Becausebecause I love,Because in Free Verse More Like This
I weep when night falls
causing me to see
less ordinary wonders
than by day,
when the moon
cannot feign it's
because I love,
I can write about
the saddest moments-
of the Pleiades
rising in my eyes,
and the faces of my
shadows of reeds o'er me
when I'm gone,
who's roots would
embrace me tenderly
as does he now,
not worthy this pain,
indulging the fragrance
that conceals my absence
in spite of
what cannot be spoken
and the broken whirls
of my fingertips
to reach but not touch,
the saddest moment I write,
because I love
ImpetusIt is when spirit has released itsImpetus in Free Verse More Like This
circle into a sea of impetus-
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,
to assuage the widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all that you promise her.
Lest you wade the murky depths in the
guise of an albino salamander,
avoiding consumption while traversing
the maze of surface fires
that block the way, and flotillas of
their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.
And from the mantle of your blindness
you sense amidst the current
a jagged danger on the far side
where brittle struts from bone of baleen
threaten to sabotage the integrity
of your shape-shifting escape.
Little-known the consequences.
No book of shadows to guide us,
nor the written divination of runes, or
reed scriptures from the after world.
The encryption simply reads that
there is nothing more, once it is begun.
the scent of rindwhile segmenting an orangethe scent of rind in Free Verse More Like This
as I absent mindedly walk the garden
a waxing crescent moon ascends
for the third day in a row
racing the juice
that runs up my arms
my mind unchanging in spite of
the day's unrelenting heat
that has turned into night
and too warm to wear it down
faint light hooks the ends of
my hair at that moment
and how lovely the scent of rind
won't wash off of me for days
Red MeatI asked one-hundred men:Red Meat in Free Verse More Like This
Is it something you should avoid -
Is it the bane of your existence
that you contemplate
all you cannot fathom, like
how your body has hair growing where it
never used to be, and no longer
grows hair where you'd like it to be?
Does it make you more aggressive,
or is it red meat
that affects you in this way?
Is it the lack of oral sex,
or owning a dog that always detects
your ball sweat
but you don't want to switch to a cat
for fear of what
the neighbors might think.
Is this why road rage has gotten
worse over the years,
or exists at all?
Or is it a cry for help, chafing from
all that sweat, making pores larger
from masturbating while stuck in gridlock?
I've pondered these things lately.
throwbackI saw a young man today;throwback in Free Verse More Like This
a photo of him kneeling
and draped in a flag
I found him online
and was struck by how
he looks like David
an uncle I never knew
but wish I could have-
to tell him I love him
intrigued with his looks
and how he reminds me
of me - a throwback;
dropped stitches in a quilt
the two of us,
mismatched of the family-
we don't look familiar
except to each other,
related by proxy
the first time I saw
his image, my bird voice
chirped, "He was so nice!"
how did I know?
with his black & white grin-
the pieces within me
kindred spirits throughout,
separated by generations
and bonded with scout pledges
I've always missed him
because I know him, but
he couldn't wait that long-
something went very wrong
long before I was born,
too late when time would sag
overturning his world,
the Pawtucket kid in a jeep
getting the news flash
it was ending- that they'd
be sending him home, covered
in a freshly draped flag
only loveAn image flashes and shows meonly love in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for the signal
to continue on my way
but I never make it.
a vehicle fast approaching
unseen and unheard
until it's upon me
and ends my journey,
all of my journeys
in the blink of an eye
a dazzling hail of glass
in colors of the street lights,
a violent whiplash of my hair
flowing through water
a wide-angle view one second,
a pane of white mesh the next
wrapped around my body
and every poem,
every love letter,
get-well card and shopping list
I would ever write
spills out of me
till it's all floating
in the oil-slick puddles
on the road and the pavement
my mind already sluggish
as I sat, placidly content
after a large dinner
an hour before
giving my car the reins
knowing the way home
and so happy that moment,
I didn't realize how much
now that night had come,
surrounded by a galaxy of
city lights like so many stars.
