a storyLook me in the eyesa story in Free Verse More Like This
And you will see beyond
See through outer appearances
Deep down to an inner song
Waves of turmoil
Tears of love
My heavy heart
And I have walked
On through this journey
I have embarked
Within my story
Traveling the pages
Some ripped and torn
Earning my wages
Of what life adorns
Some papers worn thin
Some stained and soiled
Others are just old memories
In the corner of my minds eye
Have been unfoiled
And with each setting sun
And each rising moon
I start anew
Letting go of anger
And struggling through pain
And comes out through it all
The pure creativity my heart does contain
Getting closer and closer
To the end of the book
Growing older and older
My hearts on a hook
Being thrown out to sea
Then drawn back in
How long it survives
On my book it depends
But for now it beats
A strong yet sometimes faint melody
And for now it pumps blood
So that my life I may keep
And for now I move on
To the next page untorn
world of painMy toes now touchworld of pain in Free Verse More Like This
The heated ground
And ridden of sound
My arms in front
Of my stomach
My wounded gut
As I look
Tilting my head to the sky
As I look
I begin to cry
Blood rains down
And is drawn in
The sunken ground
Which is defeated with sin
And everywhere I walk
Everyplace I touch
I feel the earths pain
And it's inability to receive love
The plants cannot grow here
They shrivel in fear
The animals can't survive here
They're hearts brake and tear
The only life that inhabits this place
Is a broken girl
With a shattered face
She sits alone
And cries and cries
Her shrieks and yells
Cannot pierce the skies
No one can hear
But her..but the blood
No one can help
Or give her there love
And looking down
Upon what's left
I want to save her
But I can't
And slowly she dies
And the world she has created
Upon her remains
She has lost her name
And now she lives
In her world of pain
chainsYour hands are tiedchains in Free Verse More Like This
Above your head
Your toes barely touch
And your heart
It pulses and sounds
Your hair brushes
Past your shoulders
As you twist and pull
To move boulders
And the grass
Laid free beside your feet
And you scream
You scream and you scream
But all is silenced
From this solitude
Bare and raw
Against your chains
Which rust and break
Just like your faith
And you cry
Your silent tears
And you scream
And are your screams silent?
Just because no one else can hear?
And your shrieks
Your tender ears
And you fall
As the chains break
And you crumple
Down below on the ground
Shaking and rocking
But never do you make a sound
Not to anybody
And the angels
But you smile despite yourself
Because that's all you need
Is for them to hear
To hear your pain
To hear how frightened
And you feel
the watersIn a poolthe waters in Free Verse More Like This
It pulls over
And travels into your nostrils
And down to your stomach
Where it fills
And bulges until
Out into the sea
And the red water rises
And your taken in
With the tides
my little baby boyMy little baby boymy little baby boy in Free Verse More Like This
My bundle of joy
My happiness my light
You brighten up my life..
And I know that it is hard
To be sick and in harm
But we can get through this
We can make it to bliss
My little baby boy
Things are getting worse
But do not give up hope
Because I am near
And I will do everything
I can to keep you here
I know this is not fair
For something so evil
To happen to someone so little
So helpless and meek
But do not silence your voice
Please, continue to speak
My little baby boy
Things aren't looking good..
And I promise you I will be there
When you depart from earth
I promise you ill see you through
Until the very end
Because my love for you
My baby boy
Can never be silenced
Can never be dead..
My little baby boy
I was not there for you today
My little baby boy
Why'd he have to take you away..
I'm sorry..I'm so sorry
I promised..I promised
My little baby boy
My baby my baby!!!
How could they take my baby!
But I am not god
loves graspIts been awhileloves grasp in Free Verse More Like This
Since I've seen your face
And its been awhile
Since I've felt your grace
My bare toes misguided
As I walk in the fog
Confused by direction
And many trains of thought
Its been awhile
and I have forgotten
What love is
Perhaps my hearts rotten
With the hate which has settled
Within my breast
It burns and it festers
Inside my chest
And after awhile
I do forget
What love and kindness
What you .. is
And I've walked around this earth
My feet bare and naked
Without a clue in the world
Where I would make it
But now my heart reaches out its hand
And to you lord, I pray for you to understand
And suddenly I feel a touch
Upon my open palm
And suddenly a gentle grasp
Firm I am carried along
Alone no longer
For I am in your company
Healed from hunger
And pain has forgotten me
Love is here and it's here to stay
Within my heart onto my dying day
fallenI'm fallenfallen in Free Verse More Like This
Fallen and now I lay
Lay upon this cold hard rock
This earth. And here I stay
My wings plucked of their feathers
They bleed as they are bare
Nothing to save me now
Nothing to keep me in air
And here I lay
On this cold hard rock
And here I stay
Stuck on this earth
Forced to remain
A part of everybody's sick game
Forced to feel
Feel this torturous pain
And the hurt
Of others leaving me
And this hurt
Which god has forsaken me..
And here I pray
Again and again
Until I realize there is no end
And then I stop
As the final blow to my heart
Renders me dead
And all I have said
slappedIts so sadslapped in Free Verse More Like This
And I cant cry
Yet I can't feel
can't wrap my head
Around this concept
She'll never come back
Don't know what to think
Don't know what to feel
Because the impact of death
Is just too real
It was like getting slapped
The first time you hear
Like a hard hand hitting your face
And your left to feel the sting
Not knowing what to do
Not knowing what hit you
Like standing on a cliff
Then suddenly your in mid air
Tumbling to the ground
And all that consumes you is the scare
The dark gut feeling
That this isn't only a nightmare
That this is a dream
You will never wake up from
That she will never wake up from
That her mom will never wake up from
And you feel trapped
You feel slapped
And your left breathless
Completely taken aback..
And you want to cry
But you can't
Just left to feel the sting
And the sickening shock
Thinking oh my god
Her mother's dead..
Her mother is dead.
soulO golden angel sunken downsoul in Free Verse More Like This
Wings sweeping folded upon the empty ground
Your shoulders hunched your head bent
Your body in pain your soul spent
Your time hear on earth
Has come to an end
To those you gave berth
Their hearts broken now must mend
But you will rise and you will watch
keeping vigil over those you've touched
Beaten down and tired
Your life on earth expired
But you are free
Free to fly
So tilt your head
Up to the sky
Raise your wings
Please don't cry
You will be missed
As you part goodbye
But you are loved
By her and her brothers
You are loved
And I will go hug her
For you I will keep
Your daughters heart beat
Safe from harm
I'll be her friend
And when she is down
I shall do my best to mend
The shattered pieces that cut and tear
I promise you I will do my best
To fix and repair
Because she is beautiful
And loves you a lot
And she will never forget
All you have taught
So in her I predict
You will live on
From the grace of god
Of heaven and earth
And to those you g
make upthe painmake up in Free Verse More Like This
they stab and suffocate
from deep within
and it all comes
attatched, trailing along
by one thought
in my head
thats all it ever takes
and i am reminded of the hate
of the monsters
they claw and scratch
opening my heart
i ache silent tears
unable to move
unable to live
the only way to
covering it up like
make up over dirt
is by drowning it out
with the soul and heart
of anothers voice
i turn it up
make it yell
but the constant
screams of my
bruising my ribcage
and if i feel this hurt
then surely god must too
god has to suffer
for i can not
be loved by him
if he isnt truely
there for me
and if he does
feel this pain
then when will it end?
for it's driven me insane
and by the end of it all
shall i rise...or
shall i surely fall?
