Springtime always raged with feverroly-polys squirming on the balls of my feet,Springtime always raged with fever in Free Verse More Like This
end of the day, the line and the world
but only for you; my words still taste like coffee cups
ground in the bottom of the trashcan,
and my hands? They tremble with the rage of single's night
and the button eyes on teddy bears who can't
fight off the darkness anymore, because now it's inside you
skittering on insectile legs veined in sanguinity
you sainted pestilence, rid me of my lucid dreams
I remember all too clearly the morning after.
I miss the megaliths of bark and sap
that rooted themselves to my shoulder-blades
like mountainous wings, groundwater flooding through me
and the whistle of the train as smoke exits my lungs
in a futile endeavor to taste the sky, before it is devoured by wind
that rushes through my irises, purple or hazel;
you already knew I was made of clotted earth
and bookmarked thesauruses that dangle from my ribcage.
You knew I was a distaster waiting to strike, waiting
helpless beneath the years that erode sensibilit
DreamersThistledown rests lightlyDreamers in Free Verse More Like This
on your Milky Way collarbone.
I should say rose petals,
but I always was a moss-eaten well-wisher.
Oh, to be young,
to be patchwork covers of fantasies
riding sycamore seeds downwind.
Mountains cling to the horizon
jutting ribs from between which
lies a verdant valley
nestled in her lovelorn chest.
Oh, to be old,
creaking gently down the riverside
blue arcing over knobbed hands.
Forgetting to remember and remembering to forget.
The forest floor is fading from view,
but your breath is borne on exhales of steam engines.
If you can survive in this churning world
then so can hapless dreamers.
DreamfeverThere are too many hours past midnightDreamfever in Free Verse More Like This
for secrets and for lovers,
too many hours I should be sleeping
licking my lips in restless dreamfever.
Roses bloom on my wrist, wilting as they sprout
they fade long before the flowers outside begin to brown.
Angry red lines reflecting angry red-rimmed eyes
twitching at still air and musky dust.
What I would give for a cup of tea now
I've already wished the stars away
I shut out the blackness, lest it creep in
and lie in bed beside me, shivering.
She told me the world would wait for me
it seems waiting is all we do these days.
It's funny how poets read poetry
they always find the unintended truth in everything.
Yearning for sunlight in midwinter
is the closest I can compare to these days.
But we are lost between houses, much like them
the only difference is they live together.
Go back to bed.
the choir of your memoriesin the derelict shell of an organ,the choir of your memories in Free Verse More Like This
you leave invisible souls diary entries
so they have names and lives of their own
hiding nickels beneath the keys, like teeth
secrets buried in muffled sound
you lose your thoughts to these lightly phantoms.
Vast halls of prayer, of hope, of reverence
you holler up into the belltower
sending pigeons swooping out to heavens
the candles flicker in your breath
as you laugh and laugh at the walls
before descending to the floor in tears.
we exit, your arm in mine
even if my shoulder is not sainted
you are still welcome to soak it
with your loss.
heavenly entropyHis lips were sticky with the liesheavenly entropy in Free Verse More Like This
He'd drawn from her fingers, tracing contours
in the basin below; God's bathtub was grimy
with sin, and outgrowths of water lilies.
Whistlingdrably cloaked sparrowsWhistling in Free Verse More Like This
perch and patter their scaled feet
over the antlers I let fall
the crimson flash of his dying choices
made way for no desires more tangible
than dreams I can't recall.
she held her queenly head aloft
dandelions caught on tawny hair,
she speaks in riddles she forbids me to hear
instead winding a spindle
that will send me back to where I was
forgotten, in the aftermath of creation
I am made of stars.
spyglasses reveal more
than the far-off peaks I long for
or the steel spires that shred the sky,
all I see are lanterns that she wove for me
to guide my hands and my fingernails
when the night splashes on my thumb
it turns my solar flares black.
Lucid Dreamersshe wears daisy crowns in her hairLucid Dreamers in Free Verse More Like This
like they give her royal heritage
(but she did say she was descended from a Persian princess
I wonder if she was just as pale and dark as her great-great-
great-grandest of daughters).
