Baby It's Cold Outside...~*~ WARNING : CONTAINS SOFT, NON-FATAL VORE~*~Baby It's Cold Outside... in Short Stories More Like This
Leaning in I placed a soft kiss upon the forehead of my second oldest daughter. My little Rillen slept snuggled up in her bed, clinging to her teddy bear and purring in her sleep. Setting down the book we had just gotten another two chapters through, I made sure she was tucked in warmly before checking her window. Her whole room was set up now to be a mini defense chamber for her. The window was created so it was unable to be broken or be torn apart and the only lock being for her to lock and unlock from the inside. Right now it was just wide enough for her, very thin frame to wiggle out of it if she wanted too, adults had no chance. Making sure the lock was in place I headed from the room, gently clicking the lock for her before I shut the door.
Again, the only lock was on the inside, no one could tear the door down to get to her. No one could snap the lock.
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part XPart XBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part X in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, was a head of green hair resting by her hand. A large, but human sized hand, rested loosely atop of her's. She carefully moved her hand to touch his hair, the movement alerted the human sized giant that she was awake. As Dominic looked up to Cailyn she smiled, "You know I always wondered if you hair is naturally green or is it dyed."
"You're in a hospital after an attack and you ask about my hair color?"
A weak smile spread on her face, "You're alive and well. The pain I feel says I'm alive, and I've just been wondering."
"Hair dye. I'm a blonde," Dominic rose from his seat to stretch. Cailyn noticed the bandages on his own arm.
"You were stabbed "
"I needed a few stiches, nothing li
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part VIIIPart VIIIBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part VIII in Short Stories More Like This
Since that first night when she cried herself to sleep, Cailyn had not fallen asleep when Dominic was around. Even when human sized he would leave before she went to bed and at his house she went home. Their friendship looked easy going and rather laid back but the truth of the matter was anything but. Cailyn continued to wear her red string hoping to find her soul mate, the problem was she knew she was in love with Dominic. She continued to wear the string because Dominic only wanted to be her friend as far as she knew. Dominic made the excuse that it was hard for giants to tell each other apart when smaller, so finding dates was difficult since dating a human would end awkwardly. He too knew the truth was he fell for Cailyn and he didn't date because he couldn't lie to himself.
As time went on there wasn't a day that they spent apart and the times th
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part IXPart IXBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part IX in Short Stories More Like This
Cailyn felt small and defenseless. Touching the small crystal point necklace did little to reassure her. Her mind kept telling her she was at work, she was safe, nothing was going to happen but those thoughts did little to lessen her nerves. She felt exposed as if someone was watching her every movement. It was odd, but the sensation only really bugged her while at work, she had felt fine when she ran to her apartment for a quick freshening up before rushing off to her work.
Once more she touched the piece of jet around her neck but frankly she just wanted her day to be over with so she could see Dominic. She wanted to talk to him about his earlier words and she wanted to feel safe again. The thought of his words caused her heart to beat faster and by lunch she had very little written and knew she would get even less done after lunch. With the
CelebrationI swayed my hips back and forth, singing as I worked. Most males would not bother singing and dancing around. Especially not ones that were 6'8" with plenty of muscle on my frame, I was no Incredible Hulk of muscle but I certainly wasn't the slender muscle of a runner or a swimmer. I was somewhere in between. Enough to make my tall form be proportionate and not gangly.Celebration in Short Stories More Like This
It took me a moment to realize there were eyes on me. Those eyes seemed to be following the sway of my, if I do say so myself, nice butt. I smiled at the midnight blue eyes giving me a leer, didn't help I might not have been wearing a lot of clothing. Or any clothing. As I danced around the room I shared with my mate. Not many people just barged in other then her so I didn't have much to worry about.
My little mate, I smiled seeing her swollen belly. Pregnant with my babies, I wanted to practically explode with h
The Claddagh"Oh " I placed a hand on the eight month baby belly I was sporting, my little girl moving around rather obsessively. She was getting more and more active and I was starting to think she had her mama's strength. I gave my belly a tender rub as I spoke softly to her, today I decided on Russian. No reason why, I just felt in a Russian speaking mood. When you're over six hundred years you learn a few dozen languages. A friend of mine, practically a baby sister to me, speaks dozens and she's fewer than thirty. I felt more kicks before finally the movement began to ease. I chuckled, "That's daddy's little girl."The Claddagh in Short Stories More Like This
Walking was starting to get a little harder to do. More than twenty feet and I would get winded, which is a bit frustrating as I am healthy and in great shape. I guess this baby need her daddy to give a lot to her so she would become big and strong. I gave another little
Courting a PrincessCourting a Princess in Short Stories More Like This
Why did my nerves have to get the best of me? I didn't even need to be nervous. This was all a formality. A show really
A big production, something monumental but it would change nothing my life, just make things easier later on. If I were to ever have to take the crown, which I did hope would never happen, I did not want an argument that I was not married in the eyes of the Elowena court. To be married, especially given I am a Princess, and not just any Princess but the next in line for the throne, there were procedures that had to be taken.
I chewed lightly on a claw, a habit I got from my mother that I only did in private and when very nervous. The soft little whimper reminded me I was not in private though. I crouched down by the basket on the floor and lightly stroked the chubby cheek of my newborn son. Oh but he is beautiful, hair as black as his Onai
The Path of Tradition : Part One"You have to come out sometime."The Path of Tradition : Part One in Short Stories More Like This
"Not really. I could easily live in here. My powers are decent enough. You also forget I could just conjure up some new clothing .after you cheated and took mine while I was showering. How did you even get past Rylen anyway?" I could hear the deep rumble of a laugh on the other side of the door. My Pappy has a laugh that has a slight growl to it, but a playful sounding one not aggressive. He stood outside my bathroom door waiting for me. There was no way I was leaving this bathroom without a fight.
Not in the clothing he left me.
There are times when I can be as stubborn as the day is long. Normally it only shows when I refuse to let up on my mate for not caring for himself. The other time tends to be when I am asked to wear something I do not want to be wearing.
"It is not as bad as you are imagining it.
THE (mis)ADVENTURES! : The Injured MommyI perked. They were home! Oh they had been gone for days! Well, maybe it was only hours but it had felt like days!THE (mis)ADVENTURES! : The Injured Mommy in Short Stories More Like This
I ran to the door to be told to go sit somewhere out of the way. I did so but pouted, I really wanted to say hello. Then I smelled something weird. It was very much not right.
Mommy came in using these weird metal sticks and she went right to her room. She looked so tired and I think she was in pain. I followed as soon as I could.
No one would let me near Mommy, worried I would hurt her more. More? Why was Mommy hurt in the first place? WHO HURT MY MOMMY?! I was going to make them pay.
