Kyouya's Swordfight Kyouya stood as still as the dead, poised like a snake about to attack. Breath in. Breathe out. There are only three. The men circled him, swords ready and eyes watching, waiting for him to make a move. His hands hovered over his own sword, ready to unsheathe it at any second, but he did not.Kyouya's Swordfight1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Will you stand and fight, or come with us?” The smallest of the man asked loudly.
The man to his left scoffed. “What chance does he have to fight? Come along, boy.” Kyouya studied his hard face and square nose.
The third man said nothing, distracted by his superiors and their taunts. In the split second that he was distracted by them, Kyouya struck out with his hand and opened his throat. The man gurgled as blood sprayed from his neck, eyes rolling back into his head. Before he hit the ground, Kyouya had pulled the small knife back up into his sleeve.
Imagination is No Longer a Necessity.Scraped up knees,Imagination is No Longer a Necessity.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Battle scars a-plenty.
Faithful tree-fort sentry.
Big back yards,
Raiding the kitchen pantry.
These are the things
That we will hold close
While the children of today
Are swallowed by technology.
The True Nature of Vampires Linette hurled the book at the wall and it collided with a resounding clap before slumping, rumpled and defeated, to the ground. “I never!” she exclaimed, her plump cheeks reddening with anger, fists balled by her sides.The True Nature of Vampires2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harlan stirred and lazily directed his gaze at the enraged girl. He wondered to himself if she knew how silly she looked, all puffed up and angry, her pale lips pouted and bright eyes narrowed. It was especially difficult to see her as threatening in her dark Lolita styled dress with its puffed skirts and doll like appearance.
As if it was a great effort to speak, he slowly opened his mouth. “What has upset you so, lovely Linette?” he asked in his leisurely, deep voice. He spoke softly, but Linette heard him.
“That… she… ugh!” The girl was so utterly frustrated that she couldn’
Noah's Ark My darling cubs were just starting to learn about the glorious world the day Noah came for us. He explained why we had to go; it was the fault of the humans, who had severed their relationship with God. He was going to drown them, we were told. Only two of each animal would be saved, so that the species could live on. I begged and pleaded with Noah, “Please, my babies, let me bring them,” but he told me no. There wouldn’t be enough room, he said, petting my fur gently before forcing me along. I screamed and struggled as he dragged me away from them, but to no avail.Noah's Ark1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am lucky to have my true mate with me, as that is not always the case. The Tigress aboard had the misfortune of being caught away from her mate, and then paired with a tiger from their rival pack. They are so unhappy together, I don’t know how Noah will ever convince them to mate. It’s sad to watch her long for her true mate. Everything on
FamilyMommy chases pillsFamily1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with whiskey, beer, and wine.
Daddy finds his happiness
in a snow white cocaine line.
Sissy slams the door
and goes to find another life.
That leaves me alone,
canvas skin and red pen knife.
Demonika Ch. 1 I suppose I should have known from the start that the girl I found sitting in a dark, damp alley that night so long ago was a demon. Perhaps I was too young to put two and two together, or maybe I was too angry at my parents to care. I had only been ten for a few days, if I recall correctly, and I had just gotten into an awful fight with my father. I had looked to my mother for help but, to my dismay, she took my father’s side. They were both strictly against me going into magic.Demonika Ch. 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ten was an important age for me; it was an important age for any youngster who desired a future in the magic arts. There was a yearly event attended by every magic loving ten-year-old around. Skilled mages arrived at the event in dramatic manners, appearing out of thin air or emerging from colums of fire, to speak with the children and find an apprentice. I had yearned to be one of th
Arlyn of the Ocean My childhood summers were filled with the salty air and sea shells of the Gulf, my favorite place to relax and play. I vividly remember the cold ocean water splashing at my ankles and the taste of the popsicles we ate between bouts of play. I collected hundreds of sea shells and made magnificent sand castles, dug holes as deep as I was tall and even caught a few fish. What I remember most of all, though, was Arlyn.Arlyn of the Ocean2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first summer I spent with my aunt was an entirely new experience; I had never seen the beach or played in salt water before. She coaxed me gently toward the water, armed with an array of floaties and toys. I followed her cautiously, reassured by her claims that I wasn’t meaty enough to interest any of the ocean’s monsters. I figured she had to be right; I weighed next to nothing as a scrawny, awkward ten-yea
SeascapeThe ocean creeps up like a guilty dog,Seascape1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
slowly, to attract no attention.
