1000 ways to die (ON HOLD)i. she hung herself from violin strings,1000 ways to die (ON HOLD)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fiddling madly as she went.
ii. it's funny, nobody ever checks the cake
when they're looking for razors.
iii. they riddled her with bullets.
one day, her bones will be children's flutes.
iv. sometimes, they aren't under the bed.
sometimes, they are in the closet.
v. she ate a poisoned apple;
too bad she never found a prince.
vi. it's always the quiet ones.
why does nobody suspect the quiet ones?
vii. he had soft hair like raven wings;
she found he had the talons to match.
viii. the desert swallowed her
and the wind played her ribs like a harp.
ix. sometimes, you get a visit from Auntie Flo,
but sometimes it's the red knight requesting lodging instead.
x. her skin was perfect porcelain,
but she had dry rot in her bones.
xi. she found a spinning wheel in the attic;
it didn't bring a kiss, just tetanus.
xii. he held the knife against her skin so gently,
so why did it hurt so badly?
xiii. somehow, she came to believe she could fly.
she could not.
ASSASSINS CREED SOLDATO PREVIEW CHAPTERASSASSINS CREED SOLDATO PREVIEW CHAPTER2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
List of Italian words : bene good/well
Mai sorella my sister
The sun raised its head over the horizon as it greeted the people of southern Italy. The cool morning air welcomed the various consumers of the market district. The citizens of Rome bustled about as they started thier day, unaware of the silent protector that was observing their lives.
Birth of happinessA first glance at perfection my soul falls dearly and I am amazed,stunned,petrified I never thought I would be gifted with a firm glance at my dreadful drug she's like Cyanide to me.Birth of happiness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"only wish right now; is to have her for myself."
May this be true why has this happened, wishes never come true for me, from her beautiful lips to perfect voice she whispered in my ear,
"would you like to be my partner?"
From this moment on:
I will give my life for her, she is my priority, my goal, my reason to move on.
I will never leave her, when I am with her stars fall, and time S T O P S by just a simple gaze at her beautiful eyes.
"Well I guess this is what simpletons call,
|T R U E L O V E|
Wrong NumberThe phoneWrong Number1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the wall
when spoken to
when crooked fingers
Reach for five but press the two.
VanityGlance at reflection,Vanity3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Preening time begins.
the corner womanHer arms are a vasethe corner woman10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
holding a cardboard sign:
Need to feed my baby
on the other a child dangles
heedless of the passing traffic
the mangled thoughts of destitution
scribbled in black sharpie
and the distasteful rawness of her composition
like old milk in the drivers' mind
It bothers only with a can of pringles
the showering crumbs that disperse on the floor,
and the floor is far and black
the cars bright and shinny,
and the sun lingers and lingers
and it bothers under the clothes
and the eyes with the same passing sights,
and the prinlge dust sometimes dances and dies
The lot is empty at times,
traffic scurrying like rats away from a gangrenous trap
She looks at her child
the dirt lightly pampering its chin and left cheek,
the missing sock on its left foot,
the matted hair
and her eyes wander about,
expressed in her slack mouth,
wondering about the cars
and the mayhaps and perchance
of the car and the man who would dangle his arm out with a hug and
take her home and lavish her
or a che
Fall To GroundI asked the god a question.Fall To Ground7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In which it gave me no reply.
It happened when an angel fell,
As I came walking by.
Her wings were burnt and broken,
As they flapped useless at her sides.
And the part I’ll leave unspoken,
Are the anguished words she cried.
Her neck was collard tight.
And her wrists were bound in chains.
Try as hard as I might,
She refused admit the pain.
I know a broken angel,
She’s close yet so astray.
I’ve seen her hidden smiles,
And the pain she hides away.
I know it’s not my place to ask,
But the answers have no sound.
And though you may not like it,
The meaning feels profound.
And I look up at the clouded skies,
Calling up from down.
If heavens such a perfect place…
Why do angels fall to ground?
Please Find MeOnce, long ago, I lost something precious to me.Please Find Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I went through something very painful at the past.
Something very, very painful.
Even now, my heart hurts.
Even now, the pain still lingers from when I lost what was precious to me.
But I am still searching for that things most precious.
I am me, and I am one of 'them'.
Because I'm me, and I am not a human.
Even so, because it is so.
Someone who loves me because I'm me.
Someone who I'll love because he is him.
The 'someone just for me'.
I know that I am you and you are me.
That's how I know that inside of me, I'm one full person.
I am happy when that person smiles and when he is near.
Yes, I am happy when that person is happy.
That person is special, different from other people.
'You found it!'
