PikeHey, you. Would you throw me a line?Pike4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been growing old down in this swimming hole ever since I saw my first tadpole. I keep getting fatter and what matters begins to change. I think I want to fully see those funny fractions that gleam in tiny ripples glimpsed while I wait under one dark rock first, then another. I know all the moss under these rocks and the toss of skipped pebbles. I know the sight of something to eat as a treat, but now I'm beat. I'd rather be someone else's feast.
Anybody up there? Throw me a line, would you?
A line I'll take by the hook without even much of a sinker. Just let me have one look. I hear your word-distortions laughed above me, about the oldest one never caught right here. I know you mean me. If you'd only throw the line now, it'll save me from so many years spent entirely wet. If you could, would you please give me time in full light for even a scant moment of a new life not met yet?
SubmissionexhaustionSubmission1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lib. Ar.She was a revolutionary in her head, the way she wrapped herself in the flag and sang herself to sleep with freedom songs and chain gang chants. The way she wore her hair, unkept and messy and slanted slightly to the right due to the many times she fell asleep on her arm after reading Das Kommunistische Manifest until the early hours of the morning. I never questioned why she always ended on the same page, or why we had to search through dozens of used book stores in order to find an old hardcover copy of the book that was peeling with dry-rot and plagued with dog-eared corners.Lib. Ar.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She told me her grandfather was a political prisoner, and she inherited his rucksack and his circular glasses--the ones that he used to read his speech the day he was shot by the police and thrown in jail for treason.
"But the Man diluted my spirit, leaving me here having to fight for the rights my granddad sacrificed his life for. They never did free him," she always told the newest per
excuses for why I'm shakingwe live in a world of apologies.excuses for why I'm shaking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made a mistake a year back,
choosing my addiction to oxygen
over less demanding things.
I’m sick of trembling for problems
that aren’t mine and I’m sick of trying
to romanticize black holes and
the indiscriminate nature of lithium and
I’m sick of waking up every morning
feeling sick. and truly, I’m sorry
but I’m not ready to accept my role
in the making of myself. I’m not ready
to lament for those with a smaller
pain tolerance, and for my dislike
of anything that requires commitment.
I’m sorry I miss you and I’m sorry
I won’t admit that out loud.
how scary is it to be something
so unalterably heavy, to be diagnosed
as your own worst enemy, but god,
you’re so fucking beautiful,
and not in the stereotypical boy
meets girl meets fairytale way, but
the kind that makes my heart
bleed a million miles quicker.
I just wanted to cry on all
your scars and wash them clean.
when things are bad for
something lacking this way comesshe smells of smoke, tastessomething lacking this way comes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of cheap dreams and cheaper makeup,
sounds like someone who's used
to giving; her eyes are two
glossy sunsets out of a few
trillion that have set before--
when she shuts them, no one
serotonin nebulaeif i could wish on any starserotonin nebulae1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered through the midnight of
your mascara-gilded gaze--
a depthless milky way
with serotonin-starved electrodes
blasting supernovas of
across your nebulae of
my heart would be
to form a phrase
that fate would favor.
i fear that
stars could never tell me
love is the black hole
tearing suns' lights
from the universe.
but i've learned every
between your eyes
The Salt Witch I.Joshua Graham felt very claustrophobic at the moment. More and more, trade routes were opening up from the south, the large crowd from the Mojave, and farther still, California, making their way hesitantly and curiously east, toward the land of Zion. The savage tribals from Utah, North of the Salt Lake, were also growing bolder, seeking new territory. Zion was still under control of the Dead Horses and Sorrows, but for how long?The Salt Witch I.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had, despite numerous attempts at swaying his mind from Daniel, from the Chieftains of the tribes, made his way back to Salt Lake City. The former Legionary had spent many, many of his days there, perhaps too many, but as a Mormon, and a Utahn by birth, he cherished the spot nearly as much as the land of Zion. There were parts of the vast city that were overrun with tribals; East I-80, mainly, but also areas north of the Mormon Temple. The Salt Lake, however, remained deserted.