only to be a beast of
on to an
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 Ninth SealAnd the elders and the four beasts and the multitude of saints and wise-men and women who were with the LORD stood and before the LORD and the lamb they bowed with their heads to the ground and worshiped the LORD in prayer and thanksgiving. About me there was silence, for in Heaven, all the angels were in prayer and thanksgiving for the space of half an hour. As I watched the silence of heaven and the prayer and thanksgiving; I beheld seven angels arrayed before the LORD, and given them were seven golden trumpets, and one strong angel was given a censer full of incense for the cleansing of the Earth.The Ninth Seal in Free Verse More Like This
And the saints prayed before the LORD thy father, and the angel with the censer lit therein the incense, and the smoke ascended to the LORD, the one who sat atop the throne. After this was done, the Angel took the ashes from atop the altar and cast it upon the Earth. There cast from the altar with the incense and prayers of God, cleansed on the altar of the saints, wa
The Beast Of The EarthAnd after three days and the half of the fourth, they who rejoiced and were merry, who had bore gifts upon themselves and the others who had rejoiced and were merry; were entered in spirit by that of the LORD. They beheld great fear upon them and them who had seen them and the dead bodies of the angels; who remained in the streets of the great city.The Beast Of The Earth in Free Verse More Like This
At this they beheld a great voice in Heaven saith on the dead bodies of the angels, ‘Come up and hither, come up and witness the reward of the saints and wise-men and wise-women; sages of the nations. Heirs of the Kingdoms of God.’ And them who were merry, and had bore gifts upon their kindred, learned from the voice of the LORD that their kingdoms of the Earth were now the Kingdoms of the LORD.
And I beheld, for the beast of the Earth hath risen from the bottomless pit, and had went forth to make war with the Earth and the LORD on his day. And the people in the great city had troubled not to bury the angels who had been slain
The Kingdom Of DarknessAnd I beheld for my sites found outside the temple of the LORD, a woman who had pained to be delivered. And her name was Racheli the Maiden of Knod. And she had the appearance of mine own daughter. And I looked and saw the angel Micha’el who went forth toward her to deliver her child at the edge of the Heavens. And I beheld for so too did the demon of the Earth, that beast who had come from the bottomless pit.The Kingdom Of Darkness in Free Verse More Like This
And he waited for her that he may devour her child, which Racheli had pained to deliver. And lo, I beheld, for she delivered a man-child out of her womb. And he was a man as though the sun that shines upon the Earth. And he went with Micha’el to the temple before the beast were to devour him. And Racheli went forth and fled into the forest.
And this I beheld, for the Angel Micha’el clothed the man-child in sackcloth and named him Pyllon. And Pyllon went forth to find his mother out in the forest, and the beast who was with his mother; went forth and devoured
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 Bottomless PitThat great and powerful angel, that one who announced the scroll of God and the nine seals wroth thereon. He who stood before me now with a great chain in one hand and the key to the bottomless pit in the other; his name Micha’el the Mighty.The Bottomless Pit in Free Verse More Like This
He stood and with the key in his right hand opened the bottomless pit and bound with his right hand the dragon of death and his servant the false prophet; the Beast and Apylliades for one hundred generations or one thousand years.
And after that time the beast and his servant were in the bottomless pit shall they again be cast upon the Earth and make war with the nations of the Earth. At this shall Micha’el cast them into the lake of fire that is within the bottomless pit. And they shall be bound there with the deceivers of men and the armies of the dark kingdom forever and ever.
And I beheld in Heaven a white throne and on it sat the king of the Earth, the Lamb of God and his bride. And they were to judge the dead of the Earth. And t
The UnveilingAnd I beheld a city in Heaven as it were, coming down unto the Earth where Diana was and had fallen. And in the city I heard the great angel Micha’el saying ‘Herein the kingdom of God is now upon the Earth, and he shall be with the people of the Earth; his own. And he shall rule over them with the double edged sword of wisdom and law. And there shall be no more death nor suffering; now shall be any sorrow for the tabernacle of God has arrived. And the LORD and Lamb shall wipe away their tears and make them happy that they shall drink of the waters of life freely and soften their bellies.’The Unveiling in Free Verse More Like This
And I beheld, for I was spirited away by Micha’el to the great peak that stood before Diana nearest Abydion. And out of this I saw, for the city of God had twelve gates and written thereon were the twelve tribes of Knod. And this I beheld, for there were three gates I the north and three in the east and three in the west; and still three more in the south. And there were wa
Book Of Redemption - Gateway Into HeavenAnd upon this task being accomplished, I beheld a door into heaven open; and a voice came forth from the door which had opened and saith on me: “Come forth and make known, for the things I shall share unto thee are of the hereafter.” Upon hearing this voice I was thrust into the spirit, and beheld my site was a throne, and one who sat upon this throne. And the one who upon the throne sat was like gem and crystal rock. And there was about the throne a ring of rainbows. The symbol of the holy covenant with the LORD thy father and Knod.Book Of Redemption - Gateway Into Heaven in Free Verse More Like This
Around the throne saw I twenty-four in rows of one hundred seats seated with elders atop them. And atop the heads of the elders who sat atop the seats were crowns of gold. About the throne were four beasts, who gave honor to LORD thy God, and they sat about the throne before a sea of green as though crystal. The beasts were filled with eyes about their body, front and back; top and bottom. The first beast had the head of
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 Third SealFrom the distant shores they sailed. Aboard triremes and wooden ships and iron ships and metal ships they sailed, making a name for themselves far and wide. From far off lands the people of Aztlan bought and sold wares of their making; and the making of the subjects of those distant lands and wealthy ports they sailed to. Yet they made enemies, and upon this I had witnessed the lamb open the third seal, and shew judgment upon the people of Aztlan, and this he had done, and I saw a great wave, such as the one which had struck Diana. And this wave had swept south about and over the countryside towards the grasslands of Aztlan, and swept about the city of wealth.The Third Seal in Free Verse More Like This
And as he opened the seal, I beheld a group of many warriors in thirteen rows of three columns praying towards the skies to bring the rains upon a fair city in the Medinat, but I could not make out the name of the city in their prayers. Upon this, I saw also a man, who was crowned with jewels and ornate as though a king of the pa
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.
driftListen to this aloud here.drift in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes we move like glaciers.
slow sliding continental shift
one particle at a time--
our vantage point unchanged for years
and years will pass with more years behind
and we will remain deceptively still
we carry things with us,
pebbles and twigs we rest on
for years and years--
but we can cast back
explore the ages we contain,
kept safe inside ourselves.
each grain of sand held close
whispering of ages long since returned to dust--
ages we have seen grow and die
ages we carry
we move like glaciers
quiet and assured
and years will pass with more years behind
but when time has grown tired,
we will remain.
we will have tales to tell.
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--
the breakers will always call us homedon't mind my voicethe breakers will always call us home in Free Verse More Like This
in the twilight.
i am without shoes,
beneath my wings.
i was the well that fed the lake--
i [saw] your fingers touching the water.
where did you sleep last night?
love and sundry beasts .:commish:.Churchbells ring twice and everywhere--love and sundry beasts .:commish:. in Free Verse More Like This
in the echoes there are whispers,
sliding quiet along the edges of
logical fallacies. This
is how the world will end:
lovers and lies,
and a sudden
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.
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
ChloeChloe was born in the pouring rain and blinding dark, under a thunderstorm that cut power to five counties and lingered for days. Her first memories were damp and earthy and fresh--watercolor paintings of wildflower fields, thunderheads, and pale yellow dawns.Chloe in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She grew up with summers swimming in lurid heat and trembling cicada calls; in winters soft with snowfall and tree limbs upraised to the icy light. She was a tiny sun in herself, glowing effortlessly. Plants reached up to her, swayed with her voice. Given enough space and enough time, her hands could have delved into the earth and come back up trailing with trees and vines, with berries falling from her fingertips and thick pale roots curled around her wrists.
I met Chloe in the middle of one electric summer, when the heat was aggressively breathtaking and I had to continuously swipe sweat from my eyelashes. Chloe was a breath of undying spring--cool to the touch. She tasted like almonds and cinnamon and clean, wet dirt, and like
ocean planetsRead aloud here.ocean planets in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and what immortal hand or eye could frame
the cities drowned in sharp, unspoken fears,
and sound the silent depths and dream to tame
their deepest of abyssal teeth. and years
will pass and years will follow down below.
and roaming jaws will take their prey and grin
and fear no cosmic consequence. they know
that blackened waves will hide the darkest sin.
no faith survives these godforsaken seas,
no faith can match the weight of death and space--
the snow of snuffed-out souls feeds this disease:
leaves leper scars on corpses doomed to waste,
and soft, with gentle hands it leads them down
Thank You, Happy Birthday"My Pen is a Keyboard"Thank You, Happy Birthday in Free Verse More Like This
Was a ditty I did
When I was a kid
Feeling out the corners of my mind,
But there is a boy -
His Keyboard is a Pen -
And now I prefer to feel out the corners
Sometimes he is Neruda:
He writes the saddest lines;
And sometimes Frost:
Penning a the sun on the back of the deer
As it splashes through grass dew;
Sometimes Eliot trudging through
The damp streets and
Sloughing off the day onto paper...
Sometimes Millay -
I think sometimes Millay -
I hope -
And clinging to love, though
It rests on the point of
The second hand of God's clock -
But I am there.
And so long as I am there he is there
Writing his poetry without words
To be read without sight.
So long as he is there I am there
To be a reader with closed eyes,
And feel the corners of his tired mind;
And to say:
Love, it won't always be night.
We are here and I will sing you hope
As long as I can. It will be alright.
Love, it won't always be night.
Chasing FoxesWhat are we, my dear?Chasing Foxes in Free Verse More Like This
Two songbirds tightperched
On a branch, livening the day?
I could say yes to that.
But you want to live by the sea,
So seagulls we'll be:
Wheeling and honking and diving
And coming home to shore.
But then, I never learned to swim.
So maybe two little scuttlecrabs
In broken bottle shells,
Holding claws and bubbling nonsense.
Still I have grander thoughts than these,
You and I as brightshining dreamthings
Houring our whiles away with magic
That is coldest when warmed
And floats farthest when the tide is out.
(Perhaps it is risky to indulge in dreams,
The fickleness of seconds ticking makes them
Sand under one's feet; but I have walked on sand,
And I have dreamed you,
And here you are.)
And Gone ToofastNever as much as before -And Gone Toofast in Free Verse More Like This
And clumsy fingers prove
What that curled thing in my chest
Knows is as little of love
As I am morning dew:
A night thing ill-suited,
And hard for daft old Cupid
To see (so dated his eyes
Fail him even in good light).
I would have said so many many things
More than simply goodbyegoodnight
But there isn't anything to anything -
Lost my turn, went back to start,
And you will oscillate forever
In some secret dewy part
Of the thing that curls in my chest.
CreasesPaper folding, tearing, shaping -Creases in Free Verse More Like This
Tie a strip in a knot,
Make a star.
So much simpler than writing,
So much less rewarding.
And just distracting enough
To forget I am disappointing myself.
Fill up a mason jar
Like a galaxy
And the screen is still blank
I am giving nothing
And expending energy
But it's such a marvelous way
To waste time.
Later I'll probably
Throw out the universe
Or maybe pour it on someone's desk
As a surprise.
It's a small inconvenience
But maybe they'll wonder
How long it took to put the stars together.
(And never know they hold
Little chunks of unsung songs
And unwritten poems.)
I'll Crown You When I Find Some LaurelsThe first winter wind is earlyI'll Crown You When I Find Some Laurels in Free Verse More Like This
Swirling 'gainst my cheek
Like a popsicle
All the way down the street.
Better it would have been
To forgo my coat.
(Though the wind is bitter, I am too warm.)
But sequestered in one pocket
Is a case
That will fit in no other place,
Containing one hundred hand-written windows
Open to view the landscapes in my head.
(Hidden so as not to give away the surprise.)
And look, love, here have I placed
My feet beneath me on your doorstep,
Have rung the bell, have turned my face -
The porch captivates me; I look 'round the door.
Beneath my roving eyes,
My too warm pocket hides a prize.
It is yours.
Of Pineapples and PoetryFor years words have droppedOf Pineapples and Poetry in Free Verse More Like This
Into my head,
Like rain on the spikes of a bromeliad,
Single splashes forming trails
And trails and trails
Around the bud,
To fling themselves into the dirt
To splash the roots.
Then slowly up the roots they go
Into the bud.
It soaks them in and soaks them in,
It is patient patient patient,
Waiting too long,
Until I think it'll never open -
And then it
PostureMy percussion teacher, fresh out of surgery:Posture in Free Verse More Like This
Going down the line of kids at attention -
Checking the attention - my percussion teacher
In a wheelchair gliding down the line -
Fresh out of surgery - sliding down the line
Of kids at attention with heads bowed.
My percussion teacher with the aching back;
My percussion teacher, fresh out of surgery
(With the pill keeper on her keychain)
Wheeling down the line of insecure children -
Checking the attention - my percussion teacher
Calling "Chin up, chest out, back straight,"
(Fresh out of back surgery) going down the line,
"Don't lock your knees, be proud."
My percussion teacher weeks after surgery
With the back pain and the brave face,
At a Christmas parade
My percussion teacher gliding beside the drums
Chair whirring between beats, my teacher
Whispering, "roll step, back straight, chin up,
My teacher in her home at New Year's,
Recovered and childish, months after surgery
"Look, I'm taller now? Wanna see my scar?"
Yes I want to se
The Fisherman's Love SongI do not know if it was the guarding beamThe Fisherman's Love Song in Free Verse More Like This
Of a lighthouse, roving 'cross my prow,
Or the glimmer of a mermaid's eye,
Or just the glancing of moonlight.
I do not know what flashed in the night
As I tended my nets blindly,
Only that for a moment I saw
Something all enmeshed and shining,
And it broke free.
I do not think I could've caught it
Or kept it even if I did
(It was too precious to sell or eat).
Still I will stay and tend my nets
Where silver fish are known to leap
And vanish. If it was a lighthouse beam
I shall know soon when it comes around -
A mermaid I should know by the sound
Of song (which I do not perceive),
And if it was the uncatchable moonlight
Winking at my swaying ship
Then I will sit and watch it dance for me -
Always reaching and just out of reach -
Until necessity nags me back onto the beach.
I will return each night to fish and gaze,
Envious of the water so kissed with light
And the insensate sands that glimmer
White, stupidly unaware of sight.
Yet it is
I Bet You Get Sunburns a LotI met Prometheus on a rainy day,I Bet You Get Sunburns a Lot in Free Verse More Like This
He smiled down from the rock face
And we traded pleasantries.
He told me how he passed the time
Counting the lamplights and torches
Burning in the distance, making shapes
Where there were only sparkling lights.
