RondeletsBlackbirdsRondelets3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beaks pierced with rue; wing tips broken
Frail songs born on air and dying
And frail sounds no voice has spoken
Tiny beating hearts laid open
Shiver of hips
A twist of silk sends coins flying
Shiver of hips
the rhythm poised upon her lips
Dancer, her seven veils sighing
silk upon her bronze skin lying
Shiver of hips
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror Movie60 Ways to Survive a Horror Movie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.
2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)
3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.
4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.
5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also die naked, which can be kinda embarrassing, and awkward for whoever finds you. Besides, who knows what the killer does with the body… *Shudder*
6. If you're running away, which you will be, make sure you're wearing proper shoes. High heels or bare feet usually end up in tears. And blood. A lot of blood.
7. Also, if you're running, never look beh
Nowhere Land 1 (Comic Script)Nowhere Land 1 (Comic Script)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Page 1: Three large rectangular panels of equal size, arranged top to bottom.
Panel 1: The cruel white sun, suspended in a bright cloudless blue sky at the center of the panel. At the left side of the panel the tiny dark shape of a buzzard flies against the bright blue sky towards the right side of the panel.
Panel 2: The buzzard from the previous panel. The buzzard is significantly closer, and is now seen from a side-on orientation at the left side of the panel. Behind the buzzard perhaps five miles or so in the distance, the bright cloudless blue sky joins with a distant range of low-lying mesas. The land below the mesas is a reddish-tan desert which continues to the bottom of the panel.
Panel 3: The buzzard from the previous two panels. Here the buzzard is seen from the right side, and slightly above and behind as it dominates the left side of the panel, before it is cut off by the left and lower borders. Below the buzzard, the red
north station"why is it you always come home covered in blood?"north station7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"because i never bring a change of clothes with me."
"is it your blood this time, or someone else's?"
"oh, it's rebecca's."
"why is rebecca bleeding?"
"i think she's stopped by now."
"glad to hear it, but why was she bleeding in the first place?"
"right. rebecca got hit by a train."
"gosh- is she alright?"
"yeah, of course."
"shit, good thing. man, what happened?"
"i told you, rebecca got hit by a train."
"no shit. i mean, how did she get hit by the train?"
"well, see, she was on the tracks at the moment the train was-"
"fuck off. you know what i mean."
"i'm just messing with you."
"are you going to tell me?"
"not really, no."
"because you're an ugly fucker."
"yeah, you are. hey- don't touch me."
"shit- it's not like i want to. just why are you covered in blood?"
"rebecca got hit by a train."
"yeah, i get that. but why are you the one who's bloody?"
"i was too close."
"you were by her when she fell on the trac
The KrakenThe Kraken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
I love youI love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Love You,
Three simple words,
Said by many,
Three simple words,
Abused by many,
Three simple words,
Meant by many...
So from me,
What do they mean?
When you cry,
When you laugh,
When you fight,
When you love,
And when you're alone,
Have no where to go,
There is no hope,
I am there...
To hold you,
To comfort you,
To protect you,
To let you know,
I will always,
With all my heart,
With the meaning known,
I leave you,
With these three,
Very simple words...
Very Powerful words...
Truly spoken words...
Those three words,
That simply mean
I Love You
Exhume and InhaleI have tasted God, he tasted of sweet wineExhume and Inhale4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and sandalwood, the deep forest you lay down
in the moss and twigs, scattered like finger-bones,
your spine ripped out, curved like a bow.
I couldn't find your heart, trembling
against the opened cage of your ribs,
under the gently speaking rustle,
leaves unfurling, the dance of sunlight
slinking between your vertebrae:
piccolo skims and birchskin shaves.
I fled. Your right shoulder blade beckoned still,
unfolding like the slow feathers of a wing,
your wrist flung out, palm
up, gasped my name,
but I could not stay, only
strained your skin with oleander tea,
drifted, drifted with the tumbleweed,
the blind breath of the wind:
and I had tasted God, birdsong on my tongue,
soaring, sweeping, sweet and free.
