Bloodstream (ZaDr) - Chapter FiveBloodstream (ZaDr) - Chapter Five3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Looking forward at the crescent shaped chair in which his new master was seated in, a confused teen watched from his spot on the round bed as the ex-Elite examined his new lab that had been hidden by a hologram of a wall. The Irken hummed to himself, picking up various objects only to set them back down again. After a few minutes, Zim turned away from his observations in favor of the boy.
“This lab is impressive.” He said excitedly. “It’s a fair size, has a good amount of tools,” he then grinned sadistically. “There’s even chemicals in here I could only dream of using!” Letting out a content sigh, he turned away from Dib and stared into his lab. “With these materials, I could create a whole new era of weaponry for the Armada.” Dib watched silently as the black stalks upon the other’s head wilted slightly. “Or myself.” Nodding his head, the Irken set out to do just that.
The human’s curiosity was grasped
Morals from Doctor WhoMorals from Doctor Who5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!
Bad laws were made to be broken.
Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable.
Which is the quickest way out of here?
[Each of the women at the fountain point in different directions.]
Yes. Well. That's democracy for you.
I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren't there.
Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.
Oh, you know nothing of any human, and that will be your downfall
There's no such thing as an ordinary human.
End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable,
Sir Alfred F. JonesSir Alfred F. Jones4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Running through a forest's treacherous path, a tall man carries a golden skull under his arm. As the man stopped to hide, breath coming fast, the voice of who he thieved came to ear, keeping calm, he made his escape, making sure to not alert them.
"Make way for the brave and honourable, Sir Alfred F. Jones!"
The blond man walked down a brightly coloured rug, and he could not help but flash a grin, music to one side, laughter and cheering to the other, it was perfect! As he made his way to the prince whom the mission was solely for, he let his face return to seriousness. Kneeling before the man, Arthur Kirkland, he slowly released the prize as the other's hands gently took the treasure. With a shock to everyone, the young prince turned to his father, simply saying.
"This is the one whom I shall wed."
Butterfly Parts Can your life become a chronic diseaseButterfly Parts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in effort to diagnose all of me?
The one, the many, the mistakes align
the illnesses that your doctor assigns
The ropes that burn- the sun intact
like forests on fire, destruction compact
Your fears adhere like icy rain
explosions corroded your frozen disdain.
Retrograde Scents from inside the suit intertwined their intentions with the sights of tangled and tessellated hair illumed by firefly LED's, spiking my circulation with memories and murmurs of dopamine.Retrograde4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took her by the gaze; she steered her sight away from mine. I led her through a glance that involved no scuffling of hands.
She was one of two wayward strangers passing in the cosmos; two separate glances met as objects in motion tending to motion. People aren't the same however.
Drifter was the term we were known as, people cast off of vessels and ships, mostly by accident, condemned to trudge about the universe until starvation kicked in or their oxygen-starved filters were finally incapable of operating. My unplanned departure from the mysteriously flaming
Love - A Treasure or CurseLove - A Treasure or CurseLove - A Treasure or Curse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is poison,
That goes into your heart
Eating it slowly,
Tearing it apart...
Until there is nothing left,
But an empty shell,
A former you,
As you live in hell.
Yet love is grand,
A sweet warm feeling,
Gradually growing with time,
Making your heart feel...
Until it feels you are soaring.
In the skies above,
A feeling so great,
It's like heaven.
Love.. like a coin with two sides,
Holding such a dark
And forceful power...
Breaking down all those
Who fall in its trap.
Tearing up your inside,
Second by second,
Until you go mad.
Yet like a beacon of light
love can light the way,
Taking away the darkness,
healing your pain.
Clearing your mind of all
doubts an fears,
Once you let it in,
This feeling makes things
But there is always a consequence,
For love runs deep,
So deep that it hurts...
A hurt like no other,
Something that tortures you,
But keeps you sane,
In a twisted way.
A caressing touch of loves
Broken Doll Pink nailsBroken Doll4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(No one really knows)
(No one knows, she's already gone)
(Make it stop for a while)
(will she ever make amends?)
She's showing you
What you want to see
(A Broken Dolls just not pretty)
A happy girl
With everything right
(Just so you can sleep at night)
Innocenti putInnocent4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Games AfootTelltale evidence escaped detection. Now what?Games Afoot4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SimplificationHow does the cicada knowSimplification3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After seventeen years of maturation
To burrow itself
Into the trunks of trees
If it has only tasted roots?
How does the cicada know
To shelter and unshelter itself
As if it were
Domestic violence under a tin roof
That goes over a young boy's head.
Room metRoom met4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey Imp!" Said the tall boy leaning on the kitchen counter, Imp who is short than him waved tiredly and clicked her neck
"He Gee!" she said as she walked past him "Urrrh coffee, coffee, coffee!"
"HA for someone who hated coffee you sure drink enough of it." He chuckled, she glared at him over her cup "You alright you see pale?" he said sweeping his fringe out of his eyes, she sighed and clicked her neck again
"I think I slept funny last night my neck is killing me along with other parts of my body!"
