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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
all i need...lit.entryas the clock ticksall i need...lit.entry3 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
I decided
as those iron bars wrapped
around me
they would entrap you too
poetry lots and lots of itHaha so lately ive been writing a lot of freeverse poetrypoetry lots and lots of it3 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
much
;( 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
falling asleepFALLING ASLEEPfalling asleep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Melted mind
Bland thoughts
Fuzzed senses
Heavy eyes
Can't hold on
Conscience fading
Colors blurring
Sense extinguished
Darkness
Another world
An adventure
A fantasy
A horror
A comedy
Unreal
Different
Abstract
Bright light
Eyes open
Sun glaring
Sound returning
Blank mind
Reality
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.
Computerised HumanityTippity tap, tippity tap,Computerised Humanity6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't stop, it's a trap.
Clickity clack, clickity clack,
Too much work, stay on track.
Metalwork, plastic parts,
What are these things you call hearts?
Bottomless pit, endless hole,
Go ahead, sell your soul.
Press your buttons, click your mouse,
Day and night, inside your house.
Fall into the darkest hell,
Molten metal forms a shell.
Turning cogs, moving gears,
This is what I truly fear.
Motorized, computerised,
Humanity's fate before our eyes.
Bound by InsanityI live in a prison of wallsBound by Insanity7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see no sanctuary
My captives share my blood
Their odd way of affection
That smothers my soul
And tears my life to shreds
So my beloved could never see me
And so we can drift away
Get me out of this inferno
That holds me firmly
Against my will
Save me from this nightmare
That prevents me from living
And where they all persecute me
Laughing in my face
And threatening my fate
Liberate me from this insanity
Before I write names in blood
I am a mad, sheltered fool
With no knowledge of love
Because these chains bound my body and soul
AmericaThe fog slipped on the leather armor of the dogs while their tongues were sweating in the humid air. Astaroth, born in battle,descendant of the roman molossian, of epirus dogs, of the persian mastiff , smelled the air and felt the presence of Indians, his heavy paw touched the leg of the commander Diabel, who ordered the attackThe army of men and dogs lunged compact against the Indians, as amadryads hidden behind the trees: the noisy metal,the cracking leather, the screams, the crying ... swelled the forest as the body of a drowned man, defacing its look at heavens' sight. Suddenly a chilling noise drowned out any other noise; an ancestral crAmerica7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
the Biologist (a comment)the Existence spent studyingthe Biologist (a comment)7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the secrets of life...
when the moment we learn them
is the moment we die.
Suicidal ideationsSuicidal ideation,Suicidal ideations7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you take away your very creation?
To live and seek your own path,
Or die and seek one's own death.
However I fear a God's wrath,
Fears quiver my mortal breath.
Does one continue to rot?
Living like one of the undead?
A comfortable place we sought,
but pains filled us instead.
In our hand lies the choice,
giving us some control,
for strength we can't voice.
But can we pay the toll?
Suicidal ideations,
the questions begs the softest of temptations.
The Virus Of LifeI'm in the shadows behind the wingsThe Virus Of Life7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Licking my fangs to keep them clean
Thinking of my pounce to attack
Tackling you down to the bottomless ravine
My smile can't be contained from excitement
The skin over my embodiment itches with desire
Fidgeting and pacing around you for your weak spot
Your vulnerable part to enforce all of my pleasure
I can't wait to see you snap and break in half
Deteriorate into nothing but a motionless vessel
Watching you sleep I trace my hand through your hair
Down your face and body I'm going to wrestle
Seeing my spot open up and ripen in front of me
I'll enter slowly savouring every moment
Driving your
HellHell:Hell7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cataclysmic love,
Interlocking with a passionate kiss.
Latten within a fear to show desire:
A mimic, a glare, a lusty fire.
Who needs love?
Who needs a reason to be the Devil?
You're a bastard to hope
That the switch will be flipped.
Your evil!
You're insane!
But I see your love
Just all the same.
A Starry Eyed DiscoveryAnd so the apple fellA Starry Eyed Discovery7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
On an unsuspecting head,
From a tree quite tall
And a force quite hard.
Little did it know,
It would be a revelation,
Provoking the head's potency
Instead of delving it into
Another starry eyed reverie.
The head squirmed and turned,
Found the culprit red apple,
Where a normal head would curse,
The victim head wondered,
Why hath it fallen?
Why hath it not flown?
Why don't apples have wings?
Why don't apples hang mid-air?
The culprit apple became victim,
To a plenitude of unanswerable queries,
It just stared at the incredulous head,
Got mentioned in folds of papyrus,
The apple of the history,
The fall
FateFate isn't decided by the beholder as we're fed to believe every day, the fate of everyone is already planned out without us realising it. From the young age when our minds are still sponges to learn and develop, we soak in subconsciously the things we love to do and what makes us happy. Our guardians support the favourable things we do and we develop from there. To think that we hold our fate in our hands is somewhat ludacris as there is nothing that we do from that young age to determine what makes us happy. We wouldn't have the capabilities to decide and progress further with it without help, so where does the passion that we have for whatFate8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
SeasickDown wakened skinSeasick8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
words dribbled and fell,
brimming with silken
promises.
Hands intertwined to join
scarred veins and heartbeats,
while I bled you onto pages,
into waters of sin and heartbreak,
lovingly numb, subjectively blind;
I let waves bury me, beneath
winding seaweed and smooth siren calls,
believing we would join further—
closer.
