The Tempest of Your MindIt's amazing to watch you wither away and die slowly as your mind explodes softly. It's horrible too though.
It's horrible when I call it amazing. But how can I not?
It is what it is and there's nothing I can do.
Age is your enemy, I can see. It's led you to glassy eyes and faded smiles and you're so confused but everyone calls you the wisest ever alive. Even though you're not. You're not. You forgot your memories and your tribulations and errors when all your friends passed away. Pity too, because your advice would mean a lot. A lot to me.
But the tempest of your mind controls your thoughts and words. All your voice does is add dust to the wind.
It's rather disappointing.
EchoesShe handed me an empty notebookEchoes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pill bottle
and a ballpoint pen.
"Here. I can't carry them anymore."
I can still hear her heart beating within them.
Falling AwayWe stood at the very highest peak,Falling Away8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And looking down, you started to scoff,
"Baby, you're so perfect,
Why don't you jump off?"
I tried to protest,
"I don't have wings,
I cannot fly!"
But you laughed and pushed me anyway,
Maybe you hoped I would die.
And then I was falling fast,
At a most dizzying pace,
Yet all I could see
Was your disapproving face.
And then I hit the ground,
And I hit so hard
I was left with nothing,
Just a little shard.
And I lay there,
My little glass heart broken,
And all I could remember
Was the last words you'd spoken.
You said, "My dear,
It pains me to see you like this"
But I refused to accept
That one last kiss.
My heart was begging
For just one more chance
But my feet ached
And they would not dance.
So I picked up the broken pieces,
Gathered them together,
And I said my last goodbye.
Captain Eo fanfic.-Ch. 3Captain Eo fanfic.-Ch. 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sometimes you just have to laugh at life's little setbacks. Like, tripping up the stairs, or, accidentally spilling a sticky soft drink on your love interest at the movie theater.
For example, being apprenticed to an airhead human captain who makes a fool out of you and all that you've worked for your entire life, AND- oh yeah, pilots a ship that looks like a tin can with wings. Its not like I was expecting a first class Spaceracer with a glossy gold finish, but I mean, really, the thing looked like something the Millennium Falcon threw up. The sad little hunk of metal sat in the far corner of the hangar where our squad's fleet was kept, and after what seemed like an eternity of silent walking, we came to a stop in front of it.
"Well, this is home." said Eo, patting the wall of his ship. I stared off in a disinterested manner, refraining myself from responding. (Being stubborn has always been one of my many talents) Eo sighed and grabbed a k
Captain EO fanfic.-Ch. 2Captain EO fanfic.-Ch. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~**EO's Point of View**~
I sprinted around another corner as fast as my feet could carry me. The Initiation ceremony had started 5 minutes ago, and I was probably the only Captain not there yet. I kept glancing down at my watch; as if looking at it would make the hands turn backwards. Time has no mercy.
It wasn't entirely my fault. Captains were supposed to show up in uniform, but Hooter ate my last vest and I had to go get a new one from the dry cleaners at the last minute. I clenched my fists as I ran. Doggon'it Hooter! I thought, If I get demoted because of this......-
Not paying attention, I ran head-on into another Cor pilot walking in the opposite direction, sending us both flying onto the cold metal floor of the busy corridor. Bystanding military personnel stopped and stared at the mess, but no one attempted to help. After exchanging odd glances and whispering cynical remarks to one another, they would just continue walking without saying a word. I stoo
Captain Eo fanfic.-Ch. 5Captain Eo fanfic.-Ch. 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"For the last time, I am not going to dismiss Ryder from this team!"
My crew groaned, determined to have me decide otherwise.
"But she nearly got you killed Captain!" Idey persisted.
"She nearly got all of us killed." Hooter corrected. My hands sifted nervously through my hair as I paced about the parlor, trying to think up a response. Major Domo clicked quietly in the corner, and I looked to him for some sort of support. Come on Major, you always know what to say, help me out!
As if hearing my internal plea, the old robot sat up, humming slightly before giving his input:
"I'm not usually one to argue with your decisions, Captain.." He paused. His robotic brow furrowed and he dropped his gaze, "...But I sincerely think that we would be better off sending Ryder back to the University. You could always get a new apprentice assigned to you next year..."
"Yeah! Send her back to the University; make
Pencil ManPencil Man was something special,Pencil Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He dreamed to be a hero.
To wear a cape
And "write all wrongs"
Would be his alter ego.
And "drawing swords"
With man and beast alike.
Those who called him 'yellow bellied'
Would see that he could fight!
But Pencil Man forgot one thing,
His one and only weakness,
She had quite the look,
She always left him speechless.
A night of passion soon ensued
He gave her all he could.
As morning came
All that remained
Was just some broken wood.
