tutorialtake an evening -tutorial2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
reclassify emotions as chemical compounds.
remove one atom,
see what changes.
take your field notes, transcribe them
back to front.
add line breaks.
be scientific. be too scientific.
replace the word 'entropy'
with the word 'god'.
be so full of want that you can feel it
scraping its numb jaws against your insides.
write about flowers instead.
make your first line provocative.
follow it, let it unfurl -
inauthentic, try again.
who the fuck
read, find inspiration.
find new ways to plagiarize old ideas.
hash and rehash,
slash and burn.
look at the mess you've made.
spend an hour flicking back and forth -
write about family. if it hurts too little,
write about flowers instead.
use a word bank.
write in the dark.
write from within your own skull.
write your litanies.
write your lines.
NothingI used to be lightning.Nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Power surged beneath my skin,
and in the silence, I heard myself thrum.
I used to be fire.
I burned bright inside, stellar lungs,
and in the cold, I sang myself warm.
Still and dark.
My stone sinews crack.
I am vacuum, deep void of space.
Asteroid dust, floating.
singing with the windsinging with the wind11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
supple cattails bend and sway
his world is motion
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
After his deathThe arrogance in his eyes was great.After his death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The admiration in my eyes huge.
His walk showed he knew his worth.
And there he gloomed when the others didn't.
He knew he was large, a giant among the dwarfs.
While they thought he was a pompous brat.
He died craving of love.
He wasted waiting for acknowledgement.
A man, I wish, I had known more.
A Man, I wish, was made for me.
The Man, I wish had waited for me!
a dollYou created mea doll2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painted me in porcelain
and dressed me up so nice
with frills and bows and lace
You made me
and my smile was only for you
I was bought by you
with sugary words and affection
as sweet as the candy you fed me
A china doll
sitting on your shelf and
waiting to be played with
and even collecting dust
I still smiled
only for you
Even when you painted my cheeks
with black and blue
and let me crack
you didn't care
to fix me
Taping loosely over the wounds
until I broke again
My frills flattened and bows wrinkled
and lace dirty with grime
shoved away to a back corner
of your closet
until you finally get bored again
Saying GoodbyeSaying GoodbyeSaying Goodbye10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't believe this is even happening
Everything just happened so fast
One minute you're here safely by my side
The next you're out there,fighting for us
We've only known each other for a brief time
But I feel we've known one another forever
Since our first meeting we've gone through so much
As time passed our bond grew deeper as we grew up
We've faced many adventures and dangerous moments
But nothing could prepare me for this moment
You've brought out the best of me from within
I don't want to say goodbye,not like this or ever
Between the Sword and the PenI heard there was a battle,Between the Sword and the Pen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
between a pen and a sword.
Between a few deathly strikes,
and one simple word
The sword could not defeat
a few thousand men,
A thousand worded lecture
was written by the pen.
The lecture drove them all,
to temporary death.
Its words dragged on like lullabies,
and stole their very breath.
The sword was not able
to bring tears to ones eyes,
Without striking love
and telling many lies.
The pen however knew how
to make ones insides melt,
when composing a sonnet
so powerful and svelte.
The sword ended up covered,
with blood and salty tears.
It's blade getting heavy,
from battling all those years.
And I hear that they still battle,
the sword and the pen.
Words clashing, sword smashing,
Again and again.
If you stop- and listen closely,
You'll hear the pens words.
You'll hear them calling out,
against the metal swords.
By the White WolfBy the White Wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the White Wolf
She's come to me now
It's finally over
I pass into the gray
Her visage terrible and wonderful to behold
Her fur stark white
The spirit of death is she
She comes to guide my soul
What remains of me
I still my heartbeat
I quench my breath
She has marked me with the scent of death
Close your eyes and expose your neck
Let her sink her fangs into you throat
Let her bleed you of your spirit
Let her bleed you of your soul
Let her guide you into the gray
There is no family now
No pack to depend on
In the end we start our road alone
We will see the ones we love when she visits them
Stare into her eyes now
It's time to follow her
Time for the finial journey
Time for you to rest
By the White Wolf
BirdsThe birds are watching me. They stared at me when I left my house, so I went back inside. They watched me through the windows, so I bolted the curtains shut. Now they are listening to how my lungs expand and deflate through the cracks and peepholes in the walls and the foundation. They're trying to tell me something. I think they want to kill me.Birds2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They sing now. The sparrows, the blue jays, the finches, and the cardinals. They sing me a quiet lullaby as I lie in my bed at night. Or maybe they're mocking me. Calling me a coward. A failure. My mother always liked birds. As a child I always thought she spoke to them in a way they understood.
