6 ways on learning how to swim1. toes first6 ways on learning how to swim1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i was younger i thought i was
beautiful. not like the other girls, of course, but i thought that
the sun followed me around because it thought i was pretty.
and i am a shop-a-holic. money burns a hole in
the back pocket of my jeans because i love to spend it.
but i do not like to go shopping. i love the idea and hate the activity.
there are few days that trying on clothes brings me
happiness because there are even fewer days that i love my
body enough to look in a mirror.
but i am trying.
("i love this dress! i can't believe that it fit!
i dropped another size!"
"what, mom? why are you looking at me like that?"
"...oh, please. one size?")
there are days when i don't leave my house and there are days
that i spend the time to put on makeup and
nice clothes to open the door and feel the fresh air and
to admire all the lovely, smiling, silently judging people who
i think are looking at me, but they probably aren't
Abandoned By DisneyAbandoned By Disney2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, "live" Ghost Town.
Disney built the "Treasure Island" resort in Baker's Bay in the Bahamas. It didn't START as a ghost town! Disney's cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.
This is a FACT. Look it up.
Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place... yes, Thirty Million Dollars.
Then they abandoned it.
Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) an
reinventionI should've met youreinvention2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
when I still had it in me
to change my own name
parthenopei love you where the waves cry out in vainparthenope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and where my sisters comb their seaweed hair.
here i love you: when i sing my siren song
and you are hidden beneath the surf,
your bones bleached white, your teeth pearls.
i dispatch kisses to you like
sunken ships, when the high stars
are covered by clouds. my sisters' voices mount,
keening, erupting. the harps in their hands
drip with blood, our mouths seethe
like underwater volcanoes.
no man tastes exactly like you.
i love you still in the darkness of the water
as the gulls swoop overhead.
my sisters sing for me, their dripping lips parted red,
and the stars seem a little dimmer.
a song falls deep into the sea.
i wonder if it reaches you.
Life on DisplayShe had grown up in a worldLife on Display2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of coupon clippings, muffled ears
and tip toeing around broken glass.
Bruised feelings towards the world
that looked so narrow and thin;
Felt like a resolutely locked door.
Always grasping for the heavens
with a desire and ferocity
of piercing iron claws.
Dominating the skies with all the
bulk and majesty of a bird of prey.
Boxed in at one corner of a city;
dusty and forgotten.
Yet, always guaranteed to be visible
at night. Raging quietly through
the darkness like the last bit of embers
on the end of her stamped cigarette butt.
Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.
Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip music
and fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barren
desert of chain convenience stores and dreary
apartment blocks she called home.
Beautiful young women
clink marble china together, bobbling
around each other like planets bobbling
around the sun; All struggling for recognition
and permanence. All the while, defiantly staring
into the face of the force that ga
Rigor MortisShe had always found a particular comfort in chaos.Rigor Mortis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She shouldn’t, but she did. And that’s how the world turned.
The theory of love was never whole, always ripped
from her tired fingers. Hands reaching to take grab of moments
she longed to hold once more; for a cure to the pain
that curled along her battered body.
Tears mingled with her latent wrath,
but her pride steals them like a thief in the night.
She wore a shuddering heart on tattered sleeves;
The flame burned bigger, brighter.
It emanates a future, in the distance,
she would never fulfil.
Her hopes and beliefs are road maps
to the unknown. All paths leading
to the same toxic moments; guiding
her to a world so flat that it startles her.
It shakes her and makes her weary of a
tongue too sharp and too hateful
for the delicate fruit it longed to taste.
Would bitter words that flowed from her
crush the people who beg to love her?
Would they see the cracks in her head,
chipped and crumbled, and still desire
I'd sink faster if you held me, you know.someone once told meI'd sink faster if you held me, you know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the saltwater i tasted
was not the ocean-
but my tears.
someone once told me
that my rolling waves
tried to wash away guilt-
but determined seaweed
held too tightly.
someone once told me
that he knew how to swim
until the day we met.
he said he could only sink
when his eyes met mine.
someone once told me
that we’d meet at the bottom.
either of my heart-
or of the ocean.
i love you mosti love you most ini love you most1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the slow softness of late afternoon,
your body aglow in the fading yellow
light. your eyes
dark, fathomless as they look into mine,
you above me, like
shards of onyx and the stillness
of the ocean depths.
looking down upon me, amneris upon
aïda, rain upon earth, god upon
man. what i would do
to glory you, ancient prince: you
whom i imagined for a thousand years
now mine alone to worship.
only let me stay in your temple
forever, i want nothing more: let
this still moment and the warmth
of your body be imprinted in me
for all time, let our paths cross as
boldly as they did
this yellow orange afternoon.
