Look In Mind I persuade, I cry, we love and hate.Look In Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I and you want more than this,
you nor I can help the other,
why is this!
We do not want to change
and we love only a few.
But I am not the one to write or talk,
I do not trust in us.
Like you, I have been crushed,
so from now on I curse my shyness ;
but there is a way that I have learned how to avoid from getting a broken heart.
I just watch and listen from a distance.
So in a way I look in your mind,
and the true colors of you are seen.
But do not be misled by your thoughts,
Star Wars: The Phantom Menace NView Pt 2Star Wars: The Phantom Menace NView Pt 22 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A long while ago, in a northwest state nobody gives two sh*ts about
THE REAL MENACE OF THE PHANTOM MENACE
It is a time of great upheaval. Movie goers and young people are in dispute over which is better, George Lucas' classic original Star Wars trilogy made from 1977-1983 or his prequels made from 1999-2005.
Hoping to resolve the matter, freelance Washington ciniphile and critic Alec attempted to review the most debated and least liked of the Star Wars saga, "Episode I The Phantom Menace."
So far, Alec's attempts to review the film have been met with him nitpicking and criticizing the film's unsubtle political agenda, lack of logical thinking and the uselessness of Jar-Jar Binks and his attempts at comedy. But Alec is taking off the gloves and finally going to finish the review, regardless of what his peers or the fans think
The next morning, our four characters who we have been stuck with for almost an hour and
Rise of a Brownie Dragon Queen ch1"Marriage to a brownie," said Count Alaric thoughtfully.Rise of a Brownie Dragon Queen ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He stared at the duck leg in his hand distastefully, as though the morsel was something repellant. After deliberating, he bit down hard on the duck leg.
"You mean to do this thing, Your Majesty?" Alaric asked.
"Indeed. I do, worthy chancellor," replied King Heinrich, as he dipped a piece of bread in the sauce on his plate.
"Why not marry one of the daughters of the king of Nalbia? Or Nordenmark? I have heard that the duke of the Flower Islands has a daughter who is a real beauty," said Alaric.
"My line has many ties with the houses of Nalbia, Nordenmark and with the Flower Islands too," said King Heinrich. "We humans are not the only race to inhabit Daanelia. It is time that one of the human kingdoms made ties with the other races of Daanelia. I should be the proud to be the first," declared the young king.
"Elves I understand. They are the oldest race of this world. They rule an ancient kingdom and know more of magic than men wi
Lost ThoughtsLost Thoughts2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Staring in the sky, on the grass where i sat
Farmer's friends, sticks and grass stuck on my back
Alone in the wild, am i happy where I'm at?
Wind bustling through the trees... thinking of her
But i doubt that she can think of me.
History now... as i stare in the sunset
Slowly drifting off, like I'm falling off a cliff's edge
Like love lost with us, it's now turned to dusk
Dark shadows over what was once filled with lust
Empty tears, as they pour through the nightfall
You're my ancilla and it feels like I've lost it all
EmptyWith just a corner of my eye I saw the vet as she approached, and I was well aware of the syringe she held in her shaky hand. During all that time we'd known each other, she;d grown pretty affectionate of Nei, too, so that must've been hard for her as well. Or maybe she just didn't like to do it, to be the caller of death?Empty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm so sorry," she stuttered, "but it has to be done."
I nodded, feeling the growing lump in my throat, and I dropped my head to look at the weakened, haggard body lying nearly inertly on my lap, as the vet lowered herself to the floor beside me and removed the cover from the needle.
"Can I?" I asked and she silently put it in my palm. I shut my eyes tight, took a deep breath, felt a shiver run down my spine--oh, how much I hated to do this! He's in pain, I reminded myself, in terrible pain. He's too weak to jump or to chew on the harder chunks of food. He's just suffering on his long way to salvation, and you, bitch, you have to get over your damn egoism
Satin AshesPurple ashes of spindled satinSatin Ashes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
play with the porcelain gales -
plastered upon the
painted picket boards.
Skipping through the trees
and smiling upon the valleys.
by the canyons moaning throat.
