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At leastYou were there when I slippedAt least2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something inside just skipped
The ground fell from beneath me
And I fell into the sea
My world dimmed and numbness set in
Water choked me and I forgot how to swim
My body got cold
And death had a hold
But you were there underneath me
You were where you needed to be
Your breath kept me warm
You made me glad I was born
I felt your heart beat
And finally found my feet
Maybe I'm not strong
But at least I have you to help me along
R'lyehR'lyeh10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ancient R'lyeh rose to the top,
A city where Euclidian geometries stop.
A curve a, a loop, a swirly doo,
They twist and turn and corkscrew.
The star-spawn caper and chortle with glee
As the stars 'are right' at apogee
Father Dagon plays on his flute,
Retaining sanity; the point is moot.
Old Yog-Sothoth is bored and wasting time,
As feelers emerge from dimension one-seventy-nine.
The race of Yith is studying you,
All your knowledge they wish to accrue.
Far more pleasant than a deep one breeding pool.
The Fungi of Yuggoth are from afar
They'd like to borrow your brain in a jar.
The Elder Things shuffle along,
While Shoggoths wh
Welcome to the DesertWelcome to the Desert11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jack kicked the shuttle's thrusters into full throttle as he banked away from his present course towards RC35 and made his way towards the Southern Great Desert of Kanangar Prime. The speakers in the cockpit were booming to the tune of an ancient Terran rock group known as "Guns and Roses." He had just gotten back from dropping off a research team on a planet called Biomnis that was two parsecs (about six light years) away and he was short on sleep, but his current mission was urgent.
The new technician from his last drop on Kanangar Prime had almost been killed by a hive of Trillaspitters and was in desperate need of medical att
BLACK:Beginings...The wages of sin is DEATH,all of anchients know of these words therefore all biengs of the world must repent to not fear their death,for those who die in the darkness are eternally damned,but their were those who didnt care to be damned,they just lusted to be seperate from the light,they wanted to show they were different,stronger,even better than those of the light and to make everyone eyes open to the darkness of sin.Witch,the man who was closest to the dark,called upon the dark spirit Evil,translated in the new language as Lucifere Lord of the Demons,a self proclaimed god,opposed to the almighty one,asked for him buy his soul and posses hiBLACK:Beginings...1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Silence is the loudest ScreamSilence is the loudest Scream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silence rips your voice apart,
Your mouth opens to say something, but no sound comes out,
Your tears are falling silently,
You're screaming but you can't hear anything,
They can't hear you either,
Not over the laughter of the shadows surrounding you.
Pain travels up your back,
Across your face,
Down your legs,
Around your neck,
It burns at you.
Your skin is torn off strip by bloody strip,
And your hair ripped off in uneven chunks,
You already knew you were ugly,
But you don't care,
You just want it to stop.
The laughter is loud,
And it echoes through your head,
You feel sick but you can't do a thing.
Finally they leave,
true and false"It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all"true and false2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's a load of bull crap. Loving and losing hurts like hell. It breaks your heart, and heartbreak never goes away.
"All wounds heal with time"
Another lie. Not all wounds heal. Physical wounds? Yes. Emotional wounds? Almost never. If you spill out your guts to someone, and tell them how much they mean to you, how much you love them, and then get shot down… that wound won't ever go away.
And finally,
"When a heart breaks, it doesn't break even"
Now that, my friends, is the truest statement I have ever heard.
I should have turned awayI should have just turned away.I should have turned away2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you wouldn't let me.
Everything about you was calling to me; from your eyes, which were a lustful brown, to your shinning silver-blue hair.
Why wouldn't you let me turn away?
Because now look at the mess it's got us both in.
Why couldn't you let me leave before we began?
Now look at you; you're hurt because of me.
And I cry every dawn and dusk, just because I hurt you.
So when I look back on our first encounter, I can't help but smack myself.
I should have just turned away.
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perfect circleAnd it's a-perfect circle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nother smile on my face, another while for the taste
Of ink is old... it's boring me, like a drill.
Like a drill.
You bore out my eyes, you, bore out my life... you
Bore yourself into
Whoredom and waitresses, waiting for the perfect circle.
Come round,
Come round...
Come round.... and taste me again.
63. Do Not DisturbProprium humani ingenii est odisse quem laeseris -63. Do Not Disturb3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For we the wrong forget to admit our wrongs;
Failure for us to forgive the ones we have hurt.
