PullFocus9PullFocus9PullFocus94 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,
That keep them stable and able to commit to plans and rules and systems of doing things that have worked well for so long,
That have have no reason to be held up as emotional treason, tricks played by the cold heart of Objectivity,
That isolate us at night when we're all sleeping in a vacuum of lonely Subjectivity and make us wish we had more,
Than we actua
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.Spiral4 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 was cursed. I took what money I had, bought a van, which seemed a better plan than waiting to be evicted from my rented apartment. I donated the last of my furniture to Goodwill, then loaded up my clothes, books, and vinyl collection.
When the van broke down, I managed to get it off the road. At least it was
Death Star HaikuDeath Star Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dropping from hyper-space
Viewing the . . . wait!
That's no moon!
Sleep10Sleep10Sleep104 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.
Tyranny of ChoiceTyranny of Choice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a life is made of
millions of choices
turn left or right
even if God knows
which I will choose
choose I must
January HaikuJanuary Haiku4 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
cold, blinding light
to fly away
Ai Info SheetAi Info Sheet2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Yumehana Ai (夢花愛)
Birthday: June 9, 1996
Place of Origin: Tokyo, Japan
Height: 157.7 cm (5'2'')
Weight: 49 kg (108 lbs)
Eyes: Black, or super dark gray, with streaks of lighter gray around the pupil and flecks of it in the iris itself
Hair: Black, with red dyed chunks
Blood Type: O+
Meister Type: Dragoon
Appearance: Ai has the appearance of most Japanese girls her age. She is petite and lightweight, slender and not strong, physically speaking. Her hair has dyed red streaks as a rebellion to her strict father. Her clothing is typically anything she can get away with wearing, in the brightest colours possible, again as a rebellion at her father, but also as an homage to her free spirited mother. Plus in battle, she likes to draw attention to herself to buy her friends more time to do the
Katy Perry PoemKaty Perry Poem2 years 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
red-eared sliderred-eared slider3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
by the koi pond
a red-eared slider
Star Wars Haiku No. 2Star Wars Haiku No. 23 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
His force too strong
The death star gone
llamaEveryone please!llama4 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 friends again after being apart for so long. We have been discussing culinary dishes like llama stew, llama chili and llama meatballs. Maybe it's ok to send them after all.
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The7thI Never falter,The7th4 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 oxbow lakes,
I Never falter.
Writers and Poets“Why are you a poet?”Writers and Poets2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m not a poet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what are you?”
“A word-rhymer, a heart-breaker, a word master. I could go on for a very long time, you know?”
“Oh, I know.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I’m not a writer.”
“Then what are you?”
“I am a word slinger, a heart’s reflection, a person maker, a story teller. I can go on you, know?”
“Indeed, you are not a writer.”
“Nor are you a poet.”
“We’re much more than that.”
“We’re the guides to our worlds.”
MLP: FiM - Episode Ideas"Shy Surprise"MLP: FiM - Episode Ideas3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ponies meet Fluttershy's twin sister, who is almost the exact opposite of the shy pegasus.
Twilight reminisces of her first days of school under Princess Celestia's guidance
"Battle of the Bots"
Ponyville becomes the temporary battlefield for a pair of strange beings, one called an "Autobot," and the other called a "Decepticon."
"Let the Games Begin"
The ponies discover a bizarre artifact called a "video game."
"Return of Wonder"
The Great and Powerful Trixie returns and challenges Twilight to a duel of magic
A spell gone wrong causes a "Freaky Friday Flip" amongst the six ponies
"Of Ponies and Candy"
Shortly after the resealing of Discord, Pinkie Pie discovers a strange candy-making creature named "Charlotte"
"A Fishy Tale"
The ponies meet a hippocampus and do everything in their power to grant her wish.
Rarity becomes obsessed with a new fashion trend, bu
Don't Mention the War"You can't a decent bagel in Germany."Don't Mention the War3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And whose fault is that?"
T,T,2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
A Survivors StoryA Survivors Story2 years ago in Letters More Like This
April 17th, 1912. New York, New York.
To those who wish to know,
I may have survived, but I'm not proud. The struggle to make it onto a lifeboat almost made surviving worthless. My family wasn't so lucky. They all died, every last one of them. When I returned home I was alone. I would rather spend a lifetime in Heaven with my loved one then the rest of my life without them.
My story of survival is like any other. I was 15 and engaged to a man in New York. I was from Italy and I spoke some English. My family wasn't poor, nor were they rich.
Everyone lay asleep late into that night; everyone except me. I stood by the door and listened to the late night conversations of many people rushing up and down the halls. I began to grow tired and long for my bed so I slowly stood and tip-toed across the wood floor.
When suddenly I was jolted forward; landing on my stomach. My mother awoke and cursed in Italian. Before the voices in the hall were whispers, but with that jolt it opened a
PullFocus2PullFocus2PullFocus24 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.
The form of functionality functions well to form opposites and angles,
Light-house yearnings and wandering agencies and a cascade of tumbling percussion,
Percussive impassive yearnings to be atop the light-house invading car-scenes,
In slo-mo as in dreams, burning disturbed by morning,
Mourning for the passing of meaning in a coastal region of misplaced conten
Dearly BelovedA small girl age 8, wearing a white nightgown, wandered through a drying cornfield beyond the period of light. Carcasses of nature left to rot. A boy much older than her was following close behind. A good friend, unsure of their path or reason. He asked continuously where they were going. She kept telling him they were going somewhere safe. Into the indistinguishable lines of a child's imagination and a grown man's disappointments. She walked with the confidence to find Heaven's lights. A joy so precious and easily stolen as she walked barefoot, without fear or shame.Dearly Beloved2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When she turned back around, she peaked a glance at her footprints in the mud.
She saw men calling her by the name of Lucifer's child.
False angels reaching for her ear to whisper, "You are dead".
She saw pills mixed in with the dirt. They grew into weeds, too fast for her to catch on without shock.
Chunks of broken plywood tore through the wet soil.
She could hear the sounds of clattering nails in glass jars.
She saw the
Sleep6Sleep6Sleep64 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)
Who feeds the Monster daily and prays he'll go away just after,
Contradicting the contents of my prayers with the contents of my Life?
(He feeds on my heart and I never realised)
My hearts says STOP but my head doesn't listen ever,
To the Lake where we stay often,
5 Kingfishers nest on the Other Side (I hadn't noticed that before),
And they're full of b