The Room With The Universe by PennyDiamond, literature
Literature
The Room With The Universe
When I was a child you spoke of a room
Where the universe sat on a throne
And the stars and the planets and asteroid bands
Were etched into windows and stone
And the floor was composed of the gods we had known
In eons that long since had passed
Where you wrapped me in starstuff adorned with a cloud
And said love would be there if I asked
So I scattered the seeds that you'd left in my hand
But they sprung up as iron bars
And no one can see these children who bleed
Through the God who created their scars
We collected the blood in the buckets that once
Had washed our babies clean
And we danced what was left of the children we loved
To the pla
A Letter To My Hometown by IWantToBeEmmaPeel, literature
Literature
A Letter To My Hometown
A Letter To My Hometown.
Dear Wishaw,
Despite the fact that I have lived in you for all of my almost nineteen years, I am only just starting to explore you. Before these past few days, I ignored you, head buried in my book as we speeded through you and beyond your limits, always on our way to better things and places and lives. Only recently have I begun to traverse your streets, accompanied by good friends, which every adventure benefits from. You are going to be the place where I spend most of my summer, so I may as well enjoy finding out more about you.
You are a sprawlingly small town, really, and no one seems to be quite sure where yo
As his lips parted from mine, I felt the warmth left by them and tasted his sweet love on the tip of my tongue. Opening my eyes, I looked him and smiled before turning away and blushing, biting my lip. His legs straddled mine as I sat up against the wall and I felt him firm against my crotch, softly and pleasantly touching my clit. This was the happiest I'd ever been and I reached up under his shirt, resting my palm against his chest to feel his rapid heart rate.
"I still got it," I whispered, smiling.
"You never lost it." he muttered before reaching up my top to mirror my action. I felt my face flush as I stroked him lovingly, wondering ho
Sometimes the days fade faster than I'd like
When you feel you have the world at our fingertips
Holding onto it with such a firm graps that the blood runs away
Sometimes the nights last longer than I'd like
Where your subconscious takes over every waking moment of sleep
Bringing nightmares and paradise swinging on hinges knowing this isn't going to help waking to reality
You and I dance as life and death,
unbroken and ever going,
circling and never ending.
As the music dies,
and the song stops,
where our dance is paused.
My sight goes gray,
the light in my eyes dims,
and I fall down forever back.
Your face is the last thing,
I saw and remembered so I take great comfort,
that you're forever there before me as I fall down.
So the music revives,
and the song restarts,
where our dance is unpaused.
The music is all around us and surround us,
like the lives we make and take,
and the dance is going faster to bring life and disaster.
I am darkness,
and oblivion.
I am the nightmare.
Deep shadows,
faces in the walls.
I am the monster.
Under your bed,
inside your closet.
I am the bogeyman.
I am the fear,
and the terror.
I am despair unbanished.
I am the doubt within,
your own mind.
I am the self-hate.
I am around you,
I am within you.
I am the panic attack.
I am your fear,
I am your terror.
I am your monster,
and I am as strong,
as your own imagination,
you are your own nightmare.
A Rather Bad Combination by Michel-le-fou, literature
Literature
A Rather Bad Combination
A Rather Bad Combination
Poetic account of the fate of Victor Frankenstein*
"Love and work do not mix"
Lo! the good doctor toiled long,
Fixing his attention upon his table.
He could scarcely think that it would go wrong;
But experiments will. when they are able1
The creature (call it not a monster) lay upon his back;
The signs of life not yet begun.
He would need a great lot, 't was a fact;
More than an electric charge, ere it was done.
In the parlor, the doctor's father sat;
Beside him, fair Elizabeth, at age of twenty.
She was yet an orphan, when they met;
She was grateful to him a-plenty.
He had promised her to the doctor, then.
[Thou