The JourneyShadows dance along
The endless strip of
Asphalt. I walk down the
Line of never ending black,
Never leaving my dispute with
"A knocking at my chamber door,
The world shall end in ice.
Behold! The Light Brigade!
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright."
Words repeat, never-ceasing,
Echoing along the grey matter ramparts
That wall the language
What is this
To anyone else?
My limbs tremble with
Fatigue, sweat rolling,
Hitting the paved road ahead.
"When will this end?" I cry,
Stumbling in my stride as I
Fall to my knees.
My breath is short;
My hands are worn,
And my bones grow weary.
My arms shudder, as does
My body, pleading
I look before me,
Lifting my head to the
Harsh light of day.
A people in the wind
Beckon me towards them.
I hear their words.
I see their bodies urging me
To come forward.
I look past them,
Seeing a page of white,
Alone and without purpose
Fluttering in the wind.
My hands curl into fists,
The pavement disappearing
As I lift my
Needing YouI am writing this letterNeeding You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two weeks in advance, for I
Cannot pay the fare for anything
Faster. I am unable to deliver this
Myself because I will be long across
The highway. But I have overcome the
Distance, so let me continue.
I am writing this letter as if I would
A vision, because messages are more easily
Remembered when shown, not told.
When the words lose their form and
The ink shifts and morphs into what is
Meant to be seen.
I am writing this to you because
I am going off to war, against
An unbeaten enemy whose backgrounds
Have been burned. I know that I
Must rise up to meet the road,
But I must ask you this.
Will you still be there,
Waiting with a smile and a shrug
Saying “‘Bout time you showed up”
Will you still be sitting
On your front porch steps,
Whittling away like some
Will you still need me
After I’ve left and gone?
Because I’ll still need you.
Wanting MemoriesHe’d been found wearing a new dark-eyed mask and with a co-worker drinking absinthe, the two of them trying to find something more in the afternoon sunset. Another day had gone stale, shriveling and imploding like aged cheese burning in the summer, left to rot and mold like a corpse. And it didn’t help that the day had been served with a typewriter malfunction with a side of physically painful confrontations with his colleague. His sleeves more closely resembled the pelt of an exotic house pet imported from the Fields than the uniform of a dutiful employee. No article of clothing should clash with the almost twice reborn decadence of the city, where skyscrapers were interlocked with bridges melded from glass that appeared as if it had been torn from the sky like silk. The birds that alighted atop their spires looked as if they were thorns to an onyx crown that the city had adorned itself with. But, it couldn’t be helped. His colleague hadn’t let him go home to wWanting Memories5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stray TuftsI am a weed,Stray Tufts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A stray tuft of foliage that no one wants.
Go on, pull me from my roots
I am no pretty flower.
I'm just there.
Why would anyone want weeds?
Stray ideas that aren't appealing.
Why have a weed, when you can have a flower bed?
Go on, uproot me
Throw me away.
But I'll only grow again.
A true curse on beauty.
What can a weed offer to the world?
Stray tufts of ideas, no one cares about.
Compare me to a flower.
Flowers bring smiles, so pleasant.
Why do weeds exist?
We don't offer much.
Just the constant idea that nature
is unstable, unwanted and ugly.
You can never truly get rid of us
You can spray us with your poison,
We're used to it.
You can shred us with blades,
But our hearts have already been shredded.
You can pull us from the soil, but it's useless
Because we have been thrown away already.
We will always grow back.
We're the dreamers,
Our ideas will never truly die.
We watch you all bloom, beautiful,
Pretty flowers, happy and pleasant.
While we lay in the earth,
A Penny for Your Thoughts“A penny for your thoughts?” I was asked one day. I wasA Penny for Your Thoughts2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sitting on the corner of Rainy Day Road
And Gray Brick Place when I was
Approached by a woman named Tori De.
She had met me at the front entrance
At a library on Wide-Eyed Way. It was the same day
I had burned a journal for showing me
The truth behind my imperfections.
I had told this story and she replied
“Did you try using spell-check?” I laughed and said no. It’s a little unreliable.
“Well?” She asked, wondering when
I would start whining like a hyena that
Find some weird form of fun from dumping
All of my belligerent angst on another
Random stranger. Bu she had already given
Me the penny.
She didn’t want to hear a story worth a
Thousand bucks, like today was her lucky day
To find philosophical enlightenment in a man
Chewing on the last piece of gum
In the back pocket of his jeans.
So I talked.
