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 You5 months 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.
Stray TuftsI am a weed,Stray Tufts1 year 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,
Set The World On FireLove burns brightSet The World On Fire1 year 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
A Penny for Your Thoughts“A penny for your thoughts?” I was asked one day. I wasA Penny for Your Thoughts1 year 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
SilhouetteSilhouette2 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
A New StreakBlades of light glimmer off the mist,A New Streak2 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.
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 Going4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Either that, or perhaps the child w
Scraps of WarIf I gathered everything,Scraps of War7 months 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
Love is not blindLove is not blind. It can see clearly.Love is not blind3 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.
Fate and Him and You and maybe HateHe stood alone in an empty room;Fate and Him and You and maybe Hate1 year 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.
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer9 months 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
The Pirate CharterThe Pirate Charter:The Pirate Charter2 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
HateI hate him.Hate4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He makes me feel miserable.
He makes me feel ugly.
He makes me feel afraid.
He makes me feel hopeless.
In the mirror I look at him.
His existence alone infuriates me.
I can't stand to look at him anymore.
I hate him.
Proof of loyalty: Claire de LunaIt was late afternoon in the little port town I had occupied for a couple of weeks. The humans were still busy out, probably doing a few last minute chores, but soon they would all go to their respective homes or one of the many inns and taverns by the port. And when they did that, it would be my turn to go out and search for nutrition.Proof of loyalty: Claire de Luna2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A slight whimper escaped my throat at the thought of getting something in my system. "When was the last time I ate?" I wondered, as I touched the space where my heartbeat was supposed to be. Now it was the place where I felt my hunger the strongest. It burned like crazy, yelling at me to get something in soon, and I knew that tonight I would follow it.
I sighed, wishing that I still had that and that I wasn't what I was. That I hadn't made the wrong decisions back then. But what had happened had happened, and I had been like this for hundreds of years.
Hundreds of years in misery… go figure… I didn't even believe in God back then, so I guess I got as I
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.Rerouted11 months 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
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
Behind the EyepatchBehind the Eyepatch:Behind the Eyepatch3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A simple eyepatch
Worn to hide deformity
Becomes its symbol
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th May 2012
About Her.In the middle of a long forgotten fieldAbout Her.5 months 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.
Reverie for an AmphitheaterReverie for an Amphitheater2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mahogany glass of the stage was lit ablaze by the beacons that seldom turned dim in the presence of an artist considered nothing less than a prodigy, ready to receive their host that had dared to divide his talent amongst the rabid, watching eyes of his viewers. A red velvet sea, parted only by upholstery of a similar shade encompassed the arena, men and women of eloquent vogue pouring into it’s maw to listen to the masterpieces that have been set before them. Balconies cast shadows across a dimly lit overpass lined with golden filigree as the observers hope only to be left awestruck with a monument of cultivated fluidity.
Their virtuoso had finally arrived. Rumors and whispers of his skill and history had amounted to the arrival of nearly fifty thousand bureaucrats, conductors and critics, each and every one of them pouring into the amphitheater to witness the unsung celebrity. To the throngs of aristocrats in the stands, tonight was no different from any other night on the
shatteredi watched youshattered5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lay the darkest parts
of yourself along my bed,
kept you safe as they
they may still
bite like razors,
but your armor
has grown thicker.
How to Annoy a WriterAsk them what they’re writing about.How to Annoy a Writer1 year 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
Childhood treatmentThe way people are treated,Childhood treatment4 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?
Proof Of Loyalty: Talia BloodroseMy grip tightened on my swords as another canon blast erupted from the ship. It plowed into the side of the Wanderlust, the hull of my beautiful vessel caving a bit, but not quite breaking through. They were here. They had found me. Now my crew would pay for my past.Proof Of Loyalty: Talia Bloodrose3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As a child, I had grown up in a wealthy family. I was the youngest of my 2 siblings, and they hated me. You see, I bear no resemblance to my mother, and being as my father had eyes for a pretty maid I bore a striking resemblance to, well, you can see why I was hated. But alas, my true mother died of the fever, and my father took me in. I never knew the truth until I was accused.
That was the day that the witch hunters came. I remember it clearly. I was 9. I had been out playing in the garden when they arrived, asking for my father. I ran for him and told him, of course. The men scared me quite a bit. He paled as if he had seen a ghost, and patted my head, telling me to stay inside. He conversed with them out in the garden.