When the tongues touchWhen you lay in bedWhen the tongues touch7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Face facing another
When you taste her morning breath
Her lungs to your lungs
From your lungs to hers
When you lay and seek
In eyes of her splendid sunrise
Searching her book of beauty
When you shakedown its pages
You shake further
When you see a blur for her face
Eye to eye
Transfixed you find your lover
When you revel in the heat
From the sheets
Made in the night past
When you move your hand further
Gliding her perfect template
She glides yours too
When you lean forward
Inches become thou
One skin from two
Nothing Is Perfect But LoveI was wondering through life looking for a purpose I thought I'd never find.Nothing Is Perfect But Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was thinking no one would care if I just disappeared.
I know life is not perfect.
I know sometimes it can be really hard...impossible.
Forgetting that a miracle could happen in my life, I was ready to give up.
Then there was you.
Like a light blindly shinning in the dark, you captured me.
You stole from me the one thing I didn't think I had anymore,
Love in my heart.
I am a better person today,
living, laughing, loving again.
If there are angels on earth,
You are definately one of them.
You saved my life.
Showed me who I really am
I love you.
plastic hearts screaming.you sit beneath me in butter-cup trees,plastic hearts screaming.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
life constructed out of paper boxes and
simple cardboard paper cranes,
you look up from the book in your hands
pages all melted together from the clam
of your delicate palms, eager to go from
chapter to chapter without so much as a
break to breathe in-between the melodies
of vampires and werewolves and love and
lust and life and death and beauty and the
fire blazing in the pads of your fingers
your heads tilts, a globe on its axis, and
words bubble at the bones of your back
and I smile and you smile and the whole
world smiles back at us like the sunshine
in the middle of winter, lighting up the
sky with rainbows forgotten in February
like puppies lost in the deep black sea
you open your mouth and a sigh sings
softly to my ears, like the pulley of an
old stone well in the midst if the Sahara,
ringing with the laughter of seven million
tiny little bells, like the happiness in your
eyes of molten gold and mud and beauty
so very rare, I wonder how it
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 28 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part two of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 2 of 28 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The second part of Eyes of an Angel will no longer be available for viewing here, as it’s going to be published by Pants On Fire Press! I apologize to those who were looking forward to seeing the rest of the story and I hope that you can share in my excitement that it will soon be an illustrated book, with artwork by the incomparable Natsuki-3.
Thank you for your support and stay tuned for more news! Links to Pants On Fire Press’ website and facebook can be found in the comments. I will update this notice once it hits the shelves!
Again, thank you!
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so wonderfully flawed and couldnt only a girl create such emotions and make things so delicate? Our trivial emotions like jealousy and rage, curiosity and adrenaline, they all had such a feminine edge, you said.
You threw in a compliment about me somewhere in there and I nodded and bit my bottom lip because God suddenly seemed very, very real.
You asked me something vaguely romantic and it hit m
Troy...or notTroy or notTroy...or not8 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By the Gods! snapped Helen, standing resplendent in the middle of the battlefield, will noone ask me whether I want to go back or not? Even though Im the one being fought over, no one even tries to ask my opinion about it!
The two rival armies had come to a halt on either side of the legendary beauty, gaping at her in amazement. Menelaus was standing at the head of his army, holding an unsheathed sword, with his mouth hanging open, looking utterly stupid, as his slow brain tried to figure out why his wife was behaving like that. From the time he had known her, she had always been so meek and obedient, always listening to him and giving him whatever he asked for. Now she was a veritable lioness, standing there roaring away loudly enough to scare the hair off a man.
Now that she had grabbed everyones attention, Helen cleared her throat and continued none too mildly
I dont know why you bunch of id
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
FuckAnd it all comes crashing down when you realize,Fuck6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"There is no such thing as love".
UrUrgredju. Prologue - Guardian (RUS, ENG)RUS:UrUrgredju. Prologue - Guardian (RUS, ENG)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- О всемогущий НуРэ, наше великое солнце, - голос одинокого стражника звенел в заледенелом таинственном зале, - приветствую твои жизнь дающие лучи. Мы живём и соз
Chapter Six: Symphony******Chapter Six: Symphony9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter Six: Francehelles Third Symphony
It took three broken bones, eight contusions, one minor electrical burn and an outbreak of Rhienhelsers Flu to end the medical team of the Resplendents tour of duty. Being reassigned to Obsidians hospital was, for most army medics, a dream come true. For Jean Schaeffer it was plenty of overtime, lots of advancement opportunities, and most importantly, a place she could call home. She stepped off the tarmac and reveled at the massive Primary Housing Districts welcome center along with her colleges. Whoever designed Obsidans building structures had been an artistic genius. No expense had been spared. Unlike Reach, the UNSCs first major off-world military branch, Obsidan was also going to be home to thousands of refugees from around the galaxy. Its existence had been relatively unknown in the days before the Covenant first assaulted humankind; it
Not Ready YetIn most states, the legal age to be emancipated from your parents is eighteen. So if your family throws you out at seventeen, are they breaking the law? Are you?Not Ready Yet8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My parents are very traditional. My mother makes us go to church every Sunday. My father is disgusted whenever he sees another report about global warming. He calls An Inconvenient Truth a piece of liberal propaganda disguised as a documentary.
Sometimes I wonder if it was their constant hammering of their beliefs on me that made me this way. Some say youre born to be who you are. But maybe I wasnt born like this at all.
The beginning to this isnt about where I am right now, though; it starts with how I got here in the first place. The real beginning takes place in middle school. When I met Eddie.
