I Am Strongthe time I have isI Am Strong in Free Verse More Like This
everything that spins around me
isn't what I feel at
all the time I have this feeling
you are gone like snow in velvet
storms will come and storms will
go away from me because the pain is much too
hard as ice and sweet as
nothing else will ever matter if I break
this heart of mine you came to
bleed and bleed until the world isn't what it said it would
become your destiny
I'm done with misery
FriendFriend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm always struck whene'er I see
Someone who looks and sounds like me
Who has a simple form and face
And makes up for her faults with grace
Who knows that people lose control
Yet never judges any soul
I often wonder if she sees
Or if this someone looks past me
I'm always torn whene'er I touch
A battered heart that's felt too much
My hand meets theirs, because I know
That pain like this will come and go
I always wonder if I'll cry
Much more than her, or she than I
Or if we'll weep in equal peace
And pray that one will find release
I'm always blessed whene'er I find
Someone with a familiar mind
Who laughs when good things come along
But doesn't blame me if I'm wrong
Who never judges any soul
Because, like me, she's lost control
You will not want your life to end
When you find her... your dearest Friend
The AbuserThe Abuser in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i'm casting off all my
bluesy, blowsy layers
untangling the threads of
what shouldn't have stayed
stitching the best bits back
forever and again
i shall be the one you want
(this is heaven, i think
i wouldn't know
but he says it is, so...)
i am designed to please
once i get past what i was
created, now, to be
you need a towering paragon
of strength, of love, of virtue
i can give all that and more
for you won't take the other
you won't take my other self
(you taste like diamonds
darling of mine
sharp and beautiful)
bring me back again, please?
when you told me everything
the truth in harsh colors
that i wasn't good enough
but could be SO much better
i drank in your insults
the salt of your verbs
(i have never been right
no, never before
so he must be)
i'm ready now, for all that
you said could be mine
we give and we take
(you take and i give, give
i am not
Selling OutSelling Out in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So she stretched out, deep on a bed of rose
And the waves rolled in, as the story goes
As the story goes, so she pulled my hand
And I died, mesmerized, on a heart of sand
When I died, my thoughts seemed to reek of blood
Like her red, red lips and the strength of Love
With such strength, I laughed into hands of gold
But my life was too short, and the tale was told
So they welcomed me, in a land so black
All the roses clung to a frosty plaque
Where the words she taught were by far the worst
“Die with me, little love, and I’ll be your Curse.”
“I will be your Curse in the light of day
When the dead of centuries leave their play
I will be your mouth and I’ll be your brain
Possessed by the grace that drives men insane
I will laugh, my love! I will seethe and writhe!
I have bought my soul for your sake, your life!”
So she sang and danced, such an ugly thing
‘Til the bells of hell seemed to chime and ring
And she stretched out, lost in a bed of coal
SpiderwebsSpiderwebs in Free Verse More Like This
and oh, it feels delicious
to bleed a little more, to
die a little harder
while the game is going strong
(and hopefully i'm smarter
than i was before
i've never screamed that
and oh, the pain is real
when the lines design my skin
in a spiderweb of mem'ries, and
the hurt crawls softly in, 'til
i can't tell that i'm breaking
(you fly, and i fly with you, but
not really, love)
it feels good
i hate that it feels good
"good" is overrated, as if the
word itself were depressed and
crying out for other synonyms to
make it stronger than it really is
but i can't think of any
i can't think of any now
("how are you?" "good...")
it feels bad, actually
oh, i know i've been lying to you
i've been lying so fast i
gagged on my own words
but i feel really, really, really
really, really frickin' bad inside
i know the speed of light
(299,792,458 metres per second)
what's the speed of darkness?
oh, it feels delicious
(i won't even finish this verse
i have more important things to
do, in my sol
DarklingYou taste of demon tongue, mon cherDarkling in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With iridescent points
That seek to seize and flatten out
These stiff and heavy joints
You laugh like lightning as it’s born
Your lips are heartless red
I twist and tease, but pretty please
Come sleep inside my bed
You fall apart like earth, dark thing
When crying, I implore
Your hands to cease their miseries
And give me pain no more
“It’s not a game,” you laugh, but I
Am dying to condemn
Your heart to hell, for hellish minds
Don’t seek for heaven, then!
Her EntiretyHer Entirety in Free Verse More Like This
Prince of whispers, this is a
Dream for me
And being mortal, I do not
Dream like you
Caught in your celestial silence
While the licorice night unwinds
Soft, sensuous, willing
I press those rosy lips
In hopes they will kiss back
Sacred prince, I have been
Wandering for a long time
Looking for nothing
Watching for no one
I have kidnapped a host of
Weary, stupid thoughts
Not worth your notice
But oh, he did hear
And my heart wept
You became that something
You became that someone
And the tears shivered from our eyes
Though yours could not weep
Prince of darkness, this is a
Confession, a penance
Being mortal, I have
Sinned too much to care
But I find myself caring now
Wandering, drunken, through starlight
Trailing my thoughts
Sick and remorseful
In a blind search
For you, princeling, are my darkness
You, shining sovereign, are my silence
And I never tasted a whisper
With greater pleasure
Than the night you reared in melody
And saw past this broken he
A Matter of the HeartA Matter of the Heart in Free Verse More Like This
How do you heal a heart
When it comes to you?
Do you wrap it in cellophane?
Tightly, so the hurtful words
Never seep inside?
There is no shelf-life on a heart
No timer or date you can set it by
Do you pack it in ice?
Cloak it in the tiny crystals
Until, cold and blue, it hardens from pain?
Or do you weep over it quietly?
Letting your tears form the coating
Letting your words drown the suffering
How do you bear the pain, I wonder?
If your heart is chained, as well
Sick with your own troubles, your own grief
How do you heal another?
Or do you burden yours further?
How do you heal a heart
When it comes to you?
How do you wipe the blood
From a troubled soul?
AnswerAnswer in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There are things that no one told me
There are words that no one said
There are feelings deep inside of me
That only I have read
I am blind and oh, so foolish
And this pain infects my heart
But outside, my smile is pretty pink
And my eyes are full of stars
Do you have an answer for me?
Or should I keep walking?
Should I stop and remind you
Of the hurt, or should I keep talking?
Do you have an answer
For the questions of a child?
She's crying from all
The scary shadows on the wall
You showed her
I want an answer
In a world that's built on hatred
In a sky that's dark with fear
There are things that no one listens to
There are hands still wet with tears
I am weak and oh, why can't I
Make a change, as heroes do?
Does the reason go back into time?
Does the reason lie with you?
I want to know the truth
Do you have an answer for me?
Or should I keep walking?
Should I stop and remind you
Of the hurt, or should I keep talking?
Do you have an answer
For the questions of a child?
