For the Love of Poetry.I have no idea whyFor the Love of Poetry. in Free Verse More Like This
I write love in the
form of poetry.
I've never been
I'm just a liar,
with a pretty tongue.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste. in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
roadkillYou told meroadkill in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
Androphobiai was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-Androphobia in Free Verse More Like This
all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.
& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'
don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.
i am not soft.
there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.
i am not soft.
i am lust, & war, & envy
i am sin,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.
but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.
'justlet me hold you.'
his callused hands were cancer,
my still body, a clock.
RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
I will now proceed to outline the costs of filming this episode and explain how you can help out, so I can release this episode for everyone here on DeviantArt, and make MORE episodes in the future, using already purchased props to make this the FIRST DeviantArt hosted, and fan sponsored TV show.
Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
It takes more than a bathI slowly relax as the scalding water unbunches my muscles and washes away all the aches. I soak until the water's merely warm and the room gets darker. I know there's something lurking at the back of my mind, some tiny doubt or fear.. if I was a normal girl it would probably be embarassment that vaughan had had to help me undress but I've never been shy. Whatever it is I ignore it, this bath would be such a waste if I didn't relax completely. As the water cools II know I have to get out again and call softly for Vaughan. He probably wasn't far away because he's there almost immediately.It takes more than a bath in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Did it help?" he asks
I nod, "it at least helps to relax." I try to get up as I speak but pain shoots through me as I do making me sit back.
I open my eyes to see he's moved over to the bath, towel in hand. "Do you need help getting back out?"
I sigh and nod, "i hate being an invalid"
"You should be feeling better before too long" he responds, moving around to help lift me out.
I nod as I lean my weigh
dear man of my dreamsI dreamt about you again. I always seem to see you, man of my dreams. When I sleep you're there and it's like you're waiting for someone..but not me.dear man of my dreams in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was having normal dreams full of clowns turning into hankerchiefs and ther custard pies turning into doves in mid flight. The kind of dreams I can pick appart Freudian-style and are comfortingly always about how crap my sex life is... Then I stumbled into your world. It doesn't feel as safely false as everything else. It's too real, too sharp, too familiar for comfort. It feels more like a memory and yet like nothing I've ever seen. I don't know if you're real and I just see you every day or if my subconcious has made you up and thrown you at me just to be a pain but you feel real. I hate that.
I dreamt about you again and saw you once again sitting in that clearing waiting for someone to arrive and not even seeing me. You look so sad that I want to go and talk but you soon get bored and go away. Even th
dreamsI lie so close I can hear his heartbeat. Heart of a serial killer? Junkie? Soldier? I don't know what he really is, if he IS just one thing. All I know and all I care about right now is he's warm and he'll always try to keep me safe. I push all doubt away, can't be bothered with them right now. I want the trust. So I ignore thoughts, let myself drift and I fall asleep listening to the low lub-dup, lub-dup of his heart.dreams in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm somewhere else. The dream, I'm having the dream again. I can tell from the first second and I'm trapped until the last moment when the bodies disappear and the lake turns red as it has so many times before. I wake with a slight start then relax and look at the time. Through the shaking I see that Vaughan's still asleep and I hope for once he's not having the dream. Hopefully he's having more pleasant dreams. When the shaking settles I go back to sleep safe in the knowledge that the repeated dream means that the worst hasn't happened yet.
I drift awak
A new beginningThe time has come. After days of consideration and planning and then more days of getting our affairs together it's time. Tonight Anastasia and I will merge and wake up better than new. I've been waiting for this moment for years, the moment when I can just peacefully go to sleep and know that everything that matters will carry on just fine without me. I clean the house, I make the bed and I settle on top of the sheets. With a gentle nudge I go to sleep and with just a whisper of effort I set events going.A new beginning in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I fall asleep into empty space where I find 'Stasia.
It's almost like taking our music collections on our outdated and corrupted piles of CDs and putting them onto one, new, shiney hard drive. We aren't modifying the originals but rather creating a whole new space. Memory by memory, moment by moment. Where we both have a memory we take the original or the most clear. It's not in any pre-determined order, we copy over memories as and when we decide we
shellshock"Today I woke to a rain of blood" the lyrics sound ominously accurate.shellshock in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sit in front of my trenchcoat, music deafeningly loud through my proper DJing headphones, making patterns of light on it from my laser pen as i work my magic on it. I miss the old coat, it served me well from around my 14th birthday to a few weeks ago when it vanished into thin air. This one will hopefully be just as good if not better and it'll at least make me feel safer.
I had to suppress the urge to curl up in a ball when I get to the word "safe". Safe is for people with less complicated lives. How do I get back to feeling safe living with someone who could have killed me? Memories of the warnings rise up. The coat finished I sneak a glance at vaughan. Sitting there quietly as far as I can tell..peacefully? that doesn't sound right even to me. He sounded distraught earlier when he told me. I squeeze my eyes shut and block out that conversation. He sounded upset and under any
dreaming of wolvesRunning, feet thwacking down on the ground, I can hear my breath like a steam train next to me puffing and panting as I run desperately. I can't remember why I'm running but I know it's important that I don't stop to think otherwise It will catch me and I'll be torn appart. I can feel myself slowing as the puffing turns into sobbing until I just slump down onto the floor and rest my head on my knees as I cry my heart out.dreaming of wolves in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I feel rather than see or hear the presence next to me. I catch my tears and force the sobbing down and tilt my head so I can see. The wolf looms next to me, lips and ears pulled back as it snarls. I want to look away but I'm transfixed by the bundle of power and energy next to me. I feel the panic dissipate and acceptance or resignation take its place. I put a hand out to touch the fur of this snarling death sentence.. funny, it's softer than I thought and wet. I take my hand away and even without breaking eye contact I can tell it's blood. fresh blood. I breathe dee
Tough break part 3I hear the music of the whiskey filling up my glass as I think how to begin my story. I'm gonna have to strip it down to the bare facts like some of the girls strip away those tiny details that don't interest the punters. "How do I know.. well it started with a couple of them visiting the club a bit too often for my taste. They weren't there for the girls or the music..they were asking questions about whether we had anyone 'special' working there. They had a fairly good description of who they wanted; mostly my 'talents' though rather than what I looked like thankfully...." I trail off as I collect the thoughts that've fallen into my glass and started to drown.Tough break part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Talents, plural. I've met a lot of folks 'lucky' enough to be born with something a little extra, like reading thoughts or telling lies so well they could tell ya the sky was green and you'd think all the grey eas just a trick of the light. Not known many been able to do more than one thing though. Folk like us are a rar
AfternathAs I walk into the house I feel numb. Not happy to be out, being in there wasn't so bad- I didn't have time to feel the true horror of my position while I was there. I look around and everything looks familiar and at the same time wrong. I smile faintly to Vaughan as he helps me..I help him.. helping is going on anyway. We struggle to a chair and I slump and try to remember so that I can forget. I know it hasn't hit me yet and may not for a while so I'm going to clear things in my head while I can.Afternath in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was in the umbra and I went to those guys in jumpsuits for help.. they got me across then the avatar storm hurt me and they put me to sleep.. then I remember a cell. I woke up in the wrong clothes and tried to do something..magic. They knocked me out again. I woke up and the others were outside trying to help. A rhino, I saw a rhino that was Ian, I saw him fall..
A shiver runs up my spine and I hug myself to stop th
Moonlight responseWhen I was young I would dance with my mother in the snow . Every christmas we would dance and imagine that the snowflakes were faeries, their gentle touch chilling by it's purity.Moonlight response in Short Stories More Like This
Every winter we would wait for the first snow shower then we'd dance barefoot in the ice-cold wonderland and give our misdeeds to the faeries to cleanse. Every trial, every sadness, every tear we gave to them and they gave us joy.
When I grew older I carried on the tradition, too large to be carried by my mother I danced alone. I had all the faerie kisses to myself and I needed all the purity.
