Second ThoughtsThey all blame the moonSecond Thoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for stealing light
What if it was the sun
who drained the moon
BlindBlind7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Come, embrace me like a vapor,
like an old forgotten wish
for I still ask for your kiss
Heal my wounds, my broken dream,
like a mother to her child
for without you; I am blind.
EPIC: they anger a sparrow"Wait," he said.EPIC: they anger a sparrow5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hadn't expected that. "Whatwhat's your name?" he asked. He looked like he hated to even say it, but there was no mistaking the expression in his eyes. It matched the one Robin felt was in her own: hunted. (Also hungry. Robin was not used to missing breakfast, and her stomach was complaining unhappily. But mostly hunted.)
Feeling more kindly towards him, she said, "Robin."
He gave her the barest of nods, and his gaze lingered on her for just a moment. "Okay," he said. Then he turned and began to walk away.
There was a beat before Robin fully registered this. "Hang on just a minute there," she burst out, grabbing his arm. "That's it? You're just going to leave?"
"Of course," the boy said, shaking her off. "Was that not the plan in the beginning? You ask me one question. I answer it. We go our merry ways."
"But I thought " Robin said. What had she thought, really? That he hadn't been serious, of course. That he'd wantedif not a friend, then at least a
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
Chapter 1Chapter 16 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Her bare feet struck the ground, lacking any sort of rhythm. Brush, thorns and brambles caught on her toes and heels, but she refused to stop. However, she remembered to curse them. She mumbled profanities and harshly informed each prick that, if she had the time, she would have ripped it to shreds.
The woods seemed to enclose around her faster and faster with each rugged rise and fall of her chest, trying to trap her and tie her to her fate as a mistreated plaything. Smoky, soot-ridden air swept from the dismal town behind her and pricked at her eyes. The wind picked up her hair, making it whip and slash her face. She wanted to rip it all out, every strand, and throw it into the woods to join the infuriating high-heels she cast aside earlier. However, she would not dare pry her concentration away from the stretch in front of her. She was determined to escape and she would not let herself st
Coffee and Sugar"Do you want cream and sugar in your coffee?" His broad frame leaned against the counter. I found myself blankly staring at him, and wasn't sure what to say. It took me a second to realize he was referring to the drink I ordered, not his lips.Coffee and Sugar3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Uh yeah sure. Cream please." I probably sounded like I had a large spider on the back of my neck. He rattled his fingers on the counter as if he were deciding on something. Curiously, I wished he had a name-tag pinned to shirt, but barista's don't wear name-tags. I could smell roasted beans and sugary pastries filling up my senses. Ordinarily I'd feel more relaxed here, maybe even sit down and enjoy my coffee for a while, but today I felt charged with energy and I was forcing myself to contain it. It was the last week of the last semester, and I was soon to graduate and move back to my home-state. Coming to this place gave me a sense of peace before I started my day. I knew most of the morning shift barista's, but I rarely ever got coffee in the
He Made Me SmileHe was like a large teddy bear, all wrapped up in Christmas paper for you. Just when you thought no one cared in the world – there he appeared bounding happy and caring, a gentleman to you.He Made Me Smile3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And he sat there and said such wonderful things - how smart you were and "hey look at this" and you could almost guess what his family makeup was. He had a brother for sure, but no sisters. You could tell by his confidence and his smile that it was internally happy. Just everything about him was happiness and deep caring. And you deeply cared back.
You could get lost in his ways – how he worried about you and cared for you and wanted to be there for you in your dire moments.
And you sat there and whispered to him things that you should not really say, softly into his ear, because hey – you had both come from the same background anyway.
20 years of the same stuff it seemed, and jointly between you was a smile and a deep caring that only you two would know.
And you knew instantly, ev
Don't Let Go"Rich!"Don't Let Go4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.
"Rich! Oh God, oh God."
She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.
For so long.
She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simply giving out. Her heart was growing louder every second. Every terrifying second.
Rich, Rich, oh please, please. Her throat was tearing itself apart, but she needed to find him. She wrapped her arms closer around herself. A piece of cracked, torn metal cut through her shoe and sliced into her foot. She fell. She braced hersel
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black glosscrow comes courting5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
Crow TheCrow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever hungry crow,
Feathers glistening with their
Luscious black sleekness, hovering
From up high, like a grim omen of
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,Solitude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
My Love Sat Beneath the Weeping WillowMy love sat beneath the weeping willow;My Love Sat Beneath the Weeping Willow4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tears run down his sun kiss'd skin like a storm;
At night he rests his head on his pillow,
Wishing away his dark black heart deform.
My love looks at me with eyes cold as ice,
And beats me with his hate and his despair;
This has already happened to me thrice,
This I know that he, for me, cannot care.
My love runs away with regret haunting,
Tripping and slashing his demented face;
The act in his head pounding and taunting,
A thought he wishes to never embrace.
Now my love stands above me knife grasped tight,
For he knows that he cannot be my knight.
To All Of YouTo the artistsTo All Of You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the dreamers
to the believers
to the cloud watchers
to the daydreamers
to the fractal makers
to the photographers
to the 3d modellers
to the writers
to the poets
to the wishers on stars
to the fanciful
to the unrealistic
to the rebels
to the rule breakers
to the outcasts
to the dark
to the light
to the night
to the day
to all of you
I Salute You!
