Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity11 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
Alone in the Rain - SilverLighAlone in the Rain - SilverLigh11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing out here alone in the rain
Trying to wash away all of my pain
Drowning the sorrows from past years
Hiding from my nightmares and fears
The rain just gets harder and faster
I miss the good times and the laughter
I hide from it out here in the wet and cold
And I suffer from the things I've been told
The rain follows where tears once went
The rain like the pain shows no repent
I suffer for everything I am deep inside
And I remember the tears I once cried
I look around and see puddles of rain
Getting deeper and deeper like the pain
The puddles that used to be puddles of tears
The feelings and thoughts from all my fears
I can't explain to you the way I feel
And maybe by standing here I'll heal
I'll somehow wash away some of the pain
And I'll just stand here alone in the rain.
CensorshipCensorshipCensorship13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Censorship really blows.
It strives to eliminate games like Grand Theft Auto.
The media needs to get a life
And focus more on what is right.
The FCC won't let Eminem be.
It's also a crime to watch MTV.
Sex is more feared than violence and such,
All to protect ourselves from what?
School dress codes are whack;
Certain outfits are said to distract.
Education is what our great country could use,
So that this issue can no longer confuse.
Popular shows, games, and music are there to entertain.
Shouldn't it be up to us to choose when to refrain?
Just a Little ReminderThe room is hotJust a Little Reminder13 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's red and it's bloody
Your shirt is wet
Your shoes stained and muddy
Your wrists driven into
The wall with old tacks
You are still, kept in place
With nails sewn to your back
You cannot scream from shock
As your stomach's split open
As dead skin's on the ground
And the fetus is broken
A motionless heap
Attempting to heal
It's you or it's her
It's decisions that kill
You are just one more victim
Of emotions that strike
That pin you down twisted
With their poisonous bite
That leave you there sleeping
Where you cannot wake up
From this paralyzed nightmare
This nightmare called love
Just a little reminder
Don't fall while you're young
Don't ruin your life
Before it's begun
Genesis, To FlyGenesis, To Fly11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Genesis, To Fly
Main Entry: 1vol•a•tile
Pronunciation: 'vä-l&-t&l, esp British -"tIl
Etymology: French, from Latin volatilis, from volare to fly
1 : readily vaporizable at a relatively low temperature</i>
An era of Edenistic emotion
curls around my finger tips and toes,
slowly working its way to my heart—
felt cold, inside,
in the summertime; and winter fills itself
with warm motion pic
PunkinPunkin11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
plant your seed.
Rains taper, and
you watch carefully
during those first eight weeks.
As my flower blossomed, your
seed nurtured in my fertile womb,
you fled. Ran through the thick iron gates
that protected my garden, left them ajar
nudged its way
in, left me parched
and exposed in its
unforgiving light. Though
by August the days became
cooler, and left me exhausted.
Just a skeletal frame now; bearing
boldly the fruit of your plunder, my soul.
and ready for birth.
When you were cut from
the vine which had joined us
I no longer had reason
to live. I, a barren shell of
what once gave you life. You exploited
proudly, a paragon of the season.
you were dead.
You had shriveled
into a shell. They
boxed up the memories
and took you outside to rot
tossed carelessly upon a pile,
the last remains of mother and child
disintegrate together. Awaiting
onceonce12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i could not hold still
the images in my head.
gliding and looping
in infinity spirals
i sought to fix them
with iron nail
through hand and
impatient to learn stillness,
hammer in hand.
I was not being watched.
the minutiae of my life,
were a steam rail
into Past; while
I slid towards grey hairs
one year hence.
I plundered language.
I incanted each instance,
I spoke every second.
I sought permanence in the Word.
I became Description.
I was Frustration.
Blocked from doing
On the doorstep
tired of ceaseless fun.
Had enough stories.
Enough strobing places,
Enough searching for clothes
in strange grey rooms.
Enough tripping over holes
in strange grey matter.
Suspected the best stories
are those shared
in both the making
April FoolsApril Fools12 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I've been waiting all day.
All day, I've been sitting in front of my TV waiting for the constant war updates to switch to a special report. They will go live to the White House where the President will be sitting at his desk with the same concerned expression he always issues himself.
"My fellow Americans," he will begin, "As you well know, we are currently in the midst of great toil and hardship. It cannot be denied that there have been significant casualties and obstacles facing the course of Operation Iraqi Freedom. But as we forge on, I feel it is necessary to tell you, as well as the entire world…"
"APRIL FOOLS!" Saddam Hussein will scream, jumping in front of the camera. Bush, laughing uproariously, will stand and put his arm around the Iraqi leader.
"Man, we got 'em but good, didn't we!" Bush will say to Saddam between guffaws.
"We sure did, bro!" he will reply, nearly in tears. "At first I didn't think all these months were gonna be worth it, but every single person in the worl
AngelsЧто чувствуют ангелы, крыльев лишаясь?Angels9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Для них закрывается путь к небесам.
