The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
Our FamilyOur Family3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thor, please, calm down!"
They were in the waiting room. Thor was extremely nervous, the reason Loki had come to stay with him. The God of Thunder, now wearing a simple but beautiful white T-shirt with jeans, walked around endlessly, murmuring something to himself. Loki, on the other hand, was sitting on the small seat next to the door, his suit swinging around as he tried to calm his brother down.
"Thor, please, relax! Jane will be fine, you just need to give her some time!"
"She Sh-shouldn't she be ready already? I-It's been some time since she went into the room and-"
Loki sighed. Thor was already using contractions. Maybe living on Midgard for a year had not been such a great idea after all
"Brother!" Loki called him again and this time got up, holding the G
stop methe knife slides to the floorstop me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood drips down my arm
i can feel my mind slipping
to another land
my life flashes before my eyes
as i lower myself down
into the warm water
that will lead me to my end
reality slips away
as my mother rushes in
screaming my name in fury
a smile forms on my lips
i want to hug and comfort her
to tell her its ok
she grabs the phone dials 911
not knowing its too late
i shut my eyes for the last time
whisper my last goodbye
the final wave of darknes
my mind is once more free
RainRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
The RoseThe Rose10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by Justin Thyme a.k.a. Manuel Fernandez
There is a Rose
Some call it God
Some call it Truth
Some call it Fraud
Some call it Day
Some call it Night
Some call it Darkness
Some call it Light
Some call it Allah
Some call it Tao
Some call it the Essence
Of the Here and Now
Some call it Cold
Some call it Hot
Some call it Is
Some call it Naught
But the Rose
Cares not for a single Name
For the Rose is a Rose
Is a Rose all the Same
How To Survive In A Horror Movie1. First of all, common sense is a good thing to have. If you're in the middle of the woods and you hear someone calling your name from a creepy abandoned house, don't go in. Run as fast as you can in the way you came from. If you see someone you thought was dead, it will not be them. If there is a killer in your house, get the hell out of there. Don't run around locking doors. Don't run upstairs.How To Survive In A Horror Movie2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. If you find yourself alone, in a haunted house, abandoned warehouse or some other creepy place, at midnight, think about why you're actually there, and then leave.
3. If you think you'll be getting into a fight with a murderer or supernatural being, don't use a tiny slingshot, a pen knife or a baseball bat. Take an actual gun, and make sure you have bullets in it.
4. If a certain town seems to be where everything is going wrong, get the hell out of there. Don't bring your family or friends. They're probably all possessed or working for the killer.
5. Holy water probably won't injure anyone
you call me an angelyou call me an angelyou call me an angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in spite of the bruises left on the fronts of my knees
stains of sin left on my skin;
the knots in my back,
you liken to the wings soon to burst from my shoulders
&tell me you can feel no sadness
when looking at my face-
eyes you analyse
into paints of the colour wheel,
several shades i have yet to see;
despite its crooked nature
thinning enamel from my sickness-
you still find me amongst the heavens.
as this once,
i kissed you to shut you up.
my skin is removing itself after my clothes
in the winter,
too unlike the white night of russian summers.
i kissed you &it was wet because i was crying
&every time our lips parted
another sob stuttered its way through the gap.
you heard what words i couldn't swallow,
the ones straining to pass over my tongue
yet drowned upon existence.
you listen to me until i lose my headstrong aim
to starve back to bones,
to see the angel wings i've lost in my skin
you touch &feel are there;
In Which I Tell Myself To (1) Survive2. Do not choke yourself withIn Which I Tell Myself To (1) Survive1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
the name of a murderer
around your neck.
Instead, let it in.
Give it the chance to testify,
because more than likely:
it will understand.
It will tell you we all must
kill something which we love.
But do not let it give you its name:
you, white rabbit girl, grow
too attached (too fast),
and you do not yet know
the angle at which to break
snowcapped knuckles into
3. Open your chest like
dislocated jaws swallowing
down the ends of
Fuck the SystemThis is the poem that will change the world. It's about;Fuck the System5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lonely nights when
Waking up is the last thing you
Want even when the
Risk of night terrors could have
You screaming into the night.