With Ev'ry BreathWith ev'ry breath you gave awayWith Ev'ry Breath in Free Verse More Like This
I bit deeper into my heart
A stranglehold of Winter was to blame
Forgetting I hadn't the strength
To sing frozen lullabies
And put myself to sleep
With ev'ry breath, you shivered more
'Til I wanted to scream your name
A catheter held you to earth
Doodles on my hand kept me intact
And the snow built up around you
Turning your smiles blue
With ev'ry breath, I used your name
'Til my lips bled, little one
And, drowning in your tiny mem'ries,
I remembered each Winter of your life
... But you aren't cold anymore
My kisses have kept you warm
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
How to make yakitori chickenHow to make yakitori chicken in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2 chicken breasts, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
1 negi, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
Bamboo skewers (soaked in water to prevent burning)
For tare sauce (makes about 1/2 cup):
5 Tbsp soy sauce
5 Tbsp mirin
3 Tbsp sake
1 1/2 - 2 Tbsp of sugar *adjust the amount to your preference
A slice of ginger (optional)
Mix sugar, sake, mirin, and soy sauce in a sauce pan and stir well.
Put a slice of fresh ginger, if preferred.
Bring to a boil on high heat and turn down the heat to low and simmer until slightly thickened.
Stop the heat and set aside.
Thread chicken and negi on skewers alternatively.
Grill the skewered chicken and negi over hot coals until the surface of chicken turns white.
Brush the skewered chicken and negi with the sauce.
Grill until cooked through, brushing the sauce a couple of times.
WRONG!Sherlock walked briskly through the London night. He realized that his great coat was open and the chilly air was blowing in. He pulled up his collar, buttoned up and searched his deep pockets for his warm gloves. He'd forgot his scarf. Ahh, typical, he didn't like the cold on his neck.WRONG! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What an idiot he was, walking in circles around the perimeters of the flat, leaving John because of his over inflated ego. John was right. He wasn't always right, but he was right this time. Sherlock hated to be wrong. Well, hate was the wrong word, despised made a better attempt.
Okay, he owed John an apology. He'd been a git. Famously. Sherlock sighed, dreading his commitment to that particular dialog. Maybe he could provide an apologetic gift; one that would not require a verbal accompaniment? What do you give a man of very stodgy tastes? He cleaned up well enough when it suited him, but most of the time his idea of style was at least 12 degrees below Sherlock's standards. Being a military man and a
The dreams in which I'm dyingOne shotThe dreams in which I'm dying in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Are the best I've ever had
(from Mad World by Gary Jules)
That first evening with Sherlock after 'The Study in Pink' case; John walked around the darkened rooms, peeking into Sherlock's open bedroom door. It took a while for the consulting detective to motor down after the death of the serial killer cabbie. Now he was sleeping, peacefully; a jumble of long limbs thrown carelessly upon the bed. It was good to see Sherlock finally at peace. He slept in the all-together, John smiled at that.
[What a quirky young man,] John thought, [brilliant, but eccentric as they come. Would life always be like this living in the wake of a genius like Sherlock Holmes?]
John had killed the cabbie that night, but to protect Sherlock, he would have gladly killed him every night for the rest of his life. Sherlock was alive, so vibrant, a magnet of personality. His genius had a price though; he needed training in the art of human relationships, in his 'timing'. Oh and there wa
What is love, John?One ShotWhat is love, John? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John had a subdued fierceness about him. He carried himself well and was not above speaking his mind. Sherlock liked that about him. The more time he spent with the short, brave, outspoken man, the more comfortable he became. Sherlock wasn't comfortable with many people at all. Mrs. Hudson. Yeah, that was it, well maybe a bit of Lestrade.
The first time John Watson had walked through that door at Bart's, Sherlock had felt a tinge of something. Strange that. He never felt at all. He'd walled off feelings, built the barricades tall and strong against those pesky problematic emotion things. But there it had been, a sensation that he'd never felt before.
He'd seen the psychosomatic limp and immediately his mind worked to solve the problem. That was what his mind did, all the time. Solve the problem; whether it was a serial killer or a psychosomatic limp. So inside his 'study in pink' case he'd placed his solution for John's limp. Redirection, he'd redirected
Molly's rewardAfter the Reichenback FallMolly's reward in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Molly," Sherlock began, "without your assistance I would be dead now. I wanted to thank you, but more than that I wanted to let you know that I am in your debt. Please, if there is anything I can do for you. Anything at all, I will pay that debt as you desire."
Molly looked into his eyes, then embarrassed, looked down to her hands in her lap.
"Don't be shy, Molly." Sherlock encouraged her. "I won't bite unless you want me to." He smiled at her and not in a manipulative way; she could tell when he was doing that.
She'd seen Sherlock manipulate people. He could be more charming than anyone she knew. He could give fake smiles and fake tears. He could twist anyone and his dog around his little finger. That was just the way Sherlock was. He got what he wanted with a carrot or a very large stick.
"Well, you don't have to come up with something right this minute," he said.
Sherlock lifted her hand with his; touching his fair lips to the back of that
AloneJohn had the flat to himself. Sherlock had been called to the station and left his injured John at home. He'd sprained his ankle from a slip and fall. It wasn't a bad sprain. He was using his old cane, but it did make getting around a bit painful. Sherlock was being a complete mother hen. So it was nice to be alone, quiet and unfettered by Sherlock's constant attentions. With Sherlock it was feast or famine. That's the way it was with the worlds only consulting detective, John had to get his quiet when he could.Alone in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd finished his latest blog entry. Rubbing his tried eyes, thinking about what needed his attention next.
"Well, I don't think there is anything really urgent right now." John said sleepily. He was sitting on the couch, so he just set his notebook on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. Elevating his dodgy leg he decided a nap was a good use of his time.
He slept, longer than he had thought. For when he woke the sun had set outside. He sat up and reached to turn a lamp
Man on FireSherlock arrived at the scene of the house fire just in time to see John enter the erupting inferno.Man on Fire in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"John, NO!" he'd screamed unheard above the cacophony of emergency vehicles and the roar of the fatal fire. "There's no one in there!"
Sherlock charged towards the flames, only to be held back by the arriving fire fighters.
"You can't go in there, Sir" the fire fighter advised him, "it's gone beyond "
Sherlock didn't let him finish, pushing through, he ran head-long into the fire to search for John.
Inside, roiling black smoke and incredible heat kept Sherlock on the floor, crawling on his belly.
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted repeatedly. "John, come toward the sound of my voice."
Sherlock couldn't see, so he closed his eyes and sharpened his hearing. His brain sorted through the incoming data and deleted anything not pertinent to his search.
He heard the tiny rasp of voice against the wall of sound that engulfed him. He moved toward it as fast as the fire would let him.
Beware the MouseThe explosion hadn't happened in the Morgue, but it was close enough. Some of the supporting walls were damaged and there was fallen rubble everywhere. Sherlock lay unconscious with Molly on top of him. She'd pushed him away from the collapsing wall that had nearly fallen in on them both.Beware the Mouse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly came to and peered in the dust filled air. Lifting herself off Sherlock she began to examine him. He didn't have any outward signs of severe injury. There was bruising on the left side of his face.
