RelicRoaring giants standing tallRelic in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eternal beings they could still fall
Clans of old that took their tolls
The Machine"How's your goddamn math going to help us out of this now?" she practically spat the words onto the soft earth that they were talking across. Their feet sunk into the soil, making dirt cling to their shoes and stick into the ground as they traveled across.The Machine in Short Stories More Like This
"Shut up," Jamie spewed back. It was just a harmless experiment, one that he was trying to do by following a guideline that he normally ignored before. Instead of looking at his numbers, and thinking about what calmed him, he went on through with his experiment using his numbers in a whole new way that he hadn't tried before.
Many hours ago, that it almost seemed like an eon ago.
Hours of labor and work had finally paid off. If all his calculations were correct, then he had finally managed to build something using just metal, wires, electricity, and his numbers. The numbers that got him through life every day and every night. Specific numbers, he wasn't just any old fool who chose random numbers depending on what worked best. No, the
The climbHe tied his boat among the rocks, and soon began to climb. Slowly, every so slowly, he went foot by foot, climbing away from shore and onto what should be called land, but really was nothing more than rocks.The climb in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he tried to look above there was no grass of green. More and more rocks awaited our man, and still he climbed. The sun beat down, and clouds covered the top so our poor man could not see his destination, but still he climbed.
'It appears as though God has taken a day off today,' he thought to himself. And still he climbed up and up, even though the rocks were always coming.
When the stones cut into his palms, and the toes of his shoes wore down till his toes peeked out, and when the sun burned what skin it could, and when the wind cut through his clothes and chilled his bones, he still kept moving forwards. He couldn't see the sea below him, and there was nothing in front of him but clouds.
And still our poor man climbed, and climbed, and climbed.
To reach the top and say that
DawnIn those fickle hours of the morningDawn in Free Verse More Like This
right before the run has even risen,
and before the world truly begins to wake up
that is when the magic happens.
Each new dawn brings new life
the brand new start of a new day.
Life is such a fickle thing
that can end in an instant.
Yet in those early hours of the morning
when a new life had yet to begin
we see the true rise of people
as they begin what they believe is just a new day.
For in those early hours of the morning
we see the new chance to become and create
the life that has gone through each and every morning.
So while many sleep
through the early morning dawn
they miss the sleeping life begin to awake
and the new chance at life to have its day.
You are woman. You are man.You are woman,You are woman. You are man. in Free Verse More Like This
so be kind,
all in your own way.
You are man
so be strong,
MissingMissingMissing in Free Verse More Like This
No oneDrown those drinksNo one in Free Verse More Like This
shoot those shots,
don't think about tomorrow
just party till you cant.
She stumbles around
not even able to stay stable
she sits roughly on the ground
when a man comes up
and takes her somewhere else
Following the sounds
of muffled grunts
and drunken cries
the man is hovering over her
while she cries out
for anyone to help her
No one does
no one can hear
over the hammering music.
No one notices
when they both emerge
one a tear stained face,
and the other
Well the other,
goes to his friends
and gets congratulated.
Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this worldKeep on Dreaming in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams of anything and everyone
Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality
Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.
Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything
Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.
Keep on dreaming~
Mirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall in Free Verse More Like This
Show me the tragedy
Of us all
A family torn apart,
Loved ones lost forever, never to return
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the feelings
Of us all
Flashes of gray
And a heart, broken in half
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the crime
Of us all
Fighting over meaningless issues
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the history
Of us all
A soldier, bloodied and tainted,
Trucking through blood covered ground.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me a place
That is safe for us all
A utopia of peace and love
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hope
Of us all
Children, their eyes filled with innocence
Run and play throughout the land
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hero
That's within us all
A figure walking
Gives a dollar to a struggling man
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the ones
We've all lost
Elderly, with tears in their eyes
And families being reunited
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the wants
Of us all
Say you willSay you will follow me.Say you will in Free Verse More Like This
Say you will stand by my side.
Watch for my
In the sands
Say you will care.
Say you will always be there.
When I leave
I'll leave no regrets.
Come with me
To the end of the world.
Say you will understand.
Say you are okay.
I love you.
So don't judge me
When I have
To leave so soon.
Say you will come with me.
Say you will never leave.
