A Single WingI have scarsA Single Wing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never had
to fill holes
that don't exist
They say that
I am whole
but my other half
How come I miss what
I've never had
APH - They Were Once HisRoderich's house was in chaos.APH - They Were Once His5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Not that it had never been an absolute mess before, especially after two great wars. But he had just barely managed to set things right after he was finally left alone again when the crisis struck. Now it seemed as if he had not made any progress at all.
People were everywhere. His once carefully kept gardens were filled with haphazardly set tents that ruined the manicured lawn. The hallways of his once seemingly empty house were filled to the brim with arms and limbs trying to find heat and comfort from the November cold. He was hardly able to play his piano anymore, as the music room was crowded. Even his own bedroom offered him no solace.
His original tenants were beginning to complain. Yet despite the fact that he was no longer capable of supporting any more people, still they flocked into his home seeking freedom and comfort. And he was not in any position to deny them what they sought.
After all, he had made a promise.
Just a little over a yea
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
.SetIt is Akhet, the season of sorrow and silt, and Set.Set4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
must tense his sandbreath against the slick of wet
once more. It's always the same: though he's unsure
who started the game, or whose face he wears,
he knows he must prepare for the beginning of the end,
the bite of night and all the slippages in the inbetween.
And he swore he'd bait their breath,
but they'd rather choose death than fear,
with their tombstone legs, arms pegged
in sockets and their locked ears,
burying themselves beneath blocks
built to the sun. They outrun him, every time.
It's a crime. He remembers what his mother said:
do what you're able to keep them faithful,
to keep them grateful under the table.
He wonders where it all went wrong.
So he must sink into the long light, fight wanderlust
for blighted floodplains, and try not to ask why.
There are no answers, only questions.
Even his name is disguised by the way they collide in the dust.
He won't look back to watch the waters rise,
or the blackening of the swallowed
no, pleaseI think, despite all the objections against love that I so boastfully proclaim, what I crave most is for someone to steal away my gaze, hold me softly by the shoulders, silence me, and tell me quite seriously that they love me.no, please3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
From Man to Man Pt 1.From Man to Man Pt 1.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'I never meant to let you down.'
Draven lifted a stray curl of his wife's hair from her face. She smiled in her sleep as if knowing he was there. As silently as he could, he leant over the bed and kissed her softly on the cheek.
'I've tried everything.'
Rising slowly, as quietly as he could manage on the wooden floorboards, Draven retreated from the bed. By the fractured light from the shutters he made for the bedroom door. The walls of the house were thin and he heard a creak from the neighbouring room.
'Best be off before Kale wakes.'
Reaching for the door behind him, still facing the bed and his sleeping wife, Draven paused. Drawn, painfully drawn like poison from a wound, he found his eyes stray to the chest at the foot of the bed. Shut away from the world under key and lock, he linge
And then, a quiet explosionTrees, full of green vitality, swayed, shivered in the cool, early morning breeze. Butterflies floated, caressed flowers of all colours. Birds, they soared, danced and sung in the heavens. And below, hand in hand, the pair walked up a grassy hill without saying a word. None were needed. A non-awkward silence, smiles and laughs, were more than enough, precious. Time together, with their black and tan dog, full of heart, sniffing, playing, exploring about their feet – perfect.And then, a quiet explosion3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The three reached the summit, sat, close, bathed in the warmth of each other’s love and followed the sun’s birth into a crystal clear sky, washing the world with yellows, oranges and reds, with life. They embraced, tightly, with affection, friendship, and with wide eyes, in the distance, saw a star, pure, white, burst into the atmosphere. For seconds, to the Earth's concerto, it fell beautiful, terrible.
The dog barked.
The pair kissed.
And then, a quiet explosion.
A blinding light.
AppointmentsI'm a little early for the appointment. I'm supposed to meet someone after they finish with their engagement. The problem with arriving early is that some people don't take it well; and I don't like being hasty. Sometimes, I'd rather not have the meeting.Appointments9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
While I wait, the city moves around me. People pass me as they briskly walk to their destinations. They hardly pay any mind to their path; instead they are mesmerized by the cell phones and devices they carry. Some don't even notice when they nearly graze me. Anything could happen, and everyone is so hyper-focused on their own self, that they wouldn't notice.
Traffic clogs the streets in somewhat organized lines. Vehicles crawl, protesting with horns and shouting. Everyone is in their own world, even in the cars. A distant siren occasionally adds to the cacophony.
If I listen carefully, I can hear some noise at the end of the alley. They're a bit indistinct. I sigh as I realize I was much earlier than what I liked. The sounds stop sho
Fiction with Connie, Pt. FourFiction with Connie, Pt. Four4 years ago in Settings More Like This
A Tale Of Fiction, featuring: The Crimson Conservative (owned by JamesE82)
Chapter Four: Tactics and Results
Interstellar Calendar Date:
Solar Day Beta, Year: ???
