A Freshwater Soulyou didn't dream he'd tear blank walls, whipA Freshwater Soul2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
furled fists let partly tattered tales slip
early echoes, and allow
the lonely ships to sink, baring bows.
sail sea. river remove
yourself far forth. prepare to prove
that you can keep a gruelling grip.
My EdenSitting in my garden,My Eden7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
breathing the fresh air.
Nowhere in my mind,
thoughts of despair.
As the birds and the bee's,
I feel free,
My animal instinct I release
Thwirling and spinning,
singing and shouting.
My body is tired,
I rest my head,
My voice is raw,
Too much was said?
The grass bends as I lay myself down,
never was it mown.
I knitted myself a crown of flowers,
I'm not wearing much,
The sun touches my skin,
like the warmth here within.
The gentle breeze of northern wind
blowing in my garden,supplying the fresh air,
A natural airco,Sunburns everywhere.
A gentle touch,a sting of pain.
Too much sun,red skin i gain.
As the evening falls,the sun goes to sleep,
I'm preparing my bed for my deep mesmerizing sleep.
Lady moon has spread her veil,
my garden looks peacefully and quiet,
Tomorrow I shall start a riot?
Cute LimerickA cat and mouse live in my houseCute Limerick2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I each day they tend to rouse,
chasing each other all around
waking me with fighting sounds,
but never do wake up my spouse.
AC - MortalityThe soft sound of linen and metal was like the melody to his life. A soft eb and flow of activity, suppose to be unheard but in the eyes of a novice, they were silent as death. Hardly the case, but he could not deny their attempt at learning. The linen and metal would be joined by leather scraping; boots being put on, gauntlets buckled, spaulders snapped. Then the soft sound of silk, red as blood that flowed in rivers from their blades as they wound the cloth about their waist. A physical war paint, a splash of death against the pure ivory of their robes. Finally more leather; the wrapping of their knife belts, attachment of their swords, one pulls his gloves on, another readjusts his shoe. They're in, they're out, they're gone on their missions to douse feathers in vitae another day long, and all he could do was shut his eyes and listen to the silence assassin's left in their wake.AC - Mortality5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The silence was like the assassin himself; a heavy, ominous creature that made no sound, that
A Night In Aussie-Kangaroo TFLoud music boomed from the stereo, being played by my neighbors in this hotel. I have been trying to get to sleep for over an hour now, and no success because of that damned techno crap those guests are playing.A Night In Aussie-Kangaroo TF5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Damn it.... Why can't they just go to sleep? It's almost 2 o'clock in the morning...." I say, trying to bury my head in the pillows left for me on the bed. "If the hotel management isn't going to do anything about this, I'll just have to do it myself..." I decided in my head. I got up, grabbed my jeans off the floor, and put on a shirt.
Opening the door of my room, I exited quickly and slammed the door shut. I walked down the hall a small ways, and arrived at my 'neighbor's' room. I knocked on the door, only to find that it wasn't even shut. I eyed it suspiciously, and decided to enter with caution. When I got in the room, I soon discovered why the inhabitants (or rather, inhabitant, as there was only one) had left the music on. The only other being that was in the room
Christmas Present BloodyDesireChristmas is coming,Snow is falling.Christmas Present BloodyDesire8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Out of the bosom of the air,
out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken.
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the graveyard lost and forsaken.
Descends the snow
The harvest-fields are all covered in powder,
In the silence of this day,a white landscape dominating the colours of before.
Nature is champion once more.
We heat ourself inside the house,
while the lakes are slowly freezing.
We look through the window,wat do we see?
The troubled Sky revealing,
all the grief that it was feeling.
Now whispered and revealed to wood and field.
Never The Gold.I want my silver back,Never The Gold.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to melt it down and forge a new connection
With someone else.
I want all the precious bits of myself
that I so willingly quarried for you.
I want my silver back.
Hot Chocolate 'n ExplanationsHot Chocolate 'n Explanations4 years ago in Romance More Like This
By the time Pinkie had regained consciousness she'd all but forgotten her trip through the labyrinth.
The fighting, the balloon garden, the elements..all just foggy shapes in the back of her mind.
She fully expected to open her eyes and see her cozy room in Sugarcube Corner, her little body wrapped safe and warm in the blanket Mrs. Cake had so generously given her...
Pinkies eyes shot open.
She wasn't in her bed, she wasn't in Sugarcube Corner and she most certainly wasn't curled up in a warm blanket...
Instead she found herself high above Equestria, looking up into the endless blue of the sky while below her the sound of pouring rain and a bizarre popping sound echoed throughout the land.
