HauntingsHauntings9 years ago in Open More Like This
Purgatory. with darkness comes
the pounding of thoughts,
like a thundering waterfall that remains
so hellishly silent.
Dreaming, eyes open,
With primordial illusions
that lash our eyelashes
with songs screaming of the Dead
and tea leaves left bare, predicting
Poltergeists chant their everlasting requiems
for the Living, as we stare into eyeholes
the butterfly tilts its wing to'ard the Cathedral,
past tombstones marking history with pessimism,
lilting, hope upon fragile fragments
of a tattered body that will give out
in no less than two kilometres.
([above] the Ocean.)
Earth's AngelsEarth's Angels8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing but the sound
Of crying angels
Shrill cries of pain
Echo thru the land
Angels fall to Earth
No longer able to fly
Wings ripped out to the roots
Who knew angels could bleed
Just as we mortals do
To walk and mingle
With the human race
They must do
There's no other choice
Their beauty and grace
Their love and kindness
Still seen today
Their blood and seed
Mingle with man
To create the angels of earth
To put some heaven in this hell
So was the choice
Of that handful of angels
To leeave their heavenly
Self datedSelf dated9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel most glamorous when I walk
through Target. Look at the sheeple,
now look at me. I've got a
pinstripe blazer. I "do poetry."
I listen to Gwen and Lindsay
but only for the irony. I understand
the Xbox 360 and Lost in Translation
on more levels than you ever do.
And all I'm coming in here to buy
is a marked-down jar of J. Crew.
SoA- Ch 1 final draftSoA- Ch 1 final draft11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1- "One of Many"
Ránëv dropped the stiletto knife on the floor, calmly watching the little rivulets of crimson run down her arm and drop from the end of her delicate fingertips. The drops made perfect little circles upon the hardwood floor of her bedroom, perfect little tears. She clenched her jaw, though not from any kind of pain, and leaned back on her bed, careful not to get any of the scarlet on her perfect white quilt. Her jade green eyes she then turned to the ceiling which was decorated in a hundred little glow-in-the-dark stars all arranged to mirror the shapes of constellations.
She hadn't done it. No more than she had done so last time. Every time she tried, her mother's words echoed in her mind, softly spoken on the day she died in the hospital. Her voice had been soft, and an angelic smile had graced the woman's face, making her appear ten years younger and without a single care in the world. "The hardest thing about life, Rain, my angel, is living i
Love But Do Not TouchI have fallen in love with a bubbleLove But Do Not Touch7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dancing dream of floating silk
A damp and fragile rainbow orb
Of shining light and glass and milk
I fell in love once
Oh, not for me the humble soap
I care not for 'perfumed', 'fresh', or 'mild'
I shudder at it's caustic gleam
I long for its more graceful child
They laughed at me
before I could explain
How I choke beneath its oiled film
smothered by its foaming breath
detergent makes me feel quite ill
and poisons me with fear and death...
I want one thing.
But I can't reach.
Oh, let me dance out on the wind!
throw me out into the air!
though our union be fraught and brief
may we meet for a moment there!
Longing is hard
Loss is harder.
Oh dear beloved floating bubble
our union was short and sweet
I lost my leafed soul to your dance
as you swept by my rooted feet
You were beautiful
And I miss you already
Girl Alarm ClockGirl Alarm Clock12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun sets unasked
and rises again without the
But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams
that make moan and flutter
quiver of over-warm flesh
smooth inseam of thigh
wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
pull at her eye strings
make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
and her lips twitch
on hot mornings
I watch her naked sleep
Wild Flower Crimes When I crush the head of a clover bloom, the scent carries me to that far off field where my weed battered knees cut trails by the blackberry bush. Where the old man let us feast on his jam flavored crop of wild fruit, and told us tales of when his hair was crowned with dandelion fluff. Where the overhead hum of power lines cursing the heat of summer was the only thread we used to find our way back home. Where the king of the day was crowned based upon who found the biggest possum skull, or smashed the tallest crawdad hole; swearing he fought off its occupant, who was the size of Bobbys dog. Back then, the trash of ditches was pirate swag, or royal treasure. A baseball bat swollen with ditch water was a giants club. A thorny weed was the last proof of an ancient forest.Wild Flower Crimes7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time ran slow there, meandering with bees tha
Bound Here ForeverBound Here Forever7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound here forever
Bound here forever
Never to wander
This prison my home
This pillar my bed
The darkness my lover
Tenderly she wraps herself
Around my tormented soul
This prison my home
This pillar my bed
Bound here forever
Gravedigger - OneGravedigger - One8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
And after the storm
The body of Rafell the Magistrate lay in state beside the hole he was soon to inhabit. The family, of which there were few, and the friends, of which there were even fewer, had already deserted the graveside. They left Graves and his apprentice to nail down the lid and lower the Magistrate into the earth.
