7.46you asked me to hold you7.461 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and not love you
these legs have never been
strong enough for both of us,
the weight of our hands
tied as though they were
never frayed by time,
the truth of words that
fell like tears, and tears
that fell like words waiting
to be told to someone
who will understand,
and the sound of your heart
beating against closed eyes
Avengers Day Off"Whos idea was this again?" Steve asked, as he and the rest of the group walked through the parking lot and closer to their destination, each of them carrying totebags on their shoulders. It was a clear, bright summer day, and was one of the only days where Director Fury let the Avengers forget about their duties, and go enjoy themselves. It was mildly hot out, and the sun beating down on on the earth below made the heat index rise, making it feel much hotter then it actually was. And of all days, this was the day which the air conditioning inside the Avengers tower broke down. Tony had instructed JARVIS to fix it immiditely, but the estimated time needed for the repair was a good 3 hours. Nobody could stand the heat. The temperature inside was hotter then outside! So, everyone suggested ideas of what they could do for the time being to keep themselves cool.Avengers Day Off2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tony and Clints." Natasha said, answering the captains question. "Well... mostly Clint's idea."
The place that everyone was at,
CartographyYou cast light into the uncharted lands,Cartography3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The darkest spots among the shifting sands,
Of the deserts, to the deepest trenches,
In the oceans of my heart.
Nothing even dares to hide
From this magnificent light so deep inside;
It's drowned the very thirst it quenches
From the very start.
These cartographers dream of the discoveries you've made,
Their expeditions and journies but a silly masquerade
In comparison to the glory of roads that you've paved
Into the farthest reaches of my heart.
You sing to the muses that hold legends
Of the demons and gods my heart defends,
And weave glory into their every story
Of your majesty in me.
No citizen or king can dare deny
Flowers and trees have blossomed high;
My nature's reached its full glory
Through your purity in me.
So bring me that horizon's line;
We'll sail these ships over lands divine,
Every corner of the seven seas ,
Of the world within my heart.
These cartographers dream of the discoveries you've made,
Their expeditions and journies but a
ti wrote you a lettert1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i slept for twenty hours
then i realised
that i loved you in a language
you couldn't understand
and if she loves you
with her body, and
that is what you understand
then i hope
you can be happy
and i hope one morning
you wake up and realise
that you aren't
dreamsong :work in progress:i. from the seadreamsong :work in progress:7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl in the white dress is splayed against the salt-dark sand like a scrap of cloth. The sea, receding, whispers quiet self-assurances.
The boy who travels shadows hates this part of his patrol. He belongs beneath the trees and in the dense, wet heat--not here. Here, he is prey to endlessness.
The shadow boy skirts the fringes of the sand, taking what comfort he can from the stunted groundcover, blue and faintly glowing in the moonlight. The muscles in his shoulders twitch, and he grits his teeth against the overwhelming fear of exposure.
At least astronomy is in his favor--full moons make for good shadows. Quick escapes.
The heady rush and hiss of the ocean is making him nearly come undone when he sees her, the dress shining like a strand of whitecap detached and thrown back. He tenses.
He gulps a deep breath and steadies himself before throwing himself in the openness of beach. With no shadows to hold onto, h
A Normal Night at Avengers TowerEight very long days had passed since any of the six Avengers had been sent on a mission for SHIELD. No catastrophes, no villain sighting, not even any gas station robberies had taken place in the giant metropolis that they called home. At first, they had all enjoyed sleeping late and doing nothing, but then the days had started growing longer and lloonnggeerr aanndd lllooonnngggeeerrr (Tony was positive that they now contained 36 hours instead of 24). Let's face it: they were bored. Very bored. Maybe even on the verge of insanity bored.A Normal Night at Avengers Tower1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
That evening, they were all pretending to be interested in the delicious three cheese ziti marinara that Steve had made them when Bruce of all people pointed out the sad truth.
"Guys, we have to do something or we're all going to go insane. Look at us; we're not even interested in Steve's cooking, for crying out loud!"
"You are wrong, Doctor," Thor said through half-chewed pasta. "I am enjoying myself immensely!"
"Hooray. One of us hasn't died of bored
The Rohirrim Ride ForthBold they ride and battle-readyThe Rohirrim Ride Forth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Swift the horses, stern the Men
Sounds of hooves like thunder rising
Who shall ride homeward again?
Gondor calls in hour of peril
Rohan answers, ever brave
Rohirrim ride, though each man knows
Journey's end may be the grave.
Forth they ride, the Eorlingas
War's horn calls to Rohan's Men
Bravely go they to the battle
Some shall not ride homeward again.
Hades and PersephoneHades and Persephone: The Dark DivineHades and Persephone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the beginning,there were three brothers. These brothers were gods, each who possessed a certain part of the world. Zeus was crowned king of all gods and goddesses, and was also deemed god of the skies; Posiedon was given the seas and was made god of horses and oceans. Hades, the eldest brother, was sentenced to rule the Underworld as Master of Death and judge of souls. His brothers and sisters all resided on top of Mount Olympus, enjoying watching the humans and occasionally messing with their lives for sport. They each were married and lived in happiness together.