About that Unpopular girlTaciturnAbout that Unpopular girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She becomes the omniscient narrator for the classroom
from the desk in the back of the class [and next to the window]
Her long black hair is combed
Her neatness being revealing how self-conscious she really is
She carries no scent
not of filth or of offensive odor
not of dove bodywash or perfume
not even of the mark of eve
When I capture your fleeting glance
I see the life in your eyes
the millions of explosions
behind your irises that tell me
You are alive.
A tiny glimpse past the corporal--past the dark circles of stress--past all things average about you
but you look away... you say "g-g-gomenasai"
Gomenasai for looking at me
Gomenasai for meeting me
Gomenasai for wanting to be with me
and I young and ignorant will say goodbye [to you and your beauty] and return to my life
I will never hear you again.
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
as we climb the roadas we climb the road2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let us recall the best effects of style
when those who listen know how best to hear
and do not injure those who hold most dear
the hidden blessings of the final mile
rather they wish the urgent to beguile
expecting that the best might engineer
sounds that will please the most discerning ear
and lead once drooping eyes to shine and smile
the age of wonder has no fixed return
but comes upon us as we seem to find
not a changed world but a remarked abode
the home that we have loved for which we yearn
that seemed so hidden for time out of mind
appear before us as we climb the road
Personal Pet - Part 1Personal Pet - Part 18 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle didn't know why he remained so damn defiant. It only got him into trouble. It only caused him pain. It only made them mad.
But Kyle had tried playing the submissive card once before. And he decided it was worse. The abuse became more taunting, the smirks more smug. They had won. It made him feel helpless, weak, pathetic, useless. Even if he was all those things deep inside, he didn't need them to know it.
So he kept up his acts of defiance against his tormentors. They enjoyed trying to break him. He refused to scream at the lash of a whip or whimper at the tightening of his bonds. He would stay standing until they drug him to the ground. And if one of them got too close, he would take a dangerous chance of fighting back.
He was the only one of the cat demons being sold and traded that had been brought back as a "bad deal" more then three times.
But that was before he was sold to Caine. If there was anyone to break the cat demon, it wa
Stay Dreamingyou are pale in the half-light;Stay Dreaming3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
all the fire you carry with you in the waking world is doused in the sweetness of your hair across the pillow & your frame insinuating itself in the sheets, in pockets of weight & pools of shadow that say "i am a body", "i am a girl"
(vulnerable yet terrifying)
& in life you are larger than you seem, thunder & lightning inside colored glass. you are cruel-mouthed but soft-eyed, & brittle queen (you would rather break than bend for me), you are all the lovelier for your frail-boned pride.
it is strange how much i see of you when you are not looking back, how i feel as though it is only in moments like these (in not-quite-daylight, in dreaming) that we are truly at peace. for is it not that our natures may be likened to those of sea & sky? were we not born to crash & storm & shriek & boil against one another? (what is the nature of the place where we meet? for i do not believe in the horizon; blue on blue, it can only be an illusion
Jacked UpMy boyfriend slashed one of my car tires.Jacked Up2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't realise it at first. I had the day off work and we'd been lazing together in our seasonable bed, when he suggested we go out for lunch. Now my boyfriend is many things but keen to leave the house he is not. He likes to be at home, tinkering in the shed and whatnot. I should have been suspicious but it had been such a hazy dreamy morning that I just wanted to spend time with him before Monday morning ruined it all.
It took some time to get out of the house though, because as I was brushing my hair he commented on how it was all lit up from behind by the sun and the look in his eyes simply had to be kissed away.
Can you blame me?
Anyway we got to the car eventually, although he had to rush back into the house to get his wallet. I tried to protest, I could pay, but he insisted. That's when I noticed the tire. At first it only seemed like a flat tire but as I knelt in the autumn debris I saw the hole. I swore.
"What's up babe?" - he was co
Happy Birthday, Luce!Lucy's POV:Happy Birthday, Luce!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
July 1, X777
I don't think anyone would remember. Today is my birthday... Happy birthday to me... Heh... You're the only one who remembers, Mama. Not the maids or the butlers. Not even Papa... Mama, why did you leave me? I know your up in the clouds somewhere, I know you're there. Mama, I miss you. I know if you were still here, you would be the first person to greet me. As an only child, you didn't spoil me, but you gave me the greatest gift of all. Mama, you gave me attention. Before you passed, all your thoughts would be on me. Not anyone else, Mama. Only you. Mama, I wish you the best in the sky. If I get a chance to see you again, that will be the best gift for my 11th birthday. Mama, thank you.