When I grew up I knew that every winter wasn't enough to cleanse the sorrow and pain, the sin and the misdeeds from me. I started dancing in the moonlight letting it enfold me like a blanket, slide over me like silk and take everything with it.
Now I dance in the moonlight with my wolf-man to a beat only I can hear. I let the fingers of moonlight stroke my face, my neck, my feet as I dance barefoot to my own
Confession- it's always the quiet ones....I creep into Vaughan's room, his door isn't properly closed in case he wants to get out so I don't feel as much like I'm intruding. When I look in he's back to being human again just as I dreamt. That might make things more awkward but right now I just want to be close to someone...him? I don't want to lose anyone else and he's one of the few people from before who's still here. I shiver and consider putting more clothes on..this gets dismissed instantly- he's never minded nudity before. I'm asleep almost as soon as my head touches his chest.Confession- it's always the quiet ones.... in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wake up slowly. The feeling of warmth and safety, body heat.. whose? It doesn't seem like something I need to worry about yet so I just enjoy it. I lie like this probably for a few minutes until it comes back to me. I'm in Vaughan's room, am I in the way? I open my eyes and stop leaning, pushing myself up onto an elbow then stretching the kinks out where muscles have cooled. I don't want to look straight at him this early i
To Share..To share a hugTo Share.. in Free Verse More Like This
To share a tear
To share love and kill the fear
To share pain
To share love
To share something from above
To share heat
To share cold
To live together and grow old
To share a house
To share a heart
To be close when you're apart
To share is not a word or a verb
Is more than an emotion, it is superb
It brings us hope, and shows who's true
But it's not as great if it's not with you.
Letter From Someone Who CaresDear Alex,Letter From Someone Who Cares in Letters More Like This
How are you doing today? You do not know who I am but, I have seen you many times throughout the neighborhood. First off, I want you to know that I mean you no harm. I am not stalking you nor do I want anything from you. Something happened to you and I am just concerned. I just want to make sure that you are alright. You see, as I made my way home from work last night, I just happened to look to my left and saw you sitting in the roof of your house. I had no idea what had happened or of the pain that you were feeling at that time.
I could see all of the sadness as tears ran down your face. Like a waterfall it cascaded down your cheeks and onto the floor below you. I stood silently outside of your house and tried to see just what it was that you were searching for so intently in the sky. I didn’t see anything out there but, when I looked down at the your bedroom window there was a large bottle of alcohol an
SometimesSometimes the sky criesSometimes in Free Verse More Like This
So it’s okay to be sad
Sometimes the sun shines
And you become happy again
Sometimes you get nervous
And you don’t know what to do
Sometimes it seems worthless
But I’ll be there for you
Sometimes you look up
And try to count the stars
Sometimes time’s up
But it won’t be too far
Sometimes nothing happens
As you want it to
Sometimes it doesn’t matter
Just do what you want to do
Sometimes you are afraid
Of the monsters under your bed
Sometimes choices are made
And then a sea of tears is shed
What friends areIf I were to die,What friends are in Free Verse More Like This
I would want you by my side
I would want to hold your hand
And tell you not to cry
If I were to die,
I would tell you to be strong
Tell you not to doubt yourself
The way I’ve done all along
If I were to die,
I would go with a smile
Because it would be perfect,
Even just for awhile
If I were to die,
I would tell you so many things…
All the secrets you pretend not to know,
Everything I’ve kept within.
All the time we spent together
I had always known
That our friendship would last forever
But most importantly of all
If I were to die,
I would assure you, my friend
That everything will be okay
Just be yourself ‘till the end
But since I’m not dying
I will keep this words for me,
Tell you only meaningless stuff
Play with you all day long
‘Cause I love to see you happy.
That StarQuietly I stare at and wonder about that starThat Star in Free Verse More Like This
Why its shimmering beauty has to be so far?