Twilight series Breaking DawnBreaking Dawn a.k.a. Epic Fail a rant on the Book 4 of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight 'Saga' Twilight series Breaking Dawn6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A while ago I managed to find a copy of Stephenie Meyer's Breaking Dawn(BD) in the public library. Since there was no third book of the series, Eclipse in sight; I had to make do and borrow Breaking Dawn first even though I still haven't read the third book.
Frankly, I had only watched the Twilight movie last year, then recently I had read New Moon from beginning to the end, and now I'm reading Breaking Dawn, the order of it doesn't sound quite right since I jump the third book, still I had read a few reviews on Eclipse so I'm confident that I know what the plotline was about so I had no worry following the plot of BD. Plus, since I'm not going to waste my money to even order a copy of Eclipse or Twilight from the library (you got to pay a small fee for your order when using the library's service), I would have to wait to finish all of the four books
Again I struggle
My Immortal LessonsMy Immortal Lessons6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Everyone at Hogwarts is gothic.
2. In the rare occasion someone is not gotchic, they are a gay prep.
3. Guns are ok.
4. Voldemort has a "dude-ur-so-retarded" look on his face
5. My Checmical Romance is the best band ever
6. Harry Potter looks just like Joel Madden
7. Every goth has wasit length ebony black hair with purple streaks and red tips
8. "Crookshanks" is a powerful spell, resulting in falling down and screaming.
9. Telekinesis allows you to read minds.
10. Dumbledore only swore cuz he had a hedache
11. You must put the boy's thingy in the girl's.
12. Draco Malfoy has a sex-pack.
13. Voldermort is so obviously not gothic, even though he wears black.
14. Harry's name is actually Vampire.
15. Ebony's name is ENOBY not Mary Su.
16. Voldemort speaks from the Middle Ages
17. Vampire's eyes are sexah
18. One must french passively.
19. Vampire Potter giggles at the thought of human blood
20. Vlodemort is indeed really scary.
21. Draco probably has AIDs anyway
22. Every main charact
The Dark Wood's Murder of CrowsThe Dark Wood's Murder of Crows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the trees Caws echo and sound,
Enveloping Travelers all around.
Black Feathers and Beaks,
Calling out from their Peaks
Like the subtle warning signs,
You find between the lines.
But few unknowing have not heard,
Any warning signs from each sly little Bird.
So victim they fell to the silent Theft,
Losing any Gems that they might have left.
The victims made their stories well known,
and warned the people, "Don't go there alone."
Though one day a wanderer happened a near,
Straight-faced, lacking any sign of fear.
Quite normal she seemed,
Or so the Birds deemed,
Until one ventured to pluck a hair off her head,
And moments later landed on the ground dead,
With an arrow straight through it's chest.
Causing sharp cries of detest,
From the crowd that was still flocked.
Fearful, so louder they squawked,
Their own threats of Attack,
But none would dare strike back.
For the body lied bleeding,
Cursed them with fear, so impeding.
The sharpest birds knew they should grieve,
And were careful fr
The dove and the crow Chp.1 I could hear his distinctive footsteps ascend up the staircase. I hid in the safety of my bedroom wardrobe, praying he wouldnt find me. Each creak grew louder. His footsteps getting closer. The tiny chink of light issuing from the gap between the doors, now blocked by a tall, towering figure. My body numbed, my mouth dried, the cold sweat trickled down my frozen cheek, the shivers shook down my spine. He found me.The dove and the crow Chp.18 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
RYAN! Why havent you done the dishes yet? he shrieked. His iron grip pierced the skin on my scrawny arm as I was thrown out of the wardrobe, smacking hard against the concrete wall. His hand of steel swiftly struck me silently across the face, the pain unbearable. Cheek stinging violently, blood flooding my mouth; I collapsed onto the grey, dusty carpet, shaking the houses foundations. The image of his furious, red face consumed my mind before I fell into the black abyss of darkness. Oh Father
No more being bulliedDon’t you get it, this is your warNo more being bullied4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no beef with you I’m not counting the score
I just want to be me without playing this fight
But you can’t let it rest you have to be right
I just want to live without this time consuming game
But you turn this to shit again and again
Can’t you leave me be to live my own life
Without being a asshole and giving me strife
I have no quarrel with you or your group
Please take me out of this self-played loop
For fuck can’t you leave me to grow on my own?
Disown me then try to make me your own
To many games you play to make yourself real
How many hearts and minds will you steel?
It’s all for your games the people no care
Dear man when will you ever try to play this game fair?
Tomorrow Is Another DayHow can I dreamTomorrow Is Another Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'm hurt?
How can I smile
When I'm dirt?
How can I hope
When I'm forgotten?
How can I be
When I'm nothing?
I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone close
I don't know if these words
Will impact you, or set an impression
But take this advice
From an old cutter
It gets better, even if your life has melted like butter
You're not forgotten
You're always in someone's mind
You're not dirt
Cause to someone you shine
There is still hope for you
Even if your dream is broken
I noticed that
When the girl I loved, came even closer
Don't hurt yourself today
Cause you never know