DenkdiaetDeformierte DenkfigurenDenkdiaet1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
- deren Dogma dominiert -
deuten deine Denkstrukturen:
"Düster", "dümmlich", "deplatziert".
Doch dergleichen Denktristesse
dezimiert den Denkerdrang,
denn der Dank der Denkfinesse
droht dem drögen Dogmenzwang.
A Bird Cage to Call Home When I was five years old my father bought a bird. The bird was named Sunset. It was a creamy orange color, with dark, intelligent eyes, and a slight molting problem. In every way it reminded me of my father. He had fair hair thinning out in the back, and wise brown eyes.A Bird Cage to Call Home1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You could call them soul mates. From the moment the bird was brought in the house, my father was always there for it. Every chirp or sorrowful whistle was answered with soft words and a feather-stroking.
The cage was a piece of work in it of itself. Handcrafted, filled with the best toys and fun-colored dishes, Sunset had it all. I did too. But that does not concern you.
As Sunset grew, my father taught him how to sing. In the evenings, my father would sit next to the cage and hum. Slowly, but more rapidly as Sunset grew, the orange avian would begin to whistle. As he whistled, my father whistled. They were a lovely duo.
It changed when I was sixtee
Die Faehe Eine WeihnachtsgeschichteDie Faehe2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lupus starrte auf den übervollen Futternapf, den der Alpha vor seiner kleinen Hütte abgestellt hatte. Er hatte keinen Hunger. Er war viel zu unglücklich, als dass der vor ihm stehende Festschmaus ihn hätte verlocken können.
Dabei ging es ihm streng genommen gar nicht schlecht. Denn nicht nur das von ihm verschmähte Fressen war hervorragend, auch ansonsten tat der Alpha alles, um ihn gut zu versorgen. So hatte er ihm zu Beginn der kalten Jahreszeit extra eine neue Hundehütte gebaut, direkt an der Wand des Kuhstalles. Er war sogar so vorausschauend gewesen, einige kleinere Öffnungen durch diese Wand zu bohren, so dass die Wärme der großen Tiere nun auch behaglich durch seine Hütte strömen und zumindest die größte Winterkälte fernhalten konnte.
„So, mein Alter“, hatte der Alpha gesagt, als er ihm seine neue Hütte gezeigt hatte, „damit dich dein Rheuma
Und am AbendUnd am Abend: stilles Glück.Und am Abend1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Altes Sofa. Trautes Heim.
Sitzen. Schweigen. Blick zurück.
Leise lächeln. Mondenschein.
MichaelNatalya looked at the Sanitarium with disgust. She swore to herself she would never come back to this dreaded place. Nevertheless, she had to, court ordered. She was in no way crazy, Dr. Loomis said so, and she just needed community service hours.Michael6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She smiled and tipped her top hat to the guard at the gate. Thanks Jimbo, we wont be too long. The guard looked around for the we that she mentioned.
She walked down the familiar halls with gusto. Smiths Grove had not changed in the time she was gone. Natalya skipped through the halls and giggled, the way she had years ago.
Ah Nattie, its good to see you again! Youre not here to stay are you? She smiled and turned to face the voice behind her.
Ismael? Oh man no way! Natalya hugged the aging Mexican. They parted and he looked her over.
Little girl, you sure have grown, I remember your first night here. You were no higher than my knees. He chuckled as they walke
Slasher JinglesJason Voorhees: Dashing through Crystal Lake, with a machete in my hand, I have some evil plans, to reek havoc in the land, I went from cabin to cabin, I killed them one by one, and if you think its over, the fun has just begun...Slasher Jingles4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Freddy Krueger: Dashing through Elm Street, with a glove upon my hand, I got a nasty plan to murder in the land, I went from dream to dream, I murdered them one by one, and if you think its over the nightmare has just begun...
Michael Myers: Dashing through the night, with a knife clenched in my hand, I got some scary plans, to slash upon the land, I'm killing my whole family, slashing one by one, and if you think its over, Halloween has just begun...
Pinhead: Dashing through some flesh, with knives upon my hands, I have some torturing plans, to bring suffering in the land, I went from soul to soul, I chained them one by one, and if you think its over, the pain has just begun...
Various drabbles-----Various drabbles2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scowled, slacking a sigh as the Danish duke stepped up to you. Why did it have to be him of all people! You grumbled, your cheeks flushing pink slightly. The blond had been teasing you for pretty much your entire life and now your mother asked him to be your dance partner?! Wat was she thinking?
