kingdom animaliawe fester, feast on the banquet of our bodieskingdom animalia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like divine liturgy on the tongues of sinners,
become holes in each other’s cheekbones,
our mouths running like catapults of impatience.
when you looked up from molding the underside
of ambiguity into a tourniquet, you told me that
my hair was a lion’s mane. i told you that my
mistakes read like grocery lists:
i tamed the pieces of you that curled bones
into empty convictions.
maybe the flesh wounds trailing down our arms
could lead us to the other side of forever, but we
are both caged lions:
animalistic and gnawing elephant tusks
to rubble since the dawn of time.
Flash Fiction: Good Business We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?Flash Fiction: Good Business6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
I feel.... ah... A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. I feel fantastic. Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
Would you like to see your new body? A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd like to see. He pointed her towards the mirror that had been cleaned of all dust and grime.
Everything is different with loveHey love?Everything is different with love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would have happened
if we never met?
What would have changed?
I'd still have the same name,
and still look the same.
With you, I stayed up more
laughed and cried a lot
somehow I felt alive,
now that someone cared.
I learned what longing feels like
the true meaning behind Goodnight,
or Wake up you lazy bum,
you taught me what I love you means,
and I also learned the taste of fear
of one day reading this
and feeling the pain.
I'll use every moment we share,
stock up on laughs and care.
I'll be greedy and have you sweet-talk me
a million times a day.
I'll hug and cuddle you,
and pray for your own safety.
Before you I was somebody,
and when you came along,
I became human.
Falling and GoneI'm falling.Falling and Gone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt happy.
But not anymore.
I should go faraway.
No one to hurt me.
I am slowly
And my grip on reality
Why am I here?
I was supposed to be dead.
I wasn't supposed to be born.
I was an anomaly.
And somehow I survived.
I wish I didn't.
That one chance
Is the reason
That I want to die.
I guess it was my destiny.
You might not notice
But I'm that girl
Who used to be doing well in class,
But slowly is falling behind.
I still act normally though.
I'm the one,
Who stopped talking
To my friends.
Because it's too hard.
I hope you don't notice.
When I scream,
Or just sulk in class
And ignore you.
I just don't mean it.
That I need to runaway
Gnaws away at me.
Just to get away.
Somewhere far from here.
In my computer and phone,
The only comforts
I have in this home.
I'm not a freak.
Even if you think that
AngelShe had a soft smile on her face, and snowflakes melting in her hair.Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her white gown was flapping in the wind; the pure fabric granting her mock wings,
their lonely forms shading her lean frame.
The breeze was playing with her bronze locks, like a lover's whisper floating on her throat.
I jealously tried to reach for her hand, to feel her porcelain skin flutter against my own.
Yet, they wouldn't let me in, her last ornament a yellow ribbon.
She always was untouchable, the eccentric girl attracted to skies.
Thought she could find her peace by flying away, no matter the pain, no matter the way.
Drugs, alcohol, pills, forgetting bad dreams.
Soon none strong enough to find her release.
At dawn she left her aseptic room, eager to take wing for exotic shores.
Now the sun is starting to bloom, uncovering her corpse in this grim decor.
People shamelessly staring. Shell-shocked nurses gently shedding tears.
With the wind's torturous wailing, I silently leave the clinic's parking.
I never t
Messages I. Just. Can't. Anymore. He won't stop messaging me, Facebook, twitter, text messages, and empty phone calls. He won't leave me alone. I can't sleep, he starts blowing up my phone around midnight every night. I beg and plead for him to just leave me alone, just to let me sleep but my cries seem to go unheard. I even called the police once, and after about 2 minutes of investigation they summed me up as crazy.Messages5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Maybe I am crazy....
But I know I'm not.
His messages started out short, a few words, always full of meaning. I text back to please stop, that I don't want to talk to him. These lasted a few weeks only a couple times a day....Then....I think he got mad at me....They started getting creepy...
You miss me
I miss you
Ave,It's never enough for him,Ave,6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she'll always be the punching bag
he enjoys to torture so.
Even when he's not around,
his cruelty never fades.
His twisted morals don't allow him to let her go.
He drops off the face of the earth,
a month or two, even more,
but the million memories are still there,
battling, struggling and ripping her
from the inside out,
a massacre within her heart.
With a thousand thoughts in her mind,
and the burning ache in her soul
she holds her pride to her throat,
ready to let her boiling blood pour.
Only then he comes back,
to renew his vows, to reignite
the longing, the sorrow, the so called love.
He took her for granted, that was his sole fault.
He stands aside, envious of her smile, though,
she's no longer his, and her eyes look the other way
while she shares a dance with another man.
She's no longer the wreck he worked so hard to create,
she now soars in skies he can't even dream to reach.
She sees him, but doesn't care,
behind his fanged smile and cold glare
Fire and IceOnce upon time there was a girl,Fire and Ice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a blue eyed one with a spirit of fire
oh blue eyed one only if you knew
just how hard i fell for you.
There was this prince with
ice cold heart and chocolate brown eyes
and his heart slowly melted against the flames.