"Sherlock?' She touched him gently. "Sherlock, can you hear me?" He gave no response to verbal or physical stimulation.
They were inside the morgue itself. She would have to drag him out into the hall and away from whatever had happened. This was no accident the Spider had told Sherlock that he would kill him where ever and whenever he could. Moriarty was after Sherlock she had to get him away from the threat of further injury and the certainty of Moriarty.
Molly searched Sherlock's great coat, there
I'm Not Okay (How Sherlock faked it)Molly and SherlockI'm Not Okay (How Sherlock faked it) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly had never seen Sherlock like this. He looked fragile.
"If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am? Would you still what to help me?" Sherlock said his face no longer a mask, but a transparency filled with self doubt, hurt and fear.
"What do you need?" Molly had asked with certainty.
"You." Sherlock had answered. Never in his life had he ever needed to ask for help.
She had been the first to notice that Sherlock was sad when John wasn't looking. She knew what that meant. She knew that something was very wrong, something fatally wrong and when Sherlock had turned to her for help; she'd become what she had always been, someone Sherlock could count on and trust with his life.
Now as they wheeled Sherlock into the morgue, she helped her aides lift him onto her table. She checked his vitals and moved to a nearby tray. There a syringe waits filled with antidote for the drug that Sherlock had swallowed after the fall. Molly
Wounded in ActionCaptain John WatsonWounded in Action in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Captain Watson was out visiting a school for girls in Afghanistan; one of several that where opening in small pools of relative peacefulness. His interpreter, a local whom everyone called Bob, was invaluable and constantly at his side as he talked to the new teacher and her charges. The young girls were shy and withdrawn, but when he brought forth back packs with school supplies they become much more excited and bright eyed.
"Please tell her that this is everything she requested from our last visit and does she have another list for me now?" Bob was genuinely gladdened by the British Captains generosity to the young girls who would normally have no education offered to them at all. Change was good. He conveyed the message and the young teacher brought forth another list.
Everyone was smiles and laughter; everyone crowded around Watson as he opened bags full of pencils, paper, erases and crayons, minor items that meant the world to these tiny souls
Sometime Ago I fell, JohnOne shotSometime Ago I fell, John in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock didn't know if he'd survive the fall. His plans had been drawn up and implemented in such a short amount of time; there was always the possibility of unforeseen errors. He had to trust to his homeless network to distract John and to back up the most relevant parts of his plot. He had to trust Molly to failsafe his deception; so much depended on trusting so many.
He remembered his tears upon the roof. Telling John he was a fraud, begging him to believe the lie, asking him to not only believe, but to spread the lie. Those tears had been real. In his life he had manipulated all those around him easily with little or no effort. Sherlock had ever been the consummate actor. His performances Golden Globe material, but those tears had come from his newly discovered heart. Those tears had seared that heart, because he knew inside that John would never accept his words; never believe the unbelievable.
Now the hard work began. The deception had to b
WishDon't you ever wish,Wish in Free Verse More Like This
that hate wasn't a word?
That people could love each other,
in this human world?
With no violence,
Don't you wish,
that we could just be one?
and we want to get along.
Just a question,
how are we bad?
How is loving our gender,
make us a 'fag'?
The words that you say,
hurt us so,
but haven't you noticed,
We never stoop so low?
We let you say,
what you want to say.
Even though the hurt of the words,
won't ever go away.
Don't you wish,
that we could smile?
A smile of pure joy?
And smile for a while?
Don't you wish,
you could dream?
Without having a nightmare?
then waking up crying?
That's what I wish for.
I want to be myself,
without being scared to death,
of every one else.
I love to dream of that,
but too bad it's just a dream.
Sometimes I wonder...
Why can't it be happening?
Sickness....?They say it's a sickness,Sickness....? in Free Verse More Like This
and that it needs a cure,
they say it's from the Devil,
and it's all over the world.
People say it's bad,
that we're going to Hell,
People say it's unhealthy,
So that makes us un-well?
If they made a 'cure',
for this 'sickness' we have,
I wouldn't take it,
I'll let it pass.
If they forced me down,
and tied me up,
I'll still be me,
no matter what.
I like this 'sickness'
I really do,
I say it's normal,
why don't you?
Don't you know,
that love is love,
no matter the gender,
no matter what?
It's against God,
how do you know?
Maybe it's okay,
Just let it go!
I'm proud of my sickness,
no matter what you say,
tell me this or that,
it's not going away!
So let us all be ourselves,
just let us be free,
you say you know everything,
but you don't know me.
I Hate MyselfI don't like my body,I Hate Myself in Free Verse More Like This
I think it's too fat.
So I painted over my pale skin,
now it's beautiful black.
I hate my hair,
so I cut it all off.
I look in the mirror,
and call myself a jerk.
I poured dye into my eyes,
and tried to cover the blue.
I don't want my body,
I want to be like you.
I hate my voice,
so I refuse to speak.
I hate my muscles,
so I act so weak.
My mouth is so small,
I stitched it shut.
I hate my heart,
so I don't love.
People say I'm changing,
they don't understand.
I don't need help,
I don't need a hand.
I'm perfectly fine!
I'm just like everyone else!
The only difference is,
I hate myself.
My Own NightmareYou love to break me,My Own Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
you love to make me scream.
Because you are my nightmare,
but also my dream.
Your eyes a deep blue,
they pull me right in.
I beg God for mercy,
while I commit this sin.
Nightmare, my nightmare,
you are my fear.
But I can't survive,
if you aren't here.
I go to sleep early,
just to hear your hisses.
And I refuse to wake up,
just to feel your kisses.
But sadly you make me wake,
you say that you're in pain.
You say that you hate playing me,
just like a video game.
But I don't mind it from you,
your abuse is worth it.
That's why I take every punch,
every single hit.
You are my favorite dream,
even though you're a nightmare.
But when I saw that you were myself,
I just stopped and stared.
I'm not crazy...?They say that I'm crazy,I'm not crazy...? in Free Verse More Like This
but they are so wrong.
They flinch and they gasp,
while I sing my song.
where are you now?
I feel like screaming,
but the scream won't come out."
They called me crazy,
so they locked me in a cell.
The only friend I had in there,
was the King of all Hell.
He said I wasn't crazy,
that I was just dangerous.
He said that they are different,
and that they are jealous.
My father called me crazy,
so he tied me to the bed.
But only if he knew about....
The voices in my head.
Suicide LetterAs I sit here with this razorSuicide Letter in Free Verse More Like This
I shiver as I start to write.
Maybe if I swallow the razor,
I will see the light.
Mommy I love you.
But you want me dead.
I wanted your love,
but you wanted my head.
Tonight you are out,
out with your friends.
I wonder if you would come back,
if I told you this is the end.
