MetempsychophiliaDefinition 1: An obsession with migrating one's mind into new bodies. Definition 2: A sexually-charged version of the above.Metempsychophilia6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It is important to clarify that a simple enjoyment of or frequency in exchanging bodies is not a sign of metempsychophilia; it is a pathological need to change bodies. Discussion of being made impure by adherence to one body and changing bodies several dozen times per day are clear warning signs.
Likewise, the metempsychological fetish requires the subject impugn on others' rights (e.g. forcibly exchanging shells) in order to be classified as a mental illness. A fondness for sexual body-switching is not enough.
Character Study - TheudericThe first few pale shafts of sunlight cast flickering streams of white fire onto the smooth floorboards, brought to life by the shivering of trees in the crisp zephyr that bore birdsong. The heavy curtains were unable to keep the morning at bay but it went unnoticed as the sleeper tossed and turned against the bonds of a bad dream. Judass beady black eyes couldnt tear themselves away from the struggle as a shimmering sweat broke over his skin, as a torrent of anguished murmers broke through into reality, as the strong, confident man was reduced to a powerless child plagued by vivid nightmares. Night was never a peaceful time in thCharacter Study - Theuderic6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
thE DarkNEsS Of loVeLet me tell youthE DarkNEsS Of loVe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a Love so old
A Love so true
A Love that was never
Meant to be .
The Darkness went
Completely against his nature
To fall for her
He was harsh
He was cruel
All he did was beg
For the pain of others
But then he saw
She soaked in the
He could not help
But watch from afar
The one he felt
So strongly for
She was his
So physically different
He was Dark
She spilled the Light
He so tall
She so small
He so strong
Her just hanging on
He so thin
She was not
But she was beautiful
At least in the eyes of Darkness
Look At The World Look at the world. It hasnt really changed that much. It looks much the same as it always has. Its still spinning, which might actually surprise a few people. True, therere a few more brown patches, that sandy colour where there arent any trees but where there should be. But theres still green too, theres still white, the poles are still hanging in there; and theres still one hell of a lot of blue!Look At The World6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Look at all the countries. Or maybe not all of them, actually, because I cant tell you what happened in most of them. In any of them except my country. See, after the Explosion, everything, ev
How MuchHow much?How Much6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
how much is needed
to take away the innocence
how much is needed
to damage simple trust
how much is needed
to lock a child away
forever hiding behind walls
and feeling nothing worth?
I have no way of telling
but realise at last
nothing they did to me
was small or insignificant
every time you touched
and did the things I never asked of you
that's when you took away
and simple trust
that's when I disappeared
behind the walls
how much is needed to break down every part
how much is needed to be free
free of poison deep within
how much is needed?
JournalsWhat are journals for?Journals6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep dark secrets written for the eyes
Books of emotion
A box filled with thoughts?
A key to my mind.
A pathway to my past
A bridge from you to me.
Too bad the river is dry.
The Demons WithinTo kiss the demons within,The Demons Within7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Would be the sweetest sin,
As it's almost surely followed by regret,
I assure you there is no reason to fret,
But to catch the demons within the heart,
Would be as hard as a point on a dart,
But why catch them? They only cause trouble,
To have them would only make your life crumble,
Trust me truly, I think I would know,
From my experience, my pain only grows,
But I am learning to set the demons free,
So that I can become what I truly wish to be.
Here you standHere you standHere you stand9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was no memory in which to rest
here you stand
your touch soft as moonlight
had I only known
I'd have hungered for you
My Name Is William WIP Pt1My Name is William, not a very original name, but my parents are traditionalists, as people round here go. This is my diary, its pages are paper and I'm writing in ink. Now this probably doesn't sound that impressive to you, whoever you are, I don't know who might be reading this, but when I started, I wasn't even able to pick up a pen or touch the paper in front of me.My Name Is William WIP Pt13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm three years old, in real time that is, well, any time. Contrary to what people believe, the inhabitants of the forum don't live sped up. It's just that we can do things quickly, progressively quicker and quicker, in fact. Anyway, I was born three years ago. Though you'd p
The One and OnlyI want to be the one,The One and Only5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one you turn to
For advice and love.
I want to be the one,
The one you think of
All day and night.
I want to be the one,
The one you need
The only one for you.
I want to be there for you,
Through happy times
And sad experiences.
I want you to realize
That Im the one
Made for you.
Should I...?Fly to the moon,Should I...?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the end of the time,
Just to see your smile.
Just to touch the sky once again
And watch stars with you,
To look into your eyes.
To touch one heart.
Not yours, not mine
To see true love.
Cause I still want to believe
In me, in you.
Believe in us.
Melt this ice in my heart.
I'm sorry but I can't.
That's all of me.
And I run
Like a wild cat.
We're drifting away.
I can't stop.
And I hide
Scared of my feelings.
I'm going to destroy myself.
Should I believe?
Should I agree?
Or just once again
I'm losing my heart.
My memories are fading a
Poem: AlwaysWhen I find you are so very far from mePoem: Always6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It rips all these old wounds open again
How could I go on living with you no longer here
Selfish, I can't believe I lived on without you by my side
These empty arms embrace nothingness
It's not as if you'd let me hold you anyways
And I ache, and I love you still
Another year of devotion to you
But you won't see me
I won't see you
And now it hits
We really will never see each other again
All those years were just a trap
So it could end up like this
A blinding torturous never ending love for you
Always just you
Forever far from you
A distance that hurts more then the closeness
Abaddon I.Abaddon6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you recall
the substantial selfish cause
lost to this name
like a birds nest, a buzz
and the doctors mistake
the final diagnosis means
nothing at all.
The archangels feathers fall
in diagonal patterns torn
and already losing their way
(and Ive lost my way).