For now I paced, I had to check on Mommy first. I wanted to make sure she was alright. So I paced and I paced. I cried and I whined. I just wanted to see my Mommy.
Finally I was allowed to come see her. She gave me a tired smile and I could see she was pale. I crawled into bed and snug
Promise RingI let my feet gently swing back and forth as I sat upon the branch and gazed at the puffy grey white clouds as they ambled along. The air smelled a little like rain, I wondered if I would be sitting out here in the rain. It would give me an excuse to dance and play without anyone getting upset, because I made a promise to wait here until I received something that I was to then insure it got to the proper owner. I wasn't sure who would be delivering, what I would be receiving, when I would be getting it, or who I would be giving it to. I had been told that the person bringing the item would have all the information for me, and since it had been a member of my family to explain all of this, I trusted I would be safe.Promise Ring in Short Stories More Like This
Without a sound a tilted my head to listen, what I heard was so slight it could be the rain I was waiting for. No it was an even sound and rain is uneven. It was of three soft taps and rain sounds of hund
The Devil's PlaygroundThere once was a boy,The Devil's Playground in Concrete Poetry More Like This
who gave his sister hell,
he treated her like a broken toy,
the devil was to come everyone could tell.
Here the devil came,
to pay the girl a visit,
he knew her as she was the same,
he saw her and couldn't miss it.
The devil played with her hair,
as she dried her tears,
she knew he didn't care,
and he stayed to kindle her fears.
the devil so happy,
he heard her cries,
and heard her pleas,
'there is no remorse for me.'
The devil danced his dance,
while she sat there and watched,
and he chanted his chant,
her soul remained staunch.
The devil's playground has been extended,
the girl's heart has finally smiled,
the devil was recommended,
he go elsewhere for a while.
The devil has gone,
to bug someone new,
to find a pawn,
suited to his new crew.
The devil frowned,
there's no need to bring shame,
by acting like a clown,
there is no one left to blame.
It not me this time,
it's he who lost his way,
I didn't commit the crime,
now it's his time to pay.
The devil is busy,
The Brass RoomThere is a world beyond my reality, and into my dreams.The Brass Room in Short Stories More Like This
A magical place that isn't so special.
A room that doesn't exist, here it does. Only in my dreams.
Every time I visit this place, it's so hidden, and I don't think I should knock.
It's a tight squeeze in, but wary, things are not stacked properly, yet the never wobble, they never fall.
A room of brass where the bathroom should be.
Along the walls, overflowing shelves of lamps, cups, and containers litter the room neatly. I never touch anything, and I never know the purpose of this place.
It's a nice place, how bright but dull, a place I like to explore.
I hate to leave, but what lies beyond the imagination is left to the imagination.
Earth Is Not EternityWhat she had was so perfect,Earth Is Not Eternity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
something she could hold in her hand.
But she didn't know the defect,
and it crumbled to sand.
She felt her entire world tremble,
she could move but not very nimble.
Like iron weights is what they resemble,
her feet were that symbol.
She thought this is what she had wanted,
but little did she know the earth could break.
The smile she had daunted,
could only sit on the sun and bake.
The ground had crumbled beneath her feet,
forever she fall,
whoever she meet,
there's no one she could cry out or call.
In her song she cried out in a verse,
it flooded her mind.
She knew this was just her curse,
but all it did was a steady grind.
Dead she lay,
nothing but bones,
out to decay,
her soal moans.
Patiently does she wait,
for someone to come,
it'll never be too late,
to take her away to the Kingdom.
ReachingI had my hopes held high,Reaching in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wanting to talk to you,
it was like I was reaching towards the night sky,
without you there's nothing I can do.
What you tell me,
they haunt me,
but you can't see,
how they hurt me.
I'll take it to my grave,
only because I can't be brave,
and throw them away,
setting them in their coffin to forever lay.
These pieces of you,
are painful memories,
these pieces of me too,
I crush us together so we could be snatched by the wind that carries.
I Have A Poem...Much like gallant Mister King,I Have A Poem... in Free Verse More Like This
I, too, have a giant dream
In which we've mended everything
And bind jointly by one seam
Where the only tears fall with smiles
And smiles aren't quite so scant
Where one could crawl for miles and miles
And not utter a single "can't"
Where days thrive with proper care
Where clocks are set just right
Where with every breath of air
There's one more star to light the night
Where we all speak with one voice
So that everyone is heard
Where we can all at last rejoice
With the power of this Word
I dream this dream with all my heart
But then I'm awake in bed
And I wonder, though torn apart,
Is my vision truly dead?
Loving LoveThose three words that make me meltLoving Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The strongest thing I've ever felt
The truest statement ever spoken
Enough to mend a heart once broken
I can't stop smiling, but that's okay
I don't really want to stop, anyway
Thanks for showing me a world without pain
And for teaching me how to trust again.
I Am WearyI'm aged porcelainI Am Weary in Free Verse More Like This
And the smile painted on my face is chipping
I'm cheap fabric
And the seams holding me together are ripping
I'm that house
In the worst part of town
That makes the property
Values go down
I am those shoes
That have walked too many miles,
With old, graying laces
And tongues without smiles
I am the heart
That lies in your chest,
With too many wounds
And not a single one dressed.
What's Right To Write?I'm not sure what to write aboutWhat's Right To Write? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's no pain that comes to mind
And I've already attempted
To describe love undefined
So what have I left to say?
Should I write of queens and kings?
The sunset on a perfect day?
Paper packages with strings?
Should I write about You once again?
Or about an unknown stranger?
Should I even write at all?
Or would a pen spell DANGER ?
Oh, well look at that
It seems the poem's written, done
Now if I only had the attention span
To write another one
Stranger DangerI can see myself reflectedStranger Danger in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the eyes of any stranger
And, so, perhaps I've been infected
With all sorts of mild danger
Can he see himself in my eyes, too?
And does he like what he sees?
I wonder if we could switch our shoes
Share a mutual disease
In mine, he'd only walk a mile
Before his feet started to blister
So, naturally I'd smile,
And say, 'We can switch back, Mister.
'I think you understand my pain.
I understand yours, too.
My feet are much too small and plane,
And you wear too large a shoe.'
Make It RightI can't feel the worldMake It Right in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As it moves beneath my feet
And I can't hear your heart
I can't feel its beat
So, obviously, Love
You're not near enough to me
You should move much closer
As close as you could be
Because we've been apart
For far, far too long
And isolation of this degree
Is all kinds of wrong.
I'll Be BackI stare unseeinglyI'll Be Back in Other More Like This
At the horizon
I try unsuccessfully
To forget about you
You said those things
And I was broken
I cried for so long
But Im over it
Im sick of giving you
The satisfaction of
Knowing that you
Hurt me effectively
So Ill cry a thousand tears tonight
Ill be back
And I will prove you wrong
What Is It That You See?What do you see when you look at me?What Is It That You See? in Other More Like This
Do you see the poet buried deep inside?
