What is Love?What is Love?:What is Love? in Free Verse More Like This
What is love but a simple impulse
An electrical signal that comes from the brain.
What is love but a debilitating sickness
It weakens us utterly from the waves of pain.
To what do we owe the pleasure of love
Does it come from a matter of personal taste?
To what do we owe the pain of love
As though all of our efforts are put to waste...
Why do we seek to fall in love
Is it because we fear a death alone?
Or perhaps there is a darker reason
One for which we need to atone...
Rationalise carefully, your reason for love
Perhaps the truth is deeper than you think.
Is your partner a genuine object of affection
Or simply a piece of the missing link?
Love can be a wonderous anchor
It brings us down to the safety of sanity
But abuse it once, and you will suffer
Such is the gift of humanity...
"Yet even with these weighty words, I am still a slave to love..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th April 2012
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
AddictionAddiction:Addiction in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?
Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...
Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.
When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your own denial...
"Hello, hello, how low will you go?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th May 2012
Child PreyChild Prey:Child Prey in Free Verse More Like This
He sat in his corner
Like a cold winter horror
The child that has turned out this way...
As a boy he was painted
By your lies he was tainted
Now in the devil's grip he'll stay...
Though you plead as you might
You've caused your own plight
I'm afraid that you die tonight...
It's a pitiful sight
When things are set right
For only in death can you see this light...
"Now then, move along sir, I've got other souls to welcome to hell..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012
This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:You Lift Me Up in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...
But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance
It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...
Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to return to my home
And when I do; may I take you there?
For it is a wonderous place, of miracles and mercy
Though gripped by those who are blinded by greed
I weep for them, as anyone should
For they have followed the devil's creed
It is sad to know, that they have been corrupted
Sadder still, to be denied a home
Yet the warmth of the hearts that choose to surro
A Pirate Makes a PoemA Pirate Makes a Poem:A Pirate Makes a Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Apparently all it takes
Ta get ye works ta slake
Is a simple scheme o' rhyme
Which takes a minute o' time
Perhaps I'll do the same
It's fair ta play this game
No meanin' in tha words
They just flop around like birds
"Oh this stuff it speaks to me!"
Really is that true?
I'm afraid ye might be daft me thinks
Ye certainly be loose a screw
For if works do not have meanin'
Then they're simply done and dull
I think I'd rather spend me time
Playin' dice in a golden skull
I suppose that what tha people want
Is a simple kind o' style
One that looks as good as ale
But tastes like bricks and bile
"Now then lads, do I get ta be a poet too?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Sick and TiredSick and Tired:Sick and Tired in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sick and tired of trying hard
I'm tired of slaving away.
I'm tired of doing everything
And just living day to day...
I'm tired of being a person
I'm tired of being me.
What happened to the past
Did I lose it out at sea?
I think I'm simply frustrated
These words I cannot string.
Is this the end of my poetry
Or the revival of a king?
"Will I reach the peak, or I will die here in ignominy"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd May 2012
Yogscast ThreeshotsStill BrokenYogscast Threeshots in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't fixed. It had never been fixed, and so it could only mean he was broken. Still broken.
Sips was for the most part, depressed over the resolve. He and Sjin had thought going through the portal had fixed it. The big mustached idiot had even managed to touch him when he punched him!
But no...The portal only gave Sips control over the situation. He was still pretty much dead.
He had foudn that out while mining alone once more, when a skeleton had cornered him. He'd been so terrified that he only took notice of the confusion in the skeleton's dead eyes, when the arrows had passed though him. No wounds, no pain, no blood.
In Tektopia those who died came back from the dead, thanks to the creepy Reaper that owned the land. In Tektopia even the dead could be killed, and revived into well...their current state.
It was very weird and confusing and didn't make much sense, but Sips didn't question it.
As long as his taller friend was safe an
Yogfic - Back to Dino Park - Part 2 The incident in the park had been a few weeks ago. When he'd reached home, Lalna had been exhausted in such a way that he felt he could sleep for a full year.Yogfic - Back to Dino Park - Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
But of course, he just spent a full lazy day in bed, and then went back to work on his projects and went to help with the factory and with what little task someone might have for him.
Normally, he'd prefer to work on his own, but the shock he'd gotten had left him slightly shaken.
He'd taken a look at himself and even done some scans to look for any internal injury.
He was glad to find none.
However, he did feel a bit woozy from time to time and very uncomfortable.
Not only that but he'd lost his appetite and he had a very annoying itch just a little above his hip, on his back.
