Alive Like Dirt-Alive Like Dirt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Winter vanished, a dream
Minutes after having woken;
The imprint and the lines
Still crisscrossing the edges
Of thought, retreating at my
Touch. It was important.
Though, I've lost it now.
Am reeling now.
I reached out, five distinct
Points forming a living symbol.
Catching the last flakes of snow
Between my forefinger
Like an angel thread seed.
I looked at my hands once,
At the neolithic lay lines
Carved in the clay
A Warning LetterA Warning Letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We shouldn't have tinkered with life, shouldn't have tried to slip death's grasp.
I am writing this letter from the deepest, farthest and safest corner of the world that I could find. I don't know how long I ran. She cannot find me, yet I hear her ghastly screams...her voice in my mind. Every faction out there must know that our studies have led to something unimaginable. People voiced their fears and doubts after few of those creatures appeared; these by-products of our experimental sessions. Ebastus help me, do not disregard this message! The previous mishaps might have been harmless, even if they managed to come through, but this beast is different.
She appeared during one of the sessions; compared to others, however, more like a fugitive of the underworld itself. Resisting our chants, the creature took on a physical form. Everyone watched in shock, paralyzed as she towered over us, then the skeletal smile upon her featureless face turned my way. It sent a cold chill into my very so
Wanderlust: Ima's history.Wanderlust: Ima's history.3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chapter 1: Cub to Cliath.
It started as it always does with my breed. Two garou who should have known better, Beltaine celebration, and a lot of alcohol. The result was easy to guess, my mother got pregnant. And it was no use to hide that for long from the Sept officials. Luckily for her, my father was found out soon as well.
They could have killed both of them, and I would have understood that. But the sept was located in the woods. So instead of killing my parents, the Sept alpha ordered both of them to raise me.
And the first years of my life went well, for a metis. My parents hated me, I knew that. But they tried. I was a runty little thing anyway, so it wasn't like they a had hard time with me at all.
But eventually, I had to have my first change, and it came almost as a frightening reminder of my place. I was hunting for a rabbit, not well at all. I was frustrated and tired, and I tried my best to catch it into my crinos paws. But I only caught air between my claws.
How to create the best campaign everAs a ST for beginners and “local” characters, I’ve always made sure to create settings and stories that would create unforgettable events. So imma gonna write this for you real short and dummy proofHow to create the best campaign ever2 years ago in Settings More Like This
How to create the best campaign ever (BCE) :
First, forget about the campaign part. This ain’t no Dungeons, this ain’t no adventure or all over the world trips. There’s no such thing as a “campaign” for Vampire, deal with it.
Second : Pick a city. Any city will do. Study it thoroughly, read about it, memorize the map, print out street views, buy a tourist guide, learn about the history of certain buildings, learn about its politics, its socio-economic strengths and weaknesses.. and its population, their wage, their specialties, their customs… Pick your own city if it’s interesting enough, or a city you know a whole lot about. It took me a good five months just t
Dark HouseDark House7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
This house is evil
There's no joy in this place
Only sorrow and despair
Occupy this space
Hell is present
It's darkness lingers
I hear the demons whisper
And feel their ice cold fingers
Mama is always crying
The demons torment her too
We both feel like dying
Cause life is black and our hearts bleed
We don't have much money
And ate every little today
Everytime we try to get ahead
These damn demons stand in the way
This is a dark house
Where the sun never shines
This house never changes It's trapped in bad times
This is a dark house
Where black rains always fall
Flooding this house with cold sorrows
Where we slowly drown behind hell's wall
Shadows dancing everywhere
Stealing all our dreams
Filling our hearts with so much fear
Our souls are unable to scream
Our tears fall heavily in sorrow
But you won't see us cry
All alone in this dark house
Mama and I just want to die
Haiku: HorrorI wake in terrorHaiku: Horror4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To blackbirds screaming; they are
Dear Mom and Dad, I'm FTM.Dear Mom and Dad,Dear Mom and Dad, I'm FTM.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before you overreact or get upset, I'd like to say that this has nothing to do with the way you raised and are still currently raising me. I love you both and I always will even if sometimes I don't show it; you mean a lot to me. I want you to know I'm still your child and I love you no matter what, and I hope that's the same for me. I want to be honest with you. I don't want to hide who I am. I want to be free; especially in my own home. I want to be able to come home and be able to be accepted and greeted as I would like. I want to tell you. I've been trying to tell you but there's always something that keeps me from doing it. I hope you will love me regardless of this. I just hope you don't overreact and cry. I'm not good when people cry; especially people that I care for. I want you to know this is NOT a phase. I've been feeling this way ever since I was a kid. I finally came to the conclusion about it; and I've been thinking about it since I was 6. Probably even
IntelligenceA hooligan hurts with his fists, a gentleman kills with his words.Intelligence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
IronyThe reason why mother nature keeps trolling us now is becauseIrony3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
WE TROLLED HER FIRST.
