Gods in FleshDon't degrade my immortalityGods in Flesh4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Flesh I maybe
But capable of great things
Drenched in the blood of my past
It smeared the small of my back
Till I walked neck high
In unholy torment
Slay me but not my name
Celestial royalty I have my place
No hand has say in my path
I witness eons of struggle
With my mind devour
Dissect, produce, create
Inventor of the ages
Grow in spirit
Understanding will last my kin
Worship ourselves and outlast
Beings of light
Encased in flesh and time
The Great Einstein"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction."The Great Einstein4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."
"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."
"The only real valuable thing is intuition."
"A person starts to live only when he can live outside himself."
"God is subtle but he is not malicious."
"Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character."
"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough."
"The eternal mystery of the world is its co
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
Misty's swim'Where am I?' Misty thought as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She could hear the sound of water, she loved the water so. Suddenly she felt a wave crash over her. "AHHHHH!" she screamed as the cold water woke her up. She bolted up and looked around. She was on a beach. It began to come back to her.Misty's swim3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-the day before-
"A beach party?" Misty asked as she looked at an invitation. It was an invite from the elite 4. They decided to throw a party to hank all the gym leaders for their hard work. Mist smiled, she loved the beach and who knows maybe catch a new pokemon while she was there. Mist quickly spent the better half of her day prepari
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 ti
Llamas with HatsLlamas with HatsLlamas with Hats3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Carl, there's a dead human in our house!
Carl: Ooh, hey, how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?
Carl: Me? Um, I didn't do this...
Paul: Explain what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen em' before in my life.
Paul: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people, That is, That is my Least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I got home.
Carl: Well, I was upstairs...
Paul: Mhm, okay...
Carl: I was in my room, reading a book...
Paul: Yes,go on...
Carl: and well this guy walked in...
Carl: So I went up to him...
Said the Scissors"A swipe.Said the Scissors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A trickle of blood.
And then relief.
A trickle of blood.
And then relief.
The sting tells you that you're alive.
The sting shows you can feel.
The sting shows you aren't hollow inside.
And yet it tells you no one cares.
You stopped yourself at first.
Said it was too much of a hassle to get up,
To get the blade,
But then you looked over.
And there I was,
No more than six inches away,
Within arms reach.
It might take some effort,
But I do the same thing.
Get a sweatshirt to hide it,
Not that anyone would notice.
Your parents have finally given up,
Said you're a lost cause,
The Ghoul Stars Conspiracy: Pt 5Wraithbone, that’s what it was, warm to the touch it almost buzzed in her hand, the glow coming and going like a slow heartbeat. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her fingers around the rosette and squeezed it softly.The Ghoul Stars Conspiracy: Pt 52 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Master…what am I to do?” she whispered aloud. Already the frenzon she’d injected herself with was wearing off leaving an unpleasant heaviness in the back of her head making all her hurts that much more dehabilitating. She laughed a pathetic snuffling snort, on normal circumstances the amount of the potent combat stim she’d put in her bloodstream would have been enough to make her frothing crazy
The Girl Who Played With ScissorsThat's herThe Girl Who Played With Scissors10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's the girl who played with scissors.
She tried to be one of us
But she was weak
(and they scoff here)
We have hunting knives
and razor blades.
We have methods
We've thrown away
the little, unimportant things.
All that's left for us is pain
and we like that,
thank you very much.
You can take your scissors
You don't really know
what suffering is.
Silenstvi short storyNadayne.Silenstvi short story7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Too delicate of a name for the creature that sat before me. She was well built, a bit bulky in the shoulders even. Her gaze was firm and strict, unmoving except for the occasional needed blink. Red hair hung around her hardened face, making her grey skin appear more of a shade of pink than anything. Past this angry expression, I knew all too well it could flip into a dirty smirk, just like a needle could come popping up out of nowhere. She was a tricky little bitch, she was. Kind in a strange sense of the word meaning more of a “I won’t kill you today, but watch your back tomorrow, alright?” sort of way. Sure, at t
Friends?Cold bloodedFriends?5 years ago in Other More Like This
Skinned my very flesh
In despite of my innocence
Implored to me that all I ever was
Had everything to do with you
Colored me to suit your mood
Wore my like a bracelet
The sweet danish of petulance
Coinciding with sugar filled reverence
everyone knows what's behind that smile
Anthem of the AngelsSing the anthem of the angels,Anthem of the Angels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let them hear your praise,
see you knelt before them,
like some common slave.
