brokenyou're a green-eyedbroken in Free Verse More Like This
black cat with galactic fire
in your devouring heart,
(consuming me like lapping
and your claws are drawn like
last night's curtains after you
detroit was welcoming but not
like your veiny spiderweb
but i still didn't hear the three-letter
phrase that i wanted from you.
that stupid, fucking phrase was all i wanted to
hear and you could've uttered it,
you could've uttered it.
the moon was full tonight and i like
to think it waned just for me,
and i also like to think that your pale
eyes are counting the trillions of stars
waiting to wrap me in your
maybe that's what love isthere are empty sheetsmaybe that's what love is in Free Verse More Like This
sprawled like a linen corpse
who's been given an autopsy--
and it's sprawled across the floor,
arms and legs bent and askew across
the hardwood floor.
i'm thinking of you as the spiderwebs
in the living room are glistening with
fresh dew from the remaining days of
but no one inhabits them anymore, they've
been left alone and deserted like you left me
the flies are gasping and buzzing with ecstasy,
they have been spared.
he's got me
missing his dark eyes and the feel of his unshaven
face against my cheek and the rattling of my bones
when he speaks.
tonight instead i'll be lain across the bed like those
empty sheets you forgot to wash before
i'll be tossing and turning, rethinking and my brain will
be pulsing and i'll be uttering under my warm breath that
i'm just a girl who trembles under the chilly
night sky and has the ambition of a
do i really deserve to be
and i still can't stop
anorexia nervosaher collarbones stretched to theanorexia nervosa in Free Verse More Like This
moon and back;
heavy threaded brows and fading pupils;
( she was exhausted more than
anything, and her body was
becoming a lopsided mirror of her
withering mind. )
her hands were dissolving that monday
into mother earth's light globe;
she was liquifying-- cold as lake eerie
and as deserted too;
(that would explain why she spent so much
time counting stars and humming
and soon she would live up to the term
her eyes belonged to;
she was becoming the enormous entirety that was
her ocean eyes.
her hair had entangled stranded planets and they were
screaming for help
( anybody… out...there...) ,
i guess it was easy to assume that she
was as scared as the rest of
hushhe asked mehush in Free Verse More Like This
if i wanted to become
small enough to fit through
the cracks in the leaking wall,
and i closed my eyes and let the water
he also asked me if i saw
what they saw in the mirror,
( "i'm sorry, you see,
she has her palms grasped tight
over my eyes and i can't
see a goddamned
"what do you mean by
she was never kind enough
to show me her face,
(nor is she kind, she's a vicious
and sneaky plague,
wrapping me around her finger
as she sees me with watchdog eyes toss
and turn in my sleep.)
she's hidden in the i don't need
help's and the
i'm just not hungry
like i used to be's.
and she's an unwanted
corpse underneath my bed like
the teenage boogeyman.
it's time i looked underneath
my bed and sung her a
because even monsters can
with the softest
lack of beliefhe said to me,lack of belief in Free Verse More Like This
"look, kid, you're going to go
and i held my breath and bit my tongue,
waiting for the stillness of my words
to answer the question for
it isn't enough to love someone
when they're gone and rusting,
because that's like leaving a soul
unanswered; and god,
why would you be so selfish?
the cat leaps from the couch and
smirks at me,
muttering with his glimmering eyes.
"you lovesick fool."
his mask droops.
god of the nighttime, confidence leaksshe latches the windowgod of the nighttime, confidence leaks in Free Verse More Like This
tight with a solid grip,
isn't even real, but she's a
superstitious girl, yet
not even black cats
notice the cracks in her
clicking like her chattering
teeth when the full moon
she's grimacing now,
face horizontal and legs
(soft winged butterflies with
moveable hips, she longs to
fly, fly, fly.)
she left her bible at home,
the cross is probably
dusty as a newborn summer
"i'm praying to the moon now,
it's the only thing
i know is real."
her god has craters on
its soul, but you should see
how magnificent it looks
floating, amongst the stars, knowing it has
somewhere to belong.
i really wish you could
stay here with me until
the sun comes up again,
because by god,
i miss you even
marigolds and weeping willowsthere are marigolds floating in hermarigolds and weeping willows in Free Verse More Like This
yellow with edges battered,
beating red hearts spluttering for
and his double-knotted shoelace
arms are wrapped around her rugged
hipbones, as he places a finger to her
yellow-and-blue bruise and presses--
she gasps and feels like her blood pressure
is clogged and drained; her cheeks are now
the weeping willow outside is shedding its
leaves like a damp blanket,
it sheds tears
quickly and without doubt.
