Monster DisguisesMonster Disguises4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too often I find myself being a vampire
A vampire for love, sucking out attention from every vein I can find.
But it always ends with a stake through my heart,
Emptying it for all the stolen affection, replacing it with pain and agony
Too often I find myself being a werewolf
A creature changing shapes to fit in where I can.
But it always ends with a silver bullet
Piercing through my disguise, nailing me to whom I really am
Too often I find myself being a zombie
A walking dead following the stream with no mind of my own
I always wish to be decapitated
To die and rise again with a life of my own
With a will power to slay all of my monster disguises.
Yautja Vocab and Alphabet.Yautja Vocab and Alphabet.5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Yautja → English
* agaj'ya - Realm
* bhu'ja - Ghost/Soul/Spirit
* bpi-de - End
* ch'hkt-a Nervous/Hyper-active/Excited
* c'jit - Expletive
* dhi'rauta - Cunning
* dto - Forest/Jungle/Woodland
* gahn'tha-cte - Ruthless
* gkei'moun - Easy/Simple
* guan - Night
* h'chak - Mercy
* h'dlak - Fear
* h'dui'se - Smell/Scent/Odor/Musk
* halkrath - Shadow
* ikthya-de - Umbra
* ju'dha - Water
* kiande - Hard
* kehrite - Training Hall/Dojo
* ki'cte - Enough
* kjuhte - Void
* kwei - Sly
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
DesolationYoung child all that I see,Desolation7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the tears that moisten your eyes.
Strings that hold you prisoner,
your feet and arms, bow tied.
Anger, wrath builds upon,
the desolate child you are.
God forsaken for eternity,
cursed to not get far.
Disorder holds a remedy,
the cure to all happiness.
the curse to never trust.
Fill my soul with poison,
through the dusty kiss of death.
Solitary calls me,
it is my time to rest.
KodakShe is a scavengerKodak7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Keeping them all
In her treasure horde
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
RainRain3 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
Hold OnFor what its worthHold On6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life isnt easy
But I suppose it isnt meant to be.
Its not easy
Knowing what youre worth
Knowing you're the one that gets hurt.
But when you cant take it (Hold on)
Dont look at the past
Dont let life get you down (Hold on)
Dont act too fast.
Ive seen you fly on these broken wings
If you give up now
Youre gunna come crashing down.
I dont wanna see you fall
But Ive got no choice at all, now.
Youve got to decide
To sink or swim.
Youve got to choose, if to pursue
This life youre in.
But if you cant take it
Give into temptation
Let life drag you down
I know you wont resist
But I wont watch you drown
And pretend you cease to exist
26 LettersI'm playin' with 26 letters26 Letters7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And trying to
To capture your
Into proper proportions
But 26 letters just arent enough
26 letters just wont do
God Rest the ParentGod rest not the soldier, but the parent.God Rest the Parent2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For carrying the words his departed son meant.
For watching his son go leave his home.
To fight for a belief that was not his own.
For watching his son go off to die.
To fight the king's war, to fight for a lie.
Fighting battle after battle as War's fires rage.
Getting killed for the war that noblemen wage.
But woe to the father, who is beset by grief.
His son died alone, like a fallen leaf.
Lost in a valley, taking cover behind rocks.
Woe to the father, for he returned home in a box.
His dad understood war; so savage, so wild.
But no parent should ever have to bury his child.
But take heart, dear father; into God's arms he will run.
But God rest your soul, for you had to bury your son.
So God rest the soldier, for being an errant.
But God rest as well, not the soldier, but the parent.
Staring at the sunSo bright...Staring at the sun2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing in the sky...
I watch and sigh
such a light could never be contained on our feeble earth
so i gaze
and watch the beautiful goddess rise
so golden and so bright
I am blind.