KyuWook - Love Again (4)I went back to my apartment to get my books for the next class before going to Kyu's. We sat around the table and I stayed silent, waiting for him to talk. There was a reason why he wanted me to be with him, and I would wait for him to tell me what this reason was.KyuWook - Love Again (4) in Romance More Like This
I looked at him. The coldness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by infinite sadness. I placed my chair right next to his before opening my arms. He let himself fall softly against me and I closed my arms on him, hugging him tightly as his body started shaking. Tears soon started flowing and I sang in a gentle voice for him. I would wait until he was ready to talk.
It took fifteen minutes before he calmed down. When he stopped crying, he sat straight again, breathing deeply.
"Thanks for being here."
I smiled softly and patted his head.
"Hey, it's no problem, Kyu."
"I mean, thanks for not abandoning me. For understanding me. Not just for being in my studio with me."
"Still no problem, Kyu."
KyuWook - Perfect World (Chapter 15 - final)'I wanted this to happen. If Wookie couldn't be mine anymore, then he just had to die.'KyuWook - Perfect World (Chapter 15 - final) in Romance More Like This
'I am you.'
"I'm not THAT twisted!"
'You didn't grow up in a f*cked up world created by a selfish guy.'
I stayed silent. I couldn't say anything. I was selfish. I had created this horrible world. I had killed Wookie
No! I hadn't killed Wookie. Not yet! He was still alive! I closed my eyes. I closed my eyes, and I wished.
"I wish that Ryeowook-hyung will survive. I wish to see Ryeowook-hyung alive and healthy. I wish that he will stay alive. I wish "
'Stop doing this. It's useless. Your wishes can only become true when it's rationally possible. Creating a restaurant, creating a new law all of these were possible. But he's already dying. He won't survive.'
"Shut up, Starcraft" I growled before continuing. "I wish hyung will survive. I wish he will open his eyes and tell me everything is okay I wish he will still be a
QMi fanfic - Between Hell and Heaven"Kui Xiaaaaan!"QMi fanfic - Between Hell and Heaven in Romance More Like This
The little demon turned, only to receive a white little person with pure feathery wings and a giant super happy smile in his arms. Kyuhyun let a growl out and showed his tiny fangs to the angel who jumped on him. "I am not Kui Xian, I am Kyuhyun!" Zhou Mi tilted his head to the side, losing his smile and his eyes becoming big and round. "But you know I can't say it correctly." "You could at least try. Want me to transform your name into Joomhyuk or something?"
The little angel's eyes suddenly became all teary. "No " Kyuhyun sighed. It wasn't easy to be friends with the angel prince, Zhou Mi, while he was the demon prince. But at that time, peace reigned between the two nations, and there was no reason for him not to like Zhou Mi. Except the fact that he still couldn't say his name correctly despite the fact that they knew each other since they were born.
Their parents had signed a peace treaty before their birth, and they renew it every year to be sure the other na
KyuWook - I hate everything about you (15)KyuWook - I hate everything about you (15) in Romance More Like This
I ate with him, his parents pretending they were not hungry for now. Surprisingly enough, the tuna salad was delicious. I didn't tell him about what I had found out. I didn't want him to think that I was so easy. Plus, I still mostly hated him.
I hate everything about you!
Why do I love you?
So ironic, how this song reflected exactly my feelings.
Cho Kyuhyun was arrogant, immature, popular and mean. I hated all of his sides and, to be honest, the fact that he had bought me expensive clothes the day before annoyed me a bit. I liked the clothes, but I felt uncomfortable about the fact that I couldn't pay him back.
I hated everything about him.
But then, why did I love him?
I knew this wasn't friendship. I would've kicked a friend trying to kiss me. But I had let this guy kiss me more than once. And, somehow, I knew I had felt his naked body against mine. But when? I couldn't remember.
After dinner, he insisted walking me home and I couldn't say no, so we both went to my house. I u
KyuWook - Crimes and Sex (Prologue)Cho Kyuhyun.KyuWook - Crimes and Sex (Prologue) in Romance More Like This
A man, a young man. 24 years old. Tall, handsome, arrogant. Deep dark eyes, dark brown hair, vicious smile, and a voice that could charm any prey before killing it. He was skilled in killing people without anyone ever thinking he did it. When he wanted to, he looked so cute and so innocent. But, inside the angel's body, there was the demon's personality. He killed, again and again, and nobody could ever catch him.
Cho Kyuhyun's dad used to be the boss of the local crime organization. Used to. Before he was killed by the boss of the Kim clan, a rival organization. Cho Kyuhyun had taken his place and started ruling over Seoul from the shadows, making the city unsafe and the police, living in fear. Nobody could escape Cho Kyuhyun once he had set his eyes on his next prey.
Not even the boss of the Kim clan.
He died one week after Cho Kyuhyun's father died. Killed by Cho Kyuhyun himself.
Nobody knows what happened to the Kim clan after that. A few think that the clan was disint
KyuWook - Love Again (9)I went back to Kyu's apartment every night for two whole months after that night. After two months, he was able to fall asleep without anyone by his side, but we had gotten used to this, so I kept sleeping in his arms three or four times a week. He didn't cry anymore, but I knew he was still hurt inside.KyuWook - Love Again (9) in Romance More Like This
Two months and two weeks after Sungmin had left him, I decided to try and make Kyuhyun fall for me. This is why I asked him if he had anything to do the next day - we were on Friday. He looked surprised, but he said he was free. I nodded softly, satisfied, and asked him if he wanted to go to Old Montreal with me. He shrugged, saying he didn't mind.
When I went back to my apartment, I had to contain myself not to jump everywhere in happiness. But it was very obvious that something good had happened, and Sungmin-hyung raised a brow when he saw the huge smile on my face.
"Let me guess. You have a date with Kyu."
"How did you know?"
"You look so happy, it was pretty obvious."
KyuWook - I hate everything about you (12)KyuWook - I hate everything about you (12) in Romance More Like This
The next morning, I woke up when the phone rang. My mom was already gone to buy food for me for the week, so it's being half-asleep and very clumsy, my teddy bear in my arms, that I bumped my way through the house to the phone. I answered it with the hoarse voice of someone who just woke up.
"Ryeowook-sshi? It's me, Kyuhyun."