I started with an exposé on the human condition,
The condition of being in
Set The World On FireLove burns brightSet The World On Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And then dies
The smoldering ashes smoke
The sweet smell of what was drifts on the air
And we are the burnt remains
The charred logs lying in the dirt
Just awakening to the reality around us
The fire has died
And so have we
The stone pit has locked us in
And we can not move on
We can only sit here in shock
Wishing that there was still a spark
Anything to light us again
Anything to keep us going
But there is nothing
Nothing to start it again
Nothing to make us go on
Nothing to burn for
Only the desolation left in our wake
The desolation from when we set the world on fire
Scraps of WarIf I gathered everything,Scraps of War1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The guns, the garments, the badges and bombs,
From every war that's ever been waged
Would I be able to sew together, to burn with bronze
Wings for the fallen so that they might
Could I give their beloveds enough fire and powder
To ignite the lives that they too swiftly lost?
If I collected every spec of scorched earth
That remained of once-standing cities
Would it be enough to build something
Could I take the shattered remains of
Oceanside bluffs and bustling metropoli
And form something that shall stand eternal?
If I counted the years
That every soldier lost during
His life on the battlefield
Could I finally achieve immortality?
Would I be able to stop my hair
From graying? To stop the clock
From ticking? To stop the world
SilhouetteSilhouette3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beautifully horrific. The only words that would grace Ellen's broken mind as the world caressed her behind its mask of mockery were those of such graceful contradiction. An elegant oxymoron that spoke so much with so little.
Ellen knew of art; she had blessed the world with masterpieces ranging to the grandeur of creation to the minuscule life of a lone organism. Her brush staining the canvas with a surfeit abundance of tints and tones inspired all that watched her expertise show. The rising sun over the green hills of her home; the endless expanse of twinkling dynamos and streaks of light that cut through the sky; or the falling tears of those of a higher plane, weeping with the maiden over her past transgressions, mistakes and regrets. This was Ellen's stronghold, her fortress of unimpeachable solitude. And she was happy.
But Ellen also knew of horror. She was an apprentice in forensic anthropology. Death was natural to her; it was second nature. Images of scattered bones stained wi
Who Forgot Where He Was GoingTo begin, no child expects to find much of legendary creatures in the middle of a desert just west of Albuquerque. It’s none too interesting, and it’s far more irritating than any possible sibling or curfew could ever be. Then again, most children consider anything larger than either of their hands and enough like refuse (especially that which traumatizes a particular motherly figure) of astronomical importance. Perhaps that is why the irony of the duo’s meeting was of such a magnitude that one could only think it scripted; the magnificence of a dragon encountered wandering the land of enchantment is lost to a vein of such meager growth only because it is neither an object with which to rebel against authority or an artifact to display to at the schoolyard (because what person, no less what child, would believe that their friend, even the best friend they’d take to Pluto and back, saw a dragon in the middle of nowhere?).Who Forgot Where He Was Going11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Either that, or perhaps the child w
A New StreakBlades of light glimmer off the mist,A New Streak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirling in the autumn breeze.
Leaves drift off the light wind,
Brushing against my face.
I exhale, taking in the air around
The forest where I sit.
The crack of a twig
Snapping in the distance.
My eyes fly open, my hand to my sword.
The blade gleams in the mid-day sun.
I am ready to defend my sacred oath.
I leap from the stone steps. I rest
Atop the temple I guard with
I turn my head, scanning the trees
To the left of me. I see a silhouette
Moving in the distance.
I crouch, laying low to the ground,
Listening for the footsteps of
My target. I see him, watching the forest
As intently as I. He stops, wandering to a berry bush.
At last, my chance arrives.
I scale a nearby arbolian guardian in haste.
My clutch of the weapon enhances.
As my shadow looms over him, I wonder
What good will it do to attack?
To maim? To kill another of hundreds?
I remember my order. The holiest of jobs
From the last of my tribe. The last
Of my people.
Fate and Him and You and maybe HateHe stood alone in an empty room;Fate and Him and You and maybe Hate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fate and Hate stared back at Him.
He stood alone in a silence heavy.
Hate snarled through his gritted teeth;
He drew a scared breath.
Hate snarled through his clenched jaw.
He looked over at happy Fate;
"Do you know what's going on?"
He looked over at O so grinning Fate.
Hate jumped for his empty chance;
"I shall carve forever my destiny."
Hate jumped for his mid-air shot.
Opening His throat for the teeth,
Throwing His head back in empty space.
Opening His throat for the Air.