Ignoring this slightly as just the after affects of being shocked by high voltage, Lalna kept himself busy as possible. Today, he was helping Zoeya switch some old outdated computers with a few new ones that she'd
Tears Sometimes Red finds Cormburskan looking blankly at a computer screen, tears freely running down his flushed cheeks.Tears in Short Stories More Like This
He doesn't know why the insane scientist starts crying. He never asked. He never will.
If Cormburskan wanted him to know, he would have told him already. If he does tell him, then let him take his time. Red does however wrap his arms around the crying man and let the other let out trapped sobs.
He does this because he understands and because he cares. Unlike some people, he really does.
There are times Red finds his friend crying in a different manner. He is smiling and crying at the same time, laughing hysterically and breaking things. Precious things that he himself invented with such care.
Those are the times Red is forced to restrain the scientist and drag him to his bed. From there on he'll pat the older man's shoulder and whisper that everything is ok and that he's there and won't leave him until he feels better.
Those tantrums of sorts t
Yogfic - Withering Away - Part4 It seemed that waking up in such a groggy and confused state seemed eerily familiar to Lalna. The last time it occurred hadn't been pleasant at all...Yogfic - Withering Away - Part4 in Drama More Like This
Shaking his head to try and clear it, the blond looked around. He regretted the shaking after he realized everything was spinning from the abrupt movement.
He'd probably been drugged before or after blacking out by those strange robotic birds, since he felt like he'd just drank about 30 barrels of Black Stuff.
When the dizzy spell went away, the scientist noticed that he wasn't alone. Xephos was beside him, slowly waking up as well.
Giving the confused spaceman a while to fully awaken, the blond looked at their surroundings.
They were in a sterile environment.
Shiny white iron walls and stone brick floor.
Near them was a little creak of water that kept them away from iron bars that seemed to be blocking their way to the exit of the strange room.
A prison perhaps? Maybe a dungeon?
Strange. Normally these types
Fixed Timelines Ridge had merged the timelines and successfully stopped the circle of madness that had gone on and on eternally.Fixed Timelines in Drama More Like This
It had been a great feat...Only it had some side effects...
Everyone retained the memories Ridge had cleansed them of. The horrible memories of what Israphel had done to them...What he'd turn them into.
Lalna remembered. He'd been engaged to Zoeya, they were going to be a family...Until Israphel had come and taken him away.
When he escaped, he'd been bitten by a zombie, which resulted in him turning and eating his dear fiancee alive.
He'd gotten some control soon after and in his grief, walked out into the sun to end himself.
It was sickening and the sense of loneliness intensified as much as is anger did.
He wanted Israphel dead more then anyone.
Sips; Sjin; Lomadia; Nilesy and The Railroad Bros. had died in their home town, turned into sand by Israphel's power.
They had been horrified and obviously displeased.
A Little Game to Pass the Time It was a fairly hot Sunday morning in Tektopia and at the Sipsco. Dirt Factory Compound, things were going fairly slow.A Little Game to Pass the Time in General Fiction More Like This
Neither one of the dirt traders felt motivated to work. The humidity and heat made the air too thick and heavy for their comfort and frankly, who really worked on Sundays anymore?
While Sjin was annoyed, Sips was irritated. He disliked this sort of weather, it made him slightly sweaty and sometimes it felt a bit hard to breath, specially when the humidity made his nose clog up.
Overall, he disliked feeling sticky and sweaty.
"Maybe a dip in the pool would make you feel better?" Sjin suggested.
The vampire shook his head. Not only did he think the pool needed to be expanded it also hadn't been properly cleaned up in ages.
What he could use was a cold drink . Or maybe something warmer.
"Actually I'm a bit thirsty." He said while glancing at his partner in crime.
The other already knew wher
Yogfic - Withering Away - Intro The last time Xephos had felt this bad, was when Red showed his true colors to him. The twisted and hateful side he'd never thought his twin had.Yogfic - Withering Away - Intro in Drama More Like This
That had been a few months ago.
Since then, things had been quite awkward around Honeydew Inc.; Blackrock Stronghold; Sips.Co and Owl Island.
Honeydew gave Lalna a vacation, Notch knows he really needed it to sort things out, while Rythian and Zoeya decided to band up with Ravs; Nilesy and Teep to explore the Nether. It was a perilous adventure, but to the group it would be refreshing after all the hours of pretending they hadn't just died horribly at the hands of two deranged madmen and a psychotic villain.
Lomadia had come to visit more often, Mr.Owl always keeping to her side not wanting her to be kidnapped once more, and the Sips.Co due had gone off to relax at the beach.
Honeydew stayed in his penthouse most of the time.
