cynicism only gets you so fari've been bleedingcynicism only gets you so far9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for quite a while now, i've been
watching the sun rise through the webs
of skin between my fingers
i've been stitching up my skin like it's
an old pair of jeans, like tearing so easily is
i think it's because this skin isn't
mine, it's an amalgamation
of other people's expectations and
screwed-up pieces of paper and
morning coffee or
and breath made for a different set of lungs
i've been living off
caffeine and insomnia
for quite a while now, i've been
talking to the moon through the diamonds
on my window pane
i've been throwing myself into the glass like i'm
a sparrow, like i'm a blind bird
i think it's because i don't know any
better, i pretend to be the queen
of the universe inside my room and
the ocean inside my teacup and
the lullaby i don't know the tune
or the words to
and a lover wrapped in plastic for the holocene age
i've been dreaming of
for quite a while now, i've been
thinking about running throug
It's the ApocalypseRed sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him.It's the Apocalypse2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly;
no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring…
- only ghosts.
He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding
and the clank of disused limbs popping into place.
The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes…
- and he felt ancient.
Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories
reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans,
and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called…
The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him;
the sun shone so brightly, alloy sweated from his torso
and the sharp sand beneath his feet grated
- and he began to erode.
The Earth was not as he had left it…
- with farms of humans and armies of titans like himself
who worked to save their creators from their own destruction.
He paced the wasteland they had sought to prevent
OverkillObviously you couldn't care less;Overkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Very little respect you hold for me,
Evading my questions like bullets while
Regarding me as a mere pathetic doormat.
Kind of funny how I now realise that
I don't mean absolutely anything to you.
Loving me turned into a cruel game,
Losing me became your treasured enjoyment.
Letter to Obama (Revised)My name is [name redacted], and I am a 21-years-old young woman from Illinois, and you were once my Senator. I am hand-writing this letter to you, because I want you to understand the utmost importance it contains, and so I have given it this personal touch. I am sure by the end of this letter, my hand will not be very happy with me.Letter to Obama (Revised)3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Sir, you are a father of two daughters. I'm sure it would not be too bold of me to assume that, in the course of your life as a father, there have been times when one of your girls has come home from school, a sitter, or daycare crying, and crying because of something involving the her peers or her caretakers. In those times, she might have been too young to understand interaction with others; that others don't always play nice or the way you want them to, and you can't always boss people around (as I'm sure they might have pushed you and your wife, Sir, like any other child). You had to tell her this; you had to teach her that things in life were sometime
UnkeptParker watched from the back of the car as the driver navigated the roadblocks and security checkpoints, crossed the bridge over the river and pulled into the parking lot. On any other night he would have made this drive alone, through the silent desolation, but tonight he'd been summoned, the air thick with helicopters and the roads and compound were crawling with armor, guns and troops in combat gear.Unkept7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This was no longer a secret facility, but he didn't suppose that mattered now.
Inside he was greeted tersely and released by an officer of apparent rank, his instructions simple. "Essa is in there somewhere, and a lot of my men are dead. You made it, rein it in or we burn it to the ground."
He left the soldiers in the front office area, uncomfortably aware of the heavy calibre weapons that tracked him. That unease was replaced with a different kind of anxiety once through the security doors and inside the halls of the lab. The fight had come this far before she had been turned back.
Spinning the WorldWhat are we living for?Spinning the World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world keeps spinning out
of our fingertips…
Why are we fighting more?
The world keeps bleeding out
of our cursing lips…
Who are we waiting for?
The world keeps fading out
of our old filmstrips…
When are we giving more?
The world keeps falling out
of our iron grips…
Where are we searching for?
The world keeps running out
of our sinking ships…
Full circles of a war-
Spinning into a blackout
and solar eclipse…
Please stop spinning, world!
Stop spinning wicked webs;
stop spinning histories;
stop spinning news stories;
stop spinning our dazed heads.
How are we to keep balance
while spinning the world?
DeTecTedTeddy shifted into second gear as the pickup crested the hill, her forearms burning from the long climb and having to fight a leaky steering pump the entire way.DeTecTed1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand why you disabled the power assist Teddy, you make things so much harder-"
Teddy cut her passenger off in mid sentence. "I've told you Max, the controller on the power steering system was misbehaving, I couldn't trust it anymore."
Max's attention darted between Teddy and the road ahead, fingering his seatbelt nervously as Teddy fought with the old truck to stay between the trees. In a flash of blinding sunlight, they burst into a clearing. Teddy reflexively stood with both feet on the brakes to bring the truck to a halt before they drove over the edge she knew was there but couldn't see through the glare. When the truck had come to a complete stop and the dust had settled, she threw it into park and killed the engine. The sudden shift to silence unnerved them both.
Max dropped his head and reluctantly unbuck
Sound Without NoiseNot knowing howSound Without Noise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we should begin,
we stand here now
to try again.
for purest cause
as we’re observing
effects of laws
and never taking
a moment’s pause
to stop designing
new sets of flaws…
For noble goals
and simple joys,
the church bell tolls
sound without noise.
As salvation passes
over our heads,
our time relapses
to our deathbeds
and social classes
fall into reds
of blood, ink cases,
For wasted days
and shattered poise,
the night life plays
sound without noise.
Where reason fails
to bring us peace,
the infinite wills
the noise to cease
and the ancient hills
of Rome and Greece
bore witness to ills
yet to decease…
For as I lend
a quiet voice
sound without noise.
Tobi Blues Clues xDDDTobi Blues Clues xDDD8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tobi is sitting in front of the TV watching his favorite show 'Blues Clues'. Olivia spotted Tobi and got an devilish idea on how to make this morning fun. She grabbed out a stamp of a paw print and stamped a few things in the kitchen.
When Blues Clues was on commercial Tobi got hungry so he walked in the kitchen to get a snack, but he then spotted a paw print on the fridge. "AHHHH BLUES A STALKER!!!" he cried and began runing in circles. Kisame entered the kitchen to get some scissors but then saw Tobi. "BLUES A STALKER!!! STALKER BLUE" Kisame looked at him akwardly "ummm Tobi Blue is not a stalker thats a color..."
"STALKER BLUE!!!" Kisame began to get tears in his eyes "you know Tobi I find that offensive.."
"BLUES AN PERVERTED STALKER" Kisame then ran out of the room crying. Tobi then stopped and put his fist in the air "wait blue no stalker!! Blues trying to tell Tobi something. Blue needs help!!" he then looked around for more clues until he spotted a truck cookie jaw with a paw p
A Very Supernatural Christmas "This christmas eve we are going to do something different," you say with a devilish grin, sucking out the sugary color from a minty-hershey's chocolate candy cane.A Very Supernatural Christmas 6 months ago in Drama More Like This
"Is that so?" Sam asks, vividly typing away... researching for something or the other. Though to be honest, none of you had been able to find any jobs in the last few weeks. Everyone, even the demons, seemed too engulfed in the Christmas spirit to cause any trouble.
"Yeah, when I was little, my family and I we would meet up at 9 pm on christmas eve and then we'd have a huge meal and open the presents at midnight. Hugging and drinking and just being really jolly.
"Did you seriously just say jolly (y/n)..."
"Don't listen to him, he gets like this every year. Like a total..."
Sam glares at him from the computer.
"...grinch" Dean says with a smile, "I, on the other hand, love your idea." he closes his eyes innocently as he grins.
"You haven't even hear it yet!"
"Well, I'm a
AwakenessDavid liked driving forklifts. He was the best forklift driver Constructech had. He never missed a pallet, and things always got where they needed to go in one piece. Working on the new SuperEnergy plant had been a particular treat for him. So many important and delicate pieces of equipment needed to be brought in, and David took care of them all. Not one load was dropped, misplaced, or forgotten.Awakeness3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was this fact, above all else, that had allowed David to keep his job after the new Awakeness tests came out. IQ was a thing of the past. Awakeness tested for a person’s awareness of themselves, and their surroundings. Construction companies now wouldn’t take anyone with an Awakeness lower than 85 points. Workplace accidents had dropped significantly.