Rain was falling. Graves glanced up at the drab, weeping sky. 'Rain's puddling. Good wood that. Going to spoil fast, mind.'
His apprentice gravedigger nodded simply to acknowledge that he had heard.
Graves shook his head, looking left, down the slight incline of the hill towards the great iron cemetery gates, through which Magistrate Rafell's nearest and dearest had hurriedly left, encouraged by the first heavy drops of rain.
'T'aint right, Perin, my boy. Family should wait 'til the departed is proper interred. T'aint right for them to leave like that.'
Perin said nothing. He was not a dramatically intelligent boy but he knew enough. He knew enough abou
This Is Not Tom WaitsThe bone gull dances over the shore,This Is Not Tom Waits6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I pull my heart out
From the jawbones of the sky,
Ice-rimmed and fiercely brittle
In my dripping hands,
My fingers broken by hope,
And shadow stained nails
Clutch at a scalding vodka soul.
And behind my hair-run-ragged,
A broken door gapes wide,
And the wounded shack sulks, silently,
Waiting to cradle
The heart that I pulled
From the clenched jaw of the skies,
But the sky pulled back
On my tender dream of meat.
Stretched tendons and bloody drops
Run out into the iron froth,
Marring the sparks of weeping eyes
And turning the blood aside to flood
The iron-blind tarmac street.
Blood of Gold"You'll never be beautiful, Leralia. There's too much of your blood-mother in you." It was Kasea, her father's first-wife who'd said that, when Leralia was still young and untrained enough to indulge in occasional fits of vanity.Blood of Gold5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Faced, for the first time, with man who was to be her husband, Leralia thought again of those words. Too much of her blood-mother to ever be beautiful: hair too curly, face too square, breasts too small. But there was value to blood beyond beauty, value enough that she now sat in a room with a wealthy man who would take her as his first-wife. As her mother had been, until her death had given that position to Kasea.
The man, Joesen, lowered his wine and did not look up as Leralia leaned in to refill it. He had not looked at her overmuch since his arrival. But when he'd brought her hand to his lips, he had smiled, and the smile had not been cruel or forced. It had made her think him still young, that smile. Her father didn't smile. Her named-brothers, only rarel
NightmareFalling asleep I lay tossing and turningNightmare9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As images form, my eyes begin burning
Specters start taunting my unsettled mind
My waking reality I leave behind
Drawing me deeper, the dream taking form
As subconscious horrors, a nightmarish storm
Invisible phantoms spurring my fears
A seemingly endless funhouse of mirrors
Reflecting illusions, nothing is real
Blood falls like tears, refusing to heal
Darkness creating an endless abyss
The cold is mind-numbing—death's gentle kiss
Then come the serpents of my own design
Attacking my flaws, wherever they shine
Straight through the curtain behind which I hide
But nothing is secret when dreams coincide
With deep-suppressed fears of being alone
Wandering blindly into the unknown
No weapon to speak of, no way to defend
From these astral monsters that appear without end
Black-feathered demons with hate in their eyes
Appear out of nowhere from twilighted skies
Basking in bliss among feelings of terror
Passing with ease through the thick, heavy air
OptimismNo matter what falls, don't fall with it. You'll always have something to hold onto when you fall through. You'll always have your hopes, dreams, aspirations, and the friends who back you up.Optimism6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Push forward, hold the line, but never fall back. Keep at step with your dreams. Let your goals take you and your friends away and never worry.
Keep the bright sun about you, and enjoy life as you grab hold of what keeps you alive.
People may die all around you. People may suffer and cripple, and claim that there's nothing left. But there's always something left. Something that humanity has,always had and always will have: hope.
Feel the wind in your face. Breath in the air. Let the atmosphere and the nature envelope you in love and hope.
Find out just how wonderful it truly is to be alive.
Kiss the RainThe clouds gathered in the sky, what did we care? We had each other. As droplets fell, we danced arm in arm, like foolish children in love. Patterns we traced in the collected pools. The earth was beautiful then, wet and pure. Your eyes caught mine, so entrancing and captivating they were. You put your lips on mine, it felt like kissing the rain. I wanted to hold you forever.Kiss the Rain9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Things are so different now, so unfamiliar. I've forgotten how things were before. I wish I could take back what I said. Futile regrets they be. Wounds have healed, scars take their place. It's strange where life leads us. Can you depend on anything at all now? I wonder, if just for one moment, could I again kiss the rain?