Everyone seemed to have their own way of cooping with what happened, all but
Yogfic - Withering Away - Part1 Xephos walked down the halls of his blond scientist friend's lab. From the thick layers of dust and the cobwebs, the spaceman could tell the other hadn't been cleaning much. Odd since Lalna liked to keep his castle pristine and presentable.Yogfic - Withering Away - Part1 in Drama More Like This
He would ask about it when he found the blond.
Lalna on the other hand was in his room, trying to find some clean clothing. Instead he found half eaten rotting fruit; dirty dishes, filthy clothing and even some critters.
His room was the perfect depiction of an overturned trashcan.
He didn't think his neat blue eyed alien friend would like to meet him when he smelled as bad as he did; had very greasy and unwashed hair and of course the fact he was wearing little atom pajamas. If he hurried, he could get dressed, put on some deodorant and dunk his head into a bucket of water to get rid of the filth.
No such luck.
His running about and shuffling with objects had attracted Xephos to his bedroom, and now he stoo
Yogpets Challenge - The PlaceYogpets Challenge - The Place in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a few days since Basil had hatched, and you had to admit, he was fairly easy to take care of, if you knew what he needed and what made him happy.
You knew he needed rocks to eat and that your Russian hat made him happy. In fact, he was wearing it more then you did anymore.
He was a sweet little guy and although not very active at times, he did have his moments of hyperactivity, like when he first found the large vases.
The plants had died out and your grandma had asked you to throw them away, they were rotting and attracting all kinds of bugs, and eventually, spiders and geckos.
Even if you weren't against the geckos, your mother and grandma surely were. Besides the idea of it attracting spiders was horrid to you so...
You'd cleared out the plants, and when you'd gone back to dispose of the disgusting looking mud in the vase, you found Basil upside down in the vase, squealing in protest and spilling mud everywhere. He'd been attracted by the gros
Yogpet Challenge - Not the Only One The next morning when you get up, you quickly scoop up the egg and go have breakfast. It's rare for you to start the day like that, since you will always check on your computer first. Today however, you feel slightly off.Yogpet Challenge - Not the Only One in Short Stories More Like This
You have a feeling this egg is important somehow and that you need to get answers. Normally you think better when you're on a full stomach, so yeah, eating would be better then sitting on your butt lazily while strolling through DA and Tumblr.
As soon as you finish your cereal, you say hello to your grandma and sit down in front of the computer. Your cat is asleep on the desk again, but you don't mind. She's adorable.
You log on and quickly begin to search for these strange eggs, but nothing comes up.
You soon realize you're just not looking in the right places, for DA has a lot of surprises for you today.
Many of your friends seem to have gotten an egg as well. Among them are Sigma and Werecat.
Zerere-The-Mummy: You also got one
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
Confessions of a Broken HeartCan you hear me?Confessions of a Broken Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear my screams?
Can you hear my cries?
Can you hear me telling you
I miss you?
I love you?
I care about you?
No, I guess you can't.
You never do.
Love So SweetYou make me laughLove So Sweet in Free Verse More Like This
You make me cry
You make me happy
You make me sad
You make me mad
You make me so many things
but most all...
You make me feel loved
Rose-Coloured GlassesI'm more affectedRose-Coloured Glasses in Free Verse More Like This
than I lead everyone to believe.
If I act like I don't care
I can brush everything off
as if nothing is happening.
I can feel positive.
I can go on with my life
without being reminded of
the horror of it all.
I won't have to face the sympathy
and the pity of others.
I won't have to face it,
But the truth is
I'm tearing myself apart inside.
PerfectDon't listen to anyonePerfect in Free Verse More Like This
Who says change who you are.
If they don't like you
they're not worth it.
I've been there.
Just the way you are.
When I FallSometimesWhen I Fall in Free Verse More Like This
all you have to work with
are the truth and
a handful of lies
Teenage DreamMy mind goes blank around youTeenage Dream in Free Verse More Like This
you make my heart race
my breathing catch
Tell me how I never realized
it was you all along
that cared for me
more than anyone else
You are the one I know
won't let me go.
Broken Yet Holding OnYou just don't get it do you?Broken Yet Holding On in Free Verse More Like This
The fact that I love you is a miracle...
I have next to no faith in males
all they've done is make me feel
horrible about myself.
There's a reason I always hesitate
to say I love you.
I'm afraid I'll mean it.
Overcoming Insecurities"I just don't understand."Overcoming Insecurities in Short Stories More Like This
"I just don't. There's no reason in the world for you to feel the way you do!"
"Why are you yelling at me? I can't control this!"