And all I remember feeling
was the love-
CarolingEach spring as a childCaroling in Free Verse More Like This
when family parties of
by then were just
mere echos in my head
I'd go a-caroling
while playing in the
fresh mud of our garden
toes wriggling deep
alongside the sow bugs
that tilled the soil
tomboy that I was
still in my Sunday best
my voice would rise up
to the birds perched
on the backyard fence
as I'd go a-caroling
taking in the dappled sun
strained through the branches
of a eucalyptus
that had a treehouse
where you could find me
a-caroling so free and easy
in that tree all breezy
in the crow's nest swaying
watching for pirates - avast!
I'd call out, saying
to the cap'n far below
Mom's calling us for lunch!
and off we'd go a-caroling
just as fast as we could
back in my childhood
where scraped knees were kissed
and summers were bliss,
and all was safe for a while
within my mother's smile.
Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,Gentle Cannibal in Free Verse More Like This
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,
the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.
My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,
translucent from the moon rings
your lips pulled as if in pain.
The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.
Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.
Shibari Haiku RengaShibari Haiku Renga in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my weight settles-
shadow on the wall-
a sapling's quiver
herons take flight
the rope master's
work of art
WhenWhen in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When time was young
and fish were wise,
a little boy would
guard the boats
his people used
for gathering food,
while their gods watched
over them from skies
that used to lie closer
to the water and the earth-
for this was the place
where the wind came to rest
and the sea would caress
the edge of the world,
and bless those who
trusted in the rhythm of
life, until the
cycle of death would
come and set them free-
to watch over
a little boy who
guarded the boats,
when time was young
and fish were wise.
Stability Chapter 2Stability Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Broke? What do you mean broke?"
Bon Bon flashed her partner a stern look. "We have nothing. We have no money."
A shocked Lyra stammered. "Wh-, what do you mean 'nothing'? Your business has been doing great! I've seen it!"
"Not great enough, apparently." The earth pony didn't move her gaze from the floor. "If I can't pay rent by the end of the month, I'll lose the shop."
"We'll lose the shop," Lyra corrected. "We're in this together."
Bon Bon stood up and hugged her marefriend. "Oh Lyra. I just don't know what to do. I'm scared."
The unicorn ran her hooves up and down her partner's back. "We'll figure this out. Together."
The cream colored mare looked up at her before digging her face into her neck, desperately searching for whatever comfort it could offer. The pony made her best attempt at holding back her fearful tears, but to no avail.
Lyra tousled the pony's mane. "C'mon. Let's go sit down. You need a break."
The mare couldn't protest. However unwilling to move she was, Bon Bon was
Stability Chapter 5Stability Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world faded away. The only object in Lyra's consciousness was the mouth of Octavia pressed against hers. She felt as if the grey mare was sucking her breath away with each second that passed by. Her mind continued to reminder her how wrong it was and that she should break away and slap the pony in front of her.
But why were her eyes closing?
She felt herself slowly relaxing and leaning into the kiss. If Octavia hadn't broken away, she didn't know how far she would have taken it.
The classical musician only stared at her, Lyra finding herself gazing back into her pretty eyes. This feeling was all too familiar for the unicorn; it reminded her of their high school days when they would spend afternoons doing nothing but lying in each other's arms. Despite her blatant throwback to her high school days, her mind still nagged her on the underlying issue:
This was wrong.
How could she let herself enjoy reliving such experiences when she already has a loving marefriend? How could she look u
Stability Chapter 6Stability Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waking up in strange places never was a good feeling for Lyra. Especially when she was awoken by the voice of a mare who was not her marefriend.
"Lyra? What in Luna's name are you doing here so early? I thought I told you to lock up last night."
The only response the mare could muster was falling off of the table she had been sleeping on. She felt the cleaning towel she had been using as a pillow fall on her face. Groggily, she threw it off of her, her eyes being met with the sight of Cinnamon Swirl towering over her body.
"Well?" she said. "This isn't a hotel for you to just waltz in and out at your own desire."
"I... I never left last night. I couldn't. I-" she thought of making up some sort of excuse, but decided that if she was ever going to enjoy working for this mare, she would have to open up sometime. "I don't have any other place to go."
Cinnamon seemed indifferent, but still surprised Lyra with a response. "Well I can't have you sleeping on the job, can I? What happened?"