she wants to crawl into the tree and
whisper for its salvation
so with trembling hands
while he sleeps, eyes shut, eyes
woven through and through and stitched
she places barefoot and naked feet on the outside
runs and runs and runs
with the wind's lips kissing her face and smoothly
welcome, honey, i missed you so.
i'm relieved you're home with
la lunasurely somedayla luna in Free Verse More Like This
he'll see the pale moon and all of
its inhabiting craters
and realize that his first love was
as rigid and blemished as
more often than not i wake up at
2am, 3am, 4am,
when the moon is stretching its
limbs for hibernation
and find my pupils being lifted;
searching for something that is
maybe we can go back to middle
school and rifle through the lost
and found, heaving our too-heavy backpacks on
the truth is you're grown up and next year
you'll be gone;
and i'll be here-
see? the moon isn't so unlike me after all,
we're both lonely without our morning sun.
sewing isn't that easyyour seams are splittingsewing isn't that easy in Free Verse More Like This
and i tried to patch you up
( little did i know you weren't a
patchwork blanket )
with my sewing needle but
you couldn't stand still--
your pulse kept beating like an
african drum between
instead of that blunt you were
smoking you should've smoked
my trembling hands instead;
maybe then the TLC would've spread
through your corrupted brain cells
or maybe it was my fault that you
didn't ache for my touch.
crumbledshe had strawberry blonde hair and short bangs that framed her face, and i loved her more than i loved the creamy craters of the moon.crumbled in Short Stories More Like This
i wondered what it was like to have someone love you back and to have them grasp your hand when they were at their weakest and when air filled their lungs to the point where they were spluttering and gasping for help.
her name was may and she was intoxicating, she was my galaxy of reptilian stars and she was above all my best friend. but she didn’t love me back.
i remember her lying beside me and putting her hands over my ears, and i watched her lips move and sparkle like a hidden diamond that i hadn’t seen before, and i was the desperate miner that was aching for more.
she had called me that night when the curtains in my room were blowing and dancing, and she had told me about someone named david. and i could feel her heartbeat and her immediate love for someone else, and i could feel myself withering and becoming more fragile than i ever w
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
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long as it's
on his terms
and i've a
if i just play
by the rules
.tiny heart drumming. in Free Verse More Like This
in your chest, i can
red gravy pumping
in your veins, i can
you are such a fresh
meal, and i can almost
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in fire; for the amber tongues
to lick me clean, pure
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that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
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love for fear
and if a
ivy, i'll cut it
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and if i really want his
forgiveness, i should get on
my knees and beg
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work of the devil; you'll have
black orbs for eyes and a tongue
as sharp as your fathers
and i hope you will not feel a thing
when they pull back your blankets
and carry you out, when they leave
me with nothing but creases
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
Song of RaineShe scatters the seeds with her tiny hands.Song of Raine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And pictures the sunset in a distant land.
She dreams of places, where she'd be free.
With clouds as far as the eyes could see.
And there she'd dance to the song of the rain,
While I would watch from my window pane.
With a smile befitting such a lovely girl;
The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:The Good Critic's Guide in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a manner that will allow them to be rated as a good critic.
Note: Before reading on, take note that this guide is only for literary works as I have no experience judging visual art and therefore cannot create a rating scale for those.
II. The Purpose of a Critique:
The first question that we must ask ourselves is this: "Why does an individu
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Screaming at the BeastHow many have I had? Why would you ask such a question?Screaming at the Beast in Free Verse More Like This
I've had--only three! Yes, three I swear.
What? No--of course not, what are you suggesting.
Those: I can't quite see them clearly. Oh! Oh dear...
No, you, you must understand this was--just a bit of relaxation,
A little sip to help me sleep.
No--No, don't cry, I'm not going back to those days; I'm not!
I swear it was just--just a passing shower I...
It's just been hard...
It's been so difficult!
WHERE WAS I SUPPOSED TO TURN?
But it's not your fault, I know that.
I suppose I was simply looking for an excuse...
I was drowning you know, in the icy water.
Cold enough to freeze the lungs.
I stopped and simply drifte
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expending hours of precious effort.
When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,
And reminds me of our responsibility -
One that we owe to our readers and friends.
When I write, it is my team - my uncles,
Who lay the path before me;
They give their time and their heart,
Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.
And when I am dow
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.Lie to Me in Free Verse More Like This
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
Death To The JediDeath To The Jedi in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The order is given.
Death to the Jedi.
Death to the good.
Death to the light side of the force.
And now the force is singing,
With the cries of crying children,
Younglings unable to control their thoughts.
And pain falls as the silence grows.
The force is now silent.
Not a whisper or murmur.
Not a cry or a yell.
No sign it's been used.
Just a silence of a dead race.
