crack.warm smooth smoke held far and deep though the lungs,crack.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cells sent into frenzied stimulation from the intrusion,
the potent chemical rushes deeply and sharply through blood,
ear buzzing, head tingling sensation of bliss over comes,
the enlivening exhale ensues;
pulse surges like loose electricity,
cloud nine with its euphoric,
intensity quickly fades to a idle buzz,
in all of its aggressiveness it has backed off quickly,
Sea DaySea Day1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
all the sea monkeys are colorfully arrayed,
in joyous anticipation of the flying fish parade.
a giant red octopus sits making faces
fondly remembering sundays legless paddlehorse races.
the festival is now ushered in
with a discordant, flourishing musical din.
long toothed pink sharks salute with their tails
the arrival of elephants standing on whales.
the dancing squids are not far behind
the acrobat eels that spark so devine.
singing oysters cough up their pearls
as the jellyfish frantically jiggle and twirl.
the oceans so lively it has to be seen,
more crazy than a giant crazy washing machine!
dealer.ive committed the perfect crime but this perfect is inherently defected,dealer.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cost to me is nothing absolute but coinscience shattering to most,
im a living exception only because ive been on the other side of the scandal,
poison to the masses,producing riches almost too effortlessly,
unfairly tipping the scales and altering the balance to create a edge,a dominance,
it is still a trade with seemingly set expenses but thats a myth created from pure denial,
dealer,trafficker quickly becomes owner,master.
what is yours is mine and no,this is not vice versa.
The FlockThe FlockThe Flock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the two-legged sheep, believing what they're told, moving with the flock.
Liking it because others do, because they are told to.
Sheeple I call them; two legged, but without mind.
Grazing, and taking roots and all.
Given the chance to pick their shepherd they do not.
They graze, and watch manufactured reality staged by other sheep.
They have no fence to contain them, what they don't know does that.
Ignorance is bliss, apathy comforting.
They fear the wolf, rather he is near or not.
The idea of the wolf, more fearful than the certainty of the Sheppard's shears or the butcher's knife.
They graze, they watch, until they are sheared or eaten.
The others do not see, they graze; it is what sheep do.
AloneThe vehicle glided through the fog. The woman, her hands tight upon the steering wheel, knuckles white, carefully maneuvered the SUV up the driveway, trying furiously to concentrate solely on the garage door a few hundred feet away. At last pulling into the structure, she immediately reached for the door remote attached to the visor above, depressing the button and watching in the rearview mirror as the door ground its way closed behind her.Alone7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She waited until it had stopped before slipping out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind her and pausing in the dim light of the garage. Pocketing her keys, she clenched her purse and made her way over to the small side door. Opening it, she stood staring out at the world beyond. The porch steps leading up to the house lay a good hundred feet away, separated from the garage by the expanse of the front lawn. Currently, the evening fog had made its way
One Who Confronts Fear: Ch. 1One Who Confronts Fear: Ch. 17 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vision of Nineteen
Woe to the man who stands between the One and those he loves. His wrath will level mountains and fill in lakes. Any who oppose him will fall in ash and ruin. Better to grovel at his feet in abject humility than take up the sword or spear against him.
— Of Those Who Mourn by Sage Du, purportedly inspired by a conversation he had with an unnamed prophet in 3E 813
The Inthajuqwael Ouath, 31 miles from the border
Subeleth, Domain of the Krue
October 26, 1049 Third Era
The day had flown by for Syler Penion. He had known that hasuan were fast and had incredible endurance, but he had not expected to get so far in such a short amount of time. It had been a wild ride, but at least it had been mostly peaceful with few incidents along the way. He and those with him were on course for meeting up with Lamastus outside See Sei as planned, even if they still had to cross the Upper Mastar River.
They were camped for the ni
What am I to write about?What am I to write about when everything I think of has been written about beforeWhat am I to write about?8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Every line and every rhyme in my head has been thought of already
Every situation that has affected me, others have already explored
Forcing rhymes, distorting the flow, my thoughts refuse to be steady
Yet I try and try to do my best but my best isn't better than the rest.
Love poems are chilling and killing my precious thoughts
Poems about nature have been beaten like the path that has been traveled by
I'm too happy to write about hatred for it makes me so distraught
Inspirational poems decimate my "what 'If'" scenarios, but I will continue to try
For if I try and try to do my best someday my best might compare to the rest.
I can't compare to famous poets like Poe and Shakespeare, Frost or Walt.
And what about Dickenson? Shel? Byron? Whitman? or Hughes?
So many great writers that my thought process might as well come to a halt.
No matter how I word it, my poems will never make the big news!
So why try an
killerkiller8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a demon
an man cursed
the hell is my garden
my duty is to kill
the feelings do not exist
this is not written into the contract
I dig the graves
just for a big check
The AbyssThe Abyss3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tor scratched the side of his neck nervously. It was getting dark on the moon. A dark that would last almost two weeks before the sun swung back into view. Soon the only light would be within the Colony itself. Outside, nothing but a black abyss. That had always left him unsettled.
If he could get to engineering he could cut himself off from them. That would at least buy him some time. Time he could use to come up with a better plan. Treating them one by one wasn’t going to work. Not when he didn’t even have a working cure. Not when Holger and his men were trying to kill him.
If only he could make them understand. Tor scratched the side of his beard. The itching was subtle, but impossible to ignore. He was infected now too. He had to find a cure. What bothered him more than the infection was that he hadn’t been able to discern the origin of the parasite. Had they brought it with them? Was it possible that it was native to the moon?