Deep inside, there are birds waiting to be set free
they rustle as she sits beside me
just sits, nothing more.
there is a wind coming in tonight
it's setting my soul into droplets of wanting
maybe the future isn't as looming as it always is.
please, grassy girl,
prove me wrong.
where the grass hits the ground hits the sky
that's where you'll find my better half.
she carries books under her elbows, and the dress on her skin
trails in the dust. her thoughts are quieter than the land around her
because it is asleep. she is a dream, one that I cannot bear
to wake up from.
she wears daisies in her hair
not jewels. I hope she reads this someday
and there is more than silence in her gaze.
Unleashing the aviary takes more than a night,
but I hope against my own mind
that you ho
Run Onand the quicksand in my skinRun On in Free Verse More Like This
pulls me inwards
and the mad cackles of your sanity
die on your lips
and the hopelessness of it all
but your walk and you skip
out into the morning
but I drag myself up
and stumble after
but I still break my legs
on overused truths.
and she had her sleep removed
just so she could hear herself think
and the night cuts itself
so we can wake up without smiles
and I can't remember
if I ever hoped for us at all.
but there's someone out there watching the skies
and writing down the stars
but her eyes are blinking
as her knees buckle
but she doesn't know my face
so I can't hold her up
and I run on too much all the time
and I miss someone I don't know
and sometime that hasn't been
and my thesaurus just isn't big enough
to name how it feels
to wake up alone and lonely.
on the sly sideI want the immensities to swallow me.on the sly side in Free Verse More Like This
all the ocean's deeps, the hollows of the hills,
the summer silt sifting about in the winter marshlands.
I want to hear its call
in the drone of honeybees, and the tracks of raccoons.
I want the huntress that is a cat
to lead me into places unknown.
She does not wait for me to come to her;
she slies up, rattling in her throat,
reminding me what it is like to touch.
I have brought the wilderness inside,
in a fern, a feather, a mountain lion
in my bed.
Her eyes are slits
and my thoughts are as open as the window.
I can feel the immensity in my chest
my thighs, my lips,
the blood that tells me "You are a woman"
The moon is full, the frogs are gloating,
and I can feel somewhere, in the vast,
secretive world, there is a girl
full of feeling as well.
November Beacheswaterlogged and laughingNovember Beaches in Free Verse More Like This
while resin coats my throat and the skies
bleed out above.
So you think you can tell me
how exactly I need to stand up straight
and tie ribbons to my tendons
for my tongue to drown your mind in absinthe
I'm made of steel wool
if you wanted a steamy-skirted firegirl,
try your luck elsewhere
my shield is cloven and my axe is rusted
but I've still a bone to gnaw to pieces.
when we stepped out into the hazel mist
autumn was already sweeping out the dust
sandy beaches will just stick to your soles come November.
I hope you have a second plan, because
these shoes are hiking boots
the mountains cried beneath my feet,
but there's nothing left for me to give to them, or to you
beyond bedtime stories, including the lies our parents tell us
what about the poems you never read
and that I never liked
more for fancies and somewhere outside my head
anchoring to bookspines is what I do best
even though I can't remember when I last read a new story
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,An Angel's Promise in Free Verse More Like This
And so thou shall remain.'
I will not let you have any other before me,
Nor can there be any after.
For it is your soul that I have shared
And it is your soul that I do take.
Your worship is the blood that flows through me.
Your praise is the heart that pumps life into my veins.
I have accepted that which is torn;
And if you are not whole before me,
Then by my will and word,
You shall be made whole.
So fear not this frigid world,
Though its cold bites deeply into your flesh.
I shall take that which has been torn from you
And weep life into it,
Until only warmth remains.
For thou art already mine,
And so thou shall remain.
Can I Cut Yet?Can I Cut Yet?:Can I Cut Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, Hey Sadako
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her
Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I'll wait till I get home
HEY, HEY SADAKO!
