IncantationIncantationIncantation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the second half of day,
while the sun is watching rice stems
climb into afternoon heat, eager
for their taste of the rain-hungry wind,
and the Longclaws yellow throat
is only just beginning to pause,
unable to find its song for the Ugali
thickening beside plates of evening stew,
the mud-slime will pull its hardest
at the blur of her feet even as she sees
she has no room to sprint
eyes wet as the new edge of bone,
her mother not following behind
but fighting to barricade the door
against men whove come
without their hearts
to hunt her daughter, to gouge
and saw at her snow skin,
wanting her most terribly
below the knees her albino legs
a prize to be torn and taken for luck
across the border into Kenya
where she will be shaped into charms
cast for wealth and good promise.
In the second half of day
I will hate the sun
more than anything
the sun that does not burn a path
behind a running girl, the sun
that does nothing more
SisyphusSisyphusSisyphus6 years ago in Open More Like This
i dont turn back as often
to catch again the voice of rock
grumbling a trail down hill. im not
as quick to be bent by the grief of a body
oblivious of its own weight
anymore my body
uncomfortably at ease
with its footing as i return
to the valley floor
but what does that matter here,
where no pace suits every simple task
unstopped by blossoms falling
or the rasping call of remembered
ive picked eternity's pockets
in Tartarus and stolen my tomorrows
from a summit where no shade
can keep me company. having escaped
the fiery wheel and cyan pool, i look
out across a valley named
here and turn back again,
of course. unhappy
only because i'm
turning toward myself.
He Bought HimselfHe Bought HimselfHe Bought Himself7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one of the mornings
he left early from
work he left work early
signed himself out of work
early with a reason
giving a plausible reason
one morning he did
he bought for himself
a new one within six blocks
of his house just
past the aisle with the light
fixtures and fifteen watt bulbs
ten one morning
after he left early just
across from the new appliances
they sell there he bought himself
wandering dizzy through
the crowded isles of the empty
sales floor of the store
wandering he leaned
himself against a washing machine
smelled the fungicide and bought
after he leaned there his
listening to nothing but
his fingers he bought
a new hose 100 foot
for his house not as silent
as it might otherwise
have seemed to seem
This PoemThis poemThis Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that move
like an eye
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
the shoes you wore
when you were.
will be found
where poems always are.
OvercomeOvercomeOvercome6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a moment without metaphor,
without the elegance of ambiguity.
What happens does not signify anything,
does not borrow the body of what it is
to create the soul of what it is;
it does not lend itself out to betoken
other things. These are seconds
without such generosity.
It is not a moment of young onions
grown tender for the harvest, or persimmons
frosted over by the sugars of age. There are
no solemn rail cars rusting into poignancy.
There is only a young black man
who is only a young black man
bullied by the sting of insult and indignity
too great, his proud mouth burnt by wrath
as he careens down the sidewalk
There is only a loose-tongued white man
who is only a loose-tongued white man,
older and leaning heavily on a cane as he turns,
a bag of something in his free hand, fretfully
silent now as he looks into the face
his epithets have spoken to life
one ugliness begets another.
Cups of coffee leave the parking lot
behind me, where presumably all
Star light...Star light, Star brightStar light...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
First Star I see tonight
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Please dear Star,
Don't go to heaven tonight.
You're too sweet,
You're too strong,
To ever let those teardrops fall.
People see you,
They instiantly love you.
Or at least they should.
But instead they hate and cause drama.
They are the reason dear Star,
They are the reason you went to such great measures,
And ended your life beautiful Star.
Star light, Star bright
This Star has died tonight
I wish you peace,
I wish you love,
I wish you the best,
In the heavens above.
Tokka Week- Loose CannonToph wasn't mad. She wasn't angry.Tokka Week- Loose Cannon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The word infuriated only began to cover it.
She stomped through the front doors of headquarters, her eyebrows drawn together in a grimace, her lips pressed into a straight line. A Captain had the gall to approach her, asking if the fugitive was apprehended. She pushed past him and gave an irritated grunt in reply.
She disappeared into her office and slammed the door behind her.
