Remembering the boyRemembering the boy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through these teary eyes,
I see misty eyes looking back at me,
needing more then I can give.
Heaven knows where I belong.
I'll pack my bags tonight,
take the early flight.
Time to leave,
or I'll surly die,
get on the train,
in the pouring rain,
Say farewell ,
lets not say goodbye.
Each beat from my heart,
pulls us feather apart,
Now I'm lost,
feeling lonely in the dark.
Have a glass of wine,
just for old times,
remembering the boy,
I left behind.
I miss him now,
in my darkest hour,
just the way,
that we lay.
Let the breeze lift me,
carry me across the sea,
across the land,
in his arms,
that's where I belong.
Let us have a toast,
lets make the most,
Sip this blood red wine.
Un orsetto.Un orsetto.10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
UN ORSETTO. RACCONTO COMPLETO CON MORALE
C'era allora un orsetto, tutto ingrigito per la sua maledizione, che viveva sottoterra, in una cava interamente scavata nella porcellana. Da molti anni l'orsetto soffriva d'insonnia. Oltre a questo, era tormentato da terrificanti creature demoniache, che a volte gli davano un po' di fastidio, anche se in fondo voleva loro bene. Concluse che doveva essersi comportato male, cosi` quel giorno, alzatosi dalla veglia, si reco` all'Assemblea della Carita` piu` vicina.
Lo ritroviamo ormai giunto al cospetto dell'Emiro della Carita`. L'Emiro era un bipede che indossava un inusuale copricapo. Il copricapo, scopriremo piu` tardi in questa frase, splendeva di una lucentezza soffusa e innaturale. Dopo il tradizionale saluto, l'orsetto comunico`: "Non ho compiuto abbastanza bene, e una notte non ho recitato il precetto". L'Emiro lo percosse crudelmente, e subito dopo gli disse: "Dovrai recarti alla Foresta dei Sette Indovinelli, per completare l'espiazion
Powder WhitePowder White8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
White powder removes the blush from her face,
Settles into the curves of her form.
Black line falters along her brow,
Rouge presses into her cheek carved from stone.
The corset strains to contain,
Her waist, nipped to perfection.
Breasts cradled, pushed up toward her chin,
Where a single beauty spot alights.
Hair swept up in loose tendrils,
Wild curls pinned carefully into place.
Pools of dark for eyes, sparkling with
Timeless elegance and cunning.
The light of innocence long since faded,
A jaded heart takes and never gives.
The memory of a true love now a shade,
As she passes through the endless days at court.
Her web of jewels and lace entice;
Indulgent in luxury, and still a dangerous mystery.
Mistress of many,
Servant to none.
Enveloped in the bosom of satin pillows,
Skirts full like a ship in sail.
She navigates the palace halls and bedrooms.
All count her steps, hoping she will glide towards them.
She welcomes youth into her arms, though it is leaving her.
But time brings experie
The Barefoot WomanThe Barefoot Woman10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like sapphire clouds that in silence
Slide behind turquoise mountains
Under a sky dressed of blue,
Expanding endless ticking
As the roses in the rain
And the gardens with seven colours
That arched the sky
From pot of gold to pot of gold.
As early risers sprays
In the skin of the leaves
That to the young day its arms open
Above Emerald tapestries
It resembles snow fair
On the heights of the peaks and the bald eagle
That as a tigress protecting her kids
Is not she like the belly of the sea
Of my island?
Here's the barefoot woman.
A pure lineage of Penelope
Although the suit Eva wears.
Falls not in the hands of someone else’s Adam. .
A piano only for its pianist
To be in a unique setting
Spring from her heart the arrows of
And the halo of Nefertiti holds.
In the throne of Mary sits
And taking Sarai as a guide.
The gems of Helen exceeds
More songs than the one
Who Solomon sang receive.
