Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
What If We Were Poets?Do you ever wonder what it's like to come face-to-faceWhat If We Were Poets?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the planets? To curl your fingers in the air without
meeting thousands of plaster ceilings? What if I showed you
how to cross Saturn's rings, inhale the atmosphere of Venus?
You would enter the Earth (and it's a strange place to call home,
really) with ice crystals at the corners of your mouth and ash
clouds stuck to the insides of your fingernails. Let me tell you,
it's a beginner's worry that you'll burn up in the atmosphere,
but I've had helium and hydrogen daubed on the base of my tongue.
Oh, and do you ever brush past the windows on train carriages
and wonder what cornfields are like when they're your sky
and your Earth's crust? What if I took you to the white cliffs
of somewhere or other and taught you how to spread your wings
and not hit the ground? What if I showed you mazes, and became
the red threads around your thumbs? If you'll just trust me, I'll let you
see that getting lost should only worry you in jungles of co
The Dancing TreesThe Dancing Trees5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Following a stream and honey bees
I came upon The Dancing Trees
T'were in a glade of silver grass
Long after ghostly winter past
I dropped in wonder to my knees
To watch in awe The Dancing Trees.
The elm and ash and willow too
Bent and swayed as wind came through
To choreograph a magic scene
Of graceful limbs so strong and lean
Did entertain and strove to please
As they performed The Dancing Trees.
Playful breeze did come to play
Adding music to gentle fray
Fluttered wings of starlings burst
Sleepy owl awoke and cursed
One-eyed oak tree felt the beat
Shaking free from ancient seat.
Branches touched and twigs were linked
Gyrating now in perfect synch
Faeries around a toadstool danced
Goblins joined in ungainly prance
With joy that moment I did seize
The merriment of The Dancing Trees.
Anorexia NervosaIn the mirrorAnorexia Nervosa3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a girl is sleeping
on mounds of fat,
a gluttony victim
shedding more tears
On the other side,
she drips self-loathing
from every pore,
s t r e t c h i n g
over razor-like collarbones
as she sheds
(almost) as many pounds
Divine MagickTales that swim around incredulityDivine Magick7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
visions of unbroken Magick, divine
phantasm becomes our existence
around us the Magick will shine.
Gathered by the awareness we possess
as one we feel the Magick align
enchanted tales that once felt fictitious
we worship the Magick, divine.
The meaning enriches fradgile faith
the strength overwhelms the spirit
we rest upon belief in our God,
for divine Magick, we feel it.
Sonnet XXIIBut give me leave to love in silence thatSonnet XXII1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
which I cannot possess— and give me such
inspired defiance of the urges at
my breast— and give me strength to never touch
my lips to hers, my soul to her soul— give
me heart and hale to weather every storm
that may unfold: But tell me how to live
without my hand in hers, its honest form—
and tell me how to wake each morn if not
to wake within her arms— and tell me how
I am to carry on, and how I ought
to act and speak and be, around her, now,
and ever: tell me, and I'll on my way
as still and quiet as the passing day.
Sometimes...Sometimes I ruin everything around me...Sometimes...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I don't have all the answers...
Sometimes I can't hold everything together...
Sometimes I screw up...
Sometimes I fail...
Sometimes I'm not enough a reason...
Sometimes what I say doesn't matter...
Sometimes I don't matter...
Sometimes I don't do anything right...
Sometimes I say the wrong thing...
Sometimes it is all my fault...
Sometimes I just want to give up...
But I read your words and you make me
feel like the greatest person in the world...
Create Your Own Fantasy WorldHey there!Create Your Own Fantasy World3 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is my recent project. After stumbling across the article "How to Create Your Own Fantasy World" I became hooked. The article contains 17 steps. I'm uplaoding the first three steps. It is not very detailed yet but I will work on it.
I'm open for ideas, comments and so on...
The ideas are all my own. Do not use them without my permission!
How to Make Your Own Fantasy World
1. Name your place
> Assastor [The main country], Omara [Country beyond the Great Sea]
2. The inhabitants
> Normal Humans [Kings, queens, lords, guards, knights, farmers, craftsmen and so on...]. They are either members of the different houses/clans or are without a house and live in one of the free cities. The members of the Black Guard called "Black Jackets" are without a house after they join in order to make them neutral towards the conflicts between the clans.
> Special kinds of humans [Seers, who are able to catch glimpses of the future and shamans, who have healin powers]. These people a
Too shyOh god, look; He's online.Too shy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your heart lets off a harsh thud before going into a more... pleasant -if I may use that word- hyperdrive.
What should you do? Do you message him? Wait for him to talk to you first? What if he doesn't? You don't wanna seem desperate, but in all honesty, you are...
Just as you're about to cave, he beats you to punch. Your heart leaps with joy. He initiated the conversation! That must mean he likes you... Or at the very least, likes talking to you. You regain your composure as you type what you think is a witty response.
A conversation sparks, and the two of you talk for hours; though to you it feels like just minutes. He actually tells you he has to go rather than just logging off and you two are able to say a proper goodbye.
While you’re happy for that, another fact weighs heavy on your mind…
You still hadn’t told him how you felt.
It would’ve been a perfect opportunity; you were getting along just fine, and the mood seemed right. All
Thiefkings SpeechThere, there, Gentlemen! What do I deserve such rude manners for? One could almoust believe that I am the victim and you are the fiends to blame for my crimes. Ha, indeed, I am a criminal, a scavenger, a thief, a murderer. I steal and I kill and I am a disgusting creep.....just as you. But of course, I am not as good as you are. I do beg your pardon, Gentlemen, I am just a human. Neither a born god nor having a nobel, pretty name to hide behind. There are only nobel motives I could tell.....though I know, you give a shit.Thiefkings Speech2 months ago in Drama More Like This
No, don't smile at me, Mr King! Don't you dare humiliating me like this with your despicable ignorance. You have no idea, what it means to suffer and to loose. You are just a spoiled child. Been loved and cared for all your damn life until today, don't you, Pharaoh?! Tell me, is it a good thing to have a loving mother and a strong, caring father? Don't mind if I ask, Mr King. It is pure curiousity after I cannot remember anymore. 'Tis all gone.....
What a pity.
The Art of Consent: BurlesqueHowever,The Art of Consent: Burlesque3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i can use the rounded corners of
sullen eyes, too-short fingernails,
magnanimous hips, and frosted lips
pressed crackling against the
porcelain dream he
so blackly freed against me.
i am four inches envy and
six inches will,
and completely engrossed in pursuit of
And he, still violent and violet, is there,
unconvinced and scared, and so perfectly
He finds me tied, vaudevillian, to his
falling from mind to mouth,
from mouth to spine.
Where contact confuses
sexually transmitted attention for
sexually transmitted affection,
there is not time to obscure the view that
condemns him to what is malign
and otherwise known as misunderstood.
And i felt his eyes eating up where i stood,
felt my heart burning up what it could,
dropped a flatline to
pick him off my hemline, and understood
what it meant to be in control.
i love the heady derision provoked
simply by the act of undressing, no smoke,
except for that of the opiate crowd and
no mirrors, ex
Look withinDon't sharpen your sword,Look within5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
for the enemy you seek
may be within you.
Monologue - TortureThere are 206 bones in the human body. 8 pints of blood, 24 ribs, and 21 feet of intestine. So much to play with, so little time.Monologue - Torture9 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
The ribs, are the easiest to start with, of course. they take so little pressure. A foot on the ribcage and the lungs are crushed, a moment of weak pain, the breathing...stinted. More pressure, and the oxygen levels decrease, the eyes dim, the lungs burn in longing... and the heaviness on the chest becomes so... unbearable. Bone grates against panting organs and then as weakness overcomes the body there comes the irresistable snap, muffled under layers of tissue. Searing pain as muscle parts from melded bone, the quiet muscular rip, and then the weight is lifted.
A constant struggle for air, sharp bone jammed against shallow, pounding flesh, the mind, desperate for sleep, dare not. Left in a constant state of daze, pain... and breath, are all that matters.
Pain receptors in the human body are surprisingly... resilient. The flicker of a candle across the back
The Sad Story Of Moon And Sun The Sad Story Of The Moon & The SunThe Sad Story Of Moon And Sun4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Sun and the Moon passed each other as they did every day when day turned to night. "Good night Sun." the Moon would say as she rose above the earth. "Guard our people well Moon." the Sun would say as he left the sky to sleep. Moon would admire Sun's rays and Sun would admire Moon's gentle light. It was in this way that the two fell in love.
Moon thought about the situation all night as she watched her people from the night sky. When she met Sun as they were trading places again the next day, she called out to him. " Oh Sun, you shine so handsomely and I love you so very much." The Sun replied. " I love you Moon. I always have. When can we be together?" Moon thought abo
You Can't Stop MeYou Can't Stop Me:You Can't Stop Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cold, I'm sittin' here,
You see me cut the lights out
Stains on the inside;
I'm tired of being wiped out.
Cleaned, like the stone weathered down in the rain,
You wore me down to my core; now let me bring on the pain!
Uh-huh, now let me turn it slow for you all
Uh-huh, I'm grabbin' at the stars till they fall
Uh-huh, I'm never gonna die; I stand tall
Uh-huh, I'm breakin' through this fuckin' brick wall.
You know, that I will be the voice in your mind.
You know, that it will be the lyrical kind
You see, the way I put my words into rhyme
If I was rapping out of rhythm, man this would be a crime.
So hear, my voice and I will make you believe
That I, still have a few tricks up my sleeve.
I'm not, a criminal with a disease
So let me hear you once more, let me make you believe
Uh-huh, I'm turnin' it slow for you all
Uh-huh, I'm grabbin' at the stars till they fall
Uh-huh, I'm n
Stars Can Say Fuck You, TooLungs cough up dust and the blood hardens into rust.Stars Can Say Fuck You, Too4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it possible for this heart to beat? Shriveled lungs can't even extend for breath.
(Do cells really need oxygen anymore?)
And somehow I'm the one left to survive, so don't be surprised when rough hands lead me home.
Did you really think soft hands could have lived through this world alone?
(With the sincerity of a cheese grater, would you accept my apology?)
I know you'll accept it with an Iodine smile and a wounded tongue.
Or was it pride ?
Leaving me here to wonder if I should sink to the bottom with you?
(Oh, how I love to get even.)
Usually meaning the end of my morality but I've sacrificed it for less.
If I make it out of this I'll be bloody as hell, at least I took you with me.
Couldn't we act like this never happened? I told you from the start that I wouldn't get hurt
But you didn't believe that you and me ende
VampireVampire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A living oxymoron
Or a corpse?
A bringer of death
Or a savior of life?
Or a blessing?
On the brink of death
And saved by a vampire's bite
Becoming free of disease and natural death
At the prime of your life
And having it taken by a vampire
Dropped into the abnormal darkness
To be a living human
Blind to the beauty of the world
And ignorant to the problems
Or a vampire
Able to see our faults
Able to understand the true meaning of things
So which is it better to be?
Human or vampire
Always aging to a final death
Or living forever without worry
Surviving in ignorance
Or existing in understanding
A heavy price
But the rewards great
You have to ask
Is the cost of life worth it?
Most people say
That vampires don't exist
But if you look closely around
You see them
Maybe not devilish creatures like you expect
Those hell-destined beings that find their pleasure from our veins
But dark souls, sad and desperate
Desperate for a feeling
These people you will see
Personal Demons“Do you even know what a demon is?”Personal Demons2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Archibald Feeney had never considered himself an overly religious man, but he attended church every now and then, and read the gospel if there wasn’t anything good on the telly, and even said his prayers if there was a lull in his bedtime preparations. It was, however, still a bit of a shock to him when he ran face to face with his religion.