Galactic Time: 1723 Hours
As the heartless cyborg mercenary-crewed rogue scavenger vessel "Calibos" pulled away from the research vessel "Venture Nebula," the Crimson Conservative peered out a nearby porthole and silently wished them well. Once more checking her twin Desert Eagle handguns, Connie knew that she only had three clips left per handgun, as well as her two combat knives. Still, her augmented strength and speed had proven to be more than a match for any of the cyborg crewmen that Connie had bumped into so far. 'Wish I knew how many more clankers were onboard this barge. Three down so far; since I'm guessing on this one, best bet would be on a single boss cyborg and a couple of man-machines that he has as his right hands to enforce his command. Okay, then: let's
The Only Thing Missing Is You7:55 PMThe Only Thing Missing Is You6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
hell, it was everything you used to love
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even shut my eyes
it's just... it's not fair
whenever i skipped a rock i remembered the first time i taught you how, and how excited you got. every time i said i was cold i remembered the way you would call me a baby, but give me your hat anyway. we even walked on the same paths we used to take, and everything is the same. the trees are st
The Gods Are Fishingi.The Gods Are Fishing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stray satellites catch
hearts in nets designed for souls;
the gods are fishing.
is life's purpose,
She says. We are damned.
of the children? I muse,
They giggle - full with purpose.
are most lost of all, toys
of the gods. Toys, She insists.
grow from grins
to smiles constrained
with dreams into futures
of lists and week-to-weeks.
grope in the dark
for meaning; sustenance
found only in others --
adults play pretend:
donning shirts and ties.
They keep the keys.
Meaning is found in
musings of gods; promise in
philosophewords tumbled out of yourphilosophe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mouth. urgent, thin lipped
maiden. the king has lost his
heart to the weeping of his
he drags them to bed with
crocodile tears and false
you cried from the tower,
regicide. the king is murdered
and his heart is displayed for
all to see. torn through by the
greedy fingers of his lovers, he
could not sputter a complaint to
their bodies sank into the
mattresses and blood stained the
floorboards. we knew this would
become of them all. such unfavorable
faces, the gods could not
my hands cannot move fast
enough to save your story, i
can only watch you tremble.
eyes thick like fog, you repeat.
the king has lost his heart.
The Ink Will Write Their StoryI'll bring them to lifeThe Ink Will Write Their Story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let them breathe on my page
They can't stay confined in my mind
The ink will write their story
No one understands them as I
So I have to write them
They want to be known
Their stories must be told
It's not just words on a page
I's memories, meaningful moments
Every letter, every word
Draws the pictures of their life
When they cry, I feel their pain
When they laugh, I smile
When the times seem most dark
My heart wrenches for them
The ink will write their story
And I control the pen
Three MinutesI HAVE NO REAL CONCEPT OF HUNGER.Three Minutes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my stomach starts to growl,
In three minutes I can walk to the freezer,
Select a meal and pop it in the microwave.
I HAVE NO TRUE SENSE OF HORROR.
When I am scared,
In three minutes I can find the remote control
And turn the channel and my fear dissipates.
I HAVE NEVER FELT REAL THIRST.
In three minutes, I can walk to the cupboard,
Select the size of cup I want,
And fill it with water from a sink.
I HAVE NEVER FELT COMPLETELY HELPLESS.
I have a roof over my head and a lock on the door,
And if I am in danger in three minutes I can
Grab my cell phone, dial 911, and have help on the way.
I HAVE NEVER KNOWN POOR HEALTH.
In three minutes I can call the doctor,
Schedule an appointment, and be on my way
To feeling better in no time.
I HAVE NEVER KNOWN ABSOLUTE POVERTY.
In three minutes I can dig around the couch cushions,
Find a few coins and be on my way
For a delicious package of Chicken Ramen Noodles.
I HAVE NEVER FELT COMPLETELY ALONE.
In three minut
Oblivion SongsOblivion SongsOblivion Songs6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’ve arranged all of my memories
Into photos and put them
Upon my wall, then
Sat down in my great armchair
And gazed upon them all.
My memories aren’t chronological, but instead linked by scraps of string, reaching across the yellowing wallpaper like the silk strands of a spider’s web. I’m older now, and I do this mainly as a way to waste my time as I sit in this great house that I worked my whole life for, now empty, and think of what could have been altered.
In my study, books sit as my audience, thousands of them. Three thousand four hundred and sixty two. I counted them last week. A fire cackles behind me, illuminating the dim room. And I place my legs, pale and feeble, upon an ottoman and stroke my long-since-grayed beard with one hand as the other hangs lifelessly over the side of the chair. The cat walks to and fro, chasing shadows in the dark. My eyes scan the wall of photos, searching for something that resonates and brings back the sweet
Fox and Krystal LoveIt was beautiful night as Fox McCloud was standing outside of the mother ship, The Great Fox waiting for Krystal to come out so they could go for a walk on the lushes green planet that they had arrived on. Fox and his teammates were taking a little time off since they had completed so many missions that there commander, General Pepper had allowed them to take a short vacation.Fox and Krystal Love7 years ago in General More Like This
I wonder whats taking Krystal so long? Shes already wearing her uniform so I wonder whats keeping her? Fox thought as he stared up at the dark blue sky. Fox was wearing his all green and a white jacket. He kept on his knee pads because he felt like it but he wasnt wearing his elbow pads or the communicator on his left arm. Sorry Fox Im late. I had to do a little changing.