I have made stars, he said,
What are chains to a god like me?
I have set a second sky alight,
Who am I to shy from so low a price?
Well, Why Did We Come Here?We took a drive down to Arizona last summer -Well, Why Did We Come Here? in Free Verse More Like This
I know, it was a terrible season to do it, but
We didn't have enough time off while
She was in school, and I had just gotten
My vacation, so summer it had to be.
We were cruising down the road through the desert,
(And I know people say that deserts are full of cactuses,
But really they aren't, I mean, I only saw like
Seven the whole trip and that was really disappointing
Because I was only really in it for the cactuses;
Oh, but I'm rambling) and she asked me
Why there even are roads in the middle of
What is bascially an enormous sand dune,
So I said I guess there must be towns out here
In this enormous sand dune, places that need
Getting-to. She looked up at the empty shallow-water
Blue of the sky and said, well why would there be
Towns out here? Between the heat and the salt flats
And the lack of cacti (which she said for my benefit)
I don't see why anyone would visit a desert,
Much less live in it. Which was something to think on,
So I di
revelations in the mudi only want to fall in loverevelations in the mud in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if someone is there
to fall with me.
i want to jump from high places
and pretend i'm flying,
i'm a bird, i'm light enough at-fucking-last
for the air to catch me,
and the harsh grounds beneath me?
can't touch this.
but i'm earthbound
and parachutes will not work
if you do not open them,
and i am just so sick
of feeling like maybe,
becoming an abstract painting
on the rocks below, would be enough...
but there is something beating in my chest.
i'm very afraid of what it is.
and i don't know a lot,
like the size of the universe.
or why you sought solace in the south.
or how i came to be in this crater that swallowed me whole;
but i do know the second you told me
you felt the same for me like i did for you,
something in my universe shifted.
part of my soul went to georgia...
and i began to climb.
the purpose of life is to knock you on your ass
so you have to do something with it to get back up.
i don't know about you,
but i'm pretty fuckin' tired of feelin
glass windowswe are windows,glass windows in Free Verse More Like This
made of glass
in the old houses
of our bodies.
the wood of our
has been dismissed,
and pulled a
into the heat of georgia.
i will miss the
of your hands,
the sun spilling
across your face
and painting your
across the city
i am terrified
to lose you
to the sea,
you and me.
i just pray
to the same god
you believe in
that if our ship
we will each
summaryyou greeted me smiling.summary in Free Verse More Like This
it felt like thunder
i know you to be as gentle
as you are rough.
i need someone
who knows how to touch
so i can learn how to feel.
your name means strong.
you are shoulders
and a smile,
with snaking veins.
today, our palms are like
and you are polite
until your lips
you are a new man.
pierced in vain
i am your child.
i am the sweetest moon
under the breath of bedsheets,
our hands swimming
echolaliayou were the taste of something sweetecholalia in Free Verse More Like This
with the foreshadowed promise
of the bitterness that would soon
wash me to sea again.
the nights we spent
of clouds and of cloth-
frighten me as much
as they please me
the roiling ocean,
lapping at our heels
as we became lovers
under the sky;
the curses and hisses
of an extraterrestrial fire
as you whispered to me
to pay no attention
to the teenagers drunken
on the sand;
to feel your skin
along mine in lines
and your lips,
the entire inability
to dismiss the songs that
our hearts once sang
as fragmented fantasies
strikes chords of longing
and echolalia in me
as i utter the moans of
the single wolf
aching on the cliffs.
no amount of midnight,
nor any number of stars,
can take me out of the headlights
i walked toward the cars.
i do not know
how to live with you
as much as i do not know
how to live without you;
i am dead,
buried in the earth,
because knowing you
has rendered me
his mother in readingit might've been the weighthis mother in reading in Free Verse More Like This
she gained in her
hips and stomach
her only child,
or the heft of responsibility
brought on by jobs and bills
and eviction notices,
but she wasn't beautiful
some key element
left her skin empty
and let it sag
and slump like her shoulders.
she looked like wet laundry
hung like papier mache
streamers dragged down
by a cold summer rain.
it choked the life out of her
i can see it in her eyes
in her face
she just sits in front of the television
she doesn't feel love anymore-
telling a story that has no end,
breaking her heart just to feel again-
there is a big nothing
where love should be.
i am wasted , loveit isn't that i'm not enoughi am wasted , love in Free Verse More Like This
it's that i'm too much
rolling hills, salient where
silence should be,
valleys deep like gorges
and rocky like crags.
if i whittle my waist
to a point,
a narrow tip sharp
and lusting for blood,
would i be worthy?
would my heart expound
and writhe in revelations,
would we become the married summer
with starry thieves masking our
this is when i hurl myself into
desperate blue strobes
and feel the bass line drilling the
too-hidden, secret and avian
bones with the bird behind their
cage. this is when i feel hot
hands pressing over cold hips,
when i feel warm for the first time
in what's felt like the eternity
spent holding my breath,
this is when i feel like i could
and you just
great peace and beautyi stretch with the branchesgreat peace and beauty in Free Verse More Like This
overhead, so that i might
grow, so that i might
blossom into something
more beautiful, something
more worthwhile, something
infinitely more than myself.
there is a lot of ugliness
involved in love, and we
shield our eyes to it like
it's the blinding sun,
that blinding truth.
please listen when i say
that the air is too thin
to fill us. please listen
when i say that i can now
understand "too thin." i
want you to hear me tell
you i want to get better,
and i want you to stay
around. i am so afraid
that my body won't, but
even more when i realise
your fingers have become
memories like sound, just
a white sheet of noise and
i realise now that my body,
that i, am so fragile as you
sink me down to the binding
of the pages, the book of
you and me.
what i need is for
you to hear me
when i say that,
just as our love,
i no longer need to
be as weightless
as the folding
stars, or thinner
than the galaxies.
i've long promised my
bones to emptiness,
to breathe lik
the day the sun never rosewhat do you dothe day the sun never rose in Free Verse More Like This
when your eyes are already
imprinted on your eyelids
are scenes and thoughts
and typographical imagery
that are thick
to drive you to madness?
i keep your secrets
and even though
my heart still breaks,
my ongoing refusal
to think of you poorly
at this hour,
you still have me
kept in the dark,
with a longing in the cellar of my stomach;
it never does leave,
i wait with
and rose flavoured tea
clutched like a crux
in my hand
for the intimation
you can love me
i miss the complete envelopment
of my body in yours,
the cross of your arms
belted over my ribs.
you made me feel fragile
but so safe that i
could not break.
the dawn shattered overhead
and i uttered soft cries
in my sleep
the morning you felt wings
emerge from your angel bones
and take you
away from me.
the sun never rose
that day, but the beauty
of the inked night's sky
was missing (you) as well.
i had never hated
the thing is i wish i were kidding but man,the sky fell when you left.the thing is i wish i were kidding but man, in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a burialimagine being the first person to discover death.a burial in Free Verse More Like This
your lover has passed in her sleep.
you kiss her, you touch her thigh,
you whisper her name and stroke her hair,
you listen to her empty heart
and wonder at her silence
you wore red to her funeral because
that was her favorite color and
the pastor wouldn't let you play
landslide on the speaker system
in the chapel.
the gospel choir watched you like
the trees sighed.
and when the service was over
everyone asked how you were
but no one really wanted to know.
thursday the air tasted like stale apples.
grief holds you in
like a corset
red twine tying you
when you feel like
the wind is stagnant
and all you know
is the heaviness in the breeze
that never comes.
and you can see it now-
she ferments in the ground the way
juice once fermented beneath your
kitchen window in the sun, you are
drunk on her body and
you never meant to be,
and the heat becomes the
only thing that is thorough
and the only thing that mat
SquareMad as a hatter,Square in Free Verse More Like This
Battier than milk
A piano on a bottle,
Wrapped in the silky embrace
Of a unicorn.
