Hunger for HeavenSometimes I long to trace my tongueHunger for Heaven4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
across the milky sky
and let the clouds drip down my lips
and taste them with a sigh
and bite the sun and all its warmth
and wash it down with rain
and pop the moon between my teeth
and proudly lick the stain
It's this hunger for a heaven
that keeps me drawing near
and reaching up to stir and sip
some holy atmosphere.
But am I starving for a heaven
that's only in my mind,
counting ribs and empty spoonfuls
for something I can't find?
I'll keep yearning for a heaven,
my meal of light and air.
Could I crave it this intensely
if it's not even there?
It's this hunger for a heaven
that keeps me drawing near
and reaching up to stir and sip
some holy atmosphere.
And once I have tasted heaven
If I can keep it down
I'll float above these human veins
And never hit the ground
Not Art's Plainer SisterShe is a feast for eyes but I am a banquet for minds,Not Art's Plainer Sister5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing images for your and all time
I may sing softer but I also sing sweeter,
I may be second born, but I live forever too like my sister
I imprint kisses in your head and set off sighs in your heart
I rip you into a world where limits are the only things that dont exist
Chain you to the page with a turn of phrase
She may be beautiful in such an obvious way
But I steal you away in ways she could never
I hold you to the tastes, sounds, smells, and touches
I give you memories that you never had,
Dreams you never lived,
And lives you wished for on rainy days
I dont have the museums and the galleries,
But instead endless libraries and inspirations off of me
Half the time my sister copies me, shaping her very self to my ideas
Shedding her skin again and again and again
Trying to embody me
But something I have learned from watching my sister through time
When she begins to fade without proper care,
And some form of me begins
A Viking in New RomeWhen a man is cursed with the impossible combination of immortality and humanity, sooner or later he's going to run into a few demigods.A Viking in New Rome2 years ago in Humor More Like This
A PJO/HTTYD drabble.
Percy cringed. He froze mid-step with his foot hovering inches over the Pomerian Line circling New Rome’s city.
Terminus had literally just materialized in front of him in a sudden, sulfurous pop of yellow smoke that left the demigod's lungs burning. The statue looked much like he always did: armless, stone curls wound tight against his head, and a disapproving scowl on his face.
Percy gingerly put his weight back outside the city safe zone.
“Sorry,” he muttered and immediately reached into his pocket for Riptide. He could hear Frank and Hazel rustle behind him for their own weapons. Percy cast an apologetic look back to the man they were supposed to be escorting into the city and gestured with a no
Machine-Part SincerityShe once said to me,Machine-Part Sincerity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Come. You be a gear right here,
and I'll be a pulley over there.
Together, we'll both obey
the lever's dream."
I lied to her when I said,
"I want nothing more."
To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 7Elle smiled as she watched Eris nudged a foal to stand on its own for the first time. The other foal was already nursing. That's why the birth had been so difficult. It was rare for horses to have twinsTo Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 72 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mias led Ares in and tied him to the gate of Eris' stall. He snorted as if to say how pleased he was.
Mias took Elle's hand and led her away saying, "Let's give them some privacy Besides," he made a face, "I need a bath."
Elle giggled and asked, "Don't you feel anything else? Satisfaction of a good job? Pride your horse produced twins? Or just dirty?"
"Actually," he said looking at her, "I'm curious."
"About?" Elle asked.
"How did you know what to do?" He questioned taking off his shirt. They had made it back into the Manor and were undressing. They hopped into the shower and rinsed off. They scrubbed each other's backs. Mias washed the blood Elle had wiped onto her forehead off.
"Woman's intuition." Elle answered.
Mias spanked an exposed cheek, "More than that love."
RemembersHiccup remembers the sound of his mother's voice—a little nasally with a throaty laugh. He remembers her laugh more than any words she ever spoke to him. Nearly every memory Hiccup retains of his mother involvers her laughter—deep and hearty. He could sit at the porch step of their home and hear her laughing all the way from Hooligan Harbor.Remembers1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
More than her laugh, Hiccup remembers the way his father would look at her. Sometimes staring into her eyes, quietly across the table or in greeting when she returned on a ship, but mostly at her back, at her profile, from afar. A silent admiration that would soften those hard, pale eyes and lessen the wrinkles of his brow. Stoick would look at Valhallarama, and Hiccup would look at Stoick, and she would look out to the horizon.
