CharismaticCharismatic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tender touch of innocence
Flaunts throughout the air
Careless, all without intention
Relaxation of the mind
Allows the individual to come
Seeking what leads to be only dreams
Ignorance of the worldly costs
Soon to follow, what is lost
Now only to resurface once again
To be in such a tender sways
Emotional whirlwinds of new beginnings
Tipping the gusts against the favors
Now only charismatic to the touch
They have become unreachable
Flying higher and higher
They have disappeared into the limbs
Falling leaves have broken
Scattering them across the sky
Now once alive
Now lost forever
What If TOTH Contest Entry - FictionWhat If TOTH Contest Entry - Fiction4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"This is not up for discussion, Violet," Flash stated apathetically, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. "I don't know why you think it's a negotiable matter."
The sun had nearly set in the west, painting the sky with warm hues of pink and purple before finally wisping into a vast canvas of speckled indigo. It was the most beautiful time of day in the land of Chevaline, but neither the indignant mare nor the obstinate stallion paid any heed to the evening brilliance. The only thing on Flash's mind was overseeing the shift change of the guard-stallions on duty; a task that was becoming exceedingly hampered by his annoyance of a mate.
"Francis is my son as much as he is yours!" Violet snapped, her emerald eyes rolling with disbelief. "How dare you try and take him away from me!"
"Don't you want what's best for our son, dear?" he questioned, softening his tone to hopefully win her over without delving into a tedious discussion.
"I still have things to teach him!" the roan mare ob
How Kids EatWhat really happens when kids eat food?How Kids Eat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Almost the same as blowing a kazoo
Food be used as food but other things too
We really don't care they're fun to chew!
Here's to chocolate! A marvelous thing!
A tasty delight that has another fun use
To smear on the face with gooey choco-juice
Makes for great camouflage and very messy games
Vegetables and fruits we'll never ever touch
Eying them suspiciously like spies in a bunch
Strangely enough these loops of fruit
go down the hatch without dispute!
If ice-cream doesn't melt and run down our arms
it isn't real at all and should sound your alarm!
If it's real and cold then don't come close
since it looks much better as a splat on your clothes!
Have you ever seen a child with baked beans?
Or for that matter eating salad greens?
Neither have I.
A good way to tell that they taste very iffy
If the dog takes a sniff and runs away in a jiffy
Candies and snacks and chocolate milk too!
Make a healthy diet from our point of view
To the CoreMir ist ein bisschen kalt, weil meine Füße im Wasser stehen.To the Core1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Die Fliesen sind blau, Sonnenstrahlen tanzen auf ihnen. Gänsehaut zieht über meine Oberschenkel. Noch weiß ich nicht, ob es kälter wird, wenn ich weiter in das Wasser hineingehe, oder wenn ich hier im flachen Wasser stehen bleibe.
In meinem Bauch breitet sich freudige Erwartung aus.
Dieses Kitzeln auf Höhe des Zwerchfells, was einen dazu veranlasst, schreien zu wollen. Ich unterdrücke es, so gut es geht, und komme doch nicht umhin, kurz auflachen zu müssen.
Mit den Armen fest um meinen Oberkörper geschlungen, um einen Rest Körperwärme zu behalten, wate ich tiefer in das Wasser. Und mit jedem Schritt fühlt es sich so an, als würde ich immer mehr zu Wasser werden. Es saugt den letzten Rest Wärme aus mir heraus.
Meine Haare schwimmen um mich herum, wie eine Korona aus Seetang und im stillen Wasser kann ich mein Herz schlagen und den Puls in den Ohren ra
SnowfallLonán and NualaSnowfall1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First Snow, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Firefly Glade
He’d been here before. Of course, these days he almost lived in the little glade away from the herd, but he’d been here before. A year ago he’d fled the glade’s comforting embrace, a year ago he’d lost one parent. Now he was without both. He was lost; the Oak had cracked in two on that fateful day, the Lore was broken. None of this would have happened if his father was still alive. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for him.
He bowed his head with a weary sigh, buffeting the petals of one of the nearby flowers that seemed to have cropped up in abundance. The air felt heavy, and soon winter would come and bury everything in a blanket of white. He often wondered if he should
Kiss your Promises GoodbyeFeaturing King Drustan and Lady Roísín (NPC)Kiss your Promises Goodbye1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mid-Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, Hill above Great Oak
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It rained that day. The skies were a solid grey, no speck of blue sky in sight. Autumn was an unpredictable season, but there was something about this rain that seemed purposeful, as if Óganach above didn’t want to be seen. Or perhaps he didn’t want to see them. Perhaps he should have heeded that warning, perhaps he should not have continued with the Promise Ceremonies that day, but it was done now. Irrevocably.
There were two Princesses of age that year. Princess Fenella, a dainty and proper cremello in Áillte’s visage, and Princess Anastasia, a dark shy creature who was completely the opposite. Both does caused an issue; Promising the
Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,Autumn Autopsy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were reckless;
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
and blackened skin.
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
the viscera and
bared the bone --
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
to dusty artifacts,
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
Ashen Sky-Chapter 4 RevisedMatt fiddled with the radio dial, trying to find a station that was broadcasting anything but the emergency signal. The only one he found was a Spanish station. He groaned, slamming his head back against his headrest and causing Peaches to growl in agitation from the back seat. I know I shoulda taken Spanish in College! What good does German do me around here?Ashen Sky-Chapter 4 Revised4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The Quarantine Zone has expanded," Sara said. Matt was about to ask her to tell him something he didn't already know when she continued. "Breakouts being reported well outside of the original zone. There are now four quarantine zones."
Matt suddenly realized she was translating. "You speak Spanish?"
"I understand Spanish. Can't speak it," Sara corrected in a rush, holding up a finger to silence him as she continued. "New quarantine zones extend in fifty mile radiuses around Detroit, Michigan some town in Indiana I've never heard of and " Matt looked to her to find her face drained of
Story of a lying girlThat morning, the sun rose for the fourth time. The vastness of the unfamiliar forest weighted down on her aching shoulders. Back at day one, she discovered that every path looped back to an oak tree. It stood tall in the center of a clearing, much like a beacon of some kind. Still, she thought, if she ended up in this place, then there had to be some way out. It was simply a matter of uncovering the exit.Story of a lying girl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Attempt after attempt escape failed, and the girl found herself back at this tree once more. With a sigh she rested her back against it. The air tasted of a sleepless summer night; hopeless and warm. The feeling of being stuck in time. Abandonment. It was a feeling that stayed with her, rooted within her heart. You're on your own, is what she told herself these days. It'll be okay. Just gotta keep on going. There is no other way but ahead.
She looked up at the rosy sky. Solitude let to thinking, and thinking revealed old wounds that she knew would open again once she nu
schizophrenia?psychology defines schizophreniaschizophrenia?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as an impairing, delusional disorder
borne in the person’s inexorable inability
to tell right from wrong,
hopeless fantasy from harsh reality,
or even suspicion from acceptance
but aspen is a lovely, flexible woman
with names of imperial animal races
that never belonged to them,
with the countless colors of her eyes that
she makes up with named numbers
written in cursive sharpie on her palms
she takes pills that seem to
dampen & take away those charming
things she always says to me;
the voices don’t haunt or tease her,
they’ve always respected the way she
counted with willpower & the way she lived
psychology defines schizophrenia
as a disorder in which one cannot escape
their head long enough to
stop the thoughts of self-destruction,
to halt the onset of war on their
bodies as the asphalt hits their head
but aspen is a star amid the wreckage
when she asks you to hold her
until she can’t hear the bad numbers
crunching her ears int
Ashen Sky-Chapter 2 RevisedThe news reports came in every ten minutes with more and more falling ill with the strange disease. Still, no one had died, but families of the sick revealed that the Alzheimer's-like symptoms occurring after the sickness had passed were taking only hours to onset now instead of days or weeks. There was still no report of how the disease spread or even when it truly was. Scientists and doctors at the Chicago campus of the University of Illinois were beginning to believe this was a hybrid of several different bacterial and viral strains, but no manner of medication could ease the ill, and no manner of experimentation could reveal anything further. The disease was simply evolving too fast. They were calling it Mutant Strain U.Ashen Sky-Chapter 2 Revised4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matt had no left his couch since Sara had turned on the news three hours prior. She had brought over the pizza that he barely touched. He hardly noticed that she had eaten a whole two-thirds of it herself, though he did vaguely recall wondering where she put it all
We're DeadMommy screams. Loud, agonizing, tortured cries. She pounds her head on the steering wheel like a heavy metal concert guitarist except this isn't a stage and she can't play any instruments.We're Dead3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
This isn't a performance and I'm going to die.
"I'll kill us both!" she pulls my hair. Pulls it to the driver's side and I think my head will come off and I'm afraid it won't.
"We can die together!" and I don't think this suicide pact is optional.
She lets go of my hair and I'm crying. My 9-year-old body folds into itself and I don't want to die this way. I imagine our shattered car with its shattered people embedded in an innocent lamppost and I don't want to die but I know I will.
"Nobody loves me. You don't love me. We might as well die now!" Her throat is raw. Broken like every other part of her. Her roars are louder than anything any human should be able to make and the car is flying, flying over the road.
I'm crying like a child with horrible, hyperventilating tears. It's the kind of crying tha
my soul is leakingthe steady drip drip of it in the kitchenmy soul is leaking4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sink has me grinding my teeth
what a waste you said, and in vain
tried to tighten the taps as I laughed
a waste!indeed I am.
you told me, pride is a virtue you seem to be lacking
and I said pride leaves the blinds open and you laughed
and left the the blinds open.
Shiny black patent shoes, I watched as you were
lowered into the ground and wondered if that's where life got you,
if that's where life always got you,
what good is pride anyway?
TangoStanding beside one another,Tango3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heads down, hands together.
The spotlight illuminates our hidden personas,
instant lovers we become.
Our bodies mold,
our hands intertwine,
we swiftly bind as one.