How I loved you
How I lived
And how I was here.
Say it's okay.
Say you won't cry when I'm gone.
When I'm gone,
I won't be gone forever.
I'll live on in your heart,
And your memories.
Say you love me.
Say you will never forget me.
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.I'm Not the Marrying Kind in Free Verse More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyThe Girl Who Was Afraid To Be in Free Verse More Like This
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
A Snowfall CandlelitMy version of winter has always been flawed. It is controlled by the fall of snow and the exact amount of the ground it covers. It never ever covers the tiny little patch in the garden, right near the broken tin roofed shed. I suppose that is why I just like the idea of snow. But I do not love it.A Snowfall Candlelit in Free Verse More Like This
(Realisation: I suppose that little corner represents the only part of me that even I cannot love.)
I met a man with candle lit wolf eyes and a strong, warm lion heart, who tells me Sea God stories before disappearing into a cold, cold winter's morning, fog cloaking his very essence.
(Addendum: Sometimes I think of five a.m. coffee, and wonder if your smile didn't hold all of winter's warmth in it, whether I would still be liking the idea of it.)
He lights candles and turns my room into a place of sanctity and prayer often. It makes the love making ironic in a way, I suppose. But nothing he ever does fails to intrigue the very fabric that my cotton soul is made of.
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't. in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.Happy in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders. Stars were dead light from the skies. Guitars became dust ridden.
Words became unspeakable. Memories were untrustworthy. Your eyes told lies. My hands betrayed me. We broke apart before we had a chance to be. I became distant. And you...you were gone.
Now repeat until you believe it.
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
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
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
Conneticut27 petals fallConneticut in Free Verse More Like This
27 spirits carried gently on the wind
of prayers and whispers
muttered through open hearts
and broken ribs.
Tears on the lips of mourners
sorrow falling in the morning
and heavy tread
hands held together
whispering love and rememberance
of the dead
Valentines Day PoemPassionless saints tie our lips togetherValentines Day Poem in Free Verse More Like This
and I crush our voice in my hands
Lift the nape of your neck
and breathe you in, hush
(you fill the air).
pass through us
while the night stumbles
You dream in a dark
and I drift helplessly
finding words at midnights
to memorise for you
only to keep them locked secretly
with love on my tongue.
You are my love letter
curling naked in the heat
your spine beautiful and bare
as our unlaced feet.
Our shadows touch
a leaf falls on itself.
pink dusk spreads across the sky
farewelling the dark storm
of your hair across the sleepy pillow.
The sound of you breathing
echoes in my chest.
I collapse you in my lungs
like a script
madness takes us with love
and holds us close.
A whisper into the coming sun,
flowers of colour
that melt soft over the sky
like the blush of you
Mermaid Bones - a beat poemTRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assault and eating disordersMermaid Bones - a beat poem in Free Verse More Like This
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.
I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bones that they could wish on
to beach myself on the sand reaching for a reason to say "no"
I will not make sandcastles out of sandwiches, and pick at the entrails of the jellyfish noodles on my plate on the first date with puberty that said
"you will now be endowed with an oyster set with strings of pearls that hang heavy round your throat like a
The BestsellerYou are a poetry book reclining on my couchThe Bestseller in Free Verse More Like This
and I want to turn your legs like pages
fold myself into you
the way I dog-ear favourite passages
to re-read and re-visit in the morning.
You could be a sexy bestseller curled up
in my bed.
But I want to guard you from review
and keep you obscure
from publishers and popular culture -
check you out as unavailable in libraries
to keep you as my
and lie with you myself.
We'll clothe each other in dust covers
only to undress
over lazy cups of coffee in Sunday hours
our own personal bookclub
of bibliophilic eroticism.
(We'll slide our bookmarks in each other
and collaborate on the shelf).
AlienRuby lives in my mind.Alien in Free Verse More Like This
she is the voice between
that chemicals try to silence
the voices the run in streams
"kill the noise
get a gun a gun
kill them all
the government whispers alien
kill the noise
there's an alien in your head, lover killer
duck for cover
mother mary comes for me magdalene
green sleeves all my joy..."
lift my sleeves and you'll find
vertical and deep.
deep lines etched in
that pierce my soul.