Comedians In The SkyComedians In The Sky in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're a bad example of everything British.
Someone American upsets the boss,
But it's you who gets the loss.
Carry on soldier.
I'm not against you got it?
I play by all the same rules,
But that goes with passport.
But you've really made me angry.
Because you died
You stand with pride.
Then you wish you never died.
Like all Brits you go to heaven,
Because Brits don't have to try.
Others wonder why,
But it's a simple fact
No matter if you're choked
Fried or eaten alive.
Dead in space with no air supply.
You're not going to hell alright?
So I'll throw you off a hill,
Give you poisoned toast with dill,
No regrets because I won't miss you when you're dead.
You might threaten to come back,
But that's not British that's a fact.
Because you'll be replaced just like that.
On the Death Star it's a hazard.
There are thousands just like you.
Disposable Brits ready like you.
And then you fail your orders
Sith Lord Vader kills you off,
Force chokes you as you're so wrong.
Not Yet A WomanNot Yet A Woman in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In this life I'm a woman,
But I'm not yet a woman.
I'm a girl.
Just a girl,
But also a queen with a duty.
My life dictated by the situation,
A childhood gone long sacrificed.
For a life of politics,
Of providing a leader.
There is no mother or family.
I am Queen Amidala.
Not yet a woman,
No longer a child.
But one day this will end,
And I'll be a woman at last.
Never LoverNever Lover in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What life brings upon us,
All those challenges in our lives,
So challenging for a normal being,
So impossible for a Jedi.
Yet I still love him.
He's grown up around it,
And so have I.
For all the things
I've never asked,
We should not, we're Jedi.
But I want his love.
Don't say. Don't whisper.
But I can't deny my feelings,
So Obi-Wan my never lover,
I love you...but I can't say it.
Vader Just Cancelled ChristmasVader Just Cancelled Christmas in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We were rocking around,
Eating mince pies,
And enjoying a boogie tonight.
But then we heard,
Over Storm Trooper Live,
Vader just cancelled Christmas tonight.
We are really quite annoyed about it.
Yes we are!
We put up mistletoe
And decked the halls
With lots of holly!
But now he has said,
Take it all down,
Or I'll force choke you tonight,
And I'll boot poor Rudolf out
And I'll kill my son as well.
Hang on...what son?!
He needs to get into the festive spirit.
Because he's being such a Scrooge,
While we're all singing Slade's
So we won't turn it down,
Or remember it's banned,
Because he can't force choke us all.
Someone's gotta polish his boots,
In the new
Old fashioned waaaaaaay!!!
Christmas is go again.
Proper ChristmasProper Christmas in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We can have ourselves a proper Christmas this year.
Nothing to hurt us.
It's taken time. Lots of time.
But now everything's perfect.
My family are over for dinner,
You're determined not to use your staff,
And Obi-Wan's found time to join us.
It's Christmas bliss
With a Leia and Luke food fight!
Your Evil ShadowYour Evil Shadow in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your face is that of evil.
A mind so lost and gone.
And somewhere in your subconscious,
Lies the one who you replaced.
Your evil shadow you never fought.
Not in his height of power.
Where he was the apprentice,
And you were just an innocent child.
But time moves on,
And deep in the force,
Lies his presence in anger and hate.
Glaring at you in your shadows.
Darth Maul's rage goes on.
Handmaidens And MakeupHandmaidens And Makeup in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This world of politics,
Of makeup and handmaidens,
No one knows the truth within.
No one sees Padmé smile,
No one sees the pillow fights,
The girls nights in,
Nor the groans and moans of queen preparation.
To the crowds we are silent,
Dressed in our best to protect,
How many girls dream of wearing the flames?
I wear them proud,
But underneath the handmaiden title,
We see the wild girl the Queen really is.
We have a good laugh,
We enjoy a good joke.
But on with the makeup,
The hairdo precise,
The robes carefully chosen,
And on with our flames.
He Won't SurviveHe Won't Survive in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of course he won't survive.
I know of the order.
Every clone knows it.
In the back of our minds,
It festers away.
The Jedi we love,
We'll take their lives away.
Can't be helped.
We cry inside.
But we are mere robots
Of flesh design.
We obey the Sith Lord,
Against our will.
Hands cut off and tied,
While we'll take blood.
I'll one day kill my leader.
My Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I just pray it's not today.
Because if it is,
I'll pray he'll forgive me,
Plead innocence though bloody guilty.
Then I'll pray that somebody kills me.
Shell Of ServitudeShell Of Servitude in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shell Of Servitude
I watch from afar,
And wonder what I did.
Seeing you like this.
Lost in a body of evil.
Buried deep is the man I love.