Они разбиваются, тщетно пытаясь
Лететь, как и прежде, навстречу ветрам.
Я ангелов видел, что кры&
The Loneliness of The HopeThe Loneliness of The Hope11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stains of dense night
which is expanded as branches
it shades the sky
colours which grow dark
shading the sight in the tears
in the branches of the pain
covering the stars
covering the moon
darkening every light
darkening every smile
tears as leaves
they come off the branches
they fall in the night
they mark the shade as falling stars
and they dance as feathers
in a winter of pain
where the moon cries the own sun
where the tears are blood
and where the river begins
pain drops transported by the current
the time dies
been drowned in the despair
fingers drenched with blood
which for the answers still look
they follow the river
to understand that the end is only the beginning
to understand that every tear
will cut for always the soul
wounds on a bark
interrupted the rings of the life
bleeding the despair
shouting again the snow
winter which dances in the darkness
clouds of shade which melt themselves in the air
shivers of intense cold
dress made of stone
I fall in the river
Black HolesNot all stars are good.Black Holes2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are many things in the open space that made Wolf's blood boil beneath his skin. The black holes that consumed all that was good and light, sending it into a different form, a different place that was unknown. These black holes thrived off of ruining others, until their own end eventually came. Wolf kept the words to himself though, the angry to his friend. He never would rush with his sword in a motion to kill, a motion to injure. He was not a paladin in a sense of murder for justice. He instead was the one who wanted Karma to take the lead. It's something that always felt so good to follow, to hold yourself back and to not fight. But when the black holes caused pain to the stars he witnessed, how is it far of him to just hold back when others needed him?
He buried his head beneath his paws, alone in the cold night, before eventually surging enough energy to hide it all away, and put on a smile as he flew off to the next flickering star.
A war of black hol
dragdrag11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of anathematized eggheads, dead poets, uprooted saddle-tramps -
an eclectic shangri-la that impales itself upon her sensibilities
like a beached whale on her shore
And this cold, small man-
call him Animus Annihilated-
"You wanna see Heaven baby?, Here's your chance." -
An open invitation to cool her heels in
the shadow of his soul.
Hoodwinked by her own loathsome ideal
she ogles the out-side,
staring through the cigarette that drips from her mouth,
into her love's eye
Kaboom - X - PoetryKaboom - X - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
[The Silent Guard]
Ive seen so many eyes in every size
slowly rest upon me
From everywhere they come and stare
and wonder how this could be
My heart so swells for I wish to tell
but cannot, unfortunately
Though most dont know, what they behold
is the utmost of penalties
In such primordial time as mine
I plotted what others could not
to speak for Earth from deep within
and guard it peacefully
but the effect of dissent usually meant
a harrowing eternity
and because statutes were absolute
there was no exception with me
Esteem you should, for this aging wood
is where Ive come to be
The colors may fade, but I will remain
gazing but placidly
Youll come to find Ill live in your mind
long after you turn to leave
The passive unblind, remember my kind,
the voice of the crying trees
I am Dryad.
-Mellissa Thomas (KilikaMel)
Awake Under the BlanketsAwake Under the Blankets11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Closer to darkness than anticipated,
the shadows breach the wall and slip
across the carpet.
With childish certainty the danger slides
and toils and bristles with thorns and eyes,
and eyes peer out from under sheets.
Magic never stood the test of time,
but clutching teddy close
prevents a mind spilling into tears.
Evil stalks on spindle legs
grown knobby and buckled through age,
the weight of slushy ooze a challenge.
Ears pick out the smacking of lips,
a meal made of child on the menu,
the slither of entrails never tucked in.
Move and be found, the little boy lost
inside the mind of an adult left to think,
quake with unease, but barely breath in truth.
While eager tentacles fumble with claws
made scratchy through crushing babies bones,
a pulse throbs under the blankets.
Catch the glow beneath sleeping cloth,
the torch bulb switched to combat fear,
and see the throwing off of covers.
The monster reels, flailing parts unknown,
descending the stair that waits in silence
at the back of the
Kaboom - Hi - PoetryKaboom - Hi - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will be your diligent maven for tonight
What, pray tell, would you like to try?
If its a dose of inspiration you have a taste for
I cook a spicy montage with great ardor
rich with animation, feeling, and color
You will inevitably request another
helping of such infectious splendor
Ah, have you sampled the high contrast yet?
Tis a fond specialty, I do guarantee
Id certainly be honored if youd let me
compose one of my best pieces for you
or is glamour perhaps more of what youre into?
Rest assured, dear guest, I prepare that too
The glamour platters seasoned with the finest rays of sunshine
and expertly sculpted with lights from premium vine
Theyre sweetly splashed with shadows and doused in diffusion
and envelop our guests in the most pleasant illusions
I also offer the drama and dynamism platter
seasoned with emotions and motions that matter
It offers an aroma most equal to its sight
I invite you to please take a cur
The Coffee HouseThe Coffee House12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Coffee House
Two handles for the perfect purchase,
Presents itself on an offset table,
The froth decorated with chocolate tornadoes.