Running parallel between
in the hemispheres
instead of heart lines
lines of longitude.
I tried to silence the white noise in my mind
with overdoses of
and emotional crusades
and maelstroms of not wanting stay
of not being sane
of not being able to
hold my crushed body to my chest.
instead I hold crushed pills in my palm
and swallow myself
I did it then to lay claim to a patch of earth
And I do it now to f
Liason In a LaundromatThere is a scream before time stops. A woman is lifted through heavy doors by gloved hands. Her body cloaked in low murmurs, weighed down with the urgent scream of sirens that split the night.Liason In a Laundromat in Short Stories More Like This
Her fingers lie curled like soft-shelled snails at her thighs. Headlights stream out behind them, gold slug-trails instead of the silver gilt webs of spider-spun lies, and guilt written on the faces of youths loitering ill-spent in half-empty hostels on cracked sidewalks; trying to catch a glimpse of half-naked flesh and trading green paper or little packets of white snow for favours.
Glass litters the road at the man's feet. A man in uniform writes in a notepad, watching him press a damp shirt over the gentle black pool forming in the hollow of his collarbone. Intern street surgeons suturing a new, primitive tattoo on his neck to mark the occasion of virginity taken away. Their toast was premature.
"Tumble and a rumble in the Laundromat, eh?"
"Yeah, she got
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
Poem For My Twin SisterPoem For My Twin Sister in Free Verse More Like This
She can feel our hearts beat
inside small ribbed hulls in a blue womb
and rests her hands on the shape of us,
lays her head down -
down to that quiet world that harbours revelations waiting to take form,
to draw breath, to be born.
I hum gentle lullabies to the soft untuned melodies of you
lying silent beside me
our hands pressed –
crossed lifelines tangling
palms forming prayers of memory buried somewhere
in the shape of our lips,
untouched in our fragile
(we have the same fingerprints).
We whisper umbilical secrets to each other in the dark
connected by the steady thrum of our infant hearts.
In this hushed world, we are an echo, snowflakes mirrored
off the walls of skeleton key bones.
Two shapes unborn, but already I know you through and through.
And I wonder, just
if you’re the ghost of me
or I’m the ghost of you
Flock Echo PassionThe gentle tone of your fingersFlock Echo Passion in Free Verse More Like This
defly handling my thoughts.
You soften the regrets in my ribs
weaken the bones with love
pressed into my shoes.
You melt my marrow with murmurs
lazily spent in the mornings
rested on the sighs of your breath.
swallow my heartbeats
to keep them warm
and in tune with yours.
You unlock and rob my tongue of words
like a piano with too many keys
spilling its lullabies onto the floor
softly turning the locks of my mind
with the music in you
if I would only stop to listen.
God's MorticianIt wasn’t as if Thomas had known what to expect; it just that he hadn’t expected, well, this. He read the obituaries every Sunday out of a mixture of habit and morbid curiosity – or as he liked to call it; “professional interest”. At least that’s what he told his wife, anyway, when he noticed her brow furrowing, or her lips puckering into something dangerously close to resembling a pout over breakfast. She didn’t like dead people; his “clients”. She didn’t like hearing about embalming, or caskets, or hilarious anecdotes of “you’ll never believe the cosmetic work I had to do on this corpse today! The man’s accident left him without a face!” and the like. And she never visited him at work. “It’s one step above grave-digging if you ask me. It’s mortifying being married to a mortician!”God's Mortician in Short Stories More Like This
Thomas wasn’t much of a conversationalist. He didn’t much like people, and they didn
The Toymaker...Ah my dear, how are you feeling?The Toymaker... in Free Verse More Like This
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
Dolls are slim, dolls are pretty.
So no, we can't have that...
We'll just slowly slide this tiny slip of metal.
Shlip, shlop, shlip, shlop - and pull!
You see, you see?
It comes right off, like a laye
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...
Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity
Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!
And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed
What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
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They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
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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
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Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
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The People Knows It
Little can rattle the inhabitants of Camelot anymore. They've had their fair share of sorcerers both good and bad, of magical creatures of all shapes and sizes, of rampant kings, angry druids, peaceful druids, stuck-up princes and wrestling with wyverns.