Following the usual routine and scowling as usual at his arrogant smirk, which you wouldn’t admit made your heart skip a beat, you curtsied to him – though only sinking through your knees a micromillimeter.
He bowed, one of his hand reaching to embrace yours. Stepping closer to you, he placed his other on your waist whilst you softly touched his shoulder.
A sidestep here, a delicate twirl there – just the usual. It was so boring, making your mind race with possibilities to make it more interesting. Suddenly you had what you thought was a brilliant idea and you immediately set about to complete it. Tightening your gip on his shoulder, you smiled wistfully at him and p
Leave a MessageGermany sighed and ran his fingers through his slicked back blond hair, his blue eyes narrowed in frustration.Leave a Message3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Even though he had only left his phone for about an hour or so when he left to buy groceries, it now showed that he had three new messages in his voicemail. He recognized the number at once as belonging to his best (first) friend Italy.
What on earth did Italy want now? Knowing the silly pasta lover, he probably was having trouble tying his shoelaces. Germany shook his head, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement. After a few decades, he had become used to Italy's unique personality.
After pouring himself some beer, Germany sat down in his favorite chair and picked the phone back up to listen to his voicemail. Most likely Italy need help reaching the top shelf or had a cut on his knee that he wanted Germany to kiss better. A rare smile flickered across the German's face at the thought of a cute Italy begging him to kiss his wounds better.
He would never admit it to
embraceLocked in each others embraceembrace3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Noses touch breath to face.
Lips meet hearts race.
Legs intertwine under cool sheets
Feet touch passion heats.
Neck kisses biting lips
Arms holding hands on hips
Eyes meet cuddles deep.
Love lives love keeps
Holds you close we fall asleep
sweethearts always seem to leave you breathlessAnd I'll create a new world for myselfsweethearts always seem to leave you breathless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the grains of sand fall upward
so that I will never have to leave
the world will cease to darken
past our lamp-lighted room
and we'll draw glow-in-the-dark stars on the walls
and the storms will only be found outside
while we snuggle here safe and warm underneath the piles of blankets
taking us into a secret world lost within the other's eyes
So when I see you again and forget all my words
it is just because when i am with you
no words seem beautiful enough
The RoseTear the rose apartThe Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the blossom die
Tear it like you tear a heart
Fill it with your empty lies
Scream in deaths name
Cause that's what it does
Set it on fire
And as it burns laugh
The rose is your light
The rose is your dream
Still you destroy it
The virginity of pendants
The rose has its thorns
But it doesn't want to hurt you
The rose is insecure
And still it smells so sweet
The rose is a symbol
That makes us think
The rose is a hope
And it decays, In a dying world
owl boyLight spills like milk from the window. It drips bright upon his face. He is naked, he is the milk spilt from the window to the floor. He is sleeping now.owl boy6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sun whistles her breeze in the trees this late August and the birds are drunk with birdsong. He sleeps on through the sound. A quiet, dreaming boy. She kneels and kisses his fingers, soft.
Sun dances, warm and alight, across the sky until she is weary, disappearing with sleep herself. Calling, Moon! Moon! Im so tired my love, I will fall a moment and sleep And he will become her in the sky, following after her until sleep becomes of he, too. And the chase will continue into morrow.
But sun and moon are none, because he wakes. He wakes and he breathes slow like the beach when there is only you to watch. He wakes and the colour leaks behind half-open eyes and he is naked, so very naked this cold now-night.
A clock hand whispers the fleetingness of each moment from the wall and a cat drinks from a fish bowl. The
Hellraise Academy Ch 1Chapter 1Hellraise Academy Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stepped off of the bus and felt the gritty road crunch under my feet.
The scenery was washed out and grey. Crows perched on the dead tree branches that lined the road.
"You'd be wise to continue with caution," the hooded driver warned.
"What do you mean?" I asked turning my head.
"That's one scary ass school your going to. You some sort of crazy person?"
I looked at him confused.
"No, I don't really have a choice anymore. My parents don't want me to retake Jr High, so I was sent here" I said, shifting my bag strap into a more comfortable position.
The driver glanced down and chuckled quietly.
"You're a brave lass" he smirked. "If you go up that road, it will take you straight to the front gates" he directed, pointing to a pathway ahead.
I thanked him and followed his finger down the path.
