The beauty of 'human'The beauty of 'human'11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today's thoughts are a loss,
a never ending story of emotions,
sweet disposition is crying out to me.
I am a curse all my own,
anathema is my name,
And I know you don't care.
Can you cast off your ignorance,
and live in empathy?
As I abate all this indignation,
I probe for my own vindication,
and I find that self realization is not a question,
nor an answer.
It is a dwelling in my mind.
If my eyes could only see,
But to truly see..
You must close your eyes,
and let your mind dominate this plain.
For that is the only truth
I have come to see,
and to see I mean with my mind,
that thought is the basis of all reality,
for most it will be beyond understanding,
what wonderful arrogance,
And what simple ignorance.
Our universe does not run by according to laws,
For laws are of human thought,
Existence is a process of chaos,
that is the way and the life, chaos.
Laws are simply what hold the universe together,
And because they are made of human thought,
they can be broken, and changed,
The HatedThe HatedThe Hated8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Before the world, they say there was nothing. But 'they' were only half right. All that existed was the Dark, the Light, and the spawn of the two. The Light created things it believes to be good, like water, air, and earth. The three of these things combined formed the world we know today. The Darkness created fire, shadow, and thunder, which formed a sheer chaos. When the then perfect world met with the pure chaos, the Darkness and light battled it out. After a long, fearsome war, the Light finally won out.
Created amongst the madness were many things: the greatest of them were humans. But these humans contained an unbalanced amount of Light and Dark in them. The Light would not have this, and purified all humans with more Darkness in their souls than Light. But, the Darkness managed to maintain itself in a select few humans, so they were hated by the world, and most were destroyed by the light. Those that weren't established control over the raw elements cre
Vioi ParallhloiΉταν μια νύχτα όπως όλες οι άλλες. Συνηθισμένη, μοναχική, προβλέψιμη. Μόνο που απόψε θα πουλούσα την ψυχή μου φθηνά. Κι όμως, τίποτα δεν προμήνυε το παράνομο παζάρεμα που θα ακολουθούσε.Vioi Parallhloi8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
Your EyesYour Eyes12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Earth and all her jubilee and might,
and self-inflicted hardship overcome,
and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right
no more can tell her doctors from the Sun-
with science and scripture stirred and made the same,
and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold,
and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name,
and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,
thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew,
as each one treads your lashes and your hair,
but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew;
and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-
and don the golden makeup and disguise,
as lashes keep the sunlight from your eyes.
During Murder in the DarkDuring Murder in the Dark8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
During Murder in the Dark, we played our own games.
We had a nook in the corner where nobody ever came and wed meet in there for a few moments at the beginning of every round, snatching intimate memories under the cover of darkness. It started when we were children, and was therefore childishly innocent; wed tap out messages on each others arms, using a mixture of Morse code and our own kind of shorthand that made things go faster. We were thirteen when he tapped out, Can I kiss you? I tapped back Yes, and we had a new game.
It always was a game. It never failed to send shivers down my spine when, as we prepared to part, he whispered in my ear By the way, youve just been murdered. And I know it was the same for him.
Things progressed quickly and within a year I had my hand down his pants as we were making o
muzykaSłowamuzyka7 years ago in Other More Like This
delikatne dotknięcie cienkich strun
błądzą świadome tego
krzyk i spokój
gdzieś z oddali
językiem sunie po moim ciele
Punctuated SilencePunctuated Silence, or Love In The Time Of The SemicolonPunctuated Silence7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Please return all parantheticals to the marked boxes after use.
The library is busy today. On Tuesdays it gets a bit loud because the elementary school kids come in during recess to borrow exclamation marks and use them in the aisles, even though the sign on the door clearly says that you should take anything noisier a comma outside to try it out. Theres an enclosed space out back littered with discarded dots and dashes people never seem to put the punctuation away after they use it.
The boys in the group scream, shrieking in delight as the bombs of noise echo down the aisles.
Its all a little inconsiderate.
Im on the prowl for parentheses, myself. The librarians, who are more than familiar with me and put unusual or foreign bits on the hold shelf with my name on them, phoned this morning to tell me that they
a paraplegic walked into a barand everyone yelled,a paraplegic walked into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's rainingIt's raining, it's pouringIt's raining6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The storm is really roaring
I've learned to laugh
I've learned to cry
But the sky won't clear till morning!