"Let me have a look?" she chocked on her coffee and looked up at him
"Not that you neck you perve, what you to behind your closed doors is your thing!" Gerard smiled as he moved her purple blue hair aside "Fuck, Imp you been bit!"
"What?" she said putting her coffee down and going out to the mirror in the hallway, she gasped as she touched the bites "Mother fucker!" she hissed, walking back into the kitchen she pulled out the get up antiseptic bottle and a bandage,
"Here let me!
Disposable KitesI don't wait forDisposable Kites3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kites are sheathed
In moth ball plastic,
To reels and wrists,
Breezes and drafts.
The lived-in rooms
When the kites
In the early evening.
On the backyard patio
Kites daubed with
Is stretched over
A spinal framework,
Porous, the kites
Are acutely aware of
The barometer's breath;
I handle the mast
And sails like steering
Wheels in a skid
When a breeze propels
A kite and I towards
Patio steps, expediting
A passerby parent
A familial crew re-
Construct a childhood.
Porch lights are turned on;
Are motioned closer to
Porch lights by a non-
Of a sun still
Past the patio
Kites are banished
To the night breeze,
Tethered by a
I run until I'm far enough
Breathrhythmlike tommyguns' triggeredBreathrhythm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
breath took of breath
took of breathrhythm
like the sigh that is inhaled,
lingers in the lungs, tongue curled
inwards then your breath turns
as if to tell someone
'rescusitation is a sin, fresh air is venom;'
breath-- your suspiration still suffocates--
the rhythm reminds me
how I took to you who took to me.
Societal PaternalSociety sired my psych ward origami.Societal Paternal4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Largo ChildrenThe Largo Children4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*Someone's gonna hang
*If I don't get my COFFEE
^Pavi's face will
~Give me a hit
^Woo them all
*I WILL SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE
~Of the glow
^The most dashing
~It's my time to shine
^HA! You like that.
~One more hit
^Pavi steals all
~For tonight's show!
^Of the hearts!
*Luigi don't take shit
~I can't feel nothing
*From no one!
~There's ways for me
*SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
~To pay, dear,
^Ask a gentern
~Other than dough.
^Who they prefer
*Will rule them all
^Ten-out-of-nine will say
*Just shut your face!
~Listen, you bitch!
*When I'm running GeneCo!
^Dad loves me!
*When the geezer croaks
^They all love the Pavi!
*You will all learn to respect me!
~Oh, in your dreams!
BullyHear me perform it on youtube.Bully3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are not more
than each other but
virginity is a childhood disease;
because my friend tells me
I won't find a way to keep it.
So I do keep it.
You are not more
than me, yet
I bully you:
'sex is an adolescent dream.'
because your friends tell you
that you will hold someone
close enough to have it.
So you hold someone closer.
And it doesn't bother me
that I twitch from the grief,
wince from my gut and ground
my teeth for the truth;
I do those things because
this thought makes sense to me:
I think I'm more
Describe What We Have, He SaidWhat we have isDescribe What We Have, He Said4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a little bit of a fairytale,
a part of a story
and a taste of a slightly star crossed romance;
mixed in a half written sad song
written on pages of blue ink,
carried away in the wind.
it's a little broken,
but it's strong enough
to stand on it's own.
Just like us.
Gloom Of The DeadGloom Of The Dead5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Gloom of the Dead
As I rise from the table dead
Crosses tombstones in my head
Seeing from the windows ledge
Rest in piece is what my tombstone said
Cutting & drilling in my remains
Autopsy's finished with nothing to gain
Longing for the final end
Fog of the night is setting in
(GLOOM OF THE DEAD)
Shadows in the deep-slivering maggott bed-rats begin to creep
(GLOOM OF THE DEAD)
Blood drips dry I feel no pain
Im immortal yet quite insaine
As my blood has ran dry
Patiently I wait for you to die
To fill my soul with life agian
I need your blood I need your skin
A masterpiece of my demise
To wear you skin as my disguise
TormentedTormented6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave you my heart
You tore it apart.
You split it in two
because you, love you.
He Was...He was unassumingly striking.He Was...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And he always made me feel magnificent.
He was beautifully broken.
And he always managed to make me smile.
He was wretchedly angry
And I never ever saw him in a temper.
He was sarcastically humourous.
And he never tried to outwit me.
He was always unhappy.
And he was forever happy when I was around.
He was my Anakin Skywalker.
And he didn't turn to the dark side for me, or for anyone else.
But for himself.
LatelyPent up feelings fill my reservoirsLately4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only to be released alone in the dark
A river springs forth from my eyes again
Yet only my pillow catches my tears
From where did they originate, I ask
Although it is not always mine alone
In taking every opportunity to say NO
An empty bed is so comforting at night
There is no one out there for me
At war with myself, it never ends
For messing up any chance I had
Even if I should be happy with what I do have
Drowning, I will never let it go
Lost on me, only dreaming of its true meaning
I have chosen this for myself
Regardless of all consequences
Do I truly want to change and move on
Or am I lying to myself again