The Witch's Admirers Simple etiquetteThe Witch's Admirers3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and simple needs
for another space to be.
but fruit is costly
and bones are far from rot.
Why do you burn me,
for perils I have with fraught?
(~ frightened by the powers, that we have not ~)
DeathIf death is the only sure thingDeath8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then what is life but death's
It's a waiting period
For our better
Yet you cling to this short passage,
And refuse to understand.
Death has long been portrayed
The worst of horrors we must try
How is it you miss the beauty
Of when it all comes
To a close?
Surely you know there's a night
To each day.
How can you deny yourself
The comfort of coming home?
Death is not cold, nor distant,
As it waits
To welcome you into its arms.
The gentleness of embrace
To the fear of your mortal hearts.
For Death knows,
As I know,
What is feared is not itself,
And once that has passed,
All move on
To see the truth its loving hand
Is happy to give:
In life we die;
In death we learn to live.
Elle and Mias Chapter 86Hilda sat on the stoop of Mias' manor watching her father and sister discuss their strategy for Elle's rescue while she was left to worry over everyone's fate. She perked her head up at the sound of the door opening and watched a green-in-the-face Mias trudge out into the open air. He was shortly followed after by the scholarly vampire who closed the door behind them.Elle and Mias Chapter 862 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What did you do?" Hilda caught Malcolm's attention, allowing Mias to put further distance between them.
"Hm? Oh, just a little bit of revenge," Malcolm grinned and held back from shadowing his former master. "And what about you? Shouldn't you be helping your father and sister?"
Hilda lowered her head. "They don't want my help. I know it's because they're worried my injuries will put me in jeopardy, but I hate being useless at a time like this… And I've got so much on my mind! I know Elle's the one who's in real danger, but I'm… more worried about Abernos… And that doesn't make sense."
"Ah," Malcolm sunk down onto the ste
HazelToday I've seen you again,Hazel8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've looked in the ocean
of you beautiful eyes
you said my name,
so now I'm living again.
Soon I will die, just
to come back from
your voice says
I'm still breathing
your scent, hoping
to be lucky enough
for doing it for the rest
of my life.
I love you,
Voices in the SnowVoices in the Snow2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The message on the psychic paper said it was a gift. A set of coordinates he didn't recognize.
"I know you love the snow, sweetie. So I know you'll love this planet. And I know you've been traveling alone, you know better than that," she said with wifely scolding. He grinned sadly.
"So this is my gift to you. On Christmas morning, materialize on this planet, step out into the snow, and think of all your friends. I know it's hard, sweetie, when you've lost so many, but do this for me. Love, River XOXO"
He smiled at those Xs and Os, she always signed her messages with a kiss, ever since the first one. He wished it could be a real kiss, but he'd sent her away too, and, eventually, she'd gone.
He pressed his lips gently to those Xs and Os. He wished he could have kept her around, but he'd done it for her own safety. Competent as she was, it was too dangerous around him. He wouldn't risk her. Not her, the last one left.
But, she was stubborn, and beautiful, and even banished from the
The Phoenix is a LieI am not a phoenix.The Phoenix is a Lie4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you burn me down
I won't rise from the ashes
fresh and smiling
wiser and forgiving.
I am like a tree.
Try to set me ablaze
and I will smolder
for endless days
and my leaves will fall like tears
before I wither
a skeleton still standing
and the only thing to rise
will be a new me
scarred, and by the fire
I am now twisted.
WithdrawThe bashful mimosa behind my ears bloomingWithdraw4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling petals returning into the breathing abyss
Sunlight escaping from within my closed fist
Hidden selves emerging from the primal sea
Meditating upon the compass rose of the heart
Root chakra slowly spreading its scarlet petals
Thoughts spinning into quiet mandalas of vines
Dreams diving through the waves like orcas
White lilies growing from the cursive on my diary
Protected by the silver ring of a promise to myself
Silence spreading underneath my folded wings
Leafless trees reminiscing the summer greens
The ghosts of yesterday hold me in their embrace
The iridescence of being loved like a fragile dream
Shared moments melt together into a stream of gold
In the beyond where all our souls come together
You do not realizeHer warm voice goes straight to the heart ... love a woman I never expected...You do not realize8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart two thousand per hour, an already worn heart of earth, and happiness that I try desperately to hide.