Who you areYou're an enigma, a curiosityWho you are6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I'm near, I find it hard to see
Those soulful eyes draw me in
You make me long to share your sin
Our closeness feels like a crime
We always seem to run out of time
I'm drawn and repelled
You entrance me, like a spell
A simple step forward and away
Always running, wanting to stay
We continue our gentle tease
Playing tunes along the breeze
One step close and then away
Dancing near a simple sway
Our friendship it seems to last
Whether it moves slow or fast
One step close then away
Dancing near a simple sway
Finding each simple theme
Always searching for the dream
CrowCrow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through six inches
of window, as the last
autumn leaf stretched, spun, and drifted
swung wide open,
wet drunk on its hinges,
and you swept in bringing winter
always been my
plague; a black nest of storm,
dragging a throng of reluctant
in the half-light
that I felt a tremor,
(though your touch was as light as a
howled tooth and bone
around your peaked shoulders
through biting hail, I watched the door
were numb, and I
dropped my glass. Somehow, I
knew, your breathless season turned it
like a white hound
to the bar; when you poured
one on the rocks, I couldnt stop
(on the moonlight)
that I felt a tremor;
but your touch was as light as the
Forbidden...Forbidden...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though it is forbidden,
my heart pounds for you.
Though I will be condemned,
I can't live without you.
Though it is evil and sinned,
it is nothing but pure for you.
My tears will fall,
while my heart will sing,
all for the one who is forbidden.
Though it is looked down upon,
my heart soars high with you.
Though they bring tears to my eyes,
I protect against them for you.
Though it will be fought,
my heart will not stop loving you.
My tears will fall,
while my heart will sing,
all for the one who is,
Scene girlScene girlScene girl8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Everyone wants to be her friend
but when you look shes all the trend
just another faceless girl in the crowd
Does something cause she wasnt allowed
She followed the bus to the show
met others who wernt supposed to go
shouts out in the middle of the street
pretends that shes part of the elite
And oh no shes gone again
She said she was going to move out
wanted to know what her lifes all about
got as far as the front door
said she couldnt go through anymore
She says she hates the scene
seen everything there is to see
the wonder of the world is lost
as the roads in front are always crossed
Final ThoughtsFinal Thoughts12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could repent my dissent and prevent my descent
but I meant to pretend in the end, it made sense.
But the end should have come a long time ago,
we both just held on, although we both know
that we are no longer two peas in a pod,
two bees with a job, you see it's just wrong.
I can't be the guy who just cheers from the yard,
invite me inside, you'll see it's not hard.
My love was a gift, I gave it to you,
my hopes and my dreams, betrayed them for you.
Yes we are different, from two separate worlds,
with you being highbrow and me being poor.
You told me "no matter, I could care less",
now three years gone, it's all a fair mess.
It really does hurt me, although I can't show it.
I really do love you, although you can't know it.
All that I wanted was more of your time,
I loved being with you relaxed and reclined.
Just hearing you breathe was plenty for me,
but you wanted silence, no petting from me.
I guess in the end all our differences won,
so go with the moon, I'll stay for the sun...
Cynicism of a KissCynicism of a Kiss9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A kiss is a promise, easily broken.
A hug is a lie, always unspoken.
A touch is fragile, so quickly taken.
A smile is elusive, so soon forsaken.
A friend is a person who betrays you slowly.
A lover is a person who treats you as lowly.
An equal is a person who doesnt exist.
A mentor is someone better than this.
A life is brittle, unfairly crushed.
A funeral is a rite, so long untouched.
A death is a milestone, so often passed.
A life is something that can never last.
So take the promises even if they break.
Hold onto illusions despite that theyre fake.
Remember betrayal because before it was trust.
Remember the touches that lead into lust.
Love the lies that made you feel loved.
Hold to your place despite whos above.
Follow the rites though they end only in pain.
Remember what youve lost for youve so much to gain.
Always remember the first sincere kiss.
Remember the truths that lead you to it.
Remember the person you shared it with.
Remember the love that s
Guardian AngelGuardian Angel11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The ink splotched as she wrote on a fresh sheet in her notebook. Perhaps she was pressing a bit too hard. Lyrial ripped out the page and stuffed it in her pocket. She stared at the new page and began to start the same letter again. But what was there to say? There was nothing in particular she wanted to write. And would anyone care enough to read it? She doubted it.