The lip mark and the powder coated rim,
Hides the delicate flake.
Spoon in hand, thought in other;
The dark liquid flows; bringing forth its bittersweet warmth
Leaving a smug thought and a white moustache,
That only the tongue dares search.
A thought ventured as the voices fade
And the background music becomes every song you know
And every song you are yet to know.
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A few of the men say this used to be a church, but it's hard to tell anything in this storm. We are pinned under a black and violent sky that has held us inside this crumbling room since we arrived yesterday morning. The water slides along the cracked ceiling and bombards us from different spots.
Captain tells us to keep our weapons dry, but he knows it's impossible. The floor clutches our boots with three inches of sucking wet mud. If the wind ever dies down we'll have a better look around this old place, but for now we just listen as it batters the trees into the stone.
None of us know how long we have to wait here. Captain says we are to protect this structure so our side can launch rockets from it if the war ever begins. Barnes says there isn't going to be a war. He says neither side is willing to start it; but here we are, drenched and freezing, just in case.
In the brief moments when the wind and rain pause we can hear the water trickling down through
Dreaming Of Wang's CarpetsDreaming Of Wang's Carpets12 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Genteel, thrumming sines,
a dreary haze, afloat;
razed by cubist seas
Among those hollow, plastic cubes,
An other one; one other me:
"A me! A me!
Is it thee?
No, not I;
it is a she."
By her, irradiant Asian-made,
on Irish panpipe-voice, were played:
You know, I look around at the faces I know;
I fall in love with the people in the front row
Kaboom - IV - ProseKaboom - IV - Prose7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Lonely Door
Stupefaction wrenched Jenna as she watched uniformed police officers canvas all her rooms. Each room echoed intermittent clicks from the labor of sophisticated cameras.
The detective before her snapped her back into focus. Miss Saunders
Y-yes? ImIm really sorry. I just Her head snapped towards the top of the staircase as an officer photographed the hallway.
Oh. I understand, maam, he said lightly, forming a weak smile. Theres a lot going on at once, all these people in your house. Sorry about that. Im Detective Jeff Briggs. My partners outside. Um, how old is your daughter?
Kaboom - XII - PoetryKaboom - XII - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
SleepSleep12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
as he is carried to the garden.
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to slip
into its last coma,
palm stem walls blanketing
the mind's catacombs
while your planted carcass watches
a tsetse fly
drink its next meal.
My AngelMy Angel12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I knew I love you
I knew you were heaven sent
I dreamed of you my angel
Before we ever met
Soon after the start
true love with you
i'd found in my heart
you're sweet and kind
and my love for you
will last a lifetime
I dream of your smile
and it takes my breath away
i want you
I need you
more than i could ever say
All my prayers were answered
when into my life you came to me
now I love you so much
and now your my everything
When I look at the moon
and see all of its grace
your still more beautiful to me
and you always put a smile on my face
Together we are
your always here with me
i'd travel no matter how far
your the one i love
and the only one for me
The End of Ends"Do you really believe you can defeat me, Celestia? Ha! You insolent foal! You cannot defeat that which you helped create! My rebirth to the nightmares has been long coming, dear sister! You simply ignored the signs! For years, I have dwelt in the shadows painted in your wake! Our subjects, who should rightfully adore me, only loved you! You, with your disgusting light. Have you any idea what that was like? How I felt? No! Of course not! You never have! Dearest Celestia, the golden princess. Yours was truly the cruelest betrayal, sister. You blinded yourself to my misery, my anguish. All you ever saw was the glory of your crown. Nopony ever cared for me, but it was YOU who truly rejected me. You allowed our subjects to bask in your day, yet ignore the wonders of my night! This was your doing, Celestia! I have only ever wanted ponies to delight in the glow of my moon! I've yearned for their love, craved that which has always been my right! And now I can have it! I can finally show themThe End of Ends2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
All OkayJak collapsed on the bed in the small room at the hostel they'd been renting for months. He closed his eyes momentarily, his head throbbing in the light. He tried to work up the energy to get his ass up off the bed and turn the light down, but there was no use. He could barely move as it was, and wasn't at all sure how he'd managed to get home without falling off his zoomer. It was days like this that he missed having Daxter sitting on his shoulder, chattering his ear off, keeping him awake and sane.All Okay12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Daxter?" he asked quietly, his eyes still closed. His whole body had started up an angry thumping of pain as a counterpoint to the throbbing of his head. As was made obvious by the lack of a loud, obnoxious voice, Dax wasn't home yet. Jak groaned and forced his arms to pluck at the leather strap on his chest in a vain attempt to get it off. He felt cramped and too warm and sore, bruised and battered after his latest mission, with blood on his face and body. He wasn't sure how badly he was