It's not beautiful what is beautiful, it is beautiful what we like, my favorite proverb, and the life lesson I learned when I first saw you.
It has the beauty of a deserted beach, with a wild sea with its farthest limits. The hair, like the foaming waves, framing her face, covering it at times, and rebellious with the wind lets out. As if nobody looked... Perhaps she did not realize the goddess she is?
But I saw you ... Damn the second I saw you! You left a wound in my soul that adores you; It is as if something had broken, a dock, a barrier that has been released this river of tears and sobs.
A horrible suffering devours me, breathing my heat stays there, listening to the heart, feeling the skin rubbing and enveloped by the cool night wind.
Only the slow thrum of a distant clock, the surrounding bre
IllusionWords are easy, they flow and cascade over crumbling realitiesIllusion4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words flow from my tongue weaving things that do not belong together
Spells to make bridges or to collapse back into the mists of creation
Fairy-money that can purchase things only with unyielding devotion
Words strike hard at enemies that are only shadows on the wall
Tearing answers from the skin of a loved one reaching to embrace
While the world goes on, demanding actions over admonitions
As the storm keeps spinning in the glass we drink for oblivion
My feet are sore and weary from treading over strange lands
My eyes are red and hurting from trying to fathom difference
So from a distance I create worlds to crush them in revenge
Behind barricades made of the bones of mutilated memories
Humans depicted in books feel fragile underneath my fingers
Contempt makes sense only when I avert their troubled gaze
The pain and hurt and love in their eyes that evokes wonder
So I tie a rosary around the heart to turn it into stone
PsycheThere was a daisy growing on my head, turning and swaying like a carousel. Upon the daisy was a family of butterflies pinned down with garish pins. Their wings had creaking hinges, their metal plated wings flashing melting light.Psyche9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The mist was broken by the silhouettes of black trees separating from their own shadows. The movement of my fingers was soft like air mixed with whirlpools of honey, quiet like the still forest behind the sleeping birds. On my tongue rested the bitter herbs of spring.
White butterflies made blue shadows on the steamy windowpane, beating transparent stripes across the blurred view. The world became an aquarium with sea turtles moving in patterns across the wavering turquoise. My soul forged burning loops within my frosted skull.
The sides of the onyx highrises on the Moon burned red against the rising Sun. The aliens joined their hands in a circle of telepaths around the abyss. Their silver foreheads mirrored the movement of the merging clouds.
the discrepancies of burnsI thought that I could pretend that I was flawed like you,the discrepancies of burns2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but between the fire trucks and burning buildings
there was a trail of watered down ash.
I didn't get any closer to the door of your house
and I never fully invested in following the leader;
you never knew what I really meant
when I hopscotched to the end of the earth
and told you I wasn't yellow.
You accused me of wearing a helmet,
purifying the air with a spray of arrogant toasts
compliments of the side walk hydrants,
but I was knee deep in the sludge
and you mistook my wisdom for
standing on a soap box,
and you were convinced
that you had walked the earth.
At once I knew you were looking up from the hole you had declared humanity in,
and your eyes always crystallized when you were just having a bit of fun.
I took accounts, the faces of registers, apart from pretense.
You like fairy tales and lions and think you can spin webs
like a queen spider while you sit on your bedroom floor
alone with a cat's cradle in your hands
FutureCrown me with pearls under the glass ceiling where the successful have a catwalk in funeral attire. We breathe out clouds of evaporated dreams in twisting incense smoke.Future2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ropes of the swing hung on the last pine are falling apart, the square playground a desert among hives and graffiti trees. A rusted elf made of old car parts leans over the flowerbeds.
The children feed an apathetic crocodile crackers and stare into the murky water of its terrarium. The bald parrot's blue feathers have been stained with oil leaking through the roof.
In a tower made of dilapidated wood, a princess lifts up a sleeve and perfect azure pours from the wounds. The wartime radio echoes inside the glass sphere until the vacuum swallows it up.