letters from the seai.letters from the sea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes when i wake up
before the sun rises, when i’m all alone
and it feels like i might be the only person in the world
i notice that my face is wet
and i wonder if it’s because
i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams
i remember you
in the summer nights under the corsican stars
and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater
how the phosphorescence coated our bodies
as we swam together,
the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine
and us glowing like soft stars in the night
i remember how i wished it could last forever
now i wonder if the tides and my tears
were so different after all
Blah...Honest Hearts II?"Won't you at least go with me?" Very rarely in history indeed did that gravelley voice have such a tone of beseeching urgency in it. Without gazing upon the figure that ushered that voice, most women would have batted their eyelashes and uttered a quiet and absolute smitten 'yes.'Blah...Honest Hearts II?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A loud snort was what answered Joshua Graham from the darkness. "And miss my Salt Lake sunset? You're out of your burned mind."
"The temple is beautiful at sunset as well," he said impatiently. Over two weeks had passed since the Courier and the Salt Witch had spoken outside this dark cavern of a home. And true to his word, Graham had returned to spend a day with the woman he'd known since he was a boy. She had succeeded in convincing him to stay for more than a day this time, citing their quickly passing lives and the growing unrest near Salt Lake City itself as a reason to spend more time together. He'd agreed to stay the ni
Wishes in WonderlandDay 4Wishes in Wonderland1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running roses through shaded shimmers,
I listen to lovely melodies, making
nameless known and endlessness end,
wishing what I boldly build to be bright,
my ink indisputable
and pure page ready for remembrance,
still stealing hearts despite tearful time.
Dominate Me (preview)Note: Still in a work of progress!Dominate Me (preview)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The male went, and straddled the other, and took off his gloves. Though he paused halfway through in taking off the first one, and just looked down at frustrated Greed-ler.
A smirk made a way to the other's lips, "Ah, I see what you're doing. You're planning to ride me. You know that turns me on the most, baby." The Greed-ler licked his lips, just laying back now. So he was worrying about for nothing.
"Not because of that," Oncie just continued to strip his gloves, biting down on his lip seductively. Well, to be honest, he didn't really need to try. He was seduction on legs anyone could say that. Maybe he just put an extra "oomph" in his actions. "I'm sure you would like it if I fuck you," Oncie said with a little too much confidence. "The thought of that turns you on, doesn't it?" He chuckled.
The Greed-ler's eyes were wide, more so it was because of the words his boyfriend said to him. Isn't that what he said when he was about to fuck O
Dysphoriashe sells 9mm shells by the seashore,Dysphoria1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
says she can hear the ocean.
but if you listen close to these shells
you can hear ghosts.
something borrowed, something blue,
something broken, something bruised.
she traces her fingers across the autopsy scars
while she counts her bones like currency.
she'll leave your skin screaming,
and sink into the whites of your eyes like a shipwreck.
can you hear the ocean?
Suicidal ErikErik sat on his bed, he was crying softly. "Fuck life..." He whispered. Erik sobbed a few times. His face and pillows were wet of the tears. After a few more sobs he opened the drawer of his bedside table. There were a few magazines, some pictures and a knife in it. Erik took the knife, slowly he brought it to his wrists. He felt his blood rush through his veins. Erik smiled sad. "In a few seconds my blood will rush over my body instead of in my veins..." He mumbled. Slowly he pulled the knife over his wrist. Every second, more blood flowed over his arm on the bed. Just when he felt he was going to faint he heard a voice. "Do you really want to give this all away?" The voice said, probably in tears. Erik's eyes widened. It was Curtis. "It's not worth it " Erik sobbed. He felt how arms wrapped around his shaking body. "It is " Said Curtis' sweet voice. "It's such a beautiful thing to throw away " Erik burst into tears again. Tears fell on his bloodstained sheets. "HushSuicidal Erik5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sensory Poem: Nature's CallPrompt: Nature’s CallSensory Poem: Nature's Call1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their scent plays a sweet melody
Let their voices be heard!
Their colors taste of spring
flavors exploding like fireworks
Petals like musical notes,
waltz with the wind
Leaves swing to the rhythm,
of rain drops singing
Lively greens mingle with pale yellows
The flowers are nature’s orchestra
Their tune can be tasted,
by those who hear the flowers hum
Murdering Mary SueMurdering Mary SueMurdering Mary Sue7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Every aspiring writer has met her at least once, whether in his own works or in those of others. The alluring temptation of a perfect character taunts the author from one side while his muse urges him to keep writing from the other. Who wouldn't love her? She's the most beautiful, talented, fantastic woman in the universe, with not a flaw in sight. Every woman wants to be her; every man wants to marry her, so why would anyone want to kill her? Who would want to murder Mary Sue?
