Self datedSelf dated10 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.
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
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
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
SoA- Ch 1 final draftSoA- Ch 1 final draft12 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
Bound Here ForeverBound Here Forever8 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
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
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.)
This Is Not Tom WaitsThe bone gull dances over the shore,This Is Not Tom Waits7 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.
Pool Girl Part 1Inspired by..... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44704822/Pool Girl Part 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Part 1: An Innocent Gift
Dating a witch sure leads me into some interesting scenarios.
Come on Michelle, the pool isnt getting any warmer. The raven haired girl of 18 laughed as she tugged on the arm of the blue eyed blond seemingly fused to her side.
Michelles legs were tightly held against each other, her feet planted firmly on the tiles resisting the girl with the eerily vibrant green eyes and ravens hair attempts to move her.
Sam I feel like everyone is watching me. Michelle said in a whispered voice. Besides, you know I cant swim.
We went over this Michelle, youre a great swimmer, trust me on that. Samantha said with one of her trademark winks, the innocent gesture taking on far deeper meaning to those that knew her well. Besides their only looking at you because youre this pretty little minx but you hiding b
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 Gold6 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
Final ThoughtsFinal Thoughts11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could repent my dissent and prevent my descent
but I meant to pretend in the end, it made sense.
But the end should have come a long time ago,
we both just held on, although we both know
that we are no longer two peas in a pod,
two bees with a job, you see it's just wrong.
I can't be the guy who just cheers from the yard,
invite me inside, you'll see it's not hard.
My love was a gift, I gave it to you,
my hopes and my dreams, betrayed them for you.
Yes we are different, from two separate worlds,
with you being highbrow and me being poor.
You told me "no matter, I could care less",
now three years gone, it's all a fair mess.
It really does hurt me, although I can't show it.
I really do love you, although you can't know it.
All that I wanted was more of your time,
I loved being with you relaxed and reclined.
Just hearing you breathe was plenty for me,
but you wanted silence, no petting from me.
I guess in the end all our differences won,
so go with the moon, I'll stay for the sun...
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
Eripmav - 1Eripmav - 110 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
and when i live.i am sleeping in the middle of wheat fields.and when i live.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am curled into the soil with the sun filtering through my eyelids and the warmth of the earth pressed against my hip. i am holding my stomach with gentle hands, lips parted to breathe in the sweet air. i am dreaming of feathers running down my spine and of blowing bubbles while running down sloping hills. i am dreaming of kisses at dawn and hands cradling my cheek and laughing over coffee with my best friend.
and when i wake, i am tranquil and serene and peaceful.
and when i wake, i am alive.
i am swimming in the belly of the ocean.
i am twisting in the clever hands of her currents, my hair roping around my waist and seashells trailing up my thigh. i am swallowing saltwater and rinsing out my lungs, letting my sins filter through my skin and disperse into the curling water. i am breathing through gills around my throat and letting my fingers paint symphonies in the seaweed. i am dancing with starbright scales and forgetting the weight of
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 Rain10 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?
NightmareFalling asleep I lay tossing and turningNightmare10 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
hello, beautiful.these are the times i will always remember:hello, beautiful.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
walking through crowded coffee shops to see you sitting in the corner, steaming cups on the table and bright eyes lighting up the room. hellos tripping over my tongue, shy glances and bitten lips, toes curling in my shoes. hearing your baritone voice for the first time, tying my lips into knots as i fumbled over the introductions.
sitting on my bed, shaking the walls with laughter, your arms holding me close into the curve of your body. driving with the windows down while holding hands, the wind painting butterflies on my neck.
not knowing a thing about you but wanting to pick up the candle and explore. finding the most breathtaking mosaics on hidden walls, you taking my hand and laying it against your scars. your trust that i wouldn't break them open, promises sealed with virgin lips.
i will remember the anxiety and the fears and the wonder. i will remember the dreaming and doubt and finding answers that only birthed more questions. i will r
Dinner Date With TeresaDinner Date With Teresa7 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
The Goddess Who DiedThe Goddess Who Died12 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Kore, please, run with us!" Her small voice pleaded.
"Why would you want to run?" Kore called to the three scampering figures ahead of her. "Look around you! It's beautiful! I feel…" She breathed in, waving her arms ahead of her, "so full of life! Look at all the flowers! Why not spend the afternoon picking some?" She was already bending to lovingly observe a hyacinth when another of the figures cried out.
"I am dry! We all are! Please, accompany us to the stream! We can gather flowers there!" They were sauntering, as if nervous and eager to go. Kore blinked at them blankly, still bowed and holding the yellow bloom. Then her wits seemed to come back to her and she dashed to them, her dress flowing behind her like a pastel banner.
The three other girls yelped in joy and ran beside her, four charming shapes laughing in a flowered field. Kore, with her sleek black curls, was easily recognizable in the group, as the three others had straight, sun-bleached hair. They went l
Our Universe is an AU - part 1"Oh."Our Universe is an AU - part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
David, John, the Doctor, and the Master all stood facing each other.
"What the what is going on here?" That was John, most nervous of the four, having gladly avoided most of the madness associated with the show, it just so happened he'd seen David in the store he was shopping at and they'd been leaving when all of a sudden this.
David looked between the two men opposite them, "I've seen some freakishly good look-alikes of me, but not you John I dunno," Dave scratched the back of his head, not as bothered as he should be, probably.
"Master! Did you set up some doppelganger paradox behind my back?" the Doctor muttered hurriedly under his breath while David talked.
The Master wrinkled his nose, annoyed at the question, "Why on Gallifrey would I want to make doppelgangers of US? More importantly, why would I go to the bother of making them HUMAN? One idiot that looks like you is more than enough."
"Allo!" David interrupted the exchange with his usua
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. III)Life on the road was always hard. The Dwarves of Thorin's Company had reconciled themselves to this fact over years of travel; even Gandalf has done a great deal of wandering in his day, and was accustomed to the frugal lifestyle that the wilderness demanded. However, the fourteenth member of the band was entirely unused to going without the small comfort. For Bilbo Baggins, the greatest challenge of this adventure was not the Orcs or the Wargs; it was not the landslides and storms and giant men of stone, each seemingly set on wreaking havoc on the group of travelers. No, for Bilbo, the true struggle was the travel itself. The domestic little Hobbit, used to living a simple and sedentary life, was having a difficult time adjusting to the rough and tumble of the Dwarf's wayfaring ways. Never before had he gone so long without the simple comfort of a cup of tea and a good book. He was appalled when informed that heated baths were a commodity he would have to forgo. If you had told BilboBagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. III)3 years ago in Romance More Like This