Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,Recycle Bin3 years ago in Free Verse
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.
Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.
Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...
Recycled 2Recycled 24 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
A new day begins.
As the hours pass it descends
towards its dark end.
Each passing minute wave-like
breaks on the unchanging shore.
duetThe earth is not perfectduet4 years ago in Free Verse
in its circumference,
it wobbles and shudders
as it sings-
the pitched layers of
and deep molten throbs.
Each person makes a noise
that drowns out the sound
against a tsunami's push
or the tumbling thunder.
Do they ever know the song
before it's too late, will they
mute themselves long enough
to know the words.
When you and I are together
we quietly hum in hopes of
hearing it in tune,
of being a duet in sync.
When we can't, we touch;
the friction of bodies
become tuning forks
vibrating with the tides,
of bird and beast migrating
by the silvery tines of stars
to the music of our only home.
Recycled DreamsI was halfway down the second floor apartment stairs when I realized I'd left my left arm on the table.Recycled Dreams5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
It's no surprise of course, for I've always had a habit of misplacing important things like keys, documents, and identification cards, but to leave one’s arm on the table is truly embarrassing. I would have run back to get it, but the bus driver is always a bit early on Tuesdays and I could already hear the distant hum of the engine making its way to me. And it's not like I really need it for work anyway. So I left it behind.
It's penguins and oranges today; my latest client is a fairly normal one. The last dreamer wanted marsupial martial arts masters in Atlantis. In space. You would think putting dreams to canvas is an easy job, and you'd be right - but truly I wonder about humanity at times. Subconscious wanderings are laid bare to my paintbrush - they get their dreams, and I don't fall apart entirely.
Morpheus is upstairs. I know because I can see the color runn
You've Gone Far EnoughHow many times have you tried, just to put me down,You've Gone Far Enough1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The last time I remember, I was underground.
And even then I rose up, just to challenge the greats.
You might be thinking that your wins are all a part of your fate;
But it's not!
You're a little puppet in the game,
And when you try to take me out, you'll be feeling the strain!
I will be breathing down your neck and it's offense;
No nonsense. I am the Word of Chen, execution commence!
And now you're feeling the pressure, I'll make you suffer;
Your words try to cut me, but you're bleeding your brother!
You don't recognize that I'm the one who paved your way;
And now you're crying, sweating bullets, while you kneel and pray-
I don't find you. You're scared! Your soul is bared,
The only thing that makes us different is the fact that I cared!
But it don't matter now boy! You can laugh and smile,
Because the only thing left is to burn you in a Word of Chen style.
- Chennie, 21st October 2014
++ Character Quiz ++++ Character Quiz ++9 years ago in Fantasy
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Recycled. Apparently dumpstersRecycled.3 years ago in Free Verse
Warm to you
(Only at 3am when
they're full of
Put my junk in there?
I was going to but-
It's full of garbage anyway.
epoch lacking.janus-facedepoch lacking.9 months ago in Free Verse
a deity of points
is an avatar
forging history in defenseless
scrolls and telling you
it’s existing because it’s
in empty pages.
this is the false start,
the recycling of hallucinations
and mirages of erroneous hope
in the creases of my knees,
the inner lining of my jaw,
and gaps of my digits.
my (y/f)ears melting
of looping heresy
and repeats of
cutting, breaking disruptions
of shattered record(ing)s
and i have no idea
what i’m watching.
or what i’m listening to
or why the fuck
they’re staring at me.
years are like love,
beautiful in concept;
impossible to grab hold of
until it has already passed by.
past byes and goodnights
i’ve never heard before
are all driving me into
the closet where the rest
of me lives.
a recycling pattern
of belief washes over
onto the first of first days,
the many firsts
of a first-born only waste.
Claw MachineIt was a normal day at the carnival: we had ridden the roller coasters, played the hammer game, and puked on the Tilt-a-Whirl. But we hadn't seen a Claw Machine yet, which was a shame because I always win those.Claw Machine5 years ago in Short Stories
But then I saw one. It was filled with an assortment of toys: a Ziggy doll, Betty Boop, a Batman, a gorilla, your normal Claw Machine diet. But when I laid eyes on it, I had to have my dad give me my last two quarters. It was a Jigglypuff doll. I just had to have it; it was the cutest thing, made cuter by the two bandages on it, most likely a reference to the Recycle card.
I inserted my quarters like a pro at a football game. I stuck out my tongue as the annoying song played. I told my little brother to be quiet when he talked out of excitement. I moved my claw up, then right, and then up, then right, then I walked around the machine to assure myself. Confident of the claw's position, I hastefully pushed the button; no need to give time to myself to second-guess my self. The cl
midnight aches and inside strangersevery nightmidnight aches and inside strangers2 years ago in Free Verse
I wake up to strangers
kept in the
depths of my
of the fears
the dearest dreams
these are the cups
in my sorrows
in the riverbed
of a throat
from the vine garden
They are the ones
in my blood
shuddering my bones
There's no fright.
only a contortionist
folding and unfolding
in my chest
while the moon
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
Memento MoriI have often felt death close to me,Memento Mori6 years ago in Free Verse
a stranger immersed in the crowd,
that surged around me. A figure
glimpsed from the corner of an eye,
who seemed to linger just behind me,
so that my arm was almost within
Frequently I dreamed of that certain
day when he would seek me, of the moment
when Id hear my name repeated in those
In my dream
I start to turn slowly, those pitiless features
almost close enough for breath to touch, if either
Tolkien rapLet's enter the ringTolkien rap2 years ago in Free Verse
and let the rap begin.
Who's the lord of it,
who's books are biggest hit?
If it's a too big strain
for your uninspired brain,
then you just need to look
at the title of my book.
Afraid to enter the ring with me?
Well, you have good reason to be
for I am the one to rule them all,
fantasy writers bow to me.
Without me elves would be little fairies
and dwarves just Snow-White's beardy pals
so lo! and behold, your originality -
- I saw it hiding behing your balls
(with a magnifying glass)!
And speaking about fame,
I didn't need a name
in this Hollywood s***
to make my books a hit.
(Although it helped a bit.
Who's looking forward to the Hobbit?)
A Postcard from Mother EarthYour flippancy,A Postcard from Mother Earth6 years ago in Free Verse
and lack of care for any-thing
from long distance
I can't scratch through the space between us
to give you a meaningful wound.
You, who are the world and
I, who am the earth
We've got plenty to fight about
but you don't even bother to address
You dress it up
in terms like:
Can you explain to me,
what is Civilized or Necessary
about torching my forests
blowing up my mountains
and poisoning my waters?
I have shaken and
I have rolled over in my sleep and
I have sent the winds to speak with you
but it seems you've forgotten even the simple languages.
what will you do
when I finally wake up?
Moon Covered in ScabsMoon Covered in Scabs11 years ago in Free Verse
Nothing begins here
It's just another sunset and another day of regrets
The future of forgotten fortuity
Darkness advances over the horizon again
The balance of the equinox gone
In the wake of creeping nightshades
But this time, I disappear
Fleeing the known world
An escape into the primal
Into a more natural state of misery
Into the woodland catacombs
This forest thrives
On the tears of forlorn youth
That no thrash against the flesh could summon
Neither thorn nor claw
Could ever pull this from the eye
So speaks the torture within
Eden in perpetual mourning
Beneath a moon covered in scabs
Past a decaying grove, several miles into the wild
The lake of lamentations awaits me
Waters still as glass and mirroring the celestial temple
I stumble to the weeping riverbed
And let my bare feet sink into the mud
Just out of reach of the gluttonous tides
Black water grabbing for my legs
This is a dismal dimension
A grave of souls
I watch the leaves rain down
A slow spiral of perfect vermilion doom
Still Wiredthere is no vortexStill Wired1 month ago in Free Verse
at either end
of our journey,
we enter and exit
in a quiet observance
of rainfall's ring, relaxing
rusting our drainpipes
no vortex, only
an upright blur
looking on, leaning in
through the doorway,
feeling for the switchplate,
then the break-voltage pinch
when they find it
only the echo
of moments, voices
to our middle,
from below our cave-ins
to be remembered,
and again, i'm fumbling
with makeshift limbs
to open the prize
and scavenge meaning
from life's middle-ruins,
before its landscapes
back down the dream fissure
and into the low-fi loss
of its familiar waters,
where each tiny minute
made of us, refinds
the magic and magnetism
of birth and breakdown,
before releasing its seconds
back into the stream
Music and Romance ::Frerard::And, why do you think youd be a good asset to this daycare, Frank?Music and Romance ::Frerard::8 years ago in Teen
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. This question always made me feel like I was on the spotlight, like at any second I was supposed to blurt out some sort of secret. Well, I mused, pretending to seriously consider it. Im good with people, especially children. I dont know why.
She smiled and patted my arm in what was obviously a maternally way. Take it to her to act like the mother, what with her super clear skin and huge boobs. Yep, Im sure many of the fathers drooled over her in their sleep. People never know why theyre good with children. Its a God given gift. Anything else?
Without even really thinking about it, I blurted out, I wont look at the moms when they drop their kids off. Oh, damn. There went another job. I lowered my eyes to my lap, feeling my face and my back suddenly grow very hot. Take it to me to be M
AugustMagnolia tree, wavingAugust1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern
to the rotting barn, shades
chickens pecking at my toes.
This is Not a Love SongCorporations amassing wealth, can't get insurance for your healthThis is Not a Love Song5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
Do elected politicians do our bidding, c'mon man, who are you kidding?
The recession that never seems to end, nothing at all is on the mend
Borrowing more than you lend, Africa has nothing left to spend
Do you really have nothing to suggest?
Cos this is not a love song, it's a Protest
The smack-heads on the streets are dying, the crime rate is defying
The president has another lie in, it's a drive-by and not a drive-in
HIV/ Aids is still soaring, while acid rain is still pouring
Switch off the news it's boring, it's just the World that you're ignoring
I'm singing this so that you don't forget
But this is not a love song, it's an Upset
Childhood obesity abounds, as the West gains another pound
All the fast food you can eat, careful baby, when you eat that "meat"
Waiting for more lies just like Iraq, waiting for another terror attack
The world itself has started to crack, nobody's here to watch your back
the traveller carefully exits the foresti have to lead little blindthe traveller carefully exits the forest1 year ago in Free Verse
doves of thoughts into dead ends
lest they read, cover up the soil.
but the neon signs vs breathing pulp:
i would like to have Honda wings and vandalize beaches
to register car crashes as ordered sensations
of the spinal cord, the aerodynamics of a shower of turbulent cold
to tell Him to fuck off the way it was meant
to be: naked, ruffled, alone.
and they say my kind avoids forests, and it’s easy to see why:
an emptied closet, a smattering of dust.
and the tropics is wide and huge and it changes colour
but remember the marshes swallowing
my army boots, bringing me down
to my knees, revealing
temples in vine lace and adder.
the traveller rests against a tree,
they can’t make out his face as he looks
up, fingers intertwined in brushwood
and promises made but not yet voiced.
Love is LithiumLove is LithiumLove is Lithium4 years ago in Free Verse
Goodness is Gold
Happiness is Helium
Originality is Oxygen
Curiosity is Carbon
Time is Titanium
Care is Calcium
Praise is Potassium
Gratefulness is Gallium
Mercy is Mercury
Truth Is tin
Peace is Palladium
Silence is Silicon
Need is Neon
Sin is Sulfur
Idiocy is Iron
Life is Lead
All the rest is Aluminum