The things that makes that person special and different from the rest is that he's him.
I found him; the person that's precious and special, the someone just for me.
I hope that person finds them, the things he can't do because he is him.
I have f
Mind's EyeTo see others mindMind's Eye3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I sit upon this park bench
Walking in their shoes
Catharsis of loveSwiftly I sail this ship that is sinking;Catharsis of love1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes blacked, blind to the flaws in her design.
Cutting the waves she carries me willing
To the place I go; where ideals reside.
Soon find myself on a distant shore-line,
Crushed down by the weight of my own mistakes.
As my ship is carried off by the tide
Never once did I think about the stakes.
Sorry my Dearest that I did forsake,
Under umbrage of eyes and ears that pry,
Catharsis of love. I hear your heart break
Killing what was once lush, now dull and dry.
I hope you know this is not what I wanted,
That I am trapped by my hubris, and haunted.
Dragons and TitansA mile long fission powered dragon does not usually cower. However, Itzpapalotl found that cowering was probably the wisest course of action. So she cowered as best a being of her stature could.Dragons and Titans4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She stopped all her distress calls to her sisters and turned off every observation beacon she had carefully scattered over the planet. Each component of her body that leaked electromagnetic signatures was either shut down or shielded.
She extended carbon plates between her layers of radioactive thorium, sopping up their energy and bringing herself dangerously close to subcriticality. As the neutron bathed plates heated up she pumped water through them, then out to her frills.
In the depths of the argon ocean she hid.
Become quiet. Become cold. Become uninteresting.
Perhaps then the Titan would not find her.
The Titans! Waves of fear went through her processing nodes. She remembered being made, the pale humanoid agents of the Guild for the Promotion of Human Diversity watching and monitor
dreaming is the only time You'll ever be in my bedmy heart sinks that cold sinking feelingdreaming is the only time You'll ever be in my bed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the titanic would feel if You were an iceberg
because i crashed crashed crashed, again,
last night, and the night before that, and
the night before that... and the night before
the night before the night before... and it's
never the same dream-always a sequel, or
a series-it's always involving You, whether
You're in lust with me or just playing a joke
on me; the joke is on me, see, i pinched my
skin & still didn't wake up. i was convinced
it was real for once. no, no, it wasn't. no, i
cried myself awake. fuck this emo bullshit,
but it's true. sometimes the hardest things
in life are the most painful to believe. Your
name, forever ingrained, a leech. You can't
possibly comprehend "this", whatever "this"
even is, if this is anything at all. the facets
of You, not-me, & the external dimensions
between raw nostalgia & the metaphysical;
no, love is like a tumour in my c
the holiday paradox"Welcome to Planet Holiday!" A green man tipped his top hat while I exited the ship.the holiday paradox1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why is it called Planet Holiday? Are there a lot of holidays?
"Yes." The green man chuckled. "There is one holiday, called The Great Holiday, which occurs at the end of the year."
"Don't you think that your planet's name is misleading?" I shrugged. "I don't consider one holiday a lot."
"Why not at all! We consider the eve of a holiday as its own holiday. So the penultimate day of the year is The Great Holiday Eve."
"Okay, so two holidays a year -- more than one -- but stil not very many. On my planet, we have a ton more, and we don't name it Planet Holiday."
"What's silly about your species is how you fail to celebrate the eves of your holidays. Even your traditional ones."
"Not true," I say. "On Christmas Eve I get to open one present, and my sister and I hang up our stockings with care."
"So you celebrate Christmas Eve, but why not Christmas Eve Eve? The third to last day of the year her
a marriage between modern alchemists at TiffanysRemove your wedding ringa marriage between modern alchemists at Tiffanys1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
& go back inside your cage
(the one on my bed tucked
deep within my fantasy). I
am Rumpelstiltskin's ex-lover twice
removed; I spin clichés into gold &
recycled vows into gold bands that
smother your fingerbone. The left
hand, the one closest to the heart–
connected through arterial ellipsis–
it clenches the scarecrow ribcage I
once loaned to a farmer's whore. I
pulled out the last straw
like a Jenga block. A tug
or two to remind myself
that I'm not made of tin.
Take off your jewelry & skin
like a size-one stripper. The
imprint etched around your
metacarpus now a hickey &
for the grand finale I shall concoct you
an aphrodisiac fresh from my brewery:
LovePotion #You. I'd offer you a sip if
another tongue had not already coiled
around yours like a wedding ring.
HeartacheHeadache. Pounding. Thumping. STOP.Heartache8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers. Kisses. Cuddling. STOP.
Anger. Frustration. Pain. STOP.