Sokka, having seen the display from afar, walked up to her office, knowing very well that she was the loose cannon at the station if there was one. Toph didn't seem to understand the fact that all of her actions bore consequences. That's how she had gotten Lin. And now that she was so spitting mad, there was no telling what kind of destruction she might cause.
He knocked on the door.
"What the hell do you want!?"
He automatically took a step back and took a deep breath. "It's me. Can we talk?"
Toph metalbent the door open. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Toph was
'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter IOctober, 7th'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The newspaper Ms. Black had brought him laid on the couch, exactly where he had left it the day before. Severus picked it up, sipping his coffee distractedly. Salvador Dali....This brought back memories. He could still remember the scent of new books in that bookstore downtown where he and Lily would spend hours on end at least once a week. It was a small shop that also sold comic books, posters and art prints, a local landmark that had closed just like so many small businesses in Cokeworth did when the mill was closed. In the 80s Cokeworth became a ghost town. Without the mill there was nothing left for more than half the townspeople who depended on it directly or indirectly. The ones who were better off and had jobs in Manchester or Oldham fared better, but it took the city as a whole almost a decade to start getting back on its feet. And even now, Cokeworth was still nothing to be praised. Still a half-dead filthy town living on the shadow of Manchest
Birds of the Same Feather 1Disclaimer: This work of fan-fiction is not intended for personal profit. All the characters used in this fan fic are the property of Nickelodeon and/or other designated copyright and/or trademark holders.Birds of the Same Feather 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: I've taken a little authorial licence to put a slight twist into Episode 7, "The Aftermath" in order to squeeze it into the canon episode. It doesn't break canon, but it does satisfy my inner slasher which is squeeing. ;-P
"That was amazing!" blurted Korra excitedly. "I didn't think we'd make it."
Asami's eyes showed her excitement after racing her Satomobile at high speed. Korra liked how confident she seemed as she replied, "Well, you can't be afraid to mix it up sometimes."
"I gotta admit, I had you pegged wrong. I thought you were kind of... prissy," admitted Korra. Quickly, she looked back up at Asami and blurted, "Eh-no offence!"
Asami laughed, then stood up and set her green eyes steadily on Korra while discussing her physical training. "It's
Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaireName: Evelyn Teresa Snape (Née Black)Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaire3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 49 years old as of 2012. 35 years old at the beginning of the story.
Height and weight: 1,73m (sans heels). Weighs around 70 kilos. Which might seem like a lot, but Evelyn has been a amateur dancer for most of her youth and she runs every day, which accounts for a fair amount of muscular body-mass, particularly on her legs. Also her body built is rather sturdy and broad, particularly around hips and thighs.
Body type: Average height to tall and flexible, but with a very sturdy and solid frame. Evelyn has a cello-shapped body, with strong shoulders and back, slightly bigger than average breasts, round hips and butt and thick thighs (her proverbial "thunder thighs", which she hates). She has a slight tendency to gain weight (particularly on her lower half)if she doesn´t watch her diet and exercise.
Eyes:Almond shaped, somewhat narrow, of a very vivid golden brown. She has strong eyebrows tha
The FatherThe FatherThe Father3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Evelyn stood quietly at the threshold of the study, watching her husband pore over his books. She dreaded approaching him, yet saw no other way out of the situation.
"Just tell him. Stop being such a sodding coward!" The inner voice had been nagging her for two days, ever since her sister had extended the invitation.
Evelyn did not feel very brave. Soren's birth had changed their lives in a manner which neither one of them could have forseen. He had been a surprise. Severus had not wanted a baby. Her pregnancy had been marred by quarrels between the two of them which were so hurtful and mentally exhausting that she had done the unthinkable. She had left her husband. The separation had caused her anguish, guilt and anger, not only at her husband, but also at her mother who had surprisingly sided with Severus during the separation.
"A good wife belongs with her husband." They had reconciled. It had been slow and painful, but she felt the hurt and
FlammesJe joue avec le feu,Flammes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
avec cette flamme entre nous deux.
Quelque chose brûle en moi
et c'est mon désespoir.
Je ne pense qu'à dire que non,
que c'est une illusion
mais je brûle et je me perds
quand tu es si, mais si près...
Ne le vois-tu pas ?
Je te veux en flammes, tout comme moi.
