Friday NightA man walks out of the double doors, his chest a hole with a ring of fire around it. It is raining, pouring, but the fire still burns. Small dogs nip at his heels; he clutches the twelve-pack he just bought tighter and walks on. Tonight he will try to quench the fire, lay the ghosts to rest for a time, fall down the spiral. Tonight he will find Captain Hook and try to retrieve a measure of what was lost. Tonight he will go down the rabbit-hole, across the borderline, try one more time to break on through to the other side. Perform the ritual. Fight the dragon. No sleep until the sky is pinhole bright in his eyes and he's paid the price of the trip. Lips chapped and coughing up a lung, he'll stumble to his bed in the ocean, dreamless. One Saturday they'll find him staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and wonder who this man was who wore his soul on the outside.Friday Night3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
It's that wonderful day.People are confessing, some already datingIt's that wonderful day.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hearing so much “I love you”, it’s driving someone crazy
So let’s exchange hatred with love and just get along
And celebrate the day by listening to a corny song
Singles shouldn’t cry or start weeping inside
Just wait for the one, even if it takes a long time
Couples show your love, but explicitly has always been grime
Nimble kisses and a hug, anything else will be when you reside
Just remember to show care to the one who’s fair
It’s Valentine’s Day after all, and I’m sure you’re aware
That the “special someone” is waiting for you prepared
To go outside so this wonderful holiday can be shared
The Old Man in WinterA cacophony of ticking clocks; blood in the sinkThe Old Man in Winter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dry skin stretched taut over old bones, yellow teeth
Crumbling white listlessness, wispy hair mud grey
Vivid dreams during rare times of sleep; waiting
Always waiting on something, never knowing what
A wristwatch that stopped after seven years; fear
Old memories replace new plans, talking to ghosts
A race with time that can’t be won, rushing icy river
A gnarled tree, limbs coated with snow, stands for now
Outside of the window where he watches the world
Not a part of it anymore, but still hanging on; shreds
Counting powerline crows while clocks continue to tick
Days flip through like the pages of a book, always
Opening at five AM again; joyless vices now only habits
Retiring early, disappointed with the day’s endeavors
Waiting, ticking, listening for footsteps at the door
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.Mollie's Ribbons5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caught up in a barn somewhere in Oklahoma during a storm where only the dirt blowsthe dust and dirt block out the sun and the air until you get blown away with it. Apparently, poor old Harold had been caught up in that barn for so long (five days according to old Miss Harris) he eventually just smo
Percy's Reaction to Mark of Athena"LET ME IN YOU STUPID EXCUSE OF A WRITER OR I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS ON OLYMPUS YOU WON'T LIVE TO WRITE ANOTHER BOOK!"Percy's Reaction to Mark of Athena3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Maybe you should let him in?" J.K Rowling suggested as Rick Roirdan continued to barricade the door with anything he could find, chairs, books, tables anything that would stop Percy getting through the door.
"Are you crazy? He's going to kill me." Rick replied; his face paling as his voice quivered in fear.
"Then why in the name of the angel did you end the book with "
"RICK RIORDAN LET ME IN! PLEASE?" Percy begged from the other side.
"He won't kill you." Rowling rolled her eyes. "If he kills you then he'll die because he can't live without you." Sighing Rick removed the objects and pulled the door open.
"That sounds like a really messed up love story." Cassandra Clare commented."An author and their character, trapped inside a web of forbidden love..."
"Still a better love story than twilight." J.K added. Stephanie Meyer bit her lip as she hoovere
To My Biology TextbookOn page 159 of my biology textbook, it reads,To My Biology Textbook2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“...cancer is the uncontrolled growth of cells”
as though that could explain everything,
and I thought it did for a time.
But my textbook never warned me
that his skin would pale
to a point where I could see
the blue freight trains
carrying eighteen pills
throughout his frail body.
My textbook never warned me
that his watery irises would freeze over,
that he would hurl insults like knives,
and that he would clench his jaw
as tightly as his fist clenched his wine glass
because the only person to blame is himself,
and he can’t swallow that as easily
as he can the olives in his martinis.
And my textbook never warned me
that it would be this difficult to breathe
because of my acute awareness
that his breaths are limited,
and that there would be nothing I could do
but soldier on searching for that silver lining
clinging to these foreboding thunderheads.
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Forever UnappreciatedForever unappreciated,Forever Unappreciated3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No matter how much I give.
No matter how much I devote.
No matter how much I say.
No matter how much I do.
No matter how much I support.
No matter how much I love.
No matter how much I provide.
Rainbowi.Rainbow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
HateI really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.Hate1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy.
TurquoiseTurquoiseTurquoise3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Turquoise, the combination of two beautiful colors of the spectrum
One represents the skies and peace, the other the nature and fertility
The darker shade of blue even represented an empress, the “Queen of Heaven”
While jade and the emeralds signify growth and harmony
It is the color of balance and blue is the truth
And when you unite the two you get a beautiful combination
Turquoise is the color of water; it is the symbol of youth
It’s aware, it’s healing, and relaxed; the color of communication
It’s peaceful and it forgives, the meaning of tranquility
It is a renewal of life; it’s refreshing and can motivate creativity
It promotes dreaming, new innovations and originality
And best of all it is independent and it strongly believes in personal responsibility
Estas paredes lembram-me de tiEstas paredes lembram-me de tiEstas paredes lembram-me de ti4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lembram-me de confissões e tristezas
de sorrisos e incertezas
E de um amor que perdi,
um coração que quebrei
e uma musa viva que magoei
Inocente e desconfiada
mas não sem as tuas razões.
