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Tell Me Its Still YellowTell Me Its Still YellowTell Me Its Still Yellow4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Tuesday. 2/4/16.
All I see is yellow.
Wednesday. 3/4/16.
The sky is a shivering haze of dust, broken by violet and silver and orange. I think its day, though I cant tell anymore because the sun set yesterday and it hasn't risen since.
Everything is warm and wet, and smells of salt and stale metal under glass.
I'm afraid.
Thursday. 4/4/16.
The tiny organic mind in my faded plastic watch realized it was 6:00 am and moaned into life. I woke up in a cracked concrete car-park. I wandered aimlessly down the street for God knows how long, my eyes glued to the quivering waves of crimson heat at the horizon of the road
The Battle of Pelennor FieldThe Battle of the Pelennor FieldsThe Battle of Pelennor Field10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was no dawn that cold March morn,
When sounded was the battle horn.
Two armies met, one dark one light,
The Men of Old and Dark Lord's might.
Pale faced men, all brave and true,
Stood ready to die if they must do,
Upon the walls, Minas Tirith ready,
No fear among them dared to eddy.
The dark tide's hoards below them lay,
To spill man blood and end all day.
Their leader dark, the Nazgūl Lord,
Far greater a terror than any hoard.
Before the dawn that dread Lord Called,
And wrecked before him, the gate was felled.
Cried brave the Guard, but hope did flee,
The gate was breached? How could t
RemindThe fevered glances 'round the room, the walls adorned with eyesRemind10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes that stare unflinchingly, projected from inside
Twisting turns of colds and burns, unchosen circumstance
The pins and needles in the air will beg perspective's chance
No event that happens is intrinsically unjust
But fear is found that this psyche has become too much
Schizoidal nerves are too aware and urges spread too thin
Difficulties conjuring security within
It's all in how the look is looked, but looking's looked at too
This meta-spective meta-shit is ruining the stew
Now how to find the pattern that will do my being kind
To meditate the agitate out from the
A MazementAs the wind gives voice to the treesA Mazement11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the form of their rustling leaves,
I find myself amazed.
There are things in this world
that cause me to whirl
in place despite the maze.
Unwanting to
continue to choose
which hallway to hitherward to,
a head turns to swim in the craze of a phase
of irration made necessary.
To Sing is to HealYou know that we'll falter.To Sing is to Heal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know that at times
the tides of mind are halted.
Sometimes the rust on the busts
of the masks upon us
serve signal to leave them behind.
Perhaps this kind of indulgent disgust
is a cultural must?
I refuse to believe such a case might be true.
The solution is you plus the absence of you.
The wisdom of ages is not unchanging,
it is singing.
It is smearing dirt across faces,
and rolling down hillsides of earthly embraces.
Some Cosmic SpeculationBrains, and the consciousness they allow to be, are always capable of being better than they are through the intrinsicality of evolution. We must assume then that there is something outside of these brains that the consciousness the brains are capable of can take in information from to become better, or more deeply conscious. This is the environment. The consciousness and the universe to be conscious of have a dynamic relationship. No neuron-firing happens without some stimulus happening first, even if that stimulus is our own thoughts (as thought begets thought) or the thoughts of others. Our consciousness depends just as much on the universSome Cosmic Speculation2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
FrequenciesReflect, introspect,Frequencies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a packed
Chillum, kick back,
And put a pair of head-
phones
on
and
get
lost
in a soundscape,
A first date,
With these
Frequencies.
You feel that? In your chest?
Yes,
That tone, that resonating tone,
And all you can do is
Press the headphones
Closer to your ears,
Smiling like a goofy furless ape.
A drop, a change, it's perfect, the subtle, bass, the ways, it makes, me move, a tear, I'm crying. I'm crying?
I'm dying. I've never been more alive.
The most beautiful combination of sounds. Beautiful.
