Undying Devotion Chapter 2: StormUndying Devotion Chapter 2: Storm1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Storm
Liara shielded her eyes against the bright rays of the sun. She had woken up only five minutes ago, though how long she'd actually been asleep was beyond her. Much to her relief, the Grand Line was calm and quiet; there wasn't a rain cloud in sight. She stretched her arms upwards and let out a long yawn before reaching forward and grabbing one of the several aged books that were scattered on the deck of her small boat. She hastily flipped it open, her eyes scanning each page with ease. The book was a well-known explorer's journal, which had been written while on a journey to find Fantasia. However, no directions were insid
Katy Perry PoemKaty Perry Poem1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are always Waking Up In Vegas
Even though we are Hot N Cold
I may have Kissed A Girl
But I am still your Teenage Dream
I am always Thinking Of You
Because you are a Part Of Me
I am your Firework
And you are my E.T
This all started Last Friday Night
I know now, you will not become The One That Got Away
Don't Mention the War"You can't a decent bagel in Germany."Don't Mention the War2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And whose fault is that?"
red-eared sliderred-eared slider2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
by the koi pond
a red-eared slider
green flashgreen flash2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stood on the beach, staring out at the flat sea, thinking this was how Magellan first saw it. The movement of the water lapping at my feet was almost imperceptible.
Above, a band of gray clouds hung over the grayer sea, but the horizon looked as if it were drawn with a T-square. As the sun broke through the clouds, angelic shafts of light cast a blinding slick upon the sea. The clouds then thickened, pushing the perfect red yoke of a sun toward the now burning sea.
"Hey," I heard Josie yell from behind me, "c'mon, or you'll miss it." I turned to see her heading up the beach, to the old iron stairs that were bolted to the nearly sheer clif
Star Wars Haiku No. 2Star Wars Haiku No. 22 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
His force too strong
The death star gone
January HaikuJanuary Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on the rowboat gunnels
watch another fly over
about the cold
clouds and rain
but for the setting sun
a sudden gust
in the empty playground
a quiet day
and 500 miles later
sleep envelops me
to 3000 feet
on barren walls
the people express
over the wing
lighting one smoke
with another smoke
clouds cross the moon
half a century
of living and dying
off the skyscrapers
PullFocus2PullFocus2PullFocus23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We watch your dreams struggle to find direction in a sinister cloud-chamber and offer little help despite strong feelings to do so.
In the eyes it stays forever.
If I can muster up the strength and summon forth the gemfireshadow just once more before Winter and play my lyre at the gates of GarNajael at sunset,
I will charm you from the hills and draw your gaze from burning cars on broken roads in dreams always disturbed by morning,
Then lead your feet in a merry dance to regattas in magical nooks,
Charm you from the hills of your inwardly miserable Autumn,
And enchant you within the secret grasp of Winter in GarNajael.
Sleep6Sleep6Sleep63 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Kingfisher (make that 5) just circled the Lake where we stayed often,
They nest on the Other Side.
And a few things occurred to me right there and then which shoulda been obvious,
A long long time ago.
My head makes some dumb-fuck decisions, mostly at my heart's expense,
And yet I stand by and do nothing despite it causing me to fall into ruin,
Like Conwy, Carnarvon or Oystermouth.
A Heritage site for curious by-standers and holidaying sunshine-seekers.
Becoming a state of disrepair willingly.
Who let ShadowMan in from the rough, twisted and weather-beaten EndGame?
(I'd won and never realised)
The2ndI keep catching glimpses of Eternity (the ones you throw at me),The2nd3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And this gives me hope,
Because back when, Eternity was everywhere,
In the fences, the sunlight, the plastic windows and in the Air,
Eternity was abundant and everywhere,
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (in my side view and just off-camera, elusively heartbreaking),
Just enough to keep me going,
Because when now was Then, Eternity never seemed like it would ever be such a scarce commodity,
And I often let it pass by unnoticed and unheralded,
Like most of the Days Since,
The Ones when Eternity was all that lay ahead.
(The augustness of your
The3rdBeautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,The3rd3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And almost don't stop in time,
I trip out to them often, mostly when it's early enough not to bother anyone,
Mostly when day is breaking like some poet would describe with rich textures re-creating,
Or a painter when they're not thinking, just painting,
Paintwork and History and the magnificence of the significance,
Of the similarity obvious between this way and that,
When the Devil stands back,
Beautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,
Right up to my face,
Into my eyes and deep into my brain,
The Classic Symmetry of Mutual Entwinement,
The Enshrinement of Our
The5thWhat do we want :The5th3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When do we want it :
Did we do anything back then that deserves the accolade of being embossed in the Memory Of Soft-Focus :
WE CAN'T REMEMBER (AND WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS)
Shall we invent our own history and then rewrite it as nostalgia :
WE'VE ALREADY DONE THAT (BUT IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS IT USED TO BE)
Do you remember the day that disappeared so quick into Mid-light,
And then vanished into filtered Pink soft-light,
And the castle was lit from all sides,
An invention of Progressive Times,
Where tokens were made in miniature,
And deals were done,
Everything was agreed upon,
The7thI Never falter,The7th3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I'm called upon by gesture alone,
At the banks of oxbow lakes that lead silently towards vast but placid forests,
By the renegade few, who,
Couldn't reach the bridge in time,
And watched from afar as the Mountain Pass flowed with Fire & Blood,
And prayed in unison for strange blessings,
And used every ounce of all that remained, everything they had ever learned,
Every last thing,
To reach this place that now appears to them impassable, unyielding and without end,
And their best inventions fail them, as is the destiny of all that Man elevates to The Essential,
They look to me, Eternity,
And by the banks of oxbo
Love and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_RLove and Shoes -DW Fanfic 10_R2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Two pairs of shoes walked alongside each other: a pair of white trainers and a pair of pink high heels. One made a soft padding against the concrete, the other, a rather loud tapping, both in contrast with the other.