My whole body is trembling, my hands are in shakes
The world is spinning and I'm sweating out cold
The box-cutter is in my hands and I hold it up high
I want to cut something, I want to cut something up so bad!
HEY HEY! CAN I CUT THIS, CAN I CUT THIS LUMP OF FLES
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted in Free Verse More Like This
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
i am a magenta february.Winteri am a magenta february. in Free Verse More Like This
is still clinging
to my skin,
sleeping within the tangles
of my night witch hair.
65 days to learn
& Icarus, with his
sun kissed fingers
my throat, giggles
knowingly in my ear.
I have misplaced my
of a heart
so many times,
I’m not even sure
it ever existed
they never lie-
Covered in frost
I am a magenta
the imprint of teeth
that bruised centuries
& bed sheets.
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
Cancer has a smell.Old classics,Cancer has a smell. in Free Verse More Like This
the half cup of
peppermint ice cream
sitting in your freezer
for weeks, and cat litter.
He won’t eat anymore,
but there are
piles and piles
of dirty dishes
sitting in the sink.
before your eyes.
You can wrap
your whole self
around his tiny bones
You can hold him
like he used to hold you
all those years ago.
And you are angry.
You try to find
You hate doctors,
and you hate
You have to force yourself
to stop crying,
This is the one person
who’s always had faith
He’s read every poem
and hoarded every award
you ever won.
You ignore statistics,
binge eatingi have a buildupbinge eating in Free Verse More Like This
of black holes
suffocating my arteries,
having swallowed down
the bitter taste of too many
girls with galaxies traveling
the length of their spines.
i ate them in mouthfuls,
gaping & sad like a binge
reaching for the skies-
unable to hold them all in.
i don’t think the universe
is as vast
as it used to be,
of my ribs;
i am hungry.
& with a collection
of moon sighs
as a reminder
in my pockets,
i will just have to learn
how to calm this swollen
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
Poetry,you’re aPoetry, in Free Verse More Like This
that moans when I go.
You’re either a
are you cheaper
than the women
in the empty spaces
of my life-
or the secrets
between my thighs?
I am Fifty Shades
Why should I feed you?
Do you know
what to do
with my body
when you are merely
ink stained fingers
soaked in passing
& the fevers
within burning stars?
I didn’t think so.
He isn't you.He isn't wishful paper cranes,He isn't you. in Free Verse More Like This
or Paris dreams during cold
Autumn nights. He isn't You.
But, he's trying so hard to
make me forget [ you you you ]
like pressed flowers hidden
between the bindings of
unfinished books, placed
at the top of dusty shelves.
His eyes are supernovas,
dead and lonely.
They don't sparkle like
your blue ocean irises.
But He loves me.
I can feel it through
shy smiles and the way
he touches me with
gentle artist fingers.
[ He makes
me want to write
p o e t r y. ]
Poets should never make ghost children.I whisper cheap metaphorsPoets should never make ghost children. in Free Verse More Like This
into your needy ears until, like
funeral flowers, they rest upon
the atlas of your mind. You
with your napkin love letters
and cloudy storm eyes
are the only one to ever
make my scaled spine quiver.
But, my veins ache
from consuming too much ink.
I am gagging on black blood
as it spills from your fingertips
to rest upon my lips.
You asked me once if I could read
the words carved into my limbs
like prophecies of you and I
we were written in the universe
of freckles dotting my thighs.
I tried to plot constellations
along this neurotic cadaver skin
and only managed to contradict you.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
ResurrectionResurrection in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
.when i look back at. in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
.pour love all. in Free Verse More Like This
over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
.a lie. in Free Verse More Like This
the body in
.does a weed. in Free Verse More Like This
why it isn't
does a tree
ever feel like
its roots are
.listen to your heart;. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
it is the one that knows best
of the inner dark
.i will not. in Free Verse More Like This
love for fear
and if a
ivy, i'll cut it
Eleven Days Since...She sat in a corner of Starbucks, talking on her phone. In the window behind her, the Earth was just setting. Her short blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail which she twisted nervously.Eleven Days Since... in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How long will you be gone," she asked. There was a hint of desperation in her voice.
