Everything Under the Stars 11Chapter 11: ConfusionEverything Under the Stars 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Lady Owl
Heather sat quietly on Neelix's bed as another random object went zipping across the room. She sighed out her nose as she made a face.
"I can't believe what I've gotten myself into... this is insane! He's going to ask me to do something crazy.. I just know it! What else could possibly be worth it to him if it wasn't something insane, huh?! What was I thinking to take your advice!"
Veeno didn't answer. He was leaning against the door frame of the main entrance to Neelix's quarters with his arms crossed. He continued to watch as Neelix tore apart his quarters in frustration and looked over at Heather. They both shrugged at one another as they turned their attention back to yet another item being tossed across the room.
"It's not all that bad..." Veeno finally said, "I mean, you are getting his protection after all."
"Yeah and at what price, huh?! Not all that bad..." Neelix repeated Veeno's sentence, mocking him
I am your dogI am your dog2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Dear Mom do you remember yesterday?
Do you remember that we were out walking in the woods?
It was so wonderful mom, I ran and I was playing. I had no worries, because I was your dog and you were my mom.
Do you remember that another dog was walking by? I saw him before you, and I ran joyfully forward.
I was not so old mother, so my legs wouldn't stop, it was an accident, but I fell into the lady.
Then she pulled the dog away from me, I followed him, I just loved to play. The lady took him up, why wouldn't she play mom?
She yelled at you, I didn't like it. She said the words "dangerous" and "fighting dog", and pointed at me.
I was no "fighting dog", I was your dog!
At home, two men arrived. Happy as always, I welcomed them, because I was your dog.
They taught me a new word: "Banned".
,,But mom" I said; ,,I'm just your dog?"
When the men went, you cried mom.
I pushed my nose under your hand, I would just wanted to comfort you.
Why do you cry mom?
I slept in your bed, for the first time, a
for a friendThe sky is captured in his eyes, clear and blue.for a friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather etched smile is honest.
The slender face says sixty; it lies.
It is that and half again.
Knobby hands sun baked and brown
peek out from ragged gloves.
They seem part of the old split locust post
where they are resting;
one of the row of soldiers
that keep watch on their field and its occupants.
The smile broadens as I approach.
I help stretch the wire.
His archaic dialect fills the road
with cows and snow and the yankees
that his grandparents saw marching.
The hours pass pulled by the mule
he plowed with as a boy.
He mentions his wife
they'd been married almost 60 years.
She "took sick" and died (at her own hand)
some 15 years ago.
(it is sad what people must do to escape pain)
But he only remembers the little things
she did so often to help him
they are bittersweet candy.
I know he misses her.
I smile as we finish.
He offers to pay me,
but I refuse it.
CW - Letters to the DeadLong, pale fingers thrummed rhythmically against the polished wood of Alexander's desk. The ambassador did not fancy himself a simple man with simple tastes and inclinations, but the steady drumming occupied his attention perfectly for now. The past week had been spent pulling apart the gears in his head that had engineered the most absurd thoughts and curiosities that he didn't particularly care for, and the luxury of simplicity was a welcome change.CW - Letters to the Dead3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he aged, Alexander found himself receding further and further from the more sociable occasions that he was required to frequent. He had taken his absence from the events where his presence wasn't vital, though in doing so he would face both Her Majesty and the rest of The Five's thinly veiled annoyance. He would have thought this more anti-social path his personal life took would take a toll on his knack to construe the more vague emotions and intentions of people he surrounded himself with. He assured himself it was his work that kept
Clovelly BeachThere is not any sandClovelly Beach3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On this beach; it's just stone
In a thick gray-white strand
With a blue undertone,
And an iron-red cliff
That has been overgrown
With thin grasses made stiff
By the sun. The seesaw
Of the surf, like a biff,
Can crush stones in its maw
And then toss them out, fresh,
Having rubbed out each flaw,
With the smoothness of flesh,
Every rock is reborn,
Nested tight in a mesh
Of seaweed, and kept warm
By a sprinkling of dust
Made of silt and the fresh
Taste of salt. Each wave's thrust
Sends a mineral scent
On a sweet exodus
From this beach made of stones
And the smoothness of bones.
Hallow ShadowsIt wasn't scary... not at all! Those tall, jagged shadows which clung to the walls and intimidated me were like home! As for those noises? Ha! I fell asleep to such noises as a child! And those weird looking plants which lined and littered the floors with deathly spikes and thorns? Meh, I've trudged through worse, these are naught but a scratch! Sure my legs all the way up to my thighs might be bloodied and gored but this is nothing compared to what I've been through... a walk in the park! And being chased by such creatures? Who'd have thought? It's as though I'm playing a game with my best childhood friend, and they're it.Hallow Shadows1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Although... there is that ever doubting feeling that I might not leave this dangerous game of Tag alive. If the plants don't trip me and cover me whole so I die of blood loss... or if those noises get louder and pierce my ear drums and burst my blood vessels and eyes... or if those shadows suddenly fall like a pancake off the wall and crush me hole or stab me like p
Drunken FoolA beautiful shyness, a flicker of lashes,Drunken Fool5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the goosebumps I get from your breath on my skin,
Lead me through rain and icicle cold
Until I am drunk with your mercy again.
I am holding a candle, now holding a torch
That no rainstorm can smother, can douse or destroy.
And your holy fire keeps it ablaze
Until I am drunk with your undying joy.
You whisper a secret and I turn my steps
To the place you've promised to meet me tonight;
No rain that pours or drenches me here
Will get me more drunk than you, holding tight.
My lips taste the blood from my own wounds
And the rain is slowing my progress, but still
I want nothing less than intoxication,
And nothing will get me more drunk than you will.
I'm drowning in your eyes, and I'm holding out
For the only ebriety my soul requires,
And the rain burns and dies in the heat of your flames
And I'm here, getting drunk, in your beautiful fires.
The LetterI am writing you a letterThe Letter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a leaking ballpoint pen
with a handcut quill
with a stick of charcoal
with a dented typewriter
I am writing on paper
I will tell you what it is like here
among the twisting jungle rivers
upon the ice floes
beneath the city bridges
beside the crumbling pyramids
When I am finished, I will
tie it up with string
seal it with wax
tuck it into a white business envelope
nestle it in a sandalwood box
I will give it to the postman
pay a traveling merchant to carry it
drop it into the ocean in a bottle
fasten it to the leg of a bird
As it travels, it will be
stained by water
marked with a tracking microchip
marred by picked-out stitching that once held it in the lining of a coat
imbibed with the scent of expensive cigarettes
And when at last it reaches you, as you are
crouched in the trenches
rushing for work in the morning
sleeping by the fire
staring restlessly through the blinds
My letter will tell you, wherever you are,
I love yo
Shadowy MemoriesShadowy Memories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My past is a shadow,
It goes wherever I go
And when I die,
My shadow will dance
In the light of the world no more.
Clairvoyance of InsomniaEvery night,Clairvoyance of Insomnia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down this road I walk,
Clairvoyant in perpetual insomnia,
Pencil etches of truth and fantasy,
Criss-cross my vision,
Fourteen cups of 5am coffee,
Still no closer to reality,
A solitary car passes me,
Through my net like mind,
It escapes me,
Streetlights of piteous constraint,
Revealing nothing more,
Yet revel in what they supposedly divulge,
Like pretentious picture frames
Puddles coat the road in truth,
Like any other mirror,
Criticizing the insecure,
Haunting the Vain,
Yet my only friend,
Hides the false and only speaks fact
The joy of truth,
Revealed from a fragile mind,
.i will not.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
love for fear
and if a
ivy, i'll cut it
I Can't Be your Knight In Shining ArmorIf you could see me nowI Can't Be your Knight In Shining Armor1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would know I'm not the same
But you won't give me a chance
I know I'm not perfect
You don't have to say it twice
But my imperfection is me
I can't be your knight
That armor is too heavy for me
You will find someone else, stronger and free
That person will be free
Until you corrupt him
With this idea of perfection
To be imperfect
Is the be perfect
That's how you're yourself
And didn't you always say
LifeImagine a perfect worldLife2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where oppression does not exist
We could be free without hindrances
And no one throws a fist
No one would ever cower
And we wouldn't have to strife
Just to have our voices heard,
And stay full of life
We wouldn't be consternated
At everything we do
And no matter what we become in life,
To ourselves we would always remain true
Nothing would be perilous,
So no need to be vigilant
Only peace and prosperity,
Never at all violent.
Such a perfect world
Only exists in ones' mind
There's not much hope left,
And people are still blind
Do they see they boy crying
In the corner of the room?
Do they see the girl clutch the knife
That sends her to her tomb?
Do they see the man on the street
Who has not much left to live?
Do any of them realize
What we never give?
Parents are grown up children
So why can't they remember
How it feels to be compared
To those that are always better?
We're not automatons
That'll always be the best
And getter marks than everyone
Whenever we get te
Night haikuThe moon comforts a waveNight haiku5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Before its impending death
Upon the shore
From Whence She CameBack down to the sea-floor she goesFrom Whence She Came3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
back to the coracle-clusters and starfish that
clamour, cling to her heart too tight,
walking barefoot towards where she
came from. It is too hard walking on
earth, the way she wears pain like a wedding ring
Back down, down, crawling on her belly
on the forest-floor, alive with the buzz and crawl
of worms and bird-prey. Back where she belongs with her
crazy palpitating wolf-heart, her bloody
deer-throat leaking in the snow, her yellow
eyes in the dark.
Back down, beyond subway trains, piano lessons,
falling rain, from whence she came, to the snow-covered womb
where she first gulped air.
Back down to a place before wildflowers,
fish on land, back to a locked box
full of old souls, from whence
1. THE CHILD OF DARKNESS**** READ THE COMMENT FIRST, PLEASE!****1. THE CHILD OF DARKNESS2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. THE CHILD OF DARKNESS
You killed me.
You ripped me of the life!
The pale blonde girl was staring at her with her completely white eyes, spewed off by the impenetrable black fog behind her. She stretched out her hand, grabbing her neck in an iron grip. Ria was unable to speak, to move. She could not react. The guilt, heavy like an anvil, was crushing and taking her away the breath, while the little icy hand that was ripping her life was adamant. She felt, like a cold shiver, the touch of death. Her heart was pounding, as if it was trying to blow up: as if it was its only way to escape from that eyes and from that grip. That horrible, evil little girl, wasn't moving. She was tightening, stronger and stronger. Too strong.
... I'll have my revenge!
Ria awoke, sitting up. She was breathing heavily and her forehead was beaded with sweat. She was trembling. With death in h
Fill my heart with stuffingHe called me beautifulFill my heart with stuffing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but he never saw my insides.
I called you wonderful
but I have seen your smashed mind.
I stuffed my heart full
of cotton balls and empty time.
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to say anything, because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because I was out of my depth and trying to ignore the world.In Which Middle School is Hell1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Either ignorant to the fact that I was still within earshot or apathetic about the whole situation, the girl pressed the boy for answers. “Why would you say that?”
“Fat chicks need love too.” The words were mocking, insincere, and they burned through my body like a poison. I did