Nuit nordiqueNuit nordique3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La nuit est faite d'aurores
et de miettes de pain
Innocence CrushedInnocence Crushed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must the tears fall,
Flowing down her cheeks,
Streaming down the the face of an angel,
Filled with despair and anguish.
She lays on the dirt floor,
Once so innocent, so pure,
A bird among the clouds,
Oblivious to the unknown world surrounding her.
Always laughing, smiling,
Her beauty dazzling.
She dances through life
Without a care in the world.
Where is that girl now?
He wonders as his eyes gaze upon her,
And her hair that has lost it's glow,
And her dress, tattered and in ruins.
Her fragile body shakes uncontrollably
With each of her cries of anguish.
Ever sob stabs his heart painfully,
Giving him just a slight taste of her pain.
And her eyes, oh, her eyes,
How beautiful they once were,
A vibrant blue, the hue of a peaceful stream,
Teeming with kindness and joy.
Now all he sees is gray,
The color of thunder clouds.
Her pure personality
Was ripped from her soul by a monster.
Those eyes stare at him,
Pierce through his body,
Yet he holds out his hand,
His eyes full of concern.
FlamePrince In LoveFlamePrince In Love3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fionna sighed as she stared in the wide blue sky, she touched her cheeks, I wonder what Flame Prince is doing now she thought, Cake popped out of nowhere,
"Hey Darling, thinking about Flame prince again?" she teased,
Fionna blushed, Cake laughed because Fionna was really predictable,
"How about we invite him to a picnic?" Cake suggested,
Fionna thought for a while, and she decided that it's a great Idea since she wants to know him better, Cake quickly ran out of the tree house to the direction of the Fire Kingdom, she fixed herself up and went to the picnic grounds, after a while, Cake arrived out of breath,
"He-He's coming here now" she barely managed to spat, she ran back to the tree house, Flame prince arrived, he sat near her,
"Why did you invite me?" he asked with uncertainty,
"Well-I think I want to know you more" she blurted,
Flame prince fell silent,
"Fionna, you said clearly you didn't like me" he replied,
Fionna shook her head,
La male (Poetry)La male (Poetry)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Il est dans ses yeux comme un éclat de pire.
Un corps de rien, goguenard – un zeste enclin au mâle.
Erotisme badin qui aspire et avale
– hommes et femmes la cavalent.
Y a quelque chose empreint d’un geste de thym,
Pendu entre ses seins.
Impétueuse impertinence d’un roulis de hanches, gris rivage d’un regard
Franc. Oui, la mâle
A cet air qui prend le tien ;
Elle n’est pas vraiment belle – ni vraiment elle. Ambigu
Soupçon de garçon, timbre bringuebalant dans les graves veloutés
Voix de femme à l’orée
Elle n’est pas ange, non,
C’est une île – oasis sinueux aux mares d’hydromel.
Butine, infans – ta voix perdue de dupe enferré est celle d’une fillette.
La mâle hors de toi tirera les cris de ta femme ! Celle que t’habites. Celle que t’étouffes.
Sonne aujourd’hui le glas de ta virilist
JOURNAL DA I - Salopards.27.10. 2012, 20h30/20h45JOURNAL DA I - Salopards.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
En retard... En retard pour la fête d'anniversaire... La nuit est déjà tombée... Je claque la porte de la maison, la portière de la voiture, le cul de la voisine et je démarre comme d'habitude : sec, nerveux, la troisième passée à 60km/h. Une vraie pub pour la sécurité routière... La justice n'existe pas, sans quoi je serai interdit de permis depuis 15 ans, de toute façon. Je suis le genre de type obligé d'acheter des voitures d'occasion à vie : avec la modernité, le GPS, le régulateur de vitesse, l'absence impie de pédale d'embrayage, c'est plus des bagnoles qu'on conduit mais des R2D2 boostés au politiquement correct. Remarque, au bout de 20h de leçons, on peut quand même piloter en toute impunité des engins blindés façon pot de yaourt, les "petites-citadines-mignones", qui carburent tranquilles à 170km/h. C'est beau la vie.
AU REVOIRÀ Mon Père.AU REVOIR4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(Ou les pérégrinations poétiques d'un papa pas banal).
T'es-tu déjà, lecteur, essayé à l'écrit ?
D'abord tu sais la fin, je t'en fais le pari.
Que l'on tâte au roman, au conte ou au poème,
C'est la fin qui commande : alors je dis "je t'aime"
Pour ne pas terminer sur ces mots si banals
Qu'on en oublie le sens alors qu'il est vital.
Connaissiez-vous Papa ? Comment non ? C'est dommage !
Je vais devoir vous faire un cours de rattrapage.
Un beau jour de juillet, année quarante-deux,
Lorsque tous les français voyaient la vie en chleuh,
Un bambin épatant nous montra sa frimousse
Le teint rose et l'il bleu, riant, suçant son pouce.
Il était si mignon que l'on reprit espoir
Et la France attendit qu'arrive le grand soir.
Enfin le moment vient, le pays se libère,
Vous ne le saviez pas, mais c'est grâce à mon père !
Paré de tant d'atours, on jugea opportun,
De fort bien l'éduquer pour en faire un tribun.
Alors on le plaça (pour forger sa conduite)
Chez les maîtres r
VERTICALITE DU VIDEL’éphémère a cousu des transcendances rauquesVERTICALITE DU VIDE2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- des écorchures jaunes –
habiles maladies courant la peau rêche des mûres.
Comme sont ces colonnes quand le ciel les découpe
mes languides blancheurs ne s’arriment qu’au rien
ne sais-tu pas que
les pierres froides ne fraîchissent que les morts
Frantz, novembre 2013
A beautiful thing..."Spitfire?" Magpie saw him, standing before her in a bizarre setting, she was on Earth, and she could feel the warm breeze against her wings, while the sound of the waves that could not be seen echoed in her helm She was surrounded by a forest, tropical trees decorated with colourful leaves and dancing branches that hung elegantly from their brown and tattered torsos.A beautiful thing...3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The ground crunched as though each step that Spitfire took was on a pile of rustic dried leaves, though none were visible beneath the knots of purple vines and emerald green umbrella-like leaves. Magpie was transfixed to his feet, trying to work out where each crunch was coming from, but then the noise stopped, a chatter sounded above her helm, but then vanished into the oasis of moist air above her.
"Magpie," Spitfire took hold of her servos, cupping his talons gently around her elegantly placed claws.
She daren't look up from his servos, frightened that she wouldn't see him, that this would somehow be a twisted ha
Inuyasha: A Dog's Tale Part 1*Part 1*Inuyasha: A Dog's Tale Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kiyoshi was still a young man by his appearance, looking no older than a man in his prime by human standards. He was close to 500 years old yet looked only 30.
His kind aged in a similar fashion to humans, yet at a slower pace for the most part. Some also had the ability to change their shape either partially or fully to hide their true appearance and look entirely human so it belied their real age entirely. His appearance was mostly human. Like some others he had to hide some parts of his true appearance to look human to fit in.
That was due to him and his family being Youkai, known to the general Japanese populace as demons.
But he didn't see himself the same way as all other humans saw him. He and his family were amongst the Youkai that were more accommodating to humans and their existence, some of them had even been protectors of humans through the centuries, be it healers, warriors or guardians, yet still protectors of different kinds.
Though some humans thought his kin
Demons - SHOUNEN AI WARNINGWARNING: THERE ARE BITS OF SHOUNEN AI HERE. (guy + guy). DO NOT READ IF YOU DON\'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING!!!Demons - SHOUNEN AI WARNING12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sonic didn't know how high in the air he was.
Hell, he didn't even know WHERE he was…
All he knew was pain.