Stability Chapter 1Stability Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been five years. Five years since the mint green unicorn first laid eyes upon that cute, cream coated mare from science class at Canterlot College. Five years since she had accidentally tripped eying her candy embossed flank while walking down the halls, and five years since she was called a "creepy stalking weirdo."
Things had changed since then. It was only one year after her awkward confrontations that she found out that she would be roommates with the pony that had so interested her, and one more after that for her to work up the courage to ask that blue-eyed beauty out to dinner.
That was all behind her now as she looked upon the face of her marefriend, lover and soulmate with a wide smile, observing her familiar features as the candy maker giggled and laughed. She hugged the pony tightly, thoroughly enjoying the time they spent together during quiet evenings like these.
"Well, the afternoon is all ours until our dinner reservations at eight," the earth pony said to her, ex
Stability Chapter 4Stability Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those secrets.
Lyra awoke, still completely dumbfounded by the events of the previous night. She looked to her left to see that the space Bon Bon would normally occupy was empty. The mare shook her head as she began to talk to herself.
"Of all the things that Octavia had to tell her, she had to tell her that? I mean, not that I'm complaining... That was... Different..." The unicorn let out a lengthy sigh. "I'm going to have to have a word with that pony. Spreading those things around about ponies is not cool. Well... It was nice..."
Lyra groggily hopped out of bed, her weighted eyelids urging her to fall back over; last night had completely worn her out. Her eyes half closed, she scanned the room for a clock, finding it in its usual place. The numbers that stared back at her forced her eyes open with a start.
"Twelve-thirty!? Cinnamon Swirl will have my head!"
Her horn glowed and her magical aura enveloped her work uniform. She hurriedly trotted down the stairs, running i
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 4Galactic Federation 2. PlatoonMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I worked my way through the ship's crew quarters walking past the bunks. The area was relatively intact with only slight damage, but that initial impression was marred by a row of bodies under a series of blankets stacked against the far wall. The crash had not been without its casualties
I passed two soldiers even as they carried another body out of an opposing corridor. They stopped for a moment as I walked past them, but none questioned me or tried to stop me. I could only imagine their faces beneath the visor, the fear and sorrow no doubt going through them.
As I entered the corridor they had come from I immediately spotted a female marine tampering with some power cords, this one sporting the stripes of an engineer. However her power suit did not match as it was augmented with a Phazon Enhancement Device clearly visible from the container on her back.
I stopped for a moment wondering about this as PED´s had been rendered useless following
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 3To the Planet´s Surface.Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I ran through the corridors of the ship heading towards the front where I assumed the bridge would be. On my way I encountered only light resistance in the form of a few Pirate militia who were trying to seal of a hatch to slow me down but I quickly blasted my way past them.
The electromagnetic flux in the ship intensified as I moved soon preventing any kind of scanning and use of advanced visors. Even my standard combat visor experienced several distortions and fluctuations from the surging energy and I could only guess at what was happening.
Dashing through a unlocked hatch I found myself on the vessels bridge. Ahead of me on a raised circular platform before a large window I saw two lightly armored Pirates operating a series of control panels.
I opened fire upon them hitting one of them in the side even as it turned around to face me. It remained standing despite this hit, its companion not even reacting as two shots flew close past it. The wounded one
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 1The SignalMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The planet was bright red as I looked at it from inside the cockpit and as I approached the sensors picked up a weak, but constant signal originating from somewhere along the planets equator in an area caught in a massive storm.
Wind and sand battered the ship as I brought it down into the planets lower atmosphere. It was barely possible to see anything out the cockpit due to the storm raging around the ship, but I did not need visual either as the on board computer was more than enough to set the ship down safely. In fact the storm was only a gift as it allowed me to land my ship closer to my target than under normal circumstances.
The moment the ship touched solid ground I rose from the cockpit seat and headed towards the lift in the back of the ship. As I walked towards the lift a simple thought was all I required to activate the materialization process of my Power Suit. The yellow and red armor plates quickly covered my body, the green arm cannon formed around
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 2The Welcome CommitteeMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My ship underway to the coordinates I leaned back in my chair, my suit dematerializing around me revealing the blue zero suit beneath. Like that I took in a deep breath and relaxed.