But when the wind blows slow
she will drift away in a coffin boat
all the way to her far off -
To The NightTo The Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a rustle, But,
I'm not afraid.
The night, And,
All of it's creatures are,
I am one with the,
For you see, I am simply,
A child from it's womb.
Born into this world, During,
This enchanting time.
Raised by this feeling, Not,
I feel my best,
My best emotions come out,
I'm the best me,
Running through this darkness,
I'm not afraid.
Where is the fear, you ask?
I'm the fear and darkness...
So take me to the night,
And let me consume you,
I promise, It won't,
Hurt a bit...
If you don't fear me,
The night is your friend.
So let me take you...
To the night...
Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these favourites and feed back gives me an added purpose.
And for that split second when reading them, I feel like I actually deserve this.
That my whole hearted words are not dispensable and worthless.
That maybe I can actually make something of myself.
Give the people something real to purchase from life's obscure shelf.
Give my parents the life that they so justly
SpinRain; make it fall, make it pour; make it crash down from the heavens. Call down the fury of the storms and remain in the eye of the tempest as it escalates around thee. A beautiful chaos envelops thee as thou spin, spin and spin. The world means nothing no more; it's all drenched in this living insanity. Alas, this is no evil thou hast conjured. Thy purity has brought this clarity, and the rest shall observe and understand. Thy storms are thine beauty and thy chaos is thine calm. Forget this world, for we shall spin forever and ever more!Spin2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Take my hand as we head for the ocean! We dance on the waves, we conquer the storms, and we spin through night and day alike! I touch the water, thou reach for the sky, as we spin, spin and spin. I freeze in the water and thy hand slips from mine as thou ascend into the sky, spinning, spinning and spinning. We break apart and I sink to the bottom of the sea, as thou climb higher and higher, forever spinning. I close my eyes at the prospect on thine f
Aristotle Got It Right"By nature,Aristotle Got It Right2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we are all political animals."
I deem this norm-owl, for my ears
listen in earnest dog-mantic predictions
which stretch out pass the fiscal cliff;
like an ELE-infant based upon distance.
Abandoning divinity for Maud-lien attempts
to reduce pressure through oppression - tense;
like a turtle shell. . . coral-lading communes
in prides of prancing ant-elopes.
'Tis his-story acquaint to the oystered-us
in speech, in skill and in pursuits of free. . .
dumb. Chirped from post-poaching sea-sons
hunting up for those who mar-sue, people.
Charlie fox-plot towards the pleasure
mauling - hue-main Hun-duress;
disowning. Rich, you-all for inclination,
the bare-inn, ripe with cent-impede. . .
Petraeus, animals have linear currency
to the kings and queens of sanity.
A Farewell to MoleskineI chose not to water your Oleanders.A Farewell to Moleskine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a reason, but it has dried in
my mind like those magenta petals.
You stopped buying me first editions,
when our friends claimed they made
me seem pretentious.
They didn't know about the ketchup stain
on Catcher in the Rye, or the highlighter
I took to This Side of Paradise.
They didn't know anything about being the oldest
book on a shelf- The fact that dust yearns for the
attentive breath of life to set it free.
Words are not prisoners in a flower pot.
They do not die with ease.
I remember now,
I didn't water your Oleanders
because they made you seem
InsanityInsanity, it takes us all,Insanity2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If its in us or on the walls
Insanity, some hate,
Others will take pride in that state
Insanity it will consume the world,
Insanity it makes you see colors and swirls
Insanity it never leaves,
Insanity it makes you see
See the world for what it is for,
You may see black and grey but there is more
It lets you feel love,
It lets you fly high above
It lets you believe,
Insanity... it lets you see.
RRSS: The First Christmas for Chole!Title: The First ChristmasRRSS: The First Christmas for Chole!2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Series: Megaman Classic
Characters: Second Generation and an early model of Fake Man aka Officer Flashman.
Summary: With the coming of winter arrives the holiday season; a season the second generation fails to understand as they carry on with their robotic lives several months after their defeat at the hands of Mega Man.
