MeguriauMeguriau9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
ochikaeru deai to wakare hana no shita.
Again and again we meet and part under the sakura blossoms.
There's a House On the Moon"There's a house on the moon." She said, staring upwards at the silver disk in the sky.There's a House On the Moon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't be silly, darling." Her mother scolded, shaking her head apologetically at the other parents.
She frowned and crossed her arms, her bottom lip sticking out and her big eyes narrowed. "But there is! And there's a river an' a field an' goats an' a cat, an' that's where Old Man Winter lives."
Her mother sighed impatiently. "Enough with these silly stories, Elisabeth. Go and play while I talk, alright? But no telling the other children of these ridiculous fantasies."
Pouting, she did as she was told, stomping her booted feet hard against the half-frozen ground until she was out of her mother's sight. Childish pique was only worth the effort if adults were watching. She walked into the bare woods, dried leaves catching on her winter coat, rather than go to the forlorn playground filled with bundles of coats and scarves and deeply concealed children. She unwrapped her own scarf from around her chin
Oni koji se bojeONI KOJI SE BOJEOni koji se boje8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nemoj misliti da sam tu,
To to vidi - to je sjena.
I ne očekuj me pokraj sebe;
Vie nisam izgubljena.
Tvoja ruka mi ne treba vie
Sada sama sebe vodim.
I znam da mi je ovo trebalo.
Zato? Da se oslobodim.
Sad se ne bojim snova, pa ni jave.
Čak ni dana koji preda mnom stoje.
Vie ne plačem sama u tami.
To rade samo oni koji se boje.
sram..ne elim pisati o kii,sram..8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
ni o crvenom soku u čai.
iako kia ne pada
a sok je previe sladak i već ga nema.
ne elim pisati patetične stihove
o srodnim duama..
postoje li one uopće?
moj bolesni eludac plače.
i da, ja sam kriva.
elim da me zagrli.
ili ne elim.
sram je čudna stvar.
Good Morning Glass ManSlow songs and glass bongs.Good Morning Glass Man9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I get the blues just listening to you.
When all you have is lost and gone.
Please remember me.
In the Ways of Wild Magic Cpt4In the Ways of Wild Magic Cpt46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Avent had the information he needed about the Dead Prince. The arrogant Prince had been dethroned twice, the second time had come with a death threat. The Prince was a pure blood, one of the few remaining pure blood Faries left. The Prince was also planing something Avent's informant only knew the rumors about.
Avent had been guided out of the stuffy room into an alley way and away from the market. Then he was left alone. Avent had been given a walking stick to help him find his way around. He felt along the wall, using the stick to feel in front of him.
Then he was grabbed from behind as a rag was pressed to his mouth and nose. Slowly, as Avent struggled, he began to feel sleepy. Soon he stopped struggling, relaxing against his assailant.
"Sweet dreams..."Purred a voice above him as Avent passed out.
Chapter Four: The Dead Prince
Avent's shoulders where screaming in pain as he woke up, groggy.
"Nnnh..."He groaned softly, lifting his head up, listing to what was around
In the Ways of Wild Magic Chp6In the Ways of Wild Magic Chp66 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 6: Madness and Art
The Keeper hummed as he danced about the town square, smiling at the rubble around him. Crying dogs and scared cats eyed him as he sat on the fountain wall. He had warned everyone, that this day would come. This town had been warned...
The Keeper was fair, understanding. He gave a hundred years warning to the people of Little Burgs that he would come if they continued worshiping Magic. He was fair...The warning was fair and now.
"Now your beddy-by has called you under the sleeping earth. Winter and stone cover your bones, as you slumber-a-way..."The Keeper sang to the ruined town.
He giggled as he stood, walking around, waving his hands around as if he were directing a musical. He smiled dreamily, humming.
"What's this?"He crooned, spotting a small child. The Keeper giggled.
"Innocents? Shall it be spared? Should it be squashed? Or should it be kept?"He tilted his head at the child, chuckling.
