Found In TranslationHer soft peach like fingers curled into a tight fist and dangled by her thighs.Found In Translation8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her skirt was stretched and loose, it was thrown on in a way that looked like she was twenty minutes late for work.
Her legs were pale and ashy and bruised and cut, from many nights of self discovery
-- or self loss, she never really knew.
A large oak stood in front of her, daring her to touch it.
If you listened closely you could hear it screaming at her in a whisper.
She never moved her eyes from the taunting bark but she knew he was behind her,
waiting in the doorway for her to turn around.
He didn't want her back, he just didn't think the last fuck was good enough.
Stroking the trunk as if it were her ex-lover's face she smiled slightly.
"What are you doing? Come back inside."
His voice seemed to fade out as it reached her ears and she translated each word into,
Still not good enough.
Her arm bent back like the twisted branches that hung above her.
Her tissue exploded open like the splashing o
Questions I Never Asked My GrandfatherMy grandfather sits in a wheelchair by the window in the old people's home with his chin leaned into his chest, mumbling incessantly and unintelligibly to himself and drooling a little from the right corner of his mouth. Mom can't come here anymore. She just breaks down at the sight of him so I sometimes come by myself and sit with him in silence for a while.Questions I Never Asked My Grandfather3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a sad end to a long and hard life, and I morbidly think to myself that if a political party stepped forth now with the legalization of euthanasia on its agenda, I'd vote for it. After two strokes and a hemorrhage, topped with severe senile dementia, what is the point of letting people exist like robots? I know grandpa thought the same. Before his speech was impaired, he often said that the pacemaker was one of his biggest mistakes, and that people should be allowed to go when it was time to go.
Terrible as it sounds, I'm already starting to think about the obituary that I, having the best way with words in my branch of the fa
The voice of love for SophieThe voice of love for Sophie3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was without soul
(Destroyed with my mind) -
My mind was slave of magic,
And magic made so blind
My eyes inside of glory,
Inside of stupid pride.
I didn't know the fire
Of truly lover heart.
I've broken all my soul
Into the piece apart.
I am disgusting monster
And wizard, first of all,
So why can't I keep saving
My own cold control?
Sophie is a wisdom
In the anciectors' lives.
Inside your name I found
What I have lost. The Peace.
I found sky again
But samely your name,
And I don't know how
To say the sweetest shame.
The only thing I know
(Before what I've never knew) -
I got another soul.
Surprisely, this is you.
T,T,3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is full of monsters
from perth to timbuktu -
they bark, they growl, eat lobsters,
but none of them is you.
there's herbs down in the garden
that grandma puts in stew -
my dear, i beg your pardon,
but none of them is you.
there's billionaires that joggle
like monkeys at the zoo -
their heart's wearing a toggle,
but none of them is you.
there's plenty 6 foot tall men
whose love i can't undo -
Juanito, Freddy, Dhaval, Ben,
and all of them is you.
Time Travel Do's and Don'tsDo's and Don'ts of Time TravelTime Travel Do's and Don'ts4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So, you've finally done it. You've scraped together the millions of dollars, dozens of passports, countless vaccinations and hours and hours of anachronistic language classes. The day is at long last here, and you are ready to take that romantic little vacation through time. Yes, time travel is everything you've been told. You will meet exotic people, doing exotic things in exotic eras. You will get to see the "Good Old Days" when they were better known as "These Wretched Times." But, before you hit the app button on your genius phone, there are a few things you should know:
Time Travel Don'ts
Don't shoot your grandfather. It's tempting isn't it? You've read about people who've done it on countless blogs and seen the very realistic, yet highly grainy videos, on YouTube. Shooting your biological grandfather isn't just against the law, both criminal and temporal, it is considered unacceptable behavior in just about all cultures. For now, let's put as
A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~A Sonnet in Lolspeak5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns, try as dey mey
We iz not leevinz, we iz heer to stay.
Too late_.Too late_.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I waited too long that the autumn leaves
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never intended to give.
It's too late now to even give it a second
thought. But they haunt me, and remind
me of how I feel.
Time has played its tricks
as the days turned into weeks
and the weeks
turned into months
months progressed on to a year.
It is still a mystery, how time
escaped itself fro
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing