If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
BloodlineBloodline3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Javik, I'm going now."
Liara was dressed for a night out of the house. Her outfit was simple. It did not show excess skin, contrary to the popular style of the day, but the wine colored cloth fit snugly against her body. Javik stood defiantly in the middle of the room, his hand balled into a fist to keep it from reaching out and running along the curve of her hip.
He would treat this like any other battle. And he refused to show weakness.
"This is a pointless activity," he said firmly.
In his own cycle, people would back down when he used that voice. But Liara only fought back harder. She stood just out of his reach, placing her own hands on her hips. "Shepard and Tali will be here for only a few more days, and Tali needs to relax. This is her first night out without her family since the baby came." Her voice was calm and quiet, using the same tone she used when explaining something to their children.
Javik stole a quick glance behind him at the two girls playing happily tog
Those Violet Eyes- Part 2Ah ha ha ha ha! The most hilarious part is, we meant it! Right then, right there, we meant it! And it wouldn't last an entire day! It's so. Bucking. Hilarious!Those Violet Eyes- Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luna ruined it all. She told her mother about our location out of her before she could leave. Knowing that hurt, too. I actually trusted her.
So we were unceremoniously awoken, as the dawn finally arrived, by that Alicorn Queen. And she proceeded to kill me.
"Celestia Harmonia! Get up immediately!" was our alarm. We scrambled to our feet, hardly daring to believe our ears.
"M-Mother? How di-did thou findeth us?" Tia stuttered.
"Be silent, you disobedient, reckless, foolish filly! Thy good sister Luna informed me of thy destination! Thou art to return to Canterlot at once!"
"N-no, Mother. I am staying here with Discord."
"What didst thou say? Dost thou truly wish to ruin thy mother's celebration of victory with thy impulsive flight?"
"Mother, please, don't "
RainwaterHer hand pulled from mine –Rainwater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.
"I no longer
in storms like you."
Death of the PoetDear poetry,Death of the Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude
To Be YoungTo be young again,To Be Young5 years ago in Open More Like This
To feel the spring in my step
Like a pogo stick on a hot summer sidewalk
The pulling and bunching of muscles
Like well-oiled pistons
And the fluidity of movement
Like a birds carefree swoop across the sky
To feel laughter like blood in my veins
And summer like a never-ending melody
That sings, sings in my ears
Like the twilight call of crickets
And the cool of a sharp moonlit night
To feel passion like sunlight on my skin
And to burn with a fierce desire
Like pitch in a roaring campfire
To feel the surety of black and white
And not know shades of grey
Or longing unanswered
Or loss immeasurable
Oh, to be young
A Walk in the SunI walked in the sun todayA Walk in the Sun4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The early spring flowers
Turning their faces up to greet me
As lazy bugs grumbled at the motors
Purring in the distance
My legs flexed and stretched
To cover ground
I kept time to the beat of my heart
And the intake of breath
And smiled at the others
Who came out to soak
In the weak, but welcome rays
Warm CookiesShe curls her tailWarm Cookies4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A little white paw
And looks at me
From the sheet
Of warm cookies
She lies upon
Night TerrorsNow I lay me down to sleep,Night Terrors6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I slid my hand between the sheets.
I will lie before I wake,
I know the Devil, my soul he'll take.
Guilt and Anger fill me up,
Hands are shaking, I've had enough.
This went on for way too long,
All my thoughts of sleep are gone.
The eyes on the walls watch me now,
The room seems alive somehow.
My eyes are wide open still,
Someone shoot me, I've had my fill.
God is good, God is great,
With Him now I feel no hate.
I rest easy with Him here,
Always now, I feel Him near.
Their last words...The rain.Their last words...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So cold and pure on the merciless streets of the city.
She walks alone.
Her legs slightly wobbly.
Visible in her beautiful amber eyes shinning from the citys blinding lights.
She stops in a dark alley.
A sinful needle drawn out of her bag.
Needle piercing through her pale and flawless skin sending in the vicious poison to her core.
She cant take it.
Lifes too hard.
People are uncaring.
She suddenly starts to hurry.
Somebody is waiting for her.