We met in sixth grade because assigned seats were in alphabetical order by last name. My name, Seth Sohlon, placed me right next to Edward Satch. Eddie. We just started talking because
Damaged Goods'Eric. For Primus' sake stop pacing, I can't think.' Ironhide snapped what everyone was thinking; everyone was tense and Optimus' jumpiness was only making it worse.Damaged Goods8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The leader shot the former special ops member a dirty look, which collapsed when he saw the expression he got in return. 'Sorry.'
'Look, we're all worried about Bee,' said Ratchet. 'But making yourself ill isn't going to help him-'
'You! Stop right there!' Optimus pushed Ratchet aside and aimed a handful of blue flame at the shadows in the corner. The others turned, startled, and at first there was nothing, then a grinning, lithe figure slunk out of the darkness, hands out in a gesture of harmlessness.
'Little jittery there, eh, Prime?' said Frenzy. 'Sure you don't want to talk? After all, I know where your kid is...'
Optimus drew himself up, but didn't drop the ball of flame. 'Why would you tell us that, you little freak?'
Frenzy ignored the insult, though his eyes hardened. 'Beca
Winter Series1.Winter Series6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the winter compost
100 miles away
my grandfather's ashes
the janitor vacuums
a second time
his street name
on the skid row wall...
a commercial selling
the sound of knuckles
of a raven's cry-
over an ex boyfriend
my little sister
on the ways of men
the beggar eyes
a gingerbread house
through her breath
in the pack rat's nest
overcast on every poster the same child
nothing to discuss
beyond weather reports
than our summer affair
the storefront Santa
in a fire lane
a spider drops
leaning one way
New Year's morning
my father combs back
on the frozen trail
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Master Chief: Into the Mark IVMaster Chief: Into the Mark IV8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its exterior was hard, sleek, jet-green polished. Its interior seemed soft, foamed, electronically placented. The MJOLNIR Mark IV armour. Split apart, like the broken cocoon of a butterfly larva that had finished metamorphosis, ready for the world.
Master Chief Petty Officer John-117 studied the opened battle armour. He inspected the HUD, the torchlight, the neural interface...and the infinite other functions of the suit, while the engineer droned on about every aspect of the suit he was studying. John absorbed all the information.
He took a deep breath. "I'm ready. It's time," he declared.
He pushed his ripped body gently into the exo-skeleton he would wear for many years after. He waited in prolonged silence as the engineers outside the suit sealed him in the kevlar cocoon. He ignored the initial discomfort as the vacuum created by external air pumps compressed the suit against his skin.
As the neural interface of the suit inextricably melded with his, he knew he was now more than ju
Twilight's VoreApplejack was galloping to Twilight's house, carrying apples in her saddlebag. She looked over at the door. She trotted over to it and knocked softly. Twilight peeked out. "Hey Applejack!" she said. "Hey." Applejack replied. She trotted inside. Twilight walked into the kitchen, shouting, "SPIKE! MAKE SOME NACHOS!" Applejack looked over at Twilight's books. She picked up one called 'The Art of Deceiving' and read it.Twilight's Vore2 years ago in Drama More Like This
*30 MINUTES LATER*
She was halfway through when the floor under her flipped and she fell into a chair. Metal clamped over her hooves and she suddenly felt something wet on her hoof. She looked over and saw Twilight.... licking it. "WHAT THE HECK TWILIGHT!? Y'ALL ARE CRAZY!" Suddenly, Twilight rushed over to Applejack's head and put it in her mouth. Twilig
Atheism: An essay I am an atheist. Atheism is not a religion. There is no assigned moral code; each atheist has his or her own personal morals. There are no written texts giving guidelines to life for atheists. Some acclaimed atheists might just be lazy and want to escape from the responsibility that comes with believing in a god and feeling guilty for blasphemy committed. In that case, I think that this person is not atheist, but just a pathetic human being who doesn't like to take responsibility for their actions. Sure, atheists do not believe in the existence of a god, but does this mean that they lack morals because they do not follow teachings of a religion?Atheism: An essay9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I say, of course not. It is simply not fair for anyone to judge anyone else for anything, and atheism is a great example. I would like to give viewpoints from many religions, but my general knowledge doesn't go past the conflict between Christianity (specifically Catholicis
FsckAnd you're so fucking braveFsck9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind that computer screen
So free of the blame
When you can't hear me scream
And don't you pretend
That you can't understand
When you sit up so high
You just extend the fall
You know you never lost at all...
Don't say I'm not sorry
When you can't see my eyes
I was too far gone
To distinguish the lies
Upset turns to rage
And I spite you with this pen
But for now I am broken
And the darks seeped in again
So don't tell me you hate me
From behind that screen
Don't tell me you hate me
When you can't see me scream
UrUrgredju. Chapter 1 - Aliens (RUS, ENG)RUS:UrUrgredju. Chapter 1 - Aliens (RUS, ENG)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Её глаза, смутно сияющие в предрассветной тьме коридора, вглядывались сквозь окно в синеватую черноту неба, где вдалеке среди звёзд виднелись две едва заметные коме
BloodBlood12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It runs through my veins
Like liquid fire
Causing so much pain,
Yet bringing such joy
Flowing through my muscular heart
And stright into my thoughtful brain
Giving me life
It is the blood of time
Carrying me out of the past
And propelling me into the unending future.
Dick-Laurence Renku -FINISHED-waning heatDick-Laurence Renku -FINISHED-6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a few bare spots
in the melon patch
sweat drips from his
talk of Jackson's death
dusk hollows storm winds resound
her father's voice
between each gunshot
in full bloom
steam from the tea
on my face
the toddler mimics
the streetlamps come on
one by one
the strip club's roof
red light district
the working girl
haggles her price
smelling of cheap wine
he turns 50
a string of butterflies
in the crocus
on the stereo
a moth wriggles
on the flowering cactus
throughout the valley
a child's song
the rising pitch
of night hawks