Empty Box I left a box on your porch the night before I broke up with you. It was cardboard, medium-sized, bigger than a breadbox, smaller than a refrigerator. There weren't any words or anything on it. It was blank. And empty.Empty Box5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a message on the answering machine when I got home from work the next day, and I knew it was from you but couldn't stand the blinking red light anymore.
If you had looked, which I'm sure you hadn't, you would have seen that the corners were battered, the edges were dirty. Maybe if you had understood, we would still be together.
A few years ago, when we first met, you gave me a box. It was small, black, hard. It was difficult to open and close; you had to be careful not to snap your fingers. Inside, on velvet lining, w
Two DragonsTwo Dragons11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are two souls
They lie deep within opposite mounds
A dragon of crimson
heaving out fire trying to focus
A dragon of crystal
constricted by its own chill
One mound spews spheres of fire and brimstone
One mound rains particles of ice and frost
The crimson one stands up and gazes the frozen mound
The crystal one sits back and views the fiery mound
Their eyes lock
Sparks of passion fly out from their souls
The flames die down
The ice settles on the ground
One perfect moment
One beautiful dream
The dragons are seized
Seized by love for one another
They break away from their roosts
They cast away their brimstone and frost
Crimson and Crystal subside
Their visages ignite with human tones
The ragged crimson wings burn to ashes
The jagged crystal wings shatter to pieces
The fiery mound falls into the ground
Leaving a pit of brimstone
The frozen mound descends to the Earth
Icicle shards are its only remnants
Within a green field
Within a soft plain
The two dragons near
Yet, now they are no
what made you so scared?i am selfish.what made you so scared?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to see
no one touch you
i want to see
no poison kiss you
i want to see
the way my knees look
when you're kissing
the back of my neck
and down my spine
there is no love
with my hands across my face.
this is where i write my life story,
red fingers, blue thumbs
my eyes are on you still.
i am missing something
crucial, and i am scared.
the paper ships will not set
sail under the blues of my bruises, but
the further you are from me
the more i believe that
i am nothing to you.
We, The DragonsOur wings are taunt,We, The Dragons8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our horns are sharp.
Our talons honed,
Our tails like clubs.
We are ready,
We are waiting,
We are here,
We are fighting.
This is war,
This is hatred,
This is blood,
This is blame.
I am waiting.
I am tiring,
I am bloodstained,
I am ready.
I am searching,
I am finding,
I am devouring,
I am blindly raging.
We are dragons,
I am Dragon,
We are proud,
I am proud,
We are ruthless,
I am ruthless,
We are death,
I am Death,
We are fighting,
I am fighting,
We are living breathing,
We are the victors of this war.
I have breathed,
I have fought,
I have died,
And I have found what I've sought.
I am a dragon,
Mighty and proud,
I've given my life,
And set the ground.
None other can surpass me,
I am mighty,
This I am.
But now that I have fallen,
Will some pass the legacy that I have ran?
A Crab Eyeing A TouristA Crab Eyeing A Tourist9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Find out what you are,
Where you are headed.
Find your own moon and land on it.
A chair scraped across a vinyl floor and made an embarrassing sound.
"My name is Alex and I have a problem."
Someone waved their hands. "Does this problem involve an actual child actually being raped?"
Alex thought about this. "No," he decided.
"Then continue," the group leader said, bowing her head.
"But this child who was definitely not raped, and not by me, his name was Thomas."
All around the circle, a gentle ripple of applause broke out.
"Thank you, Alex," smiled the group leader, "that was very brave. You can sit down."
Alex sat, being careful not to make the chair scrape this time. Next to the group leader, a man nervously raised his hand and said, "Erm, if I may, can I ask, uh, a question. A question to Alex."
"N-" said the leader.
"Sure," said Alex, smiling, "I think we should be totally open. After all, anything I have to hide must be illegal, right?"
The group leader smiled falsely and
'Romance' of Sherlock HolmesThe Romance of Sherlock Holmes'Romance' of Sherlock Holmes8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
An Essay by E. Grimes
Devotees of the Sherlock Holmes canon are well aware that The Great Detectives
many adventures abound with his eccentric personality traits. While they may have been exasperating to Dr. Watson and especially Mrs. Hudson, they have fascinated and intrigued his readers for decades. Yet one of the most noted---and most disputed--- of The Great Detective's idiosyncrasies is his attitude toward the opposite sex.
