transient paradiseI could go on and on and on.transient paradise9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on how the world is a wasteland masterpiece.
The world is screaming wide-mouthed at me!
All idea of salvation is split asunder,
The human race bleeding at its side.
Guns left and right, ringing like thunder.
Have you heard?
Mammon is our new messiah;
Money and business is on broadband;
Morality is on dial up.
I find myself banging on my desk like a war drum
Sick of the fact that im a whore of the new age:
A slave without shackles,
My dignity continually violated.
With every step of progress, we add a brick
To this unholy fortress of capitalist imprisonment.
Firing squads are armed with guns no longer,
Human death is insignificant.
Being downsized is the real mode of mortality.
Our executioner armed with paper and pen.
I became a creature of destruction,
A being unreasonable and deranged
Nursing angst ridden thoughts,
I am becoming a cliche of our age,
Just another person waging verbal war against the world,
A crusade against an indomitable foe,
Oratories and Laboratories...Oratories and Laboratories...10 years ago in General More Like This
A Rebuilt Life
I. A tale of the illegal, the illicit, the illogical
Oratory In the Laboratory - Part 2
"Oh no, Inspector, don't be deceived; that most redolent and pestiferous plague known as 'death' remains irrefutable, life is irretrievable, just as we-" a glance askance to the burgundy-blood-stained lab coat worn by the newly-dead instigated a painful pronoun change, "or rather I, stand before you irredeemable. I embalmed whilst he imbued, an atmosphere imbibed, till catastrophe ensued. The sepulchral saturnine expression frozen to her face became something altogether more morbid." Kneeling, he placed an outstretched palm against the still-warm chest of his brother, as if willing its re-animation in rhythmical respiration.
Something could be felt between thin cotton and quiescent ribs. A creased photograph, its edges damp and scarlet, was removed from the deceased's inner pocket, a familiar sepia smile greeting the surviving sibling.
"Once, her very name was a phonic philtre,
LoveThere is that one person who fills your mind at night, who is there, the last thing that fades from the edges of your consciousness as you drift off into peaceful slumber. When you wake up, that persons face rises to the surface of your thoughts like the golden sun rises outside your window. You lay there piled high with cozy blankets, your eyes closed but your mind awake, and that someones name, drifting through your mind, is a cue for an unseen puppet-master, who, with invisible threads, pulls the corners of your mouth into the most content of smiles. And that smile stays there, making you ever-warmer, far longer than any other waking thought would cause it to stay. And that, perhaps, (if Im not very much mistaken) is love.Love6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I remember you from trainsI remember you from trains11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next train to depart from Platform One will be the four-thirty-two, Flinders Street, stopping all stations to Flinders Street except East Richmond.
...And right on time again, she shows up. Yellow t-shirt and denim skirt. Today, she's wearing glasses that I haven't seen her with before and they make her look like a librarian, especially combined with the long, deep, deep, brown hair. I don't need to look her up and down like I have in the past. I have her memorised. After seeing her every Sunday at the same time for six weeks, I could almost convince myself that I know her. After all, I have seen a multitude of her moods. I know how she looks when she rubs her eyes, when she walks, when she smiles, and when she closes her eyes. I could nearly fall in love with her for real when she's asleep.
The train arrives, I open the door for her and sit down about six seats away facing towards her. I have to do this surreptitiously though. I can't let her know that I've chosen t
Derivative Depositsthey will derive consistencyDerivative Deposits11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the motion of lax drizzles,
engaging moments with precision,
each peace a steam travel
on a stolid amble amid lit trees
begging for constance,
begging for trespass,
begging for tide...
and you will be
that disconnected line
dotted, for meaning
in some transitory time,
aching for stability
and a thinner crowd.
the silence of a louder shrill
melts quicker than the pelt,
stirring smooth enough to
slick downside the stair
to where we meet in the foyer
at the end of our destination,
and breathless from the ride.
How to write an exciting blog1How to write an exciting blog19 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How to write an exciting blog in 10 easy steps!
1: Live an exciting life and write about that. If you don't have a great life, make up stuff you COULD have done during the day.
2: Update atleast once per day. You don't get those all important pageviews if people don't come back every day.
3: Provoke your readers. Politics is a great way to do that. If you live in the US; write about why you support Bin Laden. If you live anywhere else; write about why you support Bush. If that fails you can pretend to have homophobia, hate _all_ animals, be a racist or become a nazi.
4: Tell about your sexlife. If you don't have one, make one up. The more sexpartners, the better.
5: Write horrible things about your friends, family and coworkers. Don't leave anything out!
6: Take and post a lot of pictures, often. Clothes are no good, try to aviod those. If you don't own a camera you should steal other peoples pictures. You should atleast get a webcam to show off yourself, and your cat/dog/whatev
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
agnostic manifestoFor how disappointing it would be toagnostic manifesto10 years ago in Open More Like This
Discern that the light at the end of the tunnel,
is just the sun reflecting off of a dead-end sign.