The shoes represented their owners, respectively.
The trainers resembled a man, comfortable with his appearance, fashionable, yet older than he looked.
Likewise the bright pink shoes resembled a woman, not afraid to look pretty, innocent, yet bound to have a good time wherever she went.
And so the shoes walked together, side by side, so different, yet so very alike.
And then Beauty saidYeah, he is quite the beast.And then Beauty said2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SpiralWhen I inherited the house I grew up in, the house my grandfather built, I knew the upkeep and back taxes would wipe me out. Even the renovations required to make the place truly marketable were out of the question. So, I sold it for what I could get, leaving most of the furniture.Spiral3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When the pink slip arrived, I knew that I would not be able to keep the very modest place I'd bought with the proceeds from my grandfather's house. I hung onto it for as long as I could, but months later, I was still unemployed and my money was mostly gone. I sold the house, leaving more stuff behind.
When the store where I finally found work closed, I knew I w
PullFocus9PullFocus9PullFocus93 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you think I've not got the resolve, the patience, the guts and determination to Hate you,
Forever and ever and ever until we get to Infinity, until the world stops turning, then read from the Book Of Spells,
Earn the sacred skill of Immortality, become a Deity and then fucking try me.
Damn, this wasn't supposed to be an Ode To Misery, this was meant to be my chance to write about something happy,
Some things that have happened to me that I can share with the vast majority of people who read poetry
As a recreational activity that's part of a larger lifestyle containing a healthy balance of release and escape mechanisms,
PullFocus1PullFocus1PullFocus13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm tantalised by the slowness of cars in dreams, mostly in the ones I watch, but recently in my dreams.
The unnatural slowness of cars in my dreams,
Unnatural as in against Nature, against the way that Nature makes it happen,
When it's not happening unnaturally slowly like it does in my dreams.
I used to think that when I slurred slur my slurred words,
When I slurred,
It was magnetic malfunctions taking place within the machine housing,
Of the tape machine,
Housed within me.
I'd skipped the pre-recordedness of that concept and the difficulties that would ensue,
And gone straight to the Doubt & Fear bit (even
Sleep1Sleep1Sleep13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I came back to life just in time to see her leaving, there was no point in making any attempt to alter fate or play around with the lines of longitude, they should just be left where they belong.
Bringing me back to life was a real journey of the soul and it took some guts and courage to see it through.
I think there's a textbook on the unread part of my reading list that I vaguely recall having the contents of this situation listed in the trouble-shooting section somewhere near the back,
I never got around to reading it.
1000 mile wide breakers crushing upon my shore, I cannot find a way around them or see how I can come through
Sleep2Sleep2Sleep23 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Although I was certain to the very last piece of my soul that my words were sincere and my intentions pure as morning, I knew very well my actions betrayed them badly.
Too many times I have let myself slip lovingly into the arms of sleep knowing that somewhere someone else would not have such a fortunate collision with the unconscious directly as a result of me and my Monster,
And however good I claim to be,
These actions betray me badly.
I like to creep silently in and out, take what I need and then leave.
And pray to God that no-one sees.
I hunt when there is no moon, I wait until the most silent part of the night and let the
Sleep8Sleep8Sleep83 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I dream of massive electrical insekts most nights,
I have a book somewhere by a er...professor (we'll call him) from the North,
On Popular Culture which claims to explain away this phenomenon,
As a yearning for an archetype hidden deep within my animus,
He makes a good, nay salient, point.
But I wouldn't be me, it wouldn't even seem like half of me,
If I didn't disagree.
'It's written down' I hear peasants rant,
'It's holy, it's immortalised in print' the hip chicks and drop-out cats chant.
They've not thought about this anywhere near to deep enough,
They've not gone into the forest in the dark and watched tre
Sleep10Sleep10Sleep103 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trees balance Heaven in their canopy, that's their purpose,
They are the solution to the problem of how to stop Heaven,
Falling from the Sky.
Have you ever been hypnotised?
It will tear you away from your roots and show you truth,
Your highest branches bear fruit,
So do not fear, do not be afraid of going under,
So you see now that trees that grow on mountains,
Can best serve their purpose of striking a balance between Heaven and Earth.
And fruit-bearing trees can suffer the pain of being torn from their roots,
I pray to God for you.
And now I'll show you Truth.
llamaEveryone please!llama3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Stop sending me llama's. It's not that I don't like animals, I do, just not this many. Their incessant bleating is driving me mad, not to mention the amount of food they eat. Did you know llama's eat canvas, I barely saved a work in progress from one of them.
The garbagemen are complaining about the stink and weight of the pails, you can only spread so much of the stuff on the lawn. It's only a matter of time before my neighbors report me for odd things happening at my house.
My foot is infected from one stepping on it, I think it's the same one that tried to eat my painting.
Jack Daniel's and I are very good friend