AnimalsOne Of These Days, on a day in Summer '68 when the Fat Old Sun was visible in the Great Gig In The Sky, in a place called San Tropez, there were some Pigs On The Wing. They were On The Run from Arnold Layne, a Fearless member of the Mudmen. Arnold had told them there was an Eclipse coming, and all the Dogs of the Crumbling Land would receive Brain Damage from it. This would cause them to Keep Talking, and as Time would wear on, their chatter would turn into a Violent Sequence, which would prevent the Pigs' future Embryo from Learning To Fly like their race did. What's more, their power for Coming Back To Life would be lost, too.Animals2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The creatures had been Lost For Words. They had been having High Hopes that the two Marooned species, who, since the time When The Tigers Broke Free had been living Poles Apart, would be able to let each other Breathe and Stop fighting. There was a Terminal Frost over their nations, one that wouldn't allow them to Stay in peace. Both sides were too proud to for
Day trippinOnce there was a midnight sunDay trippin2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And noone would say why or what
We used to walk through our whole day
In sunshine of the midnight black
All the world is upside down
Princess goes to save the prince
A unicorn without a horn
We can finally
See the scream of butterfly
The day that will never come
I'll wait for it and it'll be done
Since I left our dull, ill street
And went down the midnight path
Where black is white and white is black.
Us and themWe are the OutlawsUs and them3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are the 'others'
Who isn't equal
Is monster or dies!
We're other than them
The 'normal' and 'sane'
If they don't fear you
You're already dead!
It's not our fault
But we have no choice and
It's their problem, now
Why shall we be just
Like you, poor, poor sheep?
As I just told you
Right at the beginning...
Make them sheep listen
Let them ask you for
Anything, let them fear
Or they'll destroy you
Gotta be strong
Have no leniency, they don't want
to get it
Sad, sad little one
If you lost the courage
Some shitty casesHey there dolls.Some shitty cases2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Stop talking about differences between girls 'n boys and just treat me like a human being. My pussy is the only thing that makes me a girl.And even if I don't feel like 100% girl or just entirely flat 'feminine' one (not that I feel like male in a female body, in fact that kind of things doesn't really matter too much for me) does it mean you have to make fun on me or saying all those ridiculous stuffs? No.
Oh, by the way. Note that it's ME and this is MY point of view. I don't want to say that gender isn't important at all but I think there are too many things that are dependent on it and there are too many silly stereotypes about both men and women. And those who feel 'other' in any way like lesbians, gays or transsexual ones.
However, it doesn't matter much to ME as well as my orientation.
(Well I see this thing is getting less and less concise... I'm really sorry, dolls)
You may say "I prefer girls with bigger boobs, you know..." and I can even understand i
How They Fade So FastHow They Fade So Fast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A glistening jewel,
A shiny gem
To us you are
What you were then
Your talent stayed
But your looks strayed
We did not care
What you became
Several smiles and noisy occasions later brought you to us as you were not long ago. The aftermath of one mind-changer dropped you back to earth as a fragment of the living, feeling, breathing creature you used to be. The eyes that were once bright and held mischief and wisdom, darkened and dulled. The hands that crafted silken rainbow threads of music, were slowed by nature and now are stopped altogether.
Echoes of your talent and ability still radiate around with us to this day, and your presence on the planet with us is not forgotten. We remember your examples and ways, and we hold them close now as you rest with ease and watch us honor your name still.
Rest In Peace
Roger Keith "Syd" Barrett
We love you ♥
Alyss - The Masquerade 3Alyss - The Masquerade 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How long will she be asleep for, Ring?"
"I don't know. I wish I did, but only time will tell. Until then, we can only wait."
A pause, "She looks cold."
"Maybe she is."
Another pause, "Ring, what happened to her?"
"Well," the man, apparently named Ring, sighed, "I think she would prefer it if I weren't to tell."
"Is it bad?"
"Yes. It was."
Again, another pause. Maybe he was bad at conversations. I couldn't be sure. Maybe these voices were all in my head, anyway. I couldn't see their faces. What could I see? Nothing. The darkness. A slightly pinkish hue in a sea of black, small speckled dots. I supposed my eyes were closed.
So tired. The voices were fading.
"She hasn't moved at all since she got here. Is that normal?" a concerned voice. I had gotten familiar with these two voices. There were two of them. Both were male.
"It's completely fine," this man's name was Ring. It was easy to differentiate the two voices because Ring's voice had a reverberating bass masked over something I assum
solutionI'm a bad man: I kill people!solution2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm so sorry, ma'am
I'm addicted, I just like it!
But... Lo, I found a solution
Hoho, hihi, haha!
We'll all be happy
For my next victim's
Decembersville Ch. 55Chapter 55: Unwelcome Guests at the OperaDecembersville Ch. 553 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh no, Melloni, no. That is a very bad idea," Tin whimpered, biting the tips of his fingers with sweltering nervousness.
"Clock, we are stuck. We'll be diving from barrel to corner for hours till we find the kid. Our last aw man, I'm really saying this hope is you yourself and nobody to make one call. Surely you know a few people or somethin'," said Mellon almost apathetically, all his edginess expressed in his wingful points over to the tall glass phone booth settled near the central square fountain. "And dontcha wig out wheif ya get caught 'cause Z and I will give ya the sign to scram."
The clock freak's pallid complexion turned green and he trembled. "Y-you were going to say 'when', weren't you?"
"Do it for Sophia," Zero interjected with a honey-flavored tone, dis
If You Think This, Then You're ThoughtlessWanton, wily women,If You Think This, Then You're Thoughtless8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn into your pop stars
And your politicians.
Bitter blacks will rally,
And so will greedy gays;
Shun the "A+" Asians,
Cuz they're not here to stay.
Christians are all crazy,
And liberals will lie.
Don't trust the Romani.
Vegans want you to die.
The rude rich are heartless.
The poor deserve their fate.
For teens, it's just a phase;
For emos, it's too late.
Dumb blondes have bricks for brains,
Disorders are for show,
And shame on your collar!
White is the way to go.
I'll insult your status,
Your height, weight, and your mom.
I've got my list ready:
You're just a ticking bomb.
7.1.12Listening to a lot of music7.1.122 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Is like having a lot of friends.
They are all different to one another
and they all have their own little back-stories.
Some are related to each other, joined by working together
Or other friendships from youth which you weren't there to see for yourself.
You might like one more than the other,
but it's always them who's there for you
to offer good emotions every day.
But music is more reliable than people
because there isn't the need for eye contact
or the need to find something to make conversation about.
There are no awkward silences with a song.
Cedric, First Meeting 1 of 3The Summer's day was bleak, humid and grey, as the weather had been for the past week. It would rain soon. I sighed and shoved my hands into my pockets, walking down the streets. It was a dull afternoon and the people of France had obviously decided to keep indoors instead of melting in the sweltering heat.Cedric, First Meeting 1 of 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The heat didn't bother me. It never did.
I sighed as I turned the corner, nearing closer to my trailer. I just wanted to get back inside and have a good long drink. It was the only thing on my mind and it was going to stay that way for a very long time.
I glanced up, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small figure in the gutter. I froze and widened my eyes, trying to get a better look. It was a boy, hugging his knees tightly, and sobbing. Sobbing wildly with his whole face red and blotchy from the tears. He raised his small head and stared at me with huge glistening eyes with a small spark of hope in his face.
I panicked in my mind. Shit. So he was looking at me. Do I stop
Twist and ShoutJust like the song says.Twist and Shout3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it to the limit.
And when you need to,
Let it be.
Don't stop believing in what you want to believe. Don't let this world restrict you. Don't let people restrict you.
And most importantly don't let yourself do it either.
And don't fake it.
Because if you do, you'll end up in a life
That wasn't meant for you.
But come as you are
And you'll end up in the one you wanted.
Just gimme some truth, and I'll show you how beautiful the world can be.
Take chances. Don't do that 'what if' shit. Don't even take it.
High hopes and dreams.
People are strange, but they're also human. Humans do what humans do.
Make mistakes, do stupid things.
Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself and not one person in this whole goddamn crazy flipping floating sphere in this endless flow of space and time can tell you how to do it.
You know it.
And when you get it
When you really get it
It's more than a feeling.