Even at the darkest night using its mystical glance
It shines trough the darkness, illuminating suspense
Whenever life is a struggle I can find you there
And I want to keep you because you care
A sweet sense of calmness is what I then feel
Helps me breathing, makes me real
In times when my life seems nothing but a bore,
I'll laugh and be happy if I look to you, of that I'm sure
So wherever I am, doesn't matter, I can see
That star as it shines so beautifully
Best gift you will ever have, don't you agree?
That star is there for you whenever you need.
Bus LoveDave always took the same bus every morning for 2 years. And in the short trip he made to his next stop he had the chance to see so many different people it became boring riding the bus.Bus Love in Short Stories More Like This
But one day was not the same. There was someone else; someone he’s never seen before or maybe he was just too distracted listening to the worn out songs on his IPhone he didn’t notice this girl.
She was special. He could tell just by the simple fact her perfume caught his attention. That BlueBerry Brit was the exact same his boss used but it smells better on the mysterious lady with the yellow hat.
He had a new reason to ride the bus. Every morning he would wake up and think of new things to talk to her about but then remember the trip would be too short so he even prayed to God there was an accident so they could be together a little longer.
Days passed and those who were a mere business manager and a florist that met by chance on the bus, were now boyfriend and girlfriend, two fated souls
New MeStarting now I am not the sameNew Me in Free Verse More Like This
I rush to the goal, feeling no pain
I know my legs won't last that long
Forgive me heart, just a little more
With one last step,
I reach the end.
Finally, I yell
Taking a short breath
This is the beginning of a new life
Full of joy, happy days and lovely surprises
I run the track that I chose
I don't really do what I'm proposed
So forgive me for doing what I do
But I'm not sorry 'cause I won't do it for you
For now I wish upon a star,
As you slowly leave my broken heart
And the mirrors in my room couldn't be so true
I fell down but get up forgetting all about you
As I reach my goal with a smile on my face,
Dancing in the air with the greatest grace
I leave my old self behind
To search for the one I must find
So from now on, I'm not the same
The only thing old about me is my own name.
There are still friendsA little rose knocked on my doorThere are still friends in Free Verse More Like This
Crying and sobbing it couldn't stand no more
Oh little rose why do you cry?
Because its garden had withered and died
A little bird flew my way
Carrying sorrows from yesterday
Oh little bird why so much sorrow?
Because its eggs wouldn't hatch tomorrow
A little butterfly flew inside my room
With wings painted in colors of gloom
Oh little butterfly, why are you so sad?
Because its sky was blue, now its red
I might not see the tears in your beautiful eyes
But I see your fears behind that disguise
Now don't you worry
And don't be scared
When the day is not sunny
You still have your friends
Something like a Memo - 10, Rainbows“I want to see rainbows.”Something like a Memo - 10, Rainbows in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aaaahhh. Millions of colors connected through a thin layer of air. Light dispersed in the sky subtly joining hands at the speed of thousands hugs. Nothing like a beautiful rainbow to make a girl smile. I think rainbows would be the most beautiful if they actually had the shape of a happy smile instead of a colored sad one. There are lots of fantasies involving rainbows from the golden treasure at the end to the happiness fairy that sprinkled her magic dust over the clouds. Anyway, it is sure a great view to see something so inexplicably pretty specially if you are with the ones you love.
Unfortunately, life has a darker side. A side where there are no rainbows and ponies, just dark skies and polluted rivers. A side of despair and cries for help. A place where the need of love and warmth drains the few drops of blood in our veins and where the smallest smile is a lie. Life’s shitty sometimes. Even when we want a sunny day and we try our
A Very Short StoryA Very Short Story in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone was two inches tall.
Daddy, Please Daddy....Daddy, don't lie to me, I wanna knowDaddy, Please Daddy.... in Free Verse More Like This
Where is she hiding, and why did she go?
Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty please
It's like I can hear her voice within the breeze.
Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run?
Daddy, I know all the things you have done.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scars
Hidden from me like the faraway stars.
Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hear
I'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears.
Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the facts
I just wanna think this is some silly act.
Daddy, I love you, you know this is true
But honestly, why do you do what you do?
Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her down
She screamed and she cried, and you made not a sound.
