German prayer to WotanGerman prayer to Wotan1 week ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
German prayer to Wotan
Wotan, spin your hammer
that the lightnings sparkling spray,
when the horses pull your carriage,
through dark clouds.
Because of our diligent people,
the stranger's greed is big,
for many thousand years,
we fought for our eternal freedom.
This country wants only peace,
quarrels and disputes are unwanted.
All Germans want to work;
And calm after all that effort.
Come again to earth,
Arminius noble figure of light,
so that we find our eternal peace!
The foreign violence must end.
Days become brighter,
when the foreign force passes.
And in the light of the new morning,
a new time arises.
Order will be in the country,
our effort is worth it,
help the people to strengthen their spirit,
no one will need a shield or sword anymore.
This spirit should inspire us,
to fight for the German Good.
Let us all be united,
give the people courage!
Faceless InsanityThe horror, of sickening literature.Faceless Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With malicious insanity, shed so pure.
Behind her venomous eyes,
Beneath the wavering lies.
I declare sane on this blackened night!
For am I mad, because I feel no fright?
Wandering unto the dark side of my mind,
Though it's a twisted mystery, what I'm trying to find.
Complaints of morbid dread,
Writing vigorously to drive insanity out of one's head.
Concluding this pathetic, empty woman is broken!
As we ridicule each other for words unspoken.
A conspiracy theory, they all criticize.
If I am crazy, how much louder are my cries?
Do they ring dementia in your ears?
Causing your children, to cower in fear?
Tormented I am, conjuring my own misery.
Summoning my own demons, of purgatory.
I am condemned for all of my crimson pleasures.
Am I damned for all my gory treasures?
The anguish enclosing around me,
Cloaking me in it's embrace.
Yet it will always be very difficult,
For insanity has no face.
A Confession On Mondayyou've got another confession to make-A Confession On Monday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hidden tightly up your sleeve.
but I don't want to hold you-
my eyes are too heavy.
no, I don't want to hear it-
my mouth is sewn too tightly to the sheets.
I'm too cold to listen.
Too low to respond.
so, why don't you write
me a sour love letter
dripping with your sunday smile
and night kissed eyes.
why don't you lean in
and let your tongue
burn my reality,
Cleanse my thoughts, or...
Are you too afraid to say it?-
You call that an excuse?
She's Beautifully GoneHe's wearing thin now,She's Beautifully Gone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thirsty for her daylight
to his tired eyes
He sat there,
heavy hearted and afraid
of the truth in her voice,
Replacing yesterday with
photographs and letters,
little by little.
Behind his eyelids, there are
fire works, embraces &
captured champagne kisses
-he's sure the bubbles still linger
In her hair.
Her smile is beautifully
Her eyes are perfectly
Slow motion memories.
It's painful to remember;
It makes him sick.
Sweet warm from Monday night,
still on his skin, left from her
promising caresses. He sits there,
waiting for days to fade, to wear away.
He can't forget her.
The Fighting DarknessThe darkness is returning as I sit in my lightThe Fighting Darkness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have chased it away once
The darkness always returns
It is only a matter of time
Will I stand my ground or will I succumb
The darkness folds me into its embracing arms
Cradling me like I was a child again
Curling into a fetal position I can hear the pulse of its desire
I don't think I am strong enough this time
I can feel it pawing even gnawing for my return
My tears burn through my pain
Giving no relief to pleasure of torture
It churns in my belly
It drips into my brain
It slithers through my veins
Spreading its dark infection
My light of will is fading
Into the shadows of the consuming darkness
It has found me again
Inner demons roaring to life
Smashing my sanity into bits
Tearing my heart into four
Devouring all but one part
The part that stayed as its home
Laughing as it encompass my thoughts
Stealing my serenity of sobriety in light
The darkness dancing it fingers across my brain
Tasting my matter
Taunting me with trickery
Silence scares me. . .Because with it comes the truth.Silence scares me. . .4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God lustput your hands and kneesGod lust2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to good use, scar your lips raw
and just pray for me
i don't expect anything nowwhen i trip over a stick,i don't expect anything now4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lose a friend,
fail an exam.
my father died last year but i had a date with you
on the same day as the funeral
(and you said that if i cancelled you'd never see me again.)
(my mother hasn't spoken to me in three hundred and seventy nine days)
i know you don't really care,
and because i love you anyway,
i don't care either.
all i can think about is that you haven't left.