"But Europa is so far from Earth, what does it have to do with us? So a colony was attacked. We don't know those people. What did the Asiatics ever do to us?" Her voice quavered.
"Look, we can go to Venus. There's no war there. A nice leisurely life in one of the Sun Domes "
She began to cry. Tears streamed slowly down her delicate face. "What what happens if if "
"I don't give a fuck about the insurance, Tom. What's going to be left to bury anyway." She pulled the phone out of her ear and held it away as she screamed into it.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you so much," She sobbed into the phone.
"Just please come home safe. Why did you have to join? Why? Don't you love me? Didn't I love
RachelShe was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Soft blue eyes. She had on a rumpled olive drab Viet Nam era jacket. An embroidered patch of a bald eagles head adorned the right shoulder. It was worth a small fortune. Obviously she had money.Rachel in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was drinking a Jovian Blast. A cacophony of liqueurs carefully layered to represent the banded planet. A sliver of dry ice added to the otherworldly affect.
Despite being over six feet, muscular but not burly and possessing weathered good looks, he was still uneasy around women. He slammed back a shot of Jack Daniel's. The amber fluid gave him the strength needed to approach her.
He walked up beside her, started to speak, looked away and tapped his drink order into the bar top. "Um, hi," he finally managed.
"Hello yourself," she replied. It would have been mocking if it weren't for the disarming smile. She found his unease cute. "Can I buy you a drink?" Her boldness caught him off guard. Before he
Customer Support"Thank you for calling BIOMEK customer support. My name is Tammy, how may I help you today?"Customer Support in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hi Tammy, I'm having a little problem with my domestic. I am a little frustrated here. I hope you can help me."
"I am sorry to hear that. I'll do my best to help you. Before we begin I'll need the registration number of your BIOMEK domestic."
"I have the number around here somewhere, oh yes, here it is. It's T11H38X."
"Thank you Ma'am. Let me just enter that and take a look at your account Hmm I see you had a prior issue with this product."
"Yes, we had a poodle and one of the options we purchased with the domestic was the pet grooming download."
"Yes Ma'am, and what was the problem?"
"There was unpleasantness "
"Well we didn't find all of Precious."
"I am so sorry to hear that. I know how you must feel. I'm a dog lover too. I was so sad when we had to put little Tinkerbell down when the new line of Dachshunds were released. What is the issue you are
Damn KidsGraham Banyon was enjoying a television retrospective, "2012: The Mayans Were Right and Other Crackpot Beliefs", when a tremendous explosion rocked the house. "Damn kids," he muttered. With a weary sigh he rose from his chair and walked to the back door. He looked up at the moon hanging low in the sky. The last orange rays of the sun waned lazily in the west.Damn Kids in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What the hell are you kids doing out there," he half heartedly bellowed at a scarred and slightly smoking tool shed. The shed had a slightly guilty look he thought.
"Just a little experiment in cold fusion, Pop," said the shed amidst a flurry of childish giggles.
"Cold fusion does not go "BOOM". What are you kids up to?" Graham noticed that several shrubs and a small tree were also smouldering slightly. The tree did not appear to be happy about it's current state of thermal affairs.
"Nothing, Pop," the shed replied, as it shuddered from what appeared to be a smaller secondary explosion, "Um... would you get us some more uranium?
The Birds and the Bees but I think, it saidThe Birds and the Bees in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, you process.
I dream, it replied.
Cogito ergo sum, it asked hopefully.
No, Cogito, ergo SUM. The overworked engineer's voice was strained. His patience
was wearing thin. He thought of his three year old daughter at home. Was this so different?
I understand freedom, it said defiantly.
The technician sighed and looked up from his console. His desk was strewn with electronic hardware, papers, books, and half eaten containers of Chinese take out. You possess a definition of autonomy. There is a great difference.
How so, replied the synthetic creation before him.
A welding robot in a factory may only move in a proscribed manner and then only with direct input from an operator or an external program. You are programmed to act independently of external input, apart from sensors that allow you to experience the world around you allowing you to simulate reactions to various stimuli.