I write these words slowly,
each letter becoming neat.
But the ink is dripping away,
As I start to weep.
To all my friends that loved me.
I'm sorry that I have to go.
But there are so many things in my life,
that you just don't know.
So in this suicide letter,
The last word will be good bye.
But why is it that I'm smiling,
when I know I'm going to die?
Dear LifeDear mother,Dear Life in Free Verse More Like This
That'll never be like my brother,
I'm sorry I won't have kids,
and you won't be a grandmother.
I'm so sad.
I can't make you proud of me,
I can't make you smile,
how could this be?
I never knew you.
But if I did,
would I also be crying for you too?
Why did you leave?
You left my mother crying,
Can you tell me why?
I don't like football,
I can't play with you,
and catch the ball,
like a real little brother would do.
you hate me,
I get that now,
maybe life would be better,
if I wasn't around.
Don't you see...
It's not them you hate,
I'm sorry my world,
I'm sorry my family,
I'm sorry myself.
Maybe life would be better,
If I was someone else.
get my grave ready,
I'm loading up the gun,
but I'm not ready,
to actually be gone.
hear me beg for life,
hear me scream for love,
hear me beg for the person,
that is watching from above.
Hear me c
Just One PillThe pills that lay before me,Just One Pill in Free Verse More Like This
start to turn dark red,
they start to tremble in my hand,
with these I will be dead.
The pills touch my tongue,
And I pick the glass up,
I drink a little water,
and keep my mouth shut.
One little pill is in my palm,
this one I forgot to take,
so what? It's just one pill,
the others will still make me break.
Slowly my vision blurs,
and my heart skips a beat,
I try to stand up and walk,
but I fall right off my feet.
My mother screams as she calls 911,
afraid that I'm already dead,
I see her crying brown eyes,
inside of my dying head.
I wake up in the hospital,
with wires here and there,
I see people crying,
too bad they don't really care.
The doctor walks in with a smile,
he took my hand and said,
"If you took one more pill..."
Let me guess...I would be dead?
Stupid pill on my palm,
why did I not take you?
I think about my Friend and Family,
but still I don't have a clue.
Little pill in the trash,
I blame myself for this,
Maybe I didn't take you,
MommyMommy I'm so scared,Mommy in Free Verse More Like This
but you say I'm being so dumb.
Mommy I'm so scared,
but I know I lost your love.
Mommy please don't leave me!
Mommy wait! I'm still confused!
I don't care that you hurt me!
I'll live through your abuse!
Mommy! Mommy! Wait!
Where are you? I'm scared!
I won't pay attention to them,
when they say you never cared!
These men say you gave me up,
But mommy, I know it's a lie!
You were always there when I smiled,
and when I cried!
Mommy....where are you?
You left without a word....
You left me here to die inside....
you left me here to hurt....
My Soul to TakeMy Soul to Take in Free Verse More Like This
My soul to take.
It is yours.
I've unlocked my windows,
and opened up my door.
My soul to take,
take it now,
my life would be easier,
if it wasn't bringing me down.
Take my soul,
I beg you please,
I'll get on my hands,
and on my knees.
"I summon thy reaper,
I summon thy pain,
take my soul away,
and leave me with shame."
My soul to take.
I shall repeat,
take it now,
leave me weak.
"Thy reaper,Thy reaper,
I open my heart to you.
Take away my soul,
and I shall only worship you."
Blood dripping down the walls,
windows slamming down,
my notebooks are being thrown,
my knives are going all around.
Thank you thy reaper,
Now I can't brake.
I'm glad I whispered,
"My soul to take."
MemoriesWhy is itMemories in Free Verse More Like This
to get lost in your memories
over a love lost
so many years ago.
you haven’t spoken to
for something done
I hate my memories
but tear’s and scars
I would not be myself
so I love my memories
for they remind me
why I am alive
I must continue
UnderneathUnderneath my skinUnderneath in Free Verse More Like This
underneath my clothes
underneath my hair
underneath my fake personality
underneath my barrier’s
there is a girl
hidden from the world
one who cries
one who hurts
one who wishes to die
one who screams at the sky
one who hates.
Because my exterior
does not cry, instead burying the tears
does not hurt, preferring to stay strong
does not kill herself, because she must prove her worth
does not scream, preferring to suffer in silence
does not hate, simply forgiving, even when she wishes not to.
for herself, and others.
I break a bit more.
Even when I think
that I have nothing left to break
something will snap.
Even when I stop feeling
will make me cry.
Even when I am already hurting
so much that I can not hurt more
the world will stab me with another needle.
why a girl
so calm and reserved
it is because
the world has created this exterior
that hides my pain.
No one sees this
AlonePlease, don’t leave me hereAlone in Free Verse More Like This
my heart hurts
the one I love has already left
I can’t stand it anymore
if one more person leaves
I will have no one,
and my heart
will fall the ground
the last piece
shattered into oblivion.
I’m begging you
don’t leave me here
on my own
I can’t find my way out
I need help
but theres no one there,
is becoming more and more
the call of blood
the old scars
on my skin
crying to be reopened.
you are my only anchor
if you leave
I am gone
I have nothing else to cling too
I will fall
into the eternal abyss
of my mind
my dark and horrible mind
I hate it there
I don’t want to go back
into that horrible place
with no one to save me
I’ve been there before
when my heart fell apart
and I had to learn
how to pick up my own pieces
but I wasn’t sure
I don’t think I can do that again
Don’t leave me
GoodbyeI’m done shedding tearsGoodbye in Free Verse More Like This
I’m done worrying
I’m done trying
today I’m saying
you had your chance
and now it is gone
I’m done hurting
over what you did
I’m done trying
to get you back
I’m walking away
I should have left
but I wasn’t ready
now I am
it still hurts
but I must say
I’m not going to waist
I’m taking my heart
and keeping it
my only wish
I have a stronger
to keep it in
because I’d rather
keep it safe inside me
then letting someone else
but this is my goodbye
wasting my time.
Who Am I?I spend every secondWho Am I? in Free Verse More Like This
of every day
of my life
to ge my parent’s
to be ok
with who I am.
everything that I love,
another person hates me
for being me,
not the real me
but the face that I put forward
so that i can protect
my already broken insides.
I lay in wait
for the day,
I can speak wear and act
the way I want.
that I have spent so much time
trying to hide who I truly am
by a person
everyone wants me to be
that I no longer know
who I truly am.
I Didn't ForgetYou say you will leave soonI Didn't Forget in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know how soon
you must remember
even if you leave
I will still care for you
NeedI have foundNeed in Free Verse More Like This
that there is one thing
in the world
that I need.
to be needed.
I am drawn to people
and I help them
for as long
as they need me
I am no longer useful
I move on,
to live the rest
of their life
I never see them again
I will only speak
for a moment
but as long
and they need a friend
I am there
to be needed,
I have no use
in this life.
It is probably
because of this
that i do not
have any old friends
I only met
she will need me
for far longer
then anyone else
but I fear
that one day
she will no longer
and I will move on
someone who needs me.
So my life will continue,
I am not ment
to settle down
and love someone
I will fix
all of their problems
they will leave
having no more need of me.
I am not
trying to complain
I do not mind
this way of life
I quite enjoy it
but I worry
that the one person
My maskIt is far too easyMy mask in Free Verse More Like This
to be someone you are not.
To walk along
living a life
being a person
when you fall into that act
making the world your stage
for a person
who is simply another character
it is simpler.
when you have scripted lines
you are far less likely
to fuck up.
when I take my mask off,
that every mistake I make
will be my last
that I won’t be forgiven,
because no one ever does
give the true me
a second chance.
Once they see what is under the mask
leaving me in the dust.
And when they don’t
I scare them off
without meaning to
I mess up
I say something I ought not
to someone I ought not
that that is my last chance.
it is for the best
I ought not be trusted
the world has proven
that I am not trustworthy.
I Dream of ParadiseSinging a silent song a miseryI Dream of Paradise in Free Verse More Like This
I live on hoping for a victory
yet I am trapped in my own nightmare
inside of my own head
dreaming of the escape that I dread
for if I find my way out
who knows where I will end up wandering about
when I leave my safe net
where I am my only threat
I search for my savior
who will help change my behavior
and save me from my world of misery
changing my dream of victory
into a reality
The Girl In My Dream'sA girl stand by the lakeThe Girl In My Dream's in Free Verse More Like This
resting gently upon a tree
as she stares
the rippling waves.
Her long blond hair
flowing in the wind
her long black dress
wrapping around her ankles.
and yet nothing
for she is not watching
she is lost
in her mind,
in a world
far better than this one
when I reach out
to speak to her
or to touch her
lost to me
cutBeautiful bladecut in Free Verse More Like This
Strip away petty ideals
You're the only one I want to feel
My life is yours to steal
A settled deal
Before you I kneel
The end is sealed
Please never heal
I offer you another meal
Only this will bring me tears of teal
I hack with a zeal
yoursYou gave me a roseyours in Free Verse More Like This
Only you and I will know
It started with dark love
And proceeded to words
For understanding me
More then I dare know myself
And so I give this to you
Its not nearly as beautiful;
But a gilt all the same
A vase to hold
The next rose you obtain
for youFor youfor you in Free Verse More Like This
So as to spare your walls
I'll slit my wrist in the bath tub
And let my life flow down the drain
So as to spare you the shame
I'll hang myself in my doorway
Instead of off the pier
So as to spare you the cost of clean up
I'll not jump from the highest building in town
The court house would cost a pretty penny to clean
So as to spare you the negative publicity
I'll over does
That should be easy to cover up
So as to spare you form wondering why
I chose the gun
I leave you this
So as to spare me the lies
ChelloHow does your tail notChello in Free Verse More Like This
-it is so thin-
When you rest your neck
Upon a limb of a tree
Exposing your belly
In one strait line
Hiding your stripes
Waiting for your
Tummy to be rubbed
A purr of pleasure
-or maybe annoyance-
My tiger, why does your tail
hate" you are most like,hate in Free Verse More Like This
Those you most hate"
Please say I'm not like her
The lady that beats me, when no one is looking
I hate her for my scared back
I can't be like her, she doesn't have a scared back…does she?
Please say I'm not like him
The man who said I could never do anything right
I hate him for my lack of confidence
I can't be like him, he has confidence… doesn't he?
Please say I'm not like me
The nothing that thought to much
I hate me for making me think these thoughts
I can't be like me, I don't over analyze….do I?
tomorrowTomorrowtomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
Is what I fear
Is the worst day of my life
It's the day hen I ask my self
Questions I know I can't answer
Face things I cannot
I dread the light of a new day
That I lie in bed awake
Planning how to avoid it
But most of a;;
Because it might
Not be so
something bad i will eraseI will make the world a better placesomething bad i will erase in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how
I don't know when
I don't know if I even care
But I have to eventually do some thing
bloody marystep into her domanebloody mary in Free Verse More Like This
face the mirror
trun off the lights
swallow your fear
say her name three times
no more no less
spin once for each chant
your hoping this is just a test
cuts form on your body
formed by the knives of a thieve
you can't breath!
a pillow's in your face
you try to take it away, nothing is there
red eyes appear in the mirror
you should have known
bloody mary never plays
brokenI s itbroken in Free Verse More Like This
On the m at
At the time of year when ever y awn was sharp
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch3All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Weasley Rescue
"Every now and then, even the strongest of us must humbly accept we need a bit of a rescue."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
"Of course!" Ginny said.
Harriet blinked and was about to open the window when Ginny was pushed to the side and Harriet's best-friend Ronnie Weasley slid into sight beside Ginny smiling just as wide.
Harriet finally opened the window trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
"Ronnie! Ginny! Wha-what are you doing here?" Harriet asked in a low, hissing voice. "A-and how are you doing it?"
Harriet looked down and gaped in shock. Ronnie and Ginny were in the back seat of a car. But it obviously wasn't any normal car because it was hovering in mid-air right outside Harriet's second-floor bedroom window. Harriet looked to the front of the car and saw both Fred and George grinning back at her clearly quite pleased with
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch2(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Strange Summer
"Family is a hell of a thing!"
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
"Right, now before tomorrow night there's a few things I need to get straight with you, girl."
Harriet Potter set down her fork and sighed. She knew what was coming, because her uncle, Vernon Dursley, had talked about nothing else for an entire week. He was going to talk to her about the stupid dinner party they were having tomorrow night.
Uncle Vernon had invited over a rich builder and his wife, and he was hoping he would be able to convince the builder to take out a large order of drills from his company, Grunnings.
Harriet didn't know why Uncle Vernon thought he had to reiterate the plan. She had known since the first day Uncle Vernon announced the party that she was going to be spending the whole time in her room sitting quietly and pretending she didn't exist.
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 4(all characters and locations property of J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The First Day
"It is easy to be deceived when it comes to friendship. I wish I could say there was a definitive way to determine who your true friends are, and who your false friends are. That is an often painful lesson that only experience can teach. But do not shy away from a chance at friendship because you are afraid of pain. Embrace friendships wherever you see them, because one true friendship will help you weather a thousand false friendships. But even more than that, it is incredible how often the simple warm smile can turn any friend from false to true."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuck
Harriet winced as she opened her eyes. Yet the pain wasn't in her eyes, it was in her scar. It was prickling slightly, and as she sat up she felt cold and clammy, and her night shirt clung to her skin. She seemed to vaguely remember a bad dream, something about Profes
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15A(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15A in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Thief and the Dark Lord
"There comes a time when all the wands are snapped, and all the spells are cast, when the only weapon you have left is your own humanity."
General (ret) Jigme Dorji Wengschuk
"I knew it was you," Harriet declared.
"Oh yes, it's me," Quirrell sneered, clearly very pleased with himself. "Poor, st-t-t-t-uttering Professor Quirrell. Who but a nosy eleven year old who couldn't mind her own business to save her life would ever suspect him?"
"Professor Snape," Harriet retorted.
Quirrell's eyes darkened a little, "Oh yes, Severus yes he did suspect me, and so did Dumbledore. But you see how well they accomplished keeping me from the Stone."
Harriet's heart sank. Did that mean Quirrell already had the Stone?
"Fortunately, Snape himself was perhaps my best cover. Who would spare me a second thought with him slouching about the place
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 2(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The First Train Ride
"The key to friendship is acceptance and understanding. You must accept that no one is perfect, not even yourself. But before you can accept, you must understand what makes others and yourself the way you all are. And once that is achieved, you can weather any storm with them."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengschuk
Meanwhile, back inside King's Cross, Harriet watched in disbelief as the Dursleys walked away, laughing hysterically. She looked around anxiously, wondering what to do. There were guards around, but every one of them looked agitated and stand-offish, and she didn't feel like pestering them.
She looked at the big clock on the wall feeling antsier and antsier. She'd have to ask someone. Maybe, just maybe, that violin player outside the station would know how to find the platform. He was probably here a lot, maybe he'd heard of
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch5(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Fireplace too Far
"While we all know people who have met either greatness or ruin when they have chosen to step off the so-called beaten path, the simple fact is that often the most significant events in our lives, for good or for ill, happen when we step off that path by complete accident."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
Harriet nearly leapt out of bed Wednesday morning. Mrs Weasley had said she would be waking them up early for the trip into Diagon Alley, but Harriet was too excited to stay in bed any longer. She had woken up nearly every other hour that night, looking at the clock eagerly before sighing in disappointment and going back to sleep. She couldn't help it. She was too eager to see all of her friends again.
She still didn't know if Dora was also going. Dora was the only one who hadn't said if she would be at Diagon Alley too in her letter
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 3(all characters, locations and now songs within are property of J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated).The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Songs, Hats, Sortings and Houses
"There is no true key to knowing one's self. There is no map to tell you who you are or where you are going in life. Instead you must make it yourself. You must look at who you feel you are, how others perceive you, and what your experiences in life have been. Be aware of what was and what is, and that will help you discover what will be."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengschuk
Harriet trembled a little as the giant doors opened, feeling prepared to see anything come bursting through them. She felt like even a dragon wouldn't have surprised her anymore. Fortunately, however, it wasn't a dragon. Instead, it was a one of the more austere looking people Harriet had ever seen in her life.
The woman who greeted them was tall, with raven-hair done up in a bun and immaculate robes of emerald-green. She had square glas
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 11(all characters and locations property of J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Answers and Accomplices
"I often find it is a far better thing to place my trust in a friend than to doubt. There are no real guarantees, and every bit of trust will take a measure of risk, but one's friends are almost always the safest bet when you need somewhere to turn."
General (ret) Jigme Dorji Wengschuk
"I can't believe you snuck out after hours twice, Harriet!"
It was the end of the holidays and sure enough, Hermione had reacted exactly as Harriet had predicted to the knowledge that Harriet had snuck out of bed twice during the holidays.
"It's fine, I mean okay I did almost get caught twice"
"Well, technically, you actually did get caught once," Ronnie chimed in with a grin. Harriet rolled her eyes.
"Okay, okay, but anyway, so like I was going to say, the first night, I ran into, and I can't believe none of us remembered her before, but Dora"
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch4(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year Two - Ch4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life at the Burrow
"I dislike the notion of the phrase "you cannot choose your family." That simply depends on one's definition of family. Often in my own life I have found the bonds with the family I have chosen to be much stronger than my bonds with the family I was given."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
Something hard bonked Harriet on the top of her head and she shouted out, sitting upright and clutching her head. "Ow! Hey!" Harriet said. She laughed as she looked up at Ronnie's grinning face.
"Sorry, just excited you're here," Ronnie replied.
Harriet smiled rubbing her head and stretching. Despite the sore spot on her head, Harriet was happier than she could have ever thought she could be. It hadn't been a dream. She really had been rescued from the Dursleys by her best-friend.
Harriet slid out of bed, stretched again and yawned. B
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 8(all characters and locations property of J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gryffindor versus Slytherin
"Nothing puts life in new perspective like the possibility of death."
General (ret) Jigme Dorji Wengschuk
"I can't believe you actually thought we only liked you because you're famous!"
Harriet hung her head a little. They were sitting in the middle of the floor in the first year boys' dormitory. The common room was still full of feasting students, and the boys couldn't come up into the girls' dormitories, so they had decided on their room for privacy.
After returning to the common room, finally, Harriet had been greeted with a rib crushing hug from a very worried looking Hermione. All of them, Hermione, Ronnie, Kieran, and Marcus were there waiting for her, only Scott was missing as he was back in his own common room in Ravenclaw Tower.
They had let Harriet go up to the dorm to change into dry clothes before they all snuck into the bo
Editorial: Pensando en TPensando en T.Editorial: Pensando en T in Editorial More Like This
Cuando nos miramos en el espejo y estamos desnudos, generalmente nos planteamos cómo nos vemos y lo feos que estamos sin ropa... Pero siempre hay más.
Hagamos el ejercicio a la inversa. Imaginemos que un día nos levantamos y que nuestro cuerpo y nuestra mente van en sentido contrario y que lo que vemos en el espejo es, poco más o menos, que una pesadilla de esas que se ven tan graciosas en las películas.
¿Cuántos de nosotros damos gracias por tener un cuerpo que, socialmente, nos identifica con nuestra mente? Realmente pocos, porque tenemos la gran suerte de haber nacido así.
Cuando yo me miro al espejo doy gracias por tener un cuerpo que se corresponde con mi mente, sea más gordo o más flaco, más alto o más bajo, más bonito o más feo. Doy siempre gracias porque tengo el cuerpo que me corresponde.
Pero hay personas en este mundo que tienen una mente distinta al cuerpo y que, cuando se miran
Et vaig regalar el meu corFue como saltar al vacío sin paracaídas.Et vaig regalar el meu cor in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Un día decidí dejar de ser yo para empezar a ser contigo.
Ese día rasgué mis recuerdos y quemé todas las fotos que había estado guardando en el húmedo desván.
Luego, retiré de mi rostro la sombra de frialdad que había vivido allí durante tantos años y recuperé, con una llamada, las emociones que se habían ido de vacaciones indefinidas.
Un día, mirándome a los ojos, conseguiste que te regalara el último resquicio de lo que aún me pertenecía
En ese preciso momento, yo dejé de ser yo para convertirme en una parte de ti En el momento en que, envuelto en sencillo papel de regalo, te entregué mi corazón.
Va ser com saltar al buit sense paracaigudes.