But most of all—more than her laugh or her presence—Hiccup remembers her absence. How she would return from a quest and a month, sometimes a week later set off for another. She’d come h
Avalon's GriefAvalon's GriefAvalon's Grief5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shriek Raven, cry!
Let go your tongue,
For your Lady sleeps in a pool of blood.
The vengeant cross has cleaved her head-
My poor Raven cry, your Lady's dead.
Before the crowd, before her words,
Did cold iron steal her sacred birth.
What of the World, with the Mother gone?
Would that all Earth could hear your silent song.
Her destiny met before her decree heard,
The oath forsaken forgetting to be remembered.
Oh Raven, do cry!
There is blood of the Goddess spilled on the hearth
-The Old Sow sacrificed for less than it's worth.
The whole court did witness her final demise,
Through all the Great Loss let its sadness rise.
Frozen was the Morrigan, remote beyond despair;
Tumbled was Lord Taliesin, the wise Druid but a weak old man.
Cry for us all, dear Raven!
Be glad you were not there-
Stung with the Sight, you've seen enough
To not watch live the death cradling her hair.
How will your island stay afloat
When now the Lady's Lake's run dry?
Don't break your vows and say
OblationOblation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I miss the sun."
The Night Fury ignored his human and continued to paw through the snow.
"I miss feeling my hands too."
Toothless favored Hiccup with a humorous look.
::I warned you about the cold...::
Hiccup had gotten to ride his shoulders for much of their journey but as soon as they neared his Drove's territory Toothless had forced the human to start walking. Just as Hiccup was nervous about exposing a dragon to his clansmen, Toothless had his own reservations about flaunting a rider.
Hiccup stuck out his lip and exhaled noisily. "I know..."
Hiccup would be fine; Toothless knew what happened to humans when over-exposed to coldness and Hiccup showed none of the signs. Complaints aside, his human fared rather well for travelling so far north. The sealskin purchased from the nearest human village kept his back warm while that ghastly beard they had spent moons arguing over shielded his face. Hiccup spent his sleeping ho
Bokeh.These days, Black Friday really lasts a weekBokeh.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I haven't bothered to write out a list--
You cannot find the things I want in a store.
The sound of a rejected embrace
is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb
or a house burning down on Christmas morning.
There is a name for the way
strings of holiday lights blur out of focus
when you watch someone you love walk away.
Spark - chapter 2WordsSpark - chapter 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Words and music. Two things that were so far removed that it took Maedhros a while to even realize they were there. His mind still did not understand them, but his heart did, at least in part. It recognized them as something to break through the endless cycle of painful heartbeats, and left him no say in the matter. He suddenly found that it had the music, and the words, as if it remembered them from a time long ago, though that seemed impossible. They came automatically, forcing themselves out of him with such strength that he couldn't hold them back. He sang the words, sang the music, without having any recollection of how to sing, or how to speak.
He fell silent with exhaustion, and found that not only his song, but also the other had stopped. There was no despair. He accepted it, as he had accepted everything for so long, until a voice cried out to him.
He stood there, a spectre from a different life, a tiny figure cut out from paper and stuck into the wrong picture,
Like an Unfinished Love PoemShe calls him a poet but in truth he's just a dreamer with too many words in his head. He doesn't believe that he's fallen in love so he pretends to be a lovestruck stranger and writes how it might feel.Like an Unfinished Love Poem3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I touch her lips with mine,
I'm not smiling,
I'm just living.When she said goodbye her heart pounded weakly against her heavy chest. With every pulse of blood through her veins she felt tension in her wrists; she was holding back, holding back. Her breastbone still feels like the wall of a jail cell her heartbeat thumping wildly like a prisoner begging to be freed. She wants to rip off her jacket because she's burning up inside.
She was full of empty goodbyes and dreams that didn't last long enough.
I've never been in love.
Don't you think I would know
how it feels?
My body's a wreck,
my eyes are stained with tears
my heart is hot underneath my skin.
I wonderNow that she's gone he's finally started to fall apart. It feels l
Wishing for Something"I wish we could be together."Wishing for Something3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah," he says, "I wish a lot of things."
In the silence, he realizes that he's terrified of her. Of what she might mean. There's so much that he could tell her, but the words he longs to speak stick in his throat, leaving him breathless.