The grass tickles my ankles,
Growing tall from the sky
Whilst the bright blue floor,
Smiles down on me,
The dolphins piercing it
Like a badger
I know not why
Upon the wall,
Ne'er telling the truth,
But it came to me then
It was never the rabbit's fault
But the Walrus.
My LoveYou've been around a bit,My Love in Free Verse More Like This
Our relationship is worn,
But you still hold me tight;
Envelop me in you.
Night or day,
Dawn or dusk,
I'll always have you,
You're there till the end.
You may be cold in snow,
And chafe when wet,
But I’ll wear you still.
Now that’s love.
The Dark FigureThe shadowy figure clambered quietly up the guttering and darted lithely across the rooftop. His combat boots gripped the snow well and the man moved with the weary confidence of a veteran, reaching the skylight that was his destination swiftly. Testing the iced rim of the window with a gloved finger, he found it unlocked the owner clearly thinking the distasteful mass of Christmas decorations that smothered the opening an acceptable deterrent. The dark figure smiled to himself, easily manoeuvring through the cheap adornments without so much as a rustle. He flipped mid-fall, landing deftly on the thick carpet beneath before quickly checking his surroundings. The blanketed shape of the sleeping couple hadn't stirred, the curled mass rising and falling regularly with each large and loud intake of breath.The Dark Figure in General Fiction More Like This
Staying crouched, the man stepped slowly towards the door, turning the handle silently, despite it's age. He pulled it shut behind him before moving down the hall. H
Hidden and Concealed.I know not what to write, IHidden and Concealed. in Free Verse More Like This
Have no words for this
Am I fighting the inevitable
Violent downfall of my love?
Emotion torrents through me,
A vast river of feeling;
Love, pain, hate
Why won't it turn to ink
And flow across the page?
Your face fills my vision,
Standing before me, a phantom I
Long to hold. To cherish,
Over everything else,
Vacating the need for anything
Except your love.
Did God design us this way?
Your feelings bettering you,
Overtaking everything but leaving you
Unable to control it, express it,
And understand it,
Name it and share it.
Did God design us this weak
And brittle? Unable to just say it
Labouring over the paper,
Wilting and fading.
And still you stand before me,
You, who inspire me,
Strike me with ideas. Ideas that,
Will not flow, as if I,
I am plugged. Silenced. Like you it seems.
Laced with this emotion,
Lost, without my art.
I Wish.I wish I were a catI Wish. in Free Verse More Like This
With fur as black as night.
I'd lie and sit and lick myself,
And crap just where I like.
I wish I were a dog,
With fur as thick as Bush.
I'd run and fetch and pant a lot,
And bite you when I want.
I wish I were a bird,
Without fur, that'd be weird.
I'd tweet and flutter and peck and stuff,
And shit right on your car.
I wish I were an animal,
Not a human, weird and bald.
I'd get to do what I like,
Rather than compose bad poetry.
Hidden.Isolated and dying,Hidden. in Free Verse More Like This
Lost in this abyss of my own lies,
Obliterated from your life.
Vacated, my heart has gone,
Eternally given, forever broken.
Your hand still holds me, resting
Over my soul, my heart, this
Scrape, gouge and chisel;
This face that was once my own.
I'm a liar and a cheat,
Lost from those, from those I
Loved. They reject me.
Or do I reject them?
I no longer know.
You think you care,
But you don't.
This walking corpse's beyond you,
You care for your pain.
Not for his.
I, CandleDon't you hate being the second best?I, Candle in Free Verse More Like This
Overshadowed and put in doubt,
Shielded by those you love;
Your friends shining brighter,
The feeble candle I hold, it flickers
And glimmers so faintly next
To those bonfires around.
People gaze through and,
Why a candle for a fire?
No-one chooses the candle, nor
Prefers it to the light that roars.
I stand on the mantelpiece,
Flickering weakly and
Slowly eroding to my base.
Why won't someone hold me,
Lift me from my doubt
And make me realise that I,
I can guide you through the hall,
My flickering light comforting,
No-one chooses the candle over the fire
Strength over stable.
They overlook me,
A simple spark from that fire,
At least I won't set fire to the wall.
Modern Fairy TaleOnce upon a time, a brave Knight, Sir Marvin, scoured the land in search of prestige, honour, wealth and love. Although merely a poor errant knight, Sir Marvin was rich of heart and mind and his prowess upon the tourney ground was peerless. And so, Marvin set upon his simple quest with a heart filled with hope.Modern Fairy Tale in General Fiction More Like This
However, after several years of hard travelling and of honing his skills before many a Lord and King, Marvin still stood alone; loveless and with dimming hope. Desperate, Marvin travelled westward, away from known lands and into the realms where no one had mapped. After a few months of hard riding, Marvin found himself in a forest that seemed to span the entire breadth of the world. Although his faithful steed rode strongly for many a day, the forest still appeared as dense as it had at first glance. Nightmarish shadows, accompanied by eerie sounds that reached out like shadowy claws, soon began to plague the brave Knight and he found his resolve crumbling; and his pa
Spearmint.There is a man with a hat,Spearmint. in Free Verse More Like This
Its a purple bowler hat.
Although kindly accepted,
And often praised,
His shoes dont match,
With this purple bowler hat,
For they are yellow.
Flash Gordon's worldFlash Gordon.Flash Gordon's world in Settings More Like This
Earth glitters seen from space: from the tiny motes of interplanetary and interstellar craft constantly entering and leaving its atmosphere, from the many space stations in orbit, from the brilliant lights of cities on its dark side. It is a world of super-science, where progress speeds along at a dazzling pace as new technology from other worlds and solar systems arrives to shake things up on an alarmingly frequent pace.
Earth's history diverges from ours in 1936, when earth began to be bombarded with mysterious fireballs from space, a "softening up" terror weapon from Mongo: over the next three years tens of millions of 5-meter balls of immaterial flame would fall from the skies, starting fires in cities and forest and grassland that would kill millions, and cause billions in damages. And then the planet Mongo itself, first misidentified as a comet, would pass within a few million miles of Earth, only veering off in time (its guidance controls locked and destroyed by Go
Orwell's 2010George Owell's 2010Orwell's 2010 in Settings More Like This
It's now 26 years after 1984, and the Inner Parties struggle with various problematic issues. The increase in stormy weather, rising temperatures and melting icecaps has come to the notice of people in positions of power, and they are Not Pleased to say the least about the correlation between CO2 production and rising temperatures that the State's small number of weather scientists have suggested. Due to backward computer tech, the modeling is still primitive, and many in the Inner Party prefer to think it's a natural phenomenon. AIDS is becoming a major health problem, but the Party is reluctant to announce a major failure and thus is pushing pro-condom propaganda hard without telling people exactly why, and increasing state violence against the "promiscuous." People seem to be increasingly skilled at hacking the state spy-camera system to conceal their activities, and the inhabitants of the "disputed areas" seem to be increasingly turning to bizarre, apocalyptic r
The Road Not Taken: 1945Turtledove's "Road not Taken" in 1945.The Road Not Taken: 1945 in Settings More Like This
In this world, another bunch of pre-scientific aliens descended upon British India in October, 1945, with plunder and conquest in mind, only to run into machine guns, anti-aircraft artillery, overlapping fields of fire, etc. The dark red, somewhat slimy and rather appendage-gifted Ssslethy being rather less cute than the teddy-bearish Roxolani, and the Indian Army of 1945 being a trifle more ruthless than the US army of 2039, none of the invaders survived: however, the antigravity generator for one of their shuttles was captured intact.
Earth scientists have spent the last 65 years banging their heads against the incontrovertible fact that if you arrange copper, quartz crystals, and a piece of magnetite in a certain configuration, and rotate it, you get an antigravity field, in spite of there being no discernable reason why this should be so. Quantum mechanics has gone off in some very odd directions, most of them dead ends, since 1945, as have th
A Jules Verne Universe(sorry about some overlap with the previous one, but can't have Verne sans "Journey to the Center of the Earth"):A Jules Verne Universe in Settings More Like This
JULES VERNE UNIVERSE
It's a steam-punk world, of course.
In the Jules Verne universe, arts is ornate and baroque, and the neo-futurist style nowadays clashes with the techno-Egyptian in architecture, and "function determines form" is hardly heard of: pillars, balconies, statues atop spires are normal parts of skyscrapers. Peristyles, monoliths, domes and geometric colossi: lots of shiny brass, colorful synthetic stone. Not that this is all very visible: this is a vigorously capitalist society, and enormous advertising placards and posters glued to building walls by boys riding one-man blimps deface the buildings, which are also usually a bit dingy from pollution. Slidewalks carry the gaily dressed throngs along streets glittering with electrical lighting, and the tubes of pneumatic transport services criss-cross overhead.
Technology is advanced, but alien to that of our uni
First ContactsIt's the early 24th century, and it's an exciting and somewhat disturbing time for humanity. It has only been a few decades since the development of the new "overdrive", which allows ships to travel at the equivalent of thousands of times the speed of light, superseded the old Lawlor Drive with its practical limit of about thirty times light speed. Humanity is exploding in all directions out of the confines of "civilized space", a roughly ovoid blob of the galaxy some 400 light-years across (although some far-flung colonies lie as much as a hundred light years beyond) containing several thousand populated solar systems.First Contacts in Settings More Like This
It is an exciting time, if a somewhat uncertain one. Humanity is at the same time spreading itself extremely thin some new colonies have been established as much as several thousand light-years from Earth and growing closer together. An interstellar government has never been practical with even the Earth-Centauri run taking over seven weeks and electronic
Long After 1984A drabble.Long After 1984 in Settings More Like This
The Third-Rank Hierarch of the Inner Church grinned. He had discovered a clear error of dogma in the annoying Second-Rank Hierarch James of Oxfrd's writings – he was implying that the current Nine Castes were an elaboration of a smaller number which had existed at some time in the past. That was clearly a doubleplus ungood violation of the Principle of Conservatism, under which only the High Council of the two Innermost Castes could recreate Falsepast to bring it in line with Truefuture. A clear case of Thoughtcrime. He wet his quill in the ink and began writing. If he followed Properproc and made sure to put this information in the correct hands, he would rise and James of Oxfrd would sink: at the very least banished from the Inner Castes and be Made Straight, possibly even be declared an Unperson and suffer the Seven Tortures.
All was Plusgood. The Hierarch paused and gazed out the window of the Ministry of Truth. It was a lovely spring day in the year 2484, and the sun wa
Opposites WorldOpposites WorldOpposites World in Settings More Like This
In this world it is the same date as in 2010 here, but the positions of the planets in the sky indicate it is six months ahead in its orbital path.
What used to be the USSR in our world is today a peaceful social-democratic federation and the world's greatest power: the US is the crumbled remnant of a former fascist superpower, now aggressively moving back onto the world stage.
In the Americas, Canada is an impoverished former US territory, its inhabitants known for their political violence and criminality. Mexico, shorn of its northern territories by the US, is a first-world country to which many Americans flee. Brazil is a fascistic dictatorship where the 40-year rule of its mulatto dictator has been supported by the power of Voodoo, but which on the bright side treats its jungles as sacred. Argentina is a futuristic socialist technocracy, the legacy of Evita Ibarguren, greatest of 20th century popular revolutionary leaders. Wealthy Cuba is gambling, beaches, and offs
UnparalelledSome ways into the future of Jack London's "The Unparalelled Invasion", or my remix of the same...Unparalelled in Settings More Like This
It is May 1, 2036. It is a bright and sunny day over much of the United States, which nowadays includes an Anglicized Mexico and much of the Caribbean and Central America. The sky is filled with colorful airships, and far above them, leaving glowing trails from their many little rocket tubes, the express fliers zoom on their globe-spanning routes. The colossal towers of New York, Chicago, Mexico City gleam in the sun. It is a day of Remembrance for the 385 million inhabitants of the United States. A great many events, speeches, Vitavision shows and "events" will take place, as people stop to remember the greatest crime in all history. It remains a controversial day, and there will be counter-protests by such groups as the Racial Hygiene Society or the Association of True Patriots, and grumbling by those who feel that people should make less fuss over the events of six decades ago when muc
Psychics Predict!Have a wee scenario.Psychics Predict! in Settings More Like This
In the year 2013, the world is much changed. Aliens walk among us, and powerful psychics help maintain the peace. World geography has been changed by the Pole Shift of 1993, which has warmed Russia and Antarctica, but cooled North America. The environment has become substantially more radioactive due to WWIII (1987, US vs. USSR), although fortunate that conflict narrowly avoided spiraling into full nuclear Armageddon. (2012, WWIV, the US and USSR vs. China, saw very few nukes going off thanks to the efforts of psychics and aid from flying saucers).
All cars are nowadays electrical, oil supplies turning out to be less than initially estimated: power mostly comes from 99% efficient, cheap, and environmentally friendly solar energy conversion, a gift from the aliens, as is the super-concentrated form of power storage known as the “sun pill.” The higher costs of airplane travel (the synthesis of airplane fuel being relatively expensive) has led to a revival
Northwest Smith's worldOK, another old-style SF one: the world of CL Moore’s “Northwest Smith.”Northwest Smith's world in Settings More Like This
One of the mottoes of the Space Patrol is “Three Planets, One Law”, but under private questioning they will shamefacedly admit to a variety of local exceptions and variances that would give headaches to a student of the Holy Roman Empire’s political arrangements.
They call it “The Three Planets” as is it was a unified political entity, but it’s hardly that: even the individual planets are fragmented, the Venusian “Emperor” ruling less than a third of the hot planet, the rest being divided into a multitude of kingdoms and empires and republics and barbarian tribal groupings on the Fever Coast of the Hot Continent, and Earth into five Great Powers and a scattering of great-power toadies and Nervous Neutrals. Mars is theoretically under the rule of one dynasty, as it has been since long before the first stone was laid at Jericho, but the Emperor’
Around the World in a DayAround the World in a DayAround the World in a Day in Free Verse More Like This
This morning I went to Turkey
(I wasn't too sure about their coffee; too strong for me to stand)
And I lurked in Belgium too
(They were right about the waffles you know)
By mid-morning, I could smell the orchards of B.C.