I could've guessed. I would've recognized this voice anywhere, though it was mainly because this voice had mocked me for five years.
"What do you want?" I sighed.
"That's rude! Did you sleep well?"
"I was sleeping very well until you called."
"Oh, sorry, sorry. Do you want to do anything today? It's so beautiful outside, I thought about going to Mont-Royal. But maybe you'd prefer going somewhere closer?"
"I, erm I don't know. I didn't really plan to do anything today. I just woke up because of the phone anyways."
"Well, then would you like to come to my house? There's nothing much to do, but "
"I'll think about it. For now, I'm still half
KyuWook - Be the one you hate (Chapter 24)Eight months, three weeks, six days laterKyuWook - Be the one you hate (Chapter 24) in Romance More Like This
I smiled when oppa hugged me from behind, his hands touching softly my huge belly.
He purred in my ear. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I couldn't sleep. I can feel it. It's going to be soon. Very soon. Maybe one of two days. Or less."
"You should rest, Miina."
I laughed softly. "Not Miina. I'm so ugly, I'm enormous."
"No, you're my Miina."
He made me turn in his arms and kissed me softly. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"Any. But I can feel it. She's going to be a girl."
He raised a brow. "You can feel it? Female instinct?"
I punched his shoulder, smiling. "Man-who-became-a-woman-to-give-birth-to-a-baby instinct."
He didn't reply, but laughed and pulled me to the couch to force me to sit. "Miina, just rest, okay? I'll make coffee."
I winced in pain. This was worse than the pain I felt during my periods. So long ago. Oppa frowned and got closer to me, waiting for the pain to go away, supporting m
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 35)The night of the playKyuWook - First Times (Chapter 35) in Romance More Like This
"Have you seen my hair accessory?"
"Someone help me with my costume please!"
"Are the lights okay?"
"What about the sound?"
"Hey, there's one mic missing! We have to find it!"
I sighed, nervous, while everyone was running everywhere to find things to get ready for the play. I was not dressed as Juliet yet, since I would only appear at the very end of Romeo and Juliet.
I sighed again when I remembered that my parents would surely come back home before me, and then I would have to face them and tell them where I had been and everything. I never told them I had to stay after school tonight. I never had the chance to anyways. They were never home. Happily, my boyfriend could drive me home. If he hadn't had his license, I would've been forced to call my parents so they could bring me back home, which was something I didn't want to do.
"Are you nervous, Juliet?"
I smiled, recognizing the voice behind me. White arms hugged me tight and I purred softly. "A bit, Rom
KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 22)"Wookie, look at this! There are little open-air stores there. Do you want to go?"KyuWook - First Times (Chapter 22) in Romance More Like This
I raised my brows in interest before nodding quickly. "Sure! I like stores like these!"
He purred in my ear and took my hand before pulling me with him. "C'mon then, let's go and see!"
We went there and I pouted when I saw there wasn't actually anything interesting. But we still had fun looking around and, after a while, we started both getting hungry. Kyu kissed me softly. "There are little restaurants here and there. Want anything?"
I tilted my head to the side. "Ice cream?"
He smiled. "Ice cream then. I'll treat you."
After getting ice cream, we sat to eat, talk and rest a little. I had caramel ice cream while Kyu had chocolate one. He finished his ice cream in no time and kept looking at mine for a while before I laughed softly. "Want to taste?"
He made a baby face. "May I?"
He purred, tasted and kissed me softly after he tasted. "Delicious ~ But your lips are tastier ~"
I laughed again. "But
Self Righteous SuicideSelf Righteous Suicide:Self Righteous Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
As we walk alone at night.
As we dream of endless death,
As we choke away our breath.
Tormented by our dreams.
None shall hear our screams.
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted in Free Verse More Like This
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
VinashukaThe cloud that forms above the burning wastesVinashuka in Free Verse More Like This
Hints to many that the dying world breathes.
Beneath the empty morrow that holds the shattered
glass, I see myself whispering 'Vinashuka'.
Cold muttered voices tonguing the edge of my sanity
The creeping walls denote the loss of my inner being
Lick the paper that cuts the tongue into a myriad
of pieces and once again whisper 'Vinashuka'.
But my words will fall on deaf ears and I'm tempted
to once again open myself for torture. For perhaps
the endless grief with which I give myself meaning
will form into the bloodied words of 'Vinashuka'.
This single whispered temptation, a solitary lie
amongst thousands of truths, a comforting security
that tells me I'm alive-
Is simple called 'Vinashuka'.
Now I feel like biting this flopping tongue
This worthless condemnation of meat and drool!
It gibbers endlessly and drives me to madness
A madness known as 'Vinashuka'
Chen Yuan Wen, 24th May 2012
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Wabbajacked Part 1KaNack sucked in the cool night air as he rode Shadowmere across the plains of Hjaalmarch. He had just sent another soul to the Void in the name of the Dread Father. He always felt a great sense of worth and satisfaction after a good killing. His spiritual guardian was surprisingly quiet as the Argonian continued to guide his mare forward.Wabbajacked Part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
“What’s wrong, Lucien? Did I finally perform a job so flawlessly that not even you can find room to critique?” the reptile laughed as he turned his head to look back at his transparent companion.
“You breathed so heavily that the only reason your contract remained unaware of your presence was the obscene amount of Alto wine in his system,” Lachance said sternly. “You get so excited about the kill that you forget yourself and just how noisy a creature you are.”
“There is it,” the caster chuckled. “Now that you’ve found fault in my death dealing, the night truly is complete. One day thou
No Man Left Behind part 3Some time had passed since Cicero had been led to his new living quarters. He managed to get a quick look at where he was when the soldiers removed him from the wagon. It had been at least a year since the Fool of Hearts been there with his Listener, but he at least now had an idea of where in Skyrim he was.No Man Left Behind part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
As Salvarus and the younger soldier dragged the jester through the corridors, he took the opportunity to look around as much as he could to try to familiarize himself with his surroundings. The many rooms had been carved out of stone and caverns led to different areas that played host to more Penitus Oculatus soldiers. Cicero had counted at least twenty, and was sure there were even more, hiding like Falmer in tunnels.
