Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Mowgli's Friend KaaMowgli had had enough of the village life. He almost literally threw down his things and stormed off, leaving the astonished faces of friends and family behind. As he walked towards the village gate, he began tearing off his clothes, first his flowing shirt, then his trousers, he was left in nothing but a thick diaper-like loincloth. He marched threw the arch of trees that led into the jungle, not looking back at the village. The hustle and bustle, all the stupid people and their stupid rules and regulations, just the whole village way of life was enough to drive anyone up the wall. The idea of money alone was baffling enough to Mowgli, who just couldn't see the point of it, saying how people should make or find their own things, and trade actual goods rather then tatty old metal coins.Mowgli's Friend Kaa3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
'Nope', he thought as he trudged along, pushing low hanging branches out of his face as he went. 'I'll much prefer my chances out in the real world, and if the worse should happen? Pah! Life's life.'
Planet of the Snakes Chapter 2Planet of the Snakes Chapter 24 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kaa congratulated himself as he looked at Eilish hypnotized. Kaa then wanted to test her obedience and decided to do something funny. He then commanded her "Now put your feet on my face."
Kaa's words were like music to Eilish's ears, and the 14 year old obeyed her new master without a thought. "Yess..master I will obey." The young girl then extended her legs and put her beautiful feet right into the python's face. The whole ordeal looked rather comically. Eilish with her feet in the air so close to the Kaa's face, still leaning against the trunk of the tree. The girl was Kaa's slave to do with as he wanted.
Kaa at first smelled the admiring her aroma and quickly understood she wasn't from here just by her scent which was far more different than the ones he smelled before . He took a few licks to taste her soles as he admired her state.
Eilish was in a deep state of hypnosis. The young 14 year old girl's mind had been completely broken by the hypnotic python. As Kaa smelled
Planet of the Snakes Chapter 1Planet of the Snakes Chapter 16 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pushing aside another, almost-as-large-as-her, fern leaf, Eilish found herself stumbling into a small clearing. The ground was surprisingly dry, compared to the muck she'd been trekking through for the past few hours or so. Maybe here would be somewhere she could rest without being disturbed by the continuous rain.
Trotting over to a tree with somewhat-smooth looking bark, Eilish slid down to the ground, leaning back and closing her eyes. To think, only yesterday she'd been touring around NASA's largest space station, constantly gazing out windows at the passing stars and planets. She'd always had a fascination with Astrology and the likes, but to be accepted to travel up here out of thousands of others? Ridiculous!
But, as she had expected, it had been too good to be true. The stations stability in orbit had been jeopardized, calling for the evacuation of all personnel. Though Eilish had seemingly been forgotten in thi
Help From A Stranger - Part 1Help From A Stranger - Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Ugh, so fucking bored.”
In the city, a lone man walked. He wore a black trench coat, along with a black hat, dark gray shirt underneath, black pants, and a silver tie blowing in the wind. He was unusually tall, and his stride was brisk and quick. Perhaps the most unsettling thing about him, besides his inhuman height, was the painted bandana on his face, which bared a frightening, sharp-toothed grin with piercing yellow eyes. Poking out from underneath the bandana was a lit cigarette, holding up the fabric enough to see a little bit of black blood and sharp red teeth.
This man was known to humans, by urban legend, as ‘The Pretenderman’. Most of the population didn’t believe he existed; that didn’t bother him. Although ‘The Pretenderman’ was more of a formal title, he was known by others like him as Zehnder.
It was getting late, and the sky above the city was streaked with red, yello
DIE DIE FASTER NOW!DIEDIE DIE FASTER NOW!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
INTO THE GROUND!
AWAY FROM ME!
FROM ALL YOUR HAUNTINGS!
FROM ALL YOUR TAUNTINGS!
DON'T COME BACK ANOTHER DAY!
FROM ALL THIS PAIN!
FROM YOUR HEAVY CHAINS!
FOR ALL YOUR LIFE!
LIFE FOR LIFE!
US FROM THE PAIN!
US FROM THE CHAINS!
YOU FROM MY HEAD!
YOU TO THE DEAD!
THOSE WHO HAUNT!