Only time will see him
Rise from within a blackened heart,
A striking shell of servitude.
Was I right?
To sacrifice our children for you?
Give them this duty to fulfil,
Combat and defeat evil?
I was a weakened girl,
My heart heavy with guilt.
You lost your way,
And I can't defeat what you are,
Only our Son can do that.
Purity In EssenceGod whispers poetry in my earPurity In Essence in Free Verse More Like This
And I open forth an inky vein
I say inky because I release it in black
And sometimes blues
It's everything from my ruse to prove
That I'm as normal and happy as
A moon shining over a pair of lovers
But the ink spills over most of the time
While it flows and seeps into the fibers of whiteness
I'm really making crop circles in secret
Crop circles filled with messages to people
People who only see the crops being cut all the time
Always out of season
Or too late
And the ink continues to flow from God's mouth
Through my ears and into my brain
Then out my eyes
And that's usually when it turns blue
Sometimes it comes out of my mouth in sticky black
Causing ink to soak everyone
But they are not touched by the poetry that God tells me
They have stoppered their ears so the ink evades them
So I keep my ruse for those with gobstoppers in their ears
They can be terrified by my crop circles
Writing letters to myself may seem absurd
Still it's all I have to re
I Want A ValentineI don't care what kind of flowers you give meI Want A Valentine in Free Verse More Like This
Or how cheap the chocolate is
I don't care if you comment on my outfit
Or take me out to fast food
But if you make me laugh
And I feel honest with you
If things just make sense
Even when nothing rhymes
Then I might stay a while
If our dates can only be held
At a convenient laundromat
Or helping in a soup kitchen
Or donating blood
Then I can believe we're real
Still, if you take me across the breeze
And let your body be swallowed in shadow
So you can sing to me from the dark
And walk into my nightscape effortlessly
Or ride through my gale
And dry the salty sea a hundred times over
Simply to wrap me in sugar and fire
If you could exchange my eyes for yours
Then I can't possibly go on without you
So what are we doing here?So what are we doing here?So what are we doing here? in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not sure anymore.
Something happened, and then things just lost themselves in a wormhole somewhere.
Every once in a while they pop out of nowhere, like another wormhole opens up and shoots them back in my face.
Before all that, I was crazy, crazy in love with more hope than anyone deserved.
I knew you were clueless, and I just dealt with it because I knew that dealing with things was going to be something I had to learn. Everyone time you mentioned her so casually, I pretended it wasn't a slap in the face to me. You never meant it to be, so why would I have to take it that way? I was giving us time to build, to grow.
Then you hit me from another angle. That one small thing we don't agree on, that I've tried to kindly make you understand. You don't know that I was on my knees for hours, tears pouring down my cheeks and hands grabbing at my hair, praying for some way for you to just understand. You don't know how many times I've asked God to give you anothe
Through The RainI want to ride a horse through the rainThrough The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
If it helps
Wash away the scorns I give myself
No one has to be perfect
But if some of this filth stays
It will grow onto me
I can breathe in the rain
With the power of four hooves
I can call over the hills
And fall back from the thunder in response
Just take a moment
To redirect the wind and capture the lightning
I'm not a farmer of storms
But they fill my harvest of words
And make buoyant my blood
As passion is bled onto the books
I will take a steed and ride
Through the rain
Soak my coat and shoes
So I can come home
And taste a little warmth
Someone To SaveHow do you find the right hand to grabSomeone To Save in Free Verse More Like This
In a field of helpless strangers?
Whose is most important?
Whose will be needed most direly?
I see them coming at me
Like the kids on a merry-go-round
Each of their horses bucking them out of place
As they grab onto the pole
Tears bleeding from their faces
And band-aids unable to cover them
Each color should be a shade of brown
But they've dulled to gray
And I cannot see the color of their eyes
I'm not a saviour
But I would be for them
All the worn out shoes
The thin and ragged coats
The bruised lungs
And the scratched ribs
Ribs that have been worn threadbare to protect
My own heart cries to see beasts
Leaping at them
As if attacking their cages in attempts
To get their prey
It rarely ends
It continues to start
Little do I know I'm spinning in my own circle
Dizzied by the music
Waltzing me onto my head
Bleeding life out of my feet
And drowning my brain
I don't know if the hands grab for me
To lift me up
Or to be lifted
I assume they want
Just Checking...It's been whileJust Checking... in Free Verse More Like This
It really hasn't been too long
But, for me, it's been a while
I really don't know what to say
Because I'm afraid anything I say is going to be stupid
How do I admit to you that
For the first time
You actually hurt me
I don't want you to know that
Because you wouldn't understand it
But it hurts more not to talk
Not to simply see how you're doing
You should see me in person
How I'm looking helplessly around the room
Biting my lip
Trying to think of what to tell you
Without telling you a lie
Or telling you the full truth
Friends don't break hearts
So how could I say I've been sick
Like my heart is nauseated by the thought
That we have a rift between us
A rift you don't even know exists
I keep being told
Just let it out already
Put it in your face
But you wear these sunglasses
These sunglasses like you wouldn't see through them
And they protect you
I could imagine you're happy that way
Why make you take them off?