The child looked up at the Keeper, sniffling, rubbing her eyes. Th
In the Ways of Wild Magic Cpt2In the Ways of Wild Magic Cpt26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Prologue: Faries and sorts
The Fay Kingdom was in an uproar over the recent acts of the Dead Prince. He was suppose to remain in the shadows. However...
However he was sitting on his throne, a smug look on his angelic face.He looked rather pleased with himself as his adviser and dear friend spouted angry reasons why he should be locked away.
"I left as soon as I could."The Dead Prince chuckled. "I'm a fairy, take it how ever you wish."
His friend glared at him and then sighed. "Leave Avent alone. It only risks your life and puts more weight on the threat of war."
The Dead Prince nodded. "Exactly."
He smiled coldly.
Chapter Two: Turning Kindness away
Avent escaped his room, feeling his way around the garden wall. There was a hidden gap there he could squeeze through. His hand suddenly went through the wall causing him to stumble a bit. Avent tore his vest as he went through the gap, cutting his skin. Because he was a type of the immortal race, he would heal quickly.
BreathlessFor the story behind this little story, you have to go look at Pika's "Corsetry" - see the link in the author's notes!Breathless8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Jim Henson and company own everything Labyrinth; Pika plucked "Corsetry" from her deviously deviantly talented brain. I own nothing. Thanks as well, Pika, for reminding me of the elevator! ... and then reminding me that that elevator is, in fact, a lift. Hee!
Rating: PG-13 for language, innuendo and excessive décolletage.
What of me?From a seed I did growWhat of me?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found along the lanes.
Who can save us now?
Can we be saved? And how?
From who can Hope be drawn?
Can we cease being forlorn?
the ocean is pollutedthe ocean is pollutedthe ocean is polluted7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and our children will be throat down baptized
in its weightless mausoleum choke.
staring at the rising tide
swallowing the shore,
swallowing the rivers,
man sees himself reflected across the cerulean surface,
remembers the tyrants past,
given power so surging
(the helpless destroyers),
sees the giant lumbering to transplant him
in an ecosystem generated for the mermen,
the chemically inflated
above the land where
there is only hunger and cold,
the leftover lineage
of an animal that slit its own tongue
and drank its belly full,
desperate for the memory of blood.
churchlord you spun me outchurch7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of morning rays and mexican
china, out of paper elephants
and camomile flowers. you took
and ears away from a deaf
mute and gave them to me
so i could hear the others
say speak the word of jesus
wide-eyed like children, so that
i could say my name is emily,
my name is emily but i can't
lord you gave me green
whisky when all i needed
was a glass of water in
the middle of the
night and arms instead
of a parting knife.
you wrote me a poem and
put it inside me and
the words smelled like sex
and tea leaves, carrot-flowers that
will emerge from the dirt
smiling and all alone.
lord you plucked a boy
out of a tree and told him
to love me with his eyes
shut, but in the end it
was me who was too
blind. you gave me a sad
mouth and brown
lord when you stopped
listening i threw away my
faith like pregnancy tests
and birth control. you stopped
listening and i counted the
colours in my bedroom, yellow-
grey-yellow. i sobbe
BonepulseEveryone's soul has a song, you know.Bonepulse7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gently, I tap on the drum-taut surface of your breastbone with my just-too-long fingernails, trying to find the tempo of your life. Not the time signature, not the way you fit all your little activities into blocks and bursts and cycles of regularity - that will come later, when I know you better. Maybe when you're dead, and I can lay my head on your still-warm corpse and listen to the echoes of the last throbs of your veins, I will know your time signature. But for now, all I want to know is the pace that you take.
Do you swoop and dip through life so quickly that conductor Fate has a hard time keeping up with your erratic swirls? Do you keep the heavy, ponderous backbeat of the world's orchestra? Are you a sheep in your herd or are you a frontrunner? Are you first chair or six billionth? Are you rude and brassy, shoving your way to the front of the auditory melange? Or do you add elaboration, silver and delicate, to the main theme?
382. Gotovo.MAJKA: Znači, u globalu, to je to. To je to?382. Gotovo.9 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
OTAC: Da. To bi bilo to, ništa više, ništa manje. Jednostavno, tako je kako mora biti.