RainRain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
if good things cause pain.i woke up today, brushed my teeth and sewed my heart onto my sleeve.if good things cause pain.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
you told me you liked it there best. i havent told you that it hurts when the wind and your callous words scratch at it because beauty is pain, right? sometimes, i think that love is pain too, but you havent broken the skin yet so i must only kind of love you. like how you say i am kind of right some of the time and kind of wrong most of it.
this morning you told me that i am the definition of ordinary, never falling into extremes but muting myself out in subtle grays and wide eyes. you said im not ugly but certainly not beautiful, not stupid but certainly not smart and not wrong for you but no where near right.
i believed you.
you drew my outline in chalk on the street today.
you bit your lip when you were done and said it wasnt your masterpiece but you were saving that for when you had enough experience to know what you were doing. i didnt tell you that i think art is best when you&
Shadows of WhalesWhat I wanted to say was that I remembered the clouds,Shadows of Whales3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I watched them paint shadows across the ground,
giant birds of prey gliding across the aether - whales,
lost in a different sea, to float
white and pregnant
with all the sounds of things; thundering out
threats of the sky, sounds full of fury
and the disease that catches you off guard
"Open your door. I must come in."
what I wanted to say was that the echoes are the same
that the pulses of sound are just pieces of the original
instead of slightly dimmer copies
every one a herald
of the silence, soon to come.
I wanted to say things that, maybe, you'd listen to -
that sort of alabaster sound that grabs your chin
forces you to look deeply into brimming eyes
and then tear yourself away
one piece less
slightly less whole.
but there are reasons to believe,
tiny imprints in the sand that spin the shape of feet
that glance softly against your shadow
then fade into the ocean
where the whales once were,
before they became the casters of
things that matter.1things that matter.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
even on the gray days, your eyes flicker dimly with hope. there is still a comet in the night sky, somewhere, singing your dreams and hopes for you.
even in the darkest silence, your heart is still beating, softly, musically. you just have to listen. you just have to hope.
you haven't lost yet.
sometimes, life feels like a horrible play, and everyone is outperforming you. sometimes, you lose yourself in the characters you play. you forget your lines. you trip. you screw up.
but it's not over yet. there's always a chance for a happier tomorrow.
but more than that - there's still the rest of today to be lived.
it's not too late.
somewhere, there is someone that understands. there is someone who only wants to brighten your day and paint your sky rainbow. there is someone who would let you stand on their shoulders if it meant helping you reach your dreams.
somewhere, there is someone who only wants to make you happy.
you just have to find them.
even if happiness has been put to the
Just GoI clipped my nails toJust Go1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
get rid of your DNA
hidden beneath them.
The Woman I WantThe Woman I Want9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want a white woman,
I want a light woman
not heavy, not obese
not per hour, not for lease
not too skinny
not TOO girly
not from a city, not greedy
a bit horny but not too needy
educated, not simulated
not sour bread
doesn't have ADD
doesn't work at DMV
doesn't kiss cousins
cheat? no she doesn't.
has big bosom
dreams she has 'em
she gives good head
she teaches good ed
she gives me milkshake
but doesn't charge
she has pretty legs
and isn't large
she adores me
I have no money
she appreciates me
she is my honey
pretty in nude
is never rude.
not in her face
she wears for me
all things in lace
and many other things
has great voice
and loves to sing
she drives well
I mean really well
writes beautiful words
sure they are swell
wouldn't it be grand,
a perfect blend?
only if she existed,
her number listed
Stop Fixing the ExceptionI'm not a runawayStop Fixing the Exception5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can't tranquilize my spirit
Construct a mob to scare me off
Load me into a van
With bars and padded walls
And call it good
I'm not a child
Band-aid over the problem
Whine to get my way
But I still have that sixth sense
To know when you're lying
I'm not a check list of symptoms
A certain dose of human
The pills, the creams, the gels
Of your science project
I'm not always a story
A long explanation
Drenched in symbolism
Sometimes I'm just one word
Three words, then nothing
"If it's not okay, it's not the end"
And the end?
Is never dead
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
flesh puzzlesIn the beginning it was enough. Id be wide-eyed, quietly watching her through the windows. Limbs and torso like a slender tree; bowing in wind and always shooting up toward the sun. Shed wear summer skin in the middle of winter with freckles spoiling her shoulders and cheekbones. Her birthmark was a dull red stain at her collarbone and she had a mole beneath her left breast. She was thirteen and I thirty, but my, oh my, did I ache to see her insides.flesh puzzles7 years ago in Horror More Like This
The house next door they called the sea house because it was two stories of cerulean blue. Through my bedroom window I could see naught but an empty bedroom. But late September the Parler family moved in. The Father was a tree of a man who was always working and the mother was a blonde lady named Annie with big tits and long legs. She brought around a tray of brownies for me, pathetic bitch, I thought as I fed them to the Cooper. I took him for a walk in the early morning mist and let him shit on their lawn.
