NiflheimA deeper darkness yet to come
In nights sweet cloak of sin
Can you hear the beating drum
And see your demons grin
Lords of yonder mountains call
Where mists and secrets lie
Ladies 'scape the whispered fall
Of evils seeking eye
Warm embrace of knightly strike
Breath of greed, envy's spite
Gleaming stars and fires alike
Clash with shards of darkness night
As hell and heaven at morrow dawn
As riddles ever dead and gone
How to......get people to leave you alone on public transportations.How to...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Carry around a good amount of empty alcohol bottles. Pretend to take a sip every time someone gets close.
2. Bring your uncontrollable pet monkey. Make him angry.
3. Eat something smelly. Sigh loudly as you swallow.
4. Cough in a nasty manner as you are being approached.
5. Lie on all of the seats and yell: “Taken!” when people want to sit down.
6. Talk to your imaginary friend about how you wish you could kill all papayas. Since everyone knows papayas are evil
7. Pretend to be in a heated discussion on the phone. If necessary use a made up language and throw in words such as “detonator”, “blast”, “die”, “a few seconds left.”
8. Practice for the upcoming opera in which you play the role of the dying horse.
9. Bring a cactus. Argue with it about the distance it is keeping in your relationship.
10. Build a fort made of suitcases. Th
UntitledThere's a jungle on my floorUntitled2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And an ocean on my bed
No longer can I find the door
Time for my monsters to be fed
Another storm on my table
A little earthquake in the closet
So the grounds become unstable
Time's up for me - the rules are set
Walls shiver quivering waves
Thoughts, dreams cover space
Windows blur with cumulus caves
As billowing blinds paint a face
Life and wonder clash at bay
Beating breath be upon my soul
My drawers prey to slow decay
Escape, as is my every goal
TumblingAs alone as a raindrop without a place to fallTumbling3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As silent as a heart without a beat
As hollow as an empty carnival
As wrong as cold without heat
I am incomplete
Drip drop rain on me
Silent flutter wind on sea
As anxious as an innocent prisoner in war
As desperate as a burning feather
As lonely as a tide without a shore
As gruesome as stormy weather
Will there ever be together
Trip trap on the way
Roaring thunder wash away
As restless as a journey without a goal
As hunched as a dying waterfall
As broken as a torn old sole
As dim as a voiceless call
I feel so small
Riff Raff down it goes
Tired gasp the world it froze
19.specks of sand and dirt burrowed themselves19.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the scrapes on my knees
as I sought to fly away from there;
amidst my footprints on trampled earth
I learned that forever can be measured
(the sun was cold
stretching my bruised arms towards
them, who look at me as if I am
a pitiful animal, abandoned and rough
yet it was this beast inside me
that taught me always can be measured
(as usual, I'm not going anywhere
“You know everyone has problems.”
a scoffing utterance from my own mind
words that sting as much as the first time
my wounded heart endured them, when
I learned that often can be measured
(the sweetest lies were my own;
I told me to see the bright side;
to not spend my life battered
and bitter, and I pledged to keep my smile
from now on, but all I learnt was
that sometimes can be measured
(in the end,
I still lacked strength)
When I fell after having clung
to that image w
The Monkey In MeDeep inside the cracks of my mind lives a monkey.The Monkey In Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He has a maraca he likes to shake
And a blanket made of dust.
On bright days I wonder what he does there,
I even consider asking him;
His answer is but a monkeyish laugh
He shakes his maraca at me, mocking my thoughts,
Grins at me, with a smile that misses five teeth.
Then he jumps in joy, cries out, leaps away
He climbs my logic and chips a few pieces
And with them he decorates his house
which he built in my inspiration.
When night falls he tends to rummage
Through the drawers of my mind,
Poking this and poking that.
He never sits still, always playing his game.
Sometimes though he disappears
Into darker corners unheard of.
But upon his return he has found
So much and all of it he will, undoubtedly,
Fill up the shelves of his house with.
When did he come to be, I wonder.
What is he doing in my mind, pray tell!
For how much longer will this baboon taunt me?
