sense and sensesMy tongue drips wet with gentle lyricssense and senses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a passionate soul.
My heart beats strong through the choking,
Burning heat of sorrow.
My fingertips paint the world transparent with words,
Both tender and rough.
My eyes speak ethereal, aching, and silent triumph
Over societal acceptance.
My feet hold ground through the stampede:
ruthless, mindless masses.
My ears ache under the pressing chaos
That constantly invades.
BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.Bare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across
A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,
And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.
Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips
Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive
Words exchanged with each Lingering touch.
Their breaths between them interchange form one chest
To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds
That slip under breath between timid lips.
Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,
Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.
Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,
LoveI admire everything about you.Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are beautiful.
You are smart.
You are open minded.
You have one of the only truly free spirits i know.
You are one of my only true friends.
You critique my work.
You help me find ways to better myself.
You have helped bring out the best in me.
You stay up and talk to me.
You listen to me.
You are there for me.
You encourage me.
You inspire me.
I love you.
To Go TogetherHe promised me forever...To Go Together3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just me, only me.
I remember that I smiled,
Whispered, "Good, cause I'll love you always."
And he kissed my hair.
Our years went by, and I made a promise
I didn't want to make.
To stay alive, if he went first.
First, I refused, my heart already pained...
"Promise me," I heard him say,
"For I promised you forever and that promise,
It still holds true."
So I wiped a tear away, I grabbed his hand,
And with no promise of happiness, I said,
"I promise... though I'll grow more pained each day."
And he smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, "I'll love you always."
The years of our life went by,
And I begun to notice his pain.
Time and worried time again,
I'd ask if he was okay...
Each time, same answer,
But my concern didn't fade.
One day, towards the end of our life,
We both awoke in the middle of the night.
He took my fragile hand so gently,
And whispered,"It's my time..."
And I began to cry.
With the weakest of whispers, he said,
"Remember your promise...
And that yo
Philosophy or stream of consciousnessCan I not partake of the fruit of life itself and live believing the lies that everyone else is meant to take whole heartedly and never question?Philosophy or stream of consciousness3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Is it philosophy or is it rampant rambling of random realities that, I remember, are not real, but rather representations of repressed emotion?
With open eyes I belittle my own beliefs, believing that the belly of the beast, which I am meant brutally to slay, is brought upon us from behind. It is beneath benevolence. Or is it above?
Not quite intentionally, I inspire myself with inquisitions about the inherently invented world, in which this individual race places itself on a pedestal of inexplicable power.
It is a pedestal that prevents the pretentious people from assessing honestly their predisposed reign of power.
I am meant to slay that malevolent creature which, with malice, made its way into the marvelous and makeshift, meaningless hearts of meaningful people.
The majority of them pretending merry, and misinterpreting the meaning meant
The Title Is A MysteryYesterday, I doubtedThe Title Is A Mystery3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today, I just don't know
Tomorrow determines everything
But today, it seems to glow.
A week ago I cried,
Clueless of the world,
Wondering what confusing life
Into which I had been hurled.
A month ago was different,
Sad and full of stress,
Each day from school to home I'd go
And for hours I would rest.
At night when I would wake again,
I'd gaze up at the moon,
With a tears, I'd wish again,
That the light would shine through soon.
Yesterday, I doubted,
And today I just don't know,
Tomorrow, I'll know everything
But today just seems to glow.
DimitriWander through the trees,Dimitri4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stare up at the pale blue sky,
Black branches out like claws.
Find you sitting, crying no tears,
Staring into nothing,
With a silver blade sliding
Across the smooth, pale skin
Of your arm.
Golden eyes wide but unseeing
As the blade cuts.
Blood drips slow but steady
Onto your old striped shirt
And I watch without words
As it seeps in- another stain of pain.
You've returned to your old ways
Your wicked, Dark ways of
Skin torn eyes unmoving and a
Look of pain and terror frozen on
Your sculpted face.
Your wings gone, and you'll no longer
You'll not be one of us again.
