Sacchariferousfor the AdmiralSacchariferous3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my dandelions speak of
the kitchen, brimming
with sun-streaked sugar
and mended-over smiles.
floured fingerprints cloud the sky,
but every broken egg is one more yellow flower.
in sweetgrass and flowers
i find white-leaf bandages for cracked shells. coils of
fill the bowl to the brim-
the world is a clean smile
wrapped in sugar.
everything here is white and pale as sugar
gathered to mend your flowered
i wish you'd swallow always fields of
dandelions that brim
with every clean, clear sky.
i'll measure out the sky
in cups of sugar.
fogged upon the rim
of the flour bowl- your fingerprints in flowers.
i'll mix in as many gifts of
sun as you ask, feeling small
in the face of your bandaged smile.
willow leaves and tallgrass skies
tickle white-sun wounds of
cracked-egg dandelions coiled in sugar
caves. bandage bowls with flowers
and their fractured rims
will hold happiness to the brim.
i can't help but smile
when you wrap flowers
in the sky.
my eyes, filled w
Renfield's ClockThe package had no label or return address. It was just left on my front porch, wrapped in layers and layers of packing tape and cardboard, square and slim, about a foot and half in length. It was heavy as I picked it up and rather than open it there on the front porch, I brought it inside, and sealed my doom.Renfield's Clock10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside, I found a clock. It was clearly old, the rim ornately decorated with motifs of vines, and while I was no expert the material was suspiciously reminiscent of gold. It had to be valuable. I was bewildered as to why I'd find such a thing left on my front porch. I turned it over, inspecting each side of it, and that was when the note that had been tacked to the back slipped off.
'To the person who receives this,' the note read, 'I don't know you and I'm really sorry, but I had to get rid of this. It's killed both my husband and children and now it wants me. I'm sorry.'
For a long moment, I just sat there, the note in my hands, s
R.I.P.Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?R.I.P.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
You don't just die.Do you understand?You don't just die.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
But I will.Fight me.But I will.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
The Universal LanguageSomewhere in Prague, in a basement full of obscure books and strange instruments, Doctor John Dee was preparing to commune with the angels. He'd spent a fortnight praying and fasting, purifying himself for the task ahead. Today, the fifth of July, 1586 (Gregorian) was the day he learned the universal language of creation and brought Heaven's kingdom to earth. Today was the culmination of not just his work, but God's plan for all mankind.The Universal Language8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“That which is Below corresponds to that which is Above, and that which is Above corresponds to that which is Below, to accomplish the miracle of the One Thing,” muttered Dee, meditating on everything he had discovered in the past three years. He opened his eyes. It was time.
A scrying crystal sat on a seven-pointed star in the centre of the table. Doctor Dee stared into its depths and opened the book of Aldaraia, exposing the squirming sigils that covered its pages, potent with hidden power. With Talbot's guidance he'd learned to read them
BreakfastOne day, after a very decent night's sleep, I woke up with the strangest hunger for human brains.Breakfast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After wondering intensely about how the odd thought had ever entered my head, I disregarded it, turned over in my bed, and went to sleep for another ten minutes. Of course, this didn't bode too well with my mother, who yelled up the stairs that it was about time that I got up, because I had to get ready for school.
And so I dragged myself out of bed. It was so comfortable, and I was beginning to wonder if last night was the best and most refreshing sleep I'd ever had. In fact, I felt a bit like I wanted even more of it, even though most of the time I would have been quite happy to have just gotten up.
One thing I did notice, however, was that my head felt decidedly odd. Sort of empty. And that hunger for human brains was back again...
I crossed my arms. This was so stupid too many horror movies, I'd decided, even if this was beyond dreamtime. I knew what I n
The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.The old man in the park2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders, my friend
And I will hear the songs in my heart to the end.
So what need have I for these senses, I ask?
If they fail me, my memories shall rise to the task.”
The old dog by his side gives a soft little whine.
Licking his hand as if to tell him it is time.
He smiles and stands, shakes my hand for goodbye.
Then wanders off with a twink
The Goddess's TowerImprisonment leaves plenty of time for regret. There is little to do in those long hours but sit and think on what brought us here and how this came to be, and the overwhelming unfairness of it all – that chance and bad luck brought us to this situation. Here, locked in this lonely room at the roof of the tower, the wan moonlight shining in through the broken slats. No sunlight. Never sunlight, not in that cursed place. Nor the sounds of the outside world, not of the road, of the cars passing by, not even birds or insects. A world removed, silent, alone, and there we were – prisoners for no reason than we happened to stumble into its maw. It was maddening. Infuriating. And that anger was what saved us, in the end.The Goddess's Tower8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were five of us, including myself. I drove and my friend Christine sat in the passenger seat. The boys were all in the back. Big guys, not really boys, but we called them that. The
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Pandoras BoxWring my neck,Pandoras Box2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave me dry,
Open the box,
That will make you cry.
Nightmares of the mind,
Is all you will find.
A millions beast,
From the turn of a key,
Now they feast,
What will we be?.
You unleashed hell,
On our world,
The box is our love,
Our hate was the key.
Now we drag,
Feel reality slag,
And slowly drown.
A thousand fears,
Two thousand ears,
Willing to hear.
GENDERSTUCKHi! So recently an idea has popped up in my little brain...GENDERSTUCK2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You know, when all the Homestuck characters switch genders? Yeah, you know. I do too. So then I also thought of the beautiful Homestuck women. I'm a fangirl so of course I look at Homestuck reader inserts. I love the female characters of Homestuck. (Kanaya, Vriska, Terezi, all the others too.) So I decided to find a reader x Aradia one. Well, I found nothing. At all. (WHY MUST YOU HURT ME IN THIS WAY?) I felt sad for a bit. The show must go on though so I tried to move on.
Then I thought of the Scourge Sisters, hot damn. Now mutliply that hot damn by Scourge Brothers. So I decided to go looking around for a picture of those two. Let me tell you - I liked what I saw. Hot damn indeed dear reader.
The more and more I thought about Genderstuck and Homestuck, the more I fell in love with it. I also love writing & I'm a fan girl.... HMM.......... FUSHION TIME! All together those add up to......................
Deep Waters: Mertroll!Cronus x ReaderIn.Deep Waters: Mertroll!Cronus x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The tide pulled at my body, its influence felt in my very core. My eyes were closed to the clear starry sky. Body completely relaxed as I floated on my back, the cool water moving around me was the focus of attention. The steady sound of waves breaking on the distant shore calmed me like nothing else. Sighing contently, I let the ocean take me wherever it wanted.
Amethyst eyes flashed open. Okay, so maybe I was closer to shore than I had thought.
Grumbling curses under my breath, I rubbed at the new bump forming on my skull. I grabbed onto the offending flat rock that had gotten in my way and pulled myself up.
The mainland of Italy stretched before me. Miles away torch lights twinkled from the landweller homes. The dark forest surrounding the small village gave way to a sliver of white sand. Hills in the background rose from the earth like a dragon curled around its treasure. Moonlight shone off the waves.
The beauty betrayed a deadly sec
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem