Phineas' fingers ran along his coveralls where the silver wings rested against his skin, attached to the inside of his clothing. They weren't his wings, his father had earned them, but Phineas had worn them from the time he was small. He still remembered the day he first wore them. A man had come to his house and his mama had sent him outside to play. When he was allowed to come back in, his mama looked like she had been crying and the big man who had been dressed in a uniform like the one h
“Flee you clucking biddies, flee or I’ll send the foxes after you!” The Prince stood in the middle of the hen yard in his boxers clutching a baseball bat as the squawking birds half flew and half ran through the open gate, over the gravel path, and out into the open field.
“Oh my!” gasped Cinderella as she watched her prince chase the last of the birds out of the yard.
When he saw her, he drew up short and reigned in himself regally. “I guess now you know,” he stated.
“Know what?” she
Thanks Trevor,
I think a lot of people have a hard time seperating the fantasy from the author in this one. It is fiction although it is written to sound more like a memory.
Thanks for understanding that.
LOL that was the whole story. They are making me write more though. Don't know when that will happen. I have a list of demands. PM me with the things you had problems with I may need to address them when I do the sequel.
A Bio-Poem has a strict set of rules but now you deliver them says almost as much about you as the words you pick within the rules. This was my stab at this type of poetry.
Lugh
He who is opinionated, individualistic, ambidextrous, exhibitionistic, and lives in his own imaginationary worlds.
A lover of faeries, nude males, odd lore, and creative breakthrus.
The one who notices the soul behind the eyes, the dream within the dreamer, the love within the lust, and the stuff between the lines.
It is he who feels the tattoo of life, the wind beneath his wings, the song in his soul, and the blood on his hands while learning bes
I am a bastard son
Born from an act of lust
Into a life plainly unjust
Not into a world of fun
Life unfair before its begun
The final act, the final thrust
Enough to make the barmaid cuss
Growing up the others shun
A willful boy full of grace
Standing proud and tall
A bastard who knows not his place
In this world at all
Unashamed to show his face
In his m
Walking in two worlds, a universe apart
Two people, two faces, one life, one heart
Handling responsibilities trying to fit in
Working hard, starting over, having to begin again
One face is serious, one is carefree
Both I like, both I hate, which will I be?
Doing the right thing -- what is expected to be done
People have to remember, I am only one
One trying hard, filling the shoes of two
So many ex
One more step is all there is
Between me and nothing
And everything.
Considering life's twisted path
To the edge of the abyss.
Where I stand.
One more step for me to take
Tears, fears, confrontations
Call to me.
Standing here at the edge
Pondering my future
And my past.
One more step now taken
Into the ether
Set free.
Standing on the edge of eternity
looking out into the abyss
I see all and nothing -
my soul can not resist.
Closing my eyes to the aether
opening the web of my mind
reaching out into forever
I leave my worries behind
One step from the edge
so eager to fall
one step from the edge
about to lose it all
The rock begins to crumbl
Tell no secrets. Tell no lies.
Tell no one of my demise
Death's come a knocking I answered the door
Laying here bleeding on the cold floor
Sirens blaring, feet rushing in;
Heart still pumping. Thought you were a friend
Needle in my arm. Brace on my head.
People trying hard to make me not dead.
Watching from above. Blood dripping down.
Doctor looks worried; the nurse wears a frown
Naked o
By Lugh
In the place between sun and moon where the lightning flash strikes, a mass of energy quickened by thermonuclear activity wallowed in the seething soup of elemental evolution. Atoms combined and recombined infusing Its being with strength. Rumbling spasms transmogrified features blistered by solar energy. Then, enveloped in cosmic dust, he painfully choked out his first breath.
Unabashed by his nakedness and yet unnamed, he lay in the mire of his birth. Self awareness came slow