It was late afterno
I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the people look at me
They look at me like I am only a stone
I always alone
Despite the rain and the storm approached
I'm hoping to be accompanied
But everything goes out like fire
If the fire is my friend
That warmth is my power
But when the wind blows
The heat burn all my hope
A good friend is something so valuable
Can not be bought or sold
But I also need to realize
That he also has his own problems
It's the time to stop expecting the humans
Because every human has his own problems
It's not a wise thing to expect humans
Because in the end they always let me down
WinterlandSoundless serenity,Winterland3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A vastness of white.
To a realm of stillness.
Standing in the cold
I remember your face,
Pink flushed cheeks
All covered in wool.
Surrounded by silence
Deep and resounding,
Moving inside us
Sparkling in your hand,
Like rusty shivers.
All beauty and frost
A heart of ice
Dancing on fire,
Embers of desire.
You looked so alone
On a blanket of ivory,
I just had to have you
For the grandeur
For the glory.
An act of chance,
Falling down on me.
All beauty and frost,
And I am so lost
In this frozen scene.
samsarasamsara10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a spotted moth
around in circles
the porch light
clouded by glass
a winged seed
blood red maples
spring from the crash site
of a downed helicopter
Cookie Clicker HaikuJust keep on clickingCookie Clicker Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Almost got the Time Machine
Just one more grandma
Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 2Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 211 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chap 2: Down the Narrow path
A child is a child regardless of race, sex, or spices. Troublesome they may be they are often times full of wisdom and should not be ignored.
Anna had woken up in the middle of the night when she heard what only could have been called shivering from the elite Tokuamalee who had rescued her the day previous. When she quietly walked over to the bed she found out that was exactly what the Elite was doing. Had her mind been any older she would have blanched at the seemingly human action, but because she was still young she instead hauled the blankets she had curled up in back over to the bed and had tossed them as best as she could over the large elite. It was also then in her sleepy haze that she climbed up into the corner of the bed and curled back up and drifted back into her sleep.
Tokuamalee was not aware that he had fallen asleep before Anna had gotten out of the shower. In fact most of the events of the day before were hazy when he first got up. So his i
the year of the animaljanuary,the year of the animal7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am attempting to hide from
you. i am hibernating in a bed
four times my size. i am imitating
a bear, clawing at you and growling
in my deepest growl.
i stuffed you in a heart
shaped box and buried
you in my garden.
but when i planted
radishes they tasted like
where are your lions and lambs?
i have pigeon toes and
wild oats for hair,
i went to the doctor on
the 10th. i learned that
i had forty two feathers growing
from my shoulder blades.
el cielo es azul,
y te quiero,
my legs are the color of mosquitos,
which is deep blood red and scratches.
potato bugs crawl up my skirt.
my teeth are too big for
my mouth. my appetite is
too big for my stomach.
the doctor says
that the way my
nails have turned
into claws is not normal.
i have a heart murmur
and it feels like a
small rabbit growing in my upper
chest, with its legs kicking in
my spine is rearranging itself,
time-gods.poets call these hidden hours of the morning, the lovers-hours, that blue-gray-silver-gold light swathed in magic, seen by the naked, blushing-bride eye. the time for honey-hearts, honey-tongues. i am no poet, but even a kaleidoscope away i know that these hours always have, always will, belong to us.time-gods.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
here - without you these hours have no greater meaning than to remind me that it is a birds-chirping-seven in the morning and i have yet to stumble through dreamlands, because i don't sleep anymore. or no, they remind me of what they are. of when you were less than a hairbreadth away - when we couldn't distinguish one body part from the next and your dulcet-fingertips and love-lined palms cradled my chin, fed my hungry-bones. i was a poet then, i was a magic-eyed wonder and you were my tin god. we looked the magic in the eye and it looked right back at us in awe, remarking on how scintillate, how perfectly becoming we were.