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 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!
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
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
My EnemyI see that youve noticed my hands.My Enemy7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yes, the cracks there, they bleed
And sometimes they hurt quite badly,
But dont pay any attention to that
The rash? Yes, it burns and itches,
But give it time, it will go away.
I know it looks like hives, but I assure you
Its not a problem.
When I was little, I, ah,
Scratched my ankles until the blood stained my socks
And the sores rubbed raw by my shoes
And I scratched them.
But they healed, eventually.
And I went in once a week or so
Since I was three
To get shots
Filled with bits of the things that I was allergic to.
And every night and day I used a machine
That whirred like a lawnmower
With steam and smoke coming out the top
Id breathe it into my lunges through a mask
And itd help with the asthma.
But, I dont really use it anymore.
As you can see, I have a few small problems
But still, I smiled even when it hurt
And I laughed
Even as my skin cracked open in the summer
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 Vore1 year 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
Revenge is sweet -vore-Revenge is Sweet vore-Revenge is sweet -vore-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WARNING! Contains soft, unwilling M/M oral vore!
Also, contains some swearing.
All characters belong to me! <3
It had been 10 hours since Daymond had last seen Tom. 10 hours. It was unheard of for Tom to go this long without contacting him. Needless to say, Daymond was worried.
Daymond and Tom shared a dorm room, and Daymond hadn't had any classes that day. Tom had to go to his Chemistry 101 class for the morning, and then after that, to his Engineering classes. He had left at 8 o' clock that morning, and Day had expected him back at around 3 o' clock in the afternoon. Well, it was 6 o' clock and getting dark. Day had had enough of sitting around waiting and worrying. He had to take matters into his own hands. So, grabbing his flashlight, a water bottle, jacket and a spare jacket -just in case- he headed out to the setting sun to look for Tom.
Tom was not exactly everybody's pal
Dispelling the myths...With thanks to Dawkins especially, but many other leading scientists and philosophers too.Dispelling the myths...8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Can Evolution and God Coexist?
Evolution and God cannot comprehensibly coexist. It is a complete nonsensical idea, and is only ever suggested on the behalf of the christian, who realising the in-deniability of evolution, tries to cling to some 'fiat' life raft.
Evolution is a theory, tested and proven/observed that very accurately and brilliantly raises our consciousness to the fact that complicated things (such as humans) arrive 'on the scene' after a very very very long and very gradual process (the process of evolution). Evolution shows how and why we came to be the way we are in a very easy, understandable and acceptable way.
Now, to postulate that some creator of intelligence far far faaaar beyond us simply came into being out of nothing, (the 'unmoved mover' theory), simply defies all 'laws' of evolution - which have been tested and shown. Complex matter arrives on the scene a
BloodBlood11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood is pure
Blood is blood
Blood is pain
Blood is love
Blood is passion
Blood is in me
And so is blood that is in you
Blood makes the world go round
Blood makes me think
Does it make you?
Blood unifies me
Blood is unexceptional
Blood is everywhere
Blood is precious
It is not a thing to waste
Blood makes you bleed
Blood makes you breathe
Blood is chaos
It is a gossip
Blood is in all of us
Xbox is better than WomenXbox is better than Women10 years ago in Humor More Like This
1.) My Xbox never gets jealous of my PS2 or my Gamecube.
2.) If I get bored I can always go down to blockbuster and rent a new game for about 5 bucks.
3.) It's not a big deal if one of my friends is playing my Xbox behind my back.
4.) When I get my new Xbox2, I won't regret leaving my Xbox alone.
5.) My Xbox is never "not in the mood" when I want to play with it.
6.) My Xbox never complains if I finish playing it too quickly.
7.) My Xbox never complains if I play it all night long.
8.) My Xbox doesn't complain if I never play with it at all.
9.) We'll always have November 9th
10.) My Xbox is always ready to be played.
11.) My Xbox doesn't mind if I let my friends watch me play with it.
12.) My Xbox will never tell me that it "Doesn't play those kinds of games"
13.) My friends and I can get together and all play my Xbox at the same time (awww yea!)