Captain Eo fanfic.-Ch. 4Captain Eo fanfic.-Ch. 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I woke up the next morning, I was under the delusion that I would be back at the University-That Jaelene would be standing in the doorway waiting for me and I would hurry after her to our first set of classes-That everything would be back to normal. Unfortunately this was not the case. My nostalgic imagination was shattered by the cold, stale air which woke me from a dreamless sleep. I rolled to the side of the bed and groggily looked around at the closet-sized room I now called home. Since there was no morning, evening, or night in space, it was necessary to train your brain to be precociously aware of time. It was very easy to oversleep, or rather, to forget to sleep at all, but it was expected of all associates of the Cor to be above such rookie mistakes. I was always on time when it came to sleep hours-But, I was also a girl, and if I felt like spending an extra two hours in the bathroom deciding whether I
the art of matteringthat morning, when her everything was trying to piece itself into somethings; when hours sleepless sizzled into fierce nights of rawness; when there's nothing to ease the pound pounding of shyness against two ribs that couldn't even repel the broken wonders of the human heart;the art of mattering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she waited to(o) (the temporal rising into steadiness of charcoal lungs and tears and stars and loving and everything between) matter.
I Am A ManI wrap my pain in surreal blanketsI Am A Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even while howling it out
I am a man; I roar only in the darkness
Hoping it will conceal me
While I wait for a healing hand
Hungry StarsAll the children were eaten by starsHungry Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The televisions don't work anymore
I saw you dancing in the ruins last night
Barefoot on the sharp stones, laughing
But your laughter rang hollow
And echoed through the caverns
Old blood is never satisfied with new blood
Ring the midnight bell and come home
Your efforts are all in vain, useless now
Like the fly trying to make its way out
Crawling, dying, towards the light
There is no light for the likes of us
Only hungry stars and the glimmer through
The cracks in the boards of the floor
Down there below where the masked ones
Hold their ancient ceremonies and incantations
Let me tend to your feet, love
And we'll seek shelter elsewhere
Captain EO fanfic- Ch. 1Captain EO fanfic- Ch. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
My heart thudded with excitement as my starship rattled violently. Hit again? This was gonna get dangerous...just the way I liked it. Red lights were flashing around me and the computer repeated the same monotone warning over and over again through the loudspeaker. "Warning, enemy spacecraft in range, Warning...." My crew was already on it, aiming the turrets at the enemy craft. My Co-Pilot came up behind me and cleared his throat, saluting before speaking to me-
"Do you want us to turn on the shields Captain Ryder?" I shook my head and smiled confidently.
"No, we're gonna make it." He frowned and inquired again-
"Are you sure Miss Ryder? The enemy is right on top of us!" I took hold of the control stick and leaned back in the Pilot's seat.
"Cool it, I know what I'm doing. No need to get hyped up over nothing." I laughed and pulled up on the controller violently, sending us into a back flip o
cliffcliffcliff3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on velvet roads,
I impale a belated dawn
with my incisors and
shiver with perfect leaves-
I have no qualms
with the dark hills
and stagger into
a bed of scorched fly husks:
the thrum of the ground
with the rapids in
my clairvoyant ears.
Not A Pipe DreamI am living in the shadow of my potentialNot A Pipe Dream2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And lately patience seems to be in short supply
While expectation overflows in abundance
Pipe dream, is it not enough that I have tried?
No, I can not accept that you are a failure
The words you chose were ever so carefully placed
It should be of no importance whatsoever
If the message conveyed was not to their taste
I am living in the shadow of my potential
I’m in utero but I will be somebody soon
Burst through these rusty pipes that corrode my dreams
And flood the floor of my creative womb
May I suggest that you are already someone
And that each stroke you paint is as desired
From your cold creative heart to your burning hand
It’s no concern of yours if it doesn’t catch fire
InsomniaThere's a party in my headInsomnia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Little creatures and monsters,
Oh, back and forth they creep.
On silent tip-toes they walk,
Playing melodies in my mind.
Finding caverns I have closed,
Putting my life on rewind.
My mind is somewhere else,
But in vain I toss and turn.
Little goblins man the lights,
And the ghosts try to learn.
It's all a big, loud, unruly mess,
This untamed party in my head.
I try and shut them down,
But back and forth they tread.
I'm never going to get any sleep
As long as they're awake.
They take my tired thoughts
Down every path they can take.
Oh, what would I give to have
One silent and sleep-filled night.
But that will never happen,
Although I wish with all my might.
There's a party in my head
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Only when the sun comes up
Do they never make a peep.
fragments.You tell me that hearts don't work, that the sounds they make are just ghosts passing through. That bodies are pieces of everything everyone's lost slowly coming apart. Burning down childhood homes is a hobby of yours, and it's your plan to die that way, dancing with the flames. But oh, warrior of summers spent kissing too many girls with sharp teeth, put your lighter down. The night is a snow globe, and we are two figurines posed together as stars swirl around us. You can always burn yourself tomorrow. Be with me tonight, instead. Let the broken parts of me fit into the broken parts of you; I could be the piece you need to get your chest to start.fragments.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Swans, the Salmon and the DeadPond of swans before meThe Swans, the Salmon and the Dead1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i put my ear to the surface
it sounds like suicide
a hesitant swipe
of the reset switch
to the bottom
make a maze of toes
to swim between
guiding the swans
to the whirpool's entry
I am not a swan
A salmon swims
toward the other side
of the battery
just keeps it chasing
the tail before it
and the ones in front
short of their origin
into the open jaws
of a jagged
and at the
the cycle resets
I am not a fish
testing the air-
I can sense a
sickness a tragedy
a shortage of space
broken-souled and miswired
for this slow apocalypse
and definition of survival.
The dead are the living
and the alive
are soon not
and we in the water
above and below
are all this dying
earth has to offer
as its magmic heart
and is now
enough to touch.
Seven Songs of SinAll for one,Seven Songs of Sin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
None for all;
Together we stand,
Alone we fall.
Crash and burn for all I care.
It's not me in that mess out there.
Sex and fame and violence await
I will not bow to your horrible fate
As blood is spilt and the famed arise,
I am not sure I can compromise.
This life of lust is too good you see
To fall to your level of pride and agony.
Why can't you solve your own problems?
I do not see
How I can fix your agony.
My mind is great,
But my limbs are tied
To this comfy life of nothing.
The TV is on,
My mind is blank.
For this life of sloth,
I've you to thank.
My power is great.
My money is greater.
For these ways of life know no falter.
Power and wealth is what I seek.
For gold and riches, I will not be weak.
I will get what I want,
You cannot stop me.
For my life of greed is all I will ever need.
Piles and piles and piles of riches
Are piled so high they seem to touch the sky.
All of these things and so much more
Isn't nearly enough of what I'm looking for.
Gluttony is controlli
for basilyou found a boy in the ashesfor basil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you made him a star ;
a mere pile of dust and leaden colours
but oh, how he shone
fools wish upon shining stars,
and fools fall in love ;
twice he made you for a fool
but oh, how he shone
he's a boy, just a boy
but stars have to burn to shine brighter,
and your artist heart melted
as the burning dust boy grew darker,
dry and shrivelled and harsh,
-- he shone
boys are cruel,
and stars even more so ;
hard and bright and so far away
lost in their own time
but oh, how they shine
and oh, how they shine
Luring the Nightmare (excerpt)Nightmares are insidious, ethereal creatures.Luring the Nightmare (excerpt)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They dwell within the mind, a soul inside a soul – parasitic, extremely short-lived, and almost always too weak to do any noticeable or lasting harm to their hosts. But sometimes, if aided by traumatic experiences or malicious magic, a nightmare can grow strong enough to consume its host's mind.
“This,” the Professor explained, “is what every nightmare wants, of course – to terrify and bewilder its host into a kind of... um... an abdication of its body, so that the nightmare can live out its own life while the host mind has trapped itself in the sensation of endless flight, trying to get away from the thing forever breathing just behind. Certainly this is what has happened to some of those considered psychotically insane. A recurring, increasingly vivid nightmare such as you describe could be quite serious.”
Petra Godfellow sighed. Sentient nightmares! Adrenaline pumped through her, responding to t
Tick Tock, Goes the Clock LyricsTick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we play?Tick Tock, Goes the Clock Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now summer's gone away?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we see?
Tick Tock, Until the day that thou shalt marry me.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and all the years they fly.
Tick Tock, And all too soon, you and I must die.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, We laughed at fate and mourned her.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, even for the Doctor.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, he cradled and he rocked her.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, 'Til River kills the Doctor.
Doctor, Brave and good, He turned away from violence,
When he understood the falling of the Silence.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, He gave all he could give her.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, Now prison waits for River.
tonight i am old againtomorrow morning i will betonight i am old again1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
two again and scared of the shadows.
i will be two again and i will not
look out the window unless you are
holding my hand,
i will be two again and my father will
be the biggest man on earth again
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen, i am
holding the world in my chest and it is
beating like a heart (well then it must be my heart)
china digs a pattern in my backbone and i
am red red red red
i am a communist daughter and
the trains to shanghai will leave something
to be desired
i am eighteen, i am
all the life in the world
stacked around a schoolruined spine
and the world moves softly and she
touches me gently with her face
and then slides away.
tomorrow morning i will be
five again and i will be happy,
i will be five again and i will not
look at my body the way my mother looks at her body,
i will be five again
and people will just be pretty, people will just be
people will just be
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
we're legal murderers.how to love a writer:we're legal murderers.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will turn your passion
into works of extended metaphors
for death and decay,
slipping you scars
served sunny-side-up because,
hey, we all want to be
writers want someone, anyone
(usually the wrong one,
because pain sells more than
to try and pour cement
into the dents inside them
until they realize that they're really just
located in the wrong side of town
that cannot be repaired.
that is what we do.
we break people
for a living.