THOSE WHO TAUNT!
as the knife goes ini won't smile until i'veas the knife goes in5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smashed a bottle by your feet
and caught you from tripping in
your highheels when you flinched
we'll go home and pull
the shards from your ankles,
pretending diamonds grow from
your skin; making the hurt
(imagine a world where
currency is how much pain
maybe we'd smile at
our muggers, and say,
as the knife goes in)
we'll dine at dusk
on the back of a pickup truck
with two chairs and a round table
under New Mexico's blush
and you can call it
i'll just say we're
'cause who doesn't
like it rough
after the initial
if life's a car ride
trust that when i climb in,
we'll ignore every hitchhiker
asking for a kind lift
passion evaporating thorough oceans,
pleading hymns dyeing skies,
strip history of emotions,
wave the Mayans goodbye,
have some wine in Hokkaido,
Japan i love you goodnight,
would i give you
it's like this.it's a tap leaking. drops of water falling to the steady rhythm of your syncopated heartbeat. no matter how tightly you turn the handle, it dripsdripsdrips as though it has a will of its own; that is my love for you. there is no "it will fade away in time." there is no "if you ignore it will become a distant memory." there is no off switch. i wish there was.it's like this.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
it's holding your breath and the all-encompassing silence that follows; leaving nothing but anguish, a burning sensation on your temple and a soft - yet prominent - ringing in your ears to muffle the nothingness. life pauses for all of five seconds and you exhale as though breathing has no meaning. we are captured in a series of trivial moments and those letters filled with excuses that i will never write.
it's knowing that sweater won't fit you again but storing it in the attic for sentimental value. you burned holes in the sleeves with your father's clipper and that chocolate fudge cake never entirely washed out. de
A d d i c t i o nYou took your pocket knifeA d d i c t i o n3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
--The one with your name roughly engraved on it--
And sliced time in two
My mind is endlessly craving
One taste of words from your tantalizing lips
Existing to mock me
Your breath lingers on me
Blurry months after we spoke; I need it passing
Through my needy lips
Your tongue's a fishing line
You reel me in with every word you speak, every
Single move you make
Fresh paint peels off my skin
But you grip the paintbrush; tangerine paint on the tip of your nose
Goofy grin tacked up
Would You Forget?I don't want to fall asleepWould You Forget?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fear that sleep will erase my memories
My memories of you.
I also fear that tomorrow
You'll have forgotten about me.
Promise you won't forget.
MemoriesIt is said that we should move on from the past,Memories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that we should look towards the future
It is said that the past should be forgotten,
But for The Gone the past is the only thing for them to offer
and the bad,
are all we have left.
Cold Heart ExodusNo other worldly tear can make me burn faster than youCold Heart Exodus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My tear, let me hold you. I am so sick and I'm so weak.
Let me whisper my name into your cold heart and let it bleed into me.
For now I know, this elder exodus is nowhere near truth (it'll never be).
Only me, there's only me in this abyss. Only you will know!
There's only us, there's only you of us there's only two.
Let the wits flow. Let this feeling pass away with time.
Did you know that feeling lonely and content at the same time is a rare kind of happiness?
Now you know, so just leave me be! Leave me alone, I must be happy.
Cold Heart Exodus, I want to leave it all behind, I'm falling down
I can't stand. Don't breathe this toxicity. The water is stoned
Don't ever try to lie to me again. I won't even be there to hear you
Selkie There is a fisherman sitting on a rock by the shore; his forlorn grey eyes watching grey clouds rolling over apathetic grey waves, and beyond, a grey horizon.Selkie2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sits with empty hooks, empty nets, empty stomach, wrapped in layers of clothes like broken shutters that do not keep the chill out. Young and tan, he is, skin chapped by the wind, broad shouldered and well muscled from breaking his back dawn to dusk.
That must be all he knows, a grey life of work and water.
come to the shore,
and I will meet you there.
I am velvet,
I am smooth.
come down to the water.
let's play in the sea.
Forget your empty stomach,
there is only me
and the rolling waves.
Forget your net,
and your steel hooks,
they have nothing on me.
Must I come to you, for you see me not? I am shedding my skin, for you, fisherman.
Behold now the fair maiden down by the shore; my ivory skin, rose in the
Experts at the FallYou can't fly with a broken wing.Experts at the Fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't dance with a broken leg.
You can't smile with a broken heart.
But you can sure fake it.
Wipe your tears away.
Look yourself in the mirror.