She Writes:"I'd like to imagineShe Writes:4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was wasted on you
The sweet, gentle innocence
Between us, two.
Over our hearts
And under the covers
We never thought
we would hurt one another.
We hid there together,
But reality is an angry storm, &
We were blinded by false weather.
all twisted and torn."
It wasn't long till she discovered
His promises were hollow.
He didn't love her.
The truth was hard to swallow.
And so he left
Afraid of the after.
She had to accept the fact
He'd never come back for her.
No KissingNo kissing.No Kissing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That was the agreement.
Yielding pink skin parting to whisper
"This only happens once."
Two years and I hear nothing from that careful mouth. Two years and not one of your fingers found a way to hit "send."
Unexpectedly your feet
you called them "pussy feet.")
carried you close
after two years.
I can't argue with the force in your words.
Two eyes that brighten to compliment the smile on that careful mouth when after two years all of your fingers wave, "hello."
Ten toes support a tentative step forward and two years are forgotten.
Child of MineLook up childChild of Mine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See the clouds
Reach up child
Stretch on the tips of your toes
And try to grasp the cotton candy wisps
That float across the sky
Don't cry child
As they sail away so free
Surely to come back again
Tomorrow is another day
You Wouldn't Believe-are you waiting for his tongue to come,You Wouldn't Believe-3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and spread a plague below your waist?
you spread your legs, ready for his peg
hoping a baby would help your case.
too bad he was cleaner than the nuns at your convent,
if he had known who you were would he be so content?
to sharing a bed with a woman of "God"
if the beer goggles were off he'd see through your facade.
shame on you (sinner)
whore, you are the (winner)
congrats on your all expense paid trip to hell,
they say it's not too bad except for the smell
let me know when you get there,
a postcard would be nice.
but babe, when you're down there
their tongues are like knives.
such a holy laborer doing His deeds,
should never go hungry, but on you they all feed.
your milk is a bit lower for the men (between your legs),
their tongues are soo long, are they (eating your eggs)?
gyrating's not all, they'll find down there,
there's a few crabs that live between your hair.
but they get what they pay for, their dreams must come true,
for a dollar fift
Softcore Porn and Moldy FruitYou'd expect the bite of lemon juice to be enough,Softcore Porn and Moldy Fruit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
o' but no, the incisions always indulged in moldy peaches.
Raunchy, biodegradable fruits
full of foul odors and seeds that say "Fuck You"
if you ask them to grow.
You'd think someone would begin to loath
the invasive glint of steel soaked in citrus rot,
but no, her stitches kept tasting for the ache
of scalpel beneath skin.
That familiar ooze;
peaches and crème slipping down forearm.
She grew accustomed to the daily rituals of apricot patches
molding to skin.
She understood the necessity of routine,
the demands of a schedule.
Scabs peeled and picked
to a fleshy, citrus dessert.
I find her infatuated with tangerine ice-cream
sliding from the seam of arteries,
and I'm wincing as she
relishes liquid candy.
And it's demented, but her eyes shriek "Delicious. Delicious."
And this is revolting and wretched, but her eye's say "You Love
The Shifter part23This text contains TG as well as mild sexual scenes and nudityThe Shifter part234 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
The TGF Writer
"It's nice to see you, Lee." Cat said with a broad grin, a very cold grin. "I would've expected Dave to have erased your memories a long time ago." she chuckled a bit. "Either way, this makes things more interesting."
"Shouldn't you be paying attention to me rather than the kid?" Rebecca snapped, a soft white glow coming forth her entire form.
"Don't feel jealous just cause I'm not looking at you." Cat continued to smile as she turned to Rebecca. "It was just a friendly greeting; besides, wouldn't it be best if we didn't start fighting?"
"What are you proposing?" asked Rebecca, tensing up as the glow became a bit brighter.
"I'll let you take the brat and this woman without calling the blond bitches." she pointed at Lee. "In exchange, y
In DreamsDreams lie subtly on ten-foot stages;In Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behind closed curtains,
She falls behind starcrossed lovers,
Fragrantly groping for heavens gate;
The pale stench of misfurtune, lingers
Between two fingers, folded;
Calmly, she walks full of transparency;
The hypothetical ghost tastes, unwanted,
Like some deep seeded lonliness,
That calls the night bitter;
I feel the underbelly of you growing,
Pregnant by some unheard voice
You hold onto something,
I can never see;
Where is the appeal?
