The Burlesque GirlA girl with stilettos, red lipstick, and curled hair was ready to please since birthThe Burlesque Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born to prove to us what she's worth
"Hit the lights," she whispers, and struts onto the stage
The crowd cheers and gasps, everyone's amazed
The young boys heart's skip many beats
They came here looking for a treat
She blows each one of them a kiss
Blink for a second and you will surely miss
The heels come off, and down comes the hair
Haunting the audience with her stare
She amazes all who see
Each perfectly sculpted hip, thigh and knee
The boys all whistle, shout and cheer
But the finale is no where near
Her smile seduces all who should glare
She starts to pull up her dress, almost there
The lads all scream because they're delighted
She licks her lips, and they all get excited
The dress comes off and that's the end of the act
Barely has her dignity still intact
A girl who's brought more than just fantasies
A goddess who leave's more than wet dreams
Her body's a voice which she expresses
And this is wh
ZombiesThe dead stumble into the nightZombies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty graves left open
Under the moons eerie light
The smell of brains is potent
Horrified Screams pierce through the air
Ghastly figures roar through the town
On destructive paths, no one knows where
Terrified beings dragged to the ground
With blood, they'll paint the morning skies
Killing everything in sight
Under the silver-lit moon, it's no surprise
The undead will win the fight
Everyone becomes a mortal foe
Civil war in the streets
If you have fear, don't let it show
The zombies plot is almost complete
Pain and agony in every shout
They ignore their merciful cries
The human race they will wipe out
An promise you can't deny
Crimson eyes wathing the wicked
The chaos is quickly spread
Murder is a plague being transmitted
As if the streets were paved in red
The population has decreased
The battle was won
Now they will return to peace
For the bloody war was done
Bruised BlueBlood red rosesBruised Blue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bruised blue violets
Tears falling to the floor
Ripped up valentine's
A necklace hanging on a broken chain
You stormed out into the pouring rain
I sat and watched you from my window
But I was silently crying 'Don't go'
I stared at the mess
The one I had started
If only I hadn't lied
And hadn't tried to hide it
The Seven (ASOIAF inspired Prayer) (ENG)Father, please judge men's deedThe Seven (ASOIAF inspired Prayer) (ENG)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So that the war may not proceed
Mother, smile at the children gently
To make them grow and behave decently
Warrior, take care of all your children
Someday they'll fight for you with a sword instead a pen
Crone, see how the fate in the gods grows
What's right ? What's wrong ? Only the god knows
Smith, give strength to us to build walls to hold back The Others
Because we are all sisters and brothers
Maiden, spend of some knowledge
We'd like to know more than how to cut a hedge
Stranger, live can be a beauty
The believe in all of you is our duty
Dark wings,dark words (Nightwatch - ASOIAF) (ENG)The night gathers and the watch beginsDark wings,dark words (Nightwatch - ASOIAF) (ENG)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No wine, no wench should be my sins
No titles, land or castles I claim
To serve til I die is my aim
I am a crow, I am the gloom
For a joyful life is no room
On the wall we're all the same
There's no place for mockery or shame
I am the sword in the murk
I defend, when enemies lurk
I fight for the safety of the realm
To die honored is just a dream
On the wall no name is given to me
The upcoming winter is all we see
Be aware of the fact that war will come
We need all forces to defend our home
The Year of the BearI ignore the first prominent crackle in the underbrush to my left. It's most likely a squirrel, and I've seen plenty of those. One more does not interest me.The Year of the Bear4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's early August in northern New Jersey and it's hot enough to melt butter even in the leafy shade beneath the oaks at the edge of the pond. The heat makes me so lazy that I don't even want roll my head sideways on the battered plastic pool chair for a glance to the left. Anyway, Dracula is getting exciting. I ruffle the pages to go in my face, wishing that a real breeze would blow across the water.
An answering ruffle of leaves does not surprise me. If it's not a squirrel then it's probably my dog out patrolling her territory for new, alien smells. A crackle of brittle twigs from the same direction must be more squirrels, and a light slosh by the edge of the pond is just another trout belly-flopping as it gulps a bug off the surface. Finally, a quick succession of loud, crisp snaps--Chinese firecrackers in miniature--earns my at
Daring-Do And the Quest for the Sapphire StoneAs Daring-Do trekked through the tropical jungle, the wet heat sapped her energy and slowed her every step. If only she could escape this oppressive atmosphere and fly up into the cool blue sky. But her crash landing in the jungle had injured her wing and she was grounded for a few days. A few days, it might as well be a few months, or a few years! The mosquitoes buzzed loudly, the macaws cried from the high trees, yet, all of these distracting noises were not enough to cover the sound of the predators following her every step. [Tiger roars from an inch away, lunges at Daring-Do who ducks just in time, then jumps over a log] [Black panther blocks her path, growling] [Brown lynx jumps out from another direction, screeching] [Spotted Cheetah yowls while jumping from a mass of ferns, blocking yet another escape route. Only one path left.] [Standing on the log in the center of the beasts, our hero, Daring-Do looked out to the last path that was was blocked off by...a white kitty, hackles rDaring-Do And the Quest for the Sapphire Stone3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cretaceous YardThe call came in at 1500 hours, exactly twenty minutes after Leviner returned from his break. He picked up the phone and listened.Cretaceous Yard4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We'll be there right away, sir."