You've killed too many
Broken us all.
You were our downfall.
So be lost, keep cutting.
You'll not return to us again.
Heaven closes its gates to you
And we keep your wings locked away.
Ancient InkIn the dark of the nightAncient Ink10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she found her strength.
Crumpled pages wet her fingertips
with voiceless words and unread wisdom.
Her weary eyes scanned the thoughts
of old for anything to grasp.
Something ancient gripped her spirit.
Those age-old words embraced her hollowed body.
She smiled and wept with her broken heart.
The fresh ink lead comfort to seep into her skin.
Something ancient gripped her spirit.
He held her as she wept,
and in the dark of night
she found her strength.
He whispered to her soul-
How To LiveLife is something precious,How To Live3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something you should treasure.
Life is full of hardships,
But flows on like a vicious wave.
Life always has those moments,
The ones you don't want to end.
With all that life is, how is it lived?
Live like you will never die,
But it all will end tomorrow.
Smile until your face hurts,
And banish all your sorrow.
Love like nothing stops you,
With the whole of your being,
Cherish every memory,
And find light in all you're seeing.
Tell your loved ones how you feel,
Open up your heart,
If you live your life this way,
You'll accept a peaceful part.
The Porcelain DollIt was a foreign feeling. She had struggled all her life for something she couldn't quite name. Words seldom failed her, except in the instance of explaining herself. She didn't understand herself. Sometimes she thought she never would- but, now, that's a concept she was comfortable with. Comfort- maybe that's what she was looking for, or security, or self worth. In any case, now she had what she had so long yearned for; at least she was on her way. Her story isn't special. It isn't any more broken or heart-warming or unique than any human being on this earth. She's simply human.The Porcelain Doll1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe we should start with the un-comfort. It's still hard to put into words- the person Sami used to be. Not that she was all that complicated, but that she was hurt. She needed, but she couldn't tell you what. She wanted but she couldn't tell you why. She had a huge family that loved her. They all wanted what was best for her. They doted over her, and praised her. It wasn't enough. They treated her like a po
RememberI hope and I prayRemember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That things can work out between us,
That you don't have to leave us,
That there will always be an "us".
I won't ever stop trying
To go anywhere for you,
To do anything for you,
To give up everything for you.
I trust you with my life,
I Have complete faith in you,
That my words will be listened to,
So here's one more bit for you.
Remember that the only thing I want more
Than for us to be together,
Is for you to be happy, regardless
Of whether or not we're together.
Chick-fil-AI rode past your store.Chick-fil-A3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hungry and Bored
I was debating on stopping-by
My God those lines...
I still pulled into your lot
Found a spot in line.
Chicken and soda.
Extra waffle fries.
Damn the thought of it
Brought a tear to my eye,
The taste is just so divine.
Then I checked my facebook
As I waited for food.
An article on the Huffington Post,
Informed me that this line consisted of mostly homophobes.
5 million dollars donated to Gay-hate groups.
So I went next door
To get some Taco Bell.
No hate tacos
Sounded just as good.
Living Spiritshe paces the halls, her perfume thickened the air like smokeLiving Spirit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her gown tattered and bleached of color by death
paramour of the night
taker of sanity
devouer'r of sanctity
her hair laced about her waist
flows in the still air
her sillhouette entrances
steals from you
her footsteps light
her toes brush the floor
leaving trails of blood from years of barefoot pacing
years of splintering wood
bare soles of feet sear in pain
she paces always
searching for the light in eternal darkness
... ...searching... ...
Slenderman -5-Slenderman -5-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I really question your taste in food!"*
*Monster Rancher is an animated show from my childhood. I rewatched it recently with my brother, which could explain why this was influenced.
For some reason, the refreshment table was on a higher level, because I had to jump down onto the main stage. I shoved the pretzel in front of Suezo's eye.