Rushing through the noisy streets.
She stops in a park.
Waiting for her.
She approaches him.
Hugs him tenderly.
Holds him in her arms as her legs collapse.
Her world is spinning and slowly fading away.
Her last words.
You are the only person I wanted to see before I died I love you
His eyes wide.
He shakes her softly.
But its no use.
Her eyes are closed.
To be never opened again.
Crushed - Chapter OneChapter One ChampionCrushed - Chapter One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How did I get here? It seemed like just yesterday I was in my early teens, battling trainers for the thrill of it, meeting new people and growing up. Stopping Team Rocket and becoming Champion of the Johto region had just been part of the fun. Yet it made the adventure even more fun for me, and I never regretted a minute of it. In fact, it opened so many doors for me to meet even more people and become stronger. So, I had to ask again, how did I get here?
It was one in the afternoon on a quiet Monday; the grandfather clock down the hall chimed once, and then the house became silent once more. Hibiki had to be downstairs doing somethingwhat, I had no idea. But there was no noise, nothing to break the silence that clouded our house. Normally I would have been up and about by now, but I would probably not get out of the house today. Or maybe tomorrow.
I had to admit, I was slightly embarrassed to still be living with a roommate at the age of twenty
At any Cost - Chapt 1At any Cost - Chapt 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
At Any Cost
Chapter 1: No one could ever stop it now...
Under the darkness of night, the old run down hospital's long winding hall didn't seem to have an end. Guns drawn, Sam and Dean moved swiftly and meticulously through the maze of corridors, carefully making their way over debris that littered the floor as they searched the rooms one by one for the source of the haunting that had brought them out there in the first place. After refusing to play their role as vessels in the final battle between Heaven & Hell, the brothers were determined to find their own way out of the mess they'd made; choosing to fight for themselves rather than give in to the angels and demons that were trying to tear them apart for their own purpose. Despite being wanted by both sides, the threat of a looming Apocalypse and the fact that all odds were against them coming out of it alive, going back to hunting and keeping busy seemed like the best distraction... if only to keep the crushing weight off their shou
Frozen WhirlpoolFrozen Whirlpool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere...in the ocean
There is a whirlpool...that is...frozen
I no longer had anything keeping me bound to this world
You were my love, you were my chain, and my heart was a link
And I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your face anymore
So my knees gave, as I let my thoughts break, and I forced myself to sink
Somewhere...in the darkness
There is a soul...which became faithless
All those memories down the drain
I feel the bitterness of hope
While my tears rain
I cannot cope
Somewhere...in the depths
There is a spark...cradled by emptiness
My pain will always remain in time
As I never wanted to let you go
But I still got left behind
Only to dwell in remorse
Somewhere...along the path
Came a point...where I couldn't stand
I knew there would be no moving on
And there would be no going back
Because I can't stand the thought
Of potentially losing any of that
Somewhere...in my mind
There is a time...when I loved my
Look Into the Lonely MindShe sits alone,Look Into the Lonely Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her thoughts chasing one another
In an endless game of tag.
Things no one else can grasp.
Music and movies play,
Repeating themselves over and over.
Books have been written
Only to be forgotten.
Names with pictures,
Words with no voice,
Art that cannot be shown.
Communicating with words that make no sense
And trying to fit in,
Resulting in failure.
Admired by many,
Refused by them all.
Beautiful and she knows it
But doesn't believe it.
A touch to liven,
A word to kill.
Confused by the answers
To the questions she asks.
Then it all comes back to...
