GrandmaGrandma – 01.08.1928 – 07.09.2012Grandma3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death is a gardener, you told me when I was a child.
He has a field full of dandelions, and when one loses its halo, he reaps it.
Then the seeds fly away to heaven and become stars.
Thatīs why we cannot count them.
I know that is not what you believed.
I always knew, because you had told me about God and Paradise.
But I believed,
And somehow I still do.
You always liked the colour yellow, as much as you loved the sun.
You would have loved to become a dandelion.
They do have a halo, I have checked it.
You can see it at sunset.
We often made stars when I was small, you and I.
We went for walks, picking up dandelions and blowing their seeds away.
I have made a lot of stars since you were gone.
At least Iīve tried.
Because I know that it needs no dandelion for you to become
The brightest star in my sky.
The CrowThe CrowThe Crow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A crow as black as Death himself
Sat down on the tree before my room.
Its shadow fell onto my shelf,
Its eyes were filled with a strange gloom.
The Moon kissed its feathers, coloured them blue,
The most beautiful colour I did ever see.
I asked the creature: “Is it true?
Are you going to fly away with me?”
The crow spoke to me: “Do not fear,
I´ll never do you any harm.
Every whisper, every tear,
I´ll turn into feathers to keep you warm.
Do you remember? I am your Prince
Who´s life was taken at the Priest´s Amen.
I´ve been waiting, Princess, that day since
To take you in my arms again.”
And so I embraced him and we left,
Only the stars listened as we sang.
In the morning they discovered the theft,
And as some days later the churchbells rang,
Two crows were sitting on the tree,
Observing the mourners from above.
On the tombstone they read: “Let her be
Together forever with her love.”
Beauty + the Beast Pt II Ep 9Beauty + the Beast Pt II Ep 94 years ago in Drama More Like This
EXT. THE TOP OF THE CASTLE'S HIGHEST TOWER -- NIGHT
Outside the towers door, Fifi and Angelique can only stare into the darkness after the Creature as it escapes. They hear Bastien coming and turn toward the door. Bastien, carrying a torch, looks out at them and hurries out to them.
Ladies! What happened here? Where's Marcel?
(gesturing weakly out over the ledge)
Well... Master.. He..
That was him-
That was HIM we saw leap after the Monster!
Yes Master. We saw him catch the edge of the cabin and climb in...
She notices Bastien staring after the Monster in horror.
Bastien turns his head suddenly toward Fifi at the sound of her voice.
Yes! Yes, w-w-we must go af-after them.
Bastien turns to go.
There is more..
(Struggling to find the right words)
(Angry. Looks very much li
The GardenerThe huge black Cathedral rose before me, covering parts of the gloomy reddish sky with its silhouette. It was silent; the only thing around me I could hear was the wind, which seemed to come out of nowhere. It was incredibly hot, and yet I was shivering.The Gardener2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked around me; the landscape surrounding the solitary church resembled an area that had been burned down to the ground. Hardly any vegetation was to be found; no animal sounds were audible. The place was clearly not an inviting one, and yet I did not feel any fear.
I turned around, leaving the church behind me, and in the distance I could see some kind of light emanating from a place I could neither name nor see. The wind became stronger and filled the air with lung-scratching dust, and I decided to seek shelter inside of the Cathedral.
It was surprisingly warm inside, unlike in some of those churches in which you instantly feel cold the minute you enter them on a hot day. It was dark; the only light source was a myriad of candles
The love of a parentShe looked out among the starry sky and let out a sigh. Applejack was resting her hooves on the windowsill of her bedroom, enjoying the evening. It had been a very busy day with the reunion and all, and admittedly there had been a few bumps along the way. But through it all, she and her family had come together to make the whole thing a truly memorable experience. While things may not have turned out the way she planned, she was still grateful that the whole thing didn't end up a complete mess like she feared it would.The love of a parent3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking up, she saw two shooting starts trail along the night sky, much like they had done some hours ago. The sight of them made her smile, as they always did. She closed the window and moved towards her bed, ready to get some well-deserved rest. Building a barn in one day can certainly take it out of a pony. But before she reached it, she turned as she heard a knocking on her door.
"Come in." She said.
The old door creaked open, and there, standing on the other side, w
killing girls instead of mockingbirdsand with car-crashes in her eyes andkilling girls instead of mockingbirds10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
self harm on her hands with murder in her
bones and birds in her skull she'll look up at god
and ask him why she's not pretty
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.breathing the deep1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He said to me over the telephone that the road is too long, and that it takes too much time for him to get from his office to mommy's place.
Last week he'd said that the streets are too dark, and that there are some things that even grown-ups are scared of.
The week before that, he'd promised me and said that he was coming, yes, definitely, but then he never showed up at all.
But maybe next week he'll come.
Yes, next week.
Julia, you really should be going to sleep.
I know, mommy. I think I'll wait by the window for a little longer.
Just in case.
words that wreck mei loved writing but i loved you more so i wrotewords that wreck me10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you a fairytale and tucked you in-between
the pages i'm sorry that i didn't ask your
permission before having the princess end up with another
princess i should have stopped short of happily
ever after 'cause when things are vague and
complicated we'll always find ways to pull the right words
out of a tragedy
The VoicesWhy can't I let my voice be heard?The Voices1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"No one will hear you"
Why can't I speak up when I don't agree?
"No one cares"
Why can't I offer a new opinion?
"Do you know how annoying you are?"
Why can't I just be myself?
"No one likes you"
Why must I be silent?
"Why can't you leave everyone alone?"
The taunting voices are impossible to silence
When they come from your own head
A Dazzling VictoryA Dazzling Victory1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"Feel the wave of sound, as it crashes down!
You can't turn away! We'll make you wanna stay!
We will be adored! Tell us that you want us!
We won't be ignored! It's time for our reward!
Now you need us. Come and heed us
Nothing can stop us now!"
It wasn't possible, she told herself. They were meant to win. They HAD to win! They couldn't just fail like this. SHE couldn't just fail like this. And yet, that was exactly what had happened. Twilight Sparkle, the fourth alicorn Princess of Equestria, was currently not in that world, but the world of humans, here at the request of her friends to deal with a new menace that had risen to threaten this place. Like with every other threat she had faced in her life, she'd tried to thwart it, hoping that working would her friends would save the day and make good triumph over evil.
But that is not what happened.
The battle of the bands. The plan had been clear to all of them. Use their music to bring about Twilight'
Confessions of a Teenage Love AffairI was sixteen, but I knew the ghost of urban loveConfessions of a Teenage Love Affair11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lingering on my lipstick-stained tongue
like smoke and dusk
was more than just a phase
Caught between my pimples and my accent
And my love affair with the color gray.
P a i n t i n g Her r o s e s R e dI remember that girlP a i n t i n g Her r o s e s R e d2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the autumn dreary all those years ago
Where a heart beat was the drumming of rain droplets
And a smile was the burning tongues of maples set ablaze
I remember how a beautiful smirk died slowly like the fawn lilies
And how a copper stare could rust
How baby's breath grew breathless
And how the ribs poked painfully like the jagged tree branches
I remember birch stripes on her wrists
And yew on her tongue
How her flavor was of hawthorn
A bitter comb of honey
I remember how a pall of fog was her dressing
And how climbing ivy was her noose
How she pushed daisies
And caught only cobwebs
I remember the violets on her sides
And the weeping willow in her eyes
I remember how her roses weren't red enough
And how she slid tiger grass along her throat to paint them
GoldfishLove, you have the memoryGoldfish1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
As Royalty Braids My HairMy mother dearest,As Royalty Braids My Hair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ice queen chiseled from perfection,
Long legs, long nose, short hair, and golden cheeks
Stroking my hair
through the fog of incense and her ashen cigarette
Slender fingers twisting
my knots and tangles into obedient braids,
Arabic words litter the air
flowing from her ruby lips
to the desperate cackles rupturing from the bellies
of my toothless grandmothers
Red mouth smiling, but her eyes scream
Trapped between my birth and my marriage
Her lovingly cold reign halted to tame my mane
over a candlelit quilt and a roasted lamb
'Cause God Gave Me Flippers5'6" and can't wear heels'Cause God Gave Me Flippers7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
'cause God gave me flippers.
He also blessed me with big bones
but I consider it a curse.
I've always wanted to fly
and I would settle with running,
but flippers are made for swimming.
I move too much
but lose so little-
Ever since I was a child
I've always been 'a little bit bigger'
than those pretty girls on the playground,
so I hid in the trees
and called the shade my home.
From an early age I learned
that jealously and anger were the answers
to everything in life,
so it was no surprise when I
cracked that one kid's head open
swore in gym class
kicked the bully
slapped my sister
pushed my mother
(And no one could figure out why)-
But I knew why;
mother and father stayed up
and all I can remember is
screaming, fighting, punching,
and mom would do one hell of a job
cleaning it up before the
government came to take us away.
The depression started in middle school
sometime around 4th grade,
when my anger
If Shakespeare Had a Facebook PageIf Shakespeare had a Facebook pageIf Shakespeare Had a Facebook Page1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Would he “Like for Jesus” or “Ignore for Hell”?
How many likes would his sonnets catch,
And would “Macbeth” be received well?
Would the rose smell just as sweet
if no one read it in a tweet?
And would he come up with the truth after a year,
that “Hell is empty and the devils are here”?
Would he whore for likes and friend requests?
Share his results for every personality test?
And post a “Teen Quote” for every day?
Would he be caught up with his anime?
Do you think he'd enjoy RoosterTeeth's channel,
Post selfies in snapbacks and Nike’s and flanel?
Would his pants sag and his status read:
“#Yolo420, Legalize Weed?”
Maybe he'd dye his hair green and spike up the ends
Maybe him and Mark Twain would be #Bestfriends.
Would this 90's kids generation steal the show,
Or would he be the same Bill we used to know?
Deadly LoveShe's in love with the man next door.Deadly Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's see what fate he has in store.