As David lined up another pallet for pickup, George the foreman sauntered over to him. Ever since receiving his score of 107, George sauntered everywhere.
“Watching the plant activation tonight?” George asked, leaning
10 ways the Sun beats Yahweh1- Yahweh is weakened by iron, much like a fairy. No solar deity known to man is vulnerable to fucking iron.10 ways the Sun beats Yahweh5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
2- The Sun is still fierce and powerfull, and will continue to be for several more billion years. If Revelation is of any indication, Yahweh is currently so weak he relies on seven headed leopards, whores, horsemen and angels releasing plagues to have any impact on Earth.
3- The Sun has several birthday parties per year: the Winter Solistice, the Spring Equinox, the Summer Solistice and the Autumn Equinox. Yahweh only has 2 birthday parties, one of which he stole from the Sun. Lame.
4- Yahweh once or twice made a pilar of fire, and drowned the world once (which is a story stolen from babylonic mythology anyway, in which it took more than one deity to do that; therefore the biblical flood is a lie, and he did not do such a thing). Phaeton, Helios' son, drove the solar chariot across the Earth, and set the whole world on fire, and nearly evaporated the ocean away. Much more awesom
Red Thread.Red Thread.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As soon as the man upstairs moved in, I knew he was batshit crazy.
I'm not even kidding. The moment I saw him walk through the building, I thought to myself- That dude is off his rocker. Because, well, he just had that sort of look about him, if you know what I mean. If you don't, well, let me just say he had this stringy, shoulder-length, bright red hair that was so messy you would think the wind would tidy it up. And he was really pale, like, we're talking vampire pale here. And he had these huge dark circles under his eyes, only adding to the whole vampire effect.
Oh, and, of course, there was the thing he carried. Sure, he had a suitcase, and a few other bags, but clutched between the finger of his left hand was okay, I don't know if this was what it was exactly, but it looked like a spool of red thread.
And seriously. Who carries things like that around? Would it have killed him to put it in his suitcase? Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Maybe he liked sewing
The Waiting GameWelcome, Welcome, take a seat.The Waiting Game4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right now boredom's at its peak.
Perhaps an hour you can pass,
With your mind so far surpassed.
But once your thoughts start running thin,
Your hand grows sore against your chin,
There's nothing new to think about,
There's no new ground to walk around.
Perhaps you go an hour or two,
Then your screws start coming loose,
You beg and wish for God above,
To send you things to do and love.
But that won't do you any good,
So then you start to look for food,
What if there is nothing there?
Now you start to pull your hair.
Pace around and look for fun,
No game consoles you want to run,
Some board games on the shelf you see,
But nothing you can deem worthy.
It seems the TV's also shot,
Not that good shows are on a lot,
So next computers and their games...
Damn forgot, it burst to flames.
But now what is there left to do?
Read a book or catch the flu?
Pick at grass or break some glass?
Hey the poem ends at last!
One last thing to wrap this up...
Wasn't this your on
how not pretending anymore is a blessingi won't pretend to anyone that i'm not scared. here i am, standing before god-knows-how-many-people, telling them things i don't have the heart to even tell my mother. especially things i don't have the heart to tell my mother.how not pretending anymore is a blessing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i could never tell her how many times i've looked at the stars and used them to hold onto my wishes on paper strings, make them hold onto my wishes and me, mostly me, like a marionette
until the sky faded from black to blue, just like the bruises i put on my skin. sometimes a girl doesn't know how to cope, and that's why those paper strings, those thin, angry lines hanging from the heavens,
found their ways to my arms and bled me happy.
i could never tell my mother how i've dreamt of flying and dying and how i can't tell the difference anymore, just the way i can't look in the mirror without crying, just the way i can't look in the mirror and tell if i am human or monster.
it's impossible to tell the woman who put you into this world through hours of pain, becau
WitherMU Nether tragedy(WARNING IF YOU DONT LIKE BLOOD PLEASE LEAVE)WitherMU Nether tragedy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Theres a creature,
Who lurks in the nether,
Who was once a spaceman,
But now is a heatless monster,
Who kills for fun,
His name is WitherMU,
It was noon in a minecraft server.It was bright and sunny,a beautiful day to stay outside.But not for this group of crafters,Sapphire a.k.a Splashy-Sapphy,Silver a.k.a Midnightwolf and Ryan a.k.a Nightfog."So are you guys ready to jump in the portal?"Nightfog asked looking at the tall structure."Ooh ya."Midnight said with a grin."Alright then lets go."Sapphy said jumping into the portal.The other two shrugged and jumped in.