I who hurt those around me, wish to how to forgive.
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim-
There are only so many layers of epide
AdelineEarth, that’s what she smelled of. Dirt clung to long sandy lashes, smudges clung to her round cheeks, the freckles underneath barely visible. She was crying, clear snot trailing down her lip towards her chin, and her fingernails were black with dirt.Adeline6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rafe heard the crying one night when he was sitting outside, the everpresent cigarette curling blue smoke to the sky. Ashes and chemicals, he thought, and grinned and stubbed it out and went to see what all the fuss was about.
She was bedraggled, hot and sticky and damp. Rounded little fists scrubbed at her eyelids, and a shocking pair of green eyes that Rafe had already seen looked up at him.
Wordless, he stared.
Ashes and chemicals, he thought, they’re all just ashes and chemicals, but for those certain few.
She stared straight back, demandingly. Raising two dirty chubby arms, she pouted at him, straggles of blonde hair caked in dirt and dust framing a face that would one day break hearts.
And suddenly the little bastard dem
My Thoughts About The Election We have just seen, in the United States of America, the first mixed race African-American and Caucasian President re-elected for his second term. I believe this election sends a number of clear messages and I feel it behooves us to understand what these messages are.My Thoughts About The Election7 months ago in Editorial More Like This
First and foremost, what I would call the most important thing the Republican Party should learn from this is that you cannot infringe on the rights of citizens. If you try to take away the rights of women, of immigrants, of people with alternative lifestyles, you will continue to lose. This is the Twenty First century guys... things have changed, and you REALLY need to get with the times.
Second, it is very very evident that the American people no longer believe the old conservative line (or should I say lie?) about tax breaks for the wealthy creating jobs. You need to look no further than recent history, each time we have chosen a Republican and enacted these sorts of tax cuts, we have lost jobs
What Cost Semantics? The Politics of Disrespect.What Cost Semantics?What Cost Semantics? The Politics of Disrespect.7 months ago in Editorial More Like This
The Politics of Disrespect.
In the second Presidential Debate, there was a point at which President Obama informed Mitt Romney that he was incorrect about his claims in regards to what exactly The President had said in the Rose Garden the day after the Libya attack that killed four Americans.
According to Mr. Romney, the President never called this incident an Act of Terror. Unfortunately, that is exactly what Mr. Obama had said. And in telling Mr. Romney he was not stating the truth, Mr. Obama refrained from actually using the term liar, giving Mitt the benefit of a doubt that perhaps he had simply made a mistake.
House of Butlers.A/N: LoveAnimeGirl1030, this is for youHouse of Butlers.8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like Thisplease have the tissues handy!!
This will most probably be complete smut from start to finish. You have been warned. XD At the minute, however, it's just an intro. Smut shall come later XD
Black Butler influenced, and if any of the characters do happen to appear here, they do not belong to me. Honest. I just love 'em
House of Butlers.
The mansion had been a shadowy, derelict place for years. The townsfolk had all believed it to be haunted, had panicked that the place would bring disrepute to the otherwise beautiful forest town, and had boarded up the doors, the gates chained shut, the windows left with their shutters sealed closed.
That was until a coach swept along the high road from the moors, down and along to Oakwood Town, coming to rest in the square. The innkeeper, Jeffrey, stared through the grimy window of the tavern and his wife hung out of the door in shock. The lamps in the square flared to life with the onset of night, catching
And when you look at meAnd when you look at meAnd when you look at me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel sundered in two
Flesh falling away
Soul clearing the sky
And when you look at me
I hear the void.
I see the fear.
I taste the blood.
When you look at me
I know myself.
I see all my
Petty tyrannies
In your eyes
And now I'm looking at you
I know my way
Lies in peeling off this skin
Layer by layer
And revealing the inside
So forget the dominance
And I'll forget your pride
The look in your eyes
When I wouldn't do what you want.
Take your cruelties and the lust
Take the injustice
Forget my devotion
Because you poisoned it with your breath
You're noxious
You're toxic
And you love to slit m
Crash Test12 November 2115Crash Test3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three years before the Collapse
"They'll be right out now, Prime Minister."