" he (Holmes) had a remarkable gentleness and courtesy in his dealings with women," observed Dr. Watson in The Adventure of the Dying Detective. He further added that Holmes "disliked and distrusted the sex, but he was always a chivalrous opponent." It was indeed true that in spite of his dislike (though not hatred) of women, his behavior toward them was always kind and courteous.
Women had few rights during the Victorian era; yet the stric
The Joker.The Joker.The Joker.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling down again,
Like a silly clown,
Laughing it off,
Having my make up on,
Showing only this mask,
Feeling like a toy,
Who only lives for the people around it.
Such a scary place........
Such a funny wonderland of cruelty....
Such a loving hurtful way to gasp your last breath of life.....
Honesty is a way to go,
To the ones you love and hate,
Lies is a way to show,
The distrust you have for the world.
While i am like a Joker,
Always playing my cards wrong or right,
Humming only to my own tune,
Laughing A evil cackle,
Fighting With My own Batman.
Decaying like an open wound,
Is my face,
Having fun killing those i displace from the world.
Like my card,
Such a freak,
Such a lie,
Only showing to those inside,
Hope you have fun,
Playing the games,
I set up.
Play.... Play Little Dolls.
"I am The Joker....."
.+:Sorrow:+..+:Sorrow:+.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hide from your cruelty
Try to hide for days
Hide from your lies
Your evil ways
Leave me be
Constantly beating me
Oh please set me free
I can't take the pain
Save me from this torture
Before I go insane
You tell me to get up
So you can push me down once more
What do you get out of this?
What is this for?
I can beat you
I can overcome this fear
I can try to destroy you after all these years
But why is it so hard to say goodbye
To let you go?
Oh why, oh why can't I leave you
My sweet Sorrow?
A Guide to Good CriticismA Guide to Good Criticism12 years ago in Humor More Like This
There are few things in this world that are certain: death, taxes, "Love Shack" being played at a wedding reception and, if you're an artist, criticism.
Criticism is a very natural part of the creative process. As humans, we often stink with the odor of imperfection and need to be told by our peers so we can clean up with the long, hot shower of revision.
It's not a bad thing to give criticism, just as long as you're not an utter jerkwad about it. The first known lesson on providing polite, constructive criticism can be traced back to the oldest known cave paintings in Lascaux, France, where what could possibly be the world's first critic gave a particularly scathing review of a fellow Neanderthal's depiction of a bison. The artist was surprisingly gracious in giving a rebuttal for the time, waiting until the critic had fallen peacefully asleep before he smashed his skull with a large rock.
Unfortunately, some do not seem to know how to provide constructive criticism. They timidly appr
Several ways to get publishedQ: I am wondering. How do i go about getting one of my mangas published? i thought you might know the answer.Several ways to get published8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A: If you post it on DrunkDuck or Deviantart it's count as published, digitally, but it doesn't mean your publisher on digital world is obligated to pay you for it, if you publish on your own site, maybe you can earn ad money from it.
For book publishing, there are two major ways to go: go submit to a publisher, or be your own publisher. Publishing is both easy and hard, depending on the scale of publishing you want to go for.
-Nation/world wide book publishing is what most refer to as "being published" (It means being "commercially published")
There's Commercial publishing, and Self publishing, below I will talk to you about both worlds.
Just know each have their ups, and downs, either are perfect, choose what you like most for yourself.
Disclaimer: the publishing process and possibilities shared may not be the same world wide, it's more specific toward US an
cigaretteI think a cigarette would best helpcigarette11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to describe how i feel,
I'd sit on my patio with my legs drawn
up under me, I'd lean against something
in the grey damp of november
and I'd smoke and let tears fall
as i watch the air
for invisible particles.
paricles of smoke, city grime and of me.
watch the sky for a bomb
draw and let the tears itch and dry
on my cheeks
that would be the end of detached me,
and I'd burn it and inhale,
and the taste would stay with me,
my hands my hair, acrid.
A Sherlock Holmes Top Ten Top Ten Reasons Sherlock Holmes Never Married:A Sherlock Holmes Top Ten8 years ago in Humor More Like This
#10. Getting nagged at every time he goes out on a case.
#9. Coming home to find his entire lab in the trash.