Choices Left or Right?Choices3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I chose Left.
I should have gone to the Right.
You Can Say That Again*Flash fiction Island styleYou Can Say That Again4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jesus saves! I cast you out in the name of Jesus! So screams the preacher man slamming his palm against foreheads to drive out demons. Not more than a few feet away from the pulpit, an eighteen year-old member of his congregation claps her hands and shouts hallelujah!
Jesus' name is again invoked a few days later as they lay sweating and groaning in the back seat of a rented car.
-See me and come live with me is two different ting
The girl is pretty in an unrefined way, brash and loud and totally unselfconscious.
Baby powder coats her neck, chest and back, visible in her low cut top.
Her rival, five years her senior, cuts her eye in contempt. 'Country booboo,' she thinks. 'She look like fish ready to fry. Plus she skin ashy and she look like she doan know how to use hot-comb.'
Despite her belief in her superiority, her man doesn't come back.
-Puss and dog no have d
Boylan BooksI first see Neal across the open sparkle mall floor, paused in serious contemplation thought speaking solely to self, whispers not for ears or voices only thoughts, shining thoughts, open thoughts thinking marvelous wonders of books and dust and corporate-but-not bookstores. His hair is green not really but blue and green pirate green, red bandanna is he a pirate? asks the little girl with pigtails and chocolate snot embarrassed mother shoo be nice that's rude tugging hand with look of so sorry, she's five, not smart enough yet, please forgive and Neal with open half-grin smiling not really there but almost, not speaking but almost, not accepting or forgiving or out-loud speaking but just shelving, shelving, shelving.Boylan Books2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And when I stretch across open sparkle-sparkle tile mall floor (checked with gum and scuffed tile and not-allowed skateboards) Neal looks up, somewhat barely, face open innocent quiet not-there. I ask applications? Are you hiring? because I need a job but
qthe letters q andq6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i are synonyms. both are
useless without you.
Rick Roll - Voldemort's VersionNever Gonna Give You UpRick Roll - Voldemort's Version3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As performed by Lord Voldemort
We're no strangers to death
You know the words and so do I
An hour's torture's what I'm thinking of
I wouldn't kill you like any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I hate you
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you live
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you smile
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna stop the curse and save you
We've hexed each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but
Hurts too bad to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the spells and we're gonna say them
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you live
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you smile
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna stop the curse and save you...
'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI"I just ate something at Café Yalta, but I can fix you something to eat if you want" Evelyn offered as she poured him some tea.'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just tea will sufice, thank you. Café Yalta, huh? I hope to God you only had their buckwheat pancakes."
"You know the place?"
"Everybody does. Best pancakes and..."
"...worst tea of all Greater Manchester! So it IS true. Angela told me exactly that!" she laughed softly, sitting besides him and kicking off her shoes by the side of the couch.
"Yeah, a colleague of mine. English teacher. She wouldn´t let me have their tea because it supposedly tastes like toilet water"
"She might as well have saved you from some nasty infection. 'Supposedly' is entirely too kind. I´m fairly confident that their tea is actual toilet water."
"Cokeworth should put that in touristic brochures, 'Come to Cokeworth and drink the world´s worst tea'" her silvery laugher was growing in volume around him, as she ran her fingers through her long hai
Hope Ch.13Hope Ch.133 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Looking for Ms.Riza was proving to be quite a challenge for Winry. She hadn't been inside Central Command for so long, and even back then surely she would get lost easily. As she was just about to give up hope and return to the automail wing, she rounded a corner and crashed into someone. Judging by how hard she ran in to him, she must have unconsciously increased her speed of walking in her haste to find Ms.Riza.
Rubbing her forehead, she began to look up, about to apologize, but that plan quickly dissipated when she saw his face.
"Ed?" she said, slightly breathless, a smile with a mix of joy and relief coming on her face," What are you doing back here? Did you finish what you had to do?" While talking, she was studying his face. Looking to see if what was bothering him earlier had gone away or if it had become a bigger problem. Somehow it was different. He had neither of those looks. He didn't have the look of someone who overcame their problem, or the look of someone who had a lot w
AcceptanceAcceptance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and dark oak wood...an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
His long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
He didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p