Fox turned around to Krystal and when he did his jaw dropped. Krystal was wearing the clothes that Fox had first saw her in. Krystal wore her yellow halterneck crop top, her white miniskirt w
TourniquetI stand crying over the kitchen sinkTourniquet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reeling back and forth so hard
that I hit the tap
and watch as my broken dreams
spill out of a fresh gash.
I spend my free time searching through spare fantasies
for a tourniquet; anything
to stop the flow of thought.
Its funny how I fight to forget us,
and struggle to remember you.
Every so often I cant recall
the way you drug your feet as you walked
or exactly how much I loved your voice.
Im losing you again...
Just another dropped call
on the worlds most reliable network
because all I am is a number;
a few digits
not worth remembering
So as I run mine through my hair
and let out a sigh in the absence of sleep
I close the cemetery gates that have come to be my eyes
and rest uneasy.
david and goliath.He passes underdavid and goliath.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dying streetlamps'
darkening splashes on his face,
against the rooftops.
The tarmac, painted with his footsteps,
white lines of vertebrae
tickle along its back.
Lovely glass, shattered fragments
ruffle the curb of the pavement,
strands of rainwater
whisper along the gutter
in hymnal honesty; and sunlight seems swallowed
by the swollen beast of night.
prickle at the back of his memory,
a nervous pattern of speech,
syllables of iambic chattering
teeth against the cold:
the hotel window, shining with
the gaze of a thousand tourists' wonderment,
is where his own eyes rest,
as if the world is born anew
and love-songs spike the evening air
his life-tousled hair. He
walks on, passes on,
a stranger in a foreign land;
the moonlight seems
to turn about him, embrace his form,
a lonely touch, not quite animate in its caress,
but his love was the colour
of seawater on gravel,
and he would not take the taste of her brea
love people"We call everything a river here."love people2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a love parade
beautiful blue and white houses
spill children into the street
like beads of happy colored glass--
music all over.
the trees are spring,
fall, and summer,
green yellow maples
all love people
two moons to a face
I think of a quiet
pebbled stream in this moonlight
and a younger woman,
like a single brush of ink,
as the pebbled stream dips,
into winter, or untimed wild.
telephones and cortisonePuerto Rico is still asleeptelephones and cortisone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while we starfish aimlessly in the sea -
We are like lost men seeking shelter
in a place where the sweating sun
is forever at high noon,
ceiling fans turning slowly
and dewy drops on upper lips.
I am like the skinny girl in an indie movie
who lounges around in her underwear,
a cigarette dangling limper than dirty hair.
A phone rings somewhere.
I am grasping at a dream
like I am drowning and watching
the surface float away, falling
so deep into sleep that
the stars seem to sing.
Your choice, UniverseThis cursed lifeYour choice, Universe1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never seems to end
So, to the Universe
Help me find happiness
Or kill me already
Schizoid Personality DisorderSolitude -- My Sanctuary.Schizoid Personality Disorder5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Silence -- My Llullaby.
Observation -- My Occupation.
Intelligence -- My Curse.
Please, don't invite me to an outing that a normal person would attend in a heartbeat.
I won't hesitate to turn you down, I'm perfectly content being alone, in fact I would much rather be by myself.
It's not that I hate you, in fact I have no feelings about you, I just don't like people.
I can fully focus on my thoughts when I am free of outside distractions, such as the mindless drabble of the masses.
Solitude is My Haven, My Utopia, My Sanctuary.
Silence is golden.
The world needs a mute button, the noise is suffocating; I can't breath outside.
I yearn for sweet silence, all I want is for a few moments of absolute silence when I unwillingly leave My Sanctuary.
Once I finally get silence, I can't help but smile and allow myself to get lost in nothingness.
Silence is An Aria with no words, A Harmonious Composition, My Llullaby.
Tomb Worldbuy the war bonds to my bodyTomb World3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
buy tickets to the air raid of my soul
trenches on my wrists
fight the somme across my stomach
machine gun pock marks
bombs, my flesh shakes
only lines to cross
and three miles of blood and barbed wire marshes
protect the soldiers
but there are no defenses
the western front is failing
shells that are empty
(I am empty)
lighting up with flares
there's only smoke left
(clouds my mind)
we left our masks behind and now we'll all go blind
packed in here, piled in
where is the axis?
we've been in here three days.
is there still a sky?
we've been in here a hundred years.
are we all dead?
are we blast shadows on the wall?
the war is over
but the trenches are deep
(trenches are deep)
(trenches are deep)