#8. "Stop playing that violin and come to bed!"
#7. The Irregulars not being allowed in the house.
#6. Catching hell for disappearing for those three years.
#5. "Are you and Dr. Watson going to yak all night?"
#4. Tension with Mrs. Hudson.
#3. "Take that nasty pipe and smoke it outside!"
#2. Suspicion about that photo of Irene Adler.
And the #1 reason:
#1. "I invited that nice Professor Moriarty for dinner this evening."
Glasgow Smile-A Joker StoryPain blossomed across his jaw as the knife sliced through skin and sinew. Breath shallow and haggard met his ears and the world buzzed around him. He felt alive, the stinging only seeming to make the world clearer. With each pulse of heart, blood flowed freely from the wound, plip plopping into the porcelain basin beneath him. He echoed the sound over and over again in his head. Plip plop plip plop plip plop, until it became something of a song. Plip plop plip plop bloody raindrops. He recited it out loud, blood falling into the sink with each flap of his damaged cheek. He raised his head high enough to see his eyes in the mirror. Black holes stared back at him. He stared for a long time, the straight razor still raised in his hand, just the top part of it visible in the mirror. Raising his head a little higher, he brought the restGlasgow Smile-A Joker Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
SorrowI'm crying,Sorrow10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like yesterday,
I can't help it,
I know everyone thinks i'm always happy and cheery,
But they don't know the real me,
Or the pain I try to hide everyday,
Sometimes when I'm alone they coe,
Streaming down my cheeks like raindrops,
I try to be brave but its too hard,
Sometimes I feel so lost and so cold,
Rearely does a day past without me feeling so lost and rejected,
People surround me but still they can't take away the pain or loneliness i have,
No one ever understands me,
But you understand me don't you?
My false happy smiles don't fool you,
Nor my fake laughs,
You can see right through my defences,
Looking at my heart and soul,
You could strip away each layer of defence I have,
Till the last layer and you can see why,
Whenever I cry,
Your're always there,
I don't know what to do,
All these strange feelings swimming round and round,
Your touch is soft like an angel,
Whenever you're here,
I can't cry nor feel any pain,
Nor do I feel rejected and lost,
Its just like you
head up in the clouds,mesmerized by the motions, i swung a little higher today, for you.head up in the clouds,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wind beat against me and pushed me forward and downward, and as i climbed the rocky sky, i got a good look at the fast moving lies and loves, zipping past me, things only springtime scents and scarcities can bring to me.
but everything passes, and i toppled down the mountain of melodies and monstrosities my city calls the heavens. my taste of the sky was sweet and silver tasting, but my earth is endearingly bitter with a strong, subtle aftertaste of dreams and delusions.
truly, i had hoped to bring you back a little souvenir, but i'll be content to weave bedtime stories instead for you, love.
sweet tooth's are no crime, so maybe one more taste
(of you for me)for you and me won't kill us.
Psychosis.Psychosis.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The storm raged on, wind whistling through the cracks in the windows, the rain beating heavily on the roof. It showed no signs of slowing or stopping, only seeming to grow as the night continued. A group of men sat in silence, neither one looking at each other. They had been waiting in the boss's hideout for what felt like hours. Each and every one of them had learned that it wasn't their hideout and it never would be. Some had found out the hard way, earning them a bullet to the face or a knife to the heart. No, it was the boss's and it was going to stay that way. One of the men stood from his position on the floor and shuffled towards the broken television, being careful not to trip over the passed out clown that lay sprawled out on the carpet. He tried to turn it on but was greeted with a black screen. After attempting several times to get it to work, he resorted to pounding on it with his large fists.
"Damn it! Why isn't this thing working?"
Someone behind him made a sou
Suicidal AttemptsYou had broken my heartSuicidal Attempts4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I had never thought I could cry as much before.
I haven't slept the last couple nights;
You've been on my mind for days and more.
Do you remember that time when I held you?
That time when I slept in your bed?
You were upset, but I held you close,
And kissed your tears away just like I said.
You were there for me, too, but now you're not.
And I will never see you again, darling.
"I'm never too far away," you said,
But Heaven is only a one way trip for traveling.
You'll be in my heart, forever and always,
Why did you have to part??
I want to follow you desperately.
Can't you see I'm dying of a broken heart?