(Crunchy sweetness on my tongue)
At lunchtime, I was glad to see Japan
(The sushi and the rice was absolutely just right)
And in the afternoon, I met my match in Germany
(It may be fattening, but it was so tasty)
Dinnertime came and I saw the canals of Italy
(A feast of pasta and herbs on my plate)
And desert was rounded off beside Old Ben
It was a sticky tart made famous by Harry
All around the world today
And as I lay myself down to sleep tonight,
I have to ask myself:
What wonders will I create tomorrow?
Theme 1In the days of chincona barkTheme 1 in Free Verse More Like This
Quinine lingered hard on young tongues
Though the shakes and fevers became a memory
The taste of mortality never would.
PrologueThe seer stood on a platform clinging above her home in the mountains. She was staring straight up into the starry sky, her voice whispering beneath the wind, counting.Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"...Courage, Wisdom and Trickery there, but Chaos, Ignorance and War are missing."
She swivelled around and tilted her head at the sky. "The dragon glows brightest, as does the unicorn. But the great raven is falling."
She turned another quarter turn. "And the black dragon begins to form. Xeran Prophesy may yet come to pass." She turned away from the sharp stars and carefully clambered down the sheer rocks back to her ancient home. "I wonder who will come this time?"
When she reached the pale stone shrine nestled in the lean trees, her form shifted until a raven haired maiden become an ancient crone with thin white hair and skin so wrinkled that it looked as though her form had been crumpled. She hop-skipped into the shrine while the
DesertIt is dry here and hotDesert in Free Verse More Like This
The ground is brown and yellow
Sturdy green plants give all the shade
They stripe black shadows on the ground.
Or maybe it's dry here and cold
The ground covered in ice and frost
Year round, it lurks just beneath the ground
And comes out beneath the twisting lights
There are coyotes (or white wolves)
And deer (or caribou)
And roadrunners (or penguins)
And twisting snakes (or silver fish)
Sometimes you see rocks jutting up
They are caked in dirt or in ice or in moss
Maybe there is a village huddled close to the water
Hiding from the heat--or sometimes from the cold.
They are lonely places trying to bustle
In the summer the tourists sweat
And in the winter, scientists shiver
A wasteland perhaps in ice and sand?
We think only a desolate land can capture
A coyote's [white wolf's] howl.
We think nothing can grow in the shifting sands
Or in the blowing ice and snow.
Bleak, barren desert
Ice and sand; where cacti bloom
Fish all swim in droves. .
And The Gods Fell to the SeaThough we were once great in powerAnd The Gods Fell to the Sea in Free Verse More Like This
Ancient beings of times now gone
Takers of the Ewe and Ram
We stepped from time's stream
Careless of our dripping hems
And of our footsteps in the sand.
We who were once great gods of men
Now our center cannot hold
Few mortals watch the silver rain
Unremarked go our once great Names.
Lament oh mortals on your plane
The last of the great ones no longer remain
Through pride and fear we took ourselves away
To our empty idols do you still pray?
Are you still a God fearing man?
Watch as another star falls down
And wonder now:
Which God has drowned?
And There Were No More HeroesSmoke was streaking the sky with black fingers again, smudging the sunset and turning the brilliant gold into something tarnished. The smell of ashes, the cries for mercy all reached the ears of the old man sitting far enough away from the chaos that only the edges touched him.And There Were No More Heroes in Short Stories More Like This
They were burning those who were not righteous in the eyes of their Goddess.
It was a weekly ritual. There were so many to cleanse; a never ending forest of cages and prisons all with souls requiring the flames to save them. But only recently did the Priests realize that the only way to save the unrighteous was to get them while they were young so as to prevent contamination.
Contamination. As though children could be the bearers of some sort of sin. This evening, the first would go to the fires. They would scream and cry and their flesh would sizzle from their bones and they would be purified.
The old man spat in disgust.
A boy, hardly into adolescence was
Jealousies and RomanceHe was lecturing on the philosophy of relationships in relation to warfare again and my attention wandered over to the fridge. There was some juice in there that I could use as a distraction to get my head clear of the muddle that Alexander had put it in, but then the fridge moved and I decided against it.Jealousies and Romance in Short Stories More Like This
Clearly the cheese that had molded away to green dust transferred its sense of self to the fridge. I idly watched as the appliance shuffled itself into a more comfortable groove in the floor and gave off the impression that it was glaring at Alexander as well. I winked at it and it hummed a little bit in response.
"Romance is a lot like trench warfare," Alexander said thoughtfully. "You get stuck in ruts consisting of fights and differences of opinion and until someone is willing to blow one side out of the rut, it ends up rotting there."
"Or if someone signs a peace treaty," I said, stretching my fingers and wondering if
DreamsI cannot claim to understand why we dream, but researchers do know that dreams play an integral role in our learning process. In studies done on rodents, researchers put them through the usual maze tests and learning tests and then divided the group. One group, the control group, was allowed to sleep and dream while the other group was interupted all the time and couldn't dream. Researchers found that those rats that didn't dream couldn't function as well and didn't learn the lessons as swiftly.Dreams in Philosophical More Like This
But if dreams are nothing more than a chance for the brain to assimilate data, then why do dreams hold such mystery for us? Why do dreams inspire us, move us, shake us, tear us down and then build us up better than ever before?
Mathematics show that the sum of the parts is greater than the sum of the whole-there is always something more than what we see. Perhaps dreams are part of the sum of the parts that is more than the whole; they trans
Catch a Killer, Chapter 1Chapter 1Catch a Killer, Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a dead body in the water and it wasn't my fault.
It hadn't been my idea to go to the swimming pool late at night in spite of the fact that breaking and entering was generally very much my forte. My best friend and often co-conspirator was the instigator of the trouble this time; he insisted that this was his last chance to go swimming before either the police or his wanderlust caught up with him and so I went with him. Likely out of pure nostalgia or a combination of that and pity, but I went. It was laughably easy to break inside of the community pool; the locks on it were meant to keep out teenage vandals, not two people who had been breaking in and out of government facilities and museums since the tender age of sixteen.
My friend hit the water first and the resounding splash made me shake my head and chuckle a little. I slid in after him and contemplated the dark shadows of the water rippling across an only half lit ceiling. There was something decidedly freeing
Possession 11 - Shades of GreyPossession 11 - Shades of Grey in Science Fiction More Like This
Shades of Grey
Boring, boring, boring.
It was like life had suddenly stopped after that Tuesday night; after holding Elayna in my arms and then yelling at my brother. I can't even remember what happened after that while I ran beneath the night skies. All I remember was waking up at some ungodly hour in my room covered in mud and in desperate need of a shower.
I could only keep up with this grunge thing for so long before I started convulsing myself.
The day started as it did every other. I'd gotten my lecture from Chase that I didn't actually listen to; Vivian constantly hounded me, and Elayna suddenly became more timid around me than before.
Alex had turned distant.
M'kay so maybe I lied a little.
Things were worse.
It was worse in the bite-you-in-the-ass kind of way. Life tended to do that to you, just to keep things interesting. Despite how unusual and cruel it may be.
And so I treated this day like any other. Woke up, ate breakfast, and went to sch
Possession 10 - MeetingsPossession 10 - Meetings in Science Fiction More Like This
The first day of school for me was not a good first day of school, far from it in fact. Unlike all the other kids who got to start out their first day of school together, I started mine alone nearly two weeks after. Some people might think that two weeks really isn't all that long.
Truth be told, it is.
It's long enough for students to get used to the layout of things, it was long enough for them to remember where their classes were, it was long enough for them to make friends and fall into their little cliques.
It was long enough that all the students noticed the new girl.