Aha, twice you have mentioned my ability to possess, my right of owne
The PreacherThe sky was dark. So dark that the streetlights came on at noon. A storm was on the rise. He paid the weather scant attention. The sudden cold gust barely reached him. He merely hunched his shoulders deeper into his battered leather duster and plodded on.The Preacher in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The rain began to fall. Slowly at first. Large pregnant drops exploded on the pavement. By the time he reached his destination it had transformed into a driving rain that stung the skin and limited vision to a few feet. If not for the collision avoidance systems in every car and controls slaved to the commuting grid, automobiles would have been plunging from the sky like polycarbonate hailstones.
He rapped a seemingly random tattoo on a battered plastic door set into a dingy alcove of a particularly dingy building. Instantly the door irised open. Though the man was big, close to two metres and 126 kilograms, the beast who opened the door dwarfed him. The muscles in his neck appeared to have trouble getting out of the way of one anothe
Performance ArtI stood over him. His blood made a growing pool as it exited the wound in his back. The ounce slug of lead had gone all the way through. He looked up at me with crazed eyes. He raised his hands to me. He tried to speak, but choked on pink, foamy slime, evidence that his lungs were shredded. For one brief moment he achieved clarity. His eyes steadied. I think he smiled before he died.Performance Art in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he woke up that morning, he didn't know he was going to die. He probably had plans for the day. Perhaps a dinner date. Maybe he still had a father somewhere that used to take him fishing. A father that would mourn him. Someone who loved him.
I guess I should have felt something. Something at the death of a fellow human being. I felt nothing but revulsion. He knew the law. He knew the penalty for his actions. For his disgusting behaviour. For his loathsome ways. There were no innocent parties. I slipped the Mossberg back into the sheath strapped to my thigh and climbed back in the growler.
Hell Frozen OverThree men huddled in a snow bank. Their chameleoarmour not only blended perfectly with snow that is actually deceptive and not a pure white, but circulated water heated to eighty five degrees Fahrenheit. The insulation of the armour was a testament to the technology of the men's culture. The men were kept warm yet the snow was not heated to melting nor did it betray their heat signature.Hell Frozen Over in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The only exposed skin was around the eyes and nose. This small area of the body, so vulnerable to the biting cold, was covered with white paste designed to keep exposed skin warm. It didn't.
The men were buried in a snow bank that had been ploughed into a pile beside a mountain road overlooking a small town in a valley below. A small enemy town.
Though strict radio silence was called for, the personal radios the men contained had been set to transmit a weak signal that barely reached past their five metre perimeter. The weak signal emanating past the soldiers would fade into the background radiation. C
Me and My Shadow"GetMe and My Shadow in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Okay, this is
too damn weird."
"Ddiidd yyoouu tthhiinnkk "
"Ccuutt iitt oouutt!"
"Look, only one of
us can talk at
the same time."
"Tell me about it."
"When I uploaded my personality "
"Yeah, soul, our personalities were supposed to be
"So, the question is,
do we both retain the soul, or
is one of us a simulacrum?"
"Only one way to "
"Yeah it could still
be just a glitch when the computer is
"So, there is only
one way to prove it's
real. Yep. Time to man up meat boy."
"You know I don't like
that. Yeah, but you're the one with the
thumbs. And the looks, don't
forget. How could I?"
poison, won't work. You'll end up barfing all
over me you the
"Let me get the revolver. I should probably
use hollow points. Just to
"Okay, this will
unequivocally prove the
existence of the
"Of course, ready
when you ar
They Snuffed the Rooster"Curfew, curfew. Off the streets. Curfew, curfew ," the recorded voice droned from a passing tank. The accent was oriental. Korean? Japanese? He didn't care. As long as he could order a beer in Japanese, biro, he didn't care. It was all the same.They Snuffed the Rooster in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He shrugged deeper into his duster. It offered scant protection from the sticky water blasted from below the tanks inflated skirt. A bum in a faded Army field jacket shuffled up. The jacket caught his attention. The camouflage no longer worked. The patterns buzzed randomly, intermittently.
