Keeper of the Clock TowerI am the keeper of the clock; the guardian of time. I am the music of passing ages and long forgotten worlds.Keeper of the Clock Tower1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Through the fleeting moments of time, she has wept over the keys of her eternal ivories, becoming the harmonious spells of her encumbrance. Many tears have been shed for the ticking hands of eternity as she sits alone; cursed to be alone for evermore. She rests on her immovable throne, singing the woeful song of her fate. Time is her puppet; her unending burden. Till the end, she is charged with its protection. Her sightless eyes see all; the past, present and future. She is as she is and has been; living in the tower.
I am the keeper of the clock; the guardian of time. I am the music of passing ages and long forgotten worlds.
What if I told you...I'm a 19-year-old straight male, currently a student at university in a country you've never heard of.What if I told you...1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
There comes a time in our lives, usually when we are young, when we just want to shout our thoughts at the wrold, at everyone, even if we know nobody will hear. We see a commercial, we hear a line in a movie, we read a chapter in a book, which captures us violently, shakes us and we recover from the shake so stunned and amazed that we want to say everything that is on our mind in that same way. Then we pour a glass of water, juice, beer, something, sit by the open window staring at the passing cars or falling leaves, and start composing all the words in one finished thought.
This is pretty much what happened to me two minutes ago.
And it all started with the condition:
What if I told you...
What if I told you that some people don't think what they claim to think when they oppose you in an argument, no, they just want to stomp you with their leather boots
Unique? Pathetic.You say that you are unique? Pathetic.Unique? Pathetic.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are not, nor will you ever be unique. There are 7 billion people in the world- people just like you.
The same hair color, the same hair style; the same eye color, the same crooked smile.
The same jacked up teeth that you forget to brush, and the same chipped nails you pick at when you're in a rush.
The same chapped lips- which you never stop biting; the same non-pierced ears that you never stop tugging.
The same exact skin color, even when you tan; the same exact tan lines seen on every woman.
The same exact figure, whether you lose or gain weight; the same exact death sentence, this is your fate.
A fate to always want to look like that girl in 3rd;
to be as funny as that guy in 6th;
to be as smart as the transfer in 2nd;
and definitely be as happy as your teacher in 1st.
You can't say that you're unique when you have this fate. You can't be unique when you're just made of different people, and
The DoctorThe Doctor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Doctor?" I questioned uneasily. The figures and faces around me nodded, shifting around unsettlingly as if staying still was too much work for them
"I don't need a Doctor, I'm fine." I had no desire to see the Doctor. Even the title sent shivers down my spine.
"We know dear, but we were thinking that some people mature faster than others, and that maybe you should see the Doctor earlier," one of the figures said. I couldn't even see them, for I was seated in a hard chair that dug into my back while everyone else was crowed around me. Their like faces and similar statures all began to blur into one solid black surrounding of grey and more grey. Even their voices were beginning to blend together.
"I don't want to see the Doctor though."
And I truly didn't. There were so many rumors about that place, the place called the hospital. I heard that when people entered they didn't come back the same again, that they Doctor messed with their minds and changed them into unfeeling robots for the
Eyes ,windows to our soulI saw her at the Carnival ,Eyes ,windows to our soul1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her eyes tell the truth;
they tell stories of her unfulfilled sadness.
Musings I don't know if there is a godMusings 6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all I know is that I love the sky
sometimes I yearn to be a part of the stars
put a few (million) light years
between those star lit lights
and the ones that glow dimly above the cities
(but they are bright enough
to drown out the stars)
I'm told it's a shame
that I can't bask in the beauty
of the surety of afterlife
(if every religion believes
those who don't believe
burn in hell, then aren't we all going down?)
but I think the most beautiful thing
is knowing that we are all cosmic dust
and one day you and I will no longer be different
we will be the same ash that burns in a
or the same ice that coats a planet
no one can even fathom
and I think it is beautiful
that seven billion people live and breathe
what is the point?
but the beautiful thing is
there isn't one
and if there is a god
I can tell you I will find him
in no c
Let Me Drown In My FantasyLet me drown in my fantasy; in my stories and shows, the nonexistent worlds that hold so many wonders that I would die before I could see them all.Let Me Drown In My Fantasy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me explode into fireworks,
be eaten by dragons,
be ran over by flying trains,
be stabbed by a whistling dagger.
Let me be whipped until I bleed out,
be raced by monsters with sharp claws and sharper teeth,
be tortured by those with no minds,
be a casualty in a war I never knew of.
Let me soar in my fantasy; in my stories and shows, the nonexistent worlds that hold so many wonders that I would live every single day with a new adventure.
Let me ride upon the back of a graceful creature,
walk upside down yet still be on the ground,
roar like Earth's lion in the heat of battle,
blow away my enemies with magical spells.
Let me learn to wield a sword,
watch as friends gather around a fire,
feel a love so sweet yet so painful,
finally be my own heroine.
So let me drown, let me soar; let me do all those things because there is no way you can st