Or a poor soul struggling to break free?
Can you see the part of me I try to hide?
When you look deep, can you hear my plea?
Or do you only see the outside?
To You, From MeDear Mr. Blue Eyes And Blonde Hair,To You, From Me in Free Verse More Like This
It's summer but I'm still cold without you here. I know I'll see you soon, but not soon enough. Never soon enough. But I'll just sulk and shiver in solitude because your warmth is worth the wait.
I'm young, but still I know these days with you are the best of my life. I'm not really sure if you notice, but I laugh a lot now, even though I don't really like the way I laugh. Thank you for that.
My trusty, red-headed companion and I made plans to conquer the world. What she doesn't know is if she ever turned her back, I'd give it to you. Because you deserve it. (And, just for the record, I'd give you the stars, too, but I think they might get jealous of your eyes.)
And I feel like you know more than anyone else about me. You know that I hate bugs, but spiders most of all. Not to mention my irrational fear of bees. You know that I hate being alone at all (abandonment issues?). You know about the nightmares. You know I don't like being tickled.
Attempting InfinityIt's hard to describe exactlyAttempting Infinity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What it is I feel
But it cannot hurt to try
To explain what's all too real
These butterflies inside of me
Start to flutter when you're near
You're voice is the sweetest sound
I possibly could hear
And when you say the words,
Those very-sacred three,
I start to think perhaps
Someone CAN love me
So, I want to thank you, Love
For all it is you do
And remember when you go to dream
That I truly love you, too
I do"Why are we here?" The older storm guardian asked the rain guardian as they walked up the stairs to who knows where.I do in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, we were in Italy for a business trip. And we finished our business, so I thought we could visit somewhere."
"Which is?" Sometimes the storm guardian had to break up his questions to get it through the swords man's head.
"Be patient." Yamamoto held the single red rose in his hand as they made their way up the few more stairs they had left.
When they finally reached the top, they were greeted by a grassy field, with silver head stones scattered across the place. There were different flowers in front of the headstones, which had names engraved on them. Gokudera looked up, and read the sign that read 'Cimitero' in Italian.
"Cemetery?" Gokudera looked at the rain guardian, who was making his way through out the head stones. "Yamamoto What are you doing?" The bomber whispered. The swords man did not answer, when he made his way further into the graveyard. When he
Mika part 2"It's weird." Tsuna said to Ryohei. "Uri is so close to her, and she's not even a storm."Mika part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mika sat looking blankly at the floor, one hand occupied as it scratched Uri's head.
"Mika was Gokudera's daughter, she is the only one left that Uri is close to."
"It's been a year though."
"She's probably still extremely depressed about it."
"Mika?" Tsuna called out to her. Mika flinched a little as her head looked up to her new parental guardian. "It's time to go home now."
Mika nodded walking towards Tsuna, Uri following right behind her.
"Uncle Tsuna " Mika broke the silence as they drove home.
"I want Uncle Hibari to train me."
The car came to an immediate stop in the parking lot.
"Hi- Bari?" Tsuna stuttered, looking at Mike through his rearview mirror. Mika nodded
"Papa told me about the training Uncle Hibari gave you when he use to tell me bed time stories."
"But Why do you need training?"
Mika was silent. "I want to become stronger."
"There has to be a p
will you..."Gokudera, stay with me, okay? Stay with me." Yamamoto kept his hand on the wound that opened up on the storm guardian's stomach.will you... in Fan Fiction More Like This
His hand was cover in the storm's blood, who was rested against the wall. He hid in a spare room, with the door blown off thanks to Gokudera's bombs. The impact of the bomb caused the lights to break so it was dark. They hid from the enemy. With only a team of two, one of them down, it would be suicide for Yamamoto to go out there and take on the rest of the team.
"Come on Gokudera, I need you!"
It was suppose to be a simple mission. Really, it was. Yamamoto and Gokudera were just supposed to retrieve the stolen data. That's it. Tsuna thought that the team only needed to be a two-man team. Turns out, the Geneva family was very strict with their security. Someone started shooting, Gokudera got hit, and Yamamoto sliced his way through to a safe place to hid, carrying Gokudera with him.
"Gokudera, you're going to make it. I'm not letting you die here." Yamamoto
Jump Goku POV"Hey." I said into the phone.Jump Goku POV in Fan Fiction More Like This
So much to say, so little time.
"Hey Gokudera! You don't normally call me, you okay?" That happy voice is music to my ears.
I love you.
"Yeah, everything is fine." I said, trying to sound convincing.
I love you so god damn much.
"It sounds busy in the background, where are you?"
I'm sorry, so sorry.
"Ran out of cigarettes, needed to buy some more."
Lies. I'm sorry for my lies.
"You know those things can kill you 'Dera." He chuckled.
That's not what's killing me.
"I know You've told me."
Thank you for being so considerate.
"You seem so calm, you sure your okay? Hey, I'm out buying some food for my dad, since you are out, maybe we can meet up?"
Thank you for caring.
"Nah, I'm almost home."
Again, I am sorry for the lies I'm feeding you. It must be done.
"Well, why did you call me?"
I just wanted to tell you-
"I love you."
"That's it 'Dera, obviously something must be bothering you, I'm coming to see you."
I started to laugh. "No you wont." I laughed, c
Everyone Needs Some 5980Yamamoto stared down at the dish he was washing, letting the warm water run through his hands and the spaghetti sauce that covered the plate. Humming quietly to himself, Takeshi began to scrub of the sauce with the rough part of the sponge before he felt a pair of slim arms wrap around his torso.Everyone Needs Some 5980 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Takeshi, take a break." Gokudera's lips traveled up Yamamoto's neck, his hands sliding up his shirt. Takeshi chuckled to himself.
"Isn't Austin going to be home from school soon?" Yamamoto smirked, letting Gokudera play with his neck.
"He's going over Dez's house." Hayato informed. "Now come on."
"Hold on, let me finish these dishes." Yamamoto placed the dish on the drying rack.
Of coarse Yamamoto would so much rather have sex with his husband than wash week old dishes, but Gokudera wont give up, and Yamamoto knew it.
"Takeshi," Gokudera hooked his fingers onto Yamamoto belt hoops, pulling them slightly. "I am horny, and as my husband, this is your issue as well as mine." Gokudera started to
100TCH 38-3128. Wildflowers100TCH 38-31 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gokudera!" Yamamoto whined, throwing his arms around Gokudera's neck, catching Gokudera from behind.
"I'm busy." Gokudera stated, not looking up from his papers.
"Go entertain yourself somewhere else."
