EndlessWe are small things, you and IEndless5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But we know a field where the soft winds sigh
Where we smile secretly as we lie
Under the limitless sunset sky.
Embers of MemoryA flash of dancing red. A searing pain in my foot. A scream in the distance. A name shouted out to me. A muffling cloth restricting my breath. The crushing blackness.Embers of Memory6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The smoke permeated my senses, forcing me to taste it with my nose; to smell it with my mouth. To see it with my ears; know it with my eyes. I could feel it with my mind, and hear it with my fingers.
Someone was holding my hand to his burningly painful face, and shouting at me, begging me for something. "Don't you dare leave me!" he shouted, "I won't let you! Fight it, damn it, FIGHT IT!"
It hurt so much; I just wanted the numb blackness to come back.
"No, don't go," he sobbed, "Call me selfish, but I want you here. You just can't go away!" I hadn't the power in me to even wonder vaguely who was speaking.
All I knew was that the voice was male, horrified and sorrowful, and that my heart gave a painful lurch at his words. I didn't even have the strength to wince, though I could feel my heart pump its last beats.
Fantasy LifeThere is an internal spaceFantasy Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where every moment is a story beginning -
A discovery in an attic,
A looming cavern mouth,
A journey across the sea.
A thousand scrapbook moments
With no need for purpose or end
Are strung together, like lights,
Forming a bridge through the dark
And pushing back the borders of what isn't.
Sextant TheoryTangent time, 3, 2, 1, GO!Sextant Theory3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Matespritship and kismesissitude are obvious parallels. Both are monogamous, both are essential to procreation, and both are treated with the same etiquette as human love, more or less. The defining difference is that one is pity-based and one is hate-based. This fundamental division obviously carries over to the pale and ashen quadrants. Upon closer inspection, though, moirallegiance and auspisticeship share almost no similarities. One describes a mediation to fend off extra kismesissitudes, and one is an emotionally constructive soul-mate relationship. This raises the following question: What could parallel these two quadrants?
My theory is that when contrasted with the quadrants,
a complete romantic chart would be a sextant set like this:
♥ ♦ 5
♠ 6 ♣
5 and 6 are the unnamed and unexplored absent sextants. 5 is a parallel to auspisticeship, and 6 is a parallel to moirallegiance.
Interestingly enough, 5
The One IndulgenceThe One Indulgence5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the SessKag Valentine's Contest.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters nor make made money from it.
Rating PG-13 to be safe. Mild language and suggestive teasing maybe?
THE ONE INDULGENCE by claymaker
Falling Into the well
More like onto his face. If he had known that jumping into the well after some bottled concoction that Naraku tossed in he might have let the foul bastard get his way. No, Sesshoumaru had to prevent that evil hanyou from completing whatever nefarious deed he had planned to sabotage the future miko's only way of traveling here to there. He only cared because the miko was Naraku's crux, that he was afraid of her for some reason. What was he thinking? He was a powerful youkai; in fact the most powerful youkai. He would have eventually taken down the bastard on his own. He just hadn't because offing the half-breed was not high on his things to do.
No matter, what
Transhuman RevolutionWake up to see through different eyesTranshuman Revolution5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A faster world under a wider sky
A stronger body, a sharper mind
Would you be afraid to change?
Humans crawl and humans die
Seeking forms that let them fly
To shed old genes like butterflies
What should we lose? What can we gain?
Mother's loveInuyasha loomed over her like an exaggerated picture of Dracula atop his newest victim. Not that she knew. She was sleeping. And that was, after all, the point. She was sleeping and dreaming. Talking in her sleep.Mother's love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As far as Inuyasha was concerned, there weren't too many words that began with "Sessh", and even fewer that began with "Sesshou", but maybe, just maybe, his hearing had gone wrong.
"Se..." she mumbled again. He leaned even closer, almost touching her, not even knowing he was reaching a very disturbing level of wrongness in his gesture. "Sesshouuuu...."
If his half-brother was bothering Kagome in her dreams, Inuyasha was going to find a way to kill him. However, a small part of him couldn't help but notice she didn't look distressed. That somehow worried him even more, especially since he had no idea what he was supposed to do in that case.
That didn't make any sense.
Inuyasha thankfully ceased looming. He looked around fo
Don't Go || SessKag DrabbleThey were silent. Whether that was due to a lack of something to say or to having so much to say they didn’t know where to start, Kagome didn’t know. What she did know, was that when she’d first come back, when the well had first sealed itself, she hadn’t thought she would ever feel the sorrow she felt right now looking down into the blue light that had become a constant friend in her travels between worlds. When she’d first come back, she would have given anything to return to her friends in the past but now…Don't Go || SessKag Drabble1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Her lips pressed together, knowing that he was standing behind her and not daring to turn and look to see more awe at the well than sorrow for her departure. He didn’t need to see how broken she was, staring into that light and knowing that this was the end of them. The end of their funny little friendship that had taken three years to build and had made her so happy.