Cicero's new room was not very welcoming at all. The stone walls were worn and some had crumbled with age. Torches lined the walls, and it was easily the brightest area in the structure. A cell had been installed strictly for Cicero as it was crudely built into the s
No Man Left Behind part 4KaNack stormed into the Dawnstar Sanctuary and paused only slightly as he went past the Night Mother. Whenever she had something important to tell him, she would usually immediately contact him near the entrance. She was silent though, and the Argonian continued to run in the sanctuary past Babette. She was startled as her leader hurried past, not even acknowledging her presence. The Unchild knew that obviously something had gone wrong, and she hurried after him.No Man Left Behind part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
"Nazir!" the Listener barked loudly as he stopped in the meeting room in the sanctuary. The center of the stronghold provided a large open space, which had since been decorated with a large wooden table and comfy plush chairs. All Dark Brotherhood discussions and meetings took place here.
Nazir appeared from one of the many holes in the sanctuary, and looked more than slightly annoyed by tone taken by his leader. Babette also caught up with KaNack, but she was more concerned than anything.
"Something bad has happened, hasn't i
No Man Left Behind part 8There are those who would say that it's nice to get some alone time every once in a while. Free of distraction and having nothing but their own thoughts as company. For most, that might be the case. However, after countless years of it, one eventually grows sick of hearing his own voice.No Man Left Behind part 8 in General Fiction More Like This
The jester had been kept in his new prison for at least two days. Two days of pitch black and deathly silence. One does not spend that much time in solitude without being able to estimate how much time passes by sheer sensation alone. His experience at the Cheydinhal sanctuary left a huge imprint on Cicero. The loneness was not easy for a man who had always been surrounded by those he called 'family'. They were all dead, and the silence began to slowly drive him mad. The Keeper had been released of his solitude when he was mercifully granted a friend from the Void.
The jester's laughter had been deafening, breaking the serenity of his mind. Laughter, jokes and songs of heroes and silly men n
Wabbajacked Part 3The four assassins made their way through the lands of Skyrim as they continued to converse with one another,Wabbajacked Part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
“I appreciate the assistance,” the mage insisted. “I’ve dealt with daedra before, but honestly, he was the last one I expected to jump back into my life.”
“I warned you not to meddle,” Lucien said as he walked silently along the freshly fallen leaves, leaving a fine blue mist behind him.
“Well, it was either work for the daedra or spend eternity in limbo, what choice did I have?” the Argonian snapped at the spirit. “I swear, sometimes you sound just like my mother.” KaNack turned his head to look over at his fellow sister. “Is Lucien as bossy with you in this realm as he is in mine?”
“I don’t have a Lucien,” she answered simply.
“You don’t?” the caster asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “That’s a shame. I owe a lot of who I am as a Dark Br
Guild Wars Chapter 10Presenting the Destruction Instructor Faralda with KaNack's writ of passage had been more than enough to welcome the two Dark Brotherhood assassins past the gates of the school. The Arch Mage had included in the note that the two were to be personal apprentices under the three resident members who had been a part of the Winterhold Five.Guild Wars Chapter 10 in General Fiction More Like This
Shaleez had been surprised how easily it had been for both her and Dro'marash to blend in with the rest of the apprentices of the Winterhold College. With the Arch Mage being an Argonian, and his assistant a Khajiit, the school seemed to have a surplus of the beast races applying to improve their skills in the arcane arts.
For the last few weeks, both she and her brother had been almost always been in the presence of the feline J'Zargo, Brelas the Bosmer or Onmund, one of the very few Nordic mages in Skyrim. The Dark Brotherhood was going to make sure that the Morag Tong did not strike out against these three.
The more time that th
My Own Path Chapter 42My Own Path Chapter 42 in General Fiction More Like This
The water was cold and murky but it did not seem to affect the Argonian in the slightest. Truthfully, he was more at home when in the water than on dry land. His long slender black tail swished from side to side, propelling him silently deep under the Karth River, keeping the large silhouette before him in sight.
He was hardly even aware of the ghostly hand attached to his ankle. He pulled his spirit along with him, out of sight and out of minds of the soldiers lining the deck of the Katariah. No one had seen them slip into the water, so no one would be expecting it when they laid siege to the Emperor's vessel. The Penitus Oculatus scanned the shores and the river, seeking out any who might wish their Emperor harm, none of them, however, predicted an intruder to come from below.
A dark shadow cast over the mage as he swam under the ship, looking for the anchor keeping it moored to the inlet. He was not disappointed. The large, barnacle crusted chains remained stiff and taut
My Own Path Chapter 33My Own Path Chapter 33 in General Fiction More Like This
"Damn he's heavy," KaNack growled as he proceeded to drag the body of a dead Orc behind a row of large barrels. The reptile narrowed his eyes at the spirit who was absentmindedly tossing an apple from hand to hand. "You could help you know, Buddy. This was YOUR idea."
"I think you are handling yourself just fine," Lachance answered, not even bothering to look at the Argonian. "Honestly, you'd think the fool hadn't eaten an apple before the way he grabbed it out of your hand. I've seen horses with more restraint." He tossed the piece of fruit over his shoulder, and walked over as KaNack finally managed to get the corpse tucked away in a corner.
"Alright, we got the writ of passage, the body is hidden... "KaNack glared at the ghost. "I killed him in a manner that you saw fit for a chef."
"A cook dying from the very food he loves," Lucien answered with a satisfied smirk on his face. "That is a truly ironic death. Thank you for humoring an old specter."
"Whatever, we need to get back to th
My Own Path Chapter 6My Own Path Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
KaNack was less then gracious the following morning when the Windhelm guards finally released him from his cell. It was a rather rough night, and not one he'd like to experience again. The Argonian growled as the guard kept very close to him until he exited the Palace of the Kings. There was little chance that the Stormcloaks were going to allow a filthy lizard like him anywhere near their flawless jarl.
"All right Argonian, just head straight out of Windhelm," the guard ordered as he pointed in the direction of the great doors.
"Gladly, thanks for the room and board," he hissed as he made his way towards the stairwell. He was ready to leave, when something caught his eye. There was a path off to the right, the one that the Dunmer had mentioned the previous night.
Curiosity killed the Khajiit, but this supposed Black Sacrament sounded like a rather fascinating ritual. If nothing else, he could use it to make J'Zargo nervous if it was easy enough to perform.
"Why not," he gru
My Own Path Chapter 15My Own Path Chapter 15 in General Fiction More Like This
The first week had been very difficult for everyone in the Dark Brotherhood. The arrival of the Night Mother had been something that all had been looking forward to, but nothing had prepared them for the eccentric Keeper.
The jester would be up at all hours of the night, either tending to or watching over the iron crypt. Word had quickly spread about Cicero's short temper when it came to the Night Mother, so everyone just felt it would be easier to avoid the tomb's chamber rather than have to deal with the Keeper.
Eventually, things began to return to normal, and everyone was once again doing their normal routines. Veezara and Arnbjorn were practicing their melee in the training area, Babette and Gabriella focused on their alchemy, and Festus and KaNack were hard at work in the art of destruction magic.
"Two soldiers behind you," Festus muttered as he watched from the side, arms crossed.
Without turning his back, KaNack's arms reached back and two bolts of lightning shot from them.
Sixteen Hours Chapter 1 - EunHaeThree months later.Sixteen Hours Chapter 1 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Donghae was sitting next to a hospital bed, circles under his eyes, half laying on the bed. His hand was stroking the inert hand of Hyukjae, with his thumb, looking at him with sad eyes. His head was against his arm, breathing slowly, only looking at his lover sleeping his long and endless nap, as he liked to think it was. Even if he didn't die when he was hit by the car, which was a lot of luck, he did fell into a coma and didn't wake once since that fatal day. Donghae was hardly leaving the side of this hospital bed, only leaving to go to the bathroom and when he was forced out by his friends. At first, Donghae was talking to Eunhyuk, trying to make him wake up, but he stopped after two months, only sitting next to him, talking only once in a while.
Leeteuk was outside of the room, with Shindong and Kangin, preparing themselves to go inside. Kangin and Shindong were almost pushing the elder inside, telling him he was the best person to go and see him.
Underground Beat Prologue - EunHaeIt was a dark night. I was walking down the street to this popular place for artist. This place where they could show up their skills and talents in front of a small public composed of other artists or tourist. I was there because of one of them. I was a dancer myself, but I was fascinated by this dancer. There was so much feelings, so much...beauty even, in his way to move. He was the best around, everyone knew him, but nobody knew his name.Underground Beat Prologue - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was there everynight, admiring his dancing skills, a little in the distance. He would always leave an hour before the sun would go up. He was never there the day, only at night, under the streetlights, never saying a word. He would just...come around and dance, then walk away and come back the night after. Nobody knows I come here everynight, they think I am out drinking, or practicing in my studio, nobody knows I am captivated by that man. I never see the time fly, I am lost admiring him, wishing that one day, I could be as good as him. In my w
Underground Beat Chapter 10 - EunHaeI waited the next day to go ask Kyuhyun about what he thought, since he seemed to know so much. I didn't know how he could know such things, but I didn't need to wait long. It was maybe an hour before I was about to go to the stage, I knocked at Kyuhyun room's door. I could hear the song of one of his games playing as I opened the door.Underground Beat Chapter 10 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Kyuhyun, can I ask you-
I stopped and froze. Kyuhyun was half naked, looking at me with big eyes, as I realised Zhou Mi was under him, his shirt almost off, blushing like crazy. I didn't need an explanation to understand what was going on. They didn't move, Zhou Mi looked like he was about to get up and beg me to forget what I had seen, and Kyuhyun had just froze, unable to say anything. I slowly closed the door and said, before leaving them alone:
-Sorry, I'll ask later...Sorry for bothering...
I closed the door and walked away. I was at the door when the two of them rushed to see me before I leave. Kyuhyun took me by the shoulders and shook me, appar
Underground Beat Chapter 1 - EunHae-Are you sleeping much, Donghae? You look tired...Underground Beat Chapter 1 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-It's nothing, Leeteuk. I'm okay!
I smiled. Of course I was okay, the mysterious dancer had seen me! I smiled at the leader. He smiled back, not certain. I did look tired, but I couldn't stop myself from going out at night. He had rehearsal today, lots of practice to do since we had a new music video coming out soon. The teaser, actually, so we had to do the clip as fast as possible. I guess I will have to sleep more, or else I will be to tired to dance.
-You should probably take a day of and sleep, I can take care of the boss if you want, you look like you will fall asleep in any second. Go back in bed, I'll take care of it.
-Thanks, Leeteuk, but I'm really okay, it's not the time to sleep now. I will take a day off after the shooting of the new clip if you are too worried about me, okay?
-Okay, but take care of yourself!
He walked away, going to help Siwon getting Kyuhyun out of the bed, like every morning. Heechul was finally out of
Underground Beat Chapter 2 - EunHaeEven if I had missed his show, I got to talk to him! Well, more answering to him, but it was a good thing! Plus, I wasn't as tired as the day before, so Leeteuk would not worry about me. I got back into my room, letting myself fall on the bed. I just realised I was smiling the whole time. At least I had an hour more of sleep before I had to get up. We had the shooting in two days, then we would have two days off before starting practice again. Those schedules were hard on us, but it was worth it.Underground Beat Chapter 2 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We had flimed most of the clip already, starting with the individual scenes so we would not be all sweaty because of the dance. We just completed those and done all the dance versions for the video clip, in different outfits and decors. We would be able to have a few days off now, if we were lucky and if all the scenes were perfect.
Another day done, I decided to take a walk in town before dusk. I really didn't want to miss it today. Was it because he had told me he hoped to see me again or on
Biting Feeling Chapter 10 - EunhaeThe good grade gave Hyukjae some freedom, and miss Kaen's call too, like she promised she would do. It still got him to be more often home studying than out fooling around. So, the next friday, when he was finally free to 'party' with his friends, it was no surprise he got back to the bar with the two of them. Well, he did say to Donghae he would go back once he could, and it wasn't like him to not keep his promises, but he was a little apprehensive. Not just a little, actually. Though, what was he worried about? It only had been kisses, right?Biting Feeling Chapter 10 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Hello guys, said the barmaid with a big smile.
-Hi Arianne-Li! How are you, asked the chubby student.
Kyuhyun stared at his friend, wondering how he learned the woman's name. He didn't have time to ask, that she was already giving them their favourite drinks. The three of them sat on the high stools, getting confortable before the show. For once, Kyuhyun would be able to judge Moonlight's performance.
