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 Reminder12 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
PunkinPunkin10 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
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
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&
onceonce11 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
The Coffee HouseThe Coffee House11 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.
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
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
Amber Pools - the whole storyAmber Pools - the whole story10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Prelude: Dream of Me
I'm not sure how I ended up in front of the church, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter. I stood at the foot of the stone steps in a deep blue fitted gown. Blue? What happened to black? Well guessed I must not be there for a funeral... With blue flowers in my hair and a white rose in my hand, I wandered through the large wooden doors, hoping I looked like I belonged. I'm not sure why the sudden impulse to go there, I just knew that I had to.
No one seemed to notice me as I made my way through the church halls. I walked easily, letting my feet guide me as if I had been there many times before. I came to a chapel decorated with pink delicate roses. How nauseating. I slipped into the back pew and placed my rose beside me. Things were making little sense. I looked around me, not recognizing anyone. Why was I in a church at a wedding?
Dreaming Of Wang's CarpetsDreaming Of Wang's Carpets11 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 - 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)
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
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.
Sgt. DivineSgt. Divine10 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
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
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?
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
Awake Under the BlanketsAwake Under the Blankets10 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
Tempting Darkness Wesker x Jill IICh.02Tempting Darkness Wesker x Jill II3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I sighed contently as I flopped back down on my couch. Today was horrible. I chuckled to myself as I realized it was going to get better. I glanced town at my Timex watch. 6:30. Good I had more than enough time since Jill lived about 5 minutes away. I stood up slowly and examined myself. Black dress pants and shoes. Grey shirt and a blood red tie. I walked up to my personal study and unlocked the door. Once inside I looked at my bookshelf. If I remembered correctly Jill had said she liked Stephen King. And that she wanted to read 'The Stand'. I found my copy and grabbed some gift wrap in the corner. Tomarrow WAS her birthday after all. I gently wrapped the gift and pulled on my dress coat. And headed down the stairs with the gift under my arm. Once outside I locked up and headed over to my car. A black and red firari. A double tap on the key's button told me it was unlocked and I hopped in. Once the engine started I pulled out of my driveway. Traffic was much lighter than I had a
Tempting Darkness Wesker x Jill ICh.01Tempting Darkness Wesker x Jill I3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I struggled to open the door to the Raccoon city police department. Fortunately Jill Valentine one of my more sofisticated officers. She smiled as she saw me struggling with the many Dunkin Dougnuts bags. I growled with distaste and one more bag clenched inbetween my teeth.
"Let me help Captain."
Jill smiled broadly as she relieved my burdan. I walked past my S.T.A.R.S officers wordlessly and slammed the door to my office. I hated coffie day when it was my turn. It seems they ordered more stuff than neccicairy purly because it was my turn. I placed my bag and drink on the desk. I sat down heavily and hiked my boots up on the top. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. When I opened them again Jill was sitting on the other side of my desk munching on her doughnut. I fell out of my chair in surprise.
"No need to fret Captain. I just wanted to know if I could eat with you."
I got back up and pulled out my own doughnut. I nibbled on it slowly. I wasn't used to having co
Tempting Darkness Wesker x Jill IVCh.04Tempting Darkness Wesker x Jill IV3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It took forever to get the two overly chatty women out of my house. All they could do was bicker. Granted the conversations where interesting but still. I chuckled as I remembered Jill brought up Red vs Blue's 'zombie plan'. I went up to my study and grabbed the virus given to me by Birkin. I winced as the needle went under the skin and I pushed the plunger down. I always hated needle. Something about them creeped me out. I sighed as I heard a knock on the door. Glancing at my watch I saw that it was twelve o' three.
'Now who could that be? Cant be Umbrella Spencer doesnt usually overlap missions.'
I walked down stairs and reached my door. I glanced out the peep hole and to my surprise I saw Jill still in her casual clothes from this afternoon. I opened the door after reaching into my pocket and putting my sunglasses back on.
"Uh this may sound a bit childish but I cant sleep so you want to go out for coffee or something?"
"Uh .. Well I wasnt planning on anything so I