MothI'm caught up in the funny
accent, and the rugged
A smile wide and
White, straight teeth,
Illuminated dully in the
School is dull.
And yet, again, I find myself
Frowning, in something like
embarrassment at the
glare of your green eyes
on me, your face
too close for comfort,
There is something like
In your eyes, taunting
subtly, as you laugh
Such charm is
Enough to draw the
Am I a moth?
I hope not.
ForecastI don't think the world could get any brighter,More Like This
and there's no chance the sky could get any lighter.
Yet here I am, I feel just the same—
the sky is so clear, but I'm always bracing for rain.
don't say nothey had said,More Like This
long before i met you
that the truth is known for its
punch in the gut;
it picks at the skin
on your forehead till it
peels off like the zest
of a pregnant orange,
bitter on your fingers
but so sweet
on your tongue.
is a typical symptom
of truth but
no one ever said
that you would exhaust
by the time it was
my turn to listen.
Showcase | 015The main focus of The-Asterismos is to celebrate and provide exposure for your excellent literature deviations. Each Sunday, I will be taking the time to feature a number of outstanding pieces submitted to the group during the past week. I encourage you to browse through the work below! Each deviant featured is very worthy of your support.More Like This
Note: I want to read your re-imagined myths & legends!
See you next week for Showcase 016!
A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~More Like This
Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns, try as dey mey
We iz not leevinz, we iz heer to stay.
Dear to the WorldDear to the WorldMore Like This
Dry up those tears and stand up;
The sands of time will not cease to stop in favor of your woeful sorrows.
Your silence to the world projects your voice throughout the vast entity of space and through a multitude of cosmic galaxies.
Hatred is capable of burrowing deep into your heart until it torments and haunts the mind to condemn.
For envy will grow like the green vines of jungles, twirl around your feet and encase your body in transparent black acridness.
Honor those who have grown to age wisely and endure the calamities meeting them from the wings of the ticking clock.
Love those who gave you great suffering and to those who adore you for who you are instead of who you aren't.
Every ticking second we experience the miracles and tragedies of ephemeral life.
And move on;
Life is precious and fragile, my dear.
Don't waste time dwelling in the past;
Learn from your mistakes.
throw me in the landfill.I hate you.More Like This
I honest-to-God hate you.
But you're so
You could do whatever,
Throw me in a landfill
Leave me at the alter,
And I would forgive you.
Do me a favor,
Let it linger.
Let it last.
Don't let me love it.
I love you too much,
I need to hate you.
Let me die in your arms.
Let me fade away in your company
Let me go.
Let me free
I'm begging you.
Let me go
Make me hate you
Make me love you
Electricity sparks in me
Am I the only one who feels it?
I am alone in this
The Smell of Freshly Laid Rainthe smell of freshly laid rainMore Like This
blossoms as you inhale
it cuts deep
dissolving the headache from
too much caffeine
or too little
it clears your mind
and ignites your sense
as you feel it curling your hair
you open your lungs wide
and breathe deep
and cough as it tickles the
bottom of your chest
buried down below
closing your eyes
you bathe in it
the steam of your breath
screaming to the clouds
your soul is washed
and you are reborn
Broken Love SongHe sang a broken love songMore Like This
another melancholy Autumn day,
the lone bird flew away, so long.
The wind braces me to be strong
like fallen leaves I dream of slipping away,
he sang a broken love song.
His fragile beauty was so wrong
yet silently I wished he could stay,
the lone bird flew away, so long.
Thunder claps like a gong
while in the rain to and fro I sway,
he sang a broken love song.
In the cage of my heart he did not belong
I watched him disappear in skies so gray,
the lone bird flew away, so long.
Why this agony do I prolong?
the bitterness of my soul in decay
he sang a broken love song,
the lone bird flew away, so long.
Gardens Of TimeEchoes of laughterMore Like This
Between time and memory are the gardens of time, gardens that are of any shape and form, of any kind. They exist beyond our concept of existence and echoes reside there.
Echoes of the past, the present and the future that lived, live now and will live. Laughter, tears, dreams, hopes and so much more remain in those gardens, those gardens of time.
Echoes of tears
Imprints of ourselves are formed from the most strongest of emotions, even if that emotion is not a happy one, it still leaves an imprint that go to the gardens and may also appear outside of the gardens in the form of spirits and ghosts, or orbs of light.
In those gardens we are young, we are grown, we are any age we wish to be and any sex. There are no limits in those gardens, those gardens of time. For such limits are for the living.
That is where I am right now, in one such garden of time.
Echoes of love
The living can enter those gardens sometimes but only thr
The WolfMore Like This
Eternal guardian of the forest
Whose pale eyes glow from the shadows
Running with the wind, fluid and sleek
Your fangs alone make the law
With the stars reflecting off your coat
Of burnished silver fire
Your ears are alert and forward
As a howl echos in the distance
Standing alone, watching through the night
As the moon travels the path of the sky
Unknown, unseen, but forever needed
Wolf...protector of the forest
Protect the weak, join the strong
Pass the birthright to your young
Wolf...guardian of the forest
May you always remain eternal
Feeding French Fries To CrowsGraduation gownsMore Like This
Stuffed and slinged over our backs
A good hour away from Nashville
Over this week's latest domestic disturbance spree
And the late-night drives
The past eighteen years for you and I
Better fed to crows
On the sobering post-rain sidewalk
Of a McDonald's morning rush
What Nobody KnowsWhat nobody knowsMore Like This
Is the secrets you could hide,
The lies you may hold,
The suffering you could mask,
Or the troubles of your past.
Looking at the serenity,
The calm and peace,
The perfect picture of you,
Would they even care?
Would anyone want to see
The truth behind it all?
Or would they be content,
Just knowing and loving the facade
You put on for them?
That seems to be the truth.
The irony of it,
That the truth is a lie.
They care not for the past,
As simple humans do.
They only care for the now,
And pay no mind
To what nobody knows.
Lethe.The amorphia of our agapeMore Like This
is an epoch.
An epoch of spherical apologia.
A cycle of achromatopsy--
thus the synthesis of alabaster and melanoid.
of apathy in an arch of no exodus.
My lethe is my catastrophe.
Masked GalaButterflies adorned the mariposa vines,More Like This
A diversity of jewels sparkled under the dim light.
But the attention was directed at the door,
For a nameless soul had entered.
The murmur of voices escalate
As the woman steps into the ball.
Thrice as beautiful as any other,
And a mask like no other.
The caliginous amethyst shade was
Freckled with small pure white pearls on the upper cheeks,
Silver boarded the edges of the gala mask
And ocean blue swirls met time in time
With the engraved green wings around the eye holes.
Laughter chattered as they pointed and judged,
But the masked woman was ignorant to the conspicuous gossip.
She elegantly floored down the beige steps,
Always holding her head tall and her posture straight.
She did not show any emotion, but a blank slate,
Nor did her steps hesitate.
People parted as she walked to the center of the room,
The crowd now curious to why this newcomer has crashed their party.
The woman lifted her midnight sapphire dress just a little off the ground,
In October.She is chameleons,More Like This
beside once-remembered friends
of once-remembered pasts,
falling fragmented in kitchen sinks
and cleaning bottles,
breaking hearts for puzzles,
bandaging wounds on tables
of answers without questions;
and she is still unknown
come next October.
MakarI am discovering poetry in lines of genius --More Like This
fragments of a broken existence
where only misfit pieces build the puzzle
and discarding the words like carbon dioxide
They are drowning me in a dictionary of experiences --
inhale a panicked definition of life
and exhale an ocean of ink and paper
with no surface in sight
every artist should die for their passion
Knickknacks On BookshelvesI have a special loathingMore Like This
for the quaint ceramic birds
and heavy soapstone bookends
that tend to litter the bookshelves
of the people who don't read
And I find unbearable
the open spaces next to
pretty gold leaf collections
of books that won't be read
I'll admit that I go weak
for a beautifully bound tome
but the most attractive one
is the book whose binding's cracked
with worn out letters
and stained pages
from being read
lost memories between the sofa cushionsi found the lost boys under the sink again,More Like This
their eyes boring as dark as a stygian night.
black ink tallies were scrawled on their arms --
an imaginary clock ticking life away in place
of the years they weren’t growing.
they reach their hands out to me,
beckoning, whispering the mantra
“be our mother again, again, again...”
but it was your words that echoed in my mind:
even pixie dust isn’t strong enough
to help me fly anymore.
Wintre with his colde is ycomenWintre wiş his colde is ycomen,More Like This
Haş his tide, long, wel yſeten,
And men afelde muche undergon,
For hou long ȝet gon?
CelestesYour breath sweeps light into dark cornersMore Like This
an ocean moving beneath your lips
in soft waves.
Light refracts into hollow depths
a lullaby speaking grief into deep blues
and long boats whispers sighs of love
against the hull of you
the streets step lies over our tongues
repeating as each sole meets asphalt
and treads shadow into black
each word falls over the page
or the gentled sounds of love
echoing in a silent grenade
the soft soliloquy of us
shapes under a new world
it murmurs into space
and speaks satellites
into black holes
Lies.Her skin was so tight and crisp and with my touch it seemed like it melted away.More Like This
It was the color of caramel.
On her breasts there were goosebumps, as i brush my hand against it.
Her smell filled my nostrils and over took my senses.
She was there sitting in front of me. Begging me to eat her.
I must have her.
I undressed her hungrily, biting her, savoring her.
For i have waited to long for my princess.
With a tug, here there, her meat slipped away from her bone as she gave in to my lust.
"MICHAEL are you done with your fried chicken?!
Uh... Yes ma!"
And like that he left her naked and alone.
OrnithologyI sometimes imagine us,More Like This
Years down the road, sitting
On the patio of a London bistro
Much more sophisticated than we are.
We'll waste the afternoon drinking tea
As impolitely as we can.
We'll chat too loudly about absolutely nothing,
But with such authority the woman one table over
The one with the ugly scarf,
Because it's always the one with the ugly scarf
Will mistake you for someone famous.
We'll spend the next hour reminiscing
Youthful conquests, like Cleopatra might,
Or Anne Boleyn.
Then we'll make-believe
Like nothing's wrong with us.
We'll call it a day
Find a good pub and drink a bottle of gin,
After watching an English bird glide by
In a sundress, and we remember that
We came here to forget.
We used to call it "hen-hunting,"
This want for a wife,
Back when we had a sporting chance.
ReviverCan I dance to your heartbeat for a while?More Like This
I've lost my rhythm, I can't hear it anymore.
I just need some time to get into the swing,
Just need to break free from a life so lonely.
Will you sing to me the stories I need to hear?
After all this time I have no voice to offer.
All these truths fed to me like life support,
Tear them from my head, I won't believe them anymore.
Could it be that you're teaching me to live again?
Somehow beauty's rising from what was such a mess.
As my soul reanimates after stagnating far too long,
I only hope I harmonize with the cadence of your song.
Actinium DreamsY'all have any idea how downright frustrating it is to be the granddaughter of one of the most powerful and celebrated superheroes ever Ulysses Randall Martin, the iconic Mr. Uranium and yet have no special talent of your own?More Like This
I mean, it's not like I don't have my own elemental superpower: like almost all of Grandpa's progeny, I do. But how much good is the ability to produce hard-hitting Alpha and destructive Beta rays if you can barely control it and never quite turn it off? At least I'm not as bad off as my son Frankie; I love him to death, but when left alone the poor boy is totally unstable and downright dangerous: the worst possible mix of autism, Alpha rays and ADHD.
And I do at least have my own nemesis, of sorts: the cadre of good ol' boys who call themselves DOTA, whose main ability seems to be workin' together to nullify and trap super-powered elementals. But t'be honest, they don't seem to have anything against me personally; I think they just have a ge
Toy Story: ReunitedWhile I have been writing Jessie/Buzz lately, I think I should show all of you how I brought Bo Peep back in a full story (instead of just a small note in one story.)More Like This
"Rockin' around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop!" played off of Bonnie's iPod, which was on a speaker.
All the toys were partying everywhere, singing Christmas carols, and some noticing the snow falling outside.
"OOooOOH!" the little aliens said, staring out the window.
"The sky has frozen its tears and they are falling towards the earth!" one said.
"All hail the great clouds that give us this miracle!" another said.
Even though Christmas wasn't for a few more days, everyone was having a great, joyous time!
Except for one toy
"Hey Woody, what's got you so down?" Buzz asked, sliding up next to Woody, who was sitting on the edge of Bonnie's bed.
Woody looked up and said "Buzz, you got a little lipstick everywhere."
Aftermath - Chapter 3Fabricated FearsMore Like This
Jessie was used to abandonment by now. She had been donated by Emily, locked away in storage by Al, and now even Andy had left her behind. The feeling of being abandoned was nothing new for Jessie, but the feeling that she was the one doing the abandoning was, and she didn't care for it one bit.
Unfortunately, try as she might, Jessie couldn't seem to break free of it, of this feeling that she had abandoned her friends. After all, if it hadn't been for her and her stupid ideas, Buzz wouldn't be missing almost two full days of his memories, Mr. Potato Head wouldn't have spent a long night in "the Box," and she wouldn't still be picking flecks of green paint out of her hair days after the abuse had occurred. Rex wouldn't have had his tail forcibly removed for an afternoon, Slinky wouldn't have had his spring stretched almost to breaking, and Woody
Woody wouldn't have had to choose between his friends and his owner
Woody wouldn't have had to say goodbye
A Common BondJessie swung her legs back and forth in the air as she lay on the floor; the book she was reading was softly lit by the night light that still glowed next to the toy box. Andy had long outgrown the need for it, but Jessie was glad neither he nor his mom had removed it. She looked up as she heard a soft thump from the bed and saw Buzz crouched on the floor, frozen lest the noise had awakened Andy. Jessie tilted her head as she watched the Space toy moving stealthily to the bedroom door. As he peered into the hallway, curiosity got the better of her and she pushed herself off the floor. "Howdy, Buzz!" she whispered loudly, sneaking up behind him. "Whatcha doin'?"More Like This
Buzz jumped a few inches in to the air. "Craters, Jessie," he swore, resting his hand over his chest. "Don't do that!"