In fire and ice they bathed and danced,
savoring the kisses and hugs
and the shy sweet love soon became
a warming blaze.
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
numb.despite the name,numb.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe that one can feel numbness
the same as you may feel stung
by getting slapped–
leaves your skin ringing
and eyes full of water,
fingers trailing on the skin
that you feel only in theory.
Why?Why?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at yourself and you judge her?
my best friend?
aren't you no better?
you hurt her, and betrayed her
and you think after they hurt you, and throw you away
you expect her to take you back?
tired of dealing with you and your lies
your fake personality shows
she was innocent, and honest
but, you threw away the best thing you ever had
well, she warned you
and when they do throw you away
all you will have left is reminiscence
of what could have been
You showed your true colors
and proved me right
I told her I was done
and I saw through your facade
she was naive and kind
Thinking you were her friend
now all the lies are revealed
and you have lost the trust you
should have NEVER earned
Thanks for your concern but,
My Best Friend doesn't NEED a friend like you
~ Sincerely an Angry Best Friend
Bloodbound - 12As expected, the princess was able to hide in the shadows of the party. Others ignored her; she had been used and cast to one side by the Alpha werewolf whilst her father had done nothing to protect her. The gossip on her was dying out, and people were uninterested in a princess with no self respect.Bloodbound - 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And it showed that night as Alena leant against the back wall of the hall, sipping at her third glass of wine. She felt a warm feeling spreading through her as she lost her inhibitions, the night progressing into more of a blur with every sip. Her mother could be seen socialising to one side of the party, far from her daughter, but Samantha had acknowledged her presence earlier that evening before moving off into the crowd.
At least somebody thought she was worthy enough of some attention. Alena rolled her eyes at her self pitying thoughts, fed up of her own complaints and whines. She missed the old Alena, but she had released her when the punishment for her actions had become too much to
windshieldwindshieldwindshield11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit behind the windshield
as water floods the outside
looking out as they look in
I turn on the wipers
just for fun
As the window clears I see them
With every windshield wipe
I fade a bit
They cannot see me anymore
and I am gone
Just as I began
Lancelot Price 2014 January 16
SilenceMy silence is a lie.Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One that can never be taken back,
and will haunt me until the day I die.
I see it as a curse,
that will plague me until they bring the hearse.
They say silence is golden, like the fruits of a summer's yield,
but I see it more red in nature,
Like the blood of a battlefield.
I've heard silence can kill love,
but can't it preserve it?
If I speak, the words can kill,
But if I am silent, life can be still.
Motion could tear the strings,
and leave the puppets of this play motionless.
This catastrophic progress could leave me,
I hate silence, you see?
It causes sleep to abandon me.
A quiet riot fills my mind, fills it with thought.
Thought that provokes words, I dare not say.
These words, torture me, make me wish I were dead.
Because in death, I can always be,
Dear KnightI.Dear Knight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raise your sword up high,
There’s no time to rest tonight.
For she’d called your name
The moon is shining red,
The beasts dwell in wait,
There’s no time to lose!
O’dear knight, save me from my blight
For the war they foretold
Claws at my young bones
It eats away my land, my hope
I fear I will fail to see
the sunrise anymore,
Your grace, I pledge
with all the might in
my still beating heart!
They will not lay a foot
In these fields tonight
Their blood will be spilled
And corpses will soon litter
my beloved homeland.
My knight, my beloved fool!
They said you died…
How dare you?
You didn’t see it snow or rain
Nor saw the roses bloom
No one wipes my tears while I pray
I still call your name,
but you answer no more!
My dearest one, my knight
how am I to stop missing you?
Sights and SoundsSuch mysteries had lived beyond this landSights and Sounds4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But after all the sights that I have seen
I seem to hold the world within my hand
The waters of blue and the hills of green
It was such a very beautiful scene
To which even the driest eyes would cry
And lift you up as if you were to fly
I've eaten the things they eat in the east
And have heard the words they speak in the west
I've tamed some of the world's deadliest beasts
And let my aspirers tame the rest
I now can say I have left the nest
And I have grown the wings of which to fly
And I soar through the dark and starry sky
One year I'm sailing, swaying on the sea
Watching the great beauty of life go by
The waves so sway with the blue manatee
The whale with grace like a butterfly
But now I am home and surprised is I
The very solemn, unsolved mystery
Why all life has changed except that of me
Kiss Your Scars GoodbyeAs liquid regret drips down your face,Kiss Your Scars Goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day, I promise they will fade into yesterday,
And be erased for the next tomorrow.
Your most frightening nightmares could transform
Into your most glorious daydream.
Remember to say goodbye to your tears,
Because once they leave,
It will be quite a while before they do return.
Darling, lift your sleeves,
And show the world that what was once hidden
Behind fear and lost emotions,
Is now exposed and ready to flee from your
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day…
I promise, they will fade into yesterday…
And be erased into eternal tomorrows.