Luke Rankin looked up slowly at the receptionist, standing idly by the desk, her hands clasped in front of her. The pale green sunlight filtered lazily through the twenty-five foot curtains, soft clouds of light spattering across the floor. He took a sip of his coffee, gently perching it on the saucer that sat on the glass table in front of him. For an android, the receptionist made a good brew, better than what his wife made for him, in fact; but then, as she was, the receptionist had probably got it down to a tee after little more than a few minu
Doomsday FaceSour,Doomsday Face3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rotten,
Crawling in the dirt.
I try to think of the words to say when I’m around you but it’s like scratching my eyes out,
Pointless,
Futile.
Because nothing is good between us anymore, nothing is even bearable.
Every breath is broken,
Every look is wrong.
An ugly horned toad sits in the midst of our lack of conversation, laughing at your discontent and my pain.
It feels like the end of the world when we are together.
You look like unhappiness to me,
And I am unhappy.
Words can hurt.Hurt.Words can hurt.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can hurt.
That joke you made today,
can end up with someone going to the dirt,
you think those words will just fade,
but believe me when I say,
words can hurt.
Master GrayWhy can’t this be something concrete?Master Gray6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We hide behind talk of methaphor, of art,
Of the concept of beauty and its utter fragility,
And flutes of champagne and the moths that kiss drunkenly.
Those eyes still have the gall to charm,
to tease, to own the world,
To take and take and give just by
Being alive. Ah, Dorian…
I watch you fall further
And fall further in love with you,
Taking my last look at high society
Before plunging into its seedy depths.
They all turned their eyes away that night-
Drunken and shaking, your hand
Fragile against my face, stuttering over
My clothes. God, I wanted you.
You wicked dapper little thief.
I must have left my sanity, my reason,
My money and my life in your
Delicate, fine-boned hands.
For now I find, Master Gray,
That I am a much willing prisoner
To your every whim: merely for the
Way your face lights up when we venture out.
Silken tie, silken lips;
Golden hair, golden lies;
Pale skin, deeds beyond
Not This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t AgainNot This Sh*t Again6 months ago in Editorial More Like This
By Charles Kunkle Jr (aka fraterchaos)
On Friday, in Jacksonville, Florida, Michael Dunn, a 45 year old man shot to death a 17 year old black teen over loud music. It seems that Jordan Davis was a passenger in a car with some friends, in a parking lot of a convenience store, and the teens were listening to loud music on the car stereo. When Mr. Dunn ordered them to turn down the music, they ignored his demands.
Apparently, this gave Mr Dunn all the excuse he needed, to begin firing randomly into the car. He fired at least 8 times, yet only hit Davis (or anyone else) twice. And after the shooting he fled the scene. Bys
Just the same as you areI'm really not that differentJust the same as you are7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm really not all wrong
I have too big an ego
And my mouth is somewhat strong
I'm really not that different
So why do you even care?
We're just the same, me and you
But I'm just a little more scared
I'm really not that different
I just have quieter eyes
But there you go, with your cutting words,
trying to turn me to ice.
I'm really not that different,
I love, and I laugh, and I cry
I'm just the same as you are
so why do you want me to die?
I Love You (Prelude to a Tragedy) Chapter 2I Love You (Prelude to a Tragedy) Chapter 29 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Nightmare
.:: December 28th, 2009::.
Brian POV
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing at around 10 in the morning. I groaned awake and found Ville still asleep in my arms. I slowly released my hold on him to answer the phone. I looked at the id to see who it was. Zacky. I pressed answer on the phone and put it to my ear.
"What's the fuck is it and why can't it wait until a reasonably time of day after a party?" I asked him.
"Dude have you heard from Jimmy at all since yesterday? Nobody can get a hold of him and Leana is nowhere to be found," Zack asked me.
"No, I haven't heard from him. You think I should go up there?" I
Let's Talk factsLet's Talk FactsLet's Talk facts5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
by Charles Kunkle Jr. (aka fraterchaos)
In the wake of the tragedy in Newtown Conn. this past week, there's been a lot of stuff bandied about, and I have made no secret of my opinions about the subject. Personally, I fully favor a semi-automatic assault weapons ban, and a ban on high capacity magazines. I have met with a good deal of opposition on this, by people who make numerous claims and excuses and arguments that to me, simply don't wash.
One of the things we've been hearing a lot of, is the "arm the teachers" argument. In some ways, this almost sounds like it makes sense... if those teachers had had guns, they coul
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