I know I'm not the kind of art that draws your atte
Go AwayYou see what I seeGo Away in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I don't see you
I need some words here
Tell me what should I do
You're trying hard
You're buying large
But I don't come with a price tag
You've gotta be more than a something to me
Start being yourself and go find someone else
You show your scars off
But you've scarred yourself
I cover my ears
When you use your big mouth
I'm being nice
I've said it twice
But you can't just listen
You've gotta try to be more than a guy
Stop fooling yourself and pick up someone else
Waste your life away
'Cuz you're stuck back in yesterday
Check the clock now
You're on your own and I won't pick up the phone
God bless your soul, don't come anymore
It wasn't real, you'll just have to learn to deal
Take your lies and go kill the seeds that you've sown
Ruled By SecrecyPartner we've been through thisRuled By Secrecy in Free Verse More Like This
You've kept yourself
I would never let you go to ruin
But I sometimes feel you would do that to me
You make me so suffocated
And mask it is as my own shame
We are bound by friendship
Intertwined with chains
It was so open before
And now I'm scraping dust around me
You were a henna pattern in the sand
Washed away by the wind
Your own selfish wind
Your own shroud of pride
Darkening the tide of the night
And I can't keep answering questions with questions
I'd rather not think you a dirty scum
When I've seen your brilliance before
You don't need to be two-faced and one-faceted
And hide the beast in a cave
The hiding leaves you hungry and unsatisfied and blind
And the least you could do was tell me if you want me to leave
I'm not afraid to approach
You don't terrify me
Your greatest threat
Is your secrecy
A Crack of LightSo this morning I felt like a crab with too much sand stuffed in his earsA Crack of Light in Free Verse More Like This
And I wanted the salt of the ocean to just pour from my face
I lugged these pounds of sand tied to my hands and feet
Like a hot air balloon without a course
I was drowning in my own air, ungrounded
And I had somehow swallowed my fist as I went through the numbing motions
It seemed like I couldn't handle the little things
I was plaguing myself with my own pain
And the angry syrup flowing through my brain was like
A diabetic low on sugar, yet it was thick with the stuff
When you can't imagine climbing out of your heartbroken cell
Time seems to run all tortoise-like
Everyone hares in circles about you
Neither dream nor nightmare nor wake is your wake
In truth joy and discovery is simply slumbering a little longer
Peace works so hard that his muscles are fighting the lactic acid inside
Because the reality is
Peace can't exist without lots of pain
Without all of that, none of this purity could exist
The soundtrack sto
Sophie's SongWe met in the pouring rainSophie's Song in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And you put your hands upon my face
And you sculpted someone brand new
I sang a song about my past
And then the world broke up in glass
But we found a way to capture the truth
In another time
I was cavalier and unassuming
Calling shots and walking with gods
But you see, that's not who I was meant to be
For you are my sole cause
You are my steady rod
We've been through history
Turns out peace just won't come cheap
But we made do with the good that we had
You showed a world of memories
Ones that brought me to my knees
But I can never thank you enough
In another time
I was cavalier and unassuming
Calling shots and walking with gods
But you see, that's not who I was meant to be
For you are my sole cause
You are my steady rod
I know things have changed and they've gone awry
And who's to tell us why, oh why
Why should we break apart?
Let's go back to the start
In another time
We were beautiful, beautiful like stars
And the world, everything was ours
I'm someone new
SW: A Feud is BornAira-ty Nokta stepped out of the bridge turbolift and approached the massive cloaked figure whose back was to her as he gazed out at the stars.SW: A Feud is Born in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“It's done my Lord.” she said courteously, ever careful of Skywalker's temper.
The cybernetic dark jedi turned his deathly mask towards her, his voice an electronic crackle that sent shivers down Aira-ty's spine.
“You are lying Commandant.”
Aira-ty tensed but remained where she was, her helmet under her arm as she starred back at the black voids.
“I executed my mission sir.”
“You let the jedi go.” Skywalker snarled, coming towards her.
Aira-ty remained where she was, staring at Vader's chest defiantly.
“There were no jedi down there Skywalker, just some renegades.”