A chronic illness trapped
in the suicide bomb
a poets note scrawled
all over the wall.
Particles of future bionics
trapped inside a diaphanous pause
conscience crack and Ive lost it all
an anachronism forgets
the obscure dialect
SunboyI need to step out of the shadowsSunboy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I long to sail into the sun
My body: still sore,
From the burn
Yet from shady shores,
My blood aches for more.
My skin heals a burn that my throat finds
Difficult to swallow,
While my heart claims that heat can mean warmth.
A sun is a boy, and
Is a new boy.
Making me freckle with pleasure,
Giving me room to grow,
Nourishing me with his sweet sun sauce.
Greeting me from within the dreary black night,
He wakes me,
And bids my flowers come out,
Coaxes my leaves to grow,
Beams in admiration of my bounty.
Good morning, sunboy.
Food for Thought: My ThemeHe who learns that the world is another place, where reality and the ideal mix, where fantasies and reality co-exist with each other to form the illusions of the world, where man tries to seek every answer to his given question yet for every answer leads to another question itself, for He who finds himself such is a being in this world.Food for Thought: My Theme6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
For every action one has done, there are certain consequences for such. For every single grain of sand in an hourglass are actions itself of men done in time. For such of this is a testament of his own, for no one in this world is better than who he is.
He who seeks the true meaning starts with a small step
The DemonsEvery one of us has a Demon inside.The Demons7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how good one may be
There is always a bad thought to be thunk
The Demons come in different sizes
Mine is weak, I keep him within
Never letting Him escape
He knows it as I do
I have known only One whose demon
Is never seen or spoken of
Does it exist in her?
I believe it doesn't and I believe many true things
I can see the demons in some outside of themselves
They are criminals, murderers, and thieves
They cannot control their Demons
I wish they could as I.
-Miguel Ruiz 5/8/05
Outake from Fantasy novelIn the mountains, far to the north and east of Morcay, Hawkwing leaned forward, rested his gauntleted forearm on the thick leather-covered iron pommel of his saddle and gazed out at the horde below him in the valley. To the west, at the far end of the valley, the silvered helmets of Kardan's Death Legion sparkled, formed up in precise ranks ten men deep, blocking the main body of Aton the Fearless' army, which was almost entirely on horseback. Even the infantry was mounted until it was time to fight.Outake from Fantasy novel7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
In the hills to the north, the Emperor's First Legion had dug in, to the south the Fourth. Somewhere in the wooded hills three brigades of li
AssimilatedI was driving to work this morning and started thinking about my relationship with technology. I would classify myself as a nerd considering the amount of time I spend on the Internet plus my interest in games and gadgets, however, the current state of my PC and car would suggest otherwise. Therefore I have decided to delve a little deeper and really think about my behaviour and attitude toward the things I say I love.Assimilated7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Let us start with the truth; my car and my computer are a mess. I am going to put aside the argument that it is just plain laziness because I believe laziness is a lack of motivation and a lack of motivation must have a cause.
for whom the bell tollsFor Whom the Bell tollsfor whom the bell tolls7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Emotions are one of the most basic lies you ever believed in. I admit that it is hard to believe this since some Emotions always caused a specified, human, instinctive reaction but we shall not wonder about automated processes shall we?" [:)]*A warm smile-framed mouth could be seen on Perish's Face* "You probably know that you can be tricked quiet easily –if we can call this tricked - by other people but you never knew or even thought that you also tricked yourself.
This was something that was interesting to watch.
Sonnet 1I'm nothing but an ugly dying plant.Sonnet 17 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The pruned bonsai tree left without water,
Whose roots keep it away from what it wants,
For the leaves it grows are choking laughter.
I'm avian with wings made of silverquick and tin,
whose pennae didn't obey to move or fly.
And when a sudden arrow pierced my skin,
I didn't struggle for it wasn't worth the try.
I wonder what's to be a normal thing,
Looking at the mirror of molten screams,
And if a cure be for polymorphing,
I shall try to turn these shapes into dreams.
Everything I hate to see is inside me,
And I love me for the hate outside me.
Avian - Of, relating to, or characteristic o
The Chains are brokenThe Chains are Broken.The Chains are broken8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As night wolves howl over talking heather scrub.
Unbowed is the storm that ravages Creag Dubh.
Is the essence that Dark spirits feed on.
Bring in the exorcist.
Clasp the breath of frost,
As corrosive hate burns in thine heart.
A long forgotten rhyme.
Walking in machinery.
A machine of moon making.
With me into the void.
Where shadows dance in twilight that is but eclipses of a nova.
Is what truly binds us together as one.
Crooked words are counted,
As the chain that is unbreakable is finally broken.
Collecting the pieces.
Slumber - CodladhSlumberSlumber - Codladh6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Determined not to rouse you,
Struggling to fight that urge.
I stay, staring at your exquisiteness,
Gazing at your innocence.
Scrutinising the bead of sweat on your brow,
Following it trickle down your cheek,
Hitting your lips,
Releasing a murmur,
A minor request perhaps.
Let me tend to that necessity,
Closing my eyes, absorbing the thought.
Opening them glimpsing yours,
Chinneadh gan tar éis duit,
Ag streachailt le dul i ngleic go áiteamh.
Fanacht liom, ag stánadh ar do áilleacht,
Ag breathnú ar do neamhchiontacht.
Train songTrain songTrain song6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusting bus shelters
a single battered car
waits at the barrier
a train is a cocoon:
both inside and outside
Here is the place
where trees blur the line
between dark brown and azure.
Reflections in the window.
Outside a tiny village station
a single bulb illuminates
a lone kiosk. Silhouette
of a dog in the back yard.
Tracing the outline of what is
no foothills or factories
block the view:
sky kisses earth
on both cheeks.
Memories buried in the soil:
pearl of great price.
left behind betw