The Pirate CharterThe Pirate Charter:The Pirate Charter3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This charter has been set-up for the purpose of outlining the rules, core values and purpose of the Black Fedora Pirates crew, as well as setting up its system of governance. It has been officially updated as of the 18th of January 2013 and has been divided into sections represented by the Roman numeral in the section heading.
i. Joining up with the Pirates
While it might seem strange that Pirates should have rules, it is discipline that leads to true freedom. Many of you have all read of my darker past; and certainly those that know something of it might agree that things have to change. I believe that as Captain Chenbeard, I would like to change that. Buried is the past and yawning ahead is the future. For that reason, I will be altering the means by which we sign up as pirates.
I have no doubts that I've made many new friends in my time here and gained many new fans. However, I can only sail with my closest of nakama (companions) to prevent the past
Childhood treatmentThe way people are treated,Childhood treatment11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it deeply effects them,
One who is always blamed,
will always blame themselves,
One who is never wrong,
never will be wrong,
for a lifetime.
People who are hurt,
will hurt themselves,
I was always blamed,
I was always hurt,
Now I can't see a future for me.
Everything is my fault,
from something small,
like a broken plate,
to something big,
like a broken marriage.
So why should I carry on?
Shintaro's Theory of Happiness? Ch.1Shintaro's Theory of Happiness? Ch.18 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ch.1 Yuukie Yesterday
...Little house of crimson brick, we all had fit inside of that place…
When I opened my eyes, I instantly recognized that I was in my room from when I was sixteen. I was even back to sixteen years old, which was a bit… Weird.
I sat up from my bed and looked over to my clock to see it change it to 12:00 pm on Saturday, August 15th. The day I lost Ayano…
I quickly threw off my covers and got changed into my school uniform. Ironic for going to the school on a Saturday, but it was the first thing I saw. I then ran down the stairs to get to the front door. While I made my way through the kitchen, I saw fourteen year old Momo (also before she became an idol, which added onto the weirdness of the situation, but I didn’t dwell too much on that) eating lunch.
“Looks like someone is finally awake,” she smirked at me, “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I only took a moment to smile at her breathlessl
CREW LISTEdit: Chenbeard the Pirate is no longer the Captain of the Black Fedora Pirates. The new captain is Lady Riddle :iconDiluculi: so if yer lookin' t' join, best seek 'er out eh? ^^CREW LIST3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Arrr maties. Ye've waited a long time ta see the crew list come up and I just want ye all ta know that this is going to double up as a bounty list (this journal entry will be a permanent entry). It will be linked on my ID and every crew member will be featured here permanently.
For those who are interested in joining the crew, the join rules will be listed below after the bounty section (Ctrl + F, "Join Rules", to skip straight there). If you want to know WHY it is good to have a bounty, scroll past the crew list and I'll give a full explanation on it ("Bounty Section").
Note: members in this list are NOT listed in terms of rank, with the exception of the Captain and First Mate (Co-Captain) who will occupy the first two slots.
1. Chenbeard (Chennie) the Pirate :iconW
About Her.In the middle of a long forgotten fieldAbout Her.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made beautiful by her presence
She sits under the willow
Counting hour after hour
As she waits for the sun to sink under the horizon
A pen whisks it's way across the page
Etching words she cannot verbalize
Filling up the empty spaces in her heart
Explaining the distance in her eyes
Velvet night engulfs her world
A notebook, a pen, and a
She lays her companions down beside her
And turns her tearful gaze up to the sky
Thinking, "Night's like this are worth the pain.
The stars don't know how much joy they bring."
Little did she know
They were thinking
The same thing.
Playground Ghosts“Where do you think we’ll be in five years?”Playground Ghosts1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He looked up at me from where I was standing on the swing, swinging with the momentum of my whole body, letting the squeaks ring through the abandoned park like a slingshot, echoing off of every lonely piece of unused equipment like I was playing Ping-Pong with memories. I looked out over the rusty silouhette of a place that used to be a shiny metal paradise, and I somehow felt sympathy for the broken and unused equiptment; especially the merry-go-round. I'm always wanting to make people happy, but I keep on going in eternal circles waiting for someone to actually care, and being unable to reach out and ask if they wanted happiness.
“Out of here, hopefully,” was all he said, using his feet to kick the ground and, in exchange for the violence, receiving the brief sensation of flight. “Anywhere, really. Just not here.” I looked down at him, watching him stare out into the derelict playgrou
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sighed. “I have to. I don’t even know what I’m doing…”
“No one does, that’s the point! It’s a learning experience, and honey, you’re losing.”
“I’ve barely even done anything!”
“And that’s the problem. You can’t give up now! If you do, I’ll….”
“I’ll ruin my life.”
“I’m serious. Without you, I’m nothing.”
“You’ll be fine, Luke.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll become an alcoholic.”