She remembered the look on Dio's face as she'd let him and his small band of rebels go. After what had just happened to Guo-Jia...it seemed the least she could do for him...and technically she was right, Dio had never been m
SW: Kaira, Dreams at DawnKahan stirred restlessly from his slumber, shifting to look down at Aira-ty as she slept against his bared chest. Her long green hair lay across his skin like a thin veil, brushing against him with a ghostly touch that set his skin tingling as unbidden memories of the night's escapades came to mind. He licked his lips and looked over at the chiming com panel, reaching out and smacking the audio only option.SW: Kaira, Dreams at Dawn in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What is it?”
“I'm sorry to distract you Master,” Leroi said apologetically. “I know you and Mistress Nokta are taking time to recuperate from the past week's excitement but we are being hailed.”
“By who?” Kahan asked as Aira-ty opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily, nuzzling up against his chin and kissing his neck tenderly.
“She identifies herself as Master Potkin and she wishes to speak with you...in person.”
Kahan felt Aira-ty stiffen as she sat upright and glared at the com panel, her golden eyes narrowing.
SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 6SWtCW: Battlefield Christophsis pt. 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Crystal City, Planet Christophsis
“Can't you just shield us again?” Aira-ty asked in annoyance.
“I could, but there is no guarantee that we wouldn't bump into one of them and thus give away our position.” Kahan turned to look at her. “I do not know about you Commander, but I am in no mood to find myself exposed in the midst of the enemy army.”
“What about Skywalker and Hanabi?” Aira-ty asked. “We haven't seen them at all.”
“They are nearby.” Kahan replied, looking back at the assembled droids below. “I have ordered them to hold position for the time being until such time as we can make a difference.”
Aira-ty scowled. This was something she had never been any good at. Sitting and waiting. They were hidden away in the upper stories of an apartment block overlooking one of the main avenues of the city. A direct path to the government center where the Republic forces were stationed...though....
What Are the Odds? (You're a Lucky Boy)What Are the Odds? (You're a Lucky Boy) in Sci-Fi More Like This
Aira-ty walked down the sanitized corridor on the Kaminioan city, looking out at the wind driven rain as it buffeted Tipoca City. She hated this planet. It rained too much, like it was always crying. Still, as a place to raise her son Boba with Jango it wasn't too bad...and they never lacked for anything, save perhaps friends for Boba...not that Jango seemed to feel that Boba needed them. He was so intent on their son's training that Aira-ty sometimes felt that Jango forgot that Boba was her child too. Looking back from the endless rain she turned her attention back to the corridor as she came around a corner. She frowned and stopped, her sensitive ears picking up what sounded like the sniffles of a child.
Was that Boba? Her eyes narrowed as she followed the sound. If one of the Cuy'val Dar had hurt her son again she was going to thrash the responsible party within a millimeter of their life! She'd promised Jango she wouldn't kill any of his hundred man team while here, but that didn't
Star Wars: Conflicting EmotionsAs the last of the armored figures collapsed in a heap, Kahan stood up and extinguished his sabers as he examined their adversaries.Star Wars: Conflicting Emotions in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aira-ty twitched and looked over at him in annoyance.
“These aren't Mandalorians.”
He blinked and turned to regard her placidly. “They're wearing the armor.”
“That doesn't mean anything!” she snapped angrily. “They're not Mando'ade!” she spat. “They're Death Watch!”
“You'll have to forgive me if I don't perceive the difference.” Kahan replied thoughtfully.
If not for the inquisitive gaze of his pale blue eyes Aira-ty might have attacked him right then and there. As it was, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as she explained.
“It's the same difference as Jedi and Sith. Outsiders might not see the differences but they're there...and they're pronounced.”
Kahan considered for a moment before shrugging. “I will have to be more cog
Star Wars: Future Mind GamesThe last of the Stormtroopers fell to the ground, leaving Aira-ty and Kahan standing alone amidst the white shelled bodies.Star Wars: Future Mind Games in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aira-ty trembled slightly within her own armor. “I just...” she took a deep breath. “Kahan I just—“
“Don't.” her husband said quietly, turning to her. “Don't think that.”
She grimaced and glared at him from behind her helmet. “You're in my head again.”
He smirked at her, despite the fact that he wore his own set of beskar'gam, he'd declined a helmet. He wore the rest of the regalia though, done in a olive drab with teal slashes running down from the shoulders of his armor. And in all honesty...she loved seeing his face even if she wished he'd wear a helmet.
“Always.” he replied simply.