Daddy, I saw you when you stabbed her back
She fell to the floor and again, you attacked.
Daddy, I saw when you stole her goodbyes
And Daddy, I saw when you silenced her cries.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I know the truth...
You hurt her, you killed her, you've darkened my youth.
Daddy, don't hu
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different? in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
At The Other End of the BulletThey say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, that didn't really happen to me. I remember it hurting; a searing pain in the back of my mind, and then it was all over...At The Other End of the Bullet in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found myself floating, drifting high above the battlefield. My feet touched something that felt like an invisible glass floor, and soon I found that I was able to stand on it. It took awhile to get over my fear of heights, but once I did; I opened my eyes and just, watched, as the entire world carried on.
Funnily enough, I didn't feel much of anything at the time. I guess they tend to play it up in the movies. They always show that people remain angry, that people have feelings of wanting to do something or to accomplish something. But once you're gone, you don't actually feel much of that.
Instead, I remember being calm. I was very calm after that final moment. I would poke my head every now and again, thinking that the skin would feel raw, but other than that; I was alright. I
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
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
Words for the Young BloodsWords for the Young Bloods:Words for the Young Bloods in Free Verse More Like This
To all my ninjas sittin' low on the street side,
I want you all to raise your head with pride.
Because I'm callin' out, for the youth to come together
And get those big wigs off the fuckin' power ladder.
You ready? Because we're going at it hard:
See I'm the kind of guy that they're all playin' with
A systematic crisis workin' in the way we live.
The big shots still sittin' and they growin' fat.
With young bloods starvin' just to get their life on track.
We take psychometric tests and make a passing grade,
But ain't no job cause the corporate head is gettin' paid.
And when they screwin' with the money, they ain't never cut.
The young bloods be the first to get their letter up.
I say the system ain't shit and we all got it wrong,
The old mothers are just stayin' in for way too long.
I say we cut them from the system that they fucked up,
And let the young bloods take it; we'll just fix it up.
They set the game, but we're the ones playin' main;
I guess t
PressurePressure:Pressure in Free Verse More Like This
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween! in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
My Boyfriend...My boyfriend doesn't speak to me any more. We used to spend hours talking to each other, snuggled up by the fire, until the sun came up the very next morning. Now: silence.My Boyfriend... in Short Stories More Like This
We used to do so much together, but now he doesn't move from the chair in the corner of the front room. His eyes always follow me wherever I go, but no words are exchanged. Silence.
I bring him a freshly brewed cup of his favourite hot cocoa everyday before I leave for work, but the cup is still full when I come back home. I don't know what I have done wrong - he has been like this since my birthday. It makes me sad... silence.
The idiot now won't even help earn his keep - he hasn't been to work for over a year, so I'm the one having to earn for our right to live. I love him all the same - I always give him a soft kiss on his forehead before I leave. Silence.
He asked me to marry him the year before last. I guess that I was overjoyed at the idea of having someone at my side forever, someone I was not going to
26. Forever and a DayWatching the heavens cry, I clung onto him. His beautiful scent consumed me, and I could feel myself becoming addicted - he was my drug, and I was his dealer.26. Forever and a Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been so stupid - I had sent him away... but now he was back.
Curling my fingers into his golden locks, I drew him closer to me - our lips touched like a feather. My whole body yearned for him, and his gasp made my shiver. I loved him.
He drew me close and I pressed my head against his chest. Hard times were coming...
"Éternité?" He whispered in my ear. His soft breath tickled the inside of my ear.
The rain was now clouding my vision, but I could still see his ocean-blues smiling down on me.
A smile crept up on my face.
"Forever and a day." I agreed, pressing my lips against his.
22. On-Line4pm.22. On-Line in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hey, it's Mindy. Just wanted to say hi. Hi!
Ugh. Too cheerful. But I've sent it already. I sigh, slumping in my computer chair, twirling a lock of auburn hair nervously with my index finger.
...Hm. It's been a while. Maybe he's being held up somewhere.
It's getting dark... I sip my tea, compulsively clicking "refresh". Doesn't he want to speak to me?