-So, I guess the studying went well if you
Dream World Chapter 24 - KyuWookIt was almost midnight when the two girls left to go to Ama's place. At least they were kind enough to not make any explicit reference to what could happen in my head that night. Only Ama had a big Cheshire cat smile on her face when she left. It became a little silent though, until Ryeowook smiled and yawned.Dream World Chapter 24 - KyuWook in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Maybe we should sleep. I did say I would make you sleep, right, he said to me.
I was lucky he had turned his back on me because my eyes went wide open because of the images going through my head. He turned around just when I had gain my cool, still smiling. Was he waiting for me to say something?
I walked fastly before him, going in my room, him following me. Why was I so nervous? Nothing would happen, I already knew that. I grabbed my pyjama and jumped on my bed, smiling slightly, Ryeowook taking his own from his bag before heading for the bathroom. I got dressed quickly and breathed deeply, closing my eyes. Damn it, I've never been this nervous before. I grabbed on
Biting Feeling Chapter 11 - EunhaeThe next time Hyukjae went at the bar, it wasn't for the same reason he went before. He was frustrated both because of school and because of how he was becoming a total mess everytime Donghae would do something. The make-out session behind the stairs had haunted his dreams and, let's face it, made him change his bed sheets and his pyjama pants a few times since then. It was a kind of frustration he never experienced before. Well, those kind of kisses, he never had them before neither. He had no clue what to think or what do to, and talking about his...well...wet dreams to his friends was going to make him unconfortable.Biting Feeling Chapter 11 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Which was why he was going back to the bar a night without a concert and was going to seek some advise from Arianne-Li. Hidden ones, of cause, he wouldn't talk so openly about it, especially in a public place. She was the only one he knew who was probably used to those kind of secret stories.
Sitting at the counter, he sighed softly, playing with the straw of his
Biting Feeling Chapter 9 - EunhaeIt seemed like Shindong had been a great person to talk to because when he went back, a week later, the barmaid had the brightest smile. Even if he had the intention of asking about Donghae, as last time, she was quick and had already started him into another conversation.Biting Feeling Chapter 9 - Eunhae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Your friends aren't with you today, she asked, apparently curious.
-No, Hyukjae had to study since his grades still aren't great enough and Kyuhyun decided he was going to bother him. I came here because I didn't want to study.
-Fine with me, you're quite sweet as a client.
She winked, making Shindong smile shyly. She gave him his favourite drink, which she had learned about the last time he came. Actually, she knew a lot, since they had talked a lot before Kyuhyun dragged the chubby young man away.
-Hey, he said, getting her attention. Is it okay if I ask your name?
-...What is it, then?
-Ariane-Li. I remember yours being Shindong, am I right?
He smiled, taking a little sip of his drink.
-Are you good
Underground Beat Chapter 8 - EunHaeIt was the first time Kyuhyun was speechless. He didn't have anything to say about Eunhyuk dancing skills, he had froze of admiration. I was hoping that he would not get a big head because he was one of this fabulous dancer's idols. He would probably not, but you never know with him. Hyukjae got out of the stage and walked towards us, smiling. His forehead was a little sweaty, not that much since it was a a little cold outside that night. Kyuhyun actually said a word only when Eunhyuk was in front of us.Underground Beat Chapter 8 - EunHae in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-This was so amazing! You are a professionnal, right?
-No, not at all, it's only for fun.
While the maknae was processing the news, I complimented the happy dancer for is performance.
-Thank you, Donghae. I have to go now! Thank you for your time, Kyuhyun!
He ran off, probably to sleep before going to work. The maknae looked at me. I smiled and walked away, going back to the dorm. Kyuhyun followed me, of course, we had things to do that day and we really needed some sleep or else the o
Friday NightA man walks out of the double doors, his chest a hole with a ring of fire around it. It is raining, pouring, but the fire still burns. Small dogs nip at his heels; he clutches the twelve-pack he just bought tighter and walks on. Tonight he will try to quench the fire, lay the ghosts to rest for a time, fall down the spiral. Tonight he will find Captain Hook and try to retrieve a measure of what was lost. Tonight he will go down the rabbit-hole, across the borderline, try one more time to break on through to the other side. Perform the ritual. Fight the dragon. No sleep until the sky is pinhole bright in his eyes and he's paid the price of the trip. Lips chapped and coughing up a lung, he'll stumble to his bed in the ocean, dreamless. One Saturday they'll find him staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and wonder who this man was who wore his soul on the outside.Friday Night in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Old Man in WinterA cacophony of ticking clocks; blood in the sinkThe Old Man in Winter in Free Verse More Like This
Dry skin stretched taut over old bones, yellow teeth
Crumbling white listlessness, wispy hair mud grey
Vivid dreams during rare times of sleep; waiting
Always waiting on something, never knowing what
A wristwatch that stopped after seven years; fear
Old memories replace new plans, talking to ghosts
A race with time that can’t be won, rushing icy river
A gnarled tree, limbs coated with snow, stands for now
Outside of the window where he watches the world
Not a part of it anymore, but still hanging on; shreds
Counting powerline crows while clocks continue to tick
Days flip through like the pages of a book, always
Opening at five AM again; joyless vices now only habits
Retiring early, disappointed with the day’s endeavors
Waiting, ticking, listening for footsteps at the door
RavenI’ll never forget the night you became a ravenRaven in Free Verse More Like This
How bright your eyes were
How the tips of your elongated fingers sparked electricity
How your laugh became a caw
The way you wrapped your wings around me
And pulled me down into the darkness
And my fingers became tiny branches
We laughed, soft and low
The way the damned do
A FuneralThe girls wore death masks and long white robes, trimmed in gold. The masks were white, painted with designs and gold sparkles. They carried a white coffin, bent not with its weight but with their grief. Down to the river, beneath the willows, to a hole dug in the soft earth. That's where they buried their sister, that sorrowful day in June. That day that wanted to rain, but didn't; not until she was safe in the ground.A Funeral in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Four elements, four seasons, but now only seven sisters. The rain began, and lasted seven days. Everyone in the land had vivid, disturbing dreams for seven months. It drove some of the more fragile insane. It affected the work of all. Things taken for granted, like the seasons coming in order, became strange and unpredictable. All because of an event they knew nothing of, a funeral they never attended.
