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My Memory is a CinemaI see my memories as a CinemaMy Memory is a Cinema3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, the same film plays, but it's interesting.
As the film begins, I look around. I am alone. As per usual.
My cinema wasn't always lonely, there used to be friends sitting beside me, lots of them. All smiling at the memories. Sometimes crying.
Now, only three people sit with me. Holding my hand as I hold back the tears. The memories make me cry now. Not smile.
It's all the friends I have loved and lost. Those who have hurt me. Those who probably won't speak to me again.
There are those who taint the film without even noticing. They're there, smiling and laughing, not noticing me. And I just sit ther
So Hard to ChooseSo Hard To ChooseSo Hard to Choose4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
S1LENT
sj.hael92
The comets come, the comets go,
Leaving nothing but a trail of star dust.
Once every few hundred years…
Is that how long I have to wait
Before my next wish come true?
And what should I wish for?
The past, the present, or the future?
So hard to choose, so hard to let go…
Two ordinary people entangled to one,
Waiting for that comet to come.
Once every few hundred years…
A wish will come true.
But the two under a shady oak,
Lovers, they seem, though happy they're not.
So hard to choose, so hard to let go…
The past, the present, or the future…
It's that shady oak I com
Birth of LoveBorn of foam crested waves,Birth of Love5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From Gods strong and Titans brave.
When strife betwixt Heaven and Earth
Did plant its seed beneath the surf.
Sprung fourth from oceans of deep blue,
Breathe life into this world anew.
Ride to shore on a shell of white,
And bathe us in your glowing light.
We bow to you, Oh Goddess of Love,
Fair, golden beauty born of spilt blood.
To you all forms of love shall abase
Heat and passion, pure and chaste.
So as Gods triumph and Titans fall
Weave your spell of love to enchant us all.
we sing sin.i waswe sing sin.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
born in
a
broken
down town.
called yes.
-
our neighbors were
originally from
a city called no.
-
we decided that
just
because
of
the differences we
shared,
we would
murder and
rape
them.
-
we spat on
their graves and on
their lawns.
we
burned their houses and
stole their
futures.
and their lives.
-
we broke their
hearts and in
doing
so
we
broke their dreams.
-
we left yes
and no
both tiny
cities of
ashes.
-
we looked up to see
that
hell had frozen over
[us]
and it
was winter time
here.
Saying Goodbye to StrangersHand pickedSaying Goodbye to Strangers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
satine lined
jacket - and favours,
folded in voiceless ways
are tucked
into my pockets.
Billed for kindness -
I'm still worried about the payback.
Swaying marker; my home
phone numb
-er on pay-
phones,
Need an ear?
I'm no
Van Gogh,
but I can listen.
Please
Because it's really kinda cold
all around, and I just need
something to help me forget
that the jacket isn't real
And that the apple red
lights mean stop right
now; not here, now hear
what I am telling you.
This could be your life, but
I can only make order
of it for fifty seconds.
There. Steer. Go. Now
follow your own road.
This was going to be
ou
catatan subuhsebuah metafora di tengah selembar essay,catatan subuh5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sehisap menthol di pekat asap,
sebersit hangat di pahit espresso,
sekilas jingga di violet jam lima pagi,
dalam satu detik saat buka mata,
apa masih ada emosimu?
marah itu, benci itu, rindu itu?
atau semua lebur,
menjadi satu gumpalan bioplasmik
yang menyerap semua elektron sekitarmu
BAMMMMMM
dan terjadi ledakan bisu di cerebellum mu
dan tanpa sadar...
kamu menjadi pujangga di dalam trance
membuat puisi tanpa berpretensi
melantun diksi yang beriluminasi
di setiap paragraf ceritamu,
di setiap ujung naskah harimu,
setiap detik
lupakan rindumu,
bencimu,
marahmu,
yang ada hanya ras
Death By ComicsDeath By ComicsDeath By Comics5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Written by Bonnie Watson
2008
He learned to read from the many comic books left daily down by the creek. There were all sorts to choose, from Marvel to DC, to the less familiar independent titles. His favorite was an older version of the Aquaman series. The way the hero dived and swam, able to dwell above and below the water’s surface, was simply amazing! He even nicknamed himself Aqua in honor of the superhero.