Y'know, I have a life, too! I could just pack this all in and get some sleep.
But... I can't.
Please... Please answer! I need to know you're okay, I would rest, but I can't give up on you!
ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'm sick of it, sick of waiting around for you! I get it, you have better friends than me, you can't be bothered to drop me a message, I mean, way to keep a girl hanging... Y'know what, I don't even remember why I gave up all this time for you, you were never worth it, you-
Hey, Mindy. It's Frank. How is everything? Omg, I'm SO sorry about how late this is! We should talk ;D
A Little Piece of Heaven - ExtractThe rain pounded down from the heavens like tiny shotgun pellets merging into the muddy undergrowth. Olivier sucked in a hiss of breath, inhaling a water droplet that had landed on his damp lips.A Little Piece of Heaven - Extract in Short Stories More Like This
“I told you...” A strong French hiss rolled off his tongue. He flicked his golden hair out of his eyes. “I don’t need an escort.” A spiteful ‘t’ was spat at Xavier who was trailing behind in the mud. “I’m not a child, you know!”
Sending a spray of mud up his trouser leg, Olivier abruptly stopped, whilst a dishevelled Xavier stepped out into the moonlight.
“I’m worried, mien friend – sleep eludes me...” His husky voice shook through his thick German accent. “You have not been yourself lately, und so I thought-”
“Désolé!” Olivier cursed under his breath, in his mother-tongue.
“-You needed company.”
A shaky sigh escaped Olivier’s lips. “Xav’...
60. ExhaustionIt was a late night again, wasn't it?60. Exhaustion in Short Stories More Like This
I wake up to find drool on my pillow and an ache in the back of my neck. And then it hits me - the inescapable hangover. Pieces of the recent past flit by in my mind's eye, like shards of colourful stained glass, each painting a picture, a story. The sharp edges cut me particularly hard, today.
Jesus, Elliott, dancing on the table? You must've looked like a right prat in front of that girl...
Kasey, I think her name was. Yeah. Kasey.
And then.... oh god, I can't take this anymore, just KNOW YOUR LIMIT for once!
My stomach lurches, and I'm forced to depart my bed to expel the contents of last night's binge.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall...
...Who's the stupidest of them all?
I'm a mess. A tattoo on my face, just what was I thinking, all those months ago? I usually admire it, like the idiot I am, but this morning... no. Just no.
And then there's the hair... it's too garish, too bright. I have to do something about that.
34. Shades of GreyI'm a healer.34. Shades of Grey in Short Stories More Like This
I try and make it all better. But, given what I'm striving to do - keep my place as Rat's gang member - I can't exactly afford to be picky or innocent.
Whenever I slip up, say something a little too out of the "norm", Rat just smiles that toothy smile of hers and claps me on the back, joking that I'm "a lover, not a fighter". She must be joking... right? She doesn't know about my weakness?
I see her commit such atrocities, all in the aid of our survival, and yes, I respect her - but it just feels so wrong to continue on. Where has morality gone?
It has evaded my best friend. And I don't blame her for second, but... sometimes I miss the times when things were a little simpler.
When there was light and dark, no shades of grey.
"There, now, hush." Rat whispered these words in my ear, firm but not unkind. I was injured and disorientated, blood running down the side of my face. She was holding me, and it was an awkward, clumsy embrace, but an embrace all the same.
11; Pandora’s Box1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining.
The plumes of grey dominated the sky like shadowy vultures, and the distant horizon was shrouded with fog. The heavens cried on my shoulder – as well as my hair, my cloak, my old winter boots and pretty much everything else.
The big city never truly slept. The sky became light or dark, but the city wasn't ruled by the endless white above. It had its own limits, its own ideas about what should happen. It was like a different world, monotonous in the extreme with a hint of quiet alienation.
I looked around. Someone had just cleared their throat.
“My dear, aren't you cold? You must take better care of yourself,” the figure shrouded in shadow told me. He walked forward a little, his face still half-covered by the dismal dark.
