Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
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
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
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
making progress and snowflakesI hurry back from classes. I'm going to be late. I hate being late even if I have a good excuse and the person I'm going to see doesn't like excuses except as a tool to pick me apart.making progress and snowflakes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I arrive breathless and 2 minutes 40 seconds late. I know this because she's sat with a stopwatch and announces it as I walk in.
I open my mouth to apologise then swiftly shut it. I sit down as calmly as I can opposite her, compose myself. "Good afternoon. I hope you're well"
She raises an eyebrow "Well enough but that's not why you're here. We're here to talk about you" I nod but keep quiet. Waiting for her to carry on and get to what she wants to discuss. "To talk about you and your.. issues." She pauses for effect. Always does. I think it's meant to make me fill in the gap but I don't. Eventually she carries on.
"Firstly we could talk about what you were about to say when you came in?" her face is open and sympathetic and I don't trust it one bit.
"I was about to apologise for being late" I see the loo
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
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
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
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
A Very Short StoryA Very Short Story in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone was two inches tall.
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
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’...
Sleep Now, My Doll - A Kuroshitsuji FanFictionSLEEP NOW, MY DOLLSleep Now, My Doll - A Kuroshitsuji FanFiction in Horror More Like This
And to think. I wasn't the one pulling the strings after all.
The desperation to please my admirable master, my pride in serving them for eternity, my everlasting want and need of acceptance praise and a home...
...all of it gone like a flickering flame, a lost spark. I am but a broken doll, quietly yearning for the gentle touch of childish hands. I am no longer the marrionette with the puppeteer at the helm. I am alone. Cold; dark; lost forever. The lights go down, the crimson curtains close. My final performance has ended, and has ended rather too abruptly for my liking. But who am I to judge, to want, to desire, to dream? The show's over. My time has come.
Did you play with dolls? Did you care for them, tend to their every whim? Fulfill childhood dreams and fantasies just by looking into their breathtaking, faraway eyes?
And then did you thoughtlessly discard them as you grew, moved on to pastures anew as if you had never shared anything special with
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
Ricepires Meet the CullensSo, apparently Lestat was interested in meeting the other sparklepires after his legendary faceoff with Edward. He invited the mutant vamps over to show them how REAL vampires live. Initially, this resulted in little more than awkward silence and awkward non-fidgeting. Here's what the Cullens were thinkingRicepires Meet the Cullens in Humor More Like This
Rosalie: (This is so lame I hope my hair looks nice Of course it does, it always looks nice That auburn-haired kid's kinda cute.)
Emmett: (GAH! I. am. Missing. The. Game.)
Jasper: (I hope they don't introduce me as "Jazz." I hate that name. Why do they call me that? Do I call Edward "Wardo?")
Alice: (I wanna braid Louis's hair and do his clothes and screw it, I'm giving them all makeovers. Frock coats are sooo last century.)
Esme: (I hope the decorative shrubbery we brought isn't an awkward hostess gift. They'll never see it during the day What if they hate gardening
Ricepires PromMarius: Children, Ive had a great idea!Ricepires Prom in Humor More Like This
Marius: Who here is over 2,000 years old, raise your hand please. Oh right, just me.
Armand: I thought that I was your only child *pouts*
Everyone else: *is temporarily dazzled by how pretty he looks when he pouts*
Merrick: Dont look now, but your insecurity is showing.
Armand: Shut up, witch.
Marius: Havent we had enough name-calling? Its like high school.
(Louis and Nikkis catfight, for those of you just joining us.)
Marius: Speaking of high school I just realized that all of you were deprived of a senior prom.
Apparently, Marius is out to help all the underprivileged vampires. If he opens some sort of Red Cross soup kitchen for vampires, Im nominating him for the Nobel Peace Prize. Love this guy.
Louis: Youre not serious? What about Merrick and Quinn?
Ricepires Comic Request 4 LEEEA Vampire Chronicles-themed request for LatiasChild:Ricepires Comic Request 4 LEEE in Humor More Like This
[Lestat is wearing a red frock coat to his mid-thigh, a white shirt, and red culottes with white stockings, as well as red paste-buckle shoes. Louis is wearing brown full-length breeches and a white shirt with full sleeves, probably some ruffle detail down the front. Both are sitting at a table] -------- denotes change in panel
Lestat: Why so glum? I bet I could put a smile on that melancholy face. *winks*
Louis: I lost my wife and child.
Lestat: *inches closer* So youre single, then?
Lestat: *takes Louis hand*
Louis: *pulls hand away* *backs away from Lestat*
[end of flashback sequence. We see Louis (in a green version of Lestats outfit earlier) and Lestat (in a lavender outfit possibly) sitting by Claudia (who is in a yellow dress)]
Lestat: And thats how I met your father. See, Daddy was smooth! *grins*
Claudia: *blink, blink like WTF?
