-Orison--Orison-12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let there be everlasting light
and as the breath left
her body she was bathed
in warm sunlight
filtering through the
golden canopy above.
Let there be eternal music
and was met with the
fluttering of the butterflies,
the gentle whispering
of the summer breeze and
the melody of a hummingbird.
Let there be enduring peace
and before her very eyes
vines grew up over the trees
without competition, then
a ladybug sat beside her
without fear of being crushed.
Let there be unearthly beauty
and beside her bare feet sat
an exquisite and precious gift –
a pretty child with laughing
eyes and long golden hair…
as the dusty pink gown
swirled around slender legs
and her bare toes danced
through the trickling stream,
she finally understood.
Wings spread, eyes open,
looking upwards as the
flowers fell she knew
she was truly blessed in
the simple joys of life…
Last Goodbyeseyes downcastLast Goodbyes7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
last words sealed with
closed mouth kiss
this is the thanks I get
and cold regret
this gift's been given
for the last
these open arms they
a farewell just in case
your heart becomes misplaced
a fire burns
for such a short
I'll light a candle
I'll tie the knot
with a final kiss
a feeling like coming home
this sense of longing fits
like a glove
hold your breath
it fades away
these aching words
from bitter tongues
mean more to me
than you will
these last goodbyes
oh, so casual
each star in my sky
burns out when you
UnrequitedHis love is like a sharp-edged flower of glass,Unrequited7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And he gives thanks for each drop of blood
That falls from his lips when he steals a kiss.
He chases her like a spring wind in scorching heat
And only laughs as she stirs his hair and spins away,
Teasing him with the indifferent blessing of her breath.
He seeks to drown himself even when the water
Rejects him for a fool and a causeless martyr,
Because even suffering is sweet when she gives it.
sweet dreams, sweetheart..sweet dreams, sweetheart..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun has drawn its curtains,
the stars dance in the sky,
as butterflies kiss your sweet forehead,
I sing this lullaby.
The wind sighs in careless breezes,
and flowers fade away,
rest on feather pillows,
watch white sheets turn to grey.
Please rest well my lover,
I pray this slumber will not end,
as I'll tiptoe through the hallway,
and fuck your hot best friend.
in japanin japan13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the loose pages
of our open book
in some sort of wind
that comes from a somewhere
unknown to me,
from the ocean
i scrawl our story
in black and red ink
over the gentle lumps
woven into the sheets
of thick rice paper
they were crafted
between the soft fingers
of beautiful girls
with pale skin
and black hair
that flows in the wind
as they laugh
and watch the pacific
eat up the japanese shore
and it is beautiful
but i sigh,
i sigh because i know
that it is not the truth
there is no breeze
and there are no
stringing our love together
among off-white pages
there may be a book,
but it was crafted carelessly
between the hard palms
of old women
struggling to make a buck,
and sewn together
with sweet apathy,
and it waits
for ten dollars
and ninty nine cents
at the local bookstore
but i breathe in the salty air
of my imaginary ocean anyway,
and write down our love
in the book i dont own
made by the nimble fingers,
of the girls that
Clip Of SevenClip Of Seven.Clip Of Seven14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clip of seven.
One for each.
Use the clip of seven and take me now.
Clip of seven, take me.
Let the blood flow from the seven holes where you puncture me.
Take the pain, and make it go away, clip of seven.
Seven messengers, messengers delivering seven sins.
Envy for the things that are.
Gluttony for the things that we have and devour with a hunger.
Wrath a hate so strong you can feel it burning inside of you like a flame.
Sloth, a tiring slowness that makes your life grind to a halt.
Lust an emotion for things that you wish you could have.
Greed of the things that you covet and hide from prying eyes.
Your pride is who makes you who you are, yet you always wish you had more.
Clip of seven.
Deliver these messages, make your message quick and fast.
Quick and fast so that I don't feel you deliver the message.
Take my Envy, with my right hand.
Take my Gluttony, with my left hand.
ashes.the sky is all ashes today, painted black with the burnt ruins with what-used-to-be.ashes.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
words are all i have left, so i guess i should say them, even if you'll never hear them:
i would've painted the world pink for you, just to make you smile [even though we both know i'd rather it be blue]. i would've jumped off a bridge with you, felt the wind screaming into my skin and fear rushing through my being, just to hold your hand. i would've ripped down all my glass walls if it meant you'd let me in.
we could've drawn a map of the world and then, maybe, we wouldn't feel so lost. but we'd probably screw it up anyway since we're both bad at directions, but hey, it'd be a laugh, right?
and i'd do anything to hear your laugh.
we could've drawn hearts onto the backs of our hands just to match. we could've caught dragonflies in the summer, and i'd tell you maybe they know what happy feels like.
you would've understood.
we could've hidden under the covers during the thunderstorms, and i'd tell
Ma Mourant CherieA gust of wind nearly pushed her lacy bonnet off her ringlet-curly hair, but it died before it could do any lasting damage. With a heavy sigh, she glanced up into the sky. It was a deep, inky black, with pale silver stars speckling the velvet darkness, the large moon hanging low in the sky, casting a white light on the cobbled streets of Paris.Ma Mourant Cherie8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Jacqueline Lucille Saint-Pierre was a sparkling gem of Parisian society, a diamond amongst coal. Belonging to a family of the high nobility, she had been introduced early on to the life of what her parents said was a real lady of France; which, in general, was a girl who had men many times her age courting her, offering to bathe her in riches of the Orient, house her in a manor rivalling the Château de Versailles, and set a jewel in a band on her finger the size of Notre Dame. She had been told over and over again by her mère et père that when the right man came, they would help her choose him. Back when she was
Life is...Sometimes I wonder: what am I?Life is...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at the stars and feel very small;
just a tiny consciousness.
But if I were as tall as a planet,
I would still be short in comparison to the universe.
I see a person twice my size
and I feel weak and fragile.
But if I were strong and powerful,
I would still not be invincible.
I see a painting by the hand of a genius,
and I feel inexperienced and ignorant.
But if I were the greatest artist alive,
it would not make me love what I do any more or less.
I see blood, running from the wound of another,
and I feel a chilling fear from deep within.
But if I walked this earth with bravery,
it would not make things less dangerous.
I see a baby, innocent and naive,
and I feel cynical and jaded.
But if I saw through untainted eyes all my life,
it would not make the world a better place.
I see a raindrop, tear of the sky,
and I feel ugly and unsightly.
But if I were as beautiful as rain,
it would not make me crystal clear inside.
There are children with cancer,
Lost but not Gone -southpark-Lost but not Gone -southpark-10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Calm down, Kenny!" said a rather frightened looking Stan Marsh.
It was in the middle of recess, on a cold autumn day. Classmates had formed a circle around me and Stan, egging us on to fight.
"NO I WON'T! I AM SICK AND TIED OF NOT BEING NOTICED IN YOUR STUPID GANG! GOODBYE!" I screamed, before I stormed out of the playground.
That was about 5 years ago. It was that day I walked out on my 'best friends'. Can't really say they were though… to be honest, I always felt left out. Everything always seemed to revolve around Cartman, Stan or Kyle. Me? Never.
I was too busy being yelled at by an alcoholic father and being blamed for everything by my mother to do anything worthwhile. I was just the perverted one in the group who was always used like a prop. I was never noticed.
After that day, Stan, Kyle and Cartman would try to get me to forgive them.
"Please, Kenny. We're sorry! We didn't know you felt like this!" Kyle would plead.
But I would never even look them in the eye. I didn't want
PerseverePerseverePersevere8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stanley Marsh drooped low to his desk, covering half of his face with his arms as they folded lazily over the faux wood. He was barely awake, propped up only by the curve of his spine and the solid desk in front of him. His eyes became heavy and he blinked hard in a vain attempt to knock the sleepiness from the glazed over orbs.
The Algebra teacher was yapping away with fervor, waving his meter stick wildly in the air. Stan had to admit that the mans passion for math was staggering and somewhat deflating. Stan felt as if he was just being talked at instead of actually being taught. He glanced slowly at the paper beneath his arms and noted with no surprise what so ever that the page was entirely blank. Mr. Brozeski didnt slow down enough for him to keep up anyway.
The Junior yawned and stared absently at his raven colored bangs as they fell in shocks from his tired head. He took a moment to examine the rest of his body, finding it worlds more inte
High School: Chapter 1High SchoolHigh School: Chapter 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Waiting and Debating
It was another cold day at the school bus stop. Snow covered the ground, as usual. A little cloudy not a lot of sunlight. Normal. Boring. Nothing different. That is, if you want to count that it is five years later in the small hick town called South Park. More or less everything was the same, just older. The town did not seem to change at all. Nothing was different, or was there?
Two teenage boys were seen standing at the yellow bus stop sign. None looked happy, neither looked sad. Just there. Standing. Waiting for the bus in the freezing cold weather. But luckily they both had the proper clothing to wear.
The one on the left, closest to the sign, wore a green hat that covered his 'ears,' at the side. Sort of like earmuffs. Around him, was a orange, green collared, coat with two visible pockets in the front. Lower, was his teal greenish, blue pants that hung down almost over his black shoes. Eyes searched left, then right, as if trying to s
Trickster's GambitThere are many of us in the forest. Grimmlings, we are, imp-wraiths of the woods. All the same, each to each, such that even where there is one, there is no I. And we slither unseen through the prickly brush, and you do not see us, for you do not even know we are there.Trickster's Gambit7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
We are tricksy, foolish mortal, and it is best that you do not cross us, for we serve the Erl-King, and he is a vengeful lord, though fair and pleasing to the mortal eye. And this he knows, ah, this he knows too well, for he likes to lure the maidens to the forest there, and they do not often return to their village homes. Some stay with us and join our court, but others do not, and it is they who the villagers find floating in the streams, strewn with wreaths of flowers, and it is they who wake up dead upon the barren drifts of snow beneath the ancient pines, enveloped in brightly colored swaths of their own red blood.
There is a Man-King who lives above the village in a castle upon a hill. He had a son o
SP - In the absence of coffeeIn the absence of coffeeSP - In the absence of coffee8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
While the world is going crazy,
While the sky is falling down,
One thing you can depend on,
I will always be around.
While the rain outside is pouring,
I will make the sun shine through,
While the world is going crazy,
You can count on me.
I'll be loving you.
All you do is call.
I will catch you if you fall.
While the world is going crazy by Boyzone.
All the way back he had thought about how to break the news to his boyfriend.
All the way back from the neighbouring town of Middle Park, in the dark, listening to Radiohead and willing the heap of rust that was his car not to die out on him a second time in as many days.
He was grateful to have made it back without having to ditch the poor excuse for transport and walk in the snow but at the same time, he could think of places he would rather be than home and having to break the bad news to...
Kaboom - IV - ProseKaboom - IV - Prose7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Lonely Door
Stupefaction wrenched Jenna as she watched uniformed police officers canvas all her rooms. Each room echoed intermittent clicks from the labor of sophisticated cameras.
The detective before her snapped her back into focus. Miss Saunders
Y-yes? ImIm really sorry. I just Her head snapped towards the top of the staircase as an officer photographed the hallway.
Oh. I understand, maam, he said lightly, forming a weak smile. Theres a lot going on at once, all these people in your house. Sorry about that. Im Detective Jeff Briggs. My partners outside. Um, how old is your daughter?
+Demons In My MindTonight+Demons In My Mind9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll fight my demons again...
When my tears
Will make their way
Down my face
Leaving tracks behind...
I'll give in
To the demons in my mind...
I'll do anything
They tell me to do...
I'll grab the razor
And write everything
On these blue walls with my blood...
You'll find me
Lying on my red bed
With red tears in my eyes...
You'll find my message
Written on these pale walls
And you'll cry
Just like I did...
'I see them coming...
This time I can't do anything...
They came for me
To take me away...
To these whoso demons didn't take over:
Always listen to silence of the night
And protect these lost souls
Because no one should face their demons all alone...'
Halfwit - Chapter 1...Twelve years of experience in school sports, and Stan Marsh found himself lying motionless on the basketball court. The world around him wavered whenever he opened his eyes, so of course, he kept them closed, to avoid getting dizzy and throwing up like he did when he was younger. He heard this odd buzzing in the back of his head, and a million people sounding like Kenny tried to reach him. He imagined himself bringing his hand to his forehead, but couldn't find the strength to do so. He had a fairly decent imagination, though, so doing so calmed his nerves a bit.Halfwit - Chapter 1...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dude! Duude! You okay?" he finally managed to make out from the scramble of voices.
Stan had no intention of opening his eyes right then. He felt himself being carried out of the court by his arms, and gently dropped down onto some thin, cold polished wood thing.
