WanderMy feet are burning in the icy cover that had lain itself over earth. It had happened so fast, in just a few hours all was white, except for the black tree trunks or withering branches.
I bend down to wipe the towering snow off a frail branch that seems to be in imminent danger of breaking upon its burden. I'm not careful enough, and by accident I break it myself. With a sigh I get to my feet and walk on, dropping it next to me.
I don't know where to go, and I know that no map would do me good. I have lost count of days, maybe weeks, maybe months, maybe years. It was a long time ago that I saw the blue skies, and even longer since I have eaten anything but roots and frozen berries.
I take some snow and swallow it, satisfying myself with the cold water until I reach civilization. The further I walk the darker the forest looms, the louder my feet crunch in the snow, and I fear that I am all alone. Somewhere in the distance I hear a sound. Someone calls. A village must be near then.
How to......get people to leave you alone on public transportations.How to...10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Carry around a good amount of empty alcohol bottles. Pretend to take a sip every time someone gets close.
2. Bring your uncontrollable pet monkey. Make him angry.
3. Eat something smelly. Sigh loudly as you swallow.
4. Cough in a nasty manner as you are being approached.
5. Lie on all of the seats and yell: “Taken!” when people want to sit down.
6. Talk to your imaginary friend about how you wish you could kill all papayas. Since everyone knows papayas are evil
7. Pretend to be in a heated discussion on the phone. If necessary use a made up language and throw in words such as “detonator”, “blast”, “die”, “a few seconds left.”
8. Practice for the upcoming opera in which you play the role of the dying horse.
9. Bring a cactus. Argue with it about the distance it is keeping in your relationship.
10. Build a fort made of suitcases. Th
UntitledThere's a jungle on my floorUntitled9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And an ocean on my bed
No longer can I find the door
Time for my monsters to be fed
Another storm on my table
A little earthquake in the closet
So the grounds become unstable
Time's up for me - the rules are set
Walls shiver quivering waves
Thoughts, dreams cover space
Windows blur with cumulus caves
As billowing blinds paint a face
Life and wonder clash at bay
Beating breath be upon my soul
My drawers prey to slow decay
Escape, as is my every goal
The Monkey In MeDeep inside the cracks of my mind lives a monkey.The Monkey In Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He has a maraca he likes to shake
And a blanket made of dust.
On bright days I wonder what he does there,
I even consider asking him;
His answer is but a monkeyish laugh
He shakes his maraca at me, mocking my thoughts,
Grins at me, with a smile that misses five teeth.
Then he jumps in joy, cries out, leaps away
He climbs my logic and chips a few pieces
And with them he decorates his house
which he built in my inspiration.
When night falls he tends to rummage
Through the drawers of my mind,
Poking this and poking that.
He never sits still, always playing his game.
Sometimes though he disappears
Into darker corners unheard of.
But upon his return he has found
So much and all of it he will, undoubtedly,
Fill up the shelves of his house with.
When did he come to be, I wonder.
What is he doing in my mind, pray tell!
For how much longer will this baboon taunt me?
I have a monkey inside me you see,
Maybe he's the reason I never sit still,
TumblingAs alone as a raindrop without a place to fallTumbling11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As silent as a heart without a beat
As hollow as an empty carnival
As wrong as cold without heat
I am incomplete
Drip drop rain on me
Silent flutter wind on sea
As anxious as an innocent prisoner in war
As desperate as a burning feather
As lonely as a tide without a shore
As gruesome as stormy weather
Will there ever be together
Trip trap on the way
Roaring thunder wash away
As restless as a journey without a goal
As hunched as a dying waterfall
As broken as a torn old sole
As dim as a voiceless call
I feel so small
Riff Raff down it goes
Tired gasp the world it froze
ShatteredI wished to return with dignity.Shattered1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everyday HeroesZoom ZOOMEveryday Heroes9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here to save the day
Now all eyes on us
Our hair's untidy hay
We need to catch the bus
Angels we are not
(too clumsy, honestly)
But wings we got!
And have a family.
Capes are handmade
And wooden swords
We come to your aid
On our skateboards
We might look funny
Might not be fearless
Might not have money
Might be a tad careless
But we do what we can
Changing the world is the plan.
The Normal LifeHe had forgotten how good it looked on him. Domenic was wearing his elegant suit, the one he had bought a few years back for his sister's wedding. He had never gotten to wear it.The Normal Life1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The suit had cost him a lot, and he was glad that it still fit him as perfectly as it had when he bought it. Looking at himself in the mirror he corrected his tie once more with satisfaction. For another moment or so he looked at his reflection, unsure if he was arrogant or if this feeling of empowerment was normal. Domenic was surprised when he caught himself smiling, and he quickly turned away.
His new shoes still smelled of unused leather as he put them on. Not more than a week ago he had bought them for himself, after deciding it was time for a change. Domenic had told no one about his decision, which made it even more special.
Grinning, and with growing anticipation, he took his work equipment and stepped outside. As the door fell shut on his spacious apartment he let out a small, satisfied sigh before wa
19.specks of sand and dirt burrowed themselves19.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the scrapes on my knees
as I sought to fly away from there;
amidst my footprints on trampled earth
I learned that forever can be measured
(the sun was cold
stretching my bruised arms towards
them, who look at me as if I am
a pitiful animal, abandoned and rough
yet it was this beast inside me
that taught me always can be measured
(as usual, I'm not going anywhere
“You know everyone has problems.”
a scoffing utterance from my own mind
words that sting as much as the first time
my wounded heart endured them, when
I learned that often can be measured
(the sweetest lies were my own;
I told me to see the bright side;
to not spend my life battered
and bitter, and I pledged to keep my smile
from now on, but all I learnt was
that sometimes can be measured
(in the end,
I still lacked strength)
When I fell after having clung
to that image w
First Night OutAnd this was supposed to be fun? How the heaven was this supposed to be fun?First Night Out1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her little fingers gripped a small stick. It was crooked, just as her hat was and it had as many wrinkles as Mrs. Willow. The thought made her grin.
Miranda shot a quick glance over her shoulder. Momma was still working.
With a sigh she lifted herself from the big stone bench. Dragging her feet along the cobblestones she counted the moving things. She found barely anything. Crows at the least, but there were neither mice, nor spiders, nor ants nor anything else.
Maybe it was because of Momma and the others.
Maybe it was because the moldy earth was rotten.
Miranda stopped as she lifted her brilliantly green eyes to the night sky. With the crooked stick she pointed at vast network of stars. The sky turned and blurred, until it was nothing more than a giant picture for her and the stars were the dots she would have to connect in order to unravel the mystery of the giant painting. Monkeys with
Personal ClownI'll write something happy, something newPersonal Clown1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like cows standing there, going Moo
I'll succeed, I will make you laugh
Are you smiling yet? Look, a giraffe!
I guess that didn't work, wait let me think
How about the story of a sailing sink?
Not good? I wonder, now, are you happy?
Good I'll admit, this might be crappy
Still I wish you'd smile your smile
Just don't frown, I'd walk you a mile!
I will continue until you brightly grin
heck, why I'd even grow you a fin!
Until I turned that frown upside down
I'll act as your personal clown
Just laugh and don't be so gloomy
These lines won't rhyme, I warn you.
LeftoversLike many others, I tend to leave a lot of leftovers. Normally they just sit and wait in fridges until they get eaten or go bad. But my leftovers always disappear over night. And as staying awake never worked for me I had to use other methods of finding out what was happening.Leftovers7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So I put up cameras once, but the battery ran out just around 2:30am. I also set traps, all kinds of traps. But, nothing. In time, I gave up and focused on more important things.
Yesterday was a very rainy day and all the dirt on the streets turned into mud. I made sure not to make any marks with my shoes when I came home, but this morning I found that those who steal my food aren’t as cleanly.