It went on for seven years, until the birth of a new sister. Not a mortal soul knew why.
RadiatorThe burnt-out ruins of an old hospital still smoulderRadiator in Free Verse More Like This
All I can do is stand and watch as day becomes night
Chain-smoking and sipping from the pint in my jacket pocket
Wondering how many stories have been forever lost today
Tomorrow I will meet a friend who won't understand
Why all I speak of is hospitals, trains, clocks and crows
Or why I painted my apartment industrial green
And keep ancient plastic flowers on the windowsill
But you, my good Catholic girl who lost her religion
You know about all these things and so much more
You know why it's so hard to leave these ruins
And why the radiator hisses poetry on a winter's eve
A Black Straw Hat and Rotten BanannasOn a bench, outside my building.A Black Straw Hat and Rotten Banannas in Free Verse More Like This
A distant rumble, slowly growing into a roar.
A black plane passes overhead, low.
Birds chirp in short jabs, some screeching and screaming.
A line of black sedans passes, twenty maybe.
At the end of the line, a black ice cream truck playing deranged music.
A parade of clowns marches behind it, carrying black balloons.
Dark summer has arrived.
I go inside to get my gun.
EulogiesA stone in the pit of my stomach, I'mEulogies in Free Verse More Like This
tired of seeing my loved ones only in dreams
Anger wells up, against who or what doesn't matter
I sleep for years and awake unfulfilled, empty
I will write only eulogies from now on, posting
them in elevators and bus shelters
RemembranceLegends of the bridge of sorrow, wisps of smoke, dreamwalkersRemembrance in Free Verse More Like This
Hollow out a place in my chest for them to reside
I cannot leave them to the cold night, I will cherish and keep them
Those hallowed souls, those marvelous things, those lovers of moonlight
They will be with me always, though doors may open and close
Randomly and without reason, these are the ones close to my heart
The dark figure in the misty meadow, the breaker of dawn, they live
In my mad dreams, they speak in whispers of the coming of the end of all
The kiss of death is upon my cheek, I relish these times, times of love
Times of forbidden things tangled in the darkest stars
I will remain with them, and keep them close, let them envelope me
With the shroud of the woman on the bridge who jumped
Crank2:30 AM coffee and cigarettes, rain dripping from the ledge outsideCrank in Free Verse More Like This
Exhausted, but hopeful; a universe in my cup waiting to spill out
I look inside; this is no new world of wonder, only the one I know
A terrain of coiled barbed wire that engraved my battle scars
Stumble once more down the dark scrubby embankment, naked
Thin-ribbed dogs of waste howl my name; they know me here
The dreamcatcher is full, there will be no more allowed inside
Knives in my back twist like an old song I’ve heard too often
Is that you, looking down from the highest places of light and love?
Do you know what it’s like to be a graveyard worm in soft soil?
How many fingers am I holding up? That’s right, I have none
Little stumps that can’t hold on to anything, can’t even make a fist
HeartI left my face in the parking lot, and flies carried it away. Standing faceless in my bedroom, I tried to think about sweet things besides you. I dusted off my glasses and looked hard into my heart, but it was as empty as the cobwebbed cupboard. Fry me up some feeling, let me drink some emotion; I'm dry as the proverbial bone, and looking for salvation. I never gave you a ring. The narrow path is closed now, and I've no other way through. Give me something that I cannot get for myself. Give me enlightenment, or at least hope. Stanly came knocking on the door, as faceless as I. We couldn't speak, but garbled to each other for a bit about shoes and horses and loss. I was glad when he left. My heart couldn't hold out much longer. It wants, it wants, it wants.Heart in Free Verse More Like This
SomnambulismMemory faded into surrealism, and I recall malapropismsSomnambulism in Free Verse More Like This
like hypnopompic oneiromancy, a gift you always had-
Tatterdemalion opsimath, yet truest love of my life,
disregarding your caitiff, legerdemain dispositions.
All too soon do I wake, to my valetudinarian, captious self.
This night cannot proceed, and with it you fade-
Another anamnesis, slipped through my fingers.
Return to our world, where I am the scholar
and you are the devil himself, taunting me with
all of those sobriquets- tangled in tantalizing ecstasy...
DendrophobeIt must be the silenceDendrophobe in Free Verse More Like This
of the fall of noontide-
exaggerates rustling leaves,
break beneath my stride.
Does this make me a monster-
to kill what once was life?
Could it be the trees
That they bend so contorted
and so unduly morbid--
--or could it be the wind
and how it shapes them dancers,
my eyes to never
the science of this weather-
is it now that my life does end
within the dense and dead
and at the hands of such a thing
with a very twisted head?
A Moment of HonestyWithin the soul,A Moment of Honesty in Free Verse More Like This
I am who I have claimed to be.
The bleeding, broken poet boy,
Who needs no understanding.
Within the mind,
I am who I have claimed to be.
The boy who requires naught but poetry
And the verses of his heart to sustain life.
It is only on the surface,
That I live this blatantly obvious
And incredibly painful lie.
It is only there that I am not myself.
Tell MeOh tell me the truth love,Tell Me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And stop all this mystery-
I just want to hear you say
That it's not just a game
I have the time dear,
If you want to wait 'cause
Patience is something
I've learned, and learned well.
Time to me is nothing
If I haven't got you-
Yes life for me is something
Beautiful with you and
I'll keep on holding on,
Say you will too
Just say you will too.
By now I'm rambling
About all the things that we've done.
Yes they're just stories,
But I love them dearly my darling.
I want to be
The one that you see
And smile for on the worst days-
Because I'll make it better somehow.
Time to me is nothing
If I haven't got you-
Yes life for me is something
Beautiful with you and
I'll keep on holding on,
Say you will too
Just say you'll wait too.
RiddlerThese walls are riddled with memoriesRiddler in Free Verse More Like This
Like the floorboards they speak
When disturbed in their slumber.
The window panes,
Winters frost still clinging
Giving no indication of habitation.
I still hear the fire roaring
And the wine that spilled as he cried
CatastropheShe danced catastrophicallyCatastrophe in Free Verse More Like This
and tied the strings of my heart
around her fingertips.
I could hear the tragedy
in her graceful glides
resonating so loudly.
She smiles so leisurely
at my desperation, my hope
to know where she hides,
it was my mind, fancifully
wishing she could be so real
that I could find her.