As I did I thought of the Metroids, the parasitic life form from SR338 that seemed to have dominated my life ever since my first great battle with the Space Pirates upon the planet Zebes. I remembered how the Space Pirates had tried to use the Metroids as a bio-weapon and energy source. I had stopped them then, but it had only been the beginning
Tallon IV, Aether, the entire Phazon Crisis I had fought the Space Pirates, thwarting their experiments to use the Metroids as weapons and energy sources. It had not always been the main goal of my missions, but I had done it in the firm belief that it was better to eradicate the Metroids than to allow them to become a weapon for the Space Pirates. That had been my conviction as I descended to the surface of SR338 to eradicate the Metroid
letter to selfYou grew over shrubsletter to self in Free Verse More Like This
eating quasars like
porcelain under sadness
and requited joy.
today you found
at the back of your
growing inwards into
and into your
you opened your
said some things
meant to be.
Remember him like
a midnight rain.
like the ocean or
tears or the years
in school hallways.
he is your solace
and you know it.
Your coffee friend
at 5 a.m. to
tell you of maple
of cohen and summers
how it happened and
never should have
and you agreed.
under phone calls
laced by pictures overlooking
his strait and yours.
The disappearance of a
friend is only accountable
by the loss of words
You can only hope and wish.
to be angry
is to be
to be sad is
linoleum tiles in the
this is you
when he left.
to be angry
is laughing at rapists
substancesWhen we have grown accustomed to the ways, wesubstances in Free Verse More Like This
dont comprehend depths in linings.
Itching, aching quietly
we find solace in chemicals
Leaving us swaggering halfway to ersatz epiphany
Short gasps of breath;
We bring doom upon ourselves.
And when before, we were clean
And now we are rotten
And when before, we were fit
And now we are weakened
By our own desires,
Paralyzing and numbing us in the most realistic sense.
This is the only way to suppress our feelings of guilt and anguish.
We shed blood
and soon, we are dead.
we blame the society.
6 minutesThere are 6 minutes to tell you6 minutes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how i feel about you
and maybe then i'll know what i really want
but then thoughts of the waves and the grey skies
with thunder ahead
clouded my mind
killing one minute
There are 5 minutes to tell you how i feel about you
and maybe then you'll know what you want
but then you started talking about sad movies
and how one made you cry so much that you couldn't sleep
so you spent the whole night staring
at blank screens
and you asked me whats my favourite,
killing another minute
There are 4 minutes to tell you how i feel about you
and maybe then we'll get what we want
but then, everything was so silent,
silence so deep it seem to slice the air between us
like bullets piercing your hero's chest
in those sad movies you hate
and the silence cut right through the notion,
killing another minute
There are 3 minutes to tell you
how i feel about you
and maybe then we'll live happily ever after,
but then i dreamt of red roses with a card from you,
The GazelleYou twisted your knife inside of meThe Gazelle in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Carved out what was mine
Poured your agony into my soul
Left me retching, gasping for air
You let your words pervade me
used your madness to invade my very being
You killed my joy and glory
Brought only silent numbness
You smothered my spirit
You hijacked my mind
You broke my will
You withered my heart
Black as ink the poison spread
slowly through the veins
that clenched my barely beating heart.
With a cold hard sheet
of diamond dust
I layered the shattered pieces
and bleeding parts
So empty I was
I barely existed.
Never knowing, never thinking
Never questioning and never feeling.
"Don't try. Just do it."
Anger and bitterness
Hostility and prejudice
slowly wrapped their desolate coils round my body
like a serpent's around its prey
I was the gazelle,
Not understanding why,
my body broken, eyes glassy and uncomprehending,
as the venemous gaping mouth
devoured me whole.
I still don't understand.
MemoriesSo one dayMemories in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When the bitterness
The anger fades away
When the loneliness,
the empty void's hard to bear
Will I think of you and how it used to be?
Will the memories unveil in splendid awe?
Will the wretchedness and evil dissipate?
In the end
the memories they are but points of views
Bitter subjects cast in dark through man's bias
So when bitter thoughts and lies are brought to light
Will you change
Your point of view?