She smiles, golden in the sunset, and blows on a dying dandelion. The gossamer seeds fly away as she looks at him tightly and tilts her head towards him. Looking at the faint curve of her lips, he knows exactly what she wished for.
Oh long-lost boy, this is the moment you always wanted, the moment you hoped would never come.
He kisses her, because what else is he supposed to do?
He finds her down by the willow on the riverbank, that fair Ophelia lit by the setting sun. The water eddies below her as dragonflies hunt above the swirling flower petals, and she's so close to letting herself go it scares him. He feels a familiar panic flutter at the back of his throat, not knowing what to say.
Oh uncertain boy, what do you sa
Dark MotherBleed your colors to the ground,Dark Mother3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let them swirl in the vortex of your breath.
The gathering chill escaped from your lungs
whispers the green earth into death.
Dark Mother, keep the spirits
you hold within your hands.
Souls eternally bidden,
soaked and seeped into the land.
Dark Mother, keep your fury
quivering deep within the ground.
Harm us not, but let us hear
the power of that sound.
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the sun falls from the sky.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Dark Mother, stir your cauldron
deep living waters of rebirth.
Wash clean this wretched wreckage
we have wreaked upon the earth.
Dark Mother, shall we reap
all that we have sown?
When spring returns will you be there?
to light our path toward home?
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the seasons slowly die.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Will you exhale a merciful breath,
to warm our world once more?
Or stop the wheel from turning,
leave us trappe
Coming HomeComing Home4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The captain stepped out of the bislug-drawn carriage and squinted in the early evening light. It always took him a few hours to get used to sunlight after months in space. Paying the driver, picking up his one suitcase and slinging his captain's uniform over his left shoulder, he looked up at the two-story country house. It was situated in the middle-class district on the crescent of the Haniput Space Port, where the Interstellar Academy was located. Though he knew more people on other planets, he and his wife had decided not to move far after getting married. He grinned and his heart skipped a beat at the thought of his wife.
Young and reckless, their relationship had had a rocky start to say the least, but they had sacrificed much for each other, and he had grown to love her more than his own life. Every day of his deployment out among the stars, he could only wonder if she were looking at those same stars, if she was as lonely, t
Wind-Broken StoneThe old man,Wind-Broken Stone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A wrinkled and snarled
Driftwood of a father time,
Goes barefoot in the ashen forest
And his face is twisted
To a mask of grief.
He supplicates the Kingdom,
And the seventh sea.
And he murmurs songs and dreams
As prayers to the Wind.
And he chops at Babylon's dying body,
He cuts the ambergris from her belly
And the ivory tusks from her face.
No more is she a great leviathan.
The miasma that surrounds her
Is bitter and mournful,
A poltergeist for a dead la
For My DaughterDear daughter-I-do-not-have-yet,For My Daughter2 years ago in Letters More Like This
You will be my perfect. You will be my proudest moments in one small person. You will be made in love, or maybe anger, or maybe even desperation. But that won't matter. What matters is what you will be made into.
You will have Daddy's hair and his nose, and my eyes and my smile, the smile that happens not because someone with a camera told you to, but because you're genuinely happy. But you will have your very own heart and will be full of all the things that give you your you-ness. Whether you sing in the bath or make Valentines for everyone in your class or give your last homemade chocolate chip cookie to the boy sitting alone at recess.
I will write you poems and stories about how you are my miracle. I will read them to you sometimes, just to remind you. As you grow, not a day will go by that I'm not thankful for everything you are. You will be dazzling and beautiful and brilliant and compassionate and playful and curious and all of the things
Kali SpeaksYou may not realize you know Me. When I want to be known, I make Myself known. You all seem to yearn to know only one side of Me, turning cheeks when My other side is expressed, wishing to be made forgetful. But I was there all along, manifesting in all ways.Kali Speaks8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My name means Time, for in Time all things die and all things are reborn. I am insistent, but always patient, for in Me all things are eventual. Those who trust in Me know that life is eternal.
It has been said that to fully love Me, one must love My darkness as well as My light. Many of you do not seem to understand this concept. It evokes a fear within you built on condition. For, to know Me is to look into a mirror and see yourself in all form; to gaze upon death and appreciate its life force.