Love your daughter, Lucy.
. . . .
I ran into the guild hoping I would find Lucy. Today's her birthday, and I couldn't think of ANYTHING better than what I got her.
"Luce!" I called into the guild when I ran in the velvet doors.
My Name Is?You know I think that it is time for you to go...My Name Is?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet,
With a modern rap flow, so-
I think it's better that you learn to let it go...
Ain't no third-rate writer;
I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because-
My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East.
My reputation now makes me out to be a beast.
But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy,
Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye.
I can't help it, I'm just a little insane.
Mom blames it all on my video games.
But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood,
It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud.
See you might call me the furthest thing from a stud,
Even when I drop the bomb, it ends up a dud.
So I get a little sick of those having it easy,
And I like to mess 'em up before they start getting preachy.
Son, you ain't even walked a mile in my shoes!
Go hang up your chains, because you're setting
StrengthMy grandfather was the strongest man I ever met. If you’ve ever seen someone on TV perform some superhuman feat of strength and thought that it wasn’t real, you’ve never met my grandfather. I have seen him rip a telephone book in half. He reached his full height of 6”4’ at the age of fourteen, and by the age of fifteen he had left school to work in the metal works. No one thought twice about it, because he was more than capable of the work and looked older than he was.Strength1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am not strong. My joints frequently hurt, although I do not think I can convey to you how much of an understatement the word ‘hurt’ is in this situation. Most people didn’t understand why I didn’t run as long or as fast as the other children, or take delight in the frequent football scrimmages that almost all the boys I knew took such delight in. when I told them “I can’t, my legs ache,” they just told me to be strong.
My grandfather didn’t.
1984My head is swimming.19846 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thoughts of rebellion brimming.
I hide all the emotion.
To suspect my thoughts? They'd have no notion.
But I'm so tired of masquerading.
While all my original thoughts are fading.
Being taken away.
By the one that promised to love me like my mother.
None other than Big Brother.
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
1 Word, 1,000 PicturesMany times I have heard that a picture is worth a thousand words. I tend to agree, but the right word can be worth a thousand pictures.1 Word, 1,000 Pictures8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Think Hope and see the face of the last person who encouraged you when no one else did. See a lighthouse beacon burning its way through the fog when you are lost at sea. See your cell-phone light up just when you thought no one cared. See a smile on the face of your love interest when you finally say I love you.
Think Love and maybe you see the faces of your parents. See an image of a child holding their new puppy. Perhaps you see a wedding ring, or your current love laying on a bed wearing nothing but the sheets.
Think Peace and see images of white flags. See large quiet open fields. See children sleeping with smiles on their faces. See an old hippie giving a familiar hand sign.
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
EFMRBOH: Sheogorath vs JokerEpic fan made rap battles of history!EFMRBOH: Sheogorath vs Joker3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Who is this who dares to enter my kingdom of crime?
Some tired old jester trying desperately to rhyme
I'm the Joker, you hear? You'd best remember the name
Not even a so called god can best me at my game
Look at you; you're really cramping my style trying to rock the purple
Simply by existing you're creating a fashion hurdle
Wow will you look at that? It's time I kicked your wrinkled ass
With a good old dose of Joker's laughing gas
You'll be beaten down, tore apart and tossed away with style!
But don't worry; at least you'll lose with a smile
You call yourself mad? I invented insanity!
Now bring the anger, the rage and all the profanity
A mere clown against a mad god, how could you even attack?
Your measly little pistol has got nothing on my Wabbajack!
I'll puncture the Penguin and scare off the Scarecrow
Defang Killer Croc and shatter Freeze with a low blow
Is it Joker or Jokette? I reall
The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 3The Princess and the Dragon Knight Chapter 34 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It will be better for you to dry this way." Ky said, his demeanor was not amused or wolfish, he was being very calm and factual. Saria had to remind herself that he was a dragon and not a man. He saw her like she would an animal and that was how she should see him, as well. But still, he looked so very human it was hard to remember. Most would see Ky as a handsome young man, though strange in coloring. He looked at her curiously then, as if he couldn't understand what was taking her so long. It was getting colder and she should really dry off.
"Could you perhaps turn your back?" She asked. His brows drew together but he slowly and quietly did so. Saria sighed and stepped out of the water. She just told herself to remember that she was a human and he was a dragon, there wasn't anything to really be embarrassed or appalled by. He didn't see her like a human man would, like Thanis would see her. Ky had placed a pile of leaves near the fire but before she could ask what they were for, he