"Say something in Italian." Yamamoto held Gokudera closer.
"Cause, it's hot." Yamamoto purred.
" Ci sono fiori di campo fuori"
"What does that mean?"
"There are wildflowers outside. Now get off me"
"That's boring. Say something sexy!"
"Nobody likes a smartass Dera "
"Nobody likes a dumbass either."
Throughout this whole conversation, Gokudera did not look up from his papers. Gokudera has gotten use to Yamamoto's childish ways of thinking, and Yamamoto knew it.
Maybe it was time for Yamamoto to change things up a bit.
"Finisci di studiare tuoi fogli, ho qualcosa di meglio per te da studiare." Yamamoto spoke low in Gokudera's ear. Gokudera blushed violently, and looked up from his work.
"Where the fuck did you learn how
it's okay"Why did you leave me?"it's okay in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry "
"Why do you visit me every night? It only brings me pain, idiot."
"I'm all alone now."
"I miss seeing your grin in the morning."
"I miss your smell."
"I miss you. I miss you so much."
"I thought you were always going to be with me."
"I thought I would have more nights like this. Night with you holding me so tightly."
"You are so cold."
"I miss that happy glint in your eyes."
"I'm so lonely with out you So lonely."
"Why are you so stupid?"
"Why did you take the bullet?"
"Why didn't you let me take it? Why did you get in the way?"
"I don't regret it."
"Well you should."
"I'm sorry, I don't think I can."
"You're You're an idiot."
"Your not real. Your not there."
Gokudera continued to lay cuddled up in his blankets.
100 theme challenge 1-4 + 681,Names100 theme challenge 1-4 + 68 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The name that caught Yamamoto's attention right when he was introduced to the class.
The name he loves to say over and over again
The name that brings him joy.
The name that makes his heart skip beats.
The name that make him head over heels.
That name, my just be a name. But is completely different to Yamamoto Takeshi.
That name is Gokudera Hayato
"This is the hardship of being part of the mafia Takeshi." Gokudera said, dumping the last of the gasoline around the room.
"We can't cut him some slack?" Yamamoto complained.
"Slack? He was lucky Judamie even gave him a second chance."
The smell of the gasoline filled the room, and the man tied up in the middle started to struggle.
"Please! I won't do it again!"
"See! He said he wouldn't do it again! Now can we let him go?" Yamamoto begged. The man was still pleading for his life.
"You're too soft Takeshi. If this man betrays Judamie, he betrays us all."
"You can't be serious! Come on guys! We are all friends,
Dear DiaryDear Diary,Dear Diary in Settings More Like This
Is it really that bad?
I mean To have 2 dads
My friend Sasha came over after school today, and told me it was weird that I'm the only girl at school who doesn't have a mom.
I told her that I didn't need a mom if I had 2 dads.
She asked me where I came from if I had two dads.
I don't know where babies come from yet Daddy and Papa told me that I'm to young to know just yet.
So I just shrugged.
She asked me if my Daddy and Papa ever kiss.
I told her they do, because they are in love.
Then she said two men couldn't kiss.
But they can. I see Papa give Daddy a peck on the lips before he goes off to work.
She told me it was just plain weird, and then she left.
Why does she think it's so weird? They love each other Right?
Why would it be weird?
Am I weird because I don't think it's weird?
I don't know But I hope Sasha will still be my friend
Chat 14~Ryohei has connected with you viaWebcame~Chat 14 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gokudera: FUCK! I should really turn this thing off .
Ryohei: WHY ARE YOU ON MY COMPUTER SCEEN?
Gokudera: Cause you pressed the webcame feature turf head
Ryohei: THAT DOSEN'T EXPLAIN WHY YOU ARE ON MY SCREEN.
Gokudera: What? Yes it does!
Ryohei: I'M EXTREMLY CONFUSED!
Gokudera: Listen; if you don't know what something does then don't fucking press it!
Ryohei: PRESS WHAT?
~Yamamoto wishes to connect viaWebcame with you. Bump Ryohei off, or continue chatting with Ryohei?~
Gokudera: Is there a 'neither' button
Ryohei: JOIN THE BOXING CLUB.
~You have bumped Ryohei off and are now connected viaWebcame with Yamamoto~
Yamamoto: Hey beautiful~
Yamamoto: Why do you look so stressed Dera D:
Gokudera: It's nothing, nothing at all.
Gokudera: And don't call me beautiful!
Yamamoto: But you are~
Yamamoto: And I love to see you blush Dera, it's so cute. :3
Gokudera: How come you never blush!?
Yamamoto: That's because Gokudera
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
The Dark ChillsNot that real noThe Dark Chills in Free Verse More Like This
Not that real no
What shall I make from us
A demon idol.
Unleash my arm so I must.
Not that real no
Not that real no
Theres even marzipan now.
Skipping, leaps and round the rye.
Who we paid for now,
Who we paid for now
Its that one.
Not that real no
Not that real no
I need some wheels,
Something wrong with my eye,
Worst of all he's in the dark chills
Remember this please.
But I'm Not ObsessedI'm in love but I'm not obsessed.But I'm Not Obsessed in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't need to see her undressed.
I just wanted things to stay like this,
Where I'm the only one she would miss.
I know that it's strong and its strange.
I don't love her cos she's deranged.
We arn't in love for the pain,
Why couldn't things just stay that way?
So dig deep and dig some more,
Dig till your hands are raw
Dig till you just can't dig no more.
Cos in my mind you'll see,
Nothing that isn't me,
Nothing I don't want you to see.
Cos all that we really need
Is someone to love and please.
I'm glad you have somebody,
I'm just sad that it's not me.
And it's my absolute right
To kill myself if I like,
But I won't let her do it to herself,
Her life holds too much of my wealth.
I'm in love but i'm not obsessed.
We could be Knight and Princess.
She's not like any of the rest.
She's all I want to express.
She's not there when I'm distressed.
She makes me feel like I'm blessed.
She lets me know I exist.
She makes me feel like a guest.
She takes my heart
Blue Green BurstElectric dancers flashing by,Blue Green Burst in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Into my mind, why I sigh.
Kill myself in a blue green burst.
Stay alive for what its worth.
Crystal flicker matchwood flame,
Black and burnt but bright the same.
Keep on burning if not for me,
You will glitter wherever you've been.
Tinker hatch toys play my mind.
Minotaur and dust you find,
Side by side the lego blocks.
Steer my boat as she rocks.
Live Fast And Die YoungLive fast and die youngLive Fast And Die Young in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Are the rules to live by.
But who knows where they are from.
I've spent too long
Trying to live this song.
The words are ok, but the tune is all wrong.
I think it's time for a change.
Live fast and die young
And say goodbye,
To my slow, and quiet life.
My time will fly, and I will die
But for now I've made my mind up.
Live fast and die young,
Who needs to live long,
When you can live strong.
So I think it's time for a change.
Live fast and die young.
Burn out for fun.
No right or wrong.
Bursting your lungs.
Living this song.
Chasing the sun.
Though now I'm feeling old,
But I'm still in my teens,
I'm too old to die young.
I think it's time for a change.
The Ballad Of Reading AssylumWhy did you leave me,The Ballad Of Reading Assylum in Free Verse More Like This
When I still needed feeding.
Why are the cats on the ceiling,
Threads of Egyptian silk?
Roll down the rhythmics chest,
And dance before the skies.
The cats eyes,
Surveying the dance,
They can see,
Why I am tranced,
And the only chance for me,
Is to live immortally,
Until I die.
Jeff Goldblum on the wall,
The greatest beast of them all,
Follows Mr Jim,
And his brothers Grimm,
Into his house
With no keys for him.
Poor Murdoc Jim
What in his scattered mind,
Leads the cats eyes blind?
Stop the King of Dom Come.
For He will cure you one
Childhood Fortress PillowTiny eyes in fortress pillows,Childhood Fortress Pillow in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Diamond apples turning yellow,
Look at the comforts forever,
But we can not stay together.
Keep me safe,
In your caves,
Rainy day fortress pillows,
Skies have left me feeling mellow,
Cover me with calico tiles,
I want the warmth to reconsile.
Keep me safe,
In your caves,
Childhood Fortress Pillows,
Caterpillar eating willow,
The butterflys scary future
Chrysalis to never lose it.
Keep me safe,
In your caves,
Childhood Fortress Pillow
Childhood Fortress Pillow
Childhood Fortress Pillow
One DayOne day you can dream of me there,One Day in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Or I can dream of you,
But we will be free.
Maybe next week,
There's always time from here,
With more than one chance.
One day you can sleep in my arms,
Or I can sleep in yours,
But we will be happy.
One day you can wake up to my eyes,
Or I can wake up to yours,
But we will be snug.
Maybe next week,
There's always time from here,
With more than one chance.
They have got the time,
That was so hard to find,
Though we shall keep in line,
For into the light we're blind.
Tea Stain SunColourful and brightly paintedTea Stain Sun in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watercolour, though slightly tainted.
Touched in life by real hands,
The tea stain sun freckles the land.
Dappled marble violet sky,
Where the gaze shall never lie.
In the backgrounds pale mystique,
The heavens must've surely leaked.
Thin waves blown by the breeze,
Meadow spotted with yellow leaves.
Kisses of white apple blossom rain,
Peppered beneath the great tea stain.
The figure crouched beside the tree
Hidden behind the springtime scene
Reading the works of Oscar Wilde
Between the petal blooms all the while.
One Little HeartThe fleeting sparks of happiness,One Little Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flickers like the matchshick should,
And dies as only the matchstick could.
The dank moor of fermenting gloom,
Cowers the heart, flicking matches.
Seeing them drown, for the flame never catches.
The fallen sticks of blackened wood,
Are the only traces of that
One little heart, and the puddle where it sat.
The poor heart would have given itself
To anyone who cared.
Though even if they had seen it,
They could not have been prepared.
Labrythine BurrowI live out my days tunneling,Labrythine Burrow in Free Verse More Like This
Tunneling through my head,
To get to ever greater depths.
Kafka's mole-rat digging into the earth below,
Creating a labyrinthine burrow
Of seemingly infinite complexity,
Safe from the encroachment of perplexity.
In my burrow,
In my solitary thoughts,
I dream my dreams
Dreams of the heart I sought.
And with that I lose myself
In a maze of technical speculations,
I begin once more to dream my dream
Of a completely perfect burrow
I seek to be entirely free,
But never want to leave.
I dwell in my burrow with a gallery of images,
The images of a plethora of people
The people of an exquisite spontaneity
From within or without in a deity.
Inside me I feel undone and surreal
The passageways of my burrow are redolent of indifference
The benign but vaguely repellent odor of emotional emptiness.
A host of imagined memories hopeful from the hopeless.
It is the mark of a restless nature,
Of inner uncertainty,
Evil propensities that seem still wors
Divine Favor 1The loud crash of thunder that accompanied the slamming of the heavy doors was not just a dramatic coincidence, nor was it meant to light the way for the figure that quickly strode on the ancient stone slabs of the bridge that was apparently floating in the middle of nowhere.Divine Favor 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The rest of the building was just hidden by clouds at the moment, clouds that were getting darker and darker, foul as the mood of the man that was stomping towards them.
While rain and lightning were never his duty... well, enough anger in a god was bound to find a way to make itself manifest. Other than the spark of utter black energy that were left in the trail of each long stride, of course, but those were too quiet for what Dean had in mind... after all the god of thieves and assassins was hardly known for his patience and right now he was truly regretting not having any overly flashy and explosive power like Tyre did... for at the moment he would have found great pleasure and relief in making something blow u
Saved TwiceHe was late.Saved Twice in Short Stories More Like This
Was it just her memory playing tricks on her? No, it couldn't be... Livia was sure that he said he'd manage to come this time... but the meeting was supposed to be two days ago.
Her family wasn't going to be away for much longer and... she wanted to see her knight. Even if she refused to even think about it... she started to feel scared. Scared that he wouldn't come, that he'd forgotten about her... that something happened to him.
Not that there was much that could even as much as put a dent in someone like him, even less block him from coming over and she knew it very well. Knew that her worries were stupid but also knew that she couldn't take it anymore.
Even as she prepared to set out Livia could hear the knight's voice reproaching her for the stupid decision... heading out to the other side of the border was surely not a bright idea but... she didn't care about bright at the moment.
If something other than the fear and need in her were in control she'd notice the fooli
Just plain G/t stuff 1Climbing over the outer wall by grasping tightly the thick ivy that grew on it was easy, something that she did so many times before, either as a game or to actually go outside without being noticed.Just plain G/t stuff 1 in Short Stories More Like This
But this time it was no game.
There was an angry mob at the front gate and her parents had been very serious about it: she had to run away and come back only when things did quiet down.
Hoping that the quiet back there would not be the stillness of the grave, of course.
But Amy wasn't thinking about any of that, being too focused in running away from those scary, angry yells rising in the cold dusk air to think about what would come next.
Putting a foot in front of the other, until the sounds became muted by the thumping of her own heart, the voices left way behind as even her house was too far to be seen, so far away from anything that only tall grass, weeds, rocks and heather stretched as far as her eyes could see... surely this was far enough.
Amy didn't know how much time it passed, bu
Unexpected RealityAlmost getting crushed by a truck surely wasn't the right way to start that day, and the fact that she fell on a dirt patch and thus ended up bruised and covered in mud made Sam almost wanted to cry, or tell the world to fuck off... or both.Unexpected Reality in Short Stories More Like This
It was such an important day, why couldn't things just go her way for once?
