Empty GardensIt was a wine-petaled pansyEmpty Gardens3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that my mother pruned from the garden box;
it reminded me
that I had blossomed late and wilted.
At fourteen I created pansy petals of my own,
waking up with hot-fisted cramps
and the proof I was a woman.
I was not a rose, perennial,
as I went from blooming monthly
to not at all.
I would rather spend a day
curled up like the fetus I may never carry
than flat on my back wondering
why God allowed worse women than me
to bear children.
Jungle queenJungle queenJungle queen7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
(Woman into tiger)
Lee, we really should be getting back to camp. Mark said anxiously. I know, I know, I just want to see if I can find the source of that sound. I think its a waterfall. She protested. But were already a few hours walking from camp! Mark whined. You complain too much. Lee snapped.
Lee was the leader of an expedition into a Chinese jungle to search for the elusive white tigers. So far their expedition had failed miserably. She was 29 years old with black hair and the deepest black eyes, a very beautiful Chinese lady. She had been sent to Cambridge university and gotten a masters in biology. There was a reason shed been picked to lead here.
Presently, She and Mark, her co-captain, were scouting ahead. Very far ahead. They had two weeks to find something important or else pack up and go home, and Lee was not about to give up her search. But right now, water interested her m
runaway cowgirlRunaway Cowgirlrunaway cowgirl8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By the shadow demon
Walking down a endless highway, Sarah wonder how far she could go when her mother would find her, for a week ago Sarah had great argument with her mother, Sarah always hated when her mother never gave any fun For this Sarah decided to make her suffer by running away.
Now In country where the only thing alive was the cattle in the paddocks next to the highway, turning her attention to the paddock to her left. Sarah did note a road leading away from the highway, she look down the high way to see that it bee miles until she will hit the same road.
If I cut through the paddock, She said out load Ill get their quicker then just going around
Making her mind up, Sarah slowly walks toward to the fence then pause to read a sign on the wire of the fence.
No trespassing it read, those how enter without permission shall be punished
Looking around, Sarah couldnt see anyone only cattle.
becoming part of the stockBecoming part of the stockbecoming part of the stock8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By the shadow demon
(Woman into cow)
Jo as she preferred to be known as, it seemed that every time she heard Joanne she always felt that she was in trouble.
At the age of 17, long hazel brown hair with eyes to match, she was indeed a very beautiful farmers daughter.
Jo always had the idea of taken over her fathers dairy farm, if Drake was still working at that time. Drake was a young farmer in training, her father always gave him a hard time but by the end of every day they always sat down and had a chat. Only being one year older then she was with short dull blonde hair, sky blue eyes with a short but ruff goatee and well built, Jo just loved every time that she saw him but also doubt it that she was too nervous and too shy to even say hi.
One day, her father came up to her.
Listen Jo, Ive got to go to a farmers convention so I wont be here for two weeks so can you take care of house? Her father asks
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
Jelsa (4): There are things which never changeHer white braid stood out from the multitude. In the past, I would have flown towards her and surprised her by appearing in front of her, like I knew she loved me to. But I could no longer do that. Not here, at least. I threw myself towards the zebra crossing without even checking whether the lights were green for me, consequently having to dodge a car which just by chance didn’t run over me. I worked my way through the crowd which, even though they could finally see me, their routine seemed to absorb them so much that they appeared to be blind.Jelsa (4): There are things which never change2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Elsa!” I cried
She stopped short in the middle of the sidewalk, her hands hidden inside her blue jacket’s pockets in order to pretend to feel as cold as the rest of the humans. She did overact sometimes…
“Hello, Jack” she smiled.
There was something in her enormous blue eyes, which occupied almost half her face and her immensely black eyelashes, which contrasted with the tone of her skin, that stopped
Save Me From MyselfIt's the same thing each and every night.Save Me From Myself7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been stuck for far too long in my mind without light.
I've been trying for so long to find my way out
But I find myself to be wandering all about.
Someone, please help me to find an escape.
I don't want this empty abyss to be my eternal fate.
Take my hand, I beg you, and lead me away from here.
Lead me from the hatred, the woes, the suffering, and all I fear.
Give me a chance to try and live among you in the light.
I only want to thrive; I don't want to start a fight.
I'm just so tired of trying to make it on my own.
Every time I think I've found my way my life is overthrown.
I'm tired of the suffering, the aching and bleeding pain.
A bit of peace and happiness is all I want to gain.
Save me from this life before I mistake to condemn myself.
Help me find the light and maybe save me from myself.
Ninjago: The Zane Version Zero TheoryUPDATE: In light of recent events, including the naming of the figure in the original poster, an addendum to this theory has been added.Ninjago: The Zane Version Zero Theory3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Do you think that maybe the reflection in Zane's eye is a robot/cyborg of sorts? It would explain the armor and visor, and why it is that Zane is the one seeing him.
