The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The Anarcher
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but why not an arrow? Much more dignified I think.
The monster stirs somewhere beneath the sand. Gritty grains roll over warty, jerky-dry skin with every guttural groan of restlessness. Of thirst. Of hunger. Of loneliness.
Many suns have passed since, each one rising to unleash wraith on the dunes. Burning rays stab down, a death stare fixing upon eternity.
Hot headed and cold hearted.
The monster simply crouches there, roasting alive in an oven...
The blood of the covenant has stood
Mingling gore o’kinship brotherhood
The blood of the covenant is strong
Lack family ties but we all belong
The blood of the covenant gets shed
We fall, we fight, we rise, until death
The blood of the covenant courses free
We scoff at haunting calls of banshee
The blood of the covenant seals fate
For any opposer, death’s ne’er late
The blood of the covenant...
I’m the woman inside the hourglass
Shoveling sand down the drain
No one notices me inside
Laboring, slaving away
It gets warm within these walls
Giant fingers tap the glass
Claustrophobia surrounds me
As my heart races too fast
Every grain is meticulous
Each a millionth of a second
They slip from my grasp in turn
To the funnel they are beckoned
My captivity’s controller
Much crueler than he see...
Like a sweater you are comfortable
You have your own personalized knit
Beautiful patterns compliment my fit
Like a sweater you are well-made
Materials crafted so vibrant and colorful
Lost in a sea of cashmere, cotton, and wool
Like a sweater there are many options
You’re far superior to others I’ve tried on
You fit me perfectly, the others are wrong
Like a sweater you keep me warm
You wrap me ...
Water
Sloshes around
Unbothered
Its makeup stays constant
Two hydrogen
One oxygen
But every body of water
Has different minerals
Salt contents
Different temperatures
Different sustained life
It molds to its surroundings
Reshaping upon contact
This is what makes it water
Gas goes wherever it wants
Unless trapped and sealed
And solids are unyielding
Except with extreme force
But gasses condensate
An...
“It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down,” I mused to the child. She was perched haphazardly on the chipped blue monkey bars, held up solely by the crook of her purple jegging-clad knees, a camouflage pattern to blend in. Her long, rust-colored hair drooped down, brushing the rough tanbark with its nostalgic woody smell.
“Hey! I’m on a top secret mission here. You’ll ruin it!...
(TW: Holoc@ust)
One usually commits arson out is spite. This is because it’s far easier to summon the power-fuel of fire from match-wielding fingertips than to confront uncomfortable emotions. And even if my maturity would betray me this, I’ll admit I was not angry.
I was young and naïve to the cruelties of the world. I had warmed my cold-pale hands. I had caught the fluttering ash like raindrop...
“Lois, get your root off of mine, budge over,” Gregor, the Pine, grumbled.
“Oh, quit your griping, you old geezer,” Laney, the Sassafras, piped in, “leaf some light for the rest of us tomorrow, will ya?”
Her mother, the Laurel, chided her, “Twigling, what have I told you about disrespecting your alders?”
“That’s ‘Old Growth’ to you, missy,” Lois, the Banyan, cut in.
Mabel, the Maple, extended a b...
TW: De@th
We grow up hearing, “do what you love!” For those with a passion for food, like me, why not take one last bite with your last breath? It is commonplace in prison to get a last meal before the axe goes down. How come the incarcerated get this luxury but not the common person? These questions led me to open this esteemed euthanasia establishment. Our slogan? “It’s to die for!” And, we’ve ...
Don’t check under the bed
It’s there. It’s there.
It’s watching you sleep
Don’t dare. Don’t dare.
Then morning comes
It’s fine. It’s fine
Just missing laundry
It dines. It dines.
Just thread remains
How sad. How sad.
I loved those socks
Made mad. Made mad.
So today I vowed
It’ll pay. It’ll pay.
Tonight’s the night
Post-day. Post-day.
The clock struck twelve
I’ll check. I’ll check.
With flashli...