LiberdadeLiberdade in Free Verse More Like This
Crucifixion for your vices.
Blessed is the virgin Mary,
Pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death.
Don't speak a word,
Listen to your priest, who speaks the truth.
Where freedom is promised,
For you're a devil,
Who could not be hallowed.
Ah, lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
Deliver us from evil,
That resides within.
FeverMy flesh crawlsFever in Free Verse More Like This
with a phantom pain
as my eyes behold it's horrors-
grotesquely distorted humanity
haunts the rest
which curses me.
There is a fever
my unholy fashions
cannot run off...
It possesses me
all of me,
all but body
UncertaintyTime is such a funny thing,Uncertainty in Free Verse More Like This
It brings us together in a moment of pure bliss,
And tears us apart without a second thought-
-though I will fight it to stay with you.
While we are put through this test,
A clock ticking, every second pulling us closer
To this life's fortunes, to our deaths,
I will prove myself worthy of my claims.
Forgive me now,
For the mistakes I'm sure I'll make
I've never been so uncertain
Of what is to come.
TravestyMy dearest Ezra,Travesty in Free Verse More Like This
Recall every moment spent
In the embrace of those who knew not
The fictions of your innermost being.
Forget the pain brought on
By every person who once insulted
Your distorted view on the world.
Think always on the truth,
Of who you are on the inside,
And never trust the glass that feeds you lies.
When you lose control,
Of all that you are, just remember,
You have control of your own reality.
resurrected in the graveyard.sometimes, i think if i drive with the radio loud enough, i can drown my thoughts.resurrected in the graveyard. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i imagine them blue-faced and purple-lipped, clinging to the sharp edges of my imploding mind. i imagine them gasping for air bubbles and clawing at the walls, fingers going limp, feet twitching before they finally release and sink like stone to the mossy floor.
and in this screaming silence, i find peace. in the midst of the howling verse and raging chorus, i find my mind blank to the fury of the storm. i don't think about bleeding stitches or begging hearts. i don't think about drunken kisses with whiskey-fingers prying reality away. i can forget about burying the pain with raucous laughter, can forget about curling into my past with no desire to face my future any longer.
flying down the freeway, deaf and saltwater-blind, i can claw out a cave in the midst of the chaos and crawl inside the emptiness. i can crank the volume up and let my guard down, relax my white-knuckle grip on sanity, my fierce atte
i'll come home.dear holly,i'll come home. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see youre crying, but dont worry, baby, ill be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but itll open again and youll be running down the airport terminal and ill be there to catch you.
count the days until i come home, ill be counting them with you.
im home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and its a bitter feeling to be surrounded by all this carbon dioxide. i walked into our room and looked at the bed that we bought together last june. all that space made me ache. so i went and grabbed boston and climbed on top of the covers with him. hes such a good dog, charlie, you were right. he just put his massive head on his paws and let me cry in his neck.
when i wa
the redefinition of right.this is the kind of mistake you always hoped might happen.the redefinition of right. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's the sequel backtracking and breathing life into the clay-lungs of your favorite character, the news reporter glancing back at the teleprompter and ten thousand more souls clawing out from the mushroom cloud. it's the kind of mistake that fixes the imperfections and calluses of reality, the kind that smoothes over the ordered lashes.
it's not getting what you deserve, but rather, what you wanted. it's feeding you honey when you were prescribed bitter root, slipping you into satin when burlap was folded at the foot of your bed. it's the kind that scares you, because you know better than to think it can last, your fingertips brushing over the edges and expecting it to dissolve like a glorious dream, your tongue savoring the sweetness because you know any second the illusion might evaporate off every taste bud.
it's waking up and swallowing the sun. it's letting the burn settle into your belly and smolder, your very flesh expa
love fell upside downbreathe; just breathe.love fell upside down in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
he is just a boy made of cells and nerves wrapped around normal bone. he is standing there on two feet with two legs and pants hugging a waist made of flesh and blood. he is human. his nose is a little crooked and his teeth not perfectly straight. one could even say he is a flawed human.
look; look there.
his eyebrows arch out in odd angles, like bird wings taking flight off of his face. and that scar that runs down his jaw? certainly that, dear, certainly that makes him flawed.
look, his eyes are blue but not the blue of the ocean deep or the sky before the storm. they are just blue. no one could look in those eyes and get lost for hours as you say you have. they would be too busy wondering about whats for dinner or an appointment they forgot to schedule or why they are standing there staring into this boys eyes. there is nothing there after all, just blue lakes, dirty ponds.
oh, and see? he misspelled a word, he lost his place where he was reading,
decay.please (oh, please)—don’t pass this over.decay. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
please, don’t fold it under your pillow or stuff it down the drain or wipe my mouth with the ragged corners as if you could clean the sin from my lips that easily. (if only, if only.) i know it isn’t much; i know the edges are torn, the ink running, the words blotted with blood and spit and tears. i know that you can run your fingers down the creases and find where the paper has been folded and crushed. i know you can close your eyes and find the weaknesses as easily as one might find my own.
i know; trust me, this i know.
but that does not make the plea any less important—it does not make it any less real. (are the cries of the feeble less valuable than the cries of the anguished? does volume drown out sincerity?) these words have been carved in marrow and dragged forth with the last breath of life as it rattled from my lungs. they are disjointed and bent, but the uglies—oh, the uglies—are they not wha
hello, beautiful.these are the times i will always remember:hello, beautiful. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
walking through crowded coffee shops to see you sitting in the corner, steaming cups on the table and bright eyes lighting up the room. hellos tripping over my tongue, shy glances and bitten lips, toes curling in my shoes. hearing your baritone voice for the first time, tying my lips into knots as i fumbled over the introductions.
sitting on my bed, shaking the walls with laughter, your arms holding me close into the curve of your body. driving with the windows down while holding hands, the wind painting butterflies on my neck.
not knowing a thing about you but wanting to pick up the candle and explore. finding the most breathtaking mosaics on hidden walls, you taking my hand and laying it against your scars. your trust that i wouldn't break them open, promises sealed with virgin lips.