"You know you can. Now stop this nonsense. It's ridiculous."
"Niki... You're beautiful. How many times will I have to tell you that before you actually believe me?"
"Don't. Yes you are. And the whole undeserving of love thing. If there is one person that I think deserves to be loved more than anyone, it's you. You, Nikita."
"Why should I? I won't stop until you do. C'mon you know you're beautiful. I know you know. And just
because no one else can see just how wonderful you are it shouldn't give you any reason to think you don't deserve to be loved."
"You're not going to leave this alone are you?"
"No. I will tell you this every day until you believe me. I love you and I'm not going to continue letting
you think this.
NothingI miss himNothing in Free Verse More Like This
I miss being held by him
I miss the feeling of safety
I miss the feeling of being loved
the feeling that nothing in the world
could take him away from me.
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn44 Chapter 44Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn44 in Fan Fiction More Like This
" .Chelsea oh god, oh god." Vaughn muttered as he paced in the living room. Dr. Trent had arrived as soon as he heard, he was in the bedroom with Chelsea, Mirabelle and Felicia were in there too, helping with the delivery.
Right now, Vaughn wanted to rush in the room and make sure that Chelsea was ok. The memory of Julia losing her baby was still achingly fresh in his mind.
Elliot, Will, Shea, Julia, Natalie, Pierre, Denny, and the Witch Princess were in there waiting with Vaughn. W.P and Denny were lounging in a corner; Shea and Will were acting awk
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn39 Chapter 39Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn39 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chelsea woke up slowly in her husband's warm embrace. She smiled at his face, his features that so many people write off as harsh and cold. But she knew better, Vaughn loved her, and soon they would be a family, with a baby of their own.
It was still a lot to take in, no one but them knew she was pregnant. Vaughn insisted that they tell everyone together, who knows, Julia might still be moody from losing her child.
Chelsea caressed Vaughn's cheek softly; he stirred, but didn't wake.
Vaughn was still fast asleep; Chelsea gently unwrapped his arms from ar
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn42 Chapter 42Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn42 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kissing Chelsea was pleasant for Vaughn, full of passion and love. The feel of her silky hair falling through his fingers, her sweet scent. It was like some wild fantasy that a guy can only dream of, but for him it was his reality.
Chelsea broke the kiss and looked at him, eyes gleaming with trust and love, "Down cowboy. I'm already pregnant."
Vaughn's lips curled in a smile, "Mmm .I can't help it .I've missed you yesterday."
"I missed you too, but we're going to be late. W.P and Denny invited us to their wedding today."
"(Sigh) Yes, yes&
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn31 Chapter 31Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn31 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ahh! Good morning Hachi!" Chelsea exclaimed cheerfully as she awoke, it was Friday. Hachi barked excitedly and hopped off the bed, wriggling his tiny behind. She grabbed the blue feather wedding ring from the bedside table, after their date, Vaughn had woken up Gannon and told him to make it into a ring for his bride to be.
Gannon had grunted in irritation, but he did a great job. Vaughn had given it to her; he had a copy of it. "Here We'll be married next week Thursday, for now, keep this safe." He had said softly.
She had smiled and kissed him quickly before he hugged
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn50 Chapter 50Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn50 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Chelsea! Akari! I'm home!" Vaughn shouted as he closed the door to his home. Only silence greeted him. Vaughn frowned, "Anyone home?" The house seemed empty and lifeless, quite literally. Hachi, the puppy padded up to him. Hachi wagged his tail before his body started convulsing. Hachi then collapsed on his side, whimpering and very much dying.
Then for some odd reason, Shaft the horse was in the house. The horse looked a thousand years of age, *Whinny *
The horse slowly nodded, his legs gave out and Shaft s
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn40 Chapter 40Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn40 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aww, man why can't we crash the party?" Pierre complained. Vaughn face palmed as he drank his hot chocolate, "Pierre for the last time, IT'S A BABY SHOWER!!!"
All the guys, minus Denny, were sitting in the town bar, the girls were partying it up at their baby shower. No guys allowed, which included boyfriends, husbands, and fiancés. Will scowled, "Damn Lilly." He slammed down his drink with an agitated thud.
Vaughn cocked an eyebrow up, "Trouble in paradise, brat?"
Will turned towards him, Vaughn was surprised to see his eyes ringed in red, and
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn41 Chapter 41Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn41 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ah! I love autumn! The festivals, birthdays, and the smell of crisp fallen leaves." Julia said as she stretched. Chelsea nodded. The two of them were walking in the forest, enjoying the sunshine. Vaughn was at work for the whole day, being Wednesday, he wouldn't come back till tomorrow.