The mail came today. Normally I would let it sit outside my door and erode and rot in the weather, but something felt different. The birds were silent. No nursery rhymes or a-Capella jazz was bleeding through the walls. No mocking. No spies.
Chalk Markingsyou're cryingChalk Markings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and as your tears drip down your cheeks
and turn the ground to dark,
how could you never wonder
if it was correlation
if the tears made it all
so now you're stuck inside your head
narrating your only dreams.
the endless broken melody
keep you awake
there is nothing here
to pin you down
so fly away
and find peace
where everything is broken
and you can blend in among the loss.
the pressure's building up inside,
and you need to find a way
to let it seep out on the floor
before it tears you apart.
but, at least you know yourself:
you see what can be seen.
though other people lean on each other
all you need is a tree.
and as you sit on broken glass
you come to terms with you
and remember what you've hidden inside
you have always been
The ObsessiveI'm sitting with friendsThe Obsessive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a girl brushes my arm.
I spend five minutes washing my arm.
I see a dirty sock in a friend's house
I hoover the carpet
And tidy everything up.
I get hugged by someone
And I feel unclean all over.
They don't understand.
I see a distant couple kiss.
I walk in circles outside
Repeating the same sentence.
I see a woman barely
I turn away and click and tic.
I was five years old
Apologizing to someone
For wiping dirt off their face.
Wake me up whenWake me up, when crying is only for those moments that are unbearably beautiful.Wake me up when2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wake me up, when helping someone else, is done genuinely and joyfully.
Wake me up, when society becomes less interested in falsities and more aware of truth.
Wake me up, when equality is real, apparent, strong and inevitable.
Wake me up, when children's innocence is untainted with maturity.
Wake me up, when control is dead and freedom roams wildly.
Wake me up, when poverty only exists in bad decisions.
Wake me up, when money is last, on the peoples to get list.
Wake me up, when power belongs to us, and not the self-proclaimed.
Wake me up, when we heal the earth from our selfishly inflicted lacerations.
Wake me up, when respect is our international anthem.
Wake me up, when love is all we know, and fear is suffocated by it.
Wake me up, when strength is nurtured and weakness buried.
Wake me up, when beauty is appreciated for all its imperfections.
Wake me up, when conformity is drowning in an ocean of imagina
AshesA graveyard is not for me-Ashes3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am not a stone.
I am not a box,
Not shut away, alone.
Nor am I a name,
I did not earn such a thing.
No arrangement of letters
A graveyard is not for me,
And never was since birth.
I cannot be trapped
Beneath the crusty earth.
How dare you trap me,
And let others tread on me?
How dare you offer flowers
To a stone? It is not me
I am not even the body
That you see before you.
What I am
Is never the same as who.
Do not mourn me,
Do not have any fears.
Do not cry in my name,
I am not tears.
I am a memory,
I am a friend,
I am a reason to smile
When darkness descends.
I am a lesson.
I am an inventor
Of powerful emotions,
And I am a mentor.
I am dreams.
I am sparkling eyes.
In the middle of the night,
I'm the hidden sunrise.
I have touched hearts,
Held them against mine.
I am no object-
Not easy to define.
Burn this body,
And set me free.
Burn this encasement.
A graveyard is not for me.
Set me to the wind
From a high mountain peak.
Let me see the wor
According To YouTitle: According To YouAccording To You5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters: Sentinel, Prowl/Bumblebee, Optimus, Jazz, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Sari, Jetfire, Jetstorm
Summary: Even if Sentinel thinks he is worthless, Bumblebee knows he's loved.
Warnings: None other than good ol slash! 8D
But according to him
I'm beautiful, incredible
He can't get me out of his head
According to him
Everything he ever wanted
Everything is opposite
I don't feel like stopping it
So baby tell me what I got to lose
He's into me for everything I'm not
According to you
According To You--Orianthi
Bumblebee always hated it when Sentinel Prime came to check on the Earthbound Autobots. The pompous would-be Prime would spend the better part of his time questioning Optimus' leadership skills and bringing up a past he obviously didn't want to be reminded of. The other part would be spent insulting the rest of the team. Ratchet, the washed-up has-been medic; Bulkhead, the lumbering destruct
Erasmus CravenErasmus Craven4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a sorcerer by trade,
Of grand distinguished lineage;
My father was Grand Master
Of the Order, such a privilege...
But I prefer to stay at home,
Practicing my magic--
I've not been well for two years
Since I lost my wife, how tragic!