I have a monkey inside me you see,
Maybe he's the reason I never sit still,
Everyday HeroesZoom ZOOMEveryday Heroes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here to save the day
Now all eyes on us
Our hair's untidy hay
We need to catch the bus
Angels we are not
(too clumsy, honestly)
But wings we got!
And have a family.
Capes are handmade
And wooden swords
We come to your aid
On our skateboards
We might look funny
Might not be fearless
Might not have money
Might be a tad careless
But we do what we can
Changing the world is the plan.
ShatteredI wished to return with dignity.Shattered3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HealI spend my days in thinking, andHeal3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My nights in whimpered pain
I rise to work, but Lord, it hurts
To live this day again
I soothe my wounds with Empathy
Their faces make me feel
That somewhere in this brutal world
There is a chance to heal
I never was the strongest one
My words were never bold
But when the crowd had cast them out
My arms were theirs to hold
My heart was theirs to whisper to
And love, each time you cry
I'm here to wipe each fragile tear
And taste each wounded sigh
I spend my days in waking up
To pain that never fades
But there are lessons to be learned
And words to soothe my days
I feel I've never given much
But now I see the truth
The one thing that I cherished was
The love I gave to you
... Somewhere in this world
There is a chance to heal
I love you all
UncertaintyIt feels like falling from great heightsUncertainty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or running towards endless nights
As if standing alone in blinding lights
Or being chased by grand knights
It feels like melting ice cold fire
Or knowing the secret of the liar
As if whishing to be someplace higher
Or having nothing when need is dire
It feels like losing something rare
Or searching through a haunted lair
As if breathing deeply rotten air
Or being treated unfairly fair
The Normal LifeHe had forgotten how good it looked on him. Domenic was wearing his elegant suit, the one he had bought a few years back for his sister's wedding. He had never gotten to wear it.The Normal Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The suit had cost him a lot, and he was glad that it still fit him as perfectly as it had when he bought it. Looking at himself in the mirror he corrected his tie once more with satisfaction. For another moment or so he looked at his reflection, unsure if he was arrogant or if this feeling of empowerment was normal. Domenic was surprised when he caught himself smiling, and he quickly turned away.
His new shoes still smelled of unused leather as he put them on. Not more than a week ago he had bought them for himself, after deciding it was time for a change. Domenic had told no one about his decision, which made it even more special.
Grinning, and with growing anticipation, he took his work equipment and stepped outside. As the door fell shut on his spacious apartment he let out a small, satisfied sigh before wa
Ignotus IIgnotus I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
little, hurtful words
strung on a necklace of
and set against the wind
to be hammered at by
slaps and storms
so fruitful since her day of birth
and this sun-lit girl
wept and prayed
on her tire swing
"Please, God. Give me a smile."
colored bits of glass
smashed in a puddle of
and washed away in tides
to be forgotten, steadily,
by those who knew, yet did nothing
so compassionate, this world
and this one, small girl
this evanescent fairy
wept and prayed
and her tears doomed her
for she knew not
that ignorance was
Prejudiced FutureDisappearing behind the barren mountains, the sun strengthened once again to plunge the surrounding wasteland into a reddish glow. Thunder echoed in the distance herding a wall of gathering clouds, it smelled of rain.Prejudiced Future2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lowering her head again, the lonesome girl continued to pursue the stony path. Her petite body was enveloped in a holey potato sack, cobbled together hopelessly out of a few animal hides. Barely enough to cover all parts of her dirty skin, or provide sufficient protection from the harsh weather, the rags hampered her pace even further by dangling into her tread now and then.
Stumbling forward barefooted on the cracked, drought-torn earth, her march had transformed into a shuffle, the aching, exhausted legs were unable to carry the weight much further. She consoled herself as she passed some dead trees swaying their twiggy, bald branches in the rising wind. The strange creaking noise, caused by the brittle wood, forced the traveler to concentrate on the way ahead, while wr
LeftoversLike many others, I tend to leave a lot of leftovers. Normally they just sit and wait in fridges until they get eaten or go bad. But my leftovers always disappear over night. And as staying awake never worked for me I had to use other methods of finding out what was happening.Leftovers2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So I put up cameras once, but the battery ran out just around 2:30am. I also set traps, all kinds of traps. But, nothing. In time, I gave up and focused on more important things.