Lyrial heard the soft clacking on the hardwood floor as footsteps approached her in the corner of the library. She quickly stuffed her letter under her textbook.
"The library is closing in 10 minutes, Ms. Anderson. I suggest you leave," the librarian hissed through gritted teeth.
Lyrial watched her retreating back. She was not surprised by her attitude. After all, she was a grumpy old woman who ceased to see much of the world outside this building. Although it might have also had to do with the fact that Lyrial constantly stuck her gum underneath the table, but she chose to ignore that.
She stuck a fresh piece of gum in her
Keeper's GlovesHe used to play football after schoolKeeper's Gloves6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pretended he was on the pitch for real
His friends too; passing the ball in the hot sun
Like their heroes in boots and keepers gloves
He loved to play in goal to recreate
The craft of Shilton, or of Clemence
While in front of him, docked out in red
His friends raced towards him as Keegan
Such lovely times; I watched the boy grow up
Still donning his gloves through high school
To safeguard his school side, and each weekend
Hed head on down through Stanley Park to sing
He wore red as if it were his heart
I guess it was; he cheered for his team
He cheered on to finals and to trophies
Though he was always there for us as well
Ill never forget that fateful night
When I heard the news and prayed for him
Prayed that he had not been in the horror
But I received the dread knock upon the door
And I still think back to those days in the park
His goalkeepers gloves white against the dark
A childs voice singing You
Dance of a HeartbeatAs I lay me down to sleepDance of a Heartbeat6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Should death, ever, my soul reap
This love I shall always keep
In your name, steadfast, I hold on
Our common ground a special bond
That sees me to the coming dawn
When day breaks across the sky
The soft heartbeat that holds me by
Will help me find the reason why
Two hearts in a spiral pattern meet
They dance to the same beat
Softly we feel the heat
Loves compassion holds our soul
Two hearts combined to be whole
Yin and Yang balanced the final goal
Powder WhitePowder White8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
White powder removes the blush from her face,
Settles into the curves of her form.
Black line falters along her brow,
Rouge presses into her cheek carved from stone.
The corset strains to contain,
Her waist, nipped to perfection.
Breasts cradled, pushed up toward her chin,
Where a single beauty spot alights.
Hair swept up in loose tendrils,
Wild curls pinned carefully into place.
Pools of dark for eyes, sparkling with
Timeless elegance and cunning.
The light of innocence long since faded,
A jaded heart takes and never gives.
The memory of a true love now a shade,
As she passes through the endless days at court.
Her web of jewels and lace entice;
Indulgent in luxury, and still a dangerous mystery.
Mistress of many,
Servant to none.
Enveloped in the bosom of satin pillows,
Skirts full like a ship in sail.
She navigates the palace halls and bedrooms.
All count her steps, hoping she will glide towards them.
She welcomes youth into her arms, though it is leaving her.
But time brings experie
Determined ActionA painful venomDetermined Action6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaks into me
fills my veins with it's incongruity..
A trap laid for me
wanting to see me fall
but I'm different
I would never
Actions speaking louder
then words would ever try
the words spoken.. A lie..
Leading up to a situation of pure
the feeling of being taken advantage of
that whatever happened next would change
Nightmares, but were the nightmares really there?
Or were the things happening between them the nightmare?
Awake and asleep
balanced between the two
Games within games
What was really being played?
I want to believe the best
but I am wrong to..
*Clap, Clap, Clap *
Well played, I was almost convinced
No... No I wasn't..
*Clap, Clap, Clap*
designed to destroy
I passed the test..
*Cold eyes stare back*
The steady heartbeat
The sound of a chopper
Fighting against a comrad
A Phoenix on his face..
Nightmares have nothing on reality
Be careful whom you
what it is to tame a lionwhat it is to tame a lion11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
12am rapid eye movement
cars speed down an instinct interstate
a little slower than they once did;
in the distance, city glow.
here only bad talk radio bathes
coffee stained seats
decorated with cigarette burn mosaics.
9am zombie walk
cattle chatter clatters to the floor,
where yellow light burns tired eyes.
chipper idiots dance to the sound
of a corporate drummer
in eternal accelerando.
6pm microwave dinner dementia
in an aquarium
where vibrant colors did abound,
green algae lurks.
a dull fish paddles belly up.
10pm metropolitan lullaby
staring at the cracked ceilings
of train noise tuesdays,
the city stench fades.