Aqua’s least favorite was the Incredible Hulk. To him, Hulk resembled the giant bullfrogs that frequented the lilypads. Their steady croaks echoed around the creek in eerie unison, clumped together in a m
RedemptionRedemption,Redemption5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Falling from the stars
Being taken away in a single breath,
Redemption,
Always closer than air,
Just out of reach,
Redemption,
As bright as the brightest star,
Darker than the midnight sky,
Redemption,
As sharp as the dullest blade,
As true as the lowest lie,
Redemption,
Salvation in a word
Redemption,
Cried from the highest tower,
But only heard in the most humble heart,
What is redemption?
What is it that grabs our hand,
And pulls us up from the abyss?
What is it that drives us?
What brings us to this?
What are we all searching for?
Redemption.
Seeping from long-idle wounds,Let down from apreciation,Seeping from long-idle wounds,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
past time of communication,
leaves a sense of mild elation,
through the passages of dreaming.
Rights of passage never mind,
we are strangers of a kind,
in this place of active mind,
never are we sleeping.
Hope to travel life unharmed,
left my heart somewhat unarmed,
unprepeared to be embalmed,
in this heady world of complications.
Not through time does life unfold,
steady coming, winter mold,
remember times, happy and bold,
come the new tradition.
Olden times, the aquisition,
times of fright and contradiction,
does this happen from admission?
Is it all around us?
Hope I know and will promote,
an
Death by a Broken Heart...Love is like a flower,Death by a Broken Heart...5 years ago in Other More Like This
It'll bloom at any time.
All i have to do is water it well,
Then forever you'll be mine.
All I want is a treasure,
That'll be forever mine.
That you will give to me,
On the day of Valentine.
It's such a surprise,
Along with so sudden,
When your lover dies.
And you can no longer eat,
For your stomach has come to harden.
The violets are withering,
The roses are dead.
While this serpent is slithering,
Throughout my head.
Now my body has turned cold,
As if it is dead.
Like an old man,
Who for days has not been fed.
Let the flowers be laid,
Across this dreadful grave.
Even though my body will soon fade
Timeless:Cp.6I awaken in another dark room and I'm even weaker, but this time Gabriel is there with me he is holding me up and seems to be crying. I ask him why and he say's sorry about what happened earlier. But I ask him again and he says that he missed me and reaches down to kiss me.Then again I missed him too. Then I ask him why brought me here. He said he was sorry again and needed my help. I asked why, he said that he is being controlled by his by his older bother. Of corse Gabriel is much weaker than Julian but I would never expect this! Poor Gabriel, I still love him and I want Julian dead so I will help him out. He looks much happier and smiles.Timeless:Cp.65 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She's evil I tell youShe's evil I tell you5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sweet, sweet syrup
Nycteris put down her spellbook in annoyance. She'd lost her bookmark again! Surely things like this didn't happen to witches in stories. Oh no! They just had to do the eye of newt and stuff. They probbably bought all their potions pre-brewed! whereas her she was, stuck in a dingy basement mixing up spells in an old washtub! Life just wasn't fair.
What was next? What was next? Ah yes, carrots, onion and pepper to season. Or was that the soup she had for lunch? Nope. It was the spell alright. It was thickening nicely and would make either a good chutney or great fertilizer. It had a strange quality to it, like it was made
I'll Never Play The PianoOnce was a timeI'll Never Play The Piano5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the back of my mind
When my sole inspiration was you
Now times have changed
And I couldn't say
Whether for certain that's true
I took the tunes out of my head
Sold them for money instead
Love was alive, my will to survive
Now all my love songs are dead
I got so far away with those songs that I played
That my love's lost in rhythm and blues
I got so far away from those plans that we made
But I'll never play the piano again
Sang to the sun, sang to the sky
Sang to the moon and the stars
Sang everything from Winter to Spring
Now I don't know where you are
You took the tunes right out of my head
Gave me a rai
Along the Forest Road: OneMidsummer is a hot sticky thing even in the woods. At least here the shade keeps the worst of the heat off you, but then there are the bugs. Back in my home city we didn’t grow bugs like this. I think there was a law against them. On top of that it was a slow day with not a trader to be seen along the path. They must have all been doing the sensible thing and sitting in an inn somewhere sucking down cool beer from the cellar, not hanging out in the middle of a lightly traveled nowhere hoping to collect a toll or two. I decided to call it a day even though the sun was only an hour or two past noon.Along the Forest Road: One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hadn’t gotten far when I heard a
Don't You Remember?Deep in the ground are the decomposing bodies of our ancestorsDon't You Remember?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in the ground are their fears and their memories
They dug their own graves
Don't you remember?