“Sure you will.”
“And I’ll sleep with tons of women.”
“Not my problem.”
“And…I’ll…become an angry cat lady.”
“You’d need to be a woman for that.”
He pouted, grabbing my abandoned pencil and throwing it across the table
Born from the mist. He woke to see whiteness. There was nothing but whiteness all around him. It formed coils and cold tendrils that snaked around him. Mist. The word floated across his mind like the mist he stared at. He reached out a hand to touch it then paused to stare at the hand. He flexed his fingers wondering how he knew the words for these things. He felt he could remember someone saying the words long ago. He shook his head slightly trying to find the memory but it drifted out of reach.Born from the mist.3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He reached out again and touched the mist enjoying the cool touch of it. Then he felt a weird sensation: He could feel the mist where it touched his hand, but also he could feel his hand as if the mist were a part of him. He closed his eyes and focused on what the mist felt. He found he could feel the grass around him where the mist touched it. He reached out further.
He found he could sense a huge wide valley full of grass, rocks and a small river running along th
Powerless Pirates - Part ThreeA groan slipped free from Sarah Grace’s lips when somebody gently lifted her into a sitting position. Her head was spinning and her chest ached with such emptiness that it felt as if something had been ripped violently out of her chest. Distantly, she could hear some of the pirates coaxing others awake, all wondering what on earth had happened. She heard Leelu cursing something about being the first damsel in distress in the situation.Powerless Pirates - Part Three1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glancing up, Grace saw a somewhat pale Paradox kneeling beside her, his hand on her shoulder. “What happened?” She croaked, forcing herself to sit up and lean forward, trying to keep the bile down.
“We’re not really sure, Miss Grace.” His voice was a bit shaky, and that worried Grace more than how weak she felt, and how many of the other pirates were still unconscious. She stood, briefly regretting it when her head swam, but looked around. With the exception of a few who were being awoken, the only pirates still consci
ReroutedAnother seventy-two characters, another seventy-two grand. Each and every keystroke only lead the conductor of cybernetic calamity towards greater archives of digital riches and rewards. Tap-tap-tap and up went an idle copy of a firewall’s coding, a program completely identical to the original, but with so many more wounds to open. A simple six-digit code and one could take an electric vacuum to the account and drag away every cent they could find. Just a single perk that came with the ever-rewarding occupation of cyber-smuggler.Rerouted1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
And today? Today had been an absolutely prodigious day for cyber-smuggling. Late Saturday had arrived early, coming ‘round the clock at a record time of 4:45. By the time the global alarms went off, every man-operated cyber-surveillance system had been dropped in favor of the raising of glasses and the imbibing of the night. Entire ethereal warehouses of nothing but bank accounts, shipping routes, shareholder stocks and top-secret information block
Nothing To NobodyHave you ever wonderedNothing To Nobody10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What it feels to be loved
Then treated like you're nothing
When your love wasn't enough
And do everything you can
To get yourself away
Because you want to live
And have your own say
Have you not ever thought
That in order to move on
You need to have a break
From being with that one
The one who called you selfish
For trying to be happy
The one who still demotes me
Did you really never see?
I thought you were a friend
I thought that you were smart
Yet MY loyalties were questioned
When I did not play the part
Maybe I didn't like
That you were closer to my ex
Was it not clear enough
All he wanted was my sex
You've told me that you know
What it feels to be broken
And I never doubted that
But by the way you've spoken
I'm starting to wonder
What you really think of me
Am I in the wrong
Did you really think he loved me
I wondered what you thought
To, instead of me, pick him
And always be so friendly
When to me he was so grim
But now I think I know
And that's what makes m
Love is not blindLove is not blind. It can see clearly.Love is not blind10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It looks past the boundaries.
It defies the judging stares of society.
It is a force to be reckoned with.
How to Annoy a WriterAsk them what they’re writing about.How to Annoy a Writer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tell them that their characters need more physical descriptions because apparently you’re too lazy to use your imagination.
Say that their writing reminds you of Twilight.
Tell them that their typing is distracting you from your T.V. watching.
Now turn on the T.V. REALLY loudly.
Call them an awful person for killing off one of their characters.
Whine about how you didn’t like the ending because “OMG how could you???”
Get mad at them for writing instead of doing something productive.
Rant about how much you hate your English teacher for forcing you to read.
Always use improper grammar and never punctuate your sentences.
Never. Use. Paragraphs.
Ask them, “What’s so great about writing, anyway?”
Then ask them why they want “to be” a writer, like that’s actually something you can achieve.
Call all writers antisocial, depressed, weirdos. Because, of course, all of them