On the other side of the desk, his partner looked at him. "A homicide?"
"If only we could be so lucky," Leviner snorted, making Ellsie wince.
It was just another case of illegal dumping. Once the 'cera crew had cleared away the overgrowth of ferns, Leviner stalked his way in. "What do you see?" Ellsie called. Although the entrance to the small shed was large enough to easily accommodate Leviner, there was no way Ellsie was fitting inside. Not that it was her fault. Maiasaurs were designed to be out grazing in the fields, not solving crimes. Leviner tried desperately not to think of her as delicious, delicious cattle. If he even so much rumbled his stomach at her, she would turn him into a raptor pancake with one large foot.
Tromping over the carpet of flattened leaves, Leviner swatted a small dragonfly out of the way, deftl
Christmas on the Border of England and Over ThereIt's snowing on Christmas Eve, and half the men I've ever known in my life are dead. But that was in the war, supposedly a long way away from Oxfordshire, where I am standing outside my brother-in-law's beautiful brownstone house watching the snow quietly cover the hillside beyond. The daylight is dying and it casts the once-white ground in pink, and the pine trees are black against the hillsides, and the truth of it is that the war is not far away because it has followed me here. I am smoking a cigarette, watching the hill, and my mind is slowly counting down the list of men that I once knew, now buried under hills and snow, all of the way from Lorraine to the Rhine. Some of them were my men.Christmas on the Border of England and Over There3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Being an officer is like being a parent; when I left my boys in Paris, despite the Armistice, and despite how many times I reminded myself that they are not my children but in fact, grown men, I felt guilty, and frightened. Land mines don't know that the war has ended, and neither does hunger.
Writing ..Writing ..3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
ابقى بعيداً عني ..
اشغل نفسك بالدنيا ..
فستنساني يوماً ما ..
مؤكدۘ أنك ستنساني ..
ان لم تنساني اليوم ..
فستنساني غداً ..
وان لم تنساني غداً ..
فستنساني في نهاية الأسبوع ..
ابقى بعيداً .. وس
The Skin I Have LeftI close my eyesThe Skin I Have Left4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The urge is here
Beneath my skin
To rip it apart
A fine dust that lies
Over everything I own
That owns me
And there are days where it is fine
There are days where it's just dandy
And it pretends it's not there
It is quiet and it is peaceful
It rests, who knows how long for
And there are days where it is restless
Where it arrests me
Where it screams
And it burns
A red so hot
A red so deep that no blue can cool it down
And I stretch my neck
And I close my eyes
And smooth it with my fingers
And I try not to think about it
While I hold it
While I despise it
And no matter how hard I press it doesn't go away
No matter how hard I try
My fingers are stained
And I clench my teeth as I dig in deeper
And I try to make it disappear
But it comes back
I stretch my neck
My hand lays there
As if trying to stop it
The skin that I have left
Out from Under YouWhen I was four, my grandparents house started sinking into Halfway Bay. It was a slow process, but it started with a bang.Out from Under You6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was playing in the front yard when a horrible sound of sliding stone hit me. A four-inch-wide crack had split the ground in front of me, leaving the house separated from the rest of the land.
My grandmother was busy removing the blooms from the annuals when the yard split. She jumped up and ran to me when the ground broke.
Are you all right? she gasped.
Yes, I said. I was fine. It was grandma that didnt look all right. Her face was too pale and she was breathing hard. I thought she was just scared.
Grandpa came running out of the house and saw the crack in the front lawn, but his attention was almost immediately on Grandma. His wrinkles shifted to concern when he saw how she looked. He asked her if she was feeling okay, but she answered that she was fine. Grandpa didnt look convinced, but he wasnt going to challeng
The Pizza, The Prophet, and MeSo. It all began when the prophet Mohammad, peace and blessings be upon him, came for a visit to my house for some pizza and video games.The Pizza, The Prophet, and Me7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Id had the cheese and garlic pizza, with the pan-style crust with mozzarella crammed inside, and he had the regular old original crust topped with lots of vegetables, a lot of them olives, onions, mushrooms, and green peppers.
He really likes those peppers a lot, so I always make sure I have some in the house in case he decides to come over.
So anyway, there we were: me, lounging on the couch with my feet propped up on the little wooden folding table and he, sitting in his green robe thingy, cross-legged on the carpet.
I told him, as I always do, that he doesnt need to sit on the floor, and that hes a guest in my home and thus, can sit on the couch next to me. In fact, if anything, as a guest, the roles ought to be reversed completely.