Smiling. Laughter. Flirting. STOP.
Rising. Rising. Rising. STOP.
Falling. Crying. Dying. STOP.
Gun MissingIt's the tenth of september;Gun Missing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm sitting in a parking lot.
A white civic crawls past me and I think I recognize the driver.
suddenly it's chilly.
I stretch the sweatshirt out, wrapping his arms around and around me and around
The car has been gone a while.
I try to remember what my toes feel like without wiggling them.
I smoosh my eyeballs into my kneecaps ---> there's a new color there for me.
Maybe if you ground up bricks and bones!
-maybe it's that color-
Sometimes it changes though.
It's one of the spiral staircases from Atlantis.
I wonder how it got all the way up here.
I wonder how it got inside my eyes.
They needed somewhere it would be safe probably.
I'm glad they can trust me.
I think I slept,
but I don't remember falling asleep and I don't remember being asleep.
Also, I don't remember waking up.
I check for the staircase.
It's the color of her old robe today.
The one we threw out when she...
It used to have a dragonfly on the tag.
Decembersville Ch. 35Chapter 35 Small but sad trip to Eccentric AvenueDecembersville Ch. 354 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
No way! Sophia exclaimed with amazement.
All the way, girl! Cassia answered back with a smile while she helped Butler to adjust some mechanisms on the piano stored down in the parlor. This piano will drive us faaaar across Downtown to Eccentric Avenue.
Ugh, that is so stupid, Campara scoffed with her nose in the air and her hands on her curvy hips. But sure. Go ahead. Im sure no idiot out there would notice a freaking piano carrying a group of derelicts across the country.
Mellon made an annoyed sigh and yelled at her Who is talking to you!? Would you just shut up!?
Say that again, ingrate!
Pendulum Tin interrupted the two immediately and said with a sweat &
Like A DollNail polish & safety pins,Like A Doll1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Charismatic Cheshire grins,
Neon hues & Paint Splatter
All I need to get them madder.
Buttons, boggles on the floor,
silly trinkets on my door.
Brush my hair & hold my hand.
Don't acknowledge all that leaking sand.
I have a tear,
I have a rip.
Just don't acknowledge my busted lip.
A little crack,
a tiny split.
Why are there purple bruises on my hip?
malti - tradeFor Maltimalti - trade6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Shes sitting on her windowsill watching the snow falling quietly. The light that falls through the window is soft and blue. The beautiful female cat anthro wears a thick white pullover and holds a cup of hot good smelling tee in her two paws. She rests one hind paw on the firing below the windowsill the other is set up the windowsill. Her green eyes look out silent and her face looks peaceful. Everything is covered in the white mystery of a winters afternoon just one hour away from sundown. Below her seems to be her bed. So she might go to bed after she has emptied her cup? Her fluffy tail curls up from time to time and you might think that you hear her purr.
Shhhh, stay silent. We wont disturb her .
travel back in time and buy you a bouquet of poemsYou must be April,travel back in time and buy you a bouquet of poems2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I'm a Fool
I would run across
a toxic sky for you
until I reach
you are the pot of gold.
I am the the pot of cold
winter lullabies and old
spring memories, a pot
I stole from a Marching
leprechaun, St Pa-trick,
revenge for p
petals from four-leaf c
lovers and shamerocks
loves me, loves me not,
leave me, leave me not,
leaves fall off forget-me
forget-me-nots and I
hate flowers and I hate
you, April, for bringing
showers that may or may
not bring May flowers,
but I live in the past.
My calendar shed its skin again,
like how February fired St Cupid
who fired his arrow in my heart;
two dead calendar p
Now it's the first of April, of you-
neither St Valentine nor St Patrick
will make this month any better
so let me jump off this rainbow
like a diving board in your cage
(drown in April Showers)
I hate holidays and seasons
and April-especially April-
and I'd say I hate you
thoughts when i see your reincarnation on my phoneyou rethoughts when i see your reincarnation on my phone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my past
of this boy
i had written
a couple of
a couple of
a couple of
so let me have
so let me have
so let me have
so let me have
prey for kuebikoi witnessprey for kuebiko2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hovering over your corpse
in the battlefield of a farm
like a needle in a haystack
(sew the needle in my eye;
cross-stitch the scarecrow
who never had the brains)
wolves ruin straw-houses
& i kill strawman-nequins
who cheat on me, but you
learned that the hard way
circle the crops,
crop you out of
your autopsy photo
because you ruined
such a lovely scenic
landscape with your
dead ugly grin & we
both know rigorous
sex before death
just causes rigor
to your sexdrive
big at all
(but try telling that to your ego)