Somewhere beneath my reflection
my feet are drowning
All things draw near.
The sea curls its feelers across my skin.
Farther out, boys are splashing & shouting.
The tide bears a silent load
of foam and dead shining fish.
When You VisitWhere is it?When You Visit1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That gleaming blade
of broken dreams.
She finds it in a drawer,
underneath the clutter
of old vinyls and CDs.
Her eyes reflect the black
the lacquer on the cheap plastic
of her 99 cent escape.
Slowly, she drains herself
of every misfortune that dared
to meet her eyes that week.
Immoral and wasted.
She clears her head.
She cleans her skin.
Another battle lost to herself.
Crystal BethElizabeth was a girl so new to her school.Crystal Beth1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She didn't have any friends till the 'tide of Yule.
Little did she know that going to an X-mas house party would make her April's fool.
April was a pretty and popular lass,
Who had started off on grass.
Now she was failing almost every single class.
April was of the upper crust.
Because of this she had looked upon Elizabeth with disgust.
But poor and foolish Elizabeth didn't know that and gave April her trust.
"April," she asked politely, "what is that in your hand?"
"Oh," replied April (happy to have a new customer), "The love pill is in popular demand.
It's incredibly popular with my big brother's garage band." &
Lost TrainFeelings are gone.Lost Train1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mutual hatred surpassed it's usual level.
Hating the world.
The world hating me.
In this heart wrenched world full of so many, many things.
Of dark things.
Blooms the flower that I need.
Perfection has left.
All the words has dripped.
I am not perfect.
And never will be.
I am a failure.
As so to be.
Just a little more.
Just a little more hope.
Will I ever get to a place where there's hope?
I can't see a thing.
I love you.
I love you.
But the train has been delayed once again.
I love you.
I love you.
But the train is now gone.
STOP SUICIDEI know my life is nothing.STOP SUICIDE1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wish I could find a way to make it end.
The guilt inside stops me.
But doing this just seems like a trend.
What I did was too wrong
I feel as if the world would be better without me
What happens now doesn't matter because
I wish this story wasn't about me
But when you think it's all over you realize something.
That you do have family and friends
And even if you think your trash
They know that you shouldn't let it end.
Listen everyone I know life can really suck and trust most of time it does. I know with all that goes on you might just want to end it. But listen there's and yin and yang to everyone and every thing. Good and bad in everyone and everything. Right now in your teenage years it's hard growing up. Maybe its because your picked on because you're different, I know how that feels people just don't understand you and are blinded by their beliefs or what they think. For those bullies out there you need to think before you do because the guilt inside c
I killed a butterflyI killed a butterflyI killed a butterfly1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's wings ripped and blood dripped
It squandered and squiggled
it motioned and wiggled
It slowly died as it tried to fly
Flew into the light with it's final sigh
i would say to myself, over and over
It was just a butterfly perched on a clover
Nothing special or new
no greens or blues
Nothing all that bad
It was just one not a few
I felt worse as i went on
i tried to help it fly away
i couldn't even tell my mom
For she would think of me astray
Help me someone help me please.
There's a butterfly soon to die
"What have i done?" i asked myself, and not late after "Who am i?"
FairytaleFairytale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She smiles, but suffers.
Loves, but with a torn heart.
Laughs, but cries.
Pretends, but falls apart.
She trusts, but is deceived.
Strong, but weak.
Caring, but not towards herself.
Gentle,though not completely meek.
She sings, but screams.
Prays, but sins.
Believes, but scared.
Together, but broken within.
She's loved, but worthless.
Pure, but bled.
Beautiful, but ugly.
Alive, but dead.
ParadiseRunning down the street,Paradise4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Getting cold from the rain.
And he said to me,
That they'd just cause me pain.
No, I never believed him,
Oh, I was blind
No, I could never see it,
'It must be a lie'
Look at me now,
Look at me now,
Look at me now.