I am the Grand Paradox sought by mystics. Many shudder to look upon My likeness, for they do not see beyond their own shadows. They see My many arms outstretched, bearing my weapons. They see My bloody tongue, lolling in threat. They see
I Just Smile AlongThere are just so many stories in one place.I Just Smile Along4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm surreptitiously watching a middle-aged couple on the train, a few feet down the car from me. The man is balding and has bright blue eyes, framed by deep smile lines at the corners. They go almost all the way up to his temples. His wife is blonde and tan and has warm, clear eyes. She is dressed very tastefully. She is clasping his hand and they frequently meet each other's eyes and smile, as if, even forty-odd years later, the honeymoon never really ended. These are the type of people who look like they're smiling even when they're not.
The man bends his head to talk to his tall teenage grandson. The boy is wearing a Red Sox cap slightly askew on his carefully mussed hair, his t-shirt slightly too big for his slim body. He doesn't seem to mind though, smiling easily back at his grandparents. His grandfather smiles down at someone out of my line of vision. The teenage boy moves and I see a mini version of him, trailing behind him. The teen
EulogyOne morning, we awoke,Eulogy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you told me your soul had
Whispered from its hearth;
That you were hollow and empty
A clockwork abomination,
Wandering the earth,
Unseen by god,
A cold dark void.
And that this really made you smile,
On account of finally being free.
You told me
Was a little black bird.
And that the woman who
had dispatched it
Had given birth to ten suns
And twelve moons.
You took up your bow,
and walked out to the desert.
You promised me that you would
Shoot down the suns
and the moons,
And that you would save us
From the light
Truly a WitchWhat does it mean to be a Witch?Truly a Witch4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its not about chasing a golden snitch!
Lucky Black Cat and Pointy Hat?
There's no real need for all that tat!
Watching Charmed on the telly?
Tattooing triskelle on your belly?
Singing along to Practical Magic?
Oh, dont be so bloody tragic!
Watching Twilight and New Moon,
Cant wait for the next one 'coming soon'?
Angel and Buffy are your Heroes?
Get a life, their only TV shows!
Hung with Silver everywhere,
Eager for disapproving stare!
Teenage fad thats 'oh so cool'?
Dont be such a rebellious fool!
Bookcase filled with TeenWitch books?
Huh, money taken by corporate crooks!
Shelves filled with crystals so fine?
Dont so waste your bloody time!
All these are thing any Witch may choose to do,
But doing them does not a Witch make you!
Being a Witch means none need see,
Being a Witch means you have to be free!
If you truly seek to be a Witch,
And you need to find your own niche,
Then it is inside that you must look,
Wisdom does not come from a bo
heart's rustWhen I was younger - smaller, slighter - I seemedheart's rust7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fit better into the world's cracks, wedged
sideways, buried deep. I could see
from there the ebb and flow of lava,
and the groaning tectonics
responsible for mountains.
Then I grew up, and I might have still
fit; if only my arms and legs
hadn't gotten longer, if only my brain
wasn't in the way.
What is it about the heart's rust
that time in the universe
steals it from your hands? I feel like a
stranger has come for dinner
but it's not until he's slicing his steak
that we all realize no one invited him.
DreamerIntangibleDreamer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on paths unlit
To turn back,
perhaps the better choice.
to give up,
let darkness consume.
A mere caged bird.
Freedom, a myth.
Break the chains
Defy your mask
Idle be not
Look to the sky
Spread your wings
and take flight.
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.
I am the Cardinal SinsSay hello everyone to my siblings of sinI am the Cardinal Sins3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each sister housing a Capital Vice within.
The classification of objectionable flaw
Seven Demons who'll invite you to Satan's Door.
Meet Gula, Miss Glutonny, she'll swallow you whole
greedily indulge in the desires of your soul.
Temptation will drive you to gladly take her hand
and she will lead you away from the promised land.
Fornicatio, her desires and lustful needs
lechery and devotion to sexual greed
Ferral dark passions devored the pure in her mind
A soul overpowered by a love unrefined.
Avaritia, like Lust and Gula at best
denotes greed herself, another sin of excess.
She'll betray you, trick you, pursue her rapacious needs
simply steal from your soul among other misdeeds.
Invidia, Miss envy, has bitter resent
desires that of others to a dramatic extent
Her envious heart craves what she does not possess
A jealous soul a little more than obsessed.
Then there's Socordia, Miss Sloth, pure laziness
or the failure to use the gifts o