It's about sex, drugs, and
Even more sex because love doesn't
Exist in a world like ours.
We'll spend our whole lives waking
In different strangers' beds
Until we find one that smells like home.
It's about growing up too fast and
The pursuit of happiness.
Coloring outside the lines.
Fighting the system and breaking the rules.
It's about stardust
Dreaming, wishing, and kissing.
This poem is about the fat girl who still manages to call herself beautiful.
The drug addict who still has a family to go home to.
The widow who can still smile for his children each day.
The rebel who strives to be different.
The child who's always wanted to fly
And the young poet who dreams of changing the world.
Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dark chocolate & espresso
with Bic ink you're dust.
My stomach & your brain
makes dawn a twilight red dusk.
A couple of words
describe us two.
me & you.
Get the drift? Feel that draft?
That's an ozone aroma, a prelude to rain.
Nature's craft is my gift
and my gift is just a game.
I don't know how you feel now but if you'll have some dark chocolate and espresso with me we'll probably feel the same.
Whatever that's worth.
Abuduction.Abduction.Abuduction.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
To every family and carer that nurtured, loved, raised and taught
Their young to avoid and not to communicate with strangers.
Performing their duties as guardians, preparing and protecting them from any danger.
For them one day to be kidnapped, taken, leaving only their clothing as remainders.
After the investigations and DNA testing all the headlines will
SCP Designs: SCP-XXXX: The Son of the SunSCP Designs: SCP-XXXX: The Son of the Sun3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
SCP-XXXX: The Son of the Sun
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a special 10m X 10m X 10m cell. Each of the cell walls are made of at least 5m of lead sandwiched between an internal 1m layer of heat resistant titanium/tungsten alloy coated with silica Aerogel and an external 3 meters of steel-plate reinforced concrete. SCP-XXXX isn't forbidden from roaming the facility (quite frankly, doing so would be impossible) but is advised to remain in its cell as much as possible. Note that because of the destructive power this XXXX can create, combined with the fact that it isn't innately aggressive, these precautions are not meant to imprison it; they are meant to limit the damage it can do and make its containment as safe as possible. SCP-XXXX has demonstrated a desire to wander around and interact with facility staff, as well as a desire to learn about its environment. If SCP-XXXX begins wandering the facility, all on site staff must either eva
Creature of AngerCan no longer take it, can no longer stand it.Creature of Anger10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone will suffer. Someone will pay.
The walls of my mind, like a prison: suffocating.
The creature within shall drown out the day
With darkness and madness, with shrieking and violence.
Kicking and biting, an oncoming hell.
Slamming against it: the cage of my mind.
I must bury the anger, drown it in a well.
Like a creature of madness, shrieking in torture,
It cares not for others, pays no heed to its health.
It will rip itself open to release the frustration,
The anger, the madness: contained in myself.
Really that different?Oil and blood,Really that different?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Metal and bone,
no real difference in these things we have known other than what's living and what is dead, the souls of the ancients, resting in their Earthly bed.
Nerves and sinew,
Circuts and wire,
humanity's last hope is soon to transpire in the things they create in their hearts and their minds, they just can't accept that oil as well as blood binds.
Hydrolics and muscle,
Programming and emotion,
some are created to show true devotion to those who made it with their own hands, yet in two-faced humans the maker's confidence lands.
Souls and A.I.,
Humans and machines,
people are blind of their ignorance it seems when they search for the truth, denying the life who's blood runs as vermouth.
to abuse and hinderdissect the truthto abuse and hinder6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
digest the lies
I try to listen
but the contradictions
just dont make sense
they say theyre here
to protect and serve
but protect and serve who?
and sure as hell, not you.
maybe if we made six figures a year
but damn, each week I fear
I wont have enough to just get by
Im left holding my head
between my knees
in a communal cell
release me from this hell
smoking a joint
and they had
to make a point
by punishing me
when murderers and rapists walk free
because they had the money
to pay for their get out of jail free card
who was I hurting
standing in the yard
smoking a weed,
I ask, can you see
the justice here?
Generation (A Poem)What is wrong with our generation?Generation (A Poem)11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you plan to change us over night?
Do you think were that inferior?
And not-so very bright?
Do you think we don't know how to think?
Do you think we don't know how to speak?
Do you think we so cold and jaded?
Do you think we are so bleak?
Do you think we don't feel?
Do you think we don't learn?
Do you think that we give no respect?
And have no respect to earn?
What's wrong with taking selfies?
What's wrong with facebook?
What's wrong with an Ipad?
What's wrong with a nook?
You may voice your complaints,
Your sorrows and your pity,
You can think your so smart,
So clever and so witty
But there is nothing you can do,
To stop all our flaws,
To stop all our gifts,
And to change our social laws
You can say we are careless,
Reckless and Young,
But really our voices,
Are yet to be sung
We still are new,
And have much to say,
But it all won't happen,
In a single day
Be ever so patient,
And the world will change
GirlsThis poem is for the girls.Girls6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For the girls whose favourite colour growing up was green,
For elementary school princesses still dreaming of being royalty
For the cheerleaders and the songwriters
The girls who loved fairy tales, who love romantic comedies,
For the girls who will not let you blame their anger or sadness on PMS
Regardless of what time of the month it is.
This is for Hillary Rodham Clinton:
Too emotional to hold the presidency in an emotionally absent democracy
For Angela Carter, letting loose her lions,
For Britney Spears, once sixteen, once Mousekateer turned Catholic School pedophile bait,
Begging in costume for sex or
This is for New York, the woman
For Rock of Love Charm School and Bridezillas
For Carrie Bradshaw
For Paris and her new BFF,
Successfully helping a gender regress
This is for the runaways
For the girls fainting down runways
For the girls who played their Barbie dolls into doctors and teachers
Made them something more
BloodBlood12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It runs through my veins
Like liquid fire
Causing so much pain,
Yet bringing such joy
Flowing through my muscular heart
And stright into my thoughtful brain
Giving me life
It is the blood of time
Carrying me out of the past
And propelling me into the unending future.
Street Harassment SimplifiedWoah, stop,Street Harassment Simplified4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
get your hands off me.
I am not your property.
The way I dress,
the things I say,
how I move,
if I pay,
or the makeup on my face
doesn't mean it's ok.
You don't have the right
to do just whatever you like
where do you get off
justifying treating me
like I'm your damn property.
I am my own person,
I am free,
without your authorisation,
to just be me.
I can dress in my own clothes,
I can dye my hair,
I can wear a skirt
without worrying you'll stare.
Your own behaviour
is your responsibility
so stop trying to blame
your harassment on me!
If you like something about me
then hey that's fantastic
but instead of shouting it out
maybe try another tactic:
just smile once, look away,
don't get up in my face,
keep your comments to yourself
and out of my personal space.
You don't know my background,
my worries or fears
so think that your actions
could bring me to tears.
Just keep your cool
and treat me like a human being
and then maybe you'll se
Warhammer: End of DaysEnd of DaysWarhammer: End of Days7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Thunderhawks burst through the cloud cover of Anmars atmosphere and into the bright mid-day sun. With engines roaring and blue and bone colored hulls glinting in the sun, the powerful assault craft angled in low and northward like giant birds of prey. Their objective the dry grassy mountain hills in the distance and the city of Dedulis.
Onboard the lead Thunderhawk, all was quiet, dark, and solemn save for the dim red ready lights and the howl of wind. Inside, ten Assault Marines of the Sacred Knights Chapter knelt in two neat rows, face to face. Their massive armored forms were resolute and still as they were bathed in red light.
The stillness was broken from a shadowy corner of the troop section as an eleventh Marine approached the praying squad. Chaplain Haikon, the Master of Sanctity for the Chapter, stood tall and proud over his unofficial entourage, a masterfully crafted gold and black storm bolter slung