Snow drifted aloofly as if it were a day dreaming child down from the stormy gray heavens cast over Monsteropolis. Many seemed to pay no mind to the colorless flakes that began to decorate the ruined cityscape with white. Instead, they paid heed to the chill brought with it and dressed in heavy jackets or coats, lined hats or toboggans, scarves, gloves, and a variety of footwear. The humans trekked begrudgingly through the mess that drained the color from the city and imposed with a gloom that the city's recent destruction couldn't compare with as the ruins from the
Cinerary CruxCritical claims carry cautious concerns .Cinerary Crux2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Consoling crucial criteria -
collapsed, canned, cocooned.
Creeping casually, crouching constantly -
crucifying caring communities;
caressing children. Carrying cancer.
Cracking counters cascading concepts.
Calling candid candela -
concealing cincture; cinerary crux.
Hoy es el dia de mi muerteHoy es el dia de mi muerte7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hoy es el día de mi muerte, y muy amablemente me han dado la oportunidad de hacer lo que quiera…antes de que "eso" suceda.
Hable con mi verdugo, la señorita muerte, y le pregunte.
— ¿Qué hace la gente antes de morir?
Lo pensó y me contesto.
—Unos se ponen a llorar, otros buscan el perdón en la iglesia, algunos aprovechan el tiempo para gozar de los placeres de la vida y algunos, pocos, se suicidan por la desesperación.
Nada de eso me atraía, me senté tranquilamente y le dije a la señorita muerte que solo esperaría…ahí sentado como si nada pasara.
Ella se sentó a mi lado y juntos esperamos…
Durante un tiempo, nadie hablo ni nada sucedió.
Para mi sorpresa la señorita muerte fue quien inicio la conversación.
— ¿Cómo se siente? -pregunto, yo no le conteste pues pensé que se quería burlar de mi.- ¿Cómo se siente estar vivo?-pregunto- ¿Cómo se siente llorar? ¿Cómo se siente?
Al ver que no era broma, me preocupe pues a pesar de estar vivo no creía tener la respuesta a sus preguntas.
— ¿Qué se
el angel vampiroel angel vampiro10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
El Ángel Vampiro
Un ángel se suicidó en la noche
su sangre se hizo alimento de los inmortales,
el sol le condenó a jamás verlo
le juró la muerte si se presentaba a él
y la luna lo acogió presentándole a sus hermanos:
el tiempo, las sombras, el misterio, la oscuridad.
El ángel vampiro, su divina sangre resuma por las entrañas del oscuro,
un paso más del sobrecogedor poder de las sombras.
Después de 2000 años aún pasea por la noche.
Ofrece la sangre que los vampiros necesitan para curar sus heridas.
Ángel padre de los vampiros, hijo del dios corrupto
que con la madrugada del tiempo la oscuridad lo invade todo
"... las velas se apagan con el viento de la distancia,
ventanas rotas caen, cristales que sangran
tristeza por el oscuro callejón que atraviesa mi pecho
no quiero acabar terriblemente solo
Las campanadas que no cesan
cantan 200 muertes de desconocidos
flores, velas y ofrendas se venden en la plaza
¿Para quienes serán?
¿Qué tumbas serán engalanadas con esas flores?
En pocos días mar
El demonio, mi demonioEl demonio, mi demonio2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
-¿Tienes miedo ?-
- Si .-
-No lo se-
-Debes de saberlo-
-¡Pues no lo se!- grite
-¿A que le temes?-
-No lo se-
- ¿A mi?...-
-No lo se-
- ¿Te doy miedo?-
-¿Por qué me temes?-
-Porque veo algo en ti que no me gusta-
-No lo se-
-¿Maldad en mí?-
-No lo estoy-
-¿Por qué no?
-Porque tu no .eres bueno-
-Porque eres un demonio- Echó a reír
-¿En que te basas?- dijo
-En todo .absolutamente todo- dije con miedo
-¡Claro que no!-
-No soy "un" demonio soy tú demonio-
Se irguió dominantemente. Me miró con sus ojos inundados en sombras y dejó ver sus relucientes dientes blancos. Las sombras que le cubrían se desl
This is WarThis is WarThis is War2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The gates are open, they're flooding out
I'm a one man army, there's no doubt
These soldiers are of different shapes, sizes and color,
I use all my might, strength and power
to put up a fight.