"I need this! You hear me?" I practically shouted. I felt delirious. "The Slenderman's after me, and I need something with salt, and"
I look to the entrance of the amphitheater and beheld an unusual and morbid sight. I saw Slenderman standing there, but with no head on his shoulders. His head was in the hands of one of the rough-looking bikers who were fighting him. Slenderman took back his head, and the biker's eyes rolled back and he toppled forward, dead. Slenderman put his head back on his neck, his connection audibly known by a few cracks. Then he proceeded to approach the stage. There was nothing stopping him now. It was up to me to e
Slenderman -Final-Slenderman -Final-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He backed away and straightened. He had a visually-disappointed frown on his face and he ran away, losing interest in me. Finally!
When Slenderman left, he never appeared again. I expected to be sent back with full-consciousness to RMC, but I wasn't. Instead, shortly after the monster gave up on me, an older man came up to me. He looked like a director, especially someone I recognized as some extraordinary horror writer. It was either Stephen King or Tim Burton, but I didn't know at the time. He only had this familiar vibe about him.
"How did you get mixed up with the likes of Slenderman?"
So I told him that he suddenly appeared. The man also asked me if there were other victims, and I counted them off. Teenagers, like myself. Many bearded men. The director nodded his head in understanding, as if he wrote the plot of my dream. I had this revelation and demanded who he was.
He suddenly transformed into a pig and gave me a cynical look. It all looked so animated, cartoonish.
Slenderman -4-Slenderman -4-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Third Arc Begins.
The transition was even more abrupt this time. I found myself in a rainless thunderstorm, with strong wind and a gale of fallen leaves. I was on the ground in some forgotten city, all buildings in ruin. Large, bearded, rough-looking men were all over the place. A couple of them surrounded me, but they weren't trying to corner me. They were trying to protect me. Their backs were to me, facing one direction, and when I followed their gazes, I saw Slenderman... on a high-wheeled, penny-farthing bicycle.
Then this whole battle started. The bearded guys around me all got their hands on their own penny-farthing bikes and started charging at Slenderman, whose objective was getting to me. Momentarily disoriented, I found my own penny-farthing bicycle, mounted, and tried getting away. No matter how far I rode, the battle was right behind me. My bearded allies weren't that competent against Slenderman. He always got around them somehow, and remained
Slenderman -Overview-Slenderman -Overview-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
April 2nd, 2011.
As I'm writing this, I am extremely sick. I was ill earlier this week, but I couldn't shake the sickness off, and it just hit me more severely. I'm bedridden and forced to sweat it out as I sleep. That gives me plenty of time to dream.
Before I dive into the most prominent dream I've had lately, I have to explain some things. Primarily, the Slenderman and the Midnight Man; both myths as far as I know.
The Slenderman is a monster thought to have abducted children and haunted adults. It's described as an abnormally-tall bald man with tentacle-hands and a tuxedo. I don't believe the Slenderman exists I heard his existence was born on internet forums, but the topic always sends chill up and down my spine. In my dream, he looked essentially the same (tall, faceless), but he may have developed fingers or a mouth along the way.
Now, the Midnight Man is a little different, but creepy all the same. My friend's sister explained it to me. There is a pagan ritu
Slenderman -3-Slenderman -3-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I actually never thought of that before.
In his pondering, he ceased his hold on the boy he possessed. The person got up and tried to run. Slenderman got back to his senses and jumped to his own feet. He almost caught the boy again when I stepped out of my circle in the opposite direction. I saw my chance to escape and took it. He sensed that and turned to me, but I was too far away now. He stood there, torn on who to pursue.*
*Because of this, both the boy and myself managed to get away. This may have infuriated Slenderman.
Another, more abrupt time-lapse took place. I saw the images of myself finding hiding places in classrooms, but shortly ditching them, regardless if Slenderman was anywhere nearby. I finally found myself in a strange, blank room that reminded me of a nurse's office. I found all of the other teens from before there, lying on their backs. They were all lying on their own salt pinnacles, and I found one for myself. In time, too: Slenderman was in the open
:EnGarde- Ch 8::EnGarde- Ch 8:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hey! Are you free? Alec stared at his phone hopefully until Caleb responded:
Sorry I'm on my way to practice… ):
Alec frowned, flipping his phone shut and throwing it on his bed. He hadn't seen Caleb for weeks and it was starting to make him depressed. The last time he'd dropped Danni off at practice, Caleb had been passed out in the locker room. One of the instructors had told him it was the prodigy's hour break and that he'd been training there since 7 in the morning, so Alec hadn't woken him.
Alec looked up when someone knocked on the door to his room, breaking his train of thought.
"Alec? Can you take Danni to fencing?" His mom's voice called through the door. Alec wanted to see Caleb so badly, he immediately answered with a yes.
Danni didn't talk to him at all in the car or when they got to the fencing club. When he walked through the door he instantly looked toward the strips for Caleb. He was there, leaning against the
Salt RootsThe mists dance across the waters. They dip their toes excitedly in and float across the ripples of their existence. The suns reach their searing fingertips through the mist and paint fractals in the air with their skin. They dance woven in their orbits around the world of oceans, and give their light to warm, and to burn. The moon smiles it's gratitude in the cooling of the waters, and heals the sun-scarred mist through the night. This world bears it's own in flowing seas and rhythm, without the unheeding permanence of land.Salt Roots1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thus are it's races: appreciative of the chaos that is the nature of their world, and taken with the rhythm of the currents. It's people are written into existence with as much beauty and erratic nature as the world around them. The Transcendent move as spirits in the deep, only seen from the surface as bodiless lights flickering softly through the water as they flash in and out of existence at will.
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
Slenderman -1-Slenderman -1-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Third Person Point of View.
I was walking through a small passage that connected one crescent road to another. I was walking with a bearded, middle-aged man, and I think I recognized him as a neighbour (he had that familiar feel about him). He was carrying a garbage bag, which made me wonder why he was going to such lengths to take out the trash. We walked on, when from across the street an elderly woman called out to us. She beckoned us toward her, to a diorama she had set up in her garage. The whole display seemed very inviting.
"Can magicians talk with normal people?" my neighbour asked me. I shrugged.
"I don't see why not."
We crossed the street and stepped into her garage. She stood behind the table as if she was selling something, or presenting. It was the latter of the two, because she went into length about the scene she created. Essentially, it was a model of a small village, with circular, domed houses and buildings. I don't remember exactly everything s
It Might ChangeIt Might Change3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, doll." I said softly as I walked into the white room. The brunette lying in the bed just looked at me with a small smile; sticking her tongue out at me in the process. It made her expression one that would have had me rolling on the floor laughing when we were kids, but now I had more self-control. I managed to just chuckle softly before walking closer to her.
"Hey, babe." Lillian said, letting her face fall back to what it normally looked like. Me - being the wonderful guy I was - could still see her with that weird expression on her face. That meant I was still grinning at her. "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Lillian had given birth to her son earlier than she was meant to. Jack Jason Thomas was born two weeks before: at 34 weeks into the gestation period. That meant he was a premature baby, and needed to be admitted to the intensive care unit in the hospital. The only reason Lillian was still in the hospital was because they needed to make sure that she didn't have
:Best Enemies- Ch 3::Best Enemies- Ch 3:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I closed my eyes waiting for the cold metal to pierce my skin and free my mind from the fractured world I called home...
"But before I do..." The girl's voice cut through my thoughts, as cold and sharp as the knife at my throat, "I would like to know what an elf is doing with a downed faerie, walking through the wild forests at the border of Saraphyls." She hissed the name of her country, hate dripping from her every word.
"P- Please..." I begged, "We're just passing through... we didn't mean any harm..." She pressed the blade harder against my neck, her lips parting to show her perfect, white canines.
"Who are you?! How did you get here and how did you find me?!" She shouted, digging her knees into my gut so I was practically gasping for air.
"M- My name's Zane... and tha- that's Ryu... w- we got here on accident... I fell off a cliff and Ryu saved m- me... b- but he hurt himself and now we're l- lost... sorta..." She glanced over at Ry