But then again it was her mind already racing forward in time to the upcoming hours that made it impossible for her to remain focused on the present, and almost not notice a hellishly big truck in her way... but she was alive.
Achy, dirty, no longer ready for an important date, but alive.
Not that she started out that fancy to begin with in any case... indecision on what to wear settled in for so long that she then had to just pick random stuff, her everyday clothes, and rush out of her house trying not to be late... and it's not as if it was going to be a fancy thing in any case... a meeting out in the wild just wouldn't require any spiffy clothing, functional was better..
Just plain G/t stuff 2Amy remained petrified with fear as the villagers closed in on her, not even managing to start running away.Just plain G/t stuff 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Garrett instead was far less impressed and got back to his feet with a terrible growl rumbling in his throat “I wouldn't do that if I were you, you know?”
Now that he did move, and got to stand towering much higher than the remains of the house, the villagers noticed the massive giant and stopped dead in their tracks, not so sure about their chances right now that there was such a huge guy standing between them and the young witch.
“Ah! She summoned a monster!” one of the villagers yelled “You'll wreck this village before being satisfied, is that your game, witch?”
“You guys are such an eyesore...” Garrett sighed “She was just leaving quietly, before you came rushing in.”
“And, on another note: you're a bunch of adult men ganging up on a teenage girl,” Garrett took a heavy step forward, stamping his foot dow
Warm WelcomeThe sight of a village in the distance was very welcome... it seemed as if he finally managed to find his way. Good thing his nose managed to give him some directions as the ones that the lass herself gave him were pretty hazy... and surely not meant to be very helpful to a Faron.Warm Welcome in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, he should have thought of that and asked exactly what she meant for 'huge boulder' or 'very tall tree' but at the moment he truly wasn't thinking...
But now the settlement was in sight... it was going to be a fun day for sure.
The giant picked up his pace again now that he saw his destination with his own two eyes... and he was also eager to get out of the too tight mountain path he had to squeeze himself through.
But after having sprinted through the last couple of twists in the road he abruptly stopped, a snarl rising to his throat in seeing another giant sitting on the roadside, a bit too nonchalantly for it to just be a coincidence.
That guy had been waiting for him... but that didn't matter
Cursed 5“It's time to pay up, Ner.” Sam said in a very serious tone.Cursed 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hmm?” Nero hummed interrogatively, balancing a donut in his mouth as he poured a bit of coffee in his mug of milk... he'd taken to drop by Samira's house for breakfast lately as the girl said that the house just sounded too empty now that Dean didn't break in every morning. The kind of empty silence that had claws.
“You promised.” Sam said accusingly.
“Look, Sam... It's d-” Nero started to say.
“You vowed on cake, Ner.” she growled “Cake that I baked you. So you're not wiggling out of it.”
The young man looked around quickly, calculating if by dashing towards the window and throwing himself out he'd be able to save himself... but the determined violet gaze just made him sigh and give in “Fine... I doubt we'll find anything, but fine.” he shrugged, sipping from his mug “It's been a week already, huh?”
“Yeah...” Sam nodd
Never Without Proper Dressing“Nyeehh...” Nero groaned softly as he curled up even more in the bottom of the deep pocket he was laying in, trying to get as much heat as he could from the warm, giant body that was just a few layers of material away from him.Never Without Proper Dressing in Short Stories More Like This
How did things go so awry so quickly, he couldn't say. It had been a perfectly fine day, not a single cloud in the sky... and then, suddenly, gale-force winds, biting cold in their chilly howls, and dark storm clouds came over the horizon and sent them packing and running for their lives.
Okay... that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it surely drove them away from the beach... a bit earlier than he had hoped for.
“So, what do you say, Tyre? Should we tell him that we've arrived, or just let him rest in his puddle of cold misery?” Dean asked from his perch on the Faron's shoulder, speaking loud enough to be sure that Nero would have heard him.
“Arrived?” that single word came as the Avraan scrambled to poke his head out of Tyr
4 - FUN in the SUN“Oi, Dean! Come here already! Ye can't grump out all th'feckin' day!” Tyre called loudly.4 - FUN in the SUN in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Oh, yeah? Wanna bet?!” Dean snarled back, shrugging a little before returning to focus on his book, finding the shade and breeze coming from the sea soothing enough... he just wanted to read in peace and stay away from the hustle of the beach. Screaming giant toddlers, huge crabs and who knew what other monstrosities from the deep... no thanks.
Tyre and Nero might have wanted to enjoy the sunny day out on the seaside... and Dean had nothing against it. But he made it very clear that he didn't want any of that. He'd just lay on the sand under the shade of a beach umbrella with a good book. Maybe crosswords if he finished the reading early.
Of course that turned out to be a difficult plan to pull off... he should have known.
First off, as he turned down Ner's demand to help him out with his sandcastle... but the excuse of not wanting to get burnt to a crisp under the
2 - A Knight's ValentineFinn walked up the stairs and hesitated for a while in front of the closed door. A couple of times he almost turned back to leave, being pretty sure that the outcome would have been the same he'd get by knocking, but in the end he grabbed his courage and knocked softly on the polished wooden door.2 - A Knight's Valentine in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Like always, after their monstrous master had his belly filled with tasty villagers and the town was empty, Kai went and took for himself the best room in the local inn. Finn himself tried not to take advantage of the situation they were in, finding it disrespectful towards the dead villagers to just take for themselves what they should have payed for under normal circumstances... apparently the wizard didn't have such concerns and just took a comfortable bed when it presented itself. Tsk... wizards are smart after all.
After a little while the door creaked open, a wisp of strawberry blond hair, green eyes staring at him with mild annoyance in them and a book held in the hand that wasn
The Sealing Of God's ServantsAnd I beheld four angels who came from the Heavens in clouds. And they took to the four corners of the Earth, containing in them and holding about them with steady arms, the winds of the Earth that they shall not be blown through the trees of the Earth, nor the waters nor anything upon the Earth.The Sealing Of God's Servants in Free Verse More Like This
And I beheld a fifth angel which had arrived from the steady clouds still and forsaken. And he called out to the angels of the Earth that were permitted to harm the Earth, and he called on them that they shall hold steady and wait while the children of the twelve tribes of Knod were sealed with the seal of God.
I beheld them who were crowned and given atop their foreheads the seal of God. And they were evenly numbered from all the tribes of Knod. And I remembered, for Kingdom Knod was founded by the kings of Al’lon in the south and the kings of Theuspedis in the north. And I heard the names of the tribes and the number therein who were sealed.