8:30 A.M. Mountain TimeI was late for work8:30 A.M. Mountain Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I always put on my shoes
in front of the television
and watch the news
I wish I hadnt that day--
I saw buildings burning
death from above
who had no wings
I cried for them
I sat on the couch in
stunned, unbelieving silence
staring at the carnage
that had already passed
It was 8:30 A.M. Mountain Time
It was 10:30 Eastern Time
I was late for work
I watched the South Tower fall
over and over and over again
then, the North Tower fell, too
over and over and over again
I cried for them, too
and then I heard about the Pentagon
and about Flight 93
my shoes remained untied
Work would have to wait
Today, too many people died
© John Hardesty 2001
Those Violet Eyes- Part 1Oh, how wonderful! A guest! Barely anypony comes by the garden these days. Aside from her, that is. It gets so very dull. Stay and talk a while, my good pony! Who knows, maybe you'll get hateful enough to push me that much closer to freedom. Even if not, it's always nice to have a little chat!Those Violet Eyes- Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh, but I forgot. You can't hear me, can you? Of course not. A statue can't very well speak now, can it? I'm just rambling to myself, in my mind, as always. What fun. But I'll tell you what; I'm just gonna go ahead and pretend you can hear me. Much less mundane that way, yes?
So, since you were kind enough to drop by, I thought we'd share stories. Everypony loves a good story, right? I'll tell you how I came to be here, and then you tell me how you did. Fair enough? Good. Oh, and you can't leave. The very least I can do in this rocky situation of mine (ah ha ha, aren't I just the wittiest?) is compel you to stay. So stay.
Now, where to begin? What was the
Down to My BonesTake me down to my bonesDown to My Bones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strip me bare of all the clutter
The jumble that has become my life
Lay me in a soft bower
Scented sweet as new cut hay
Sunlight glinting through cracks
And shining gold in arcs around me
Let me feel the leather of your hands
Rough distress against the smooth
As ardor, long forgotten, is relearned
Restore me; revitalize me, rebuild me
Take me down to my bones
800 Miles800 miles800 Miles6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2 tanks of gas
4,000 shifts in a seat
to ease the cramps
1,000,000 thoughts racing
through empty head
each and every one
3 birds dodged
and one coyote
quite make it
a long days drive
to lay it all on the line
and hold nothing back
in the vineyard
800 miles to meet new people
some who traveled farther
who also laid it all on the line
and held nothing back
their moments were SIEZED!
verses floated on soft spring breezes
while wine flowed with relative ease
they left the stage in a
as each person performed
their works of a lifetime
and left us wanting more!
2 tanks of gas
the trip back seemed to
take no time at all with
a million new memories to treasure
and friends to share them with
Mirrors--TankaWhite wisps of vaporMirrors--Tanka6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
taking any shape they want
softly scroll the sky
reflected in still water
vanity serves no purpose
Happy Motoring Fast car slow cHappy Motoring5 years ago in Other More Like This
Fast car slow car
slow car Fast car
lice car: Fast car
police car:fast car
policse lcaor:wfacsta crar
police:fastcar slow car
if you dont understand...If you dont understand what im about; if you dont understand who I am; if you dont understand why Im the way I am .if you dont understand...6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Wrap your mind around this.
If you dont understand why I dance, you need to watch me dance again. Look closer. Look at my eyes. Can you see right through me? Like im made of glass? You see my heart, you see my veins? You hear that music? Thats me your hearing. The rhythm my blood, and the beat my heart. Without this I can never be. If you dont understand run it back again.
If you dont understand why I laugh, you need to listen to me again. Listen closer. Listen to my voice. can you see right through me? Like im made of sky? My lungs my brain, Filled with air and thoughts of joy. Look at the sky, youll find me there. Look in the ocean, youll find me there. Look in the center of the earth, youll find me there too. I laugh at myself, I laugh at everything
Pokemon Beta GoldBeta stuff in games has always interested me. I've always been the type to ask "What if this was in the final version?" Or "How come they took this out?" Most of the time I never found out, but it was fun to pretend and theorize. But an experience that happend a while ago has turned me off of beta theorizing, though.Pokemon Beta Gold4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started a few years ago. Pokemon platinum had recently come out, and my intrest in pokemon had hit another peak. Like many other people my age, my favorite games were Gold and silver versions. After a small google search, I discovered the Pokemon GS beta.
I was ecstatic All of this stuff, beta pokemon designs, beta items, and at one point in the game you even got a skateboard. But the best part of all was the fact that it was on the original gameboy. I began to theorize like a madman.
A few weaks later, a ROM site that I usually visit had added a new rom to it's Database. Which was kind of strange, they usually make an announcement when ever they add new ones. I shrugge