“I don’t feel the cold, Mr. Bryres,” I replied through my teeth. I hoped he heard the hint of malice in my voice and backed off. Mr. Bryres was currently too close for my liking.
The Book ThiefIt was always her. The one behind the shelves. Lurking behind the next case. Not hiding, not anything of that sort.The Book Thief in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It was obviously her. The one pausing over each title. The one whose fingers lingered over each leather binding.
It was no one but her. There was always this glow, this gleam in her eyes as she gazed at the creamy pages. Eyes of a magpie that girl had, always hidden behind umber hair. Peering through and siphoning the words from the page.
It was the way that she moved. That's how you knew. The way she rubbed her lower lip with her thumb. The way her eyes darted, swam across every line. Or floated I should say. Floated on ink over every wet word.
It was her breath. Eternally bated, as if waiting for the end. Waiting and watching and breathing in again. In and out, up and down. Rising and falling like a personal tide, the waves being pulled by another man's words.
She must have known. She must have felt inside the craft that went into each of these markings. The work, the t
OnceIt's my new addictionOnce in Open More Like This
My fresh affixiation
No need for explanation
The scars tell it all
The rise, the fall
My legs were cut from under me
New discovery covered
In the ruins
I built so long ago
They were covered in snow
FairytaleSnap the twigs and lay them downFairytale in Open More Like This
As domino tracks and children's games
The bread crumb trail was meant to be found
For hemlock grows amongst wolfsbane
Across the bridge and through the wood
To marching beats and music box tunes
Beyond the realm of must or should
Under the glare of a thousand moons
The trail is dark, the trail is long
And phantoms haunt each wayward shade
No birds about to carry a song
Where black and white just fade to grey
To skip and jump toward sweet disaster
Marks the pride of childhood sense
Because the joy of ever after
Tends to make the present dense
And though the sky shines bright and blue
Each tender mind will lose its graces
For time will tell that children too
See fairies in all the wrong places
So follow the march and carry the song
Though the reveal of vice draws near
And behind each face of gleeful wrong
The threat of adulthood is feared
TwoHer filtered dreams are bathed in lightTwo in Open More Like This
Eyes clouded not willing to see
Her scarf won't wave in the wind
But I never expected it to
The tonic never reached her blood
Never made it past her throat
It must be hard to be so strong
Such a burden to be so steadfast
A brick wall may protect those inside
But never will it bend to embrace
She's only made of flesh and blood
Yet so's the same with me
Two paths, touching
Then turning away
No way to tell who's right or wrong
Two souls on two hills
Bathed in the same moon of longing
DoorThe alarmed door calls.Door in Free Verse More Like This
It lies in wait against the wall,
shiny knob unstained by fingertips.
- the paper above reads.
I, the stranger, crawl through this spectral space
‘tween night and day,
Foreigner to the land
of post-midnight, pre-dawn wanderings.
The world sleeps,
but not for long
if I open the alarmed door.
What power is mine! They would run
at my call, the sound, the wail
of the exit breached.
Emergency Only – I laugh
at the sign, I laugh in plaid pajama pants
at the paper which believes
it can dictate my actions.
My fingers are mine, damn paper,
to do with as I please.
Neither night owl nor early bird,
I am no fowl.
I defy your categorization.
My fingers will do as they damn
Emergency Only, the paper reads.
Through the window, past the glass,
I see the bare limbs of trees,
stripped naked by winter.
On the fright, oh the cold,
oh the burning of frostbite awaits
on the other side of the alarmed door.
Will, want, need.
To reach out, go past
KeyLet loose the skiesKey in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And let the wind rain down
Let hearts abound
And let the trumpets sounds
Take that moment and see beyond
Beyond the golden shell
Beyond the tastes of hell
Take this meaning and run
Run past the country
And the fields fair
Run past the sun
And into night's sweet glare
Feel the lights
See the sights
Just make the streets
Part at your touch
Into the city
And the feelings bled
Into the sky
And the hearts so red
The beating of the night
Drowning out my sight
Just take this city's key