The three came out of the portal holding swords and wearing diamond armor."Ive never been to the nether before..."Sapphy said looking around."Its so hot!"Sapphy whined."Hey! Ruby told you it was hot before she..."Nightfog stopped and looked down depressed."Its ok Ryan.Enderlox cant get us here.He only lives in the End and Over World!"Midnight said starring at him with a sad smile."I
CheerleadingThe adrenalin.Cheerleading5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The large cheering crowd.
Hundreds of girls putting on a show.
You're stage is a blue mat.
2.5 minutes to prove you have what it takes.
Only one chance to get it perfect.
Just one team crowned winner.
Anxiety fills us.
Fall of Minecraftia Ch2 (pt 3)“Where am I?” Drakonia questioned as she began to regain consciousness. “Well this isn't grass..... so what is it?” She felt the material beneath her, a lush and plush feeling, staying as she was trying to recall what happened last night, and trying to figure out where she was. Drakonia was baffled at her current feeling, it seemed like she was fading back and forth between light and dark. She sat up and rubbed the sore spot she felt on the ender side of her face, being curious as to what could be causing the pain.Fall of Minecraftia Ch2 (pt 3)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Good you're awake.” A voice said. Drakonia startled by this gave a small yelp and jumped far enough to the side that she fell off the hospital bed she was placed on. “Oh crap! I didn't mean to startle you.” Drakonia could hear the person walk around the bed and help her up to her feet. She opened her eyes, only for them to reveal a blurred world but only for a moment. As her vision came into focus, she
in four weeks,i cannot wait to fall asleepin four weeks,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
peacefully and soundly
with your skin,
tall and warm
we will slumber and dream
and awake in each other's arms.
you will come home
in four weeks.
the flights will taper away,
and you will leave behind
and remember, please,
that i am what waits
those thousands of miles
ahead of you.
i want you to buy me flowers
so i can feel guilty over you
having spent money on me
but feel beautiful
because of how beautiful
the petals are
and the hands that gave them
i want to put us in photographs
so that i can remember
the way that you touch me
because as months fade into
it becomes easier to forget.
i would rather forget my own name
than your skin on mine.
A Writer Is...... a dictator.A Writer Is...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
... all knowing.
... a parent.
... an executioner.
... a judge.
... a jury.
... off the wall.
... the earth.
... the world.
... a marvel.
... a student.
... a person.
eighteenSometimes I think growing upeighteen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like learning to drive:
it comes steady most of the time,
but then there's the stalling,
and the jerks and bumps,
and all the moments where you're
heading for a crash. Like,
there's that day when you wake up
and stretch in the morning and
suddenly you remember your first day
at school and how excited you were,
and then the way your hair was bobbed,
and you almost want to cry. Or there's
the moment when you realise that wishes
never come true the way you want them:
you can wish to fall in love but maybe
you forget to wish he loves you back,
and you're up all night, ink-stained
and exhausted. It's not easy.
But then again, maybe growing up
isn't like learning to drive at all.
Maybe it's just like living, with all
the stupid mistakes and heartache
and drunken poems and recklessness
that holds. And you remember yourself,
aged eight, and all you dreamed of then,
and you think, god, she would be disappointed.
It always takes a while to remember that
she is you
nearsightedi.nearsighted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you spoke at breakneck speeds,
with the urgency of an alarm's wail,
and i tried to absorb all of you;
but the fog of me
spit back your high-beams and blinded us both.
i was never one to back down from a challenge
and we were, side by side,
double and triple dog daring each other
to accelerate blindly and coast into madness.
i would run you into that ditch again
as long as you promise
to stitch back the pieces of me
that stained the grey brick red.