MAJKA: Dobro. Samo, zapamti što sam ti rekla. Jednom i gotovo je.
MAJKA: Da, gotovo je. Bez ikakvog žaljenja.
OTAC: Ne možeš baš tako sve gledati. Global nije za sve stvari.
MAJKA: Mislim da u ovom slučaju mi globalni pogled jedino pomaže.
OTAC: Ali, nerazumna si! Jel ti sebe čuješ, ženo?
MAJKA: Molim te, ne deri se na mene. Ne deri se na mene!
OTAC: Gotovo? Kako možeš reći da je gotovo? Kako?
OTAC: Očito jest... Gotovo.
U sobi, pod svjetloplavim poplunom ležao je Domagoj. U mraku svojih kapaka čuvao je slane suze i brojao zvjezdice.
''Kada dođem do tristo osamdeset dva prestat će. Sve će biti gotovo.
ReaperGlancing upon crimson skies,Reaper12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a raven he lay in wait.
A fallen angel perched up high,
counting as the final hour drew nigh.
As crimson gave way to a velvet black,
a veil of darkness cloaked the land,
as fields of gold were stained with steel,
with the Devil they sealed the deal.
As the still of night was pierced with screams,
among the cries moved a force unseen,
like a mighty plague he swept the land,
as the face of God turned,
and He lifted His hand.
No army or weapon stood as darkness loomed,
from the start they had sealed their doom,
and in the now crimson fields where his task begun,
no one was left,
his work was done.
As he stood alone in the killing fields,
his grief betrayed by his eyes of stone.
were those who lay around him victims of wrath?
Or testaments of those who gazed upon him,
the face of Death?
Jericho - Draft IIII'm so grateful for the DD, guys! Unfortunately, I had to remove this poem so that I can try to publish it elsewhere in various poetry journals.Jericho - Draft III6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Far Away Love I had to travel, far away...Far Away Love11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And for a while, here i must stay.
As i walk along, in this foriegn land.
I wish you were with me,
Holding my hand...
And i'm lost in this world,
Without you. i'm missing
A part of me, now.
As i'm just standing here
OblakMalena i tanka, najvie od svega je voljela skakutati po zelenoj travi pokraj trone sive zgrade u kojoj je ivjela. I nije joj trebalo drutvo. Satima bi mogla biti u tom parkiću, u crvenim cipelicama i sa zelenim prstenom na ruci. Karmen je voljela oblake i veselila se svakom novom obliku koji bi u njima pronala. Oblake je nosila kao privjesak na lančiću od stare page , čuvala ih je pod jastučnicom i gledala kao poster na zidu sobe. Oblaci su joj bili sve. Barem od onog trenutka kada je Dino odlučio nestati. Rekoe joj da je u oblacima. Dobro, pomislila je u svojoj maloj glavi prekrivenoj smeđim kovrčavim vlasima, ako je u oblacima, onda će uvijek biti sa mnom, čak i kada nema oblačka na nebu, kada spavam ili kada sam u sobi, gdje neba nema. I, zaista, tako je i bilo. Dino se njihao na tom komadu stare page kad bi je Tereza vodila zubaru za najvedrijOblak8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Forget MeIm going to make you breakForget Me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my fate is to lose you anyway
Im going to make you hurt
So that you wont feel anything at all
Im going to make you be my pain
All the awful, miserable things
Im going to make you know the truth
All the love you had for me was a lie
Im going to make you feel
I will be a bitter memory
Im going to make you remember
You know you want to leave
Im going to make you regret
Meeting me was your biggest failure
Im going to make you cry
I wish I could wipe them for you
Im going to make you live
There is a life beyond love
Im going to make you die
Someone will be there to save you
Im going to make you forget
Youll never want to look back
Im going to let you go,
Let you break,
Let you hurt,
Let you feel,
Let you remember,
Let you regret,
Let you cry,
Let you live,
Let you die
So you can forget me
Exists Stage Left, Stage Righti've preformed itExists Stage Left, Stage Right9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it always executed in perfection
it's played out flawlessly
yet I can't remove the notion
I was cast a villain
that I judged when I shouldn't have
and overplayed my lines
i can't take it back