It took me half an hour to get rid of all the tiny mud footprints that led from my window to my fridge. The day after, I find another trail. Apparently tiny people live in my garden – right between my lavender bushes and my tomatoes. I think they take care of it when I don’t find the time to. But they do
UncertaintyIt feels like falling from great heightsUncertainty7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or running towards endless nights
As if standing alone in blinding lights
Or being chased by grand knights
It feels like melting ice cold fire
Or knowing the secret of the liar
As if whishing to be someplace higher
Or having nothing when need is dire
It feels like losing something rare
Or searching through a haunted lair
As if breathing deeply rotten air
Or being treated unfairly fair
BlankMy mind is blankBlank1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write desperately
This pen is cursed
Surely it is
This cannot be
my fault, no no
It's this paper
This air, this rain
Not me, nuh-uh.
Me Or NotWho is that there in the mirrorMe Or Not1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who is that smiling at me
How can you know of my terror
How can it be you are free
How can it be you are laughing
Is it for knowing that boy
Does in your ears a song ring
Gently telling stories of joy
Don't grin so foolishly at me
Reminding me only of him
I almost believe that he is key
To a future, oh, not so grim
I don't understand my reflection
Please tell me who this girl is
A girl so afraid of rejection
Her mind but a jumbled up quiz
Yadda YaddaYadda Yadda1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So the doc said to him
"You're looking too thin,
to fatten you up is a must!"
It was not on a whim
that the doc said to him
"Our goal is eight ounces or bust!"
"Gained eight ounces how's that?
And in less than a year!"
But the doc just frowned and he said
(and I quote...)
"You are now way too fat
you must diet I fear,
eight ounces must go or you're dead!"
"Now look doc" I bellowed,
"I'm up then I'm down,
it's way too confusing for me.
(so listen up...)
I'm an average fellow
now please leave me alone,
I'm as healthy as I need to be!"
Doc just let out a sigh
and said "Go your way then,
why bother to listen to me?
(but before you go...)
Your sugar's too low
your cholesterol's too high
your heartbeat's too slow
but hey, don't ask ME why
your eyes are too small
your nose is too big
your height is too tall
(where's my thingamajig)?"
I just looked in his eyes
and then went for the door
I said all my goodbyes
as my feet hit the floor
I then let out a s
HealI spend my days in thinking, andHeal1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My nights in whimpered pain
I rise to work, but Lord, it hurts
To live this day again
I soothe my wounds with Empathy
Their faces make me feel
That somewhere in this brutal world
There is a chance to heal
I never was the strongest one
My words were never bold
But when the crowd had cast them out
My arms were theirs to hold
My heart was theirs to whisper to
And love, each time you cry
I'm here to wipe each fragile tear
And taste each wounded sigh
I spend my days in waking up
To pain that never fades
But there are lessons to be learned
And words to soothe my days
I feel I've never given much
But now I see the truth
The one thing that I cherished was
The love I gave to you
... Somewhere in this world
There is a chance to heal
I love you all
Prejudiced FutureDisappearing behind the barren mountains, the sun strengthened once again to plunge the surrounding wasteland into a reddish glow. Thunder echoed in the distance herding a wall of gathering clouds, it smelled of rain.Prejudiced Future9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lowering her head again, the lonesome girl continued to pursue the stony path. Her petite body was enveloped in a holey potato sack, cobbled together hopelessly out of a few animal hides. Barely enough to cover all parts of her dirty skin, or provide sufficient protection from the harsh weather, the rags hampered her pace even further by dangling into her tread now and then.
Stumbling forward barefooted on the cracked, drought-torn earth, her march had transformed into a shuffle, the aching, exhausted legs were unable to carry the weight much further. She consoled herself as she passed some dead trees swaying their twiggy, bald branches in the rising wind. The strange creaking noise, caused by the brittle wood, forced the traveler to concentrate on the way ahead, while wr