So stop trying to find who you are.
perfectyou could come over and we couldperfect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
put on our most dapper clothes with
no where to go and make tea or hot
chocolate or coffee or whatever you
want it doesn't matter to me, really
and we could just sit on the couch and
watch all eight of the harry potter movies
or read poetry or write it or look up exact
ly how many ways there are to make two
dozen chocolate chip cookies and then go
ahead and eat them all
[we'd get stomach aches after but it would
be the almost-good kind]
i don't even know why i'm writing this, you
might not read it and if you did i don't think
you'd know it was about you or even guess at
that conclusion [but hell why does it matter because
it wouldn't work like that anyway]
it would be long-pauses and timid silences
and i'd be in t-shirt and jeans for fear of being
over-dressed [you probably would be too]
this whole world is a run-on sentence and
i don't like it one
Nay.And they never know if I'm in loveNay.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For noone loves me
Noone did love me
Nor did I.
Decembersville Ch. 56Chapter 56 A Most Familiar Surprising GuestDecembersville Ch. 562 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mush, Tammster, mush! I spy with my sexy wounded eyes a little something called the Opera, o' hooded one."
"Get off him, for Christ's sakes," Bella snapped quietly. "People are not only staring in fear."
Chimabell gave his brother a sour look followed by a childish whine, "My god, you are one jealous turkey! Surprised your eyes aren't glowing green already. Because, brother beloved, you do know that I could fetch you a Tammy of your own. All you have to do is ask your lord and master right here. Really, it's alright to speak up every once in a blue moon than get pissed about something you regret not saying."
The mayor spoke of Tammy like he was an item; like sucking the souls out of people and turning them into mindless slaves was but a factory hobby. It did not help that he was riding
The ShedI am the old shedThe Shed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beyond the weed fields
beneath the dying tree
with flowers it never yields
I am the rag doll
covered in charcoal dust
lying beneath the bed
where a toy car rusts.
I am your favorite song
from when you were seventeen
but now you're fifty-seven
and you only liked me for three months, anyway.
I am the friend you had
before you found out my secrets
before you moved away and found
better things to do.
I am the shed
skin of the forgotten
there is no sentimental
value on my surface.
I am the dolled up
sins of the wrought and
damaged; you do not forget me
but you still toss me away
I am the unsung
song of the villains,
the selfish, the lonely
the betrayed and insecure
I am the friendly
warning of your future,
a cold forgetful satin sheet
of eyes that you "forgot" to meet.
RedRed is the blood of life flowing through veins;Red10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Red is the petals of a lover’s rose.
Red is the stripes looping ‘round candy canes;
Red is the polish painted on my toes.
Red is the crab apple eaten by deer;
Red is the velvet of Christmas stockings.
Red is the lantern welcoming new year;
Red is the plumage of cardinal wings.
Red is the blossoms waving from the tree;
Red is the brick wall protecting my home.
Red is the sunrise saluting the sea;
Red is the faded ink on the worn tome.
Red is the color of life, love, and war,
And yet red symbolizes so much more.
Syd's BirthdaySyd Barrett was sitting on his bed and painting in his Earls Court home, creating a new abstract picture, minding his own business and enjoying the sounds of tiny chirping birds (for the first time in quite a while) during a strangely warm January when he heard a knock on the front door and the brief shout of a man. He looked up and tilted his head, peering out from behind his dark, curly hair and wondering what it could have been.Syd's Birthday2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He put his brush and paints down on the mattress next to his bare thighs, and stood up to find out who had just been at his door. He wiped his fingers on his dark green shirt, the only article of clothing he was wearing, on his way to the door and slowly but carefully opened it and looked down.
At his feet was a box. There were several envelopes on top of it, which was how the mail was usually delivered - on the doorstep, just outside the door. But Syd had never gotten a package before. He stared at it for a minute or two, debating whether
Decembersville Ch. 5Decembersville Ch. 55 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 5: The City of Freaks and the Ax-Handed Boy
There are one or two troubles with dreams, ladies and gentlemen: dreams are beautiful but could become the downfall of some. Dreams tell the dreamer of fantasies that can corrupt ones imagination what with the absurdities that can swim through them yet at the same time could cure insanity. They told what was real, what was unreal, what was safe, what was dangerous warnings. The possibility of being blinded by the fantasy of a dream is grand but there is a humongous percentage doubting that as well; a win-lose subject, I should say. But, as some times happen, the logic of many could become blindfolded by their denial that what they stumbled across was just totally impossible.