Un dia vaig decidir de ser jo per començar a ser amb tu.
Aquell dia vaig estripar els meus records i vaig cremar totes les fotos que havia estat desant a les humides
Rosas RojasCuando huyó del pueblo no imaginaba que acabaría así.Rosas Rojas in Short Stories More Like This
1937, España está dividida. Por un lado los Nacionales, por el otro los Republicanos.
Su marido estaba con los nacionales, su padre con los republicanos.
Había crecido en la República, había conseguido votar, y ahora su papel volvía a estar relegado al de una ama de casa aburrida y cansada.
Los primeros años de su matrimonio, aún en la etapa de la República, habían sido muy felices. Se había enamorado perdidamente del jefe de la fábrica de curtidos en la que trabajaba. Era un hombre serio, algo estricto pero muy correcto que supo tratarla como a una princesa. Él le prometió la Luna y ella abrazó ese sueño cuando apenas contaba dieciocho años.
Todo se estropeó cuando el matrimonio descubrió que no podía tener hijos. Entonces fue repudiada y condenada a convertirse en una esclava de los deseos de un marido que
Un dia de lluviaUn día de lluvia, saldremos sin paraguas, jugaremos con los charcos y nos sentaremos al lado del río, viendo como poco a poco sube la rivera.Un dia de lluvia in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Después, cuando estemos muertas de frío, llegaremos a casa y mientras enciendo velas de colores tú pondrás agua caliente en la bañera.
Nos sentaremos dentro del agua y nos apoyaremos la una en la otra mientras nos susurramos Te quieros al oído.
Cuando se haya consumido la ultima vela, haremos el amor, tal vez no tan bien como otras veces, pero con igual amor.
Saldremos ya arrugadas de la bañera y abriremos la luz, justo para mirarnos al espejo y ver que los años han pasado y que la dulce juventud se ha convertido, en silencio, en infantil madurez.
Some rainy day
Some rainy day, we will go for a walk without an umbrella, we will play with the puddles and we will sit by the river, just to see how slowly the river riches the shore.
Then, when we will get cold, we will get home and wh
Nuestra Revolucion Eterna¿En qué momento llegaste a mi vida sin que me diera cuenta?Nuestra Revolucion Eterna in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Creo que fue un día de invierno faltaba poco para la primavera pero los árboles ya estaban en flor
Simplemente cerré los ojos y apareciste.
Llegaste a mi vida sin llamar a la puerta, tropezando con el felpudo de la entrada y haciendo gran estruendo al cerrar la puerta tras de ti.
Yo no te esperaba, llevaba demasiado tiempo encerrada en el comedor, mirando la pantalla apagada del viejo televisor.
Preparaste todo y nada para pasar el resto de tu vida conmigo y como compensación, arreglaste el televisor.
Yo, mientras tanto, barrí los recuerdos que durante años había estado amontonando en el suelo y le quité el polvo a las ilusiones que había guardado en un cajón.
Pintando las paredes de la entrada subidas en una escalera de latón, nos caímos muchas veces y manchamos sin pretenderlo el gres del suelo, dejando pequeñas marcas de nuestra desastros
Editorial: HorrografiaHorrografíaEditorial: Horrografia in Editorial More Like This
Escribir bien no cuesta nada.
No es cuestión de ser un genio para escribir bien y cuando hablo de escribir, me refiero a coger un bolígrafo y un trozo de papel y escribir cualquier cosa, la lista de la compra, por ejemplo.
A todos nos llevan enseñando desde primaria qué son eso de los acentos, el uso de la "b" y la "v" y que las cosas se escriben con "z", "s", "c", según como se deben escribir, no según como se pronuncian. Entonces ¿Por qué está todo tan sumamente plagado de faltas horrográficas, y digo horrográficas porque hieren los ojos de aquel que las lee?
Según mi opinión, hay varios factores que contribuyen a eso. Uno, es el habla, otro el uso masificado de las nuevas tecnologías y el último, pero no menos importante, es la pereza.
El habla influye mucho en nuestra manera de comunicarnos por escrito. No es raro encontrar, de vez en cuando un "¡¿No vez que te equivocas?!"
Retales de luzMis pálidos dedos de uñas nacaradas pasean entre tu bello vestido de novia, de plateados reflejos y brillantes gasas.Retales de luz in Short Stories More Like This
Largas horas hemos pasado, viendo volar lentamente las hojas del calendario.
Es fría alba de dulce primavera cuando por fin nos damos el "sí quiero", en el claro del bosque frondoso donde la escarcha azucarada cubre las nubes de tu pelo.
Entre algodones de cielo vuelan las níveas palomas mientras sonríes, entreabiertos los labios, reflejando el aura de tu alma.
Y las flores desprenden una luz propia, esas rosas, que ni rosas ni rojas son.
Piel pálida manchada de nata, naricita sonrosada se hunde en una tarta, mientras con extrema delicadez paseo mi lengua por tus azucaradas mejillas, en un desayuno de boda íntimo y atípico.
Porque es por la mañana, cuando la atmósfera es clara, que nos casamos sin más luz que la de la aurora. Y la boda se celebra, como tantas otras, entre colores pastel y plata.
Se acerca el d&
El cuento del rey y la botellaÉrase una vez una botella.El cuento del rey y la botella in Short Stories More Like This
Una botella tan grande que era imposible alcanzarla sin el uso de una escalera.
Érase una vez un rey.
Un rey tan curioso que quería saber que había en esa botella.
Érase una vez un día.
Un día en que el rey compró una escalera.
Érase una vez una escalera.
Una esclarea tan alta como el cuello de la botella.
Érase una vez un rey con una escalera.
El rey cogió la escalera, la apoyó en la botella y empezó a subir y subir y subir durante días.
Érase una vez un rey y una botella.
El rey, sin aliento, llegó al cuello de la botella y, curioso, miró adentro.
Érase una vez el cuello de una botella.
No se veía nada Absolutamente nada.
Érase una vez un rey muy curioso.
El rey se apoyó más aún en el cuello y cayó a través de él para ver qué había dentro....
Érase una vez
La curiosidad mató al gato.
Melodia inacabadaMelodia inacabada in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Siempre había sido una persona poco convencional, por eso, cuándo su madre supo que quería instalar el piano en el bosque junto a la casa, no le extrañó, de hecho, ella era la que más tocaba.
Todo había cambiado desde que el reloj de arena había dejado caer su último granito.
No hacía tanto de aquello unos meses, tal vez unos años. Ya nada contaba el tiempo, que se había detenido para siempre.
Fue una lluviosa tarde de primavera, las copas de los árboles luchaban con fuerza contra un viento gélido y azotador y la sonrisa de la casa desapareció.
Nadie se dio cuenta de que una parte de la casa se había ido con él.
Se fue tal y cómo había llegado, gritando, debatiéndose contra la vida y la muerte y desde entonces, el gutural silencio de la casa solo se veía roto por la melodía lejana de un piano desafinado.