Will you learn
to love again?
The memories we have will never fade completely
The times we shared together never dies
They are preserved within our hearts our minds our soul our love our everything
Until the day
we fade away...
Here's Lady- Killer part 1.. I am Kira. And this has' t connection with Death Note. Well, after the fact the story about it I can watch or read. This is just my name. Easy. More precisely, I am Kira Ueda. My story is primarily about misunderstandings, rivalries, stubbornness and losses. The masks whose we wears and these require us to other people. Also, about friendship, love, passions. About my family and not only. Just about my life. And about anime... But let the peace of mind with such serious tone! It will certainly many occasions for you to lauht!- Kira UedaHere's Lady- Killer part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Morning sun penetrated by a thick thatch of sakura's flowers. Theirs flower petals was starting slowly, but zaczynały powoli, ale inevitably fall at countryard at middle school imienia Takashi' ego. It was pity consolation for students for whose school year has started few days ago. Before lesson to class were coming students. Perfect time for starts our story.
If they could, the walls gimnazjum Takashi'ego could say many stori
Kira's PrologPrologKira's Prolog in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sometimes when I was younger I used to help my father at garage when he repaired something. Most of the times it used to be one of our bikes.
"-It's ready"- he said- "The chain have became to loose"
"-It can't be"- I said"- It's made from iron, no gum or something"
"-It looks like it can"
"-Well... When you use a thing it can also broken someday, because it has own limit. Is it enough for answer?"
When I was 8 years old boy, I have been very searching. So I have asked many qeustion. And I have irrittated many people (expecially members of my family), because of that. Yes, I still do it. As I am searching person as I can easy irritate people. You can say the one thing drift the second.
About my Dad- Daisuke Ueda you can say he is one of this boring, kind and calm mens in the middle age. One of thousand people in tie at big company. Average height and weight. He likes wearind at home jacket with checkered pattern. Nothing special. Well, almost. Everyone ca
IdealsUnwilling nonchalance,Ideals in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A dream of summer skies,
Ideals were from moonshine wrought.
The dreamer's skybound eyes,
A mind freedom from sunshine brought.
A sunlight deliverance,
From a clouded sightless atmosphere,
Plasmoid cortex envelops.
The fragile dream elegance,
Launder our hopes with our fear,
A new sight consciousness develops.
Concrete SkiesTen years of oppression,Concrete Skies in Free Verse More Like This
A drought of sorrow.
The halting cries of the steel fence,
The watching eyes of the streetlight circles.
A barbed reminder to stay in place,
Outside my bedroom window.
Vanished birds without a trace,
The soundscape but a cinder,
Floating on the cold steel breeze.
Machine noise echelons,
Of burning light,
And darkness rings to block the sight.
The permafrost cries,
Of a shackled mind.
The wire lies,
Of telegraph roads.
Machinarium in full array,
Our pistons work for a greater good,
Iron control from titanium display,
Our brains work just like we're told they should.
Dissent a sin from foreign climes,
Feeding us full of discordant rhymes.
So we're told by the loudspeaker,
This shining nation's only teacher.
They sing for you,
Of snow and greensong trees,
Your mind a mess,
As they oppress,
The will you thought you had.
But to resist,
Would be a twist,
Of all that's right and true.
You never know what in the dead of the night,
Might be coming for you.
Inner DemonsInner Demons in Free Verse More Like This
Praying for the prey
A saint so blissful
Don't let the old scars awake
A storm of rage comes my way
Idle hands yearn to be unfaithful
Even the heavens won't feel safe
I am my greatest fear
I am my own worst enemy
The glares I give myself are fierce
I barely hold onto this false harmony
My twisted thoughts flicker / The acts of a sinner
The silence of a confessor / A secret held forever
The madness took over / Becoming hell's harbinger
I am the lawless; I am executioner / This is my will; this is my terror
I hated my own reflection
Knowing the truth behind the lie
I destroyed my own protection
I tore down the walls in my mind
The light has darkened
A past so painful
Forcing fury to descend
No more trespasses to repent
I am the child who became spiteful
I have been devoured by my inner demons
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me