Over the years, they have seen the initially arrogant, selfish and overall unpleasant prince turn into a strong warrior, a man firm in his belief of his people's worth and a just regent. When he finally becomes King, cheers echoes through the streets.
Lately though, the streets have been tense and silent. The King might not be aware of just how far and deep he affects his city. When his mood drops it's like a dark sheet abruptly falls over the city, chokingly.
"One of their tiffs, huh?" asks Gregory the guard when exchanging shifts with another. The other man nods. "Yeah. I could hear them yelling and jabbering like old wives."
Gregory sighs. Last time had been awful. The King had walked about
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Merlin/Arthur pre-slash. Follows Coversations with a dragon 1: On princes, destinies and idiots. Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Time for more silliness and some oblivious/innocent!Merlin and smug!SlashDragon (and obvious!Arthur somewhere in the background). Warnings: unbetaed, slash, AU. Some spoilers/references to season 1, episode 11 (I think it's that ep, anyway). See description below for full info and link to part one.
Conversations with a dragon:
On warlocks, destinies and prats
"I think Arthur's been enchanted."
Large yellow eyes regarded him closely. "And what makes you believe that?"
"Well," Merlin said, gesturing with his free hand, "he's been acting odd like he's been hit on his head; he's too nice. I took him to the physician to be examined but he's got no head injury, and Gaius says he's not ill either; he's got no fever or anything. He has defied his father more than twice in two days to spend time with me (
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 8: In which Gareth makes his first move (or maybe second - or really, it might be the third if we take everything into account)
Merlin looked up from work when there was a knock on the door. He kept, just in case, a neckerchief on to hide his ears like Arthur had suggested, but it was so uncomfortable to hide both them and the tail, beneath his tunic, all the time. Once behind closed doors he released the tail again, subconsciously it twitched a little as he worked. Startled at the sound of knuckles rapping against wood, he turned around still holding the bedding he was about to change.
She stepped inside, smiling kindly. She wore a very beautiful, silvery dress and matching earrings. It was strange seeing her from this angle when he had spent over two days just being a little over a foot tall and looking up at everyone. Beside her was Gwen, whom he hadn't seen in days, she smiled widely at seeing him.
"Merlin! How are you? A
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originally uploaded at FF.net 13/10 2010.
Category: Merlin BBC
Warnings: angst, some violence; AU/what if-story
Setting: Change of season 3, episode 1-2, 'Tears of Uther Pendragon'
Pairings: Nothing is intended as romance, but there are Merthur and Mergana elements if you take it that way. Otherwise only friendships (and enemies).
Spoilers: Basically up to season 3 episode 1-2.
Summary: "Merlin is unsure if he's feeling regret. The battle has raged for hours "Arrest him!" cries the king."
Disclaimer: 'Merlin' is property of BBC and I make no claims, profits or money by doing this. I've written this as a work of fan-fiction, to be read freely for entertainment. By writing this I don't gain anything, but the pleasure to write. When I'm finished I'll return all the characters safe and sound Um, wait a minute, maybe not all of them.
A complete 3-chapter story first published on fanfiction.net late last year. I am currenly working on a cont
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Category: Merlin BBC
Pairing(s): will be Merlin/Arthur, possible allusions to Merlin/knight(s)
Genre(s): humour, romance
Warnings: slash (male/male) and pre-slash
Summary: "It started when Merlin turned himself into a kitten (an accident, he swears!) and went downhill from there, especially as Arthur has to weedle him from gushing kitchen maids, plotting knights and a cunning Morgana AND keep this a secret from his father. Merlin really was an idiot who let himself get turned into a bloody cat."
Originally posted at FF.net under the same penname and title, work in progress.
Set before season 2, after season 1, with a good Morgana. I miss her. I also disregard whatever Gwen/Arthur romantic advances that's been going on, sorry if you're fans of that pairing.
A prince's best friend
Chapter one: In which Merlin has an accident (...no, not that kind of accident!)
Large blue eyes, uncanny on that face too intelligent and sharp and steady stared u
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Gwaine Sees It
It all starts with the egg.
It's but a mention, a short whisper, but suddenly, the whole of Camelot is on edge and awaiting their new young King's decision. Will he even make one regarding the egg? Will he attempt to find it or ignore its existence? Have it destroyed?
Gwaine is not a stupid man. Thus, he knows to back off when Arthur and his manservant have one of their arguments or lovers' tiff which Gwaine usually calls them but he's glared down violently then. (If glares could leave bruises, the knight would by now be little more than a black and blue pulp).
Arthur has been quite sensitive all since his father's demise, but still, he's not shown the same kind of hatred towards magic as his father. No desire to behead at first sight. This, Gwaine takes as a good sign. A very good sign. Having grown up mostly travelling from town to town, often without plans of what to do or why, he's seen a lot of things including magic. Both
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 9: In which there's falling out, coming down and making up
It was late and his front was soaked when he came back home. Percival (probably on Arthur's orders) had insisted on 'escorting' him all the way Merlin was terribly annoyed and angry with Arthur still, and therefore a bit annoyed with Percival though the knight was only following the commands of said prince. In fact the gesture was rather sweet.
But it also meant he couldn't take a detour, go somewhere private and use his magic for awhile to take out his frustration, nor could he free his (by now extremely twitchy) ears and tail. He settled to kicking a stray small rock down the corridor, grumbling about stubborn bigheaded dollopheads. The knight lingered by the physician's door. Merlin wondered if he planned to sleep out there on the stone floor, if Arthur had ordered it. Stupid princely orders. Stupid prats.
Gaius wasn't, for once, buried to the nose in an old script or stran
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Author's note: I struggled with this chapter, especially the first scene, so I'm still not a hundred percent pleased with it. I've got the following one-two chapters planned out quite thoroughly, so I hope to be able to update and finish this story soon. (Oh, and readers of 'A Prince's best friend': I'm working on it, I swear.)
Long Live the King 
"They will reach us by mid-day in tomorrow. Another patrol just returned," Sir Leon says, distressed. He is standing before the prince in the hall, several others waiting around them. Knights, soldiers, ordinary guards, council members, a few servants who aren't busy elsewhere. The prince has held a short, straight-forward speech he's never been one for riddles and drawn-out monologues about the situation. He's quickly assessed the situation.
Merlin stands somewhere behind him: Arthur can sense him, but still not see him.
"Are we sure of their numbers?"
"The scouts report up to seven thousand, milord. They'
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 6: In which the prince in shining armour rescues his princess, err, servant
The forest had darkened and it was difficult to discern what lay within the shadows in front of him.
He found a speck of light just a few hundred meters from the city gates: close enough to run back to Camelot within a couple of minutes if he had to, but too far away to be seen or heard by the guards. Guards which were probably a bit unfocused, as he'd managed to sneak past them with such ease. (He'd have to work on the city security, definitely.)
It wasn't his first concern though. Merlin was in danger: he had to get to him quick. The ransom note he and Gwen had found directed him to a small clearing nearby a stream. He took a moment to survey the situation before stepping into the clearing. The captors had gathered around a torch three men, as far as he could see - and were muttering quietly amongst themselves. Their clothes were dark and dirty, faces covered and h
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Author's note: Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Pre-slash, Merlin/Arthur. AU, assuming that Arthur knows about the dragon and has gone down to visit it in the past. And pure silliness and slashy goodness because TSD (the slash dragon) ships Merthur and I couldn't resist. That's my only excuse, really. See description for full info.
Conversations with a dragon:
On princes, destinies and idiots
"When you talked about merlin and destiny and all that, I thought I thought you meant the bird! The bloody bird like a metaphor for luck or freedom or something!"
The dragon looked very amused. "A bird? To be your destiny? You think too low of me, young Pendragon."
"I can't believe this!" Arthur cried in dismay. "Not only is he a complete clumsy stupid idiot, a bloody peasant who's got no idea of respect or anything, but a warlock too, supposedly the one the help me unite and rule Albion (destiny and coins and yadda ya
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Amber struggled with their artificial cage. She had one foot on one bar while she pulled on another, trying to pry them open.
"It's obviously not going to work. Those bars are probably made of steel." Bookworm said.
"It can't be. If a cartoon character made them, then it can't be real, right?" Amber asked. Blank stares were all she got. "It sounded a lot smarter in my head..." she trailed off when she saw something - a small gap between the wall and a bar. She put her head through, then her shoulders, then pulled the rest of her body out.
"Yeah, I can fit into some pretty small spaces..." Amber said.
"You have to find where they're all coming from. Destroy it if you can." Bookworm said. Amber nodded and crept out of the room. She kept to the wall as she descended the stairs. It got darker the further down she went, so soon she had to feel her way down. The red glow of an EXIT sign glinted off her glasses. She leaned against the door and opened it as quie
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A man wearing heavy boots and carrying a large gun patrolled the Disneyland grounds. He was sent to make sure the park was completely empty. He looked up to the darkening sky. It wasn't even 4 o'clock yet and the sky looked like it was much later, which was a good sign.
"The boss should be getting here soon." He thought. After one more round, he smirked with satisfaction and went back to base.
A dark figure appeared in front of the castle. He glanced up then rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Oy, what yutz would make a castle pink?" He spotted a pile of equipment against the wall of the tunnel going through the castle. "I guess they don't need this any more." He said. He sent a fireball towards the pile, which was turned into a flaming pile of ash, melted metal, and plastic.
"Burn the whole castle down, why don't ya?!... oh, Hades, it's you." Hades gave the voice's owner an annoyed glance. "I thought one of the girls escaped and were trying to burn the castle down."
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GROUP #1: AMBER AND BOOKWORM
"I really hope we don't find anything." Bookworm said. "Sorry, but what Dazzled and Amarah caught was way too creepy." Bookworm and Amber stood in the entrance to Tomorrowland.
"Well, this place isn't going to investigate itself." Amber said, taking a few steps in. "Not yet, anyway." she joked. Bookworm followed. They looked around the rides, but all they found were a few cents and a half-eaten corndog.
"Let's look around Star Tours." Amber said.
"Are you sure?" Bookworm asked.
"We kind of have to." Amber replied.
"Fine, but if anything moves, I'm outta there. " They entered the dark building, using the camera light to see where they were going. They looked over every inch of the building, even up to where the doors open to the ride.
"I don't see anything here. Let's check out Innoventions and we'll be done." The girls walked over to the building that held the Innoventions attraction. Bookworm looked over at Space Mountain.
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"Shortest way to the park, yeah right!" Sonic said angrily. The girls stared at the swamp in front of them.
"If anything moves, run." Amarah said.
"Or climb." Amber said, motioning to the twisted cypresses dripping with Spanish moss. They walked along tree roots, trying to keep as dry as possible. Battling mosquitoes and moss tangling in their hair, they made their way across the swamp. A catfish jumped out of the water in front of them, causing them to scream. "Hey, look, dinner!" Amber tried to joke, but they were all a little on edge.
"What's that?" Eugenie asked, pointing to a glow in the distance.
"Swamp gas?" Carina asked. They made their way to an area of dry land, though it was still muddy from the swamp's humidity. They followed the glow and saw that it was a boat - up in a tree! A short, old woman wearing white robes was walking towards them.
"Hello, girls." she said.
"Mama Odie. We're lucky we found you. Villains are taking over Disneyland. If we don't stop them, they'll tak
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"I'm so bored!" Amarah said.
"Me, too." Dazzled replied.
"Beats being fried by Hades, though." Bookworm said.
"True." A few girls agreed. All of a sudden, the re was a puff of smoke as Hades appeared in the room once more.
"Hello, ladies, Didja miss Hades?" The girls rolled their eyes at his lame rhyme. Bookworm hung her head in a half-achieved facepalm. "Jeez, is this an audience or a mosaic? Anyways, we have this plan, a real estate venture, if you will, but you girls are in the way, so you get two choices. Join us or spend eternity in the River Styx."
"We'll never join you!" Eugenie yelled.
"Oh, well. I'm sure your family will miss you when you're gone." Hades replied. "Now, say your goodbyes, babes. You're taking a swim in the Styx. Pain! Panic!" Two creatures appeared before him.
"You called, your flamefullness?" the fat, pink one said while saluting.
"Yeah, dump these girls in the Styx, will ya?" he said.
"NO!" All eyes rested on Amber. Hades glared at her.
"Woah, woah, time out.
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GROUP #3: CARINA AND EUGENIE
NEW ORLEANS SQUARE
Despite the spine-chilling evidence the other groups caught, Carina and Eugenie were eager to check out the Haunted Mansion.
"How about we do Pirates first?" Carina asked. "That way we can do the best for last."
"What about the water?" Eugenie asked. Carina opened a janitor's closet and found some trash bags. She put her legs in the trash bags and taped up the top with duct tape.
"Ta-da!" Carina said. Eugenie smiled.
"Smart!" Eugenie did the same and the girls went into the ride. At first, it was hard to get over the many boats waiting to be boarded, but they were able to move them out of the way so they could get around.
"Watch your step." Carina said. The girls slowly walked through the foot-deep water, careful not to slip. They inched their way forward until they got to the first drop. "Should we go down there?"
"I don't know. We'll be walking in the water a lot." Eugenie said.
"Yeah, but we can climb onto the displays if we get
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GROUP #3: CARINA & EUGENIE
"I say we look in Critter Country first, since it's smaller." Carina said, looking at a brochure with a map of the park. They had to move through New Orleans Square to get to Critter Country. Eugenie stared at the Haunted Mansion as they passed by.
"I can't wait 'til we go in there." She said.
"Yeah, me, too." Carina answered. They were talking about their favorite parts of Haunted Mansion when they got to their first spot. "There's not much here, so we should do this fast." The girls searched for anything that might look suspicious. They took a look through the Winnie the Pooh ride, but found nothing out of the ordinary. They were walking out when they heard something in the bushes by the exit.
"What's that?" Eugenie asked. The girls slowly made their way towards the bushes. Out of the blue, a white cat ran out, causing the girls to scream.
"Oh, my god that scared me!" Carina laughed.
"I know!" Eugenie laughed with her.
"Want to go loo
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Ignore the prickling feeling on your neck. Ignore the cold chill running up your spine.
She's standing there in a flowing white gown. Eyes hollow and skin rotten.
Left, right. Left, right. To the table at the end of the hall. There's a key. Grab it, quick!
Now she's in the doorway to your right. Don't look! Turn left and open the door.
Up the stairs you go to the attic. She's now at the foot of the stairs. Use the key.
The door creaks open. She's standing next to an old coatrack.
Over to the open window. The curtains are waving, beckoning you to it. Flowing like her dress.
The night sky is black as night, the stars glittering. No.
The stars are teeth, the sky an open mouth. The curtains her gown.
She swallows you up.
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WOLFGIRL & SONIC
Wolfgirl and Sonic looked around. Carefully checking that the trash cans near them weren't going to chase them, they set foot in Fantasyland.
"So, where do we look first?" Sonic asked.
"I don't care, as long as nothing chases us again." They walked around the grounds, which reminded them of a five-year-old's bedroom.
"So, who do you think would want to do all this? I mean, they can't just be coincidences." Sonic said.
"What I was wondering, was what happens if we find him? Do we call the police?" Wolfgirl asked.
"I know, huh? Will they really believe us?" Sonic wondered. Both girls stopped walking. "It's kind of scary, isn't it?" They looked at each other with worried looks. Suddenly, Sonic whipped her head and then her camera towards a ride.
"What?" Wolfgirl asked.
"I thought I saw " she didn't finish her sentence as she walked towards a brightly-colored stand. Wolfgirl followed her, looking around the place, making sure nothing was following t
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GROUP #4: AMARAH & DAZZLED
BIG THUNDER MTN.
Amarah and Dazzled were walking through Frontierland when they got distracted. There was a stand selling hats, toys, and snacks. Like kids in a toy store, they went towards it and tried some hats on. Amarah put on a Goofy hat.
"Does this hat make my head look big?" she joked. "So, where do we go first?" she asked while looking through the snacks.
"I don't know." Dazzled said. They then walked away from the stand and around until they came to the beginning of the queue for Big Thunder Mountain.
"Want to run around in there?" Amarah asked.
"But we're supposed to be investigating." Dazzled said.
"We will! We'll see if anything is in there and have some fun while doing it." The girls ran through the queue and got to the ride itself. The train waiting to be boarded was named U.R. Bold. "Is the evil train named I.E. Choo?" she joked. The two crawled over the train and walked along the tracks. When they came to a dark tunnel, they hesitated.