They're strong, don't get me wrong,
This war will last very long!
I'm pushing, trying to get through,
So irritating, so confusing, so tiring! (phew!)
My brows are crossed and my mind is lost
and my body can't bare it all
my eyes go fuzzy and then i fall...
Now i'm buried underneath this rubble,
I can hear my mother scream,
"If you'd have kept your wardrobe clean,
You wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!"
El locoSumergido en su ventana mágica, contempla el escenario de una lucha encarnizada, sintiendo una fuerte melancolía, quizás proveniente de lo más recóndito de su sensibilidad, algo que lo sorprende fuertemente siendo él un ser muy frío, de los que se mantienen siempre distantes de avatares externos, y sin embargo su presente es ajeno y todo aquello sucede frente a sus ojos, que danzan por sobre todo el contexto del valle, con la visibilidad que le otorga el vigilar desde lo alto de la colina, imponente y noble junto a sus hermanas de tierra, pasto y sequía pueblerina, y aún así con respeto indemne, pobladores fieles y viudas de luto eterno, constante llanto y lamento imponente, estremecedor de cualquier noche clara y nutrido alimento de la más pura misoginia, de esas comunes en cualquier noble veneciano que lleva en sus venas el dialecto más romántico, y aún así no consigue conquistar el corazón de estas mujeres tan tristes y lejanas, y se frustra por dentro al no conseguir dispersarlas uEl loco8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Life is Being TakenMy life is being takenLife is Being Taken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I don't know why
My life is slowly ending
But all I do is cry
My friends are being taken
(If that's really what they are)
I'm looking for some signs
And wishing on the stars
I'm sick of losing people
Maybe it's all my fault
I wish I could control it
And make my whole life halt
The only explanation
Is I'm not fit for friends
Because all the friendships I have had
Have come to tragic ends
My life is being taken
And there's nothing I can do
I only sit and wish
That all this wasn't true
Why does this keep happening?
Help me to understand
My fate and life now lie
I'm unfamiliar hands
I'm losing my connections
Being left alone
Soon I'll have to live my life
Completely on my own
The JourneyThe man looked down at the dusty road as he walked, while above him a lonely sun crossed an empty sky. He was not sad or listless, as one who saw him may think, but instead was quite focused on his goal. That was all he thought of, and it was all that kept him going sometimes.The Journey4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The scenery was not worth looking at anyways; ahead of him there was dirt, behind him the same, and beside him even more of it. Such a desolate place would have bothered the man, but he hardly noticed it anymore. He barely even realized he was walking into a shallow canyon until the walls had blocked out the sun.
Here the man stopped and looked around. The valley was still just dirt, but the shade it provided was nice respite from the heat of the sun. He sat down and rested against one of the walls, took a sip from his canteen, then stared at it for a moment before setting it down next to him.
"Cursed sun," he mumbled to himself, picki
Extasis de seduccionDicen que la noche es el reino de la seducción. Poco antes de la puesta de sol comienza mi ritual. Me ducho largamente, concentrándome en la agradable sensación del agua caliente sobre mi piel y asociándola con las caricias que recibiré pronto. Mi cuerpo es mi instrumento de trabajo, así que tengo que cuidarlo. Procurar tener la piel sedosa, mantener una figura deseable, esconder algunos defectos y resaltar mis atributos. Una vez que termino de bañarme, me visto despacio, colocando cada prenda con una devoción casi religiosa, asegurándome que el conjunto sea armonioso y seductor a primera vista. Las puertas principales ya están abiertas y el teatro empieza a llenarse. Las primeras bailarinas salen al escenario; yo sigo en mi camerino. Me peino cuidadosamente, rociando mi cabello con perfume, y me maquillo con suma delicadeza. Al concluir mi ritual parezco una diosa. Ahora estoy lista.Extasis de seduccion6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Oigo las voces y silbidos provenientes del otro lado