On my first day, I didn't feel like dressing up. What on earth would have been the point? Wearing pants hurt for obvious reasons and the lack of skin on my legs. So I just wore a long light blue skirt, white tank top with a jean jacket. My hair was in a loose braid that was wrapped around the front of my shoulder, with sloppy loose strands of hair falling out over my face.
Possession 9 - Found and LostPossession 9 - Found and Lost in Science Fiction More Like This
Found and Lost
The first thing I was aware of was blinding light. Not the soothing bright light of the sun on my face or the calming light of a waking dawn. It was the bright florescent light of some facility.
The air smelt stale and filled with rubbing alcohol, laced with the cold scent metal and cotton sheets.
My body felt numb and heavy, like there was a massive weight pressing down on my chest.
I hadn't even opened my eyes and yet the light wouldn't release me from its pain. The usually warm dark colors behind my closed eyelids were now bright pinkish red. I tried blinking a few times and letting my eyes attempt to take on the full force of the light directly above me but all it did was make my eyes water.
I tried to lift my arm to block it out but pain shot through my shoulder and chest.
My eyes squeezed shut and I wanted to scream.
I heard an agonizing moan and realized it was coming from me.
Whimpering I tried to sit up. With great difficulty and plent
Possession 7 - DaybreakPossession 7 - Daybreak in Science Fiction More Like This
Sweat, fear, pain, desperation, excitement, hunger, rage, lust, and blood filled the air.
She had run far, and lasted longer then was normal, and given me much pleasure in perusing her. I was pleased that I'd found such an intriguing prey, one who wasn't afraid of me, but of fear itself. One who defended herself with not a gun but with her own blood. Blood that I would so lustfully devour.
I saw her run towards the cliffs edge and stop short. I could smell panic in her fear now.
I had cornered her between death by a sudden drop over the cliffs edge, and death by me from the shadows.
I couldn't help but smirk to myself. How polite I'd become in my age to give my prey a choice in how she was to die.
Now was the time.
Now I would let her lay her eyes upon her hunter.
Slowly I emerged from the cover of darkness letting the moonlight wash over me, turning my pelt silver.
She turned, her back to the cliffs edge to face me, a tantalizing gasp escaping her pal
Possession 6 - DistractionPossession 6 - Distraction in Science Fiction More Like This
It has been two days since I last saw the girl. I had no clue where she and her small family were on their way to, but it didn't matter. The moment we parted the hunt had begun.
Later on in the evening of the same day that I'd found her, I returned to the gas station after having gone back home to drop of Joes bike. (He tried to give me a lecture but since I didn't stand still long enough, I left him lecturing the air instead)
It wasn't hard to find her delicate scent amongst the rancid smells of the gas station. Once I'd found the trail I followed it to a place called Bear Creek National Park.
It was a stunning wild place that I knew I'd come back to hunt in the future.
Leaving my shoes and shirt back at the house I hunted her on foot in my human skin.
I wouldn't change till the cover of darkness embraced me.
By early morning of the next day, before the first rays of sun even touched the world I'd made it to the Park. I spent that day and much of t
Possession 4 - CaptivatedPossession 4 - Captivated in Science Fiction More Like This
"Anths!" I hollered excitedly, "Anths! Get up, get up! It's Friday! Lets get going!"
Pressing my ear to the dividing door between our rooms I listened breathlessly. I heard a strange groaning noise coming from Anths bedroom.
"Oh c'mon Anths! We've only got 4 days for this camping trip and I don't want to waist a moment of it! Now get you arse outta bed!" I shouted as I banged on the door.
"Just 5 more hours!" I heard him whine from bed through the door.
I snickered to myself, "How about 5 more minutes?" I replied. I heard him snort back at me in protest. "Alright boy, you asked for it!" I said as I swung the door open.
My sister and I had been up hours ago, getting things ready and packed, giving my brother as much time to sleep as possible, but now there was just two things left to do: Eat breakfast and kick my brother out of bed.
"Al'right terd biscuit! Up!" I barked with my hands on my hips. I had two years of annoyingness to catch up on being t
Possession 2 -Eyes in the DarkPossession 2 -Eyes in the Dark in Science Fiction More Like This
Eyes in the Dark
My sister greeted me at the train station, quelling my fears that I'd be forgotten. That was just another little quark about myself that I haven't quite gotten out of since my mother forgot me at martial arts practice once. I remember I had to beg her to stop apologizing for it after she was still saying sorry and promising to make it up to me for the past hour and a half.
I looked around for my brother but he was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank just a little
"Hey you!" I heard my sister's voice cut over the loud hum of the crowds. I looked over the heads of a passing family to see my sister walk-trotting towards me.
"Bethany!" I called back with a grin.
Bethany scowled at me. "Never call me Bethany. It's Beth, or Bethy." She said sternly.
I just rolled my eyes and waved my hand in the air passively. "Yeah sure, whatever you say Bethany."
"Whinifred, I'ma beat you." My sister threatened, though her threat was dulled by the fact that s
Possession Chpt 1 - Good ByePossession Chpt 1 - Good Bye in Science Fiction More Like This
It was another one of those mornings. Or at least it would have been were it not for the nauseous feeling that lingered in the air. The aspect of moving again. But it was by my choice this time. In that I found comfort at least. Instead of being forced, I chose this. Besides, I wanted to graduate from my own high school, the one I half grew up in. I want to graduate with my friends.
I know it's kind of childish to think this way, but who wouldn't? It's almost an inbuilt program, like it was placed there by default. I grew up in Shedden, 'least till I was 15 before my family moved. People might try to tell me that it won't it be the same when I go back, that people change. But it's only been two years, how much could my childhood friends have changed?
I'm sure I'm kidding myself like everyone thinks, and to be honest I probably am. Anyway, it's my mind and my life, and I'll delude it to my liking if I want too. Besides, saying that I wanted
Possession Preface: RunPossession Preface: Run in Science Fiction More Like This
So. Here we were again. After another damned move into the wilderness of man. How pathetic, this trivial life we lived. And yet it was all we were allowed to live.
Anything beyond this nomadic life was forbidden. Remaining in one place to long always resulted in a slip-up. Always resulted in an accident. But it was to be expected. Living among these fragile creatures, damn! It was like setting a massive juicy stake before a starving dog and commanding it not to take a bite.
They were so delicate, helpless, like pups. It was so hard not to be tempted by them! They were such entertaining prey. My brother Alexander and I havent adjusted to this new nomadic life of forbidden indulgence Occasionally we would snap here and there and cause a little slip-up of our own Those were the good days.
Now we were on the move because my brother and I had killed one to many
Figured now I was among the Gree
Possession 12 - Just a ThoughtPossession 12 - Just a Thought in Science Fiction More Like This
Just a Thought
"Whinifred!" Bethany called from downstairs, "Whinifred the phone's for you!"
Lifting my head from the algebra homework I'd been pouring myself over I saw everything was slightly doubled. I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision. It was then that I decided that it was time for a break anyway.
I hobbled in a sloppy drunken manner, bouncing on one foot over towards the phone that was sitting on the night table by my bed. I was out of the wheelchair since Friday and using crutches. I'd spent a week and a half in that wheelchair and with the brace on my wrist; I felt I could handle just using crutches now.
Glancing at the digital clock back on my desk I reached for the receiver.
It was quarter to nine.
'Who would be calling me at this hour?' I thought as I lifted the phone off the hook.
Cupping my hand over the end of the receiver I called over my shoulder, "Got it!"
I put the phone to my ear and heard a faint clic