Roubei-te a inocência,
ganhei-te a confiança
E parti-nos aos dois.
(És livre de me odiar)
Uma camisa e uma cadeira
marcam o vazio
Essa mesma camisa
que tu deves recordar tão bem
(Está tudo como deixaste)
Nunca te vou deixar de sentir
Mas tu não precisas de mim, agora.
Não agora, não neste momento
não desta forma
(E algo me puxa noutra direcção)
Mas não quero que o calor desapareça
Há lágrimas que caem ainda sem certezas
E sentimentos que não morreram
Nem vão nunca morrer
Quero poder abraçar-te
e fazer-te rir como sempre.
Estar junto a ti e apoiar-te.
(Não me ligues às lágrimas)
Será possível a continuação da amizade
Najstraszniejsza potwornosc na swiecieJohn myślał, że widział już wszystko. Noc w noc spotykał się ze śmiercią, strachem, bólem i okropnościami jakich nie chciał widzieć żaden żyjący na ziemi człowiek. Zabijał duchy, wampiry, demony i wszelkiego gatunku potwory. Widok dosłownie rozsmarowanych na ziemi wnętrzności, kawałki ciał czy rozkładających się zwłok nie był dla niego niczym nowym.Najstraszniejsza potwornosc na swiecie4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winchester był przekonany, że nie zobaczy w życiu niczego gorszego nie licząc, oczywiście, żółtookiego (ale ten sukinsyn zaliczał się do kompletnie innej kategorii skurwysyństwa). Jak sam się przekonał, nie mów hop, póki nie przeskoczysz.
Niepewnie spoglądnął przed siebie i zwinął dłonie w pięści. Zacisnął usta w wąską linię. Nie miał broni; żadnego
FlyingHear me read it!Flying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A poem emerges,
a sudden and dazzling spark
blistering the sky with its trail.
It is a paper aeroplane
aflame as it enters your atmosphere.
It begins to burn, to rage -
The lette rs peel of f
a nd d is per s e wi ldly.
These fragments of my words,
my thoughts and hopes;
burn in the nightscape.
They are the stars.
a good love poem to get you in the moodthere is a sadness that lives withina good love poem to get you in the mood7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
liars. i told you once that you meant
more to me than myself, but if i were
truly your friend i would tell you to
i want you to slip from the bed
in the middle of the night while i
am still asleep. i want you to fight
the urge to touch me and trust
that i am honest.
i want you to find your things and
fill your bags with everything that is you
in that place until it is nearly
i want you to fucking leave.
without explanation or one more
ultimatum that you are so fond
of, put that car in drive and don't
you dare come back.
find a studio that
you can afford for two hundred
a month, get a cat, get some
friends that don't matter much
except for filling space. change
your number and if i ever
come begging, pretend that you are not home.
pretend i am some overgrown infant
who has lost their mother (not so far
from the truth,
stuck in a past you won't dare
stick your hands in again).
resurrected in the graveyard.sometimes, i think if i drive with the radio loud enough, i can drown my thoughts.resurrected in the graveyard.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i imagine them blue-faced and purple-lipped, clinging to the sharp edges of my imploding mind. i imagine them gasping for air bubbles and clawing at the walls, fingers going limp, feet twitching before they finally release and sink like stone to the mossy floor.
and in this screaming silence, i find peace. in the midst of the howling verse and raging chorus, i find my mind blank to the fury of the storm. i don't think about bleeding stitches or begging hearts. i don't think about drunken kisses with whiskey-fingers prying reality away. i can forget about burying the pain with raucous laughter, can forget about curling into my past with no desire to face my future any longer.
flying down the freeway, deaf and saltwater-blind, i can claw out a cave in the midst of the chaos and crawl inside the emptiness. i can crank the volume up and let my guard down, relax my white-knuckle grip on sanity, my fierce atte
The Vampire Survival Guide, v1The Vampire Survival Guide, v111 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Section I: What are Vampires?
Vam-pire \vam-pîr\ n 1: a night-wandering bloodsucking ghost 2: a person who preys on other people; esp.: a woman who exploits and ruins her lover 3: vampire bat
There is some nonfiction in that definition, and yet there is much fiction. Myth and reality. To survive the vampire holocaust, we must first understand exactly what it is we are fleeing. A vampire is, in simplest form, a human affected by a horrible dementia-inducing blood disease. These poor souls have, by some means, been infected by a disease similar to anemia, in which blood is short in quantity. Some symptoms are also similar to anemia (Paleness, irregular sleep conditions.) But the similarity ends there.
It was long speculated that the disease, which has been dubbed Neuroplasma (due to its eventual psychological effect), was a virus, but the theory was later discarded after recorded autopsies confirmed that it was indeed caused by an unidentifiable infectious agent
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 79 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 69 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.