To Esther resembles and courag
KissKiss8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
There's nothing sweeter
than a kiss, except for the
moment right before
GeishaGeisha9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The smells of perfume and incense rake at the air. My hair flows down my back, no longer prim. I stand over the body of my lover. He is looking up at me, bewildered. A muted gurgle escapes his lips. He draws his last breath. I fix my hair. I reapply makeup. For what? Revolution.
BodiesBodies8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Dear Professor ____,
I am an inmate here in a prison in ____ and I got your name from an engaging op-ed article of yours in the Times some weeks ago. I am writing to ask if you would please consider arranging a one year subscription to the Times for me.
I apologize if you find my request offensive but I enjoy literate material and feel the newspaper an excellent alternative to a college classroom. An inmate here in the facility has a subscription and once in a while an issue will trickle into my hands, which is how I came across your piece and the enclosed order form. I should add that I don't skim through the Times but spend a few hours reading almost everything in it the way I would were I on a deserted island and had nothing but the paper to read. Only drawback is that the paper engages time I'd otherwise spend reading literature and other books. Thomas Jefferson stopped reading newspapers so he could devote more time to books, and Thoreau makes an interestin
We are freeWe are free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.
Why I just have 1 wing outWhy I just have 1 wing out9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm "born" with a couple of wings -yeah...born's wrong XD... that's more "dead"-.
One day, as I was hunting, you know I was really hungry, I wanted blood so much that I didnt care about my own security.
I went out, probably on a "hunting-party" of some crazy vampire-haters, with a simple scythe as only weapon, and with my boyfriend, an handsome male vampire.
So I killed about...erm... I think 4 people. The last one I bit yelled so loud when he saw me, that those vampire hunters knew where we were.
My boyfriend said to me "Don't stay here. It's not safe, I think these ones aren't easy to fight. I don't wanna take any risk."
I screamed, while sucking another dead neck : "No way!!! I WANT more blood, go back home alone. I'll follow you later."
He was getting away from me when I heard him scream. He had been shot. It wasn't a silver bullet, otherwise he would have been killed. It was something else. Anyway...something bad for us : He was hurt, and people like us aren't hurt so easily.
Fifty Less CentsI deposited my last fifty cents to call him. When the phone started ringing, a smile crept across my face. I haven't done that in a while, considering how I've been traveling a lot lately. I've had so much stress; I've been trying to meet the deadlines for my stories. I make too many promises; so it's partly my fault. He's the only thing that makes me want to keep going. "Hello?" he said as he finally picked up, and I'm so glad he did. "Who's this?"Fifty Less Cents8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Hi, it's me," I said; I was giggling like an idiot, but I couldn't care less at this point. "You don't know how happy I am to hear your voice right now." There was a pause, and it worried me. "Please understand, I don't have much time to talk. I'm on a payphone. I only have three minutes."
"Oh, okay. I guess I should say this now then," he said finally responding.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It's over, okay?"
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
SC7 - Dreaming AustraliaSC7 - Dreaming Australia10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dovevo decidermi. Andarmene quella notte, o rimanere per sempre. Un biglietto aereo da ottocento euro, e a meno di due ore dal decollo non ero ancora del tutto convinto.
Era notte. Claudia non si doveva essere preoccupata molto nel non vedermi rientrare. Mi era venuto a trovare un vecchio amico del liceo, e lei ci avrà immaginato in qualche locale a passare la nottata. Invece eravamo in aeroporto. Entro unora avrei dovuto fare il check-in. Una volta imbarcati i bagagli, non avrei certo potuto tirarmi indietro. Se fossi tornato a casa e avesse visto il mio armadio vuoto cosa le avrei detto? Quindi laereo partiva fra due ore, ma io ne avevo una sola, per decidere la mia vita. Non sono abituato a questo tipo di scelte, non così in fretta. Ripartiremo da zero, mi diceva Marcello, il mio vecchio amico del liceo che mi è piombato in casa il giorno prima con la ferma intenzione di portarmi con sé, in Australia, senza dirlo a nessuno, senza una lira. Ripartiremo
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.Depression9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired