the thoughtful authorthis writer's sightthe thoughtful author2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the frontal lobe
the much more thinking part
and further still
yet further still
the slower beating heart
she took her aim
her pen in hand
and drew a man
llp - dA - jul2014
Puzzles"We all used to make puzzles,"Puzzles1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
she says to everyone
"First we made the edges of life."
She wonders about the last piece:
"Something is missing..."
as the last piece is wandering off
The edges of life
Built a barren person
in her nervous version
We never finished our puzzle."
"The baby is dead," he says
"So what?" she asks
"Maybe we can try again," he begs
"The baby is dead," she says
"So what?" he asks
"I can't take it," she answers
She rages in the corner
Maybe the puzzle
was too hard
Maybe she has
no mind anymore
Men are puzzles
Women are puzzles
Puzzles of children
Puzzles of adults
The rules, love and life
they are all pieces
Given by nobody
Taken by everybody
"Now the child throws
all our pieces away," she cries
Be Aware of the Weak Ice!Hyvät naiset ja herrat! (Ladies and gentlemen!)Be Aware of the Weak Ice!2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Varokaa heikkoa jäätä! (Be aware of the weak ice!)
se polttaa jalkojenne alla (it's burning under your feet)
tarttuu olkapäistänne kiinni (grabs you by the shoulders)
kaksin käsin (with both hands)
syyttävin sormin (with blaming fingers)
Siinä on halkeama (There is a crack)
johon te putoatte (into which you will fall)
jos otatte vielä y
Waiting for the Clock to StopClock in the middle of the wall. It was a white wall,Waiting for the Clock to Stop3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and the clock was brown, somehow way too small.
Ticking, ticking... away from the hating
to another problem. I'm still waiting...
...for a huge ship which sunk.
...for a weird trip when I'm drunk.
Not that many days were silent, thanks to the clock.
Neither that many moments because of our talk.
Can you remember, when there was no time?
There wasn't a single clock breaking my initiated rhyme.
You're Not In Wonderland AnymoreShe was running; scared and desperate. The young lady fumbled her way through the darkness while the rocks cut into her bare feet. The tears spilling down her face were enough to fill a parlor, only rivaled by the sobs that threatened to shatter her heart like the broken mirror in her room.You're Not In Wonderland Anymore2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was seventeen practically a woman. Yet she dressed like a young child in frills and ribbons. The girl resented her sister’s constant nagging to wear corsets and evening gowns. She wanted to lie in fields of flowers and snuggle her cat to her chest. She wanted crawl her way into mischief and follow the little white rabbit again. She wanted to wander through the world she couldn’t quite understand, yet adored all the same. She even enjoyed giving chase to the guards who were guilty of painting the roses red for her majesty. This was the childhood refuge she had learned to call home. But it wasn’t meant to last forever.
“Please,” she begged. “Let me stay with you