"Stan? You alright, dude?" it was the same voice from earlier.
"Kyle?" Stan whispered.
"You're alright!" Kyle yelled.
"Ow…ow…" Stan muttered, this time bringing his
dragdrag12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of anathematized eggheads, dead poets, uprooted saddle-tramps -
an eclectic shangri-la that impales itself upon her sensibilities
like a beached whale on her shore
And this cold, small man-
call him Animus Annihilated-
"You wanna see Heaven baby?, Here's your chance." -
An open invitation to cool her heels in
the shadow of his soul.
Hoodwinked by her own loathsome ideal
she ogles the out-side,
staring through the cigarette that drips from her mouth,
into her love's eye
These DemonsThe walls are caving in,These Demons12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light is going dim,
And I'm seeing these demons again.
They are telling me I have nothing to live for.
I try to talk back, but I'm getitng ignored.
If you could only hear what I hear,
Then you would fear what I fear.
They're flying all around me,
It's getting hard to see.
The only way I can be saved,
Is waking from this nightmare.
But then this nightmare becomes a reality.
And the demons start following me.
But todays the day,
It's all going away,
Because I'm going to fight my way through it.
Kaboom - Hi - PoetryKaboom - Hi - Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will be your diligent maven for tonight
What, pray tell, would you like to try?
If its a dose of inspiration you have a taste for
I cook a spicy montage with great ardor
rich with animation, feeling, and color
You will inevitably request another
helping of such infectious splendor
Ah, have you sampled the high contrast yet?
Tis a fond specialty, I do guarantee
Id certainly be honored if youd let me
compose one of my best pieces for you
or is glamour perhaps more of what youre into?
Rest assured, dear guest, I prepare that too
The glamour platters seasoned with the finest rays of sunshine
and expertly sculpted with lights from premium vine
Theyre sweetly splashed with shadows and doused in diffusion
and envelop our guests in the most pleasant illusions
I also offer the drama and dynamism platter
seasoned with emotions and motions that matter
It offers an aroma most equal to its sight
I invite you to please take a cur
The wordMany sentences awayThe word7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stands a word I've never seen
and never heard, but often been,
and wish I had the tongue to say.
It's spelled with feeling more than rules,
pronounced like the sound of a drum,
for many dancers yet to come,
for suits and ties and naked fools.
Thus I wait,
thus I stare.
Something is to change.
Mind is strange,
feet are bare.
Longing to create.
This Organized LifeWe are having dinner at a place I cant afford. Carl has gotten into middle age at some point, complete with good posture and brown loafers. Hoping he plans to pay but erring on the side of caution, I order soup.This Organized Life8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It is not awkward. We speak easily as ever, despite the pricey menu, Carls shoes, and the last time he and I stood yelling in a room together, each so loud the words became one great indistinguishable noise.
Im so glad we ran into each other, he says. The waiter pours more wine. I begin to assume he is going to pay; that is what a man his age does when he brings a woman to a restaurant like this. You always said it, and its still true: I rely on statistics to predict Carls behavior.
Carl takes another sip of his wine, and I think about you. You do not know where I am. I have avoided thinking of you precisely to avoid guilt, and now I arrive at the thought of you and find it filled instead with weary affection. You do not know where I am
SleepSleep12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
as he is carried to the garden.
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to slip
into its last coma,
palm stem walls blanketing
the mind's catacombs
while your planted carcass watches
a tsetse fly
drink its next meal.
SP: Always returnSP: Always return8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Coming back...
It started a couple of years ago, when Kyle Broflovski and Rodney Tweek Tweak moved from South Park to San Francisco. They left their friends behind and more. That their friends didnt know was that they returned years after.
Kyle was sitting in the car with his parents and little brother Ike. He had changed a lot, more than his mother was expecting. He had talked to Tweek the day before, sense he was already there. He was nervous how it will go sense they moved away in the beginning because of his fathers job in SF and the same had Tweeks dad did. But still he wasnt pleased to be moving back to South Park.
Kyle: Why do we have to move back to that hell hole?
Sheila: Watch your mouth boy! Were moving back because your father and I desisted it was time to move back.
Kyle: Youre kidding
Sheila: Yes. I got a better job there, thats why.
Ike: Well Im much exited!