Ricepires: Special AbilitiesIn the Twilight series the so-called vampires *air-quotes* have special, additional abilities that are unique to themselves. Like, how at Coldstone you not only get ice cream (the vampirism) but you also get to choose your own mix-in. Except these mix-ins are powers and you cant choose them, they depend on your traits or skills pre-vampirizing (?). I just realized that that metaphor was pretty much useless. Anyways, *cough* I was thinking what if the vampires from Anne Rices Vampire Chronicles had unique special abilities, just cause Im crazy. But, because they already have REAL powers that do not include sparkling(are you reading this, Edward?), theirs would be more like heightened abilities. So here we go.Ricepires: Special Abilities in Humor More Like This
Lestat: Accessorizing/ lovability
Louis: emoness/ability to tolerate Lestat for long periods of time
Armand: seduction; man, woman, or vampire it doesnt matter
Nikki and Louis Request 4 LEEELouis and Nicolas get into a catfightNikki and Louis Request 4 LEEE in Humor More Like This
[Louis is wearing his uniform (white puffy shirt, brown breeches, boots). Nikki is wearing a black frock coat and culottes with white shirt and stockings. His hair is tied back with black ribbon]
Nikki: You know that Lestat is only attracted to you because you look like me, right?
Louis: *sarcastically* That must be why he had a daughter with me. And why our relationship outlasted yours by, oh I dont know, a few centuries? Give or take?
Nikki: We had (implied) sex.
Louis: We had a sexy reunion scene
Nikki: I can play the violin.
Louis: I own HUGE tracts of land. (sorry, Python joke)
Nikki: Im prettier.
Louis: I get more pages in his book.
Lestat: *enters the room* Now, now, boys. There is enough of moi to go around. *smiles*
Louis and Nikki: *slap lestat* YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!
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
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
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
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
Wish I Could Be HonestThey say that the truth will set you free,Wish I Could Be Honest in Free Verse More Like This
That being honest with everyone is best.
But is this really the better thing to do;
Is it better than keeping it all inside, repressed?
It seems that whenever I’m honest,
It always comes back to hurt me in the end.
Same ending no matter who I talk to,
Whether a love or someone who’s just a friend.
How can this be the better option
If it only brings me heartache and confusion.
Time and time again I try to make it better,
But I always come to the same conclusion.
No need for me to trouble others with the truth,
It’s better for me to just not be fully honest.
I’m sorry for not telling you the truth,
But it’s just better for us all if I remain dishonest.
Unspoken ApologyYour poetry is clear like a still pond,Unspoken Apology in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pushing me along in unseen currents.
It clenches my soul tightly in its bonds
So quietly it makes no disturbance.
The stillness I see contradicts my mind,
Which is full of words left unsaid to you.
Without my own currents, I fall behind;
Sink to the bottom, unsure what to do.
How can it be so difficult to say?
I am sorry; words that look effortless.
Try to tell you when I see you each day,
But all my failed attempts turn out useless.
One day, I will find the courage and heart
To tell you why you and me fell apart.
On The OutsideLately it’s been hard to findOn The Outside in Free Verse More Like This
A reason to smile.
Day in and day out I am blind
To the joy that appears once in a while.
Nothing appears to me
To be exciting or blissful.
There is nothing that is worthy,
And so instead I remain wishful.
On the outside I appear awed
And smiling all the time.
In reality, it’s just a façade
While the truth remains sublime.
But every once in a while,
When the time and place is right,
My entire soul seems to really smile
And I know everything will be alright.
Not The Time For RevengeThere is always that chance,Not The Time For Revenge in Free Verse More Like This
That chance they aren’t talking about you.
But you read it again and again and again
And you finally just have to accept it’s true.
This wouldn’t be the first time,
It’s happened before too.
Not the same reason, but same result
That leaves you feeling unsure what to do.
There aren’t many choices
In a situation so delicate and fragile.
So you sit there and think,
Just let the feeling sink in for a while.
There is part of you that is hurt
By the fact they think they’re so guile.
The other part just sits in pain and hurt
Because anger and grudges aren’t your style.
There are times to defend yourself,
There are times to let others do as they please.
You just have to let the hate go
Like water off a duck’s back, flowing with ease.
Just sit down and write about it
And give your common sense a squeeze,
Assuring that it remains with you at all times
Like a constant North Dakota breeze.
Breathe in and breathe out,
Walking Back AloneThere is always a first for everything,Walking Back Alone in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But this is something I wished to avoid.
I think to all of the joy people can bring
As I fall through an endless, empty void.
This is the first time I walked back alone,
Staring around and up at the night sky.
Just me, myself, and I on the trip home,
No need for there to be any goodbye.
So this must be what loneliness is like,
Can’t say that I’m enjoying this meeting.
Going down the path on a broken bike,
I realize the past bliss was fleeting.
I miss walking back with you by my side,
But my emotions I must wisely hide.