And, as always, he just smiles and responds that I am a lady and therefore, I should get the couch
homeYou once told me that Star Wars felt like homehome2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I laughed because
It sounded like such a strange declaration
And seemed so out of the blue
But then I started thinking
What could possibly remind the homeless of home?
note the difference between house and home
And I thought to myself that night
Long and hard
As I held you in my arms
In all my thinking I found that each place had a memory
But I could not bring myself to call any of those places
Because I am among the homeless
As I always have been
So I thought to myself some more
And after quite some time spent dreaming of long empty houses
I realized something
You remind me of home
Of warm nights spent with the one you love
Of laughing uncontrolably for ages
Of kisses stolen long past midnight
Of hopes and dreams and happy memories
-In Awe- a short story-In Awe- a short story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What horrible deeds have been done with the Virgin Mary standing in the lawn? Every street, every house, every thing in this neighborhood is splashed with milky moonlight. Thousands of Virgin Mary statues stand silently, and peacefully in the dark just beyond the hazy shadows. Evil deeds shall be done. No matter what anyone believes or doesn't believe.
Its best to understand that before you die. Or maybe as you die. The agony between life and death put a lot of things in order for me. Things like school, and my mom's work, they seemed so petty and far away. The humming of a caring person was held much closer to my heart. It was Ode to Joy. As I burst from my human cocoon. He was humming Ode to Joy. As the bath water turned crimson. It was joy! As I slowly died, and was slowly reborn.
I want to ask this gentile person the lyrics to that song. I want to flex my wings and fly to wherever Beethoven is and kiss the hand that wrote such beauty. I am
The Ballad of MulanThe sound of weaving, woman's chore--The Ballad of Mulan4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Mulan weaves on before the door.
But now the shuttle's noise is drowned
By Daughter Mulan's sighing sound.
"Who, my girl, is in your thought?
What memory has your mind caught?"
"No one is in Mulan's thought,
No memory has Mulan caught.
The night before, I saw the post
The Khan sent out to build his host.
In scrolls of twelve did they proclaim
The characters of Father's name.
But Father has no eldest son,
And Brother's not the eldest one.
So I shall buy a saddled horse
To take his place among the force."
Now to the East for valiant steed!
Now to the West for saddle's need!
Now to the South to take the reins!
Now to the North, the whip remains!
At dawn she bids her kin farewell,
At night she camps by Yellow swells.
No cries from family find her ears,
The Yellow River's flow is all she hears.
At dawn she leaves the Yellow waves,
At night those mounts of black she braves.
No cries from family find her ears,
The neigh of foreign horse is all she hears.
Enraptured By BlessingEnraptured By Blessing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
Flashbacks, and the constant gaze,
As it was then I did not know,
The truth of the beat
of my once cold heart.
The thirst I beheld,
to behold the holding
of my attention,
of an enraptured obsession.
Pure, so true, by definition,
Defying the rules laid down by conformity,
spitting back into its face
the requisites of ungratefulness
hindered by the lack of sight.
Yet I saw the blessings
Wrapped with bows
In a marathon to my eyes,
Unscathed by bumps in the road,
Unharmed by my jagged edges...
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
the constant gaze and visual marathon,
Set me free, this God given blessing...
My once cold heart
is now and forever set aflame
The targetThe moon was high in the sky, it's power growing as the hour grew closer to midnight. Phillip felt the change soming. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, then a prickling sensation was all over his body. His ears and spine grew longer, so that he had a wolf's tail and ears. His hands and feet's transformation in to paws was quick, and he fell on to them, his transition to wolven form complete.The target7 years ago in Horror More Like This
The werewolf raised his dog-like snout and howled for the rest of his pack, and waited for them to come. It took an excruciatingly long time, but the two eventually entered the clearing surrounded by shrubs and trees.
" Hey Phil," A silver she-wolf said. " If you wanted to see me that badly, you could have just came over, not called the whole pack."
" Leave me alone, Katie." Phillip said, rolling his green eyes.
" Admit it," Katherine said. " You like me."
" Not now, children." Verin sat, his gray fur moving as he breathed in and out, the breath not coming easily for him. " I'm getting too
and it came on in waves.and it came on in waves.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Big Sur was a name that lived in the mouths of surfers and the words of Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller. Spontaneity drove me to this place as I ventured away from the Los Angeles wasteland back to the Silicon graveyard called home. The boredom of business for a whole week might have been the true cause. I'm never one not to take an adventure.
But California natives drove smart. To cross from one side of the state to the other, you took I-5 or 101. We laughed at the idiots who took the "scenic route" for pleasure, not for business. You only took Highway 1 to access the beaches. With the twists and turns, possible motion sickness, mudslides, rockslides, fog and constant construction, Highway 1 was a tourist's wake-up call-- not all is sunny-sexy in the Golden state. Seeing as I lived four years away from home, where the Northeast's transportation circulatory system pulses strong, fast and easy, I did an un-native thing and turned off at Pismo Beach for Highway 1.
Driving this road a few h
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting