Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our beds
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.
This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.
Writing Tournament 2014 ~ Round ICome one and come all, raise your pen take part in this grand literary battle! There are subscriptions, points, art, features, and more to be won! You all have until February 12th to enter.More Like This
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Writing ProcessThe pen is heavier than lead,More Like This
Yet, I think instead,
that the inking inertial flow,
would leave me amazed, surprised, aglow.
And write I would,
with a will resolute,
that will its inkling smote,
on the pearly shining moat.
I will write on in hardest of times,
with a heart that rhymes and mimes,
Have you heard of my name? Nay?
You must have in some way.
Alternately, you know it!
The springly, smiling, poet.
2000 POINT CONTEST! (closed)Hello there, I've decided to have a contest for writers of all levels (for those artists that have stumbled upon this, I'll hopefully have a drawing contest in the future). Even if you aren't a writer, you still have a chance to win 200 points!More Like This
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Esteem.Esteem.More Like This
Your loneliness has spread to your eyes,
It has now become a part of who you are.
You can no longer keep contract of your own lies.
Everyone else but you can see that this has gone too far.
Your expressions and body language have become bionic.
It’s almost like the lights are on but the room has been ransacked.
What is ironic is that you try so hard to subtly avoid the topic.
I choose and use my words carefully because I know how you will react.
There is only so much I can say or do; the rest is solely up to you.
Only you can dispose of the trespasser that lies underneath.
If you only knew the trials you have unintentionally put me through.
Maybe then you will shed your grief and embark onto a new leaf.
I hope you take my sincere concerns on board.
Because time is one thing none of us can afford
To squander and wonder our lives away.
Be true to yourself.
Individuality.Individuality.More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s
MCitR: Bright Lights, Big CityOnce, he supposes, cities lit up at night.More Like This
He's seen the pictures. Nyok, back before it all came down, every street and house and skyscraper blazing like a torch. Svega, all neon signs and light-up billboards a mile long, more like a fever-dream than anywhere anyone'd actually go to. Lun-over-the-sea, with the Circle lit all round the rim like a targeting reticle. Cuver, Aussin, Scow, you look hard enough and you'll find pictures of 'em all, each as bright and shiny as if they'd had a hundred thousand base-generators powering 'em up.
Nice bright shiny targets, the way he sees it. Not as if there weren't wars back then, either - hell, they'd planes and bombers to spare. Drones, too, and not the crappy tin-cans the Arkei've got scouting the places out neither. Proper NTF-style kit, with twice the money and a good deal more time spent on the tech.
No wonder it all came down. Light yourselves up like that, you're practically shouting your location to the nearest bunch of bastards who want
Shit.Shit.More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.
Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.
How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.
This word sounds exactly like what it means.
You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.
No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.
Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.
You say it w
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
I Can't Devour You, Not YetI Can't Devour You, Not Yet:More Like This
I long to taste the sweetness of your flesh,
To roll your meat between my tongue and teeth.
So many times have I come - so close -
To taking that first bite from your neck.
Yet, there is something about you,
A scent perhaps or a sickly sap.
It turns bitter upon my tongue,
Poisoning it; I am left unable to eat...
Much like the caterpillar, covered in spines,
Each bite would spew only bitter venom -
Numbing my senses and dulling the mind;
It would leave me naught but a gormless wreck!
Even so, despite me knowing of the repugnant taste,
I am drawn toward you, like a moth to the flame.
May my wings crumble in the heart of the fire -
& body be turned to dust and ash...
If only for the chance to feast once more!
Ah, my dear - I will have you.
& on that day it will be so sweet.
But for now - I'm afraid that -
I must leave this as a mere - tantalizing - fantasy...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 12th December 2012
Alone but AliveAlone but Alive:More Like This
Oh here I am standing,
A lost soul is landing.
The coldest December,
Can you still remember?
Do you even hear me?
There's no one around me!
