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
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.
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 Clock9 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
ShyIn my world there's fun and adventureShy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your world I'm quiet
In my world when I talk, I don't hinder
In your world I hide it
I've got so much to say
I think of talking, but wont
You won't hear me anyway
I try, but then I don't
In your world you call it Shy
I want to come out
truly I try
but I hold back, no doubt
I just want to be friends
and make people grin
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.
A Victim Always WinsDear victims (please read),A Victim Always Wins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes they just don’t believe
That what they’re doing to you
Could leave scars beneath your sleeve
A wound within your heart
A broken dream upon your mind
A tear fallen out of innocent eyes
A tragedy on rewind.
But, please don’t give up on this…
This battle fought inside
This war where you are left tied up
While they shoot you with lies.
Please, you know they’re the ones
That will never make it through
The reality of this world,
By hurting people like you.
Please, don’t give up,
Just keep fighting this battle within
And remember, while you may be the victim…
The victim always wins.
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
How To Write A First Chapter We all know the importance of the first chapter. Of the first line. This is what draws your readers in, and even if they're going to fall off a 900 meter cliff you need to make sure they do not drop the book! Or in this case, computer, or even phone. What I do is I read the first paragraph of the piece, and skim along the pages. If it's boring? I put it down and move on. I bet literary agents are doing the same thing. If the first pages are good, (or in this case, first "part" or even chapter) then your reader will assume the rest of the story is good. But if they aren't, who's to say the rest of the story won't be the same way?How To Write A First Chapter1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In the first paragraph, do not have an "info dump"!!!! Just pilling all these back-stories and info straight from the beginning will bore your reader. Even if your character is living in some magical enchanting place where they can only do this and that and so on, do not tell them straight from the beginni
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 Language7 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
Pit's NightmareOur young angelic hero was making his way through the cavernous hallway, trying to find the inner sanctum of the temple.Pit's Nightmare2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Why am I here again, Lady Palutena?”
“We are looking for a sacred treasure, Pit. Apparently, Medusa wants to get her hands on it so we need to retrieve it first,” replied the Goddess of Light through telepathy.
“Don’t worry, Lady Palutena! I’ll grab the treasure as fast as I can and then we can stop Medusa!” exclaimed the young angel as he entered the inner sanctum.
“Don’t think it will be that easy, you brat,” said a voice that made Pit jump in surprise.
Turning around to see who spoke, only to be filled with fear when he saw the culprit.
The magic veggie man smirked at the fear he heard. “That’s right! So you’re the one who has come for the treasure, huh? I guess it’s a good thing I’m here then, otherwise you
I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,I Am Flawed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
Rolling Girl - English TranslyricsRolling Girl - English Translyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
One lone girl is forever looking on
At dreams that are beyond her reach
Without end every thought inside her head
Keeps on spinning around, keeps on spinning around
"Nothing's wrong" she would mutter to herself
The words were blown away by the windstorm
Worthless now, worthless then
Every time I find mistakes in myself again, I'll roll these dice of mine
One more time, one more time
"I am gonna roll again this will be the last one"
The girl would say, the girl would say
Playing with the meaning of every word she uses
"Can't you stop?"
"I still have to roll"
"I can't see a future no matter where I look"
"I think the time's come to stop breathing."
Just a girl who is running out of rolls
The colors still elude like a dream
Words collide on the voices which they ride
Any meaning is lost, any meaning is lost
"Nothing's wrong" she had said that once before
And now those words have turned into ashes
Nothing matters, I don't care when
Every hill is an invitation to repeat the same mistakes ag
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 Tower7 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
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.