August 12, 2008August 12, 2008August 12, 20087 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is always the old who stay
behind, shambling unsteadily
down uneven stairs, drifts
of wreckage and memory
rising up around them as they
head out onto the streets of Gori
after rocket attacks have made
a quiet of the world. Worrying
their tongues as they calculate
laari against lamb and walnuts,
they fidget with memories fit to untwist
the rebar and shattered concrete
they find strewn across the plaza
and cross themselves as the air
quakes. I hear them, how they give
witness to the sorrow they stand
with on the front steps of a nameless
building. I hear their petitions.
Where would they go, these mothers
of the fathers of the smallest lives,
these brothers of the women who have
sold sour cherries in this very square
every Tuesday but this one?
Where is there to go but down
the uneven stairs and into the square,
looking for a childs blanket or a friend
among the faces of the dead?
van buren stthe reflections in the glass monolithvan buren st10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the thoughts of Escher
some new cubist language
for architects and day trippers
with fractal steel zebras
rows of ellipsis yawn sideways two stories
the sun is going down and soon
we will not retrieve this picture of happens to be
painted slick across the sky
Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
Listening to Sublime causes...The sun is melting on the horizonListening to Sublime causes...7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And we'll sit and watch it, baby
Burn my eyes, burn my brittle soul
And start over in this feathered world
Summer's passing, spring ain't coming
There's no time left
There's no one home
So I'll sleep through the end, sleep through the day
The earth stops spinning
We all stop breathing
And there's a strange sort of spectacle
When the last leaves fall to the ground
But we'll be back
As the skies come to a halt
And the grass withers and fades
Cause nothing can break us, babe
Nothing in the world or out
No Final DestinationWandering alongNo Final Destination7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this winding path
with no sense of direction;
no final destination.
where I started,
where I end.
No map or
to tell me
I'm so wrong.
a soul to ask
if I'm on the right track.
I hack through the trees.
but I go
I have no map,
no sense of direction,
no help at my side,
no final destination.
But even without
all of those things,
I persevere and keep going;
I do not stop.
For I have
one thing above all
that will lead me
the right way.
Not a map,
not bright arrows,
faith in myself
The Looking Glass TreeIn the Spring there's a fieldThe Looking Glass Tree7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where the poppy seeds grow
And we go there to be together
It's a place in our heads
That we barely can reach
And it always has perfect weather
Oh, the distance is far
Between you, between I
But I'll always be here when you need me
And I'll wait in the field
Where the poppy seeds grow
Sitting 'neath our old looking glass tree
The Green BoatboxThere's a record dealThe Green Boatbox7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From a man with no arms
Eating poppy muffins
In the sky, yeah, in the sky
Cause we all float by
And give him two cents
When nothing else can bring him down
There's a farmer's deed
In the old crow's nest
Of an old pirate ship
On the sea, yeah, on the sea
Cause we all float by
And write our initials
In permanent ink on the parchment
And our cellphones ring
Their ding-dong chime
Of new text messages when they arrive
On the screen, yeah, on the screen
Cause we all float by
And no attention is paid
To the late roses of June
BELATED BIRTHDAY for TESSASIt hadn't exactly been snooping, not really. He'd just been cleaning. Hanna always seemed to appreciate it, so obviously he didn't mind, so it wasn't as if he'd been doing anything wrong.BELATED BIRTHDAY for TESSAS6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though, true, when he'd found the old date book, he hadn't had to flip through it. He still isn't quite sure why he'd done it at all; it was marked 2007, and unlikely to have anything important in it. But still, he'd flipped through, and seen the sticker, and paused.
The date didn't mean anything; it had passed the year before with no particular significance that he could recall, no fuss on Hanna's part, no packages in the mail.
But there's the sticker, sparkling back at him. A glitter sticker, of course. Of a cupcake. With a candle in it.
It may be time for some detective work.
The first (really, the only) person he can think to ask is Worth. It's strange, and a bit sad, to realize that no one else has known Hanna for anywhere near as long, and that- with the possible e
green and seethingFor the most part, their cases are pretty straightforward. Someone turns up at Hanna's door, or drops off a note for them at the Rabbit Hole, or calls (when Hanna's phone is actually working) and from there they sort out what they're dealing with and how to handle it.green and seething6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But occasionally, problems find them directly, no hiring necessary. Which means they don't get paid, though that doesn't seem to dim Hanna's enthusiasm any. Not much ever does, so far as he can tell.
They're walking home from the movie theater- Hanna happily dissecting which of the film's (many) explosions had been his favorite- when their latest adventure crashes into them, somewhat literally. Or crashes into Hanna, at least.
"Jesus, fuck!" The boy scrambles back to his feet, wide-eyed and frantic and nearly shoving past them as he's busy helping Hanna back up. "Fucking run, there's a goddamn dragon, swear to god, holy shit run, man!" And he takes off, following his own advice.