I would. I and many greater authors have been working hard to keep this succubus in her proper place: the trash can. Mary Sue is one of the worst enemies of good fiction, second only to poor spelling and grammar. And the seductress tempts even the most cautious writer. Her many disguises can make her difficult to spot, allowing her to weave her way into every plot twist and turn, slowly destroying the author's work. By the time shes found, she may have done so much damage that the
What is a fatherWhat is a father2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was always sunny in Sugar Rush. Why not, really? It was a happy children’s racing game with cute characters and a landscape made completely out of candy. Why should it ever rain in a place as happy as this?
‘Well, once the sun was covered’, King Candy thought to himself. That had been a once in a life time anomaly though, since the sky had been covered to its end with cy-bugs. He remembered the incident well. Why not? He had been personally there. The sky had almost darkened itself to suit the disaster of situation going in the land. Thankfully all had ended well in the end, giving his subjects no reason to worry again in such a way.
“Thankfully…” he muttered, pondering and wondering how the situation would have changed if he was completely out of the picture. Vanellope, his one and only daughter, would still have inherited the throne and with the help of her new found friends, she would have become a fine ruler. A person who can stand on h
A Father's Love, So Brief [FANFIC]A Father's Love, So Brief [FANFIC]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ÿþThe Asgardian sky was darkening, shadows waning away behind the curves and points of the landscape that stretched endlessly into the distance. Loki stood silently, hidden behind a pillar, focused on the mourners surrounding his father's tomb. He had been standing in the same spot for hours now, waiting for everyone to leave. Since it was the great Odin who had fallen in battle, not some commoner, the whole kingdom had attended the funeral. Women tore at their hair, their wailing cries seeming to pierce the heavens themselves. Even some of the men weeped, most notably Thor, who had fallen to his knees halfway through the ceremony and sobbed shamelessly for all to see. Loki had kept a stony expression on his face the entire time, his green eyes fixated on the wall, fighting himself.
Now it was all over. The body would be taken to a cairn outside Asgard in an hour or two, and the mourners were slowly filing away, an occasional lone sob reaching Loki's ears. Finally, everyone w
Tears - RotGTears - RotG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A RotG One-shot
Pairing: Slight BunnymundxApril; not much though. It's a very small amount.
Rating: PG (For death, crying, blood, and elements that may crush the hearts and mind)
Bunnymund landed on the ground with a hard thud. He had yet again, had rolled out of his "bed" and was now lying flat on his back. His eyes shot open as soon as his head it the ground. He let out a grunt from the abrupt fall and pain that was now shooting up his back. Realizing what had happened, he groaned irritably. "Not again ." He said to himself softly.
Lately Bunnymund was having difficulty sleeping, or at least, more than usual. He didn't know why it was the case, except that it was the same repetitive dream. A dream he had hoped to have blocked out years ago. He sighed. His throat started to ach, and his eyes burn. Bunnymund pawed at his eyes, trying to force back the te
Steve - Lord of the LeopardHey sit still and shut up! Youre my hostage and what I say goes. How does it feel to be on the brink of death, hmm? With no friends around to save you... I once had a friend who claimed to save my life. He was a fool. Back then he stole a deadly tarantula from what you humans know to be fear materialised into a physical being a Vampire. His name was Larten Crepsely. I growl at that name like a dog growls at an intruder. All I wanted was for him to blood me and make me his own; my life was meaningless and I had nothing to lose. I still hear those bitter words in my head, tonight Your blood is bad! Rejected. Like the lowly mutt I am. How it sickens me!Steve - Lord of the Leopard7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet, there stands my so-called best friend Darren Shan now a Vampire with him. Claims he did it to save my life from the poison in the spider, says he. Claims the spiders bite would have snuffed my life out, says he. I believe none of his lies. None! Why should I? He took what I wanted most, leavin
A Trickster's TaleLoki rolled his eyes at the absolute ridiculous notion that he could be anything aside from amazing. The young man before him hesitated, and apparently decided that he wouldn't continue the conversation. After another long moment of silence, the man turned and walked away.A Trickster's Tale3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Loki would take care of him later.
Turning, the trickster shifted himself back to his current town of residence; he'd been looking for a new place to stay when he'd run into the rude fellow who had had the nerve to call him a Fool. Indeed. A Fool? He would not sell his talents; none could afford such greatness. Not even the highest of kings.
He made his way to his current home, avoiding the front door and simply going straight into his room. He sighed and looked around. It had been far too long since he'd taken time to just relax. It sometimes amazed him how much he could accomplish and how easily he lost track of time. He sometimes found he had spent months on one project. One time, he lost an entire year.
Price to Pay - Loki Fanfiction"...Because no matter how much you claimed to love me, you could never have a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard."Price to Pay - Loki Fanfiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What, because I... I... am the monster parents tell their children about at night?"
"So I am no more than another stolen relic? Locked up here until you might have use of me?"
Odin awoke after much stir from his Odin sleep, his eye opening to the light for the first time in a long time. How long had he been asleep? Not even he, the All-Father, knew the answer to that question. Through his groggy awakening, Odin could feel that something wasn't right, that something had changed.
He was no longer in his chamber; that much he could tell. The walls were of a different colour than the pure and solid gold ones he last laid his eye upon. The gold walls with their glorious carvings had been replaced by a deep emerald, which were engraved depictions of snakes, wolves, and... Loki. Just how long had he been in his slumber?
He tried to move his olden musc
Neglected Memory The child gasped in awe at the small flower in front of him. He crouched down, blue eyes staring at the plant. His tiny fingers gently caressed the pink leaves. It was softer than silk; that he wouldn't lie. His fingers rubbed the leaves together, mouth giggling that it tickled his skin.Neglected Memory3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"That, my son, is a little Truffula tree. It's still in bloom. But when it grows, it's gonna be the most prettiest and biggest tree in the world."
The 4-year old turned around and looked up. His father stood behind him, hands holding his waist. "Daddy!" the child cheered as he hopped back to his feet and ran into his father's arms. The man laughed as Once-ler tugged his neck. He carried him and returned the child's hug.
"You know, Oncie? One day, you're gonna see that tree when it's big. And when you do, it's gonna take your breath away." The man tickled Once-ler's stomach, making the boy burst a childish laugh. "Besides, I love
Rotten Girl, Grotesque RomanceRotten Girl, Grotesque Romance4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
atashi anata ni koi suru tame ni umareta no kashi ra?
usui kabegoshi ni iuwa hitori tsubuyaku "aishite"
asari tsudzukeru aijou kurai misshitsu no naka de
itoshiki anata no okao furete nadete mitai na
kore wa kore wa okyakusama? kirei na onna no ko ne
sonnani sukinara itte? koroshite hako ni tsumeru wa!
moeru shashin utsuru ano ko
ima doushiteru kashira? (warai)
atashi no koto suki ni saseru wa
hora konna ni mo aishite iru kara...
anata wo kugizuke hyouhon ni shitai wa
nande anata naite iru no?
doushita no? kore no koto?
danbouru ni tsume konda karada goto daite ageru
door no mukou gawa ni present wo oku no
anata ga sukina koneko no kubi wo mainichi hitotsu zutsu
moeru shasin utsuru ano ko
sonna ko itano kashira? (warai)
"aishite iru yo" sonna kotoba
karusugite hedo ga deru wayone
"atashi wa anata o eien aishiteru..."
Rainy DaysIt was raining. He didn't particularly like rain. He heard the thunder crash and he ducked under his quilt.Rainy Days3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now quilts are normally made my grandmas and such right?
Wrong. This quilt was made just for him by his dad.
His dad was the best. He was the all around parent. He made food and he had a job as a doctor. He was amazing. His mother wished he would be full time but his father loved his children too much. So his mother, an accountant, worked extra hours because she felt they needed the money.
It wasn't lavish but Once-ler liked it life here was nice. He couldn't see it any other way. His two brothers were going to be born soon so his father forced his mother to take less hours. She then in turn forced him to take more. He was only about three so he was starting to get scared and restless.
Another crash of thunder was heard and the head ducked back under the blankets.
The third crash shut off the power. Once-ler started to cry.
The practice had closed early and Once-ler's father, Edw