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.
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 Touch8 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
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 Crimes8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time ran slow there, meandering with bees tha
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
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.)
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
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.
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
Final ThoughtsFinal Thoughts12 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...
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
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
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
october 24, 8:00 pm  i.october 24, 8:00 pm  1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't imagine you being the stern-faced,
white-laced girl in the water-stained
monochromes of your home.
hair in ringlets; never faded, never grey
unlike the quartz clusters in your eyes-
and i'll romanticise cataracts
because you were never blind.
(but you feigned ignorance for fun)
and last year you were happy about hemlines
being shorter than when you were a heartbreaker;
when nothing was at stake except a candy from
(wild, young, but not so free)
you've always liked those sparkly dresses
the ones with glitter and
(a crow in both wit and taste)
you kept pigeons and deadbeats
and i'm sorry both took you
(but you never cared)
i'm so glad i got to overstay my welcomes
but i'm sorry Life didn't let you
overstay yours for just a little more.
(condolences won't bring you back for tea)
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
Human, BeingHuman, Being6 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
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...
The Rag DollShe built her home in tear dropsThe Rag Doll12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And gave her heart to the sky.
She tied up leaves
Around her sleeves
And pretended she could fly.
One morning in mid Winter
On a day that felt more like Spring,
She opened her ears
To the sound of tears
And imagined she could sing.
Overhead the birds would sweep
In sunshine or in rain.
Part of a crowd
They were happy and proud
And ignorant of her pain.
With a final farewell to teardrops
She climbed the tallest tower...
In her silent voice
She made her choice
Knowing freedom was in her power.
With her gaze up to the heavens
She felt then only peace,
As she took one step more
That trailed across the floor
She finally sought release.
The world lit up in sun beams
As she soared high on makeshift wings,
And the birds gathered round
Because they had found
They could hear music when she sings.