His blood flowing.
Cuts forming on his body.
Tattered clothes and flesh.
He was going to bleed to death.
He just knew it.
Wincing, he felt the tongue run up his neck, licking blood off.
" Mm…your blood tastes SO good…"
A demonic hedgehog.
And his captor.
He struggled against the chains that held him.
But to no avail.
The blood dripped from metal.
As well as opening new wounds.
He was going to die.
Sonic knew this.
There was no way that Virus would let him go.
And since he was technically lunch…
Knowing the demon though, it could go either way. He might even be revived, or kept alive. Simply for the torment.
Time had slowed for the hedgehog. He didn't know how long Virus had begun to "play" with him.
He screamed once mo
The Olympian Project IHecateThe Olympian Project I2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Vêtue d’ombres fines
comment pourrait-elle cacher
longtemps sa clarté
Dressed in shadows sheer
how could she be hiding her
luster for so long
Cunning on winged feet
gods and men alike should best
strive for your favor
Ruse aux pieds ailés
hommes et dieux feraient bien
d’avoir ta faveur
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WARPHORISME XVMieux vaut médire de la mort que maudire de la mer.WARPHORISME XV3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Frantz, octobre 2012
The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dreamed a dream that was in my head. I had unexpectedly taken an afternoon nap, resting peacefully in our secret place. I laid out on the softness of an old quilted blanket I often took with me when I went deep within the woods outside of the town of Chester. My aunt Lori had made it when she was just a girl and then gave it to me when I was born. Raggedy and slightly torn, it was the perfect thing to use for a picnic without fear of it getting ruined because it was already on its way out. Octagon pieces of fabric of faded reds, blues, and grays, decorated lightly with tiny daisies. The stitching was obviously done by a child, tighter in some areas and loose in the others where hands had grown tired from sewing lessons.
The sun was nigh, warming my skin through breaks in the tree branches overhead. The backs of my eye lids were swimming in crimson-orange flickering light from the shadows of the swaying trees in the comf
SavedA boy shoved into a wall by harsh hands; a savior arrives.Saved3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Parallel HeartsParallel Hearts3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I had never had an easy life Sure; it's better than a lot of people's It was free of abuse, my parents were totally in love with each other, we weren't in poverty But there was always something; one little, itty bitty thing that just fucked everything else up And I came to realize how fucked up my life really was, and you're the one who made me realize The girl I fell in love with. And now you dare have the audacity to look me in the eyes and tell me it's my fault? I don't think so I knew somewhere, down deep in the crevice called my heart that I would never be happy but I ignored it; I thought you were the one who could change my life forever. Well I was right about that one thingbut it wasn't for the better You tore me to pieces; played your silly little games; showed me a great time; made me work up my courage, my confidence, just so you could make me crash and burn. So you know what? Fuck you and y
IAI-DO IXQue sommes-nous devenus sinon d'intimes étrangersIAI-DO IX3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantz, septembre 2012
Les Trois Ages du SilenceQuand le silence est jeune, il est fragile, friable, il résonne d'échos sibilants, de particules parasites qui tournoient comme des poussières dans un rayon de soleil. Un son, un seul, peut le faire voler en éclats. Quand le silence est jeune, comme un papillon aux ailes éthérées, il peut venir se poser, inattendu, précieux, au coin d'un sourire, au détour d'un regard. Quand le silence est jeune, il peut se révéler maladroit, cruel parfois, mais il ne se s'attarde jamais assez longtemps pour qu'on puisse l'en blâmer.Les Trois Ages du Silence3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Quand le silence est adulte, c'est un être fantasque, un dieu à deux faces. Il porte parfois le visage d'un gentilhomme raffiné, aux gestes élégants, aux actes délibérés, qui se pare des précieux échos d'une parole vibrante, d'une musique ensorcelante ; ou d'un compagnon discret, délicat, qui porte sur ses épaules le fardeau d'émotions tro