Hades, however, remained in the Underworld with no other companions than Charon, the ferrier of the dead, and Cerberus, his three headed dog who gaurded the Underworld. He longed for a wife, a mistress, a queen. And although he was perhaps the most handsome and attractive of the gods, they all feared him. Even Zeus isolated himself from Had
I want nothing but deathAfter the three hundred and sixty fifth setting sun since everything became undone, maybe now I have gathered enough pieces of my ether and stationary paper to write you a true goodbye letter.I want nothing but death7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I would write you starting with the weather today, where the skies are caliginous and the clouds are heavy basins ready to tip over in tears, much like my eyelids. I dig my toes deeply in the damp terra firma as I remember you.
I would write you in snapshot sentences. I would go about how you've converted my vision into a chiaroscuro religion; shifting all light and attention around me to focus in on only you.
I would write you in portrait paragraphs that resemble childhood finger paintings. These portraits pour recollections of the times my fingers traced the light on your face and memorized its every curve and angle, all the while wishing upon your locked, heart-shaped lips for the keys.
Your cupid's bow flung a flaming arrow
past my bone,
snagging at my marrow,
Hades and Persephone (Part 4)Hades and Persephone (Part 4)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PERSEPHONE WALKED THE corridors of the castle, wringing her hands. She had made sure she looked like she hadn't been crying. The thought angered her. She felt fragile, like the flowers she used to care for.
What had she done to deserve this? Why was she going through this punishment, this condemning trial?
She was vulnerable.
And she did not want to be.
Stopping, she leaned against a wall, making sure there was no one there. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back.
If you can hear me, Mother, Father, please come for me. I'm waiting for you. Please.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps near her. She composed herself, swallowing as she saw it was Hades striding up to her.
"Are you well?" he asked suddenly. Persephone nodded once.
"Why shouldn't I be? Besides the fact of the whole…" she trailed off, assuming he knew exactly what she meant. He did.
"As I have sai
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter 6Hades and Persephone2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demeter was relaxed.
Or at least she would have been had her nerves allowed her to. She was in one the most relaxing spa environments known to mortal or god. She was surrounded by lavender walls with a mural of the afternoon sky on the ceiling. Soothing, sweet music played above her head, the faint sound of a stream trickling could be heard in the background, all whilst nymphs wove small flowers into her thick hair.
"Are you absolutely sure she arrived there okay?" Demeter asked one of the nymphs tending to her, for the thirtieth time that hour. Now the Oakson's Resort for Your Inner Goddess had seen stressed. They had seen frazzled, tensed, jittery and jumpy, but when they received the Goddess of Harvest she had been border lining hysterical.
This was partially because she had been physically dragged here from her autumn gardening work, only hours after seeing Kore off with those mortal children, wh
Stories From the Psych Ward (1 of 3)It's 2a.m. and I can hear the nurses' footsteps down the corridors,Stories From the Psych Ward (1 of 3)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with pools of light streaming out of their torches like car headlights in the rain.
Tonight is long and lonely, and voices wash over me in the dark.
Night checks, and rays of light pour over the sleepy shadowed forms of us,
into our eyes. Each black silhouette,
the shape of a patient in the middle of a dream.
I can feel insects crawling under my hands
but I can never dig them out.
Early morning cups of sweet black tea bring
a sense of comfort and normality to being an
involuntary psychiatric patient locked up in solitary.
Sleepless nights lying with outward eyes
at the disembodied hands pushing through the ceiling.
I curl around myself and wish I could disappear.
My hands are red and raw from trying to scratch
out the bugs that crawl underneath. I try to show
the insects to the staff, but none of the nurses believe.
One of the humanless spirits holds my spine
while the disembodied voices whisper "stay as low as you can
How I was BornTake a muddy handful of dreamsHow I was Born3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and mold them into bones.
Tie them together with sinews of love
taken from roots underground.
For nerves take fine spider-silk
and lay it with the muscles
which were formed out of tireless hope.
Cover them all with heartwood
letting the inside of trees
be the outside of me.
Robin's eggs make fine eyes
full of hopeful happy light blue skies
And river reeds for tangled hair.
Color my lips with cranberries
And lastly: a breath of poetry
to awaken me and serve as my soul.
Category FourI'm a category four under constant surveillance.Category Four2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nurses follow me everywhere I move,
like being stalked or hunted.
into the deepAudio version over thisaway.into the deep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the world will crumble, darling, but we will watch the stars--
watch the coasts curl up at the edges and the foam-slick sea drag them under
and history will bloom in brass and copper nebulas,
untainted by the tortured earth and its pleading
flecks of ash below.
but we will watch the stars
watch the galaxy unwind, spirals stringing out
the taste of ozone and plasticities.
the heaving sea will recede--the glaciers
pour their hearts out
the dunes rise up to the sated horizon.
will watch the stars.
and the hungering infernos hold no sympathy.
As the Shadow Chases FlameThe structure of your jaw was realigned once you learned how to smile.As the Shadow Chases Flame4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Lord blessed you like the salt of the Earth - and you unfurled with time.