Me And My RazorbladesI had always been fascinated by them.Me And My Razorblades1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was collecting them since I was 7
mom's Great Grandad died
The first time My mom found the blades was a nightmare
she was yelling at Me
calling Me the worst things I have ever heard.
But she never really tried to explain me why these blades was dangerous
didn't try to tell Me that when you fall in love
with death and darkness u would be lost forever
I wasn't able to understand back then, the little kid that I was,
but My innocent soul couldn't handle the fact mommy was mad at Me
so I stopped.
I threw the little Silver Blades away
and forgot about them for a while
Forgot about them until I got bullied
People used to say that I was a lost bird, trying to learn to fly.
Now the bird's wings were broken for good.
My heart was bleeding all the time
I started to have this dream where My pale white wrists
The hurt and
Zombies and Stuff PrologueZombies and Stuff2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How the hell did I end up here? In this place… Is it a sanctuary? More like a prison now, at least for me anyhow. Maybe if I could just get on the salvage team it wouldn’t be so bad. But then, why would I want to stick my neck out for these yahoos? To get out! To get out behind the walls that’s why! Blasted Ty, what a jerk!
Two months now in this new world of ours. To whole months since the TV channels were flooded with the news of virus outbreak. Like the swine flu… Like swine flu crossed with mad cow disease they said… Those lying bastards had no idea what they were talking about! Before long it was martial law and not much after there was no law at all. Just like in the movies. “Ha ha ha ha HA!” oh that’s rich! The movies. HA! They always say that in the movies don’t they? How cliché… “Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!” If only I hadn’t met that bumbling buff
KnowingWhispering,Knowing7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wind and the trees.
Whispering to each other
in natures' own tongue.
Two of Earths' immortal children,
frolicking beneath the gaze of the sun.
The sun watches from above,
smiling at the younglings below,
bathing them in the warmth of her love.
bent not with age,
but with wisdom.
Sitting amongst it all.
Of the trees and the breeze,
of the warmth of the sun,
of the mother and her children.
A smile creases her lips,
Maybe if I hate enoughrat-faced man yellow and drawn long yellow fingers, long yellow yawnMaybe if I hate enough7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
reaches for unfamiliar spaces sweaty ideas of greatness
the unsuccessful lover winding down
atrophied ass, skinny bowed legs,
sickly bulging belly, shoulders childlike and narrow
a defeated posture infused with hate cast a weak tea shadow
sabotaging fate: a new idea for each new moment
(we could be famous... we could make a million bucks)
seals them in dirty envelopes to fall through the greasy grate
a gutter by the darkness where nothing really takes shape
plagiarizing ouroboros believing his own lies
at his core a sinister emptiness, so appealing
to the alternative strata of the trendy elite
who have forgotten their true nature
as the abused dog forgets how to be a dog
he was attracted to my wound, my beautiful malfunction
but when I was resolved he couldn't be contacted
man of straw in a house of cards waiting to fail
a child inside a man inside a disease, vampiric and shining
oiling his trap, an ugly broken outdat
all i need...lit.entryas the clock ticksall i need...lit.entry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with each fraction of a second
the hands drift further off beat
as the sun fades
with every wavering ray of light
my reflection no longer resembles me
what's right and what's wrong
nothing is clear anymore
my thoughts are hazed
with an unending interference
my judgment is a bit fazed
ever since i forgot my innocence
plucked from one cage
plunged into another
eyes always searching
eyes always watching
I'll never be free
but neither will you
did you do something wrong
who am i to judge
I was already trapped
but this time around
as those iron bars wrapped
they would entrap you too
is a cage always so bad
if you chose to accept it
maybe you can still find
what you had always wanted
even though it was you
who plucked me from that cage
and plunged me into another
will you join me?
I've finally found what I need
I've found what I need to live
If it's with you, it's all I need.
poetry lots and lots of itHaha so lately ive been writing a lot of freeverse poetrypoetry lots and lots of it4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Why? Because I haven't been drawing well lately
It makes me sad not being able to draw
So I pour everything out into writing
Sometimes I wish I would write more
But for some reason people don't pay attention to writing as
;( it makes me kind of sad (yes ive been getting oddly
sadder than usual lately)
lol too many things out there make me sad
so I pour everything out into writing
I hope you enjoy my thoughts
After all everything I write is not edited
But my raw feelings and thoughts
Because I feel that if I edit things too much
I'll lose the initial message
Even if it is only a bunch of ranting
Such as what I'm doing here
I never really get why I write poetry instead of prose
But it just happens all of a sudden
I just hit the enter button without thinking and then it
turns into freeverse
So please excuse my randomness
But im afraid I might start filling your inboxes with my
Please read and don't be afraid to comment
falling asleepFALLING ASLEEPfalling asleep4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't hold on
Of Dusk and DawnTo the west the setting sun,Of Dusk and Dawn7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Signals that the day is done,
And night upon ghostly wisps,
Hearkens in its darkened mists.
The stars begin to shine like gems,
As the brilliant sunlight dims.
Then the eastern sky on cue,
Brightens with a coloured hue,
Slowly starlight starts to fade,
As the light of day is made.
So the sun begins to rise,
As night's darkness meets its demise.
To rise again when daylight dies,
The moon to come from where it lies,
To brighten what sun once did,
As Darkness comes from where it hid.
So the cycle ever goes,
Such the way that time does flow.