Aira-ty's face flushed and she looked away from him in annoyance, doing what he suggested and forcing the thought from her mind. She couldn't think like that. These men were no longer Jango's legacy...they
SW: Desperate FlightAlliance Rendezvous Point at Sullust, aboard the MonCal Cruiser LibertySW: Desperate Flight in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Orchid stepped into the hustle and bustle of the Liberty's hangar. It was a crash of noise and commotion filled with sparking lights and foul smells as the starfighters were readied for combat. She didn't know what was going on exactly—no one would tell her anything—but she understood that a battle was going to be fought. She'd seen this too many times before, more times than any fourteen year old should have. She made her way uncertainly through the bustling maintenance crews and droids, walking past X-wings, A-wings and Y-wings as their crew's loaded ordnance, checked weapons and fueled the craft.
She was looking for two fighters in particular. She spied one of them easily enough, the Ace in the Hole's distinctive paint job of white with black and red checkering set it apart from the other A-wings in the hangar. Besides it she spied another A-wing being painted gold and white with a red emblem emblazo
SW: Battle of Geonosis ProjectA force of Aethersprite fighters and other fighter and light craft blurred with pseudo-motion as they exited hyperspace. Behind them jumped in a single Dreadnaught heavy cruiser and a Carrack light cruiser flanked by two Republic Assault Cruisers and a single Corellian Gunhip all bedecked in the red livery of the Republic Judicial Department. The small task force paused a moment as the Aethersprites and other short ranged fighters dropped their hyperspace rings and sleds before moving further towards the rust-red planet before them.SW: Battle of Geonosis Project in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Prepare yourselves.” Master Mace Windu said over the secure net between the jedi. “We are here to stop this conflict before it begins and rescue the hostages.”
Ahead of the Jedi task force two Geonosian warships noticed the Republic forces and turned to engage them along with a swarm of indigenous fighters. The swift craft closed with the jedi fighters rapidly and were in amongst them exchanging weapons fire within moments while the
SW: Jaeriel, Turning for HomeOrbiting Endor's Sanctuary Moon, Alliance Fleet, aboard the Alliance flagship Home OneSW: Jaeriel, Turning for Home in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Orchid ran down the passageways of Home One, rushing past the Alliance flagship's crewmembers despite their protests. Reaching her mother's cabin she rushed inside, huffing and puffing breathlessly.
“Mom!” she panted as she caught her breath. “Jae's gone!”
Quinn looked up from her desk, she was still recovering from all the mayhem of the last few weeks as the Alliance had absorbed the shock of its victory over the Empire here at Endor. Just a week before a task force had been dispatched to some Imperial fringe world to aid them against some sort of attack from unknown aliens. The galaxy was changing very fast.
“What?” she asked.
“She's gone!” Orchid sobbed. “I went to her room to see her and all her things are gone!”
Quinn slapped the companel on her desk.
“Flight Control this is Commander Shara, is Flight Officer Nokta's fighter still
SW: Future Fears“Hey Jae-Jae”SW: Future Fears in Sci-Fi More Like This
Jaeriel nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice in her darkened cabin, her hand shooting out as her saberstaff leapt into her fingers and ignited. In the silvery glow of her blades she spied a familiar face sitting calmly on her bunk with a gentle smile resting beneath light golden eyes.
“Ay-lana,” Jaeriel breathed as she extinguished her weapon, turning on the light. “What in space are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” she stopped and frowned. “Wait, what are you even doing here?”
Ay-lana smiled, her golden eyes shimmering with an inner light as she spoke.
“I came to see you, I need your help...or more accurately I think I need your friend's help.”
Jaeriel's frown deepened. “You mean Quinn?” Ay-lana nodded. “What do you expect her to do?”
Ay-lana's smile remained as she continued. “We're going to destroy a monster before it can be born.”
“Isn't that what dad and
you stoleyou are smoke,you stole in Free Verse More Like This
and I forget
how the mockingbird
used to sing.
how to miss someone.
you left warm spots in me,
familiar dents and puckers
nothing holds my eyes in place.
they roll from one end of my skull
to the other,
I don't want to see
a world without you in it.
you let this place hollow out
and dry like infinite droughts.
the years age me,
and I don't know who I am
I only remember you,
but I forget that you are gone.
lessons in rising abovemy spine cracks from wherelessons in rising above in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you once snapped vertebrae; I
turned my back on you.
pathological liarsI spin, spin,pathological liars in Free Verse More Like This
on ballet toes,
but my balance is impaired.
I stumble over my own grace
like god is trying to trip me up.
please give me an example
of something that makes me worthwhile.
tonight the roads are winding.
my head is lolling
as I battle myself to keep my eyes open,
and all I can think about is how
the radio stations play
the same goddamn songs
a hundred times in a row.
monotony always frustrates me.
maybe that’s why we didn’t last.
are all carbon copies.
my tattoos frightened you;
you claimed that anything so damaging
shouldn’t be so permanent.
i got them all removed last week.
my arms are bare of ink.
i cut my hair short, shorter than yours,
gave myself a black eye
just to pretend there was a story behind it.
you wouldn’t recognize me anymore,
and I’m so happy I could cry.
you changed your mind, changed your sheets,
changed the woman you loved
like flicking off a switch.