Raise your voice,
pour your soul into each word,
sell it to the greater evil.
give them your freedom,
to be who you are,
all in exchange for one fleeting,
brush of wings.
Bow before them,
are you afraid?
Not of the Devil they speak of,
but of those Angels,
pure white wings,
tainted with the blood,
The ones who kept their souls,
the ones who saw,
the true faces,
of your Angels.
Of your God.
you shall forever shun.
The free ones.
Drink the flesh and bloo
Dancing With The ReaperMoon light spilling across pale skin,Dancing With The Reaper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deadly lines of crimson painted upon the flesh
by a sharpened scythe.
I am dancing with the Reaper,
my lifeline held by his gnarled hands.
I am falling across the waters,
drowning in the river of lost souls.
Death-chilled breath rolling in thick waves
across closed eyelids,
the soft patter of a hunter's tread across the bloodstained floor.
I am dancing with the Reaper,
I am flirting with my death.
I will know the corpse glazed eyes that bore into mine
as the curved blade slices into my ribs.
Grave dirt's muffled sound
as it falls onto the corpse.
The hole in t
A Monster's LullabyThere's something in the darkness,A Monster's Lullaby1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Something that is not quite right.
The shadows haunt beneath me
Swirling just out of my sight.
The darkness threatens to swallow,
Everything that I live for.
But it promises to hold me,
So I cant really ask for more.
The blackness is a cradle,
It wraps me warm inside.
Bring out all the monsters,
As they sing me lullabys.
They sing me:
"The monster in the mirror,
The demons in the night,
The place my heart cannot love,
Where I cannot see the light
For I know my heart is broken
But I fear to give up the fight."
Maybe monsters aren't so scary,
They are scared just like me.
Heather GrangerHeather Granger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was summer vacation after second year and Hermione had asked harry if he wanted to come with her family on holiday his relatives said "yes" so Harry want with the Granger family to there holiday house near a beach
"Thanks moine, you're a life saver " Harry said as he and Hermione were walking on the beach
"You're welcome Harry" Hermione said before stopping why'll looking at him "Harry can I ask you something" she asked receiving a nod "well I found this new spell and I want to try it, but the problem is it might be forever" she said looking at him
"I could help, just tel me what I need to do" he s
The CutIt is the first that i have made.The Cut8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wont be able to do it again, i know it
was wrong, but for a moment i wanted to
The cut graced my arm and blood
seeped from within. i was sad once i
saw just what i had done.
It wasnt a knife, it wasnt a razorblade
that gave me the joy of feeling, it was
just a pair of scissors that i used to play
the complicated game.
The cut that no one can see, is more than
just upon my skin, its in my heart it seems,
and i cant close it up.
If ever i make a single cut again, it shall forever
be my last, because all my blood will bleed from
my body, i will die fast, and forever more never
The rubber shopThe rubber shop3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The shop owner told her to wait while he retrieved the latex boots she ordered.
*Please do not touch anything.* He said before going.
Despite his warning, Caroll could not take her eyes of the amazing suit hanging right next to her.
She resisted the temptation and waited for about 10 minutes. But her patience grew heavy.
*Have you found my boots yet?*
No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again.
*Hello !!!* Still no response.
CutCutting,Cut8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cut my self,
To keep my heart on its proper shelf
If I do this,
Nothing goes amiss.
I keep things inside,
Long ago the love inside me died.
My emotions shown are few.
I will pay my dues.
Make everyone think I'm fine.
Make them feel I'm fine.
I watch the blood flow from my veins.
I stay locked away,
In my cell, in my chains.
All I see is darkness, I know no day.
I shed no tears,
I show no fears.
I've done this for years.
I am an actress.
Showing no distress.
My life is a stage,
The spotlight, tis a deathly cage.
I don't let them see
I'm a mess.
I show them what they wan
You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the cr
Martyr:It's Never Too LateMartyr:It's Never Too Late9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Martyr:It's Never Too Late
You don't have to believe me, but I know
All the different kinds of pain, and processes of sorrow
What it feels like not wanting to wake up to see another tomorrow
I had every attempt planned out
I slammed the tear-stained pen down
I screamed in my head it's either never or now
And I slowly walked out onto the road
Trying to not turn back, because there's no more hope
I left it behind mixed on the paper, the last goodbye letter that I wrote
Give me your hate / Hand me your pain
Toss me your blame / Force out your bane
I've broken all of my blood oaths
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