i will remember the anxiety and the fears and the wonder. i will remember the dreaming and doubt and finding answers that only birthed more questions. i will r
you're asking me.if you asked me who i am, i'd probably forget to tell you my name.you're asking me. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
instead i'd tell you that my eyes are blue and i'm shorter than most but taller than some. i'd tell you that i like walking better than driving because feeling the ground under my feet is somehow affirmation that i am alive and that i am connecting to something bigger than me. i'd tell you that i think the sky looks too big at night and not big enough in the morning. i'd probably explain that has something to do with the fact that i wake up with every intention of flying and go to sleep knowing my elbows haven't sprouted wings yet.
but don't worry, i'd say, because i'll wake up hopeful again tomorrow.
and if you were to wait around a little more, i might be persuaded to tell you i'd lost my mind seven years ago and would you be kind enough to help me look for it? i'd probably tell you about the boy with teardrop-eyes who chewed up my heart because he thought it'd be aspirin and was indignant when it burned a hole throug
chronophobia_c.the sky is dark and the ground is falling and you're holding my hand and asking me why my nerves are trembling in the middle of my palms. you're wondering at the quakes in my lips and the tsunamis breaking on the edges of my fingernails as they rack against your skeleton. you're pressing the curling edges of my pages together, straightening the spine of my molting book as i do my best to unravel at your feet. you're holding me close and whispering into my neck, asking me why i am afraid. asking me why i tremble and jerk like a bass caught on a line. asking me why the sun is reflected and lost in the whites of my anxious eyes. and my answer will come like the end of the world, whimpered into the sharp blades of your shoulder, rising and crashing as i tell you that which i fear most: time.chronophobia_c. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can tell by the way your hackles rise and you dig your toes into the sands as the hands on the clock begin to close in on another midnight separation, that just a little is just too much and
when i say it isn't personal.and if its cold in the middle of the night, you can trust me to burn the building down.when i say it isn't personal. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
if the walls are too tall and the secrets too thick. if you cant breathe past the black souls twisted around ash-lungs then follow me. trust me to start a riot. because we are more than they can handle, because we are smoldering indecently, we are young and heroic and flawed and angry. because we are bleeding hands tearing down doors, we are throwing fists against impassive chests.
we are feeling too much while they arent feeling enough.
and you better believe me: were going to revolt.
and if they try to stop us, we will hurdle their pathetic attempts at blockades. if they try to put us in a box, well stick dynamite in their teeth and blow off the fucking roof. because we are unstoppable, untameable, uncontrollable. we are wildfires and tsunamis and twisters ripping through small town america.
we are clawing down cliff walls and demolishing forests. we are the re
dear t, love m_cDear M, I used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapidfire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. I used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. I used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. I used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. I used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.dear t, love m_c in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dear T, I used to imagine my bones were fractured and chipped in all the wrong ways. I used to think my heart was a poison my body kept rejecting, leaving me on my hands and knees spitting up old relationships, lies and heartache all over my carpet late at night. I used to look at the sun and wish myself blind, stare at the ocean and wish myself ten thousand le
Love Will Find YouLove Will Find You in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
true love will find you
lifting you to the heavens
barely touching down
ChaosChaos in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
*Mirror Image**Mirror Image* in Free Verse More Like This
Old eyes searched a haunted image
With hands that shook he touched his face
Fearful he felt translucent skin
Like cling film wrapped on bones
Humbled he asked
'Who is this stranger?'.
I know this man I am sure I do
Time receded a blur
Friends from the past smiled in the bevelled mirror
With hesitant hand he touched yesterday.
Women with ivory shoulders
Pearls shimmering on beige lace
Red lips that kissed with ancient guile
Images teased his weary mind
While he searched the mirror for a forgotten face
'Who is this stranger?'
Updated 13th March2014
*Sound of Life*Drear winter forest*Sound of Life* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dead leaves fallen, trees stripped bare
Yet, small creatures hibernate
Sleeping sound of gentle breath.
*Seasonal Change*Countryside slowly begins to wake*Seasonal Change* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just when souls start to ache
Nature on cusp, seasonal change
Date with spring, prearranged.
Hearts and minds uplifted sing
Stirring earth, birds on wing
Slowly, gently courtship continues
Colour explodes in yearly debut.
Time of magic preordained
Nature blossoms unexplained
Seasonal mystery do not miss
Breeze blows softly, lovers kiss.
*Incantation**Incantation* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Life restored, spring enchantment
Seasonal magic spell
Seasons rotate, full circle.
*Journey Home**Journey Home* in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Furious sand storm
Cyclonic space adventure
Dry distant planet awaits
Sirocco finds its way home.
*Clarity**Clarity* in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Golden clarity. Endless possibilities, glorious sunrise.
*Time*Time traveller's transporter malfunctioned, permanently disoriented.*Time* in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
*Spock*Many moons ago*Spock* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Vulcan spell was cast
*No Blue Sky**No Blue Sky* in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Blackbird's flying dance
Amethyst sky, purple glow
Art overrides perception
*Silence and the Baritone*Empty opera house*Silence and the Baritone* in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Enraptured audience gone
Haunting madness pervades.
Footsteps fall on stage
Baritone sings loud and clear
Behind red velvet.
Echoes of heartache
Impossible love resounds
Poetry,Poetry,Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
it’s like cultivating a greenhouse
with broken fingers.
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.I wish... in Free Verse More Like This
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. †You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”
( 4/05/2014 )poets got it hard( 4/05/2014 ) in Free Verse More Like This
when the muse
only falls in love
i hate her,
that rat girl
who thinks she’s
god sent hero
or some shit.
in her own
to think about
& giving them
all they do is
living out of my suitcase
wasn’t such a bad idea-
i’ll be running away
any day now,
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
con † † † † † †ons,
† †ste † † ti † † † & you are the Milky Way.
TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,Tigress in Free Verse More Like This
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.
astrological.i. On some nights,astrological. in Free Verse More Like This
street lights guide
this lonely heart
to her lonely bed.
ii. In this universe of twilight skin
& mismatched bones,
I wonder just how many poems sleep
beneath the inkwell of her eyes.
iii. My body is a house of stars,
and her palms are black holes
sucking ( me ) into their vortex of
iv. She says, "Pleaseómy moon,
pleaseógive these bones a reason
& I am whispering lovelies
into the sanctuary of her heartbeats.
v. "Goddess temple,
sunset eyes, &
my windowpane love-
Let us eat the stars
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.