"Hells gates" he whispered to himself as he closed the bus doors and drove off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
I carefully followed the path through ever thickening patches of dead forest
Love Is An Open Door [Elsa and Loki Addition][Elsa] Can I just, say something mad?Love Is An Open Door [Elsa and Loki Addition]9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Elsa] All my life I've had to shut the door in someones face
then suddenly, I bump into you
[Loki] I was thinking the same thing! Cause like,
I've been searching my whole life to find someone to relate,
and maybe it's the light talking, or is your skin a bit blue?
[Elsa] But with you...
[Loki] But with you...
[Loki] I found my place...
[Elsa] I see your face...
[Both] And its nothing like I've ever known before!
Love is an open door!
Love is an open door!
Love is an open door!
[Elsa] With you!
[Loki] With you!
[Elsa] With you!
[Loki] With you!
[Both] Love is an open door...
[Loki] I mean its crazy...
[Loki] We finish each others-
[Loki] That's what I was going to say!
[Elsa] I've never met someone--
[Both] Who's been through the same as me!
Jinx! Jinx again!
Our mental synchronization
Can have but one explanation
[Elsa] And I--
[Both] Meant to be!
The MessengerLaunchThe Messenger5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the silence
stretched thin between
along the super-string.
I am the collapse
both before and thereafter,
caught in moments
compressed in tunnels
A Christmas SurpriseA Christmas SurpriseA Christmas Surprise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A single snowflake fell lazily and lit on my nose; settled in the crook between the tip and the trophy bump I have from when I broke my nose as a child. I crinkled my nose and shook, but stopped as I remembered. Sara says I look like a cute little bunny when I do that, and I turn a severe shade of red every time, so I try to catch myself when I can, keep my cheeks from the rosy blush she loves to laugh about. I shook one more time, sniffed a little, and smiled to myself. I slammed the car door shut and looked down the quaint, snow-covered cul-de-sac. I chuckled and kept smiling; this was the perfect Christmas. I had been abroad all first semester and Sara hadn't expected me back until after New Years, but I decided to surprise her for Christmas and caught an earlier flight. I felt inside the right pocket of my wool coat, comforting myself that it was still there. It had been two years, four months, and eight days since we started dating. Over two years, and we had
His Perfection.His Perfection.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I took the hard fall
I guess I was foolish to think you cared at all
You took all of my dreams, all of my things,
And my family.
You took them because they counted on me
Your face is so evil I come undone
My insides tell me to run
You were the best person I knew at the time
How can all of that change?
I had you but I didn't think that
I would've let you go
Don't you give up on me this time
I will be all that you need
Give me more than just one day
Don't throw me away
We'd be fine if you could only see
You don't have to give up on me
Who are you now?
I've never seen this side of you before
This side of you is always mean
Through these rough miles, I don't what life is mine
I'm not sad when I think of you now
I'm actually glad that you gave up on me
I now have something better,
And he cares more than you ever did
You can't mount to him in anyway.
Anybody could try but they will never come close to his
Hellraise Academy Ch 3Chapter 3Hellraise Academy Ch 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Looks were exchanged when we entered the room. The sinister glares felt like daggers as they shot through me. I shivered a little as we continued inside. Michael stayed close behind glaring back as we moved back to our seats. My bag shook as I sat down and my sketchbook sliped out opening to one of my drawings as it landed on the floor. Michael leaned over and seeked a peek over the side of his desk. I gasped and quickly closed it and shoved it back in my bag. He looked at me confused and somewhat startled at my sudden actions. That was the picture of him that I un-intentionally drew before school started. I could feel myself blushing embarresed.
"I didn't mean to draw that" I said looking away trying to conceal my red twisted face.
He must have thought it was funny cause he looked like he was snickering at me. My tense cheeks relaxed and I giggled a smile.
He nodded and we returned our attention to the lesson being teached.
After about an hour or so of taking notes and recie
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,On Ayala3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in wicked earth again.
Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,
and stone and steel and murder be laid low,
for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,
no grief can fall nor human psyche know
the sting of death. The night will be here soon
when maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
Moonbeamsskin soft and smooth like a moonbeam caught on a rivers edge,Moonbeams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your very touch a jolt and tingle to my senses,
your gaze is electrifying,
your kiss though it may be as soft as a butterfly upon my lips echoes through my soul,
tasting of sugar and spice and everything nice
8-15-2012: CuspMy chemical burns itch.8-15-2012: Cusp2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her caustic butterfly wings
Acid on the wind
Ammonia and Peter Pan
Medicine for a bullet wound
Take it sip by sip
Drip by drip
Bleach on a doll's skin
Loose hairs and bird's nests
Faded eye sockets
Warning label toilet paper
Snow in the trashcan
My chemical burns itch.