Them arrayed who were numbered one-hundred-
The Second SealUpon this being accomplished, the lamb opened the second seal and read thereon, and I saw a beautiful city. This city was gleaming under a powerful heat, and the people were about with men in strange armor in the streets of this city, and they were making for war and conquest; to conquer and seek conquest.The Second Seal in Free Verse More Like This
And the men in strange armor looked about the skies, and strange birds came forth from the heavens, the cherubim of the LORD thy God. And these birds came forth and from their bellies came explosions and shrieks and loud sounds. And the city of Sephletam fell, and its people were made prisoner by the cherubim. And I wept, for the cherubim made prisoner the people of Sephletam. But the angel with me saith on me, “Hold steady King of Knod, for a thing thou shalt hear,” And it was made known to me that the cherubim were of the legions of the ones of evil, the destroyer of worlds. An enemy to all nations and tongues and ways. And I saw upon the skies, a man cloaked in black
The Sixth SealBehold! He comes from the skies, and every head shall see him, wise men and gentiles, old men and young; virgins and prostitutes! And he graces the heads of them who see him and who rejoice upon this, for the kingdom of the LORD is coming, and his word is law, his ways are law; and them who see him will rejoice, and will weep with joy, for he is salvation against the forces who are bent on his destruction.The Sixth Seal in Free Verse More Like This
Upon this realization, I beheld the opening of the sixth seal, which the Lamb of God had opened, and he read thereon, and took to this seal. And there was around me, a whoosh of wind, and the sounds of trumpets and thunderous storms; and the LORD thy God opened a staff he held above the city of Leh-Fashra, the village where his word became law, and he judged the people from the clouds and the thunderous lightning. And about me came a tremble, for few had looked up and wept with joy, and the men who had not, were whisking away the women who were weeping with joy,
The Day Of The LORDLo! Upon that peak near the city of Diana! That peak north of Abydion and the highest in all of the Earth! Nearest the coast where Diana sits and the beast resides; was the Lamb of God.The Day Of The LORD in Free Verse More Like This
And the Lamb of God was clothed in all black and gray and red armor. And he wore a black Solar Topi over his head with the symbol of the LORD; the flying Phoenix. And about him numbered twenty-one thousand virgins from every tribe of Knod; from Thuespedes and Al’lon.
The armies of the Beast which had went forth to conquer the armies of the Lamb were there as well, beneath the peak looking up at the Lamb. And behind the lamb I beheld; for behind him came the seven cherubim carrying the last of the plagues that were to befall the Earth. And these cherubim carried a large vial that was the size and length of their arms that they should pour unto the Earth and the armies of the Beast.
I beheld, for them slain by the beast, who had begotten in victory over his image and his name and his wor
The Scroll Of RighteousnessThe one atop the throne, about his right side was a scroll, two cubits long and half a cubit wide. And upon the scroll was writing on the backside and within; and was sealed nine times over along the length of the scroll. Before me a strong angel looked about and upon his lips uttered, “Who upon the dominion of the LORD shall open this scroll of parchment and look thereon?” And neither man nor beast from the Earth, nor the angels in heaven nor any beneath the Earth were able to open the scroll or look thereon.The Scroll Of Righteousness in Free Verse More Like This
And about me a shudder overcame, and I wept, for no one about the dominion of the LORD was able to open the scroll nor look thereon. And an angel came forth toward me, and uttered kind words from his lips, and was saying, “Weep not King of the Knodites, for a man hath come who has opened the scroll and loosed the nine seals thereof.” And I looked and beheld, a lamb stood with seven eyes and seven horns as though slain.
The Fourth SealUpon this being accomplished wrote I the fourth seal, which had opened. And I beheld before me, wide beachheads, and them who lay on the beachheads were tended to by servant men and servant women. And they lay upon the beachheads by day and were tended to with music by night. And the servants came from distant lands as far off as Amon and Shimelah. And the people who tended these things were them who lived in Phoinikes, the city of warriors.The Fourth Seal in Free Verse More Like This
And as the days went by, servants came forth to tend the people of Phoinikes, but on the third day of tending, the people of Phoinikes went to the beaches to be tended to, and to listen to music; and the servants were not in sight, and had not been seen. Upon this, the people of Phoinikes saw that there was a revolt against them, and went to the armory to gather weapons and quell the revolt. The servants who tended them were at the armory of the city, and had been in wait.
Upon this, a great battle waged before the city of Phoinikes, out
The Holy AltarIn Heaven I beheld an altar built for all the saints and wise-men of the Earth who had been slain and were slain. I beheld before the altar, and the temple of the LORD which was built before the altar, a multitude of men and women and children who numbered a thousand times a thousand, and thousands upon thousands. And one of the elders who stood beside me saith on me, for I had asked him ‘Who are these arrayed before the LORD and the temple he built in Diana, and whence came they and from where?’ And the elder with me looked upon me, and saith on me, “Them who are arrayed before the LORD and his temple, and the altar built he, are the saints of the LORD, for they are the ones slain, who washed their robes free of sin and devoid of temptation, in the blood of the lamb who sacrificed himself for them who sinned; and they arrayed before the LORD and are priests in his temple, and are servants in his temple. They serve him the LORD day and night. They are made happy foThe Holy Altar in Free Verse More Like This
The Four Horsemen and Dragon Of DeathAnd I beheld the eighth seal, which the Lamb of God had opened. And out of this seal were evil things and words and ways, for the Earth had fallen. And the lands of the Medinat had been subjugated and the strongholds in the east belonged to the enemies of the LORD. And I beheld a dragon, which had risen from the sea and out of this dragon was a head of boastful words, one of hateful words; and still one with a tongue as though poison. And the beast that crawled from the seas upon the Earth was accompanied by four men on horses. And these men rode on their horses towards the four quarters of the Earth, and brought about suffering onto these quarters of the Earth.The Four Horsemen and Dragon Of Death in Free Verse More Like This
Look! Out from the shores of the isle of Gomhorra, near Jesherma! Between the coast of those isles and the vale of Insula stood he, ready for war and armed with a golden sickle and about his chest a golden breastplate stands Hades. And behind him sits a worn wooden funeral pyre, and about it lay the kings of the land
The Great QuakeAfter the horses and their horsemen rode throughout the Earth, for seven years time, I beheld a great quake. For the Earth had shook, and the stars in Heaven fell atop the Earth, and the sun went black as sackcloth and the moon red as blood. And the islands of the Earth, and the mountains were from their placements moved and shifted. And they were shifted out of place or had disappeared from the Earth and from underneath the Earth, and the rivers and streams and lakes all shifted and were moved and routed to different places on the Earth. And every servant and every king and chieftain. Every warlord and bondsman, wise man and gentile, took to the rocks in the Earth which had formed and were formed and to every den and every place of hiding; and hid there saying unto the rocks to cover them such that they shall be protected from the just wrath of the LORD.The Great Quake in Free Verse More Like This
And the Earth shook further opening the dens and hiding places of the people who hid and did not face the LORD and his wrath. And th
The FalsehoodAnd Apylliades the Servant found his mother and slain her, for he was now the servant of the Beast. And the Beast went forth and was given the dominion of all the kingdoms of the East. And the beast named Apylliades his heir, and made Apylliades the king of the kingdoms of the East and his servant in arms. And Apylliades went forth and was made to conquer the kingdoms in the west and bring about the dominion of the Beast that he shall fight against Knod which had remained the last outpost of the LORD.The Falsehood in Free Verse More Like This
And the Beast made all of the gentiles who had not been slain to wear upon their left hands or the back left side of their necks the his mark or the number of his mark. And that number was six-hundred sixty-six. And no women may work in his kingdom; or take up tasks outside of the house and under the sun or temple roof. And no man may buy or sell without his mark. Neither may they eat or worship the beast without his mark.
And the Beast made them who were his servants wear robes of ruby a
into the deepAudio version over thisaway.into the deep in Free Verse More Like This
and the world will crumble, darling, but we will watch the stars--
watch the coasts curl up at the edges and the foam-slick sea drag them under
and history will bloom in brass and copper nebulas,
untainted by the tortured earth and its pleading
flecks of ash below.
but we will watch the stars
watch the galaxy unwind, spirals stringing out
the taste of ozone and plasticities.
the heaving sea will recede--the glaciers
pour their hearts out
the dunes rise up to the sated horizon.
will watch the stars.
and the hungering infernos hold no sympathy.
travelersthis silvertongued landtravelers in Free Verse More Like This
is fit for strange adventures
so we will roam as the city
sleeps, and the soft
of the camera shutter will lull the crickets
we will leave our trail
in incandescent flashes--
the negatives seared and crackling on
and drag our hearts on
moonshine wisps behind us--
gathering fog and scents and
strains of music
carried in on night-thin air.
the song of a roamerAnd darling, I've been gone for a long, long time. Your eyesthe song of a roamer in Free Verse More Like This
are still that steely gunpowder blue, but your hair has grown long,
and there's a softer curve to your waist
and freckles on your shoulder I don't remember,
and I think,
What have I missed?
You tell me about the weddings
the divorces. You tell me
about the babies
and the losses, and how last year
your dog died--easy, in his sleep--
and there is a hollow lack in you,
a space reserved for things that won't come back.
Long ago, was there a space like that
When did it collapse--when did it
fold in on itself
under the weight of things that matter more?
I tell you about Cambodia. I paint
the jungles for you, breathe the crushing wet heat
of it into your lungs. I tell you
about the kids in Africa
and how the heat is different there--
belligerent and fierce.
I tell you how much you would have liked Barbados,
and how much you would have hated Rome.
And I remember all the things I
can't tell you--all the things I don't hav
dreamsong :work in progress:i. from the seadreamsong :work in progress: in Short Stories More Like This
The girl in the white dress is splayed against the salt-dark sand like a scrap of cloth. The sea, receding, whispers quiet self-assurances.
The boy who travels shadows hates this part of his patrol. He belongs beneath the trees and in the dense, wet heat--not here. Here, he is prey to endlessness.
The shadow boy skirts the fringes of the sand, taking what comfort he can from the stunted groundcover, blue and faintly glowing in the moonlight. The muscles in his shoulders twitch, and he grits his teeth against the overwhelming fear of exposure.
At least astronomy is in his favor--full moons make for good shadows. Quick escapes.
The heady rush and hiss of the ocean is making him nearly come undone when he sees her, the dress shining like a strand of whitecap detached and thrown back. He tenses.
He gulps a deep breath and steadies himself before throwing himself in the openness of beach. With no shadows to hold onto, h
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.the beauty's in the leaving in Free Verse More Like This
sweetheart, let's head out. let's
drink up the desert asphalt and that last bottle
of johnny walker blue--
one last toast to the copper sunsets,
to the good earth. a pair of
tailgate stargazers, you and i:
roaming curves across the glove compartment map, until
every foldline is worn flannel-soft
and it'd rather stay open
let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget
and pick up terra cotta dust--
breathe in the mojave. let's pretend
that the world's already ended
and it's just us.
let's leave the door unlocked
ConversationAnd I've been telling you, you know, how heavy the sun feels and how it makes my muscles jump like a bird's wings as it flutters gently down on a windowsill. I still have those glass bottles on my mantle where the morning light hits themstill there, full of colored water and seashells. And maybe I'll tell you how they light up the ceiling in blue and green and pale yellow just like they always have, like nothing ever changed.Conversation in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I smell you on the sea air, sometimes, when it rushes in past the thin white curtains you helped me hang. They still bounce with every gust like exuberant dogs. And I've been telling you how the salt has most assuredly worked its way into my marrow now, and maybe if someone were to put me in a pie they'd find it too brackish for their taste. And then I wonder just how much you taste like the sea.
The ocean beats my heart for me nowadays. Even inside, even at night, I can feel each breaker rumbling through my sternum and radiating along my ribs. And I've been
reclaimsubmerged in silent seas among the polyps,reclaim in Free Verse More Like This
pressure polished--a sparkle like Calypso's shuttle
shines elliptic and elusive in the downs, down where
optics fail and the seafloor ripples catch and sway
in swirling riddles like scattered Coptic stanzas.
snatched from Assyria, gold stolen and cycled
through serial societal transgressions--and once
aerial, contraband clutched in raptor snares
slipped--spilled, among the Urals,
and spinning through the acid and urea
of city sewers, doused in chloride
and the caustic current leading to the sea,
collapsing into Celtic knotwork; enclosed
in sand and calyxed like the season's close,
calcite-consumed, sunken, decayed--
with thanks to frost Now with a reading.with thanks to frost in Free Verse More Like This
two roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
PilkunnussijaHere's what I think:Pilkunnussija in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a certain joy in not doing this face-to-face. For one, I don't have to leave my apartment and I have the quiet company of my goldfish and my goldfish alone. (I don't like people, which is why I love books. You can understand that.) For another, I don't have to see your presumably crestfallen and injured attitude when I tear apart the prose you cried and bled and sweated over for weary nights on end. But really the best parts are those uninterrupted hours alone with your manuscript and the shred of you that lies inside. It's a small shred, but an important one. It's the one that tells me who you are and what you think and how you feel and I never have to look at you and be disappointed when the real thing doesn't come up to scratch. As I sit there, un-tensing and re-tensing and tense-shifting and shift-entering (and damn it, wishing English were like German so I could get rid of those clunky space-wasting n-dashes--oh, damn there they are again) I feel li