It's as if my brain's arrangement of molecules,
Its chemistry, its awareness,
Came about specifica
ProcrastinationI fall behind in this class I am in because, while I am forced to pay attention to something that my consciousness did not actually decide to pay attention to, my thoughts begin to wander; and deep and far they go. The mental state I am in in these moments is amazing. Because I am rejecting paying attention to something I know I should be paying attention to - and that knowing is very present in moments of procrastination - there are rarely other worries or anxieties or metaphorical black clouds besides that procrastination, which, relative to other worries or anxieties I might experience in other situations throughout the day, is very minor,Procrastination2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dear SolDear Sol,Dear Sol3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey. It's me, Luna. I've been having some issues lately, so I thought I might right you this letter, to explain what's going on.
I remember what it was like before you were lived here. Me, and all of the planets, we were happy. Things were a little dark looking back, but at the time, everything was fantastic. I was happy in my obscurity. And I honestly had some of my own beauty. We couldn't see very well, but we got used to the dark, and people knew and recognized that I was beautiful. And what I had was completely my own. I relied on no one, for I was enough, all by myself. Then you came along.
We knew what stars were, but it n
Seeds Beget Yet More - Pay It ForwardThis tease,Seeds Beget Yet More - Pay It Forward2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this life I walk about in lease
can seem, at times, defeating.
We're born and grow,
explode in slow motion
and realize things that surprise,
simply to die.
But perhaps the goal
is not merely to fold,
not even to transcend
(for this ride would be unbearable
if it did never end).
No, instead we sprout,
absorb and shout,
grow, and learn how to be,
something that is temporary,
so that we, in turn, may cast our seeds.
Our ripples in infinity.
Dragon TearsHave you ever heard the saying,Dragon Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Dragon tears can be bitter or sweet
It depends on how you see them"?
Its true
Tears can be sweet
Being shed for happy times
And they can be bitter
Being wept for loss
Whenever you choose to cry
Know this: People love you
They will lift your spirits, and they care about you
They will cry with you, for you
When you are at your lowest
Dont be afraid
You arent alone
Dragon's Eye Prologue: GermanEs war im Sommer, 1957 die Nacht war ruhig und warm. Die Sturmwolken vom Nachmittag, waren jetzt nur noch ein Paar harmlose, dunkle Flecken am Horizont, aber in der Luft lag noch immer der Duft von frischem Regen. Eine leichte Briese tanzte durch die Blätter der Eichen, der Birken, und der Ahornbäume des Waldes, außerhalb der Stadt. In diesem Wald waren zwei Wanderer unterwegs, sie folgten einem scheinbar unsichtbaren Pfad durch den Wald.Dragon's Eye Prologue: German4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
„Komm schon, noch ein Stück weiter,“ rief der Mann, der voraus ging. Er hatte kurze, struppige, sandig-braune Haare, vor seinen himmelblauen Augen war eine quadratische Brille.
LostWhen will this endless fog vanish from my mind?Lost3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can sense something truly precious exists. Everytime I almost reach it, it vanishes.
If only I could remember your loving face, your tender touch, your name.
I would do anything, to be by your side again.
The more I try, the harder I fail bleeding internally, feeling so helpless and lonely.
Veils upon veils clouds my senses, lost forever inside myself.
Running endlessly looking for an escape, a light, a word that will trigger it all,
To finally be free from this hell.
Haunted by the upcoming roars of those stunning dawns or cruel darknesses,
My nights are filled with dreadful nightmares
strongI'm strong.strong11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a working bull or unbreakable metal.
No matter how many hits I take
Be it kicks, scratches, or bites
No matter how much you hurt me.
I will stand.
I will move forwords.
Because I am strong.
Physically.
But I'm also weak.
Like old uncared for armor
That could break with a single touch
That could fade to dust
I will fall.
I cannot move.
Because I am weak.