Bring the corners of your mouth up,
and fake your life.
And if you succeed,
no one has to see your scars.
MasksWhen a smile is a frownMasks3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a frown is a smile,
The eyes we must crown
For relinquishing wile,
When a laugh is a tear
And a tear holds no pain,
Will fear fear to fear
And fearfully abstain?
When the act is the truth
We've lied to believe,
And the fable in sooth
Is but a peerless weave,
When each mortal mistake
Is a tale and a song
And the scriptures are fake
Or perhaps they're wrong,
When the mind is the eye
That sees the outside
But shame, it's too shy
Of the tongue which has lied,
When the answers are easy
To the questions unknown,
Do you not feel queasy
Of how little we've grown?
When acceptance is feigning
For it keeps us alive
Like sunshine to greenlife
On deceit we thrive,
When certainty is in doubt
And fiction is a fact,
The truth may come out
But is it ever intact?
When can mere candor
Hold its frail fort,
When all this slander
Plays such a good sport,
When can we speak without a plan
And in our authenticity bask,
When the mask becomes the man?
Or when the man becom
papermotivationpaper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is an isle i cannot wreak.
the land sits between my
as polar; i do not
cross it, i do not reach
instead i become immobile
for hours on my bed
lying asphyxia beneath
the moth ceiling
not a breath moves
not an eye slithers beneath
a fain paperweight-
clasping the marble-white
leaf my touch can barely
hold without its porcelain
through my grips-
not a jaw
breaks from its hinge
(to crumple a ghost
through peaking lips
the night is my maker,
my match. it holds me to the
flame i let die in me
and says "here, have a
look of what your dull dole
and "i know;"
motivation slithers through
my scalp a white-hot opal
not even i can excavate
My VoiceI've made my choice,My Voice4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now you need to hear my voice
I think you'll find, that in my mind,
It'd be a mistake to leave you behind.
I won't lie, and I can't deny,
I should have said something before,
That I wanted to be something more,
Because you're the one I adore.
survival is lifesurvival is life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood marks on the windows
Shadows on Meadow
Night-time is coming
For its time they rise
For they hunger on flesh
Preparation is in place
Survival is vital
I could hear my heart drumming,
and Pounding beats of a tambourine
Heavy breaths and sharps senses are on work
For they come fast but runs slow
Keep it down for silence makes us transparent
Yet the smell of blood makes us evident
It's all about hunger
For they hunger on human flesh
For us, we hunger on fresh cooked food
Livestock is on brink of extinction
fresh fruits is hard to find
clean water is almost lost
Drought is at bay
Suffering is getting less
For human is almost extinct
Flesh hungry zombies are overpopulating the world
The world is on deep stillness in the morning
At night is in chaos from the flesh hunting zombies
Survival is life
for we thrive to survive.
Remember 7 things foreverRemember 7 Things:Remember 7 things forever4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
1. You'll learn from all of your experiences.
2. You'll find wisdom every day.
3. You'll have reasons to be happy.
4. You'll be loved by me and others forever.
5. You'll be inspired to make new things.
6. You'll find peace and essential truths.
7. You're part of a universe that will never die.
There's no one on earth, who can stop you from changing and living your own way. Don't let others bother you. Live the way you wish. You don't need to worry about anything!
You can't even imagine all of the world's troubles, most of the time. You did not cause them. Let go of your past. You should set yourself free and be happy about your greatest accomplishments. Imagine beauty. Imagine life. Avoid death and destruction.
My Personal HellPlease. Don't assume you know my life just because you have seen a couple of my scars.My Personal Hell4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Even if you have taken a razor to your skin, needing to see the blood flow, needing the pain.
Even if you have stood under a shower that was as hot as you could physically stand it.
Even if you have closed your eyes while in said shower, and pictured the water running down your chest was actually blood, pouring from a wound on your neck.
Even if you have cried yourself to sleep every night because that's the only time you can break down without anyone seeing.
Even if you have walked down the street, resisting with every fiber of your being, the urge to throw yourself in front of the next car, and hope that it's going fast enough to kill you.
Even if, every time you close your eyes, you can see it. Yourself, holding a gun to your head, it's so real, you can almost feel the cool circle where the barrel is pressed to your temple.
Even if, you can see your body, cold, dead, blood and brains everywhere.