A raven came to visit me,
In the bleak December:
He was a man turned to a bird--
He caused me to remember
That I had an obligation to
Stand up against the evil
Of sorcerers like Scarabus
In his castle so medieval...
We fought a duel of magic grim,
The old tyrant was bested,
And now I'm in my study again,
Quite refreshed and rested!
002. Love Love is an interesting thing...002. Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Love is giving someone everything," Arthur smiled at the picture of him and a younger Alfred. "Only to have them throw it back and spit on it."
"Love is going to the ends of the earth to be with your soul mate." Natalia smirked, not even pausing from clawing open the door.
"Love is a warm body to wake up to each morning." Francis's hand trailed down the sleeping figure next to him.
"Love is knowing that, no matter what the sacrifice," Alfred put away his still hot gun. "You're family can sleep comfortably at night."
"Love is betrayal." The burning water ran gracefully over Wang Yao's back... and scar.
"Love is having a constant companion through war and peace," Roderich and Elizaveta chorused as they danced across the ballroom.
"Love is for the losers that aren't awesome enough on their own." Gilbert downed the last of his beer, no longer able to feel the tears on his cheeks.
"Love is that bubbly feeling you get when you think about someone no
What I've BecomeI hate to say I need the people in the morning streetsWhat I've Become2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as they walk up and down the boulevards
dangling thoughts from their sleeves.
I have to look and see the tendrils of gossip on the walls
shimmering and glistening,
saying more than I would have thought.
In the eyes of every passer-by
a dull-mirror lies within.
The spark of truth that mixes
with the lies, tarnished with sin.
For as they look at me I know
they see what I've become:
how I've deteriorated from gifted
to just another "someone."
They tell me that I am too fragile,
they tell me I am weak.
They show that I spend to much time inside
the mind that has become bleak.
They shout their truth to the skies above
see it shimmer and glow,
and then as it starts falling
watch as it turns to snow.
Without their judgement, how could I see
what's tattooed on my skin?
What am I lacking that makes me so shallow
that I alone can't see where I've been?
There's a letter on my jacket
but God knows what it says.
So I look into the eyes of stran
UKJP: Broken Alliance...WW2 WARNING:UKJP: Broken Alliance...WW24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THIS FANFIC IS HISTORICALLY INACCURATE!!!
SOME EVENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THERE ARE NOT REALLY CANON WITH REAL HISTORY!!!
BASICIALLY BECAUSE THIS LAME AUTHOR IS TOO LAZY TO READ THE ENTIRE ARTICLE AND TIMELINE OF WORLD WAR TWO!!!
JUST TREAT THIS AS FICTION AND NO ONE WILL BE DISTURBED ABOUT IT!!!!
Oh, and also... Warnings to hardcore USUK fans again... it's best not to read this...
Oh...and Black Kiku appears in this...
"By all means, I would be happy to make an alliance with you, Mr. England ."
"R-Really ? I-I feel the same way "
England smiled softly as he remembered the day he formed an alliance with Japan, he turned around to find Japan sleeping with his head on the table beside him. "It must have been a long day for him " He muttered softly, ruffling Japan's hair slightly.
Japan opened his eyes slowly and said
Imaginary GirlThe girl was born dead,Imaginary Girl5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but the world was so loud
that it shocked her alive.
It started a cycle of death and rise
that she needed to survive,
while she had her mind painted with shades of red.
Don't be fooled by her silence, or by her sweet smile.
She carries the weight of the dead all the while.
And all the while that she plays,
and practices her ballet,
she takes what she can handle
and locks the rest away.
She wears her ghost like a dead weight coat,
arms wrapped around her throat:
Whispering in her ear
the memories of the dead,
And they push her farther
And paint her mind a darker red.
A Mother Knows--AxlexEchoTitle: A Mother KnowsA Mother Knows--AxlexEcho5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters: Cliffjumper, Axletron, Prowl, Bumblebee, Echo
Summary: You just can't hide certain things from your mother. Like being in love....
'There's something off about him.' Cliffjumper thought as he watched Axletron train with Alpha Trion once again. Today was his day off, and the red minibot planned to spend it with his sparkling. Even if it meant sitting out of the way during his classes and listening to everything that was being taught to Axletron. At the moment, Alpha Trion was having the youngling recite the Autobot Code, and he was doing it quite flawlessly, as though he were reading it straight from the datapad it was written on.
But Cliffjumper had been noticing odd things about Axletron's behavior lately. In his off time, he would catch him humming or staring off into space with an odd, dreamlike appearance to his optics or, stranger still, his expression would go at once from happy and contente