Hanna, entirely predictably,
My Confusion...I see her again after such a long time,My Confusion...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and nothing has changed
I still choke at the sight of her,
and all I get is a wave, a hello, and a goodbye
and even those seem like they're in short supply
Does she hate me? Does she like me?
All these go through my head
She says she does, so I guess that's enough
but it doesn't feel like it
I see her with him, so happy, so close
It used to hurt my heart deeply, like a knife in my chest
The pain is gone, but the feeling's still there
A strong but brief pain I can never forget
I'm more confused than sad now
I feel more like an annoyance than a friend
I try to be friendly, but tried too hard
I tried to help even less, but to no avail either
Maybe she does like me, but how much?
She just seems...different around her other friends
They seem so happy together, just being teens
but, with my quiet attitude, I may never be able to know her that well
Does</b> she hate me? Does</b> she like me?
All these still go through my head
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
Au RevoirSo, how are you doing?Au Revoir7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The question was innocent, driven by real, honest caring for his well-being. He knew it, but he couldnt help the hot anger that boiled up inside of him every time anyone asked him that question. He could only rein in his temper, fake a smile and shrug, knowing that if he tried to answer with words, his voice would give and more questions would follow.
Or even worse, the other person would get that concerned look in their eye, brows furrowing together in disbelief, looking at him like some poor creature to be pitied.
If there was anything that he had learned over the years, was to hate pity. Pity was reserved for people who couldnt take care of themselves, for people who couldnt move on their own two feet.
Kyle could stand on his own. That, at least, Christophe had made sure of.
Now he was sitting in the kitchen with his best friend, the darker male looking at him over a beer can. Stan always knew how to act, playing a vague indiffere
Tainted Love: Prolouge<3 TAINTED LOVE <3Tainted Love: Prolouge6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mike stared out the window of his car. The only sound around was the sound of rain hitting the windshield in a stedy. The skys were almost black with dark clouds. It was a truly perfect day to go back to school. Or back to public school as he should say.
Mike had been home schooled ever since he was kidnapped and mailed to Scottsdale by a certain group of gothic children. Oldly, this was the exact group of people he was going to see first.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked the same as he did the last time he was at this school, minus the plastic fangs. After the vampire fad ended he couldn't get back into his old style. It didn't feel right on him.
He sighed and grabbed an umbrella from the glove compartment. He stepped out of the car, opened his umbrella, and walked off twards the back of the school. Where the goths were known to hang out.
He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw them sitting under the awning, bored expressions on t
I'd LikeI'd like to hold you in the seaI'd Like7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As the tide washes away
Our hopes and fears
And our sandals
We can walk barefoot through the sand again
When time has no meaning
Tainted Love: Chapter One<3 Tainted Love <3Tainted Love: Chapter One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mike was happy that he had friends, even though he couldnt show it. He really didnt need to do much to fit in. He just had to smoke, sit quietly, and say conformist at the appropriate times. They had even given him a new name.
Ebony, Thorn called, sure it was a bit girly but he didnt mind. Were going over to Razors house to read poetry. You coming?
He nodded. He had tried several times to write a decent poem, but he would always get sidetracked and doodle on the side of his notebook, which was just a composition book colored in black sharpie and had the word poetry in silver sharpie. He tried to think of his dad when ever he wrote, but that never helped. It only made him get tears on the pages, which caused the words of the poems he actually managed to write blur.
He had to go though. Not to fit in, but the please Thorn. He found that he couldnt say no to him no matter how much
CinderellaMake sure youre home by midnight! Its dangerous for girls your age to be walking around alone much later than that! Her godmother called as she went down the steps of their apartment building, joining the group of her friends that awaited her.Cinderella8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sure thing! She called back, lifting the poofy white skirt of the prom dress her godmother had lent her for a costume, hoping she did not kill herself with the long skirt and clear high heeled shoes. For a runner like herself, known for being a die-hard tomboy, this princess costume her godmother had come up with for her schools Halloween dance was a death trap. Her friends stared at her for a moment, then snickered at the look of absolute disgust on her face.
Nice princess get-up, Ella. Wheres prince charming? One of her friends said through his laughter. Ella glared.
Shut it, Mike.
SleepSleepSleep8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh gods above, what had he done? The memories were fuzzy and vague, although there was no reason for them to be. Hed walked for hours, he remembered that part, though it had felt as though he had hovered above his own tired, charred body. Charred? A fire, he guessed, that hed somehow been caught up in. The sand was surprisingly cool beneath his cheek as he lay there, mind and body numb with confusion and the clench of guilt. Guilt, he realised now, sat where hed always thought love would, just below the ribs; a solid pressure pushing to meet his spine and go all the way through him. As depressing as it sounded, that was all he felt right now aside from the sand, and sand hardly felt solid. What was worse was that he couldnt for the life of him remember why.