He had popped into the local pub for a fish and chips, having been late from work and disinterested in cooking. There might even be a pint in it for him, though he tried not to succumb to those urges too regularly. No more so than the vicar anyway, who stopped in every Saturday, as regular as clockwork.
It was while Feeney was nursing his lager and waiting for his meal that something came in and sat beside him. It was tall and lithe, with reddish skin that was only beginning to show signs of peeling from a mild burn. It wore no clothes, but its bottom half was clearly quite goat-like. The brown
coltyou can lead a horse to brackish watercolt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or lead him to the sea
but only he can choose to choke,
or stay away, and dig
his hooves into the firmer ground.
i know i am not much to hold onto anyhow.
but if he’s blood,
if he’s blood, i will call him brother,
though a friend by any other term
would still be as sweet
and red as rouge in baton
or as bluebrown as a river in lafayette
or so i've heard, since even if he’s a brother
we have never met,
Him the colt
and i the ocean breeze.
i'm a mess tonight. i'm a mess every single
night’s a wound to my heart
love like a cannibal
and i don’t know what to feel
with my chest the same in someone else’s body.
buck and i do not pull the bit
instead, i bleed like a tributary
and wonder like a longlost in silence
does that make me weaker,
or stronger than the beast
of burden, neck sinewy and stretching away
and if he’s blood, call him brother
call him brother by name
lead the hors
You'd think twiceYou'd think twice,You'd think twice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you would.
If you knew the truth
of what I've done.
I've hurt myself,
and I can't promise
I won't do it again.
I'm broken down,
and not very pretty
in the first place
so if you knew everything else
you would think twice
I know almost certainly.
For why have someone that is
broken and insecure
when you can have
someone with less problems?
why go after me,
when there's someone better?
who has no scars,
who has not hurt their family.
someone that is not damaged.
yes I'm pretty sure
you would think twice
about liking me
if you knew the whole truth.
because why have me
when there's someone
that isn't broken
Star SwallowerShe'sStar Swallower4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her head, a stadium drowning with applause.
yet its seats are empty like the notebooks
where armies of words should be marching.
instead she dismantles clocks
thinking she can play with time.
behind the mountains lurks a darker reasoning
a twisted labyrinth of rationalizations
hidden from the suns brilliance.
Years alone beneath the bleached fluorescent
reading those already dancing in the moonlight.
she is living a literary half-life through them
hiding from the symmetry of the writer.
licking salty rocks of excuses.
saving her secrets for posthumous excavation.
decades of productivity left for moths to chew.
you're throwing coffins into the sea
with each day that passes wordless.
denying us the sweet whistles from inside your skull.
meaningful, impacting stories only you could pen.
Stop climbing broken staircases
towards the pale summer stars of obscurity.
these are still fruitful years of beauty.
remove your armor.
claw beyond your fears.
allow us into your wonderla
Vietnama cellar door was beginningVietnam5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to open somewhere in all of us
emerging somewhere between
the throat and the spine,
spitting out ink as it burrowed deeper,
giving a new place to hide and store
smiles for better days,
a place for matchbooks and
milk cartons and anything in-between
a place to harbor unkept promises and
other multitudes of sorrow.
had been placed on shelves with chipped
high above the earth
were brought underneath us once again
at this not-quite cemetery,
the all-encompassing "i-love-you"
buried deeply in the mix
of scattered blades and bones
as we learned
how to confront skeletons
belonging to strangers other than ourselves.
from passing by the roses strewn
at the feet of the fallen and feeling
the names of the dead on the cold, wet
stone, there became a certain
satisfaction in breathing
and even more in realizing we still could.