I recieved this interesting comment from Lincelot1 (link to their profile in the description) on my previous theory, concerning Season 4 and the 'Purple Ninja', a commonly theorized person that supposedly will show up in the fourth season.
However, this comment and our back-and-forth responses spawned an even bigger, better, more complete theory - one that relies on no information other than canon and what was offered by the poster LEGO released, shown
Bite meBite me, Christabella, taste my blood.Bite me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sooth you its exquisitely beautiful.
I want to be with you,
I want to hunt for blood with you,
Diverge together through the everlasting night,
And divide all blood 'til dawn of the light.
At daylight I'll lay in your exquisite arms
And sleep all day, so warmth and alive.
It will be beautiful, with you by my side.
Vampires together, wait and see.
Never say forgotten, never be forgotten.
Because, my love, I love you.
Poetry Self-Edit ChecklistPoetry Self-Edit Checklist4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Poetry Self-Edit Quick Start Guide and Checklist
The idea behind this is to give newer poets a way to better edit their poetry themselves, without having to rely as much on an external editor. It can be frustrating, especially for new poets to request feedback from a friend, or worse, to post a poem, and have all of the responses be about grammatical errors and other details. We write poetry to convey ideas and emotions, and when something is off technically about the poem it distracts the reader. When a reader is distracted enough to notice an error or other problem it means they might spend the time they might otherwise have spent glowing about your poem to post a comment correcting you instead.
After this introduction is over the checklist will be as brief as possible while retaining its utility. The idea is to serve as an organizational tool and a reminder rather than to educate on effective
I love you, Elsa“Your sister has not come back yet.”I love you, Elsa2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The memory of those words echoed in my mind, cutting like ice.
Jack had left a few moments ago and overflew the zone, searching for Anna. I still held onto the small but vital hope that she would appear by Arendel's doors at any moment and therefore wandered in circles waiting for her, blinded by the thick mist that I, myself, created.
I suddenly distinguished a dark silhouette coming towards me. My heart missed a beat. “Anna”, I thought. But I soon discovered that it was not her at all. It was too late by then.
“Elsa! You can no longer escape from this!”
I abandoned my futile attempt to escape, and pleaded, “Simply take care of my sister.”
I perfectly understood why Hans was looking for me, why he had imprisoned me. Well, actually, no, I couldn’t understand it. His duty was to kill me, for Arendel’s sake. For Anna’s sake, even. For his own sake. But he had preferred
ALONEHow I feel at any momentALONE1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can I tell someone
and what will they do
when I want to
so dearly and helplessly,
to run away from this world?
And because I am so strong
I am able to live a life
full and not dull
My thoughts and my mind
let my true feelings
that have been bubbling up
all let out
in a burst of painful emotion
I wish that I
didn't always feel so
I wish that I
could find a way
to rid myself
of these horrid thoughts
I wish that my true emotions
would show through
when I can be consolled
and not be
In the end
will I always be so
Where am I when a hug
would cure me of
the simplest or most complicated distress?
Where will I always be
when consolation would be great?
Upon A kiss of Wild ThingsLike the frosts spread across valleys silent and drearyUpon A kiss of Wild Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years.. the tides became deserts
Thru seasons untamed, I hunted and found her gaze,
peering in a song deep and hallowed
Horizons quivered like ghosts cast in Winter’s dream
— where hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my dread:
I am but madness, haunted by her solemn breath
My soul shall yield to this mythic abyss —
wandering forests bereft of Autumn’s decree
We are warriors in a ballet of snow darkly falling;
betwixt worlds forgotten, and lives entombed ...
‘Whispers in the mist — two spirits — forever calling
— Arthur Crow © 2013
ConnectedThis is a world of broken livesConnected1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where no one knows to care,
Where no one gives a second thought
To why they're never there
In support of their fellow man
Like everyone should be.
I thought this was supposed to be
The land of the free.
Do you want to know the problem
Of why we can't exist
In harmony and charity
Instead of fighting cuff to fist?
We don't stay connected
Like we did so long ago.
Sure, we have our social networking
But what does that have to show?
We use them to upload selfies
Or posts with words or less.
This world that we live in
Has become a righteous mess.
Let's use them for what they're made for,
To stay connected with the few
Who mean so much to each of us.
And think what else we could do!
We can meet new people from round the world
And blend together our cultural lives.
Don't abuse this gift we've been given.
I challenge each of you to strive
To change your foolish ways
Of posting nonsense for us all to see.
Connect with the world like you''re meant to.
Suicide AwarenessSuicide Awareness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only one person cared,
it could change her perspective.
But that doesn't matter,
when she's no longer respected.
Throughout the day she's constantly taunted,
the lingering remarks of which she's constantly haunted.
Funny how one can believe in a fragile world bent and broken,
to say things to this poor girl that should be left unspoken.
You see, she fakes a smile everyday,
yet all she wants is for them to go away.
But after all the things they say,
it doesn't really matter anyway.
She knows what she must do,
and do what she must.
To take that blade covered in rust.
Slitting her skin with blood that deemed red,
To know this is the last day she will spend.
She was always alone, but don't you see?
The things I could've prevented if you were with me?
Suicide is a serious topic, along with self harm as well. Please, if you're ever thinking of something like that, don't hesitate to come talk to me. After all, I do care, and isn't one person enough to change your way of th
Stay With MeStay With Me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want some beauty,
Like how the light just hit's your face.
but will it work out in the masterplan?
Please don't listen to what they don't understand.
Let these questions fall like peace in the night.
So some nights are harder then the next for this to work
but I know, I know,
If you stay with me our hearts can grow.
so just stay with me cause your all I need.
Let our hearts run away like a freight train
and let the letter be written in the skies by a plane.
Oh, won't you stay with me?
'Cause you're all I need.
This ain't love, it's clear to see,
But darling, stay with me.
So I can show you what's love supposed to be.
OP : Among the DebrisI saw you in the dusty rays,OP : Among the Debris2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dancing mirage of soul.
You spoke and the world waited,
It’s very breath suspended in awe.
Your forest eyes faded and lonely—
They reflected a time long ago,
When you played beneath the trees…
When your heart sang a steady beat—
You died that day, didn’t you?
You died… and no one wept for you.
I just want you to miss meI want there to beI just want you to miss me10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cotton in your brain
and bubblegum on your tongue,
because every time
you try to speak,
my name makes it go numb
I want you to smell
my sweet perfume
in your clothes
and in your hair,
I want you to whiff your skin and think:
I wish that she was here
I want you to feel
the warmth of my breath
when the winter air grows cold,
and hear your creaking
bones and say:
"Together, let's grow old"
Six months later
I'm so alone,
I just want you to miss me.
The Mask He WoreThe Mask He Wore4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He wore a mask
For the mask I fell
Head over heels
Deep into a well
A well full of lies
And brimming with tears
That poured from my eyes
For the boy I held dear
The mask he wore
I gave it my trust
And into my heart
A knife it did thrust
A knife as cold and cruel
As any lethal blow
My head falls in sadness
And he knows that I know
That mask he wore
I tore it away
What I saw underneath
I do not wish to say
All my hopes, all my dreams
Smashed beyond repair
He let me go, down I fell
Fell deep into dark despair
Dear the girls who...This is to the girls who believe they're not pretty enough for someone.Dear the girls who...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Who wake up early to get ready.
Who put on a smile.
Who try everyday, when they don't need to.
Who starve themselves, because they think they're not skinny.
Who cut to not feel alive but to remind themselves they are.
Who are shy and find it hard to trust.
Who will never believe that someone loves them.
Please remember that.
You don't need to try.
Everyone is beautiful.
As long as you're happy.
That's all that matters.
Leere - EmptinessLeere füllt mich ausLeere - Emptiness4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
von unendlicher Schwere
das Gewicht tausender Sonnen
abermilliarden von Tonnen
ziehen mich in die Schwärze hinaus
Ein Vakuum nur durch meine Haut verborgen
nur die müden Knochen stützen noch
die Seele, in keinem Hafen geborgen
verflüchtigt sich in einem dunklen Loch
Die Sehnsucht treibt im Nebel dahin
schwindet aus meiner Sicht
meine Leidenschaft fand sich darin
mein letzter Funke Licht.
Emptiness fills me out
a infinite burden
the weight of thousands of suns
billions of tons
are dragging me into blackness
A vacuum only hidden by my skin
only the weary bones support yet
the soul, sheltered by no haven
vanishes into a dark hole
Longing drifts away into the fog
fades from my view
my passion was found inside
my last spark of light.
Ebbing BreathThe utterance of sorrow beneath her wings,Ebbing Breath6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispering secret syllables into her ear,
As she ascends to some distant shore.
Her fear, a bleeding sore,
Mingling blood with tears,
Yet she will not cease her voyage.
She will push on,
Until her last ebbing breath,
Until all the days of her life are utterly spent
A resolute warrior of light.
moonhe reads to her, tells her what it was like to be a sailor of the seas on the moon. "don't stop talking," she tells him, dozing off, imagining the seas of zephyr.moon3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
spyglass on the moon a million miles away, the ether shatters by a little girl on her toes, standing on her mattress, clinging to her window above. stain glass eyes in the wake of moon and she breathes as the sea slamming onto the pane, receding and reaching; clouding and clearing. her breaths reach the moon and the moon reaches back with her hands pressed to the girl's eyes.
"one day," she tells the moon, the boy still at her bedside, "you and i will be together."
UncertaintyThis place that i'm atUncertainty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This place where i dwell,
toil and pace.
Driven purely by
mortality this challenge to
comfort, this challenge to
sloth, to peace.
like building the foundations
for hope on a wave.
This place founded
on uncertainty never
knowing yes or no
black or white filthy
uncertain uncertainty prospers
mocking (indirectly) clarity.
This place where vexing indifference flirts.
this place where I'm at,
yes, it hurts.