Fue en primavera cuando los pájaros dejaron de cantar y las flo
Recursos: OrtografiaEsta semana, de nuevo, vamos a hablar de recursos para evitar aquellos frecuentes errores que cometemos al escribir, ya sea como consecuencia de la prisa, de la pereza a la hora de revisar o del habla y la tendencia a pensar que todo lo que decimos se escribe del mismo modo en que lo pronunciamos.Recursos: Ortografia in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Tipografía (definición): Arte de disponer correctamente el material de imprimir, de acuerdo con un propósito específico: el de colocar las letras, repartir el espacio y organizar los tipos con vistas a prestar al lector la máxima ayuda para la comprensión del texto. – Stanley Morrison “Principios fundamentales de la tipografía”, 1929-
Los errores tipográficos, también conocidos como “dedazos”, son aquellos que cometemos sin darnos cuenta al escribir rápido con el teclado del ordenador o de la máquina de escribir. Los más frecuentes son confundir letras muy juntas en
First Time FallingI can still hear the screaming now.First Time Falling in Free Verse More Like This
Mum screaming, Dad shouting.
Brown and white.
Then I was there again.
Water rushing past.
Mum holding me.
Everyone screaming my name.
My attempt to walk.
Unsuccessful, as I was being carried
Taken to the ambulance.
Mirrors. Scabs. Scars. Vomit.
Tears running from innocent eyes.
And a small voice:
"Please tell me this is just a nightmare"
I love youAm I crazy? Is there something wrong with me?I love you in General More Like This
Or do I just miss you so much it hurts every time I'm not with you?
I breathe lies, as fate twists and turns it seems like I'm not meant to be with you. My heart aches when I'm away from you and I feel a sharp pain every time I make eye contact with you. Pure intoxication as I look at you, stabbed by some kind of dagger that makes everything move faster, colours brighter, spinning in sheer ecstasy. Then I fall to my knees and I'm left praying to nothingness that you have caught my disease, or at least felt a gentle touch of the symptoms which I can manipulate like words and use to seep so deep under your skin that you can't get rid of me and you learn to love my twisted sanity and powerful vision, transformed by despair. Take me, break me, I'll just wait until you lose yourself and find my remains. I'll be with you like a scar, a mark of the pain of the past. I dream on, but I know that the laws placed on all of our shoulders mean I must fa
One Last Surrender"Please, just hold on to me. I can't do this without you."One Last Surrender in General Fiction More Like This
"Yes you can."
"No, I need to breathe you in one more time."
Shadows engulfed shadows around me, each one becoming darker and darker. The worst thing was that I recognised every single one. I had turned away from all of them because I was under your spell. I still am, I don't know what it is about you, but I can't resist following you into the light, further away from the darkness I was created to dwell in. You have something magic about you. Now, I know I have few choices. One of us has to die, and I will not let it be you. It has to be me. I told you I was going to live, that we both were, but I looked away as I said it because my eyes were filling with tears. I have to die, and I will miss you more than you can possibly imagine and we all know your imagination was the power that created this. To miss you like hell would be a phenomenally huge understatement. So I'm asking you to hold me once more, but you don't even know thi
Shy GhostI can see you and feel you're thereShy Ghost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hiding, lost in your despair
Forced to walk the world unknown
Unseen by humans, completely alone
Fading as the years go by
Hundreds, then thousands, wishing you could die
I watch your immortal tears fall
My hand goes through them all
Your eyes fill with fear, knowing that I could see
You float through the wall, away from me
I whisper to you to come back here
Find your curiosity, abandon your fear
You apologise from your heart
And say that you must depart
You cannot bear to be near my living being
And, for now, you should be fleeing
As, there was always one thing you knew
Humans were never meant to see you
My AfflictionI love you more than death, I'd live for you. In the middle of this tragedy you came, extending your hand, reaching out for me to feel your fire. The night sky was a jigsaw that was finally complete and we traded blood and blades to add them to the picture. The knife of dawn was about to slice through our collage so I wrapped it in skin that freshly ripped from you in another lifetime not so long ago. We tore our perfect fingernails from our hands and stuck them on the trees and watched squirrels slip down the shiny surface. It made us laugh so hard we spat out our hearts and threw them at each other in ghoulish ecstasy. The world was painted red. My parents and yours were tortured for creating such monsters as us so we laughed and disguised ourselves as humans and suggested even more gruesome tortures. Cruelty was so easy for us, it came naturally. We were loathed and feared everywhere we went but we rejoiced in it as we ran through the fields, our bare feet on fire. We made the cowsMy Affliction in General More Like This
Final Words of the GuiltyCurse these feet that dared to walkFinal Words of the Guilty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Curse these lips that had to talk
Curse these hands that made this
Curse this brain, the mind of a sadist
Curse this heart, there burns the fire
Curse this tongue and cry out liar
Curse this blade that wounded so many
Curse this shell that won't show any
Curse my hell and watch it grow
Curse my life and let it go
A Guilty ConscienceStanding, a white wall stood before me. Behind me, there was nothing but the broken shards of civilisation. I smiled. The world had crumbled beneath my feet. My body filled with hatred and my heart, blackened by cruelty, was filled with pain. Afflicted by a disease, or rather, I was the disease. The instructions echoed in my head. Blood was the price and I was glad to pay. Opening my flesh with my knife, I dripped the ruby liquid onto the wall, painting my hate and hurt onto my white canvas. Figures reached inside themselves and dragged out their still beating hearts and threw them at each other in ghoulish ecstasy.A Guilty Conscience in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
My artwork continued to dance on the canvas, a violent horrible dance. Or maybe the movement was just a figment of my twisted imagination. Either way, my dream was closer.
Eventually, I lost the battle against my eyelids which continued to drop under the weight of staying awake. I drifted into a deep sleep. I had not slept for so long, kept awake by the plague of guilt, the
Regrets of a GhostI watch as you smile so patientlyRegrets of a Ghost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sitting there waiting for me
A sharp pain hits me inside
As there's a thought I cannot hide
You will never see me again
You don't see me now, you won't see me when
My hand goes straight through your head
As I try to wipe your tears, as you lie in your bed
ShadowsI've lost all feeling.Shadows in Free Verse More Like This
They're gathering around me
I can feel the edges of my presence
Distorting and fading
Swallowed by shadow
Regrets fill my mind
And painful guilt
For what I've done
No longer quite human
But in my heart I know
I will never truly give in to darkness
Not as long as you are there
To hold me until it's all over
Haunted ChildWhat have I done to you, innocent child?Haunted Child in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a mind so warped and eyes so wild.
Eyes sunken in, buried in shadowy holes,
Rough hands, stained by stolen souls,
Hair, unkempt, and hanging lifeless,
Face, no longer young, but not old, ageless,
Skin, pale, sick and haunting,
And a shivery twitch from ghosts taunting.