Zero SumWe are all nothingZero Sum8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have always been nothing
We will always be nothing
I have nothing in my veins
I have nothing in my heart
I have nothing in this shell
To stop me falling apart
We are all nothing
We have always been nothing
We will always be nothing
In the beginning there was nothing,
Then perhaps,
Perhaps
There was something
Albeit briefly,
But it is nothing now
Here, now-
Both nothingness
We are all nothing
We have always been nothing
We will always be nothing
We were created of nothingness
And when we reach the ultimate state of nothingness
There will be nothing waiting for us
Because deep down,
We are all nothing
pulling a funny4/7/2011 8:45:12 PM Negionimous B Sting -peek-pulling a funny2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
4/7/2011 8:45:15 PM Negionimous B Sting hey Jason
4/7/2011 8:45:19 PM B Sting Negionimous o.o
4/7/2011 8:45:21 PM Negionimous B Sting whatcha dooooooooooooooooooooooin
4/7/2011 8:45:30 PM B Sting Negionimous omework
4/7/2011 8:45:33 PM B Sting Negionimous h*
4/7/2011 8:45:38 PM Negionimous B Sting ah k
4/7/2011 8:45:43 PM Negionimous B Sting bye bye -poof-
4/7/2011 8:46:39 PM B Sting Negionimous ...
4/7/2011 8:46:47 PM B Sting Negionimous this was rather surreal
A freindship in need part 2A freindship in need part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(counting vore story)
"that's a nice name," Timmy said
Alena the blue scaled dragon smiled at his comment Timmy stood up still in eye contact with Alena,
"I'll be going now," Timmy began to move then he stopped by the pain in his body.
"ouch," he said
"wait, let me heal you, your hurt," Alena said in a worried ton
Alena slowly lifed her head down and so close to him Timmy was now face to face with Alena's muzzled lips, he had fantasies like with that he would get that close to a dragon and now he is, Alena slowly opened her mouth he flet a blow of hot, warm air exhale right on him and warming him out of Alena's long line of fangs came
A freindship in need part 1A freindship in need part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(here is short one again just imagen it as a anime)
(vore story)
(dragon lover)
A little boy ran thorw the forest the wet leaves batted his body making him cold and wet, he did not care how cold he was he was too upset to care his checks were wet not from the dew covered leaves but his tears, he had his eyes closed he did not notice a tree root in the soil he felt his leg being polled down as his foot got stuck on the root he fell to the ground hard his body was aching he was cold, his leg hurt, and his sadness made him feel even more pain he was chased out of his own home by bullies and he was beaten, splattered tomatos and shot at with p
Beautiful dayBeautiful day7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget all the problems from the past,
Life sometimes just goes too fast.
Don't blink, because it can be over in a flash,
It might be fast, but don't do anything too rash.
The future will always be uncertain
It stands before you like a big dark curtain.
You will always carry the past with you
But don't let it turn you blue.
Follow your dreams and hopes
Don't get dragged down by some dopes
Just follow your own way
Even when all turns gray
You might not feel like doing that on a rainy day
But luckily for you
Today looks like it will be a beautiful day
The Tribble SongHere's a tribbleThe Tribble Song3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There's a tribble
And another little tribble
Fuzzy tribble, funny tribble
Tribble, tribble
Spock
Tribble, tribble phaser tribble
Sulu, Kirk, Uhura
Tribble, tribble, tribble Chekov
Tribble, Tribble, Tribble
Spock
I was once a Klingon
I lived on Romulan
But I never saw the way the red goo killed Vulcan
I was on the Enterprise
So I'm not a fail!
And now listen, small cadet,
To the sehlat's tail
Did you ever see a tribble
Kiss a tribble on a tribble
Tribble, tribble tastes of tribble
Tribble, tribble
Spock
Half a tribble
Twice a tribble
Not a tribble
Redshirt Tribble
Tribble in a Scotty
Tribble, Tribbl
Prayer For Stars8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word
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Hurt9 years ago in Free Verse
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Hidden BeautyBright light sheds its warmth,Hidden Beauty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rays illuminating the bright blue sky.
The sickle moon is drowned in molten gold,
unable to share her innocent beauty with the world.
The lunar light does not shine through
until the sun takes his bow.
At long last, her beauty gives the velvet night sky a luminescent glow.
Small pinpricks of light accompany the moon as her faithful servants.
Together, they are the watchful eyes of the heavens.
When her time is done, the moon gives in to the sun's radiance
and nestles beneath the irresistible blanket of warmth.
The sun takes his place on the pedistal
and overshadows the now vanishing crescent once
Sta.sh