It felt good to spend an afternoon with a friend, though Julia was still getting over the pain of losing her own baby.
They rested by the lake and dipped their feet in the cool water. Julia sighed, "Hey, Chels?"
"Have you noticed how odd Will has bee
Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan1 Chapter 1Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ahh. Time to leave. Bye Ms. Sarah! Gretel called back cheerfully. Some of her friends, fellow orphans waved at her sadly as she got in the cab. She wore her usual clothing ensemble: dark shorts, a flowing blouse covered by a light red sweater, and her hat with the feather. Her blue eyes glinted with excitement.
Ms. Sarah, a woman in her late forties, smiled at her, "Goodbye dear. Have a safe trip."
The taxi began to slowly roll down the driveway, Gretel sighed, "Goodbye I'll miss all of you." She leaned her head against the seat, enjoying the quiet
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn38 Chapter 38Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn38 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Chels? Are you ok?"
"Hmm oh, I'm fine just tired and a little weak." Chelsea laughed. Vaughn was concerned; Chelsea had woken up and looked pale and exhausted. He grunted, "Fine." Chelsea got dressed with Vaughn, it was Sunday, he would only have two more days with his wife before he had to go to work for a whole day.
"I still think your ill "
"You're seriously pale."
"I'll be fine, cowboy."
"You better not collapse on me."
"Ha, as if."
"You sounded like a know it all teenager."
Vaughn placed his hat on his head and
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn37 Chapter 37Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn37 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So, Chels, how do you like married life?" Julia giggled.
Chelsea blushed, "It's great. Vaughn's really gentle and loving."
Julia burst out laughing, "HAHAHAHAHAHA! Vaughn? Gentle? Hahahaha!" Everyone was gathered at the beach for the annual beach festival. Girls were in their suits, guys in their shorts. Lilly and Will walked by, their hands clasped together, smiling in each other's eyes.
Chelsea rolled her eyes, "I'm being serious." Julia snorted, "I know he loves you, but, come on. Gentle? You sure we're talking about Vaughn?"
Fallen Angels - chpt 6New ReligionFallen Angels - chpt 6 in General Fiction More Like This
It was drizzling, cold and wet when the procession once again reached the gates of the city. The citizens of Hell peered from around their window frames. To Andy, everything seemed painted over in an insipid watery grey.
Carolyn was stood patiently watching the passing commanding army from the cover of her shady doorstep. Her fingers and palms were clasped together to her lips. Every now and again, she whispered something into the hollow warmth between each hand. She frowned deeply at the sight of the prison cart. Then she caught sight of Andy trudging beside it, soaked through with rain; eyes hidden under his streaming hair.
"ANDY!!" She screamed in horror.
Andy glanced up sharply and stopped walking. "Carolyn!!" He cried, and tried to make his way towards her. Sharp hands and elbows got in his way. She sprang to the edge of the crowd and reached out a hand. Andy's fingertips just touched hers.
"Andy, what happened?..." She just had time to gasp before being s
Fallen Angels chpt 16Life Becomes a WarFallen Angels chpt 16 in General Fiction More Like This
Jinxx exploded out of the cave mouth in a flurry of black feathers and ash. Andy stared, horrified by the scene before them. The edge of the forest was a toasted wasteland, burned and scorched to within an inch of life. They could see at once that three of the Invasion had been killed. Their bodies were turning to cinders in the still blazing grass.
From behind a smouldering tree trunk, Carolyn crept on her hands and knees, still clutching the thin glass needle. Jake and Ashley had been driven together, and were standing back-to-back against the attackers. Ashley slashed through the air at them with whips of fire that set even more of the land alight.
Andy didn't hear Jinxx mutter, if he had said anything at all. Suddenly he was gone from Andy's side, scrambling up the cave wall and springing headfirst into the middle of the battle. Ashley quickly withdrew the flames as Jinxx skipped and dodged between them
Jake couldn't hide the relief on his face. "Thank goodness!
Fallen Angels - chpt 11The GunslingFallen Angels - chpt 11 in General Fiction More Like This
The next thing he knew, he was looking down to see his feet dangling high above the water, and getting higher and higher every second. Jake laughed as he clutched tighter to him, arms around his neck. The sky was loud with the great beating wings and the wind roaring past and catching in the feathers. The air pounded against his ears like giant bass drums. The heights were dizzying. He scrunched his eyes tight. "Don't drop me!!" He cried. "Don't let me fall!!"
"You're not going to fall, I've got you." Jake assured. "Why don't you take a look?"