We wait on the first steps of the saucer. In the pale hues of the barely lit night, we draw lines in the parts of each others' bodies that we do not recognize.
You pick up a burning star from my tongue. The sea is pure white crashing waves, sided by silken algae float
FateThe sky leaked into the room, carried by doves splitting into triangles cut by the rays of the golden Sun, as I was listening to the sound of the rolling waves in the caves underneath. Climbing roses filled the heavy air of my abode with a light pink scent, while I reminisced the feeling of my hair flowing to my shoulders as I was pirouetting, the strings of the puppeteer tugging at my pale limbs tinted by the hues filtered through the stained glass windows.Fate11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took the bow and played on the strings on my chest, slow notes that are like brass rivers that run along my spine. My red skirt hid yet unborn worlds in the darkness of its folds, while the mechanical Zodiac wheel turned around the complex built of white stone, waking the nuns at dawn with the rumble of pinions.
Somewhere far beneath, an oak door engraved with images of Hell sealed in a boy with horns. The fire clung to the hearts of candles and the logs in the fireplace, illuminating his pale face that was still unst
EvanescentA deer watched amid the rowanberries, horns growing thin leaves that trembled in the wind. The sound of the violin twisted around the branches like vines of tarnished bronze. Faes faded from the shade of the rocks in the time it takes to pluck a sound from a kantele.Evanescent6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The thoughts of the girl rose into the sky like snakes diving through the deep silence of the ether. When others had been reciting names of cities, she had blindly grown towards the flickering flame within. She could still hear their distant laughter through the pearlescent haze filled with the songs of the ancestors.
She was destined to pass like a shooting star soon back to the embrace of the melancholy roots of trees, saving the sights of the seasons in the cracks of her heart. Only a half-born, her twin still waited for her behind the thin veil of time, touching her shoulders in lonely twilight.
The earthly twin searched for herself in the pieces of mirror strewn on the ground, collecting fragments of the blue sky into
Naughty Irish SpiritsPoor Molly Deegan was so very tired. She had done her nightly rituals in a stupor and when her fiery red head hit the pillow, she was gone into dreamland without a stray thought.Naughty Irish Spirits4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her corgi's barks jolted Molly back to wakefulness and this, she couldn't ignore. With a muttered oath, she flung the blankets back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She cringed at the cold air and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her self. A blue streak of curses trailed along behind her as she stomped into the kitchen to investigate.
She was momentarily shaken out of her foul mood when she saw that the kitchen was undisturbed. She stood in sleepy dumbness until she realized that there was a glow from the garage window.
Walking outside, Molly saw that the garage door was ajar and peering inside, she saw Aedan heaving the last of the broken shards of glass into the recycling bin, the partial logo on the shard revealing that it was one of her college bar glasses.
The Homeless Shelter The morgue was colder than Douglas expected. He jammed his good hand into his pocket, but the fingers trapped in his cast were exposed. The cold bit into them, and he prayed they would go numb soon.The Homeless Shelter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Detective,” the coroner said as he came out of his office. “How nice to see you again. But to be honest, you weren’t the detective I was expecting. Where is McKenzie?”
“Probably hiding under his desk. I got roped into coming down here to talk to you.”
“Hmm. I wonder what I could have done to make him avoid me. Well, no matter. I’ll be with you as soon as I finish signing these release forms. It’s always bittersweet, letting the corpses go to their loved ones. I feel like a bond has formed during our time together.”
Mias and ElleCh20: The BallArian nearly fell over in his chair when he saw Elle enter with the tattooed woman. They swept in; dresses swirling around their feet liked goddesses. They looked heavenly with the soft lighting from the room setting their skin aglow.Mias and ElleCh20: The Ball3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The entire room seemed to feel the same because all the men stopped to stare in with desire and the women did the same but with jealousy burning their eyes behind the elaborately decorated masks. As they walked, the crowed moved out of their way like they were parting curtains.
Arian stood, walking to Elle and bowing before her. She had applied a light pink shadow that swept out from the corner of her eyes, peeking from behind the white mask.
Arian smiled at her. "Can I have this dance?"