A slow tear ran a course down her cheek, leaving it’s stain for
Daddy Does Sign LanguageDaddy Does Sign Language11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
DADDY DOES SIGN LANGUAGE
By Rachel Alysson Hart
One day as My Dad went into the Store,
For a Man he Held Open the Door
The Man was on His Cell Phone
So Daddy went On
And the Man said, "What the Hell was That For?!"
Daddy Touched His Chin, His Chest,
And His Palm
And the Man's Expression then Became Calm
"I'm Sorry," He said, "I Didn't Know...You..."
"Don't be Such a Jerk," Daddy said,
"You Never Know Who you Might Run Into."
Empty ThreatThe red one. It stands out among the others to you. The stupid thing just sits there, squirming and making weird little cooing noises. They all just crawl around and when they spot you they head your way. You try and shove them off, pushing them away with your foot but one misstep and tangled feet lead to you falling flat on your ass. You would describe them as swarming although it was more like playfully tackling. Now it seemed you were the center of attention, all of them start climbing and prodding and nibbling and cooing.Empty Threat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The red one catches your attention again, its trying to climb up your arm. You rip it off and give it a scathing glare. It squeaks and tries to wiggle out of your grip but it has no such luck.
You sit there for a while, staring at it. The others have moved on to playing with each other but some still want to play with you. The teal one keeps nudging you and squeaks to get your attention. It works. You face it but your glare softens when you see her. She smiles at
OceanSummer ocean shore...Ocean5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
bare feet patter on wet stone,
a child breathes salt air.
- self -- self -6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when you fight yourself
one of you will lose
- In My Eyes -- In My Eyes -10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to listen
To the things you said
But I couldn't stop the voices
Inside my head
I thought it would end
If I could forget
I tried to pretend
And that I regret
Because it's eating me alive
It never ever goes away
It's strangling me inside
And suffocates me more each day
It's driving me insane
I can't take this anymore
I hate myself, I'm a useless bitch,
A filthy fucking whore
I can't see anything but red
I hate this place inside my head
I'm fucking crazy just like they said
I'd kill myself, but I'm already dead
'Cause I ignored it for too long
And I believed in my own lies
Now it's too late, my soul is gone
You can see it in my eyes
WaterWater just reflects -Water5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
it cannot give back what it
has never been shown.
if the woman .if the woman6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If the woman is a stone
bury her in blue water,
If the woman is a knife
rub her til she's sharp.
His voice is a rattle at the bottom of a tin cup.
His arms are spurs, and rusted
where metal pinches leather.
He shakes like a drum in firelight
with the last fist still fresh on his back:
ama sa'ni, she grow curved low like a horseshoe,
she pull stories from lamb wool, wrap up
our toes in cotton words,
I go walk on her clouds when I sleep.
Before the men with chins like rocks and the women
the travelers.we are sprawled across our kitchen floor and sprawled across each other, watching the globe your father gave you one birthday when you were a boy. there's a game we play. we spin the globe, create a life, create tales of happiness in exotic lands. we're playing it now.the travelers.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
the globe spins. my finger lands. lithuania. i smile and tell you about a boy i knew who made the best lithuanian honey liquor.
"brewed it in my kitchen in the midnight hours of my youth. that's what we'll do there," i say, "be brewers of krupnikas. it is, the sweetest drink your lips will ever taste, my sweet. tastes like christmas."
"and our house?" you ask, "our family?"
my eyes close, i bite my lip, then smile.
"we will live in a little village, on the baltic sea of course. nothing spectacular, a small blue cottage. but it will be home, my god it wil
the cocooning of pangeatell me about continents and oceansthe cocooning of pangea6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'll tell you about highways
and i say:
that isn't an ending,
need to change.
and i say:
we all need to change,
even beauty must adapt.
and i say:
.when i look back at.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
how to own the stars pt.1onehow to own the stars pt.16 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she carried a sac filled with pebbles and shells to show how she carried the world;
(gently) and if you asked her she would pull them out, one at a time she gave them
each a name and whispered them like a prayer: aalam ailesh bhupen domnall haruyo
jagat mahijit on and on and on (for the world is large and has many names but she
always remembered them all)
-one day she dropped one and cried enough tears to
break a heart.
this is the picture of truth tra
MotherI remember the scent of blood. Everywhere around me, drifting in the air, clinging to my skin, heavy on my tongue. I breathe it deeply and smile, because it reminds me of her - of my mother.Mother5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was very small when she found me, wandering through the wreckage of the village where I had been born. I was filthy, covered in debris from blasted houses and dozens of little wounds. I couldn't feel any of it. I was numb, inside and out, until I turned a corner and someone caught me by the arm. I looked up and saw a woman. She was dressed in close-fitting dark clothing, and her hair was long and as pale as her skin. I knew right away she was different. She didn't look anything like the women of the village, but it was her eyes that made her truly different - cold and bright, fixing me to the spot so I couldn't move or even look away.
She was a mercenary, hired by another country to attack ours. Once she caught me, she could have killed me and left my body in the street with all the others. But f
.sometimes faith slowly.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
prises open our ribs
decides to slip out
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?