Oh shadow that I see,
The void right behind me.
Yet still I am breathing;
Yet still I am feeling.
The coldest sensation,
Oh worthless creation!
Are you still crying?
Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold
Cold like what was left of soul,
Made of all the life you stole.
Walk divine but made of sin,
Worm of hatred squrim within.
Sin of lust and sin of pride,
Lash the tongue that last has lied.
Yours was silver with a promise,
Kiss of death and then you vomit.
Burning bile of ugly treason,
No one else can know the reason.
Left a soul behind to burn;
You are the reason I have turned...
On this cold and endless night...
When I'm finally pierced by the light...
And I awaken from this hell...
ALONE - BUT ALIVE!
Alive and again oh do I dare?
To give this heart and to lay it bare.
When heaven cast its fate
Donna and Zane: Romeo and Juliet part 2!!!! Big. It was the only way Zane could come to describe the inside even though the outside seemed too small to be a gym. ‘Well,’ thought Zane, ‘I am familiar with the saying “don’t judge a book by its cover”, but this is ridiculous!’ The building had wooden floors and walls, made out of the strongest wood ever found. A giant stage, one that looked as if it came out of a theater, took up the entire right side (the side opposite of the door, so they got a pretty good view of it.). There were nets on the walls of either side of the stage, and a volleyball net that stood strong and sturdy on poles with concrete filled tires at the base pushed up against a corner of the stage. On the other corner, there was a tower of roughly thirty-two tires. Big, monster truck tires. What the heck were they supposed to do with those?! Anyway…there was a basketball hoop right next to the doors of the gymnasium. At two corners (the oneMore Like This
the ocean is big but my heart is bigger andMore Like This
i must be intoxicated
with your affection,
begging the ocean
for your sweet embrace
that would surround me
like flies to a corpse-
(it keeps them alive.)
just like you keep me conscious
with your sweet sweet
words from your velveteen tongue
that speaks of a time
far away from now
when we are
i plead for time
to grow feathers and fly,
as my addiction to
your sweet sweet love grows
oh fear i cannot
wait much longer
why must you be so far away
RainI do not believe inMore Like This
“Rain, rain go away”
I want the rain to pour
To crash on everything in its path
Just like that night
I realized I love you
Everything came crumbling down
My insecurities, my walls, my sanity
Going down the gutter along with the rain
It left me naked and scared
And I want everybody in this world
To feel that also
Because as scary as it is
It is the most human you will ever feel
Allow the rain to wash over you
And you will be rejuvenated
Submerged in Swan LakeMore Like This
Swans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan Maidens bare their chests
and open their wings in veneration -
for the duck has sought beauty through courage
and earned his guise of grace and virtue.
Moon Branding (001)A loner in denimMore Like This
and faded band tees,
you were on the hunt
when I met you.
Hitching a breath--
you caught a piece of night
in your black abyss eyes.
It lodged there--
that haunted you.
and one missing moon later,
before leaving me
to the vultures
and the dawn.
Gone, But Not ForgottenMore Like This
Party Poison had no idea how he wound up in the infirmary at the small camp Doctor Death-Defying had set up. The only thing he registered was the only substance redder than his own hair.
Blood. And lots of it.
Poison clung to the figure that the blood came from. Blond hair had little flecks of red, and a steady stream leaked out of his mouth. There was a hole burnt into the bright orange jacket, and the cobra emblem was now red, drenched with its wearer’s blood.
Kobra Kid was breathing, but it was ragged and unlikely that he’d survive. All things considered, he was lucky… Jet was already dead.
Poison’s too stunned to speak, so Fun Ghoul made it his job to try to get Kobra to calm down.
“Breathe, Kobra… just breathe,” Ghoul’s trying his best to keep his voice steady, if only to keep Poison and Kobra from freaking out. (Poison more so than Kobra.)
A whimper escapes from Kobra as his jacket is peeled off. That whimper turns i