Heh. Well AIN'T THAT IRONIC?
BEN DrownedThere is a ghost named BEN Drowned.BEN Drowned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Majora's Mask is where he's found.
He haunts this game to make you scream.
It is as disturbing as it seems.
The backwards Song of Healing will chill your core.
You think that it's over, but wait, there's more.
His black orbs with red pupils bright,
You'll find is quite a horrific sight.
He'll drive you insane. You'll beg it to end.
Your Cleverbot messages will be the last thing you send.
Wait in the corner to die for there's not a thing you can do.
You've met with a terrible fate haven't you.
The Music BoxA box of melodies rests onThe Music Box2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sturdy table of trust.
Its twinkling songs of adoration
as two lovers swoon and twirl.
Oh, happiness! Hands attached,
the small lovers on glued to box
need not stop for the key
Yet slowly, the table of trust
beings to crack.
A stop in the gears
prevents the lovers from dancing.
Skies change to tense gray
and the moving crack
further and further,
faster and faster,
harder and harder...
The box of melodies
and the lovers hands
The unremitting key
and the sweet, sweet melody
Something I Had OnceI let my mind wanderSomething I Had Once3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it never came back
The visage of absence
A Something to lack
The only Verdict
My train of Thought
Has now left the Station
Fate?Why the hell am I hereFate?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where silence SHRIEKS and SCREAMS
And invades every one of my dreams?
I use to have hopes and goals
And now I just breathe and desperately hope
To make it through another day and not choke
But there is no peace in my life
I have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Have found that friends are enemies and all have lied
I wish to be set free
I run screaming down the snow-encrusted street
But there is nothing there and no one do I meet
God! I scream! Do you not see me here?
What did I do to deserve such torment and hate
Was I born simply to fulfill this fate????
First ImpressionsIt was on the second day of Miss Willard's stay at the house of her dear friend, the new Mrs. Fitzgerald, that Mrs. Fitzgerald began to feel ill. She did manage to fool Mr. Fitzgerald into believing she was just a little indisposed and send him off to work quite convinced that there was nothing to worry about, but she could not so easily persuade Miss Willard that no better medicine was required than a cup of hot tea and the company of a dear friend. Miss Willard, so meek and obedient at all times, would be meek and obedient no more at the thought of her friend's illness and, in spite of her excellent education, she indulged in the unprecedented insolence of disobeying her host's wishes, and the laws of decorum which required a young lady such as herself to never leave the house unaccompanied, and undertook the trip through the snow to the physician's house, several streets away. Dr. Chipweek, hearing of Mrs. Fitzgerald's symptoms, filled his bag with what jars and utensils he thoughtFirst Impressions3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arson (2/26)Skeleton housesArson (2/26)2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
burned photos- remnants of what
had happened that night.
hunter.though i am thehunter.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lonely sea –
a blithely dead
& quiet body,
married that demon
apollo & carried
his bastard child
A Lifetime of LoveEveryday I would watch her pass by on her way to school. I would get up early every morning just to claim that bench and wait. People would stop and ask why I would sit there for so long. I would just say, “I love the view,” and I wouldn’t even be lying.A Lifetime of Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had finally built up the courage to talk to her one late afternoon. It was one of the most nerve wrecking, heart clenching experience of my life up to that point, but it was worth it. So very worth it.
We made fast friends. Every morning and every evening we would walk from and to home together. It was that time we spent together that gave me bliss… especially through the hard times. She was my best friend … still is … but as time ran on, I started to realize some things. I was starting to feel more than just friendship.
Her laugh filled me with such joy. Her smile gave me comfort. Her touch made my heart skip a beat. But when she cried, it would tear me apart. At times, her sobs felt like
four yearsmy mother went from calling me a freakfour years2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to sticking a syringe full of testosterone
into the fleshy part of my ass
in just four years
she watched me
try and stick myself
in my thighs
two weeks ago
and i couldn't
it hurt too much
she mutters that she can't understand
why they can't make smaller needles
she says it hurts her to cause me pain
and i want to tell her
i've been in pain for a long time
i appreciate choosing which pain to be in
thigh or ass
i'll take ass
remember when i was thirteen
and you wouldn't let me shave my legs
because you thought that was growing up too fast
but i was so hairy momma and the blond skinny white girls
were so not and i wanted so badly to be like them
i felt pain then
remember when i was fifteen
and you wouldn't let me hang out with the gay kids at school
so i talked to this guy online and he sexually harassed me
and i let him because i didn't know any better
and i felt like such a failure still
because i had broad shoulders