My body is blue from the pain,
"I'll sprinkle salt on them,"
I'm just a mess,
A tragic little girl
Stuck in a world,
Far madder than Wonderland
They call me Alice,
The Mad Hatter was my friend,
We fell in love,
And I never saw him again.
Tears in a bottle,
And I swam away to Hell
Oh it was awful,
Oh the Devil knew me well
So many lies I told,
To keep away from the truth I
Was so scared of
Just wanna go to
Don't Be AfraidCome back, my friend, what's gone wrong?Don't Be Afraid6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that you're sad, but where've you gone?
I can't understand unless you help me
here for you, I still am, Annie
You don't have to be alone, to cry in the night
I'm here for you friend, it will all be alright..
The White CityAna's feet were killing her. They were sore from walking and rubbed raw from the blades of grass that brushed ruthlessly against her bare legs, over and over again. She licked her lips, but they were still dry when she pulled her tongue away.The White City7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peti glanced back, saw Ana lagging, and paused for her to catch up. "Here." he handed her the flagon of water.
Ana took a deep, thirsty swig. "I thought we had to ration the water."
"It doesn't matter now. We're almost there. Keep moving, no more lagging. The sooner we arrive the sooner you can really quench your thirst. And your hunger."
Ana took another long pull from the flagon, then handed it back. She couldn't believe they were finally close. She could barely even remember Bymont. When they'd first left, and for some time after, there had been food and water aplenty. But the closer they got, the more the rations dwindled, until Peti was limiting food and water to one meal a day. "It's always like this, in the end stretch," he told h
A Haiku addressed to RealityI am a rare breed;A Haiku addressed to Reality8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a man you haven't ruined yet,
I'm still unbeaten.
A SuccessorI am my own downfall,A Successor8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dig my own grave.
I take it all in stride,
Accept the fact I'm insane.
I'm a master of my destruction,
A disgrace with every breath.
I've directed my own funeral,
A successor of my own death.
His FlowerIt was SpringHis Flower8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When he saw her.
She was gorgeous,
And just like the season,
She was young and thriving;
His beautiful blooming flower.
It was Summer
When he felt her heat.
Her leaves soaked up the sun
But it began to burn her up;
His beautiful warming flower.
It was Autumn
When he noticed her Fall.
Her stem began to bend,
And a leaf kissed the ground;
His beautiful wilting flower.
It was Winter
When he felt her gone.
She had turned cold,
Her petals gone,
Her remains becoming one with the snow;
His beautiful dead flower.
ResurrectionI no longerResurrection8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on this Earth
So I'll write
a new galaxy
from a first breath
in past sorrows
a new life.
The MemoryI’d like to die poetically.The Memory9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave my memory
Lisping through the trees,
Leave my burdens at
The garden gate
Leave my words of reason
Inscribed in the fate
of withering lily petals...
And leave as messengers,
the honey bees.
What is a Secret?What is a secretWhat is a Secret?9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but something not spoken?
Surely it is not
like a lie
words cruelly twisted
by the malicious intent
of trickery and deceit.
Surely a secret
is not as harmful.
there are often times
where lies and secrets
are built to coexist
crafted by the silver-tongued
to be one and the same.
What are secrets
but the earth that
covers a loved one's grave?
What are secrets
but things not spoken?
What are secrets?
There is no pure definition.
Maybe it is based on
how a secret is used.
Perhaps we'll never
for the answer itself
is but a secret.
autobiographystart.autobiography11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
seven lines written and erased and then forgotten
that began what i was thinking of and then supposed to write
she was writing she was laughing she was sitting in my head
so close to being real but then someone turned on the light
she fades to gray she's barely here
she doesn't want to disappear
her eyes aren't brown her eyes are gray
and now they're nothing, they're just clear
like invisible tape
except that they actually are invisible
collapse on the bed
eyes now red
and i remember what you said
but while i sleep
the me i keep
she jumps into another head
and there's a law that says that empty bodies have to die
so there's another me in here that fills me up inside
she's got brown eyes and brown hair and she looks just like i do
but all she ever wants to be is someone just like you
she's not brave, she can't talk
she just breathes, she just walks
she's a follower, a swallower
polite, but never knocks
she invades me, parades me
a shadow, a charade of me
she talks to al