You, just like a desert rose that's weathered winter although suffused with brine,
can now smile like you mean it; your heart ensconced in prism lights.
You whet my curiosity with words that transcend space and time.
All your queries have no answers, but more questions - and that blows my mind.
I am accustomed to your smile, but even more, the way you fill this space with light.
Your beauty is not perfection--but the knowledge that we're all sublime.
Soft airs escape you, although you still wear the Summer's scent
and the Spring clings to you like supple, Morning's dew.
I pray I won't regret you; while I stray the paths you strew
the shadows your face felled and overthrew.
Your round patrician's nose and too-far-set eyes are a model of asymmetrical allure.
Like your tongue that moves so fast, you've affixed my brows with blan
travelersthis silvertongued landtravelers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is fit for strange adventures
so we will roam as the city
sleeps, and the soft
of the camera shutter will lull the crickets
we will leave our trail
in incandescent flashes--
the negatives seared and crackling on
and drag our hearts on
moonshine wisps behind us--
gathering fog and scents and
strains of music
carried in on night-thin air.
PilkunnussijaHere's what I think:Pilkunnussija2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a certain joy in not doing this face-to-face. For one, I don't have to leave my apartment and I have the quiet company of my goldfish and my goldfish alone. (I don't like people, which is why I love books. You can understand that.) For another, I don't have to see your presumably crestfallen and injured attitude when I tear apart the prose you cried and bled and sweated over for weary nights on end. But really the best parts are those uninterrupted hours alone with your manuscript and the shred of you that lies inside. It's a small shred, but an important one. It's the one that tells me who you are and what you think and how you feel and I never have to look at you and be disappointed when the real thing doesn't come up to scratch. As I sit there, un-tensing and re-tensing and tense-shifting and shift-entering (and damn it, wishing English were like German so I could get rid of those clunky space-wasting n-dashes--oh, damn there they are again) I feel li
ConversationAnd I've been telling you, you know, how heavy the sun feels and how it makes my muscles jump like a bird's wings as it flutters gently down on a windowsill. I still have those glass bottles on my mantle where the morning light hits themstill there, full of colored water and seashells. And maybe I'll tell you how they light up the ceiling in blue and green and pale yellow just like they always have, like nothing ever changed.Conversation2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I smell you on the sea air, sometimes, when it rushes in past the thin white curtains you helped me hang. They still bounce with every gust like exuberant dogs. And I've been telling you how the salt has most assuredly worked its way into my marrow now, and maybe if someone were to put me in a pie they'd find it too brackish for their taste. And then I wonder just how much you taste like the sea.
The ocean beats my heart for me nowadays. Even inside, even at night, I can feel each breaker rumbling through my sternum and radiating along my ribs. And I've been
ocean planetsRead aloud here.ocean planets1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and what immortal hand or eye could frame
the cities drowned in sharp, unspoken fears,
and sound the silent depths and dream to tame
their deepest of abyssal teeth. and years
will pass and years will follow down below.
and roaming jaws will take their prey and grin
and fear no cosmic consequence. they know
that blackened waves will hide the darkest sin.
no faith survives these godforsaken seas,
no faith can match the weight of death and space--
the snow of snuffed-out souls feeds this disease:
leaves leper scars on corpses doomed to waste,
and soft, with gentle hands it leads them down
Writing 204: Lego BlocksRemember back in the day when you got that kick-ass Lego pirate ship with thousands of little pieces in a snowy X-Mas? And how much fun it was to build it just like the picture on the cover? Building the whole thing up from scratch always comparing your work with the one on box.Writing 204: Lego Blocks3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Awesome, so based on the current poll I'll discuss index cards, character development and why not a little bit more about structure.
Your outline, which hopefully you broke into smaller chunks, say fifteen or sixteen of them, is the picture on the Lego box. And your index cards are the actual Legos.
So now it's time to build your story just like you planned... before you start remodeling with a few touch ups here and there, let's face, who can resist? But rewriting deserves its own topic
As much planning you have beforehand, there's no better feeling than letting your creativity guide you where the story is asking to go, but knowing your path always help when exploring uncharted territory.
Okay, I've got my
Perfect Strangers -- Half LifeThey knocked on each side of the door at the same time, cautiously. They knocked again, confused. The door opened, tentatively.Perfect Strangers -- Half Life1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They smiled at the same time, almost embarrassed by their synchronicity. But they weren’t. They would never admit it, but both of them were secretly glad they had found each other, a perfect stranger.
They spoke no words, so as not to ruin the effect. And, in return, no words found them. Their eyes drank in each other, greedily attempting to slake the unquenchable, before the door closed between them, slamming them each back into their own respective worlds.
They both knocked on the door from opposite sides, startled by the instant echo. One pushed, the other pulled, and the door was open.
They shared a synchronised smile; secretly pleased to have found each other, perfect strangers.
No words were spoken; no need to. They sought only to look.
They knocked on the same door, opened it at the same time, smiled the same smile. Silence helped slake thei