ClayGnarled, vined with veins, weathered and rough, twist the hands of the wizened nurse.Clay2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She gently anoints oil onto a newborn babe's skin, those ancient, withered hands shaping and smoothing, soothing new flesh.
All I see is the dough of Africa rising, the mounding of the mountains and vales and the unbroken wilderness between, being shaped by timeless forces older than god.
I sighed and marveled at how we get our fingers in each other's lives, to see what shapes we can make of each other.
The nurse smiled and replied in a rolling, resonant tone that too much clay is hard on the hands, for it parches the skin.
UntitledThese waters rising fastUntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spilling foam across the deck
Soon swamps this mortal ship
Panic-colored faces turn
To me, blindly seeking hope
An easing of searing fear
For me to lift them up
And ferry them across the darkness
To fair white shores.
And I am powerless to prevent
These purling rising waves
From dragging down and drown
Unto the depths
Both babes and sages alike
For these human hands
Hold no healing power
No stay against the path
All must tread but once.
No blood laps my flesh
Only ice stirs my eyes
As I watch the tainted and the true
Slip out of sight
Beneath foam-flecked fathoms
No balm of Gilead
Soothes these ice-scarred souls
No panacea against the poison of despair
No Saviour but Charon at the call.
Even now the tar-black eternity
Splashes possessively at my feet
Urging, ushering me
Unto the pale of death
For all hope has fled
With the morn's last breath
Where it will not touch
Our still, our peaceful,
Our ice enshrouded forms.
The only angels that will tend to us now
White Space Here, in winter, growing beneath this blanket of whiteWhite Space2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lovely sculptured forms unfurl, luminous and feather-light
while the air smells like burnt sugar, swells like foamy meringue
and the welling deepness between stars
speaks of unfolding eternity within their brimming glow
The sky is filled with lacy ice, luminous and light
letting dawn form from spun-sugar, sun-glazed clouds
although these porcelain drifts are unstirred from cold
these frosted flowers curling along these cur
Skulduggery Pleasant In TroublSkulduggery Pleasant in TroubleSkulduggery Pleasant In Troubl5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Skulduggery Pleasant looked at his capture. He had pale white skin red eyes and very sharp teeth. Skulduggery had gotten Valkry and him self caught again. But this time it was not going to be easy to get out. The capture was a vampire known has Dusk. Who had once helped Baron try to bring the great gods back to life and now he wanted revenge on Valkry. She lay there motionless on ground. I tired to get up but I was held down by shacks.
Well, well looks who up and ready to see the show! he said
Im a skeleton not death. I said
Valkry moved head slowly to face me, her face was covered in burses and blood was dripping from her mouth. She smiled at me then closed her eyes, passing out.
VALKRY, NO! I pulled on my shackles; I had to get out of this; to save Valkry.
Dusk Laughed I have finale done that no one can ever achieve, I have killed Valkry and about to kill the detective. Be hind him
ColdHeavy footfalls echoed along the pristeen white hallway, the only sound breaking the silence down in the service decks of the Europa. Most of the bots down here that floated along were pure white or grey - the android's firey hair was a rare sight down here, standing out in the cold white place. The Go-4 walked slowly, hands folded behind his back, glancing lazily along the walls as he made his way to his destination. He had been ordered down here by his autopilot, supposedly to monitor progress on a hull repair... yet he knew full well the AP was simply sick of him hanging around the bridge. Ethos could easily monitor the repair from there...but the Go-4 could not ignore an order, so he hadn't voiced his objections.Cold1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
More repair bots swarmed by him as he got closer to the site; they chirped at him in robotic, annoyed - he was walking right along the little strip on the floor they followed so diligently. He didn't care: they could learn to go around him.
Go-4 frowned slightly as he roun
Dwarven Soul - Narrative Chapter 1Math was beginning to think that he might spend time in prison or worse. His head and shoulders hurt from worry and there was a sick feeling in his stomach as though he might vomit, but he probably wouldn't since he had not eaten anything that day. He looked around at all the items in the small stall and knew that he had made a horrible mistake.Dwarven Soul - Narrative Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three weeks ago he had left home believing that he was going to return after a few days as a wealthy man. How could he not? He was going to sell the jewelry that he had made and he was going to . . .what was it that he had planned on doing with the small fortune that he would make by selling his rings, bracelets, and pendants? Would he buy a horse? No, he really didn't need one. Would he buy fancy clothes to impress the girls? No, his clothes were simple but they served him perfectly. He had dreams for his money, he had great dreams. He would take his hard earned wealth and make even more jewelry, because that is what made his heart beat quickl
Masterplanwhen crucified they sayMasterplan1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he died for our sins
how many wars lead back to that day?
how much blood has been spilled ever since?
i'd rather live with my sins
than be told to kill or die for Him
if there ever was a master-plan
made by an omnipotent invisible man
omnipotence suggests you know how things will play
then why do we get punished by a God
who already knows we can't abide his ways?
made to be imperfect
created to fear and worship
but does it make sense to fear one who "loves" us?
to beg and pray in wails that rise up above us
my disbelief is what helps me survive
i am not blinded by your master-plans lies