My dreams were never found to be real.
RuthlessRuthless4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"He's dead. Call me, my love."
Behind The "Truth"Behind every "just kidding" is a spark of liesBehind The "Truth"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right after every "it's not your fault" is a thought of "I told you so"
Underneath every "I'm fine" is a tiny whisper for help
Inside of all the "I don't want to talk about it's" is a beg for sympathy
Behind every "I love you." Is a desperate "Don't leave me."
All of the texts of "it's fine," are lies.
And all of the "whatever's" are "leave me alone's"
Inside of every fact there's a question
And with every lie comes an answer.
Stranger WoesI'm smoking miracles,Stranger Woes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clouding your sweet sunrise
eyes, and giving you a sting of overcast heat.
A year of delayed mourning
with your hot white request, is
fogging my failing perception, but it's just a contest.
In time, I'm sure you'll fear
the forever in my never
from my everlasting daydream and sick artistic high.
Flip me over, flip me off
Take my heart out, rip me off,
Even raging tortures can't hear my apology.
I guess the only stranger here
You Don't UnderstandLow shadowsYou Don't Understand4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wont bend to the
will of the sun,
You say you need me,
Don't use words you don't understand.
Still, you wrap me in a world of wishing whispers,
weak waves against my silver shores,
trying to drag me into your tall teal tales,
wont hush at night,
for you can never tame it,
You say I love you,
Don't use words I don't understand.
Explicit ChangeHe stared at the vial in his hands. Was this really what he wanted?Explicit Change3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What was he thinking? Of course it was. He had spent the last six months working on it. How could he suddenly not want it anymore? He gazed off into space, swirling the vial of clear liquid. Once he took the plunge, there was no going back. With great mental effort, he pushed the doubt from his mind. Resolve filled him; he knew he was meant for this.
Standing at his kitchen sink, near the make-shift lab that he had cobbled together from bits and pieces of equipment he had stolen from work, he pulled the stopper off the vial. Now exposed to oxygen, the liquid began to froth, like a can of soda that had been shaken. He tipped the vial slightly, so that the foam spilled out into the sink. Soon, the vial calmed, and the liquid sat still, albeit with a slightly murkier appearance, like milk mixed with water. He continued to swirl the vial, and the liquid became warm.
It was ready.
Bracing himself, he took a deep breath, and
IllusoryThink of photonsIllusory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of nitrogen ions,
of roll-top desks,
of horse radish,
of textile mills,
think of funerals.
Don't focus on
Don't dwell on
daydreams; scenarios played out
of first kisses.
Run like hell from
"I love you,"
and from seeing her.
Think about stuffed green hound dogs,
Think of anything,
to get to sleep.
Iridescent LiesI dream of kissing fragile lipsIridescent Lies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forbidden nymphomania, carnal wishes in the dark
I used to view spectacles with
I used to dream dreams that
only the psychotic could
I was free in a detrimental state
I , the chained bird in an open cage
now trapped between
companionship and lone
I cannot decide which to follow
I still fantasize as sorrow as a remedy
judgement and stereotype fascinate my rebellion
discrimination of the masses fuels me on
and although waves of truth crash on this
although storm of goodness tickles adolescent beasts
mechanical senses are assimilated into a creamy society butter
And I'd be the biggest hypocrite if I said I didn't love it.
You Are Me - TGYou Are MeYou Are Me - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are me. Embrace me. Embrace us."
I willed myself not shiver at the sound. They wouldn't find me, I told myself. They were still just scanning, getting rid of the easy ones first. Digging into closets would be a last resort. I was sure of it.
"We will be one, together. There is no escape."
They spoke as a singular presence in a stereo of identical, womanly voices. Each word perfectly in sync. Before my buddy Ethan was one of them, he used the analogy of the Borg. Big Star Trek fan. He got assimilated too.
Shutting my eyes only helped me to hear them better and I didn't have the balls to try covering my ears. Too much of a chance I might noisily scuff something.
"You will be perfection. You will be one of us. You will be beautiful, always."
I tried to find a comfortable position where I was in the closet. Their icy-blue vision slipped into flashes behind my tired, twitching eyes.
Four days ago. At least. Maybe a week. Maybe longer. That was when it started. I didn'