The music floods our soul,
vibrating our surroundings,
sucks us in,
melting as do the strings
of a Violin.
Our movemets are clean,
Passion so not...
Love is so dark,
so dark, I see nothing.
But feel everything.
He grabs my hips,
holds my lips,
... I'm in flight!
Trusting our every muscle
as he holds me;
Drenched in generosity.
Strangers we become.
Afraid of the NightAfraid of the Night3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A struggle for sleep with screaming silence
Darkness cloaks the building violence
In a state of fear that rattles my nerves
For the blissful sunrise my soul yearns
Creatures searching, for blood they seek
The Eyes that watch as I fall asleep
Blood runs through me cold as ice
Let free the earthbound sacrifice
Swirling and twisted, the shadows stain
A throbbing fear that fills my brain
A gaseous shadow in front of me
What is this black figure I see?
A demon which whispers empty sound
With a snarling face and teeth of a hound
I hide beneath my blanket and sheets
With each step, the floorboards creek
Advancing closer I hear its breath
Bracing for my untimely death
A dash to the light switch saves my life
I have survived another night
Welcome HomeMy shadow is cast in all directionsWelcome Home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights shine brighter for me
My footfalls are hard on the pavement
I will not be stopped
I chased Death out the door
and under the pallor of the night sky,
she worked her way into my chest
Her fingers ventured forth
with the warmth to melt my iron doors
Now I smoke a cigarette in the bone yard
I sit here waiting, praying
for someone to lie by my side
The wind moans like a lover in my ear
It whispers 'come back to me'
Walk with me through my haunted places
If we grow a shadow, it'll soon disappear
I can show you beauty,
if you follow longer than fear allows
The smaller lights cast a greater glow
in the blackest of places
Slender Son - part 2 Home. I arrive there before school is even through. The incident has drained all of my patience for people. Mother is home already, napping on the couch. I drop my stuff in my room, which is still just a room full of boxes and a mattress not on a bed-frame yet. Then, I venture out to the backyard. This is the whole reason I've chosen this as my new home. The backyard leads directly into a huge forest. I've only ever very briefly checked it out before, but it seems nice. There is some life in it, plants and many animals, mostly birds or rodents. Not dark and dead. I don't like things like that. Death isn't what I want. Sometimes it is necessary, but that does not mean I enjoy it.Slender Son - part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After I find a suitable place to enter, I climb through what seems like a portal to a different world. There are some birds calling to each other, but other than that, silence. Peace. Peace seems a quality all too hard to find, to me. So I take it when
Change meChange me.Change me4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Take control of my feet and lead me to a place of war. Let me wander and see the destruction, the pain, the disillusions and give me shelter so I get harmed only inside. But do not break me.
Take control of my ears and lead me to a place of truth. Search and find me, tell me everything about myself. But do not disrespect me.
Take control of my hands and lead me to a place of art. Show me how to create and destroy, give me time to satisfy my soul. But do not imprison me.
Take control of my tongue and lead me to a place of lies. Make me join and pretend and laugh and act like I never thought I would. But do not believe me.
Take control of my heart and lead me to a place love. Carress me, light my fire and show me the secrets of desire. But do not possess me.
Take control of my eyes and lead me to a place of beauty. Show me that there's more to life than I thought. But do not leave me.
But let me keep my self.
SnowfallFeaturing Nuala & LonánSnowfall1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Early Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, Firefly Glade
She’d been here before. Of course she’d been here before, it was her home, but she’d been here before. Her whole world was light, like a dream, one she’d had more than once. Her magic surrounded her, motes of snow dancing in the air as they gently fell, glowing like fireflies in the light that came from her very soul. It cast a warm pool of pale gold around her, a beacon in the half-light of evening. This time though she knew it wasn’t a dream. She could feel it, real and corporeal.
She cantered swiftly through the forest, her feet finding the path without having to be told where to go. She hardly had to think; she knew where she was going. Every part of her knew. She’d wanted to return
Snow QueenSnow Queen3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shall I find thee all in ice ensnared,
the tree boughs stripped, the blossoms bared,
trapped in a wet and wintry grave -
the blight of snow and hoarfrost shared?
They brought you here, their souls enslaved.
The altar where your minions prayed -
a brilliant diadem of ice,
the offering that your cold heart craved.
They linger here whilst you entice
their frozen limbs as sacrifice.
Their wizened hands by you declared
the chosen few who paid your price
-Only Me- a short story-Only Me- a short story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't just exist. But I can't live either. I was never meant to live in a world like this. I'm sure of that. Where is the reality I desperately seek? Where is the end of my dream? When I wake up, will I want to go back to sleep?
I don't think I was ever born. I don't remember anything but pain. The pain I cause others. The pain inside my mind. Like a headache that never fades. If I reach out for help I drag that helping hand into the shadows. Into unknown darkness and torment. Nightmares. Perhaps I am a nightmare within a large beautiful dream.
It must be a beautiful dream. Because I met someone from outside, someone pure. Though the world is twisted and cruel she kept her sadness inside, it bloomed again and again within her soul. She came to me with a smile.
I can't remembe