Confessions and TransgressionsDear Mother and Father,Confessions and Transgressions4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I write to you a great confession
Of which outdoes all other transgressions
I have committed in my life so far
It was I, I, who ate from the cookie jar
When the apple was what you told me to eat
But to my expectations it did not meet
As the cookie was soft and the apple was not
But you need not worry; I did not leave the apple to rot
Now don't think I'm crazy, though this may sound absurd
But I gave the ripe apple to a little hummingbird
Now as for my punishment, I'll give you time to think
But for now could I please have some milk to drink
alcoholic baptismyour insides are stained with pain.alcoholic baptism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pure, pure pain.
pain purer than your heart
and all those other godly things
and i want to wash you off.
i'd start with your bones, your brittle-
brittle bones. gently remove them from
your arms, i'd soak them in white wine
to clean them off. the things done with
liquor in one's system are nothing to be
proud of, but alcohol has a way of washing
away all the traces of sorrow.
i would pick out your muscle tissue &
dip it in gin, dispelling the memory of
your parents' divorce.
i'd make you feel whole again.
the skin around your wrists, i would
shower it in whiskey and everything
pretty and my lips would glide up &
down giving you kisses. i'd leave the
scars on as battle marks, evidence of
what you've done, and soon enough
you'll learn to accept yourself.
i would scrub your back down with rum,
take the load of your worries off. you don't
worry too much, you just have too much
to worry about.
i would heal your sins away, bathe you
in jack d
His Name Was Ethan.Chapter One.His Name Was Ethan.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't have to stop and save him. Fuck it, I could have just walked away let him kill himself. I mean, I didn't know the guy nor did I want to. I mean, who wants to be friends with a emo freak with a death wish? Obviously no one. He was doing it all for attention, that had to be the reason. Everything has a reason, like when it rains or when it thunders or even when a frog catches a fly.
But the better part of me, the more...humane part of me told me to do something, anything to stop this guy from killing himself.
That guy was standing on the railing of the bridge that overlooked the Highway. He had his back towards me but I could make out pale skin and jet black hair. He had on a red hoodie and some dirty old skinny jeans. On the ground next to him was his back pack, he had to be at least my age, and possibly went to the same high school as me.
I moved forward towards him, every step gave me doubt about the whole situation. It wasn't too late for me to t
to hold.she wants a guy to hold herto hold.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till her bones are warm
and the chills are gone
from her eroding spine.
she wants a hand to always hold
when hers is warm, or hers is cold,
and through the night, she'd like to smile
at someone sleeping next to her.
but love can't be stolen,
or bought next to bread.
it can't be taken and sold
like a slave or a lark.
it has to sing it's sweet song
in your ear, play with your hair
and whisper too loud in supermarket
stores. it has to build you a bridge
to the rest of the world
and help you cross it.
love has to rear its eyes
and look deep into yours
and see someone in you no one
she wants a guy to hold her,
but love isn't free.
Pickup Lines and a Dumb GirlI lost my phone number. Can I have your's?Pickup Lines and a Dumb Girl7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Uh I dont think thatll work. Like, then if someone tried to call you theyd like call me instead.
Thats not what I meant.
Im a thief. Guess what Im going to steal?
Like, OH MY GAWD! NO WAY! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STEAL MY DESIGNER PURSE YOU JERK! (hits him with purse)
OUCH! (grabs purse and throws it in some random direction) IM NOT REALLY A THIEF! AND JEEZ, YOU BRUISED ME! WHAT DO YOU KEEP IN THAT THING?!
Um lemme see .12 lipsticks 20 different eyeshadows .my wallet .three hairbrushes a few rocks since I recently stole my little brothers rock collection cause he was annoying me some mints a brick for protection..
Like, okay, jeez..no need to like..shout.
I am a Writer because...I am a Writer because my creative juice runs dryI am a Writer because...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because sometimes, my pages cry
A writer because I don't need to be
Never really expecting what I see
to come out on paper
So clean and so dapper
I am a writer because my characters act alone
I do not run their lives like I do my own
A writer because I don't care sometimes
Keeping up with all the correct lines
and my grammar is not the best
and I digress
I am a writer because it's better to speak
sometimes, more often I'm weak
because it's nice to be heard in letters
A writer like all the others
My stories may not be well done
but in my mind description may never come
I am a writer because I get surprised
by all the things my characters do in their lives
and I do not expect to be right
A writer because I may not want to tonight
and often when the story is done
I am a writer, because it's fun.
MeI put myself in a fantasy world.Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The real world just doesn't compare.
I get on better with boys than my own gender.
I'm just not into the girl's life.
I have such a dry sense of humour.
People think that I'm cruel.
I've been in love with a friend,
for over six years.
And I'll be damned if I tell him at all.
I block out my feelings.
I have a face for the world.
It's different to what I am truly.
I stick up for my friends.
No matter the cost.
No matter what trouble I'll get into.
I'm wierd and I'm wacky.
That's why I'll never be popular.
Society just doesn't fit with me.
Or maybe I don't fit with society.
I am who I am.
I accept everything.
I'll accept everyone.
No matter what they believe,
No matter what they do.
My anger stays hidden.
I keep it at bay.
You don't want to see,
All of my rage.
This is me.
Most is good.
Some is bad.
But who can't say that?
I'm embracing it,
I'll tell myself this.