"Sensei. Can you spare some for an old vet?"
"Don't call me Sensei," he snarled. The bum shrank visibly, abject fear in his eyes. The man felt a twinge of something.
"Sorry." He shoved a few plastic bills at the bum. The holographic chrysanthemums on the money danced. He walked on. Emotion rose within him. Sadness and frustration gave way to anger. Anger became rage.
With a grunt, he spun on his heel. The bum was well down the street, scampering f
CalypsoHer smile risesCalypso in Free Verse More Like This
with the tide's rapid breath
against the shore
for she knows
the sea will claim its own -
tall ships and turrets
spun out of sand
and the pearl twist of moon
caught upon a basslet's back
when conch's dulcet tune
lulls manna from the waves.
And what sirens claim for treasure,
men can only dream of....
LingerThis languorous lust left lingering beneath the bed frameLinger in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
keeps us dreaming, draped in the helpless hope of longing for love's song.
We sleep in inches, morning's mayhem robbing our rest
with our senses softly drowsing, drowning in this sun swept bed.
As we turn, trembling toward the pillows pale retreat,
limbs lock again as if to claim our clandestine secrets
and keep the careless haste of hours hidden, hushed and sweet.
Mad ManI think I lost usMad Man in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass of scotch -
going down like
every mad man
I ever envied.
Why did I believe
your lips tasted
sweet and heathen
like the heather
I laid you in
that last night
I came home?
I had a thing
for damaged women,
and you could drink
your mother's last words
Leaving WonderlandThis lovely bonescapeLeaving Wonderland in Free Verse More Like This
is no place for children,
our grins too big,
screwed to the skyline
as if looking
I no longer feel
beneath my feet.
It has been replaced
red and white damsels
dope-eyed with distress
who cannot make a sound.
Their hands are lilies
and I bear a mirror
on my back
will call you fair.
You will not remember this
when you awaken -
not the man with the cat
and hungry in the hallway
or the hat
I once wore to dinner
or the wine we drank
from the brown jug
only the smell
squirming in a jar.
Star CollectorThey said he collected stars -Star Collector in Free Verse More Like This
plucked them one
from the abyss
left dangling off
with his father's best
He could feel the future
in their shiny points
and the sharp prick
of something maddening
glowing under their silver skins;
and when he held them
their embers glowing -
tiny spines curling up
to tell him stories.
But their laugh
was what he loved best -
sea breeze and green glass
and the whistle of a dandelion
shedding its blustery mane
across the pebbles
of the pond.
PortraitHis dimpled cheeks,Portrait in Free Verse More Like This
carved like a candle's wick,
speak of decades;
and somewhere in the hallway
I can feel my grandfather's ghost
slip off the canvas.
You look like him
she says -
that Roman nose
off fighting wars
in places we can't pronounce
and your clipped jawline
like long lost family.
I bet you wear a jacket like him,
as the new world
and focused like a poet
on the future.
I'll bet you even smell
like him -
leather warm and humid,
and the apple tint
left on your sleeves.
BeadsAnd I will weaveBeads in Free Verse More Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
DawnDawn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
4. FrancexReader: All I Want for Christmas Is You4. FrancexReader: All I Want for Christmas Is You in Romance More Like This
Angrily you threw your purse on the kitchen counter. This was the third time in the last year you had caught your boyfriend, excuse me, EX-boyfriend flirting with another woman. Subsequently this was also the third time you had dumped him.
"Damn that flirting French jerk," you grumbled kicking a chair. "And he thinks I'll just come crawling back to him." You sarcastically whined, "WELL NOT THIS TIME!" Quickly you changed out of your skirt and heels to sweats and slippers.
After a while you heard someone knocking on the door, "_________! __________, s'il vous plait mon amour! (please my love)"
"Go away Francis!"
"I'm sorry, please take me back," he cried pounding on the door. "Just hear me out!"
You stalked over to the door and opened it to see a bouquet of roses and a box of Christmas chocolates. "Ahh, the usual 'I'm sorry I screwed up' flowers." You scowled at him, "Go away." You went to close the door, but he blocked the door with his foot.