And so I walk, all by myself,
Looking for things that don't remind me of you.
Better to forget now, lest I do something terrible.
But my love, why can't I be there, too?
I miss you so much;
I thought I could move on.
I can't, hunny, you know I can't.
This trauma will never, ever be gone.
There's the swing you loved;
I remember how you sang that song.
The Card and Rose Red Chap 3The Card and Rose Red Chap 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At thousands of miles to London, beyond the United Kingdom and the Atlantic Ocean, is Gotham City. A dark city with its buildings and its church where crime and poverty reigns supreme. The mafia have half of the city because they have restaurants, nightclubs and businesses under false identities and the cops corrupted by money. The Mafia are fighting them in order to have the entire city of Gotham and reign supreme, while a costumed vigilante bat puts an end to this conflict and that its name: Batman. But it has another problem to solve, because it's been 4 years he chases and this one keeps escaping from Arkham Asylum Batman whenever the capture, criminal is known as The Joker. This psychopath sow anarchy and chaos in Gotham City for 4 years, especially since he dreams of making it disappear vigilante and get the entire city of Gotham on his own but first he must annihilate the underworld to seize their territory. Outside the city lies an abandoned factory and is inhabited by a gang a
Alone Once MoreI find myself alone once again.Alone Once More7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fingers trace over the velvety smoothness,
ready to begin.
A soft slow push triggers a low sound.
Another push, another sound.
More pushing, light and soft.
No need to rush, tempo is key.
Traveling up, up, up until I reach the top.
Nowhere else to go.
The pounding starts.
Never wanting to stop, but somehow needing the end.
Both hands gliding, fingers aching.
Counting the TearsI know that you miss me,Counting the Tears7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can see you standing there
You keep looking for me,
Even though you know I'm not here
I see you look into the night,
Oh, how I wish that I could guide,
All the steps that you take...
But the only time I can come to you,
Is when you're not awake...
Even though I'm gone,
My heart still breaks...
Don't give in to your fears,
I will always love you,
And I am counting the tears,
As they fall down your face,
Oh, how I wish I could erase,
All of your pain...
But I am no longer with you,
Only my memory remains...
You are far stronger,
Than I ever knew you to be
I wish I had seen this,
When you were with me
But now we are separated,
By a distance too far to conceive
I can't believe I'm not with you,
I feel like I've been deceived
Because I see the love,
You still have for me...
You still believe...
Don't give in to your fears,
I will always love you,
And I am counting the tears,
As they fall down your face,
Oh, how I wish I could er
still borni was born still,still born3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my umbilical cord
noose, ripped out
like a parasite,
hemic with gore.
i didn't want,
to be born.
the ocean tried
too many times
to swallow me whole
but took my legs instead,
twisted my spine
and made me
out of salt,
wrung my lungs
dry and stuffed my
she spat me out,
cured, but only
in my bones.
i tried to die,
by razor blades
and kitchen knives;
by my own hand,
down my throat,
yellow bile and
they locked me up
and let me out,
gone, with pills to
make me grow-
but i refused
i still let loose
bile and blood,
when i want
to forget today,
yesterday, your face-
but i'm so dependent,
i can't remember
the good things
insomnia.and you're the reasoninsomnia.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i spend these nights believing
that my heartbeat is
breathing under the bed and
just something else i
am supposed to fear.
and maybe we're both crazy
but i was never
meant to be like you,
because there are nights when i
speak to the shadows
and call them your name,
as if they are nothing else -
and maybe they aren't.
but tonight they're all
written in silver and red
and there's no one else
to blame except you.
how does it feel to create
something meant to hate?
Suicidal SicknessI carry this note hidden in my pocketSuicidal Sickness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In case my suffering has been erased
Honestly, I hope no one will ever read it
It would mean my battles have gone to waste
Every time I see them it brings me memories
The faces of those who push me through
There are times in life there are too many answers
When only questions provide rescue
They all see the weight holding my heart down
My friends and family pursue my health
It makes me feel warm knowing that they're trying
But there are some things you have to do yourself
I realize it's selfish to end my own life
But I am not sure I can push through the pain
There is a reason I havn't signed it
For everyone who's fighting I try again
This note in my pocket is a fatal contract
And in my head perspectives have a voice
I am not quite ready to make my decision
Perhaps it's not too late for them to affect my choice