Memories flooded the Party Pony's mind.
The Labyrinth, Discord, her friends laughing-
Her ears dropped immediately, her eyes squeezing shut tightly.
"N-no I...how did-?"
"Ah, you're awake my dear!" Discord's voice sounded so happy and full've optimis
i will dive into you, feari will creep inside and teari will dive into you, fear1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
at your walls, heart
step on your hopes
and crush trust,
step on your hopes and
draw the ropes tight
as a desperate fist,
thumb tucked in
creep inside and tear at your walls
seek no pieces, find no peace
shelter nothing, have no mercy
tear at your walls until they fall
on what we were, faith
and love the dreams we wish
we could have been
swim, fateful like the fish
until they fall all around us
the stars flaming at our feet
glowing where we tread
sparking as they hush
i will gather the dust of you
your dreams, my veins
your breath, my pulse
the dust of you and the rest of me
will linger here for some long years
they will toil beneath the shifting soil
wear bones over graceless souls
the rest of me and a true sight
will linger here for some long years
they will boil beneath the haunting heavens
wear stones over faceless souls
the last remnants of your light
will whisper like the trees,
bearing oil as an unwillin
but i prefer to eat vegetables Last year I loved apples. Not eating them, but smelling them. No, I could never eat an apple; it wasn't that I didn't want to I did but the apple preferred to be with other apples, not apple-pickers. Everyday I would pick an apple, or rather, the apple; I'd dust the dirt off, check for worms, adore the color everything but taste it. A perfect, polished apple, and all I wanted was a bite . . .but i prefer to eat vegetables6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This year I prefer raisins. I called apples the healthiest fruit before I met my first raisin. Like apples, raisins are too delicious to be true, too pretentious to be smart, too common to be rare. Raisins aren't as fun as apples, (who'd ever try a caramel raisin?) and listen to prunes whereas apples listen to plums. Raisins are just dried up grapes: sweet at a firs
It Feels Like Falling In LoveYour eyes, your hand,It Feels Like Falling In Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips, they land...
Right on the edge of something bright
Poignant, coy, yet dangerously right
Let's weave together like the first time we met
But first, just tell me that what you said, you meant
Our hands clasp together, tighter than before
I hear your words whispered softly, "More..."
I crack a smile, and brush back your hair
Yet sadly, my love, I feel that you don't care
I want to love someone, of that much I knew,
But did I really, truly, honestly love... you?
Of course I did, and I still do,
I will never fall out of love with you...
A River Measured in TimeAlberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.A River Measured in Time9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his past much more spontaneously than he would do with his future. When he had brought the ribbon for his child, he would have seldom thought what the boy would do with a ribbon. The consequences of his actions were never quite as important as the precedence of the consequence itself. When he handed over the ribbon to little Alberto and noticed his confused expression, he wondered why he had bought it on the first place. He wondered whether he had done it subconsciously. He wondered what particular knack or interest had he noticed in little Alberto which could have prompted him into an action so decisive for the child.
"This is a magic ribbon", he said at last "if you spread it, it'd become as long as the river."
His father's words were just as unmindful or irrelevant as was his buying of t
Shine On MeSun shine on me.Shine On Me6 years ago in Open More Like This
Make me remember sunny days
When I was but a child at play
Please sun, come out now and dont hide
Remind me that life was on my side
No no dont falter your light
Im begging you to remain in my sight
Because the sight of your orb
The days when your warmth Id absorb
They give me peace
See Ive been forgotten.
Everyone who has seen my face
Everyone who has known my name
Theyve gone now.
And youre the only one that remains
Youve seen me
And I want you to shine so bright
Eliminating the last vestiges of night
Because the time of my death is near
Your light and warmth, Ill forget, I fear
Oh sun, my sun
Shine on me.
TF High 13TF High Chapter 13: Ram-PageTF High 136 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Nice to see you again Brandi." Peggy said as she walked up the porch where Brandi Hound was waiting. "Only if I'm wrong about all this." Brandi replied as she opened the door for her fellow transformee. Both girls had been part of the original viral outbreak, Brandi had become half-dog, whereas Peggy had had the luck of becoming the hottest girl at Travis Fortmasion, despite being half pig.
"So this is the place huh?" Peggy said as she took a step into the old riverside house. "I'll get to work taking samples. Let's hope that the resent transformations have nothing to do with the air; otherwise we might be looking at a city wide pandemic this time." Brandi simply nodded, but all she could think was, "Even if it's not in the air, another outbreak will be more then we can handle."….
Meanwhile back at Travis Fortmasion, or TF High as many students had come to call it; Tim and Tom Ramsey were arguing as usual, this time about their friend Bill. "It's all
33 Things To Do In An Elevator001.) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.33 Things To Do In An Elevator7 years ago in Humor More Like This
002.) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
003.) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
004.) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.
005.) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
006.) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
007.) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
008.) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment.
009.) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
010.) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
011.) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency p
for Stephenblackened jack boots grinding to dust cherry blossomsfor Stephen6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The Holocaust still burying the innocent
Unrequited yearningI have loved once and never had the favour returned.Unrequited yearning8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I loved a long time ago but lost a little of my ability to feel after a bad experience.
Recently one of my friends fell in love with another girl, and it made me realise that this sort of thing isnt talked about. What its like for someone to experience love for someone who barely knows them; who probably will never love them in return.
Im trying to help her pull through and cope, because Ive been in a very similar situation myself and nobody was there to help me. Im remembering all the things that I thought at the time; everything that went through my head, and how it was to struggle with it alone. Its something thats very hard to deal with, and if I can help anyone who experiences this desperate yearning then Ill try my hardest. Which is what brings me to writing this.
I would have thought that this would be a common situation but Ive found nothing written that would h
Tips For succeeding as an ArtistSucceeding as an artist: These are just the thoughts that come immediately to mind.Tips For succeeding as an Artist4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1.) A very important and often overlooked aspect of the art industries is networking. Get to know people and especially get to know who is important to know. Acquire a list of contacts and MAINTAIN those contacts. Don't call someone up after ten years of radio silence then be like "hi, remember me? Need job now, can has?" Also, don't be a dick to people and don't burn bridges. You'd be surprised how quickly that can get you blacklisted from a variety of places. Even if someone is a rampaging, fiery doucheflute, cope..... pretty much like any other job. keep your contacts list nice and organized. Sounds like frivolous advice but trust me, it's not. When you have several hundred contacts, being able to go "who's the guy I did that porn mural with.... *scrolls down to PORN category* oh right, HIM," can make networking much more efficient and a lot less confusing.
2) PORTFOLIO! It must
RolesThe Warrior Maiden signed up, and the group was complete.Roles8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
We're going to need your back-story, they told her.
She fluttered her eyelashes, and everyone grinned. She was going to be that sort of Warrior Maiden, was she? I was raised in a small village, she said, and my father was a farmer. (My mother died giving birth to me, but that's an issue we don't have to deal with.) I took up the bow to protect our farm from raiders, and I took up the sword because I wanted to. I now seek adventure and a cause, hoping to find meaning and purpose to my life. She pauses, tilts her head. Her breastplate is making her slightly uncomfortable. I suppose I could have an abnormal need to find the Stone of Murmor –
- Murmurs, they interject softly, but she continues –
- but really that seems too much angst for a side character. She stops, smiles again. And oh yes, emphasis on maiden.
It was a ragtag group, as all quest groups must be: The Warrior Maiden. The Bard/Scholar. The Short One (with
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
a place only dandelions growyou were my dandelion dream.a place only dandelions grow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a meadow of yellow spotted romance,
they are as fragile as you seem.
I sat down on the ground and caressed the flowers with my fingers
your bright shining eye captured by the radiant sun
for a long time no sound but your heartbeat lingered
and then I whispered
is there a place where only dandelions grow,
where clouds crawl slowly,
where the light falls unhurried and gentle wind blow?
ever so slightly you nodded
lips pursed in a delicate grin,
you picked at a dandelion and prodded.
And then you said in a soft voice
we have to go,
well return quite soon,
for the sky is no longer aglow.
so through crisp night we walked together,
step by step with my heart by yours,
you tickled my thoughts like a teasing feather.
and then you were gone.
I soon returned to the dandelion fie
i fell in love with the miragei don't believe in numbers.i fell in love with the mirage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't believe in language.
i don't believe in religion.
i don't believe in science.
hypocrites invented math,
and letters are fabricated.
fairytales are for children,
and chemicals don't exist.
i don't believe in art
i don't believe in love
i don't believe in life,
and i sure as hell don't
believe in death,
my eyes reflect light, not color.
my brain controls my emotions.
existence is a fucking nightmare
only a coffin can wake me from.
i'm just an imaginary poet;
faithless but not Fateless,
chimeric but not apathetic
(though i love to pretend)
i don't believe in anything,
phone calls from a ghost,
radio songs you listen to,
and phantoms of History,
i believe in you
even if you don't believe in me.