Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep1 year ago in Writing More Like This
could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered
I wish my eyes were a mirrorI wish my eyes were a mirrorI wish my eyes were a mirror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so you can see you as i see
your heart was crushed by an image
built by a cruel society
I wish my eyes were a mirror
So that i may help you to believe
that what they say is lies
and show you how you are to me
I wish my Heart could speak clearer
to help you understand
that you are the only person
that can fill my empty hands
I wish i could be your savior
Wipe away your fresh tears
i would gently say i love you
as i hold you through the years
And i wish my soul was a healer
to undo all of the pain
Make all their hostile efforts
finally end in vain
But to you im just a stranger
or "Just friends at best"
because you fear that i will hurt you
just like all the rest
So i wish my eyes were a mirror
So you can see you as i see
And ill continue to count the days
until you become one with me.
The one who loved you the most (Goodbye)I suppose that i played all my cardsThe one who loved you the most (Goodbye)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And still it has ended like this
but somehow im able to smile
even though you chose to be his
Do you remember not to long ago
We hung out all day at the park
you told me to "never stop writing"
and one day id be loved for my art
Well this is my last one to you
Anymore would fail to reach your ears
And it hurts to have to say goodbye
After all of our prosperous years
But I suppose that love really changes us
Hell, you changed me more everyday
You shown me what it's like to have a purpose
and to not be the one cast astray
But through all this I still find a smile
Because i know now that this is your choice
And there is nothing i can do to change that
Nothing 'cept the power of God's voice...
But Now as i take my leave
And the tears start to reach the floor
Don't cry, just remember me always
As the one who loved you the most...
MusicLike a drug addict'sMusic11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
needle music elicits
pleasure within the
very depths of the soul.
It pulls the strings
of emotion like a
The melodies are like
stitches that closes the
lacerations that life has
cut into the fragile heart.
Odyssey II Submission: Chapter OneCHAPTER ONE: WORLD'S ENDOdyssey II Submission: Chapter One1 year ago in Writing More Like This
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. J.M. Barrie
The young redhaired woman was admiring herself in a full-length mirror. The vintage dress she was modeling reflected her fondness for the antique. She still laughed to think of how as a teenager she'd wandered from Victoria Station all the way down to the World's End area of the King's Road, somehow naively thinking that some glittering remnant of a 1960s storefront would magically appear.
A casual observer might have placed her in her late 20s or early 30s, with a sly smile that suggested a rare intelligence bubbling just below the surface. It was there to note or no; most did not and would discover that they'd badly misjudged her abilities. There were countless fresh-faced office boys who, upon attempting to engage her in some local gossip or office smut, found themselves galloping away with their tails (or other parts) between
SuicidalHow could you know?Suicidal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How could you possibly understand?
The hurt I feel,
With a blade in my hand.
I hunger for pain,
It cuts deep in my veins,
Crying every night--
Don't come closer,
I might just bite!
Blood gushing and rushing out,
Makes me want to scream and shout
Anger inside, I'm nearly fried.
I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't exist,
I beat myself up with my fists.
Bruises on my face,
I run or I'll be chased.
The sirens are blaring
*Shit!* I start swearing.
In my pocket I pull out a rope
Because I know that for me there's no hope.
Tie it to the bridge, then goes my neck,
Turn my head side to side, just to check.
Jump off without hesitation, it's getting late,
Black tears come from my eyes, black tears of hate.
The Host With the MostPaul staggered out into the early morning fog like a drunkard.The Host With the Most1 year ago in Writing More Like This
He hunched into the raised lapels of this too-thin jacket and wandered away from the hotel, disoriented, shivering--panic gnawing at his gut like a cannibal. "I need help," he thought, "but where?" The nearest hospital was the obvious answer, but the thought of what the doctors would do filled his mind with images of hospital beds with straps, extended isolation with no answers and needles piercing his flesh.
The mass on his thigh was growing--that was certain. Paul could feel it writhing and pushing against his flesh as he walked. Lost in his fears, he never noticed the black, windowless van pull up next to him until he heard the van door slide back violently, and rough hands reached out and pulled him out of the grey London mist into darkness.
He awoke with a headache, disoriented. His eyes would not focus and he began to panic, his heart pounding in his ch
Strange BeginningsPaul saw instantly that something had gone terribly wrong as soon as he turned down the street upon which the dry cleaners was located where he had dropped off his vomit stained trousers. It was a surreal feeling. Just moments ago he was here in this same spot and everything appeared perfectly normal, and now, he felt like he stepped into a movie. There were police cars, an ambulance, fire truck on the block and the building of the dry cleaners was taped off in police tape. Groups of officers were huddled together conversing. A barrier had been erected to keep civilians back.Strange Beginnings1 year ago in Writing More Like This
When he woke up this morning he felt almost as if he had spent a night of hard drinking (which he had not) and his head was still a bit groggy. It did not seem like it was shaping up to be a good day and it all begun with that troublesome train ride."What is going on here?" Paul asked one of the spectators. "No one is saying anything" The woman responded. "But I thought I saw them bring a body out, it looked all c
Skin Glowing From WithinLysanna felt a sudden change in her breathing, and knew than that something had happened to her Progeny. Though the organism was still very small, she shared a psychic link with it that would remain as it transferred from host to host. When the growth cycle was complete, the bond she had with the tiny bit of life would be severed as it emerged from the host with its own consciousness.Skin Glowing From Within1 year ago in Writing More Like This
She looked in the mirror at her gaunt face, the colors of her life force faded and barely moving under the surface of her tightly stretched, translucent skin. Her time in this world was diminishing and with every dying moment she hoped that her progeny would take hold in it's new host. She had tried transferring her progeny to the humans many times before, and felt the twinge of pain as it was violently rejected, leaving the host in throes of agony as it expelled the last bits of the strange organism. But this time, she was hopeful, for the progeny had thrived longer in t
BeautyBeauty isn't what's on TV,Beauty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty isn't what's in magazines.
Beauty isn't starving yourself,
Beauty isn't degrading your health.
Beauty isn't tall and lean,
Beauty doesn't go by society's means.
Beauty isn't makeup caked on your face,
Beauty shouldn't be a desirable craze.
Beauty can be on the inside too,
Beautiful is me and you.
The River bankWhen I'm down I like to tell myselfThe River bank1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everything will be okay
But when it just becomes a lie to myself
I take a walk down to the river bank
When I'm there I just watch the water flow
and feel envy for it's simplicity
Why does it get to lie around all day
Whilst life comes and tortures me
Then I think to myself everything has it's place
And every dog will truly have it's day
I may not be able to bite back right now
but i must build up the courage to stay
Stand strong in the face of pure aggravation
Stand strong when I am feeling weak
Stand strong because the very river that i had envied
Continues to push itself to reach it's peak
So I walk along my river bank
for it has always inspired me
And instead of standing still and letting me sink
It pushed forward and set me free.
Last Song of the NightYour handsLast Song of the Night10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This