14.) I can play my Xbox right after I take it out of the box. My Xbox won't tell me "I'm not ready for that kind of relationship yet".
for Stephenblackened jack boots grinding to dust cherry blossomsfor Stephen6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The Holocaust still burying the innocent
The Master Chief FactsThe Master Chief Facts8 years ago in Humor More Like This
- The number 117 isn't just Master Chief's identification, it's the length of his penis... in yards.
- There is no energy shield. Projectiles just stop before hitting the Chief.
- Master Chief doesn't need weapons to kill things, the weapons need Master Chief
- The Spartan Mark V armor actually broke because it couldn't contain Master Chief's awesomeness.
- If the marines just stay out of his way, Master Chief can finish the entire Halo story before you can say 'Halo'.
- The Chief did scare some Elites. So much that even their armor colors turned white, that's why there are white armored Elites.
- Microsoft doesn't own Master Chief. On the contrary, the Master Chief owns Microsoft.
- Master Chief's voice has the power to give women orgasms. The helmet he wears merely keeps that from happening.
- There are no Hackers, Modders, Glitches, Lag, and Cheaters. You losers were playing against the Master Chief and he's a better player than you.
- Gordon Freeman sleeps in Master Chief pajamas.
RevengeI gave a 'Rubix Cube' to someone who was colourblind today.Revenge5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That'll teach you for saying my shirt was grey.
Summer Series1.Summer Series5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leaving the elevator
another fight ending
with your absence
on both sides of the toast
more oil news...
I take my coffee
the fading tune
of ice cream
on the bedside radio
Kind of Blue
the summer garden
on grandma's face
at the house next door
my brother stomps
back to school
the doctor advises
up to my ears
in monthly bills
for this tanka
end of summer
a new cocoon
in the attic
she pretends not to need
first school day
with perfect pronunciation
of foreign war
a heron gliding
I Am ArtPaint me,I Am Art5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Use a brush, and bring me to life.
Your pencil, my way into the world.
A camera click, and I'm immortalized.
Works of many, to create the one.
With stock or tablet, I'm virtually known.
Press play, and you shall direct.
Scalpel firm, to create my print.
With bright paper, I am creations of origami.
Forms of clay, I am any shape.
Threaded needles, stitch me firm and true.
Shaken cans, graffiti my emotions.
With a pen, I am your inner most thoughts.
All of these, are a part of who I am.
Simply, I am Art.
night sky haikunight sky haiku6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the temple's roof
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
A sad little poemThe roses are dead,A sad little poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the violets are too,
our kisses are spectral,
but I still love you.
A sad little poem,
for a sad little girl.
She who's heart knows no bounds,
as I raise my glass of milk and alcohol,
wash the sweet, bitter, slight burning
down my smoke-wracked throat.
Here's one for the happiness, love,
that we'll feel one day.
Another for the trust in you, in me,
even in times so hard.
One more for the love I give,
and again for yours, my love.
I stood outside and watched the moon,
it didn't go anywhere, like I expected,
it just shone a little brighter,
so did your star.
Here, hold this, it's my heart,
be careful with it, cause like a cliche,
it's so fragile.
You know, there's only so many times,
I can fix the damned thing
and I keep breaking it, so here you go.
Hold it tight to your breast,
nestle it gently on a chain
around your slender neck.
One day, when I pepper your
throat with tender kisses,
I'll remember it's there
and I'll stop and smile.
I'll whisper my love for you,
Sith WarsSith Wars8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Letters To the Emperor
Characters: Anakin Sywalker, Halley, Obi Wan, Yoda, other random Jedi
Timeline: After Padme left Anakin and took his children, he and his Apprentice have headed out into the Universe to train while he recovers from the betrayal... After going to the Jedi planet of Ragoon Six and eliminating the Jedi there, a terrifying message is revealed to the council...
We have nothing to fear from the Sith. Obi Wan Kenobi faced the irritated council, frowning, looking at their impassive faces and standing his ground. Yes, there is a Sith presence. Yes, the Emperor is a Sith. But he was once one of us, and he is not going to mount an attack, that is all there is to it. I have known him his entire adult life.
Another voice chimed in, a Master on the far end of the chamber sat up, scowling. Did he not attack you, Obi Wan? His own old Master? And what of their followers? The Sith have woken a sizeable army! T