I changed the locks, changed my
dear liami.dear liam in Free Verse More Like This
i've started this letter
so that i don't have to struggle with it
near the end.
you brought the sun in
and you shut it out
in the tick of two years,
and i'm still blinking
to make sure you
haven't left me blind.
until my hands
melting blood on the rocks.
we intersected at the crossroads
where i died,
two worlds conjoined.
you were always one step ahead,
and i can't keep up anymore.
i've given up.
i'm not worth it,
but i still think
you might be,
perched on the pedestal
i created for you
like the work of art you are.
and i know that if i died tomorrow,
i would be a background thought,
an "oh-how-sad", an
you are not mine,
you are not mine.
i can no longer try.
dear liam, i love you,
not fade awayTwisted up in a trap of I.V.s,not fade away in Free Verse More Like This
she withered and withered away.
Disease stole her lively light
from the sickbed where she lay.
A month before she perished,
I think she might have said,
"I know that I am dying, sure,
but dying's not the same as dead."
bon appetitshe extracts her heartbon appetit in Free Verse More Like This
from her cavernous center
like a no-good tooth.
coughing, she serves it up
on fine painted ceramics.
he lifts his fork,
spears the meat.
chewing, jaw swaying,
he samples a bite.
then he frowns
and spits into
immortal enemyi heard you whisperimmortal enemy in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my name tonight; you're buried
eight miles away.
TryingDoesn't it make you sadTrying in Free Verse More Like This
How your pearl earrings that shone in the moonlight,
and that silk gown that swept the ground,
Were sold with your tears?
And how your white satin heels,
and the diamond ring you always wore,
Were traded along with your soul?
And didn't it shatter your heart to pieces
when you finally realized
you couldn’t buy happiness,
yet you were still trying
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos in Free Verse More Like This
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
Thoughts I'll never tell you3am.Thoughts I'll never tell you in Free Verse More Like This
it seems nighttime
has never looked this dark
(or maybe my emotions
are just blurring
squinty eyes turn
to my alarm clock:
in the roaring black sea
as the dream
s l o w l y
How can I miss someone
who wasn't even mine?
Starlight kisses and bed sheet hugsMy teeth areStarlight kisses and bed sheet hugs in Free Verse More Like This
and my eyes
hold dark pockets
because of all
the late nights
I let the starlight
and my bed sheets
because I realized
you never had,
you never would.
ShoesThey say you don’t understand a personShoes in Free Verse More Like This
Until you take a walk in their shoes
But I don’t think this is true
You never understand a person
No matter if you walked in every pair they owned
Their flats for casual days
Their heels for work days
Or their sneakers for days they feel alive
Because the fact is
You can never penetrate someone’s thoughts
That is the only part of their body
That is fully protected
And that part that would allow you to fully understand a person
Is the part you will never get to see
The part no one will ever get to see
FateIsn’t it ironic?Fate in Free Verse More Like This
The concept of our life
That everything we work for
Will undoubtedly die
The beauty of our faces
The muscle that we’ve toned
The high paying job we worked for
The objects in our home
The thoughts we think important
The ones we surely don’t
The memories now filling us with bliss
And of course the ones that won’t
Our dearest friends
No one shall escape
The one thing guaranteed to everything
Will also be our fate
SocietyThe creative ideas inside our headsSociety in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unfortunately will go unsaid
For society has removed them all
Watching proudly as we fall
Almost as if
We were never there at all
WishesMaybe we should stop wishing on shooting stars,Wishes in Free Verse More Like This
to bring our muttered words to life
For eighteen years later,
we still close our eyes;
whispering words of yearning at a golden object,
demolishing a crimson flame,
and emitting white specks into the lucent air
But maybe we shouldn't
For these wishes we make for countless years
Serve as reminders:
That no one in life has everything,
But at least we have something
Even if it's just an intangible sentence
muttered under our ardent breath
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hairBeauty in Free Verse More Like This
forming a delicate chain,
than diamonds around my neck
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty cannot be bought,
but rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
The tough gets growingI'm knee-deep in mud,The tough gets growing in Free Verse More Like This
grumbling and mumbling
about what I did
to deserve this mess
And my mother glares,
"When I planted you,
I put you deep in the dirt,
not to bury you alive,
but to teach you that
when the growing gets tough,
the tough gets growing."