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 month 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.
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.
Set The World On FireLove burns brightSet The World On Fire9 months 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
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 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
honestlyhonestly, poets lie.honestly9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
poets trap victims like hapless flies,
still kicking as words harden like amber around them
poets knit dew-dazzled cobwebs from the ugly knots of dull reality
root out the glory in the ordinary
and pin it, twitching, into concrete meter and measured rhyme
as the rain at the window and the tin-can rasp of the radio weigh on my shoulders,
as my words splatter like blood on the page in front of me
i will try, for once,
to be honest.
and so, honestly:
there will always be dirt under your fingernails and grass stains on your knees
and they will always be worth it.
you are blood and clay
not justifications, not apologies, not excuses.
you are the universe experiencing itself
you are made with atoms born in the heart of a star
spun into manifest energy and recycled carbon
and you are stronger
than they think you are.
than you think you are.
i adore you
wholly, ineffably, inexplicably
i adore you and i am proud of you
Stray TuftsI am a weed,Stray Tufts10 months 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,
Scraps of WarIf I gathered everything,Scraps of War3 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
Like Mist in the WindSometimes I wish that I were the sun.Like Mist in the Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So that I may warm the world in my glow.
To let my tendrils wrap around those I guard
And shield them from harm.
But my glow burns the skin
And breaks the fragile surface
Of what I strive to protect.
And so I dim my light,
fading back into darkness.
Sometimes I wish I was snow.
So that I may bewilder the earthly mind
In my crystal white beauty.
To bring the broken back together
In the light within their homes.
But the chill of my gales
Numbs to sullen heart
And rends the skin like sand.
And so I melt into water
And seep back into the dirt.
Sometimes I wish I were rain
Replenishing the world with my life
Letting all of creation flourish under my downpour.
But my endless torrent washes away all
Trampling everything under my touch.
And so I evaporate into nothing
Like mist in the wind.
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
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer5 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
Fate and Him and You and maybe HateHe stood alone in an empty room;Fate and Him and You and maybe Hate9 months 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.
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
Reverie for an AmphitheaterReverie for an Amphitheater1 year 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
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 LIST2 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
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.Rerouted7 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
How to Annoy a WriterAsk them what they’re writing about.How to Annoy a Writer9 months 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
shatteredi watched youshattered1 month 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.