Heavenly FireHeavenly Fire2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sky, consumed by
a spectral conflagration;
embers glow briefly
before the night's rising tide
completely quenches the fire.
'IB' - Chapter Five'IB' - Chapter Five2 years ago in Horror More Like This
As Dib stood outside of his home, he couldn't help the overwhelming loneliness that washed over him. After the neighbours reaction, he highly doubted anyone would take him seriously. Not like they had taken him seriously before anyway.
On top of the extreme aloneness, the boy was feeling a massive amount of paranoia. His house had proven to be just as dangerous a place to be now, and after seeing how easily and quickly Zim could infiltrate it, he realized he would never feel at peace inside of it. He would always be looking around himself, checking to make sure he was truly alone.
Dib took only small, slow steps towards the house now, his eyes flicking everywhere as he scanned for any threats. He was quite jumpy now though, so when a small leaf flew by him he jumped backwards a step and let out a high pitched scream. He began to breathe rapidly until realizing it was just a leaf before taking a deep breath and staring forward again, his eyes continuing to scan his environm
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,OverActive Imagination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
it won't, i know that.Let me tell you a story. Let me paint you a picture.it won't, i know that.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s dark and I’m alone and the wind is howling and once upon a time, I might have made this sound poetic. I’m crying, but it’s not pretty. I’m crying and my nose is red and my hands are shaking and the cigarette is limp between my scarred, calloused fingers. I once might have made this sound pretty. I might have made it sound desirable. Did you want a high? All you had to do was touch my skin, to feel your way down my sweat-slicked hips. Did you want to get buzzed? You just had to soak in the passion like alcohol and let your mind go wild. I used to have nothing but chaos to offer. Now I just have memories – do you want to take them?
But you won’t. I know that. I paid the price and life paid me. Whatever I once had is gone and it’s been replaced with this shaking emptiness. I can no longer get drunk. I just get sad. I sit at broken pianos and think about the music they used to make, li
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What You Learn From The Stars1. The stars are the greatest liars to ever exist.What You Learn From The Stars2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. They will always remind you of him.
3. Your obsession starts when your cousin gets a telescope. He wants to be an astronaut. He shows you Orion. The two of you sit in the long summer grass with your necks tilted back and he tells you about flight and velocity, but all you know is gravity. The way it drags your limbs low. You listen and stare over the treeline and wonder why people are always trying to explain things instead of just letting them exist.
4. You buy a box of glow-in-the-dark star stickers. There are sheets, and there are thousands. You use an encyclopedia to look up star maps and painstakingly recreate the winter night sky in the northern hemisphere. Your fingers bleed from the pointy corners sticking under your nails but on stormy nights at least you still have the stars.
5. You learn about horoscopes, try to find your zodiac so you can know your f
Love's Not Fair - Chapter One==== > Be the PrinceLove's Not Fair - Chapter One3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are the young prince of the Kingdom of Breath. An odd name for a kingdom, yes, but you weren't the one who named it, you just live in it. You have a twin sister, as well, a princess who you believe is far more suited to the task of ruling this country than you are, but for some silly reason, everyone you happen across appears to believe that's what you'll be doing. You don't know the first thing about ruling a country, considering the fact that you're currently only eight years old, so you really have no idea why everyone expects such an impossible task of you.
Right now you're at a court ball, the first one you and your sister have been allowed to attend. Usually the two of you would stay up late at night, straining to listen to the beautiful music that would echo through the castle, but not tonight. No, this night, your father is showing off his darling heirs to the other kingdoms. Ambassadors and even other royals litter the grand hall where the ba
Loki and I Know It (Sexy and I Know It parody) This is a parody of LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It." I suggest playing the song while you read this.Loki and I Know It (Sexy and I Know It parody)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When I strut on by, Fangirls be like "damn he's mine"
I step to the beat, Thor's thunder is totally sweet, yeah
This is how I roll, reindeer antlers outta control
Hu-mans were made to be ruled
Better watch out, 'cause Here I go, yo...
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
When I walk into Asgard,
This is what I see (okay)
All the Gods stop and they glare at me.
My skin is turning blue and I ain't afraid to show it-
(show it, show it, show it)
I'm Loki and I know it.
I'm Loki and I know it.
When I invade Earth, police just can't fight me off
and when I'm in Germany,
The Avengers just can't resist me. (what)
This is how I roll,
come on Iron Man
It's time to go.
I'm a film star, baby, don't be nervous.
Armor and cape, but I still get service.
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel before me
You'll Kneel bef
Cow of the Wild - Chapter 2CHAPTER 2 I DARE YOUCow of the Wild - Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think I'm going to claw my own eyes out, I'm so bored," Alari complained.
Midnight looked over from where she was leaping up at the ceiling of the den, snapping at roots and trying to pull them down.
"You should try this, Alari. It's kind of fun," she invited her friend.
Alari padded over and watched Midnight leap for the root again, her jaws snapping shut on air, her body falling back to the ground. Alari was highly unimpressed with this game, but gave it a try anyway.
Leaning low to the ground and bunching her muscles, then rocketing up at the root. When her face reached the ceiling she quickly snapped at the root, her teeth closing over it easily. Midnight laughed as she hung there by her teeth for a moment and then flopped to the ground when the root broke. The ceiling showered them all with a layer of light red dust. Midnight and Alari both doubled over in laughter while Bone paced nervously.
How the Fairytale EndsI remember lying in the dark the night after we killed the troll. My bandaged side hurt like hell, and I thought maybe the arrow the monster had used had been poisoned. I shivered at the thought and pulled my cloak farther up to my chin. This left my feet, bare, of course, so I sighed heavily as I tried to bend down and cover them again. I had barely moved before he was there, pushing me back down gently and settling his own cloak over me.How the Fairytale Ends4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Idiot," I heard him mutter.
I fell asleep with a grin on my weary face.
That I can remember clearly, though it seems so long ago now.
This journey of the king's faithful young knight and a starry-eyed tomboy started months even before then, in the days when we were still infected with those twin diseases, stupidity and recklessness. Others called it youth and bravery. I've discovered there's very little difference, really.
Either way, here we are now, on the cusp of victory. Soon, our trial will be over. It's what he always wanted.
I glance to my si
i am an artist.I may not have the best skills,i am an artist.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be the most well known,
I may not have the most expensive materials
I am an artist.
We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:We Are All Going3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.
And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.
Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.
Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.
You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.
When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was righ
a quoi ca sert l'amourShe remembered that night better than he did. The way he was dressed, how he talked, what he ate, where he was stayingthe ring on his finger, fresh from January, and it shined under the dim light, her warning sign to stay away; a warning sign she took seriously and knew well. She kept the thought vigilant in her mind with every fidgeted rub to her own naked ringfinger under the table, the ghost of the engagement then and the marriage that never was. Her boyfriend beside her should've been reason enough to resist the obvious magnetism and subsequent temptation, but she found herself captivated by this man of her French homeland, who listened to every word she said with a rapt attention her boyfriend would never match. He kept conversation going. He asked questions and listened to her babbling answers. He made her feel special in a way that the Hollywood gift baskets and showering of flashing lights and Al Pacino and Entertainment Tonight couldn't replicate. He was real. He made hea quoi ca sert l'amour3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
GirlsGirlsGirls2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This poem is for all the wonderful women, ladies, girls
And I think women actually may rule the world,
But humans of the female persuasion are more than pearls
They’re diamonds; critical to man and his kind, but if men do rule the Earth,
It’s probably a woman’s universe
And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
The world is yours and you can do anything your heart desires
And to the stereotypes and prejudice, you ladies should throw to fire
You’re more than just a pretty face, an object of desire, or housewife
You’re not meant to just play with barbies or like pink, being into sports is more than fine
You’re far more than the exterior; you are the inside
You’re the soul and mind, the most important part of a human being
You’re more than a damsel in distress, you can be Katniss Everdeen
You can be the focus of the music that everyone sings
You can be the face of an entire nation, if you wanna be
If you apply
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
The BridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Tomorrow won't be remembered.Some days I just want to write.Tomorrow won't be remembered.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write but no words come out.
Those jumbled thoughts won't make it to words.
How am I supposed to explain myself
when all I can give is silence and stutters.
Other times I just want to scream.
Scream from the frustration of the words
stuck in my already cluttered head.
Sometimes it makes me want to fall.
Fall away to another world where only
made up dreams come alive and
those words are forever forgotten.
Or maybe even disappear
because sometimes invisible people
have lives to live too.
They say I'm crazy.
because these fucking words don't make sense.
and to me, that's okay.
I'll just dream away my life anyways.
Tomorrow will not be remembered.
We are only made up words stuck inside our heads.
Only sometimes do they come out.
The Black Parade (Homestuck version): The EndCHAPTER ONE: THE ENDThe Black Parade (Homestuck version): The End2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
HOSPITAL ROOM B612. NOW.
This was the message Karkat Vantas, age 17, sent to all his acquaintances at precisely 7 o'clock. His palms sweated as he patiently waited for any replies. The hospital room, in which he was assigned, was mostly white; white bed and bed sheets, white walls, white tiled floors. He was even wearing a white hospital gown, which made his already pale skin look paler and contrasted with his jet black hair. His eyes were naturally a bright shade of red, though most people accuse him of wearing colored contacts, and were underlined with dark skin caused from his insomnia. A necklace, the zodiac sign for Cancer, hung around his neck, glittering in the pale light of the room. He fumbled around with a small porcelain crab his father gave him before he had been murdered, fearing for the near future. On this fateful Saturday, he had to tell his friends, no matter how heart-crushing or how ironic it was: he had cancer.
The first to arrive, more like spr
The RealityRealityThe Reality3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will we ever realise
That in real life
The amount of real lies
NevermindI'm hurt, but nevermind;Nevermind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just look the other way.
I'm frustrated, but nevermind;
doesn't affect your day.
So forget it,
move on with your life.
Forget it ever happened,
turns out I only need this knife.
Brought an end to all the pain.
I no longer am your burden,
never to exist again.