She giggled and rocked back on the heels of her boots.
A small smile tugged at his lips, an occurrence that seemed more frequent around the exuberant
First Snowfall"Buzz! Buzz, come on! I’ve got somethin’ to show ya!" Jessie's small hands wrapped around the space toy's arm and she began dragging him away from the cardboard space ship.More Like This
"Whoa, what's all the excitement about, Jessie?" he laughed, willingly letting her pull him down the hallway.
"You’ll see!!” She kept a firm hold on his forearm as she backed through the small opening cut into the back door for the cat. “Look!” she pointed into the air.
Buzz’s gaze followed her fingers to the white flakes floating from the leaden sky. "It's... snowing," he acknowledged without much emotion.
She nodded, "I know! Ain't it wonderful?" she bounced up and down on her toes.
"You've seen snow before, Jessie," his voice and eyes were filled with amusement.
"But this is the first time this winter!" She turned a rapt gaze back to the wintry precipitation.
He laughed out right and lowered himself to a seated position on the back porc
Envious, Chapter SixHopelessMore Like This
A Space Ranger is trained to know exactly what should be done in any and every situation. But after Woody finally told him about what had happened to Bo Peep, Buzz Lightyear found himself at complete loss, not having a clue what the proper thing to do or say next was. This was one type of situation that wasn't covered in the training at the Academy.
“I... I don't know what to say,” Buzz admitted. “I'm sorry.”
Woody only stared blankly at his own boots.
In an attempt to break the nearly awkward silence that hung between them, Buzz continued searching in his mind for the right things to say. Something to help him... to cheer him up...
“You'll be all right Woody, eventually,” were the spaceman's chosen words. They were well-intended, but perhaps not the best words that he could have picked to say at that moment. Woody couldn't blame him for trying though.
“Not yet. Not for a long time...” the sheriff said, almo
Envious, Chapter FiveShatteredMore Like This
Slinky's assumption had indeed been correct; Woody did not sleep at all that night, due to the fact that he was trying to devise a plan to get to Sunnyside with Bonnie in the morning. He had to slap himself though when he remembered that tomorrow was Show-And-Tell and that Bonnie had been planning to bring a certain red-haired cowgirl to show to her class. It would be pretty easy for him to get Bonnie to take him to school with her, as long as Jessie went along with his new plan.
"Oh come on Jess, will you just do this one simple little thing for me?"
"Woody, I'm not hiding from Bonnie so that you can get her to take you to school with her! I can talk to Barbie for you if it's really all that important."
"But she specifically asked for me to come. I need to be the one to go."
"But why can't we both go?"
"Because Bonnie's mom won't let her take more than one toy to school with her, you know that."
The cowgirl sighed in defeat.
Envious, Chapter FourAn Urgent MessageMore Like This
The toys heard the sound of a car in the driveway. Bonnie was home from school. The toys resumed their positions and Bonnie appeared in her room only a few moments later.
"I wish I could play with you guys," she said as she dropped her backpack on the floor, "but Mommy and I are going clothes shopping today! Bye!" she said, and was gone again.
The toys came back to life after they heard the car driving away. Slinky saw Bonnie's backpack laying on the floor and noticed that for some reason it was open and a few papers had fallen out. He also noticed that one of the papers was folded had the words To Woody written on it.
"Woody, there seems to be a note for you here in Bonnie's backpack," Slink called to the cowboy, who had been discussing something with Dolly.
"Who's it from?" Woody asked.
"Doesn't say, at least not on the front."
"Here, let me see it," Woody said as he walked over and picked up the note.
"Toy Story 4": Second Chance It seemed like an eternity had passed for 'Andy's gang' in their new home, but it had been a mere eight months since the blue-eyed boy had gone off to college, leaving his toys in the loving care of little Bonnie. Of course, he made sure to visit during his vacations there was one particular night near Christmas that all the toys remembered vividly, when he babysat the young girl and the two played until long past her bedtime. Bonnie was just as Andy had been: bright, creative, and adventurous. Her toys were always going to far off places and exploring new heights of imagination. The main difference between her predecessor and herself was that she was always careful with how she handled them, and made sure that her mother repaired any damages as soon as they happened.More Like This
Woody's arm had stayed safely mended through the years, ever since Andy had sewn him back together. The stitching brought fond memories to light for the cowboy each time he ran his fingers d