She completely infatuated with his symmetrical face.
It appears his wife won't die with grace.
Knife so sharp and blood so red.
Kills her while she lays in bed.
He walks in and cries for her.
What a dangerous pot he chose to stir.
"I love you." She did declare.
It seems to be he doesn't care.
"My wife! She's dead! What have you done?"
"Darling I've just begun the fun!"
One kiss, one stab.
A kiss. A jab.
She snuggles into his embrace.
Staring at his cold, dead face.
LoveLoveLove1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love comes in so many forms,
growing and changing swiftly with the ages.
A mama recording her sons first walk to her husband over seas with a shaky camera.
"It's only a storm," the big brother says to his sister whiles he takes out the instant hot chocolate.
A teenager opening her slammed door, ready to admit to her parents she doesn't hate them.
On a worn blanket, a college kid handing his boyfriend a rose, hoping it will be enough.
Girls squealing as they throw their diplomas up into air and go out into the real world together.
A father proudly patting his wife's baby bump, a first miracle.
A women kissing her father goodbye as she turns off the machine that keeps him alive.
A middle aged chemistry teacher handing back a failing student a A+ paper.
An older couple holding hands, content with the knowledge of the mountains they've overcome together.
Love extends past the page, from my hand into others souls.
DepressionDepression feels like an anchor, tugging at my heart.Depression1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm stuck, I can't move. There's another storm coming.
I can't escape it. I'll be killed at sea.
Suddenly, my crew comes from their sleeping quarters
and albeit weak, they hoist up my anchor.
I can avoid the storm now, I can move and make
way to calmer seas.
How To Be A WriterMy parents said I shouldn't be a writer,How To Be A Writer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and throughout the last few weeks
of scarcely sprawling stray thoughts
on the napkins that line my trash bin,
I'm inclined to believe them.
Without a medical degree folded in my back pocket,
my wallet's looking a lot thinner;
I'm left with an abused and worn vocabulary
sagging on the edge of its seat,
stinking of whatever poison-laced shock value
I inject into my phrases,
and festering in the melodrama
of a teenage conspiracy theorist's soul.
(It smells kinda like rebellion, miniskirts, black nails, and rolling eyes.)
I hate to be the cliche of a struggling artist,
But a cliche is better than a nobody, or so I've read;
So at least it's something to hold on to.
My notebook is growing blanker by the sunrise,
and with every passing week,
my head falls on a layer of bills
instead of silk-lined sheets.
My pen's ink has started to boil and rot
on the other side of my writer's block,
and though my thin career is a hard pillow to accept,
even harder wou
Diamond In The Rough.Long hair and deep brown eyes so sad but full of hopeDiamond In The Rough.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Walks over to his side and hands him a love note
Then he points and laughs at her for the feelings she confessed
She feels emptiness as a heartbeat in her chest
At home she’ll water down her pain with broken pride
Trying to fix the girl who fell apart inside
Long hair and deep brown eyes so sad and full of tears
She’s not that different, but can’t fit in with her peers
They all have their looks and brand name clothes
Just because she doesn’t, she’s the girl nobody knows
And this goes out to her; I just hope that it’s enough
To let her know I see the diamond hidden in the rough
(not) white and prettygrandma once told me i wasn’t white enough(not) white and pretty11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because of my
sunkissed skin and
ankle sock tans.
against all the other a m e r i c a n girls,
a weed against all the roses.
i wanted to—
h i d e behind layers of makeup,
underneath foundation and concealer and blush and
finally have pretty, full, lips that aren’t cracked and bitten and
eyelashes that are way longer than naturally possible.
my legs are too short;
my arms are twigs and
my body like a shapeless cardboard box.
my hair is brown and unstyled,
my face is imperfect,
my eyes lined with dark circles.
i were just a bit paler,
my hair just a bit lighter,
my legs just a bit longer;
maybe, then, i could be pretty too.
i know what grandma was saying when she told me
i wasn’t white enough;
but i don’t want to be another clone,
faceless and shapeless against all the colors of the world.
i’d rather be me:
all five feet, n
Beautiful Rose- Chapter 1: Adam's RoseBeautiful Rose- Chapter 1: Adam's Rose4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Belle sat in her usual chair in the library, rubbing her overgrown belly and using it as a table for her book to sit on as she was reading it.
The last nine months has been a mess of mood swings, cravings, and much worse. But it was all worth it. For Belle and Adam's little miracle should be coming any day now.
"Is my beautiful rose in here?"
Belle smiled at the sound of Adam's voice. "I'm right here " she said marking her spot on the page.
Adam approached Belle quickly, yet gently as she closed the book sitting on her belly table.
The prince kneeled down to his wife's level and took her hand like glass that would break with the slightest pressure. He looked into her brown eyes as she turned and smiled gently at him. This was his one true love; the one that made him realized that there is hope in the world.
"How do you feel?" Adam asked.
"I feel fine," Belle responded with a simple smile. Adam had been super protective of her lately. It wasn't needed but it was sweet that he would