Yesterday was a very rainy day and all the dirt on the streets turned into mud. I made sure not to make any marks with my shoes when I came home, but this morning I found that those who steal my food aren’t as cleanly.
It took me half an hour to get rid of all the tiny mud footprints that led from my window to my fridge. The day after, I find another trail. Apparently tiny people live in my garden – right between my lavender bushes and my tomatoes. I think they take care of it when I don’t find the time to. But they do
Nightmares.I tend to sleepNightmares.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching my chest
my head under a pillow
to keep the monsters
I would rather have them inside
feasting on my intestines
then abandon them to the night
That way I at the very least
have something to keep me
Why?Why are we here?Why?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Why do we walk upon this cursed earth?
What is out purpose?
What is it within us that drives us?
What makes us do what we do?
What do we live for?
Is it wealth?
What makes us get out of bed in the morning?
Even if our lives are good or great
Even if out lives lie with the rats in the gutter
We all wake up every morning and we do our little routines
Every day it is the same, tired old things
But for what purpose?
For what reason?
WaitingComing home, unaware, with no way of knowing.Waiting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No way to expect that they're waiting.
It was a Wednesday, A warm, sunny Wednesday
So beautiful, so disgusting, So wrong.
They're waiting, so unusual, unreal, unexpected,
Like statues, expressionless, "Sit down, we have to talk".
Oh no, what now? Did I do something wrong?
Am I in trouble? I sit there, waiting
A bomb exploded! Tearing through me.
I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe it.
They're lying, they have to be lying. But why would they?
How could they? I knew it was true but I didn't believe it.
Memories flooded my thoughts. My mind a creek, a river, an ocean,
Knowing that they're out there, somewhere,
Living in Metaphors You told me once the rain on the rooftop disturbed your slumber, not from the storm, but from the rhythm in the chaos. The thunder was discordant among the count you tried keeping.Living in Metaphors2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At night you’d wake breathless, not from nightmares, but from crushing claustrophobia, even when you were alone. You said the darkness felt so heavy, that it sat on your chest and tried to eat you alive. Mouth to mouth I’d bring you back, entwined, you’d share your dark and I would share a spark of life. And long did you lament the earth’s rotation for not allowing light to reside always on your part of the world.
Sometimes you were a child, but I wanted you, dear man, for all your faults, for all of mine.
You confessed that the stars made you lonely because they were so many, and even when I was with you we were so few. You sighed, “we are small and insignificant and when the stars twinkle coldly they are laughing at us...”
It was painful to
Forevermore ‘I’m going to be happy’Forevermore2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Gold Fields.
I stare at the tiny world within my hands. So small, so perfect, so complete. A sense of tranquillity and calm seems to resonate from within it. The ground is covered in a thick layer of pure white snow. So white that it practically glows. There is a miniscule house towards the back of the globe, dusted with a fresh coating of snow. A house that I imagine to be warm, cosy and welcoming. A house that is a home. Sometimes, when my troubles threaten to overwhelm me, I wish I could escape to that house. I wish that I could enter the perfect untainted world encapsulated flawlessly from within the snow globe. For it is a place that cannot be reached by everyday troubles. A haven free from despair and stress and that knows only beauty and seclusion. It is completely safe and isolated from
When dragons die (poem)When dragons die there is a momentWhen dragons die (poem)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of silence, somewhere in the heart of a cave
a darkened rock-lined womb of tree roots and wet earth
when dragons die there is an emptiness in the weed-dressed corners of cloudy lakes.
In absence of dragons there is no peace of mind
for those few who lent a mind to them
and when dragons die it tastes like bittersweet tears and blood when you try to understand
why some metal-mawed monsters with minds behind the wheel
that do not care for the echoing heartbeat that responds to fantasy
sought to rid the world of them, because there wasn't enough room.
Because we have a right to know.
Because we must be rational.
when dragons die they fill in the beautiful blanks on the edge of the map and erase the warning writing, and pat themselves on the back
and auction off the hoarde that was
so dear to the heart of a shy and gold-loving monster.
When dragons die, we are lost to ourselves
with no great creatures to attempt to grow up to the shoul