My Penetration, My ClimaxIt's the explosion that I miss. The impact was violent, the passageMy Penetration, My Climax10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
of destruction, satisfying. But the thing I miss is the exit into the
air, from your skull, the sweet sensation of air rushing past the
blood and brains you yielded to my destructive prowess. It's that
feeling of freedom, the climax, when all my work was done and I was
spent. The spray followed me close behind, but it would never catch
me, because you were never quick enough to elude me. You were so
But your brain wasn't. Your brain knew the end was upon it, and it
screamed. And oh, I loved that scream. A million thoughts went
through that brain, once it knew it was over. That brain tried to
pacify itself with your innermost thought, that thought it had in
store just for the day it would shut down. The day I would come. It
played it, and I watched you sing to your daughter as she cried. You
were singing w
Love is...Love is the air that we breathe, the sky that we see, the emotions that touch our hearts.Love is...6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Love is what we all search for, what some hint upon, and what even fewer experience.
Love is that deep rooted feeling that you belong, even when you dont.
Love is emotion, love is pain, love is suffering... but without love, who are we?
BeautyBeauty9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is beauty?
A heart that can love by instinct
Smiling when you want to
I wish I was beautiful!
Where is beauty?
In the eye of the beholder
Only skin deep, within reach
Can it be found in a warm soul
I beg you to see my beauty!
Is beauty all in the person?
In tederly spoken words
A loving embrace
When you're made to feel beautiful
Is it beautiful to die for you!
Is beauty literal?
In a youthful face
Striking colour in the eyes
Eyes that invite
Let me in on the secret!
How can I be beautiful?
Constantly preen myself
Or is beauty depper down in me
It would be beautiful to be locked in your arms
Still i'm alone!
BlindThere once was a girl who knew a boyBlind9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She loved him from first sight, deep inside for forever although not known it
She thinks he is too good for her, hides her pain beneath her scars
Scars from her heartbreak,
When he yanked her heart from her chest and threw it to the ground
Staining his hands with her love for him,
And yet these two years gone, she cannot seem to escape her pain
Escape the way he made her feel, the way his hands could soothe the flames
He probably has forgotten now, forgotten the love they shared
But even as these years passed by her dreams are filled with visions of him, visions of the past.
Every day she can't help but remember the ways their lips would meet,
The way their arms would wrap around each other like roses drawn to water.
The pain in her eyes is never spotted by another, she breaks in pieces in her own little room,
Cries each night
Loses her mind
Knowing he'll never see the love she feels,
School Nativity PlaySchool Nativity Play11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Miss Williams! Miss Williams!
You'd really best come quick!
The wise men keep on arguing,
And Joseph's just been sick!
The star somehow got broken,
We don't know yet who did it,
Some say that it was Lizzie -
I think it was Ned Pitt.
The girls were playing with Jesus,
And his head somehow came off…
And the boy that sings the solo,
Just got a nasty cough.
The wise men are still bickering,
Over which of them is most wise,
And one really seems to think,
That he's God in disguise.
The shepherds have just lost their sheep,
And don't know what to do –
I don't suppose that you'd know where
To find a random ewe?
Betsy says her tooth's come out,
And that she wants her mum;
And by now Joseph is looking
Really rather glum…
The audience are coming in,
But we're really in a state,
Do you think they'll mind too much
If we're about an hour late?
The scenery's fallen down again –
I just thought that you should know,
And, Miss Williams, you'll never guess…
Miss Williams? Where'd you go?
Forsaken CH1 Part 1Forsaken CH1 Part 17 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Dearest one, child of the light shrouded in darkness. Come back from that place so long ago forgotten the time comes for your return. Come forth from hiding and restore the balance long ago lost
The voice that whispered in the silence of a cool night was glassy and near lifeless, chilling yet comforting and hinted towards some hidden meaning it sent a shiver through the sleeping form before such dreams were interrupted by the resonant buzzing of an unwanted alarm, all memory of those words fading with the rising consciousness.
Golden hues of a setting sun streamed into the vastly empty room and spilled out across the tatami-matted floors. It was far from Dimitris ideal to be stirring from his well earned slumber, and the dark haired Asian rolled over, pulling the blankets tight over his head. Even so, it was time to begin the evenings work, and he was never the kind to keep his work waiting. With a fina
I just don't knowI don't know.I just don't know6 years ago in Other More Like This
I just don't know any more.
What is life like?
Who is life like?
I just don't know.
I may have once known
But you have brought doubt
I made a mistake
And I fear what you will say.
I just don't know what to do.
I killed your love.
you damaged my heart
I just don't know.
Where can I go?
Who can I go to?
I crushed your baby.
I took your children.
in my own blindness,
I killed them.
I just don't know anymore.
I don't know that I ever knew before.
And now I ask,
Will you forgive me?