Nervously, Andy opened an eye. Below the river had sewn itself through the trees, deep down into the valley. The forest itself was a mottled and rough carpet of green. Tips of fir trees pointed upwards like spires on a gothic castle. At first, Andy felt sick looking down, but after a moment or two, his stomach seemed to settle. He peered below. The huntresses had raced off into the cover of the forest, maybe to rescue their camp whic
Fallen Angels chpt 5The MournerFallen Angels chpt 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Returning to the forest had a strange sensation. It was as though he was waking from a distant dream. The pine trees perfumed the air, and their trunks drew closer together until the distance and the horizon was lost in their darkness. He glanced up to the sky. The clouds had broken to show the first stars, right above his head. Night was growing closer. He paused for a moment with his hand to a tree trunk, and he looked back the way he'd come. The branches had closed back around him. Taking deep breaths, he scanned the small scene. The trees streaked his vision like prison bars.
"I don't like this." He whispered.
She voice was slow to answer this time. "Keep going, Andy. It's not far now. Can't you feel him close?"
Andy waited with baited breath. "...No. I'm tired, ok? We've been walking a whole day already!"
He sighed, and continued to pace between the roots . He went on for another hour before stopping once more. He slumped down amongst the
Fallen Angels chpt 15The MysticFallen Angels chpt 15 in General Fiction More Like This
After drinking the blood of the Black Veil Bride, as it had been called back at the Temple, the sunlight hurt even more. The next morning felt like a knife wound right to the skull. He could barely summon the courage to move from the wooden floor; his limbs felt like iron. The world was in turmoil above. The light was flooding through the windows. It galled him to have to face the day.
"What the Hell happened last night?" He muttered, wrapping his forehead with his hands.
Ashley rolled onto his front; seemingly unaffected by anything the night had brought. He scanned his eyes across the ceiling and pouted his perfect lips in thought. "I don't really remember Must have been fun though!"
"Ah, my Goddess!" Carolyn groaned as she sat up from the floorboards where she'd collapsed hours before. "I haven't done that in years "
Andy furrowed his brow as he tried his best to fight through the smog in his head, back to last night. He could remember Carolyn telling them off,
Part 4 - Was It A Dream?Mithra had walked the whole way with her back arched and her head held high up in the air. She had been marching them into the unknown for hours. It was very tiring; plus the fact that they had not seen what could be called daylight for hours. Mithra had led them down a single path made of black marble tiles. On either side of the path, was a wall of grey mist. It was so thick that nothing could be seen through it. Shannon reached out his hand. The moisture settled on his hand, leaving little droplets like rhinestones on his skin. They looked like they had been walking through the pouring rain. Jared was shivering again.Part 4 - Was It A Dream? in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mithra had been talking for a long time.
So, youre from Mars, then?
No. Jared answered. America.
Mithra wrinkled her nose in concentration. A-merry-car... She sounded. Nope. Never heard of that planet before.
Jared slapped his hand on his forehead. Its not a planet. Shannon
Fallen Angels - chpt 1Fallen Angels - chpt 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The Mortician's Daughter
The city was drifting to sleep in the twilight. Street lights went out one by one, cloaking the mountain slowly into darkness. The landscape around disappeared from view. The mountains faded and came one with the sky. Heaven and its aristocrats lay silent. The faint strains of a gramophone floated on the breeze to soothe the stars. Even the Temple was preparing for the night. The candles and incense of the daily rituals were being cleared away and the floors swept, ready for tomorrow. All priests were on hand to help, all except for one figure who sat in the corner of a grand marble windowsill.
His knees were folded up against his body, and he was staring out over the rooftops and chimneys to the sky. His crystal blue eyes were steady. He only stirred when his ears caught the sound of another violent raid below the line of Heaven, and somewhere in the gloom of Hell. There was screaming. His covered his ears with his slender hands and tried to blot it out. The b
Fallen Angels - chpt 12Born into the NightFallen Angels - chpt 12 in General Fiction More Like This
The Mortician's Office was a dreamy landscape. The chair and desk were twisted into the floor. Andy couldn't find Carolyn anywhere, although when he caught his reflection in a broken mirror, he was wearing her hat. And a strange shiny waistcoat with tiny silver rivets around the edge. He was stood staring when there was a violent knock at the door. He staggered over and opened it a tiny fraction. Sammi was standing on the opposite side with her friends Rex and Ronnie. Andy frowned for a minute. He was sure he could remember the twins once trying to set his hair alight; a scar that still smarted even today.
"What?" He asked impertinently.
"It's burning!" Sammi said, shoving the door open.
Together the four of them climbed up onto the roof of the creaking house. The city of Hell was a junkyard of burning objects. Walls had tumbled. Metal was melting in the street.
"What do we do?" Sammi asked. Andy couldn't speak. "Well?" She urged. "What do we do? Andy?... Andy?..."
Fallen Angels - chpt 14The World Belongs To...Fallen Angels - chpt 14 in General Fiction More Like This
"I HATE being up so early!" Ashley spat the next morning. "Bloody sun just doesn't give in, does it?"
"Never mind that let's move out!" Jake interrupted.
"Fine." Carolyn hissed, arms folded. The doctor's bag balanced around her wrist. She had returned from her stropping before the boys had woken up. She looked tired; there were darkening purple bruises under her eyes and a permanent storm cloud above her head. "But this time, I'M going with JAKE."
"Awww now that's not fair!" Ashley gave a playful pout. "We were just starting to get along soooo well!"
Carolyn snorted. "Hardly!" She clicked her fingers. "Jake, pick me up now, please."
"Try not to drop her, will you?" Ashley replied venomously as Jake lifted her off her feet. "I need some entertainment!" She poked her tongue out at him rudely before Jake flew off. Ashley was disgusted and looked to Andy for help, but he only smiled and shrugged. "Honestly, where did you find her??! Are all the Outcasts like
Fallen Angels - chpt 2Brave the StormFallen Angels - chpt 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Those who were the Outcasts weren't buried within the city walls. Heaven had its own preserved graveyards, and several other anointed sites on the hills around, but those weren't for the thousands living in Hell. They were buried on the marshy flat lands in the valley outside the city. There was a river that ran through the ground and split the city in two. On its banks, graves grew every day. The funeral procession halted beneath a long dead tree with knotted roots. Family members sobbed as a single grave was lowered into the closeness of the Earth. Carolyn stood just behind an iron cross, reading aloud from a little black book. Andy stood at her side, his hands crossed in front of him and twirling a rose between his fingers.
"...Ashes to ashes..." Carolyn chanted as she threw the first handful of soil down, "...Dust to dust..." She snapped shut the little book and let the mourners come to the cross and make offerings. Andy dropped in the rose. Carolyn's sealed lips tw
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
CocoonsI used to bathe in PVACocoons in Free Verse More Like This
to hold myself together,
the striptease of confession,
forging a synthetic skin
to let people under, tear
a piece and frame it
like a rubbing of a leaf
lock it in a locket,
gild your open heart.
One childish summer, I
stood on a street corner
with a friend, de-winged
ants knee deep, picking at her
sunburnt shoulders, peeling
her away, leaves to the wind
like a flowerbud
or christmas present,
trying to find her
halfway between shoulder
blades and tissue paper
skin, volant as powder down.
Some precious things
are best left veiled.
Cold shoulders.Like snow encroaching quietlyCold shoulders. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon a flowerbed
These drifting cold thoughts fly at me
And fill my aching head
Notions icy oh so nicely
Pile up fast and thick
'Til all is dank and cold and blank
The blizzard leaves me sick
No anger, sad, amused or glad
The landscape empty white
The flowers dead inside my head
Trapped deep- no warmth or light
Without bright hope this slippery slope
Leads swiftly from the grey
Of winter gloom to catacombs
Of thoughts that most would pray
To never think, to dreams and drink
False warmth I'd die to find
Escapism, when one's imprisoned
Securely in one's mind
Until clouds part inside my heart
For one ray of sunshine
That never lasts, it's overcast
Again by evening time
I know full well this wintry hell
Is all inside my head
Yet still my blooms remain entombed
The buds asleep or dead
Though underground, could still be found
And once again might grow
If spring would break, then in its wake
I let my petals show
(For someone precious)If the amount(For someone precious) in Free Verse More Like This
hair I tore
out sitting in
the nurse's office
if you would be
alright, a Rapunzel
rosary of split ends
and peroxide ambiguity,
a mound of
salt next to you)
was worth its weight
I would try
to buy you
a brand new heart,
one that glistened
to guide you
heaven is a hive mindHeaven is a hive mindheaven is a hive mind in Free Verse More Like This
I crack myself open,
The nectar seeps
(We are weeping),
All the words
I couldn't make you feel
Pooled in the back of my skull
Like so much saltwater,
A drop in the ocean, I fall
To my knees, carpet-burnt, stinging
Like our swollen eyes, honey-combed,
Opening as one
To clarity, liquid gold
Determined to fly, misshapen as we are
Here I am queen,
Free, from beeswax, my cell
We eat only honey,
We kiss only flowers
Dead SeaI hate everything;Dead Sea in Free Verse More Like This
“Perception is necessarily a reflection of the self”.
