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.Animals3 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.
Some shitty casesHey there dolls.Some shitty cases3 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
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
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 ♥
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
What Hurts the Most CombinedWhat Hurts the Most Combined3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was raining again, April showers as it were. Seemed to rain a lot these days not that Big Macintosh minded at all. The rain better suited his mood. There was a calming effect to the steady cadence of it on the roof, the way it fell on the already sodden grounds. He was cold sitting on the front porch while the storm circulated around the farm. The cold felt good, too. It reminded him that he could feel something other than pain. It had been a year already and still there was a dull ache in his heart, a wound to his spirit that would never heal. It hurt every day like it had in the beginning.
The door of the house opened and Applejack came out. She had a blanket between her teeth that she draped around Big Macintosh's withers. Then she took up a seat beside him and they sat together in silence. She sat with him like this a lot in the past year. They spoke less to each other than they had their entire lives, yet somehow they'd grown closer. He knew that without the support of his sist
solutionI'm a bad man: I kill people!solution3 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
perfectyou could come over and we couldperfect3 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
RedRed is the blood of life flowing through veins;Red1 year 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.
7.1.12Listening to a lot of music7.1.123 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 34 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
Decembersville Ch. 56Chapter 56 A Most Familiar Surprising GuestDecembersville Ch. 563 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
Decembersville Ch. 5Decembersville Ch. 56 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,
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.
II.nature's brazen hold on manII.3 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?
Decembersville Ch. 16Decembersville Ch. 166 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 16 - A freaky make-over by the freak Nutty Jimmy
His name is Nutty Jimmy and hes my older brother. Ive told him you are in need of assistance and all depending on his mood, you may or may not make it out in one piece because lately that brat has been whining about not getting too many brains in his stomach because he ran out of friends to chew on. Dont argue with him or ask him questions because half the time you WILL NOT understand A WORD hes talking about. Hes an idiot too, so dont expect him to understand what you are saying as well. Just shut up and dont argue and if hes doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, then that means hes in a happy mood. Oh, and just accept your fate when I mean IF it comes. Its useless to run from this guy. He refers to himself in third person most of the time and if he begins to dance, then that means hes a
A messageCold grasp,A message3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
weeeoooooweeeeoooowweeeeooooweeeoooooweeeeoooowweeeeoooo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what we live by
The jist of life itself.
Have fun, party, you only have so many years so do stupid things, take stupid drugs, have crazy sex and never let your soul go because your body is only a physical means of carrying your mind and soul through life
As loing as nothing damages your soul do all the crazy shit to your shell as you want.
God or whoever the fuck didn't put us here to sit on our asses and
and watch the tube or read about bad news
you got a problem then fucking do something about it
you depressed then drink a fucking bottle of syrup, wipe your face, and make it better
go love someone or give someone your umbrella or whatever the hell good sumeritans do I can't fucking spell sumaritans
but go have some fun while you last. do it. go. right now. yes you. all of you. get outta here.
this is what the deciples of whoever created rock live for. the buzz the excitement the accidentally getting too drunk before a gig. but no one cares because they're all in it with you.
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
AveryHis veins are filled with music and with stars.Avery1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His thoughts are filled with emptiness and flow.
His voice is made of dusty old guitars.
His mind’s a rusty cog that clanks below.
And these affects and gifts with which he’s blessed –
Or cursed, as alternately it may be –
Are some well-known and some yet unaddressed,
And they determine all that he must see.
But when his veins must open up and burst
And when his thoughts in dark directions fly,
When all his voice can do is preach the worst,
When all his mind can think to do is die –
It gives him pause to check himself and breathe.
May he stay in this world and never leave.
A Canvas Of SkinMisleading landscapes and a depleting cast,A Canvas Of Skin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gave strength by forcing me to become the last,
I have a canvas of skin,
An outlet for my assumed sin,
It moves and ages, however can't brake,
Inward anger its main function is to take,
Lost tears and misinformed expressions,
On a canvas of skin, leave meaningful impressions,
I climb a hill that can only get steeper,
I watch my mother and siblings standing next to the smiling reaper,
We connect then hide behind swaying shadows they hide,
I can hug them again, however first must suicide,
If I give in that doesn't mean I give up,
It's just that my canvas of skin has had enough,
The arrival of bandages means they were to late,
A second behind my thought process, again I wait,
For the smile before the frown,
For the appreciation before the crown,
For the smell before the flower,
For the second before the hour,
For the crop before the seed,
And, for the pain before the aging bleed,
Misleading landscapes and a depleting cast,
Depression, a pen meet