Let us take a haunted dimension as our example.
"This is not real this is not real " Sophia repeated to herself unwillingly as she remained still right at the archway to the city. Body frozen,
we don't know anythingyou wrote right-handed, but you playedwe don't know anything3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the guitar left-handed. i asked you why
and your chapped lips formed a crumpled
smile, the smile that always reminded me
of a pink accordion, and you said, "i guess
my brain was just wired backwards that way."
those were the days when i was not a girl
made of smoke and charred bones,
(we pretended that i wasn't, anyway)
the days when i did not need a bottle the way
i had as a baby, now glass instead of plastic
(i hadn't yet recognised that i did, anyway)
and the words i love you spilled so naturally
over my lips like strawberry liquor.
i never told you how odd you looked
with your clothes on, did i?
you liked to play on the beach, alone,
at night time, the moon your spotlight,
the pallid sand your stage. naked, you
didn't sing in english; you said the stars
were your audience, and the only language
they understood was love. so you whooped
and wailed while your fingers tickled
the belly of the long-necked wooden animal that
you had fallen in love w
My Boyfriend is a Rock StarMy Boyfriend the RockstarMy Boyfriend is a Rock Star2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Ann, Kayla and Becca
Rock Camp 2011
My boyfriend is a rockstar,
and don't know that I exist,
He lives so far away from me,
That gets me really pissed,
My man was born so long ago,
He's long-gone past his prime,
My sweetie's in the graveyard,
But he's still my valentine,
From Seattle down to Woodstock,
From L.A to Tennessee,
From Liverpool to London,
Our love can never be,
We'll never be together,
Cuz I was born too late,
And with THIS guy setting standards,
I'll NEVER get a date,
paranoia?Oh gods, this is all our fault. We did this. We all did this. It got so much bigger than we ever thought it would, but It'S all our fault.paranoia?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
LEt's have a paranormal imagE thread, we said. Look at mY creepy photoshOps, we said. (oh, I can tell by the pixels.) It's all good fUn, something to giVe us a nicE little scare while we wait For Halloween season to roll around.
And then sOme bright goddamn kid gets the idea to shop a pictUre of HIM. It's Not all his fault, of course, but it starteD there. Blank face, black suit, it's funny because it's horrifying. He eats children, he said, and you only see HiM on film or when it's too late.
Except He doesn't just eat children anYmore, does He? It's a virus, Mutating until only thE basic Structure remainS the sAme. Mutating and spreadinG by the nEwfangled substitute for word-of-mouth that is the internets. He's mutating, and getting in on the fun just makes it worse.
Let's make a movie, we said. Let's make a blog and a Twitter and a goddamn Faceboo
The Town: PrologueThe TownThe Town: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Their voices hushed when the Inspector arrived on the scene, the shiny buttons glinting like a smile, in spite of the moonless night, the black bag hanging heavy in the bony, stained fingers. None of the Nightcrawlers made a move until the Inspector spoke, wheezing slightly.
"One of you better tell me what happened here. I'm doing a final sweep of the house. I'd like to know what Malcrone was so up in arms about before we Purge this dungheap." The Inspector casually lit a cigarette.
One of the Nightcrawlers cleared his throat as the Inspector approached the house. "A woman, Inspector. She was involved in a scandal not long ago with the Mayor's stepson. She lived with her mother and sister. We found the mother upstairs. The sister had poisoned the old bitch and tried to flee the scene. She was arrested and taken to the Prisons. The woman, the one we came here for, we arrested her too. We took her to the Tower and shot her. The body was burned and the ashes s
II.nature's brazen hold on manII.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
uses charcoal witch's hands
to not corrupt, but grasp the soul
existence soot and absence snow
the terror of the sin emerged
transpired through the seraphim
the romance of the morning star
finding comfort in his opposite
there where love is monochrome
and passion meets its inverse twin
could it, perhaps, be born again
where she is yang and I am yin?