Demons are wounds, hidden
Like fossils in human flesh.
Some fester and weep,
Screaming to the touch;
Like lips, the end
Of an unresolved argument,
Slammed doors, grand finale;
A nail polish bottle cemented shut
By its own contents.
Scar tissue patterns
Locked inside the beachy pebble of my body
Tell tales on me,
Of what I am, who I have been.
Crack me open and the dead rise up
Like steam, a cloud of dust.
My insides turn
To rust from submergence.
My once-smooth figure, now
So jagged, cuts like arrowheads.
The curled up scroll
Of an ammonite
Unfurls its whorls
And I emerge from shells,
Writ in stone.
Grains of sand.
I trace my name and wait
As waves sashay, kiss
My history, and roll it into bed.
I skip across swells, a lady
Christ, and I drop deep.
The wounds are salted,
And shame recedes
Towards the moon.
popping sugar cubespour the milk methodically,popping sugar cubes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
untie all my balloons
in bunches periodically,
and bring me silver spoons
for when i'm free to mix my tea
with sugar (just a sprinkling)--
on that same day they all will say
they didn't have an inkling
that for my latex splendour
i had quietly been deflating,
my sugar swapped with splenda,
i had anxiously been waiting
to burst, to pop, for time to stop
my insides pouring out,
an empty cup. or be filled up
with helium throughout--
to be released and find my peace
amidst the clouds and bubbles,
taking flight and, out of sight,
forgetting all my troubles.
hide depression, good impression,
pretend i'm hale and hearty.
i'm still confined by weights of mind,
a highly strung tea party.
girl on fireigirl on fire in Free Verse More Like This
My girlchild mind, soft and dry
Kindling for phobias,
Flames, putting me out of
My head, eaten alive
Behind water eyes, sick
Fairy lights, Christmas trees
Dying in my sleep
I hid in wardrobes, ran away from
Birthday candles, smoke and
Mirrors, glitter hairspray
My princess tresses, uncut
Straw gold, penance
Lank and limp tinder
Hell flames, Father
I have sinned but
I don't know what that means, yet
Still I suffered, all air and water
"Daughter found in armoire"
Children, educational videos
Second degree scarring
Me? Now I hold lighters
To my palms, make moulds
Of my sun line, heart line
In candle wax, fingerprints
High-spirited, ashen faced
I covet cigarettes, drinking
Molotov cocktails, threw
My homework onto the bonfire
Sat too close, my tears all smoke
Red-faced pyrophobe, facing
My fears like the sun, my skin
A poppy field,
Sunblushed and charcoal-eyed
Tea party welts on my wrists
To warm my heart, cheap nightd
love and caringi can’t even keep a cactus alivelove and caring in Free Verse More Like This
i forget to feed the fish
my sims, playing god,
kept in bowls
floating squarely upside down
i bet if i kept the cold
virus inside a petri dish
in my dirty room, it would die
as well as any pet,
as sticks and stones
collected as a child, coloured in
snapped or shattered, inevitably lost
in nine months’ time
i will be
one hundred percent loaded
a poorly dressed specimen
of adult human life
imaginal stage, caged
bug eyed girl
growing moths, cultivating mould
far too scared to be so old
still packed in with cotton wool
all bundled up inside myself
walking on eggshells
wings wrapped around my head
a feather bed, an endless humming
to block out every bump
in the night
my body is a cephalopod, sucker
attaching to every
rock or hard place, petrified
of the space between myself and
love and caring
needing a taste of everything
that looks safe to ingest
my restless limbs
can neither hold you nor let you go
whereas my cactus heart
fallen bodyToo young, they criedfallen body in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A bride to be
Or not to be, that is the answer
Found cradled in a limousine
American dreamer, blonde haired, blue eyed
Manhattan glamour suicide
Pretty dead girls live forever
Especially when snapped by clever
Men who hang her
(by her neck right there, a blemish!
how delightful, how perfect was she !)
On the wall, a masterpiece
Of modern art
Mad girl marionette
A final, mournful act of pride
Nevermore the perfect wife
Endeavouring to take her life
To spin her into fairy tale
And, mermaid-like, to bear her up
On melancholy pedestals
Adorned with garlands, wreaths, petals
No more to lose than reputation
Fantasy lives, book whore
How could you let them go?
Everybody has their price.
And hers is read aloud
At a hundred decibels
(wedding bells, funeral bells)
From the top of the empire state building