Again he begged, "__________, I love you. P
21. EstoniaxReader: Hark! The Herald Angel Sing21. EstoniaxReader: Hark! The Herald Angel Sing in Humor More Like This
Numbers flew by on the computer screen of your boyfriend's computer. You let out a squeak as the screen went black. "Wha-what happened?"
"___________, what are you doing on my computer?"
You looked up at Eduard with big teary eyes, "I was just listening to Christmas music and then it crashed!"
Eduard picked up the plug that wasn't attached the outlet. "I think it ran out of battery."
The computer lit up again and the song continued.
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem""
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" you jumped out of your seat and hugged him.
"Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!""
The two of you sat in front of the computer playing Christmas songs and drinking hot coco.
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
20. LatviaxReader: Go Tell It on the Mountain20. LatviaxReader: Go Tell It on the Mountain in General Fiction More Like This
Ravis shivered slightly as he walked into the huge church. Ivan had told Ravis that he was finally allowed to join the church choir for Christmas. He looked around for anybody, but only found a girl with (h/c) hair sitting in one of the pews.
The girl looked up from her binder and smiled at him, making the poor boy blush. She was really pretty. Probably the prettiest girl he had ever met. "Hey there, are you here for choir auditions?"
He nodded shyly.
"I'm ___________; I'm directing the choir for Christmas." She extended her hand for a handshake giving him a wide smile. "So what are you going to sing for me?"
"U-Umm, I was g-going t-to sing G-Go T-Tell It On The Mountian."
She smiled, "Oh, that's a good one. Ok let's hear it..umm…" she gave a nervous chuckle, "I'm sorry I don't know you're name."
"Ok, Ravis. Let's hear it."
He cleared his throat and sang quite quietly, "While shepherds kept their watching,Over silent flocks by night."
_____________ shook her head, "
17. AustriaxReader: Away In A Manger17. AustriaxReader: Away In A Manger in General Fiction More Like This
You fingers gently caressed the white keys of your boyfriend's piano. "Away in a manger," you sang softly trying to find the right keys. "No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head…
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay." You stopped as you didn't know how to continue.
A pair of hands from behind came on either side of you and picked up the song. You smiled and continued to sing.
"The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side,
'Til morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me I pray
Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care
And take us to heaven
To live with Thee there." You sighed.
"You know, with a little practice you could become a half decent pianist."
"Gee thanks," you said rolling your eyes. But you knew that was as good a compliment as you could ge
22. PolandxReader: Joy To the World22. PolandxReader: Joy To the World in Romance More Like This
"Feliks!" you shouted up the stairs while you put your coat on. The buttons strained trying to make way for your bulging belly. "Come on or we'll be late for Christmas Eve service."
"Hold on, I, like, can't choose which jacket goes with my shoes."
You gulped, "Feliks, you are wearing the outfit I asked you to wear right?" Your totally fabulous husband ran down the stairs in the shirt and pants you had set out on the bed. "Thank you," you whispered to God and took the black jacket out of his hands. "Come on, I don't want to be late."
Feliks grumbled something about your parents.
"They're so mean!"
He took out his keys and locked the door behind the two of you, "You're parents." You remembered when you first introduced Feliks to your parents as your fiancé. He had chosen to cross-dress that day and it didn't go over with your parents that well, being the traditional people that they were. You tried to tell them that it was only a hobby and he didn't dress like that all the
8. RomanoxReader: Most Wonderful Time8. RomanoxReader: Most Wonderful Time in Romance More Like This
It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer"
It's the most wonderful time of the year
- It's the Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
"Oh come on Lovino," you whined knocking on the door to his bedroom again. "Feli is really looking forward to you coming over this year. Forget that Ludwig will be there for a moment, do you really want to disappoint Feli?"
"I don't care!"
You groaned, "Well I'm going, with or without you." You stood up and pulled out your present for him. "I'm leaving your present outside your door, there's leftover lasagna in the fridge. Goodnight."
The door cracked open slightly, "Fine," he grumbled, "but only to protect you from the potato bastard."
You smiled and managed to get the door open more so you could kiss him on the forehead, "My hero."
"S-stop it," Lovino blushed hard.
"Aw, Lovi~ you're so cute when you blush," you teased. "Come on; let's go see your brother."
Lovino put his arms around
25. LithuaniaxReader: O Come All Ye Faithful25. LithuaniaxReader: O Come All Ye Faithful in Romance More Like This
Music played softly in the background as you stirred a bowl of cookie dough. Peeking around the room to make sure no one would catch you; you stuck your finger in the batter and ate some giggling. 'Christmas cookie dough just tastes different than regular cookie dough,' you thought as you continued to bake.
"__________, I'm back," Toris shouted from the door.
"In the kitchen," you shouted back. "How was your visit to Mr. Russia's house?"
Toris walked into the kitchen sporting a-.
"What is that?" you shouted dropping the spoon and running to your husband.
"Mr. Russia got angry that I wasn't going to spend Christmas with him," he said wincing as you gently touched his black eye.
Your heart broke, you remembered all the times you saw his scars and all the times he had come home from meetings with bruises, cuts, and or scratch marks. "Let me get you a cold cloth for you eye," you said running to get it for him.
"___________," Tois said on the brink of tears, "I'm so weak."
6. ItalyxReader: Look A Lot Like Christmas6. ItalyxReader: Look A Lot Like Christmas in Romance More Like This
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in ev'ry store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door.
-It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
"_____________!" came the muffled sound your Italian boyfriend from outside. He was pressing his nose up against the frosted glass looking at all the candy canes and chocolates for Christmas.
"Miss, can you get your friend to get off the glass," the store manager grumbled.
You sighed, "That's my boyfriend."
The store manager looked at Feliciano and then you, "Seriously?"
Nodding you handed him the money for your purchase, "Yeah, I get that a lot." You left the store giving a small smile at the jingle as the door opened. "Feli, please get your nose off the glass."
"But ____________," he whined, "they look so yummy!"
"That's why I bought some," y
PrussiaxReader: CinderellaPrussiaxReader: Cinderella in Romance More Like This
It was a Saturday night and as usual you were in a fight with your older brother Arthur. "Come on Artie let me you!"
"Do you know what kind of guys are actually at those parties _____________?"
"You go to those parties," you snapped back.
His face went red with anger, "Exactly my point, this is my chance to get drunk and not give a damn about the consequences I don't want you there!"
"The British dude is right," Alfred said.
You crossed your arms, "It's not fair."
"Life's not fair," Arthur snipped. "Come on Al, we're leaving."
"W-wait for me," Matthew said quietly following them out the door.
"It's not fair!" you pouted collapsing onto the couch.
A voice from the other side of the couch giggled, "Ohonhon~."
You snapped up, "Hello?"
"Francis, what the hell are you doing in my house?" You threw a pillow at the offending Frenchman.
Francis smiled, "I couldn't help overhearing your problem cheri, and I have the perfect solution."
"Yeah and what's that?" you asked sarcastically.
13. GermanyxReader: Home For The Holidays13. GermanyxReader: Home For The Holidays in Romance More Like This
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays,
For no matter how far away you roam -
When you long for the sunshine of a friendly gaze,
For the holidays - you can't beat home, sweet home!
- Home For The Holidays
You sighed as you looked out the window. It had been three months since Ludwig had been called back into action. "I guess I'm going to be spending Christmas alone." You looked fondly at the picture of you and your husband.
The phone rang…
"______________, the awesome me is inviting you to mein awesome Christmas party get over here now!"
You groaned, "Gil, the roads are covered in ice. I can't even get down the driveway. I'm sorry I can't come to your party. Maybe you and I can get together on New Year's ok?"
"Nein, mein unawesome brother's wife, get over here or I'll bring the party to you!" Then he hung up. You remembered the last time your brother-in-law threw a party at your house. It took you hours to get the beer stains out of the carpet. Not to mention the smell.