She took his outstretched hand and nodded at the woman beside her. "I will see you later, Azreal."
The woman nodded. "You will." Then turned and walked into the crowd.
Elle's hand slid into his and Arian pulled her gently onto the dance floor. They twirled and spun and fo
Concrete NightsConcrete Nights5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
How unfair is the world that claimed her body? She's lost deep in the flesh of the night, like a bleeding heart inside a hollow point bullet inside the body the sun left behind.
She drowned in the arms of darkness and grew shimmering gills just to keep breathing. She became blind to the light of day, learned to survive on the blur and quiver of streetlights and headlights from behind wet mascara eyelashes.
That hard pavement throws the world back onto itself in bruises of water; time drags itself between the cracks with the sound of rubber against gravel and electric windows going down.
Strange voices in smoke filled cars spill like whirls of tar into the cold air. Lost eyes, angry eyes and her eyes; her body a wound hidden behind a strained smile. White teeth, white nights, white sheets, white lies.
Sweat and variations on water, warmth of meat and muscle, limbs turned in fake embraces soaked in pain and muffled grunts, broken whispers and screams scattered by rough hands, dren
Final HourIn my final hour,Final Hour5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I shall cast all aside.
My heart harkens
not to the sound of love,
but to my own demise.
Mere existence has
claimed all I once knew
of the subtleties of joy.
July 15th, 2010
The ReasonThe ReasonThe Reason2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"A dark poem of despair, heartache & extreme sadness."
If you see me laughing, with a friend in the rain,
and you think I am happy, look closer again.
The reason I am laughing, is to drown out the pain,
from all the years of child abuse and terror that reigned.
If you see me walking, skipping in the rain,
Do you think, I am sane? You will have to think again!
The reason I am walking, is not because I'm vain,
but blocking years of grief and sorrow from my brain.
If you think my heart is beating, like a drum,
all radiant, loved up, like the melting sun. Wrong!.
The reason my heart is beating, for so long,
is because of all the barbed wire, that is hanging on.
If you see me looking, as you go by,
Oh!, she is so glowing, that glint in her eye.
The reason I am looking is because I cannot see,
anything left in life, that is good for me.
If you see me talking on my mobile phone,
I wish she would ring me or at least try my home.
The reason I don't ring
how gentlyHow gently does the hurt begin,how gently3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to touch another's silken skin
with washes of a loving dream
that ebbs as soft as
to dissipate like diamond suns
our love is just a shallow one,
that swims within a salty sway
of all the things we didn't say.
mercurythis really happened:mercury1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
an evening in March
which snow encircled
like a lover, like a
an evening in March
that clung like dew
to my skin,
that hovered on my breath
like faeries’ wings—
an evening in March
that rankled my blood,
that drew quicksilver,
out of my veins.
an evening in March
that stretched wafer-thin
into a night
I wasn’t there to see.
Gypsy LaceShe wove her gypsy laceGypsy Lace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath a wayward moon,
as the wrinkles gathered
beneath her aging eyes.
Nimble her fingers
thread stories of the ages,
while when each colored strand
voices of the dead whispered.
She worked before the
where centuries before
her ancestors once
played the melodies
upon a Roma guitar.
Where the women danced
among their flaunting veils
embolden of vibrant
hiding not the passions
of the soul.
MaunderingsThe 4th Doctor could be so insanely annoying most of the time, but Romana had learned that under that frivolous exterior, lay an unusual wisdom.Maunderings1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He sat on the hilltop, one knee cocked, picking the burrs off his boots one by one and flicking them into the tall grass.
The wind sighed around him, the golden sun beamed down. Romana stood over him in her white gown and stared down at him, hands on her hips.
“What are you doing?”
He tilted his head so he could see her under his hat brim, his pale eyes calm. “I’m picking the burrs off my boots,” he said, as if it wasn’t obvious.
She crouched down, crossing her arms on her knees. She considered him seriously. She tilted her head in worry. “You’re not usually this quiet.”
“I’ll have you know I’m often quiet. Just not often all together,” he said, flicking another multicolored burr away.
She sat down beside him, tucking her legs up beside her, leaning on