Is he dead? Ryker felt something press against his ribs, a toe he guessed, but didnt move. He couldnt
'Twist of Fate' - chapter 1Chapter 1'Twist of Fate' - chapter 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun had already set on the planet of Imeria. Stars were slowly appearing one after another and giving the sky the almost magical clear appearance which was typical for this time of year. No cloud was to be seen anywhere and the light of the moon-shaped spaceport of Crescentia shone softly on the Interstellar Academy. Behind the windows you could see the students dancing, could hear their happy chatter and their cheerful laughter. The huge hall had been decorated with silken banners and exotic kinds of flowers. A huge golden sphere was hanging down from the ceiling, its countless facets glittering like thousands of diamonds and projecting what seemed like an enormous star-field onto the dancefloor. Everybody was spruced up and wearing very solemn clothes. The men their academy uniform, which consisted of navy blue jackets and pants, rimmed with golden hems, a black shirt and dark boots, while the women each wore another beautiful dress that seemed to have been boug
Clueless: SebCiel - ElizabethCluelessClueless: SebCiel - Elizabeth6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She watches with soft eyes as her future husband grows, each year she is there to witness it. Each year she recognises the change in his attitude, and each year on the same day of December 14th, she watches his eyes glisten with what she was never able to achieve as a child. At the age of sixteen years, her suitor, Ciel Phantomhive, is laughing on his birthday. Finnian, Bard and Maylene are standing beside Tanaka and Elizabeth as Sebastian walks through the double doors with a cake on a silver plate and a smile curled on his lips. Ciel laughs - shocking all but Sebastian, who only smiles wider.
Elizabeth clutches her dress as Ciel blows out the candles without looking at them. Instead, his gaze is up to the man he calls his butler and his lips twitch at the edges as they threaten to smile in response to Sebastian's. The young woman watches her fiancé and butler exchange looks and smiles, but she holds it in her heart that he does that for her too.
She sees the gazes peopl
One Life Ch.18 'Without You'2/19/07One Life Ch.18 'Without You'9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from Inuyasha. It is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi, and I thank her for the use of her lovely characters.
A Quick Review of 'One Life':
Rin has grown into a beautiful, intelligent, devoted, passionate young woman and has fallen in love with Lord Sesshoumaru, but she struggles against feelings of inadequacy concerning her humanity. Lord Sesshoumaru is the same powerful, stoic demon lord of the western lands that he has always been, though now the time has come to complete the peace treaties with the Northern territories; Treaties that require his marriage to the Northern Lord's daughter. But, something is wrong. He finds himself more and more distracted by his beautiful young ward and it disturbs him. He seeks out a mate for her that not only will get her out of his way, but which will also seal a treaty with the central trade routes. But, Sesshoumaru discove
Wanderer at DuskThe waves' foamy fingers creep and caress a shore of white crystalsWanderer at Dusk7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A gull gives its salty caw to the sea
Sweet tears fall like bedsheets
The sun licks at the sky with hungry tongues of flame
And a man walks alone
With The breeze washing away the fact
That he was ever there
And life goes on
The Stars....I look up at the night sky, wondering what's nextThe Stars....10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the moon is little more than a sliver for now, I look towards the stars
Their beauty shines brightly here in the suburbs
It calms me for some reason just to see them there,
which reminds me of her......
My heart burns for her just as brightly as any of those stars
And I'd do anything just to prove that - anything....
I see a star and choose it as my own, to represent my heart
and I usually like a falling star, but this case is different
I hope beyond all possible hope that this star - my heart
will never fall....
"I know it won't, no matter what happens to this star" I say to myself
I see another star falling, and wish upon it, hoping for...something
The wind blows, bringing me back to my senses
I then head towards my destination with hope in my heart,
wondering what's next........
speaking in codeIt doesn't actually start with breakfast. That's part of it, yeah, but it's not the reason, not exactly. Well okay it's sort of related- but anyway. Breakfast. It's not about that.speaking in code6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What it's actually about- how it actually starts- is the library, which is kinda nerdy but, he thinks, kinda cute too, sort of geek-romantic or something.
Oh, but the library isn't really the point either.
Okay, so the actual point is: he's in love with Galahad(/Tecumseh/Imhotep/Plotinus/whatever). He has been for kind of a while now. And it starts, partly, with the library.
He mostly works during the day, and Plotinus doesn't sleep, which he figures has to add up to a lot of time spent being bored. Of course when Hanna brings it up he gets a "No, I don't mind. I don't get bored easily" in response, which is plainly crazy talk.
So he comes up with the idea of the library on his own. If he had a bunch of time to kill, he'd probably spend it on movies or something, but Plotinus seems, y'kn