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?
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 nebulae2 years 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
SubmissionexhaustionSubmission2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
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.2 years 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
letters from the seai.letters from the sea2 years 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
Rotten Girl, Grotesque RomanceRotten Girl, Grotesque Romance5 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..."
Wishes in WonderlandDay 4Wishes in Wonderland2 years 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.
Dysphoriashe sells 9mm shells by the seashore,Dysphoria2 years 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?
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
Biggering the Company"WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING!"Biggering the Company3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Twice-ler looked up from his desk, wondering what his twin needed now. Once-ler had been away on business, promoting the thneed, while he had stayed behind to watch over the factory. Now his mirror image was standing in the doorway, fists clench, and face red. Taking a deep breath he said "I've been doing all the paperwork because you weren't here to do it."
"That's not what I meant! What are you doing to the trees! Do you know what I saw when I drove back into the factory grounds!" Once-ler was now marching up to the desk, anger still gracing is face.
"We are cutting them down, just like we agreed. Was that a trick question?"
"No it was not a trick question! I know that we agreed to cut down some, but not every SINGLE TREE IN THE VALLEY!" Once-ler now had his fists on the desk, looking nothing like the normal care-free man he was.
"It's not every single tree i
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 Call2 years 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
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
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
Don't You Cry, Dear Children...It was late at night, and the Puppet was getting ready to sleep. He wound up his music box, hoping that it would keep the restless child inside him quiet for one night. It had been bothering him a lot lately. It was more….active than usual. It was difficult to keep its anger under control. But he managed it somehow.Don't You Cry, Dear Children...4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now the Puppet lay in his nice roomy box. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as it was impossible for him to truly do so. Even so, his hearing was listening closely to the sounds of the restaurant—the shaking thuds as the Toy animatronics moved towards the office, the quiet moans of the Withered ones in their agony, the occasional “hello!” of Balloon Boy as he made himself known to the helpless guard.
These sounds, together with the music, soothed the Puppet’s spirit in his sleep. To him, they represented peace and happiness. It was home.
And then he heard a more unfamiliar sound….the loud thuds of the animatronics’ st
The Lorax Comes BackAt the far end of townThe Lorax Comes Back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the Grickle-grass grows,
the air feels slightly fresher when it blows
and Swomee-Swans have come to sing with the crows
on the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
trees have finally come back to stay.
And even the Once-ler has begun to come out every day,
truly proud of himself for the first time in his life
for he knows he's the reason for the end of the strife.
All because of him and one little boy
who'd come to him, bringing joy,
who'd taken the last seed,
who'd cared enough,
are what everyone needs.
Now they'd came back,
even pushed to the old forest,
which had used to be so black
and smogged and empty and dead
the kid too came back- and he said,
"Thank you for allowing me to do this,
there's just one step left if you want true bliss,
but, first, we must wait."
The Once-ler was stumped,
but waited he did,
and seconds later he heard a familiar sound,
that made him turn 'round
to that fir
Left 4 Dead: Her SalvationLeft 4 Dead: Her Salvation6 years ago in Horror More Like This
They said it would end soon...
For me I was lucky, the infection has not reached my hometown yet and has given me time to prepare for the worst. People from the south were evacuating to the north towards the Safe Zone for protection by the army. I called my brother Leo about my plan of holding out while the infection passes. He agreed and moved into my apartment with some supplies. He lives by the Airport down south from me. He never stops complaining to me how much he misses the buildings, free running the rooftops with his friends known as a Concrete Jungle Runners. Leo took free running to the extreme by duck taping his trouser legs and his hooded sweatshirt arms. Leo just told me it stops his clothes flapping and catching onto things when he runs along. Yeah right.
We were told by CEDA or also known as Civil Emergency and Defence Agency to watch the Chopper 5 News for information on the virus every night. CEDA call this deadly virus 'Green Flu
BalloonsBalloons5 months ago in Drama More Like This
Flames lapped at the cold night air as the Fazbear’s Fright horror attraction burned to the ground. Paper plate dolls, children’s drawings, and posters turned to ash. Remnants of fur and plastic animatronic suits melted. Only bits of metal remained, turning red with heat and cooling to a deep black.
The flames gently parted as the Marionette made his way to a clearing in the room that was once the night guard’s office, both for the sake of the business and as part of the attraction. He drifted just inches from the ground and came to rest in the center of the room. In his clawed hand he held a bundle of colorful balloons. He panned his masked head, gazing blankly at the destruction, then he looked up to the sky, barely able to see the pinpricks of light from the stars above through the thick smoke and ashes. He looked over to the balloons in his hand, gently loosening his grip on the strings. Five of them took fligh
When Fears Come TrueIt had been so long since anyone had rang the Once-ler's doorbell that he practically fell from the chair he was perched in, unsure of what the sound even was. Normally it was painfully silent, excepting when a crow wandered into the area or some of his previous equipment or buildings were crumbling into pieces. This was obviously neither of those sounds, a deep dong-dong, not unlike the sound of a gong.When Fears Come True4 years ago in Horror More Like This
The doorbell. The words popped in his head suddenly. That's what my doorbell sounds like. Who would be here, after all this time?
His social skills had left him long ago, and he felt no need to straighten up himself or the room. His only need was to grumble as he moved in earshot of the door.
"Go away!" he hissed in the door's general direction. It was probably just some stupid kids who had wandered too far and would get sick of the pollution soon.
"Are you deaf? I said go away!"
Dong-dong. Dong- dong. Dong-dong.
Not you, Kid...Not you, Kid...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A smoker had grabbed the hick and pulled him towards the edge of the building. None of the others had heard him over the sound of the hoard around them, leaving him helpless and nearing his death.
By the time Nick had noticed that Ellis wasn't around, it was too late. The smoker had pulled him off the edge and the tongue broke from his weight and impact from his body falling. He fell down nearly three floors and the only cushioning he got to break his fall was the electric fence.
When Nick saw what happened, a wave of rage hurled through his body. Rochelle and Coach had to hide to keep from getting killed by him. They had never seen him like this before; giving out painful cries and mercilessly killing everything in sight.
Once the hoard was gone, Nick flew down the stairs to find Ellis' body. Once he got to him, Coach had to help get him off the fence without getting shocked, which wasn't easy. His skin was torn and part of the fence had pierced his flesh.