Forsaken Chapter 1 Part 2Forsaken Chapter 1 Part 27 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
FIRST OF ALL DO NOT READ THIS PART UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE ONE BEFORE IT!!! THAAAAANKS
Normally Dimitri was not one to house bad hygiene, but sleep had claimed him before he'd even managed to change his clothes. Now facing the elusiveness of an uncooperative clock, he cursed as he realized he had no time for a shower. Opting for the next best option he threw off what he wore and changed into much more suitable attire...a long black trench coat, a soft black shirt and fitted black pants. White...it really didn't fit. Combing his hair back into a ponytail and tying it there out of his face he rushed out of the house, envelope tucked carefully in his pocket. The airport...he shuddered hoping against all odds the job didn't take him far as he let out a sigh and hurried along.
Contending with daytime traffic was not something his nocturnal self was used to, but somehow he managed to arrive at the assigned airport bef
Love Letter to No OneSo many nights, so many hours. Nights that lasted forever. Nights that tore into me and ripped out what little hope was left. I used to often sit alone on those nights pouring my heart out in a love letter to no one. Paragraph upon paragraph of useless words, tear stains on the paper, all in vain. Each letter was burnt and cast off to the winds. Perhaps off to find a hopeless dreamer such as myself.Love Letter to No One11 years ago in General More Like This
I'd dream what he'd look like, the way he'd smell. The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands. I'd write out the words I longed to say to anyone who was willing to hear them. Played out conversations in my head with a man who'd never love me. A man who wasn't any more real than the hopes that kept me living.
I grew up being called Snow White for my name is Amber Snow Wright. They called me a princess. I believed in the fairy tales. I thought that there was a person out there for everyone. The greedy, the poor, the overweight, the disabled, the gay, the snobby, the overly nice, even the "
10 Ways to Annoy Charlie Swan10 Ways to Annoy Charlie Swan10 Ways to Annoy Charlie Swan6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
10. Tell him Bellas pregnant but youre having trouble figuring out who the father is Bellas unsure whether its Edward, Carlisle, Jacob or Mike.
9. Ask him what Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo means in the phonetic alphabet.
8. Decorate his handcuffs with pink lace and flowers the call the station requesting to speak with Chief Swan Princess.
7. Whenever he is around, narrate all that is happening into the invisible walkie-talkie thats strapped to your shoulder, speaking only in cop talk.
6. Take his gun and use it in a bank holdup it will have his fingerprints all over it. When he is being questioned about it, sing Bad Boys by Inner Circle and I Shot the Sheriff by Bob Marley in the background.
5. Take his cop car and start a high speed car chase with it.
4. Send him a tape of Edward sneaking into Bellas room at night, and Bella hitting
10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her Ice Queen behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with Whatever, bimbo.
7. Claim that being a human aint so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with Whatever, bimbo.
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didnt go to Italy because Rosalie said Bella was dead he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalies ugly face.
3. Call her Hoe-salie at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to Roxanne by The Polic
wallswalls9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are a PRISONER of nothingness
stuck within the
corners of that room
you chase the lights..
and fading s l o w . .
but words are s l o w . . .
i wonder if it can move walls?
cO mMo TiOnS fading fast
fading s l o w . . .
can you hear that sound?
it came from THAT wall.
that one over there, i suppose..
oh, maybe this one.
no, that one, i guess?
i can hear voices ECHO.
ECHO echo echo
nerudai want to read your bodyneruda11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls
like a silken bookmark
across your face.
i will work my way
down the page, hands
trembling with excitement,
anticipating which words
fingers will linger
in some areas, reread,
so that on lonely nights
like this one I will
be able to recite
the subtle nuances of
your neck or the mystery
surrounding your navel.
I would try to interpret
the verse for others,
but there is no translation
for your lungs breathing
into the palm of my hand,
or your heart, beating
its ancient tribal rhythms
in correspondence with mine.
I Think You Should KnowI think you should know,I Think You Should Know7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How much I really love you.
It's not like I can keep it hidden,
Because really, I've tried.
But if you went on not knowing,
I'd feel like I could die.
No matter how many times the flame dies,
It ignites so easily once again.
One flash of your smile,
Goosebumps crawl up my skin.
When you look at me,
I can't look away,
But then I know I'm blushing,
and I know I can't stay.
I'm stuck in this spot,
I really can't move.
I refuse to go anywhere without you.
I think you know,
I can tell you can sense you,
The way you treat me,
The way you laugh,
It's everything all at once.
I won't say it in a letter,
I'm not good at that kind of thing.
I could sing it to you in a song,
You know that's more me.
But no song could describe it,
So here is my way to finally say,
I can finally tell you today...
I Love You.
I Am... Everlasting RegretI am everlasting regret.I Am... Everlasting Regret7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I linger in the hearts of those who have sinned. Whatever those sins may be, either intentional or not, I soon follow them. I make your conscience bleed black for its inadequacy to stop the flow of sin from one's mind.
I stay with you for the rest of your life. I reside in a little corner of your injured soul. I slowly kill you with the pain of all the consequences that you must go through. I am not your salvation. You are no longer human.
I know the meaning of my existence. I am here to cause decay upon your sanity and dig deep into your weakness so that you may forever feel guilt for what you have done. As I come to life, you shall soon go to death.
It's the things you later regret that shall kill you...
It's the things you later regret that fuck you up...