When I vomited the poison
of lies, the pungent ache of salt,
it was upsetting but not surprising;
“I should have known better.”
( I only wanted to love you. )
Post-Apocalyptia Part 2 I put down my journal and breathed in, starting to speak, but hesitated as another thought occurred to me. It had been a week since either of us had a decent meal and the hunters weren't due back for at least another week. We would starve if nothing happened soon.Post-Apocalyptia Part 28 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What if we went north?" I said, gazing off at the firelight on the other side of the platform.
"What?" Monica asked a little incredulously.
"There's an inhabited station to the north isn't there? So we just walk the north tunnel until we get there, and who knows, maybe they'll take us in,"
"Uh, hate to burst your bubble, but, uh, you do know there i
Post-Apocalyptia Part 1 This is home. A dank, musty smell fills the air. The glow of small fires lit around the platform can be seen from where we sit, cold and hungry. The pitter-patter of a rat's quick footsteps echo off the old, cracked walls that create a barricade between us and the dangerous world up above. Dull conversation, the chatter of friends and family, laughter at some joke made; it all can be heard throughout the station. The inhabitants of the station, dirty-faced people in ragged clothes, sit about eating whatever food they have, enjoying the company of the people around them.Post-Apocalyptia Part 18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even with all of this, here we sit, cold and hungry; cut o
NaNoWriMo 2012: Treacherous - PrologueIt was a warm summers night in the village of Blackness, it was late at night, and the sky was falling dark. The trees were swaying in the wind, birds were flying over the water of the river called the Firth of Forth, the sea air making the air almost clammy, but soothing at the same time. It was here, in this village, where our story begins.NaNoWriMo 2012: Treacherous - Prologue8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blackness was once known for it’s historical landmark, Blackness Castle, and many years ago, tourists seemed to come through the village to visit. Their faces full of curiosity and their eyes wide was they gazed and took a look around the quiet, desolate place. Not many people lived in Blackness a
Red HillsThe wilderness of this savage landRed Hills8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
will keep us deep inside it's hands
welcoming us with a warm breeze
from all the greenest trees
and diamond beaches
we want to reach
You drive through the day
while I am strumming a tune
in our orange car
driving to the sun
I can't get my eyes off
of this wonderful sight;
the red hill in the sky
and I would love to see
the stars there at night
sleeping in the green wild
with you by my side
There would be so many stars
I couldnt even count them
with my fingers
But now let's just drive
where the road leads us
to hold us back
of all the evil lies
of this strange paradise
Rivers edgeRiver flow and ebbRivers edge8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting here on the edge
Watching the water flow by
The leaves in the water
Flowing past me
As I sit and watch it all go by
The world is at my back
Some wanting to push me into the river
Others wanting to pull me back in fear that I may jump in
I close my ears to them
I do not turn to look at them all
I fix my eyes on the rivers water
And watch it all flow past
Here I am at peace
Content and free of the chaos behind me
I don't hear them screaming at me
All the people behind me
They are chaos and all so....angry
There is only one I would turn for
One who's voice I keep an ear out for
One who makes me feel as at peace and con
The unquiet stormImprisoned in fleshThe unquiet storm8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rolling boiling storm inside
Sewn into this flesh
This body
Wanting to break free
To burst out of this flesh and body
To become free
To roll across the sky
To swallow the sun
Lightning flashing behind and in eyes
Thunder clapping in voice
So much power
So much fury
The unquiet storm shifts and rolls within
Wanting to break free of this prison of flesh
To roll across the sky
To make the ground tremble
To swallow the sun whole
Consume the sky and darken the world
All trapped in this body and wanting so badly to break free
And to roll across the sky of the entire world
Imprisoned in flesh
Rolling boiling storm inside
Sewn int
293The smell of the night after a good rain storm filled his lungs as he wound around the still busy city. He walked toward the cemetery where his next contact was. He stopped waiting for traffic then trotted across the street where they were waiting. The gate was locked but the fence was low enough to jump over without anyone bashing an eye lash. He jumped over without a problem but the maze of tomb stones and statues was going to be a challenge this late at night. He brushed his hand against the handle of his gun then continued in.2938 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the water evaporated it left a misty haze close to the ground. Great a horror movie set. He thought keeping
SilkwormA slave, a product, bredSilkworm8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
only to produce
My metamorphosis is
egg, larvae, pupa, dead
No wings, no skin to ever shed
I am incomplete
Day and night
I keep spinning my thread
In my dreams, my wings are spread
I rest peacefully
on a flower bed
And behind me is a cocoon shread
Winter SecretIt gets harder to keep a secret as time passes,Winter Secret8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You feel weak; there are tears on your glasses.
The same thing is with me going on,
I forgot about the planet I am now on.
Flashback:
December 2011,
My life was neither hell nor heaven.
In love that winter I had to believe,
Fate decided me to deceive.
The snow was falling like never before,
The blizzard was slamming the wooden door.
The whole city was dressed in white clothes,
Everything was asleep: from trees to roses.
My heart was made of ice,
I was born everything to despise,
Suddenly I saw her eyes,
And a strange feeling me embraced,
Never in my life such beauty had I faced,
All my hatred it completely erased!
To the present we are back,
I am still using the secret track.
I am being watched, they want me to confess,
But all the suspicions I barely manage to press.
I am ought to hide this endless disaster,
Alas, my emotions I could not master,
This love is unrequited; I must get rid of it faster.
I have been
Sta.sh
