” he spoke to the painted urns. “For three moons, the sun has beaten down upon our land. Our crops have died, and our goats and cattle soon shall follow. Take pity on us, please, and make this great drought stop.”
But three days passed, and still the sun beat down, and still the drought continued. From the ancestors, no answer came.
“This is not the way to summon rain,” said Suro. And she to
Six Word AutobiographyCouldn't find mySelf;Six Word Autobiography4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Started creating it.
In the Rain"I could be a soccer player," I said aloud, to no one in particular. I gave the crumpled soda can another good, harsh kick, and sent it rolling down the street. Rain was drizzling lightly, but still seemed to wash away all color from the deathly quiet city. "If I ever finish high school, that is."In the Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was tedious, walking by gray walls, gray stores, and gray people. Everyone had some place to be, something to do, someone to be with. Not me.
I kicked the can again. It crashed against a garbage can, inches away from a sleeping homeless man. He immediately awoke, and his face melted into this uncontrollable, raging monster.
"Watch it, damn kid!" he yelled, glaring at me. "What the hell you doin'?"
Another person who hated me. What's new? I tuned out the rest of his curses, and walked on.
Taking a left, I crossed the street, not bothering to check for cars. A taxi can come hit me anytime now, and I wouldn't care less. I heard screeches on brakes and shouts from angry city drivers
Alone In The CrowdHelp me shed this cloak of confusionAlone In The Crowd2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And take me back to my home,
I'm tired of this seclusion
Slamming lies into all I've known.
I'm counting eternal hours
Numbers in nocturnal sleep.
The glass in which we shower
Can't hold back what you keep.
I want you to help me dream
And show me how to act.
From a river, into a stream;
What is it that I lack?
The gleam of your necklace
Reflects all of my want.
Is it because I was reckless?
Is it me that they haunt?
Ushered into an unwanted grave
Bound in chains, drowned in steel.
I was made into a social slave
And died as if I were not real.
There Is No Need To Be A Siren, GirlYou whispered your secrets intoThere Is No Need To Be A Siren, Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a conch shell and wished
that the sound could reverberate
You dream of being the
center of the universe
with stars and planets
circling around you, but
you are rotting away without
(Your lungs have a hole
and your call is full
of discord and lopsided notes)
But there is no need
to be a siren, girl,
when your limit is
Forget sea salt stained cheeks
and rough hair burned
in the sunlight -
you see no way a
rotting heart can
ever be loved
You'll turn into
de la bellei have been told thatde la belle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my cheeks seem to slender
like the stars.
truth be told i
inhaled until my bones
bloomed through my skin
and i sunk;
licked my kisses chapped
'til they reddened
like the roses;
contracted so i'd esvaniss.
i had once hoped to find
it there, the beauty
but instead i
always found space.
The Warrior Who Won't Come HomeThere once was a warrior, so sweet, so kindThe Warrior Who Won't Come Home1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She knew what she wanted, and she got it on her own.
A man she had found, so faithful and true
But she had another calling
To leave her lover behind.
So valiant, so brave, she left her whole world behind her, saying,
"I shall be back in a year, no more! I promise!"
She went to the land of the poor, the sick, the helpless
She saved lives by the thousands.
There were so many thanking her, their souls all in debt
But she was so humble to not take the fame.
A year passed, having done so much,
but she couldn't break free.
She said to her fiance, still waiting for her at home,
"Boy, how I love you and miss you greatly!
One more year, then I'll rejoin you."
But the year came and went, the warrior still valiant,
Still brave and so true.
3 years passed by, her marriage postponed,
The Nutcase SuiteBarry danced and twirled, the tutu fluttering unenthusiastically above his hairy man legs. Prance, prance, pirouette, he danced across the stage. He wasn’t on top form—even he’d admit it—but this was just a rehearsal. The real performance would come tomorrow night.The Nutcase Suite2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Barry was proud to think that he’d worked his way up from the bottom. He’d built the stage. He’d swept it. Soon, he would perform. “Soon,” he said aloud, “I will be a star!”
“Not if you flap your arms around like that, you won’t,” came a voice from the audience.
“Shut up, Craig!” shouted Barry. “You don’t know nothing about nobody! I’m gonna be a superstar ballerina! You’ll see!”
“Fair enough, your footwork’s getting better,” said Craig, more diplomatically, “but you definitely should watch your arms. Move them nicely, gracefully.”
Online MiseryOnline MiseryOnline Misery4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."
Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I just write.
And because I spend all this time writing (and deleting) things, my neighbors think I am the technical support around here. Everytime there is a problem with the computer they call me. I remember one time they were doing something online (which is pretty something for them, because sometimes I doubt it if they can even FIND the internet brow
Bury GodOne day God created manBury God1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And ,in its love, humanity praised him.
One day God smiled at man
And in its pride, humanity continued
In the practice it believed God found just.
One day God laughed at man
And in outrage, man endeavored
To rise above God
And bellow from above him.
One day God cried for humanity
And in its grandeur
Humanity believed to understand God
To understand his sorrow
Whilst still glaring at him from below.
One day God forsook humanity
And in its disillusion
Humanity attempted to appertain God
And worse yet, aspire
To replace God
Whilst still brooding below him.
Finally, One day humanity killed God
And in its holiness
Humanity decreed from its heavenly throne
To bury God
And along with him the planet
For humanity had risen beyond it.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
It's Not So Cold I never thought I'd feel thisIt's Not So Cold4 years ago in Drama More Like This
So Guilty and I'm broken down inside
Living with myself with nothing but lies...
Axel knocked on Riku's door, trying to get him to talk for the third time that week. He hated that the silverette was taking the entire thing so hard. "Oh, come on Riku. Open up!" He called. When he heard no answer, he sighed and walked away, slightly depressed. Why won't he talk to me? We used to talk about everything... But that was before we started fucking around... Tch. He really didn't change. Only uses people then throws them aside like trash. Well, whatever. Asshole. Axel walked outside and got into his car, anger apparent on his face.
I always thought I'd make it
But never knew I'd let it get so bad
Living with myself is all I have...
Riku heard Axel outside his door, but he didn't want to talk to anyone. "W
FanFictionCiel Phantomhive sat on his chair twirling a piece of his disheveled hair. He had caught the disease that most demons dread. Boredom.FanFiction4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trying to find a cure, he pulled up to his wooden desk near his bedroom window and looked out. Dull, boring landscape. No Finny gardening or Mey Rin and Bard chasing Pluto. He sighed. He could hardly believe it, but he missed those bumbling servants.
He glanced at the side of his desk, and noticed his laptop. He barely used it, he found no desire to, but perhaps he would start using it today?
Sebastian and Ciel shared the laptop, mostly because Sebastian's old one became too slow and it crashed every time he pulled up a website. Ciel wasn't sure what website he went on, but to destroy the hard drive, must has been one hell of a website.
Ciel pulled it up, and after five minutes of endless exploring and profanity, turned it on. He clicked on the little internet icon, and started to explore online.
Just for entertainment, he went thr
The Rock Star-His Secret-finalThe Rock Star-His Secret-final4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Rock Star-His Secret
It was a cold and rainy day. Paparazzi were surrounding the cemetery because it was Sebastian's
The members of the band made sure Sebastian had a decent funeral just far from the reporter's
eyes. Sebastian's closest people and musician colleagues were present.
The priest was currently reciting some prayers. There was a dull silence, their eyes were focused on
Sebastian's black coffin. The coffin was covered with white roses and raindrops since it had been
raining a lot.
Tanaka was holding a black umbrella for Ciel.
Ciel had been devastated these days, He wouldn't want to speak with anyone, he would just sit in
his room alone and, eventually, he would come out to eat something. He was as good as a dead
The boy wasn't looking at the coffin; he was just staring at the ground and listening to the priest's
Four men began to lower Sebastian's coffin into the grave six feet under.
"We therefore commit his body to th
Put Me Back Together Chapter 1Work was, as always, a drag. Normally being a mechanic and fixing cars all day would be a guys dream job. Guys like cars. But for Axel it became a bore after about a year of it. Today it felt like the hours were a lot longer than they should have been, and old Cid seemed a bit more agitated than usual. Yelling at anyone at the drop of a wrench. As the redhead continued to walk the next few blocks in the poring rain from work, head bowed against the cold, he started to think about what to do for dinner and about going into the nearest Starbucks to get something hot to drink . . .Put Me Back Together Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That's when he noticed the storm grate. He stepped back a little bit to examine it more closely. Something about the water going into it was off. He bent down a little to get a better look. The water was . . . pink? No, not the water itself but there was a deep pink liquid in it. He looked down the street from where the water was coming from, and nearly had a heart attack.
A body laid crumbled on the corner of
Declaration of DisobedienceDeclaration of Civil DisobedienceDeclaration of Disobedience7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I will not register my guns. If such a law is ever enacted on the federal, State or municipal level, I will choose to ignore it. I was required to leave my personal data with the gun dealer when I purchased each of my guns legally, and this data is doubtlessly on record already. Let law enforcement look it up if they choose, but I will not register my guns: not now, and not in the future. Registration of handguns, or any other firearm, will not prevent a single crime from happening. It only serves to harass the law-abiding citizen for the sole offense of owning a politically incorrect item.
I will not surrender my guns voluntarily, ever. If the possession of handguns is declared illegal by any legislative body, I will choose to ignore it. If the owners of newly or soon-to-be illegal weapons are asked to turn them in for compensation, I will not comply. Let them try to enforce a law that is not enforceable, and declare a war on guns that will be