108801PLANESCAPE108801PLANESCAPE9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your shiver-smile is exultant.
i thought that
while i waited for the
suns to fall,
i would sing quietly
of the planescapes;
and how we, hand in hand
held the rising
jewels of the eternal apex
in that void, brimming with
life and interstellar
"your shiver-smile is exultant,"
i breathed in your ear
while you frosted over
and when again the suns
did climb to their zenith,
we were seen
as nothing less than
made of superstrings
When Immortality DiesWhen Immortality Dies10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching the water drain
From puddles, oceans, rivers, lakes
As the colour fades from within your eyes
Because the end is all it takes...
You see flashes of what once was
Of wars waged, and battles fought
Many deaths, births, and lives once lived
And to this world, just what they brought
You see tears of both despair and joy
The glory and faults of choices we make
And the story behind the faces
In the pictures we like to take
Then you see us now;
Do not be blinded by the light
Of what society has come to
And these wars against our 'brothers' we fight
Do not close your eyes
As you see what we will become;
A great, smouldering, ashen rock,
For to ourselves, we shall succumb
Tomorrow never did come
And Today never did end
Yesterday had never left
Nor what we refuse to comprehend
So eternal peace now shrouds you
And a tear sprouts from your eye
After seeing humanity pass before you
After watching immortality die...
Eripmav - 1Eripmav - 19 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter One: The Change
He knew there was no escape. He knew it from the moment he heard the crash at his front door. But his pride (and maybe a touch of his fear) would not allow him to call for help – not that he could have received any since the phone-line was cut – nor was he able to look for an opening and make a run for it.
He was being hunted.
He didn't know why he was the chosen prey or even who the stalker was. But he did know that they were watching him as he huddled in his bedroom closet, the darkness hopefully hiding him from the hungry eyes that were somewhere in his apartment. He waited and watched from a crack in the double doors.
His heart pounded so hard he was sure it would wake the rest of the neighborhood. He held his breath, trying to calm himself down, but only succeeded in making more noise it seemed, as his head began to throb as well. His lungs were starting to burn for air, so as quietly as he could, let out his breath and gulped a new one.
He looked at
Human, BeingHuman, Being5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There was a time, not long ago, I would have given anything to be something else.
Ever since I was little I wanted to be an animal. It didn't really matter what animal, as long as it was an animal. Animals were beautiful effortlessly, it seemed to me, and oh so deserving of love, admiration, respect, and affection. I was not. I was less than perfect, unlovable as a little girl, and so I sought to be an animal. It had to be better than being a human, especially a chubby little girl who nobody understood.
As I grew, I centered my life around this belief, that it would be better to be other. At first it was unicorns and horses, then it was the fiery power of dragons, and finally the mysterious grace of wolves. I thought that if I could somehow learn the ways of wolves, perhaps I might find a way to become one of them someday. Perhaps I could find four feet and race into the wilderness
Caught in TrafficHollowed curves darken and pool over my eye,Caught in Traffic7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Skin of rushing leaves and the trees flowing by,
The passing shadows of dark knights,
Translucent under the cold streetlights,
And the lamp floods the darkness with its bright cry.
Concealing bright lights dance over and around,
Wingbeats of engines flickering out dead sound,
The wind lashes in broken rills,
Whirling down in vicious circles,
Harriet JustHarriet Just10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Harriet just swept through the room.
It's the same as it was just now, except
the bathroom door is open, the rum
of her shampoo is everywhere,
and the word '...late'
now rests on the edge of my ear.
ExpectingExpecting9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
three houses down,
the neighbor boy's soft
spot has fused together
too soon. now his brain has no
room to grow.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
the daughter of a guy I work with
has Down syndrome,
toddler. her nose runs; she watches
cartoons. they have a special
on the front doorknob.
I cannot allow my mind to dwell
my half-brother's adopted daughter
with spina bifida. she wears special
braces on her ankles
to help her walk. she suffers
the doctors are certain: one day the cord
I cannot allow my mind
our first was born
for the second and third
on his left foot. they are
joined to the first knuckle.
I cannot allow
my wife is 36. they stuck a special
on her chart. we consulted with a genetic
as our boy orchestrated mock battles
with a pair of wind-up Star Wars
she told us that the
Dinner Date With TeresaDinner Date With Teresa6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I notice Teresa shiver a bit as I pull the car into the restaurants parking lot. She is smiling so I know it is mostly anticipation.
Are you ready for this, Teresa? I ask.
She opens her mouth to answer, then closes it and just nods. She twists to face away from me in the car seat, presenting her hands to me behind her back. I lean towards her and grab both of her wrists in one hand. Lightly tugging on them makes her sit up straighter. I want her to feel me controlling her movements. She tips her head back and smiles slightly as I started wrapping the thick, soft rope around her wrists. The first piece of rope goes around just her right wrist 4 times before I tie it snugly. When I finish doing the same to her left wrist with another piece of rope, she closes her eyes and sighs. The sigh makes me look at her face, which is still slightly smiling. I ru