Deep in the ground is a shoe, and a tooth
that belonged to the little girl you put into the 'showers'
Deep in the ground is her brother..their bony fingers still holding hands
Don't you remember?
Deep in the ground is a body. The fear and loss of hope is clear on the womans lost face
Next to her is a man who could have found a cure for cancer. You put him here
Don't you remember?
The faces of those who were young and yet looked old were hollow, and their bodies so thin th
Gulliver's Travels: 16"Hi Daniel." I said.Gulliver's Travels: 165 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Melina." Daniel said.
"Yes." I said. "What is it?"
"You look beautiful in the dress." he said.
I was flattered when he said that. It was worth wearing the dress Siba worked on for me. Daniel lifted me towards his shoulder and gently placed me there. Once on his shoulder, I felt him walk. This was the first time, I've sat on his shoulders other than sitting on his palm. He was careful in not crushing anything or anyone below him. I wanted to ask him about how he knew about his ancestor's arrival. I decided not to ask him until after the celebration. Apparently, he knew what I wanted to ask him.
"I'll tell you later."
You Ain't Never Been In LoveWe were standing close together after lifetimes spent apartYou Ain't Never Been In Love5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We were walking hand in hand, we were talking from the heart
When you told me, soft and sweetly, with the moonlit sky above
That you'd never, no you'd never been in love
I was thinking 'bout our story
I was walking you back home
I was saying I was sorry, we were talking on the 'phone
You've been married, you've had babies, you've been taken from my arms
But you've never, no you've never been in love
No you've never been in love
You've never been in love
You ain't had no arms around you
You've had no-one glad they found you girl
No, you've never been in love
'til you've
RecoveryFor a little while,Recovery5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a little while
I will cry.
But the rest of my life
Will be free
And filled with smiles.
For I think its better this way,
To be filled with tears today,
Than to be happy, smiling now
But crying the rest of my life.
That’s not to say I feel no pain
No… this hurts more than I can explain…
For now I know how
A broken heart feels…
And I know what it’s like
To have broken one.
But the hurt now will build me
A new wall to stand on.
The tears now will show me
How to appreciate the sun.
I do not regret,
And I’m glad.
Because that’s what I feared most.
But I’
From the Flames: 3Being what I was, I was unable to die even by my own hand. Especially by my own hand, it seemed.From the Flames: 35 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Now, don’t get the wrong idea, this wasn’t something that I was ecstatic over back then. It was awful. Even though I couldn’t off myself, I was more than capable of feeling pain. For those of you who don’t know, slitting your throat hurts like Hell, which is why I never plan to do that again. Ever.
Ah, but this is where the fun started.
I was lying on the floor of the temple, bleeding profusely, and laughing like a lunatic. Well, to say that I was laughing would be a little bit of an overstatement. It was more of coughin
You Were Meant For MeI hear the clock, it's six a.m.You Were Meant For Me5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I feel so far from where I've been
I got my eggs, I got my pancakes too
I got my maple syrup, everything but you
I break the yolks and make a smiley face
I kinda like it in my brand new place
Wipe the spots off of the mirror, don't leave my keys in the door
I never put wet towels on the floor anymore 'cause
Dreams last so long, even after you're gone
I know, that you love me and soon you will see
You were meant for me and I was meant for you
I Called my momma, she was out for a walk
Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talk
So I picked up the paper, it was more bad news
More hearts being b
LimboTrapped in a world, in a lifeLimbo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where nothing feels right
And everything feels wrong
Nothing I can do anymore
Tried it all, failed it all
Stood with my back against the wall
Broken hands
From past anger against brick
Can't really feel it
The pain of nothing, the pain of everything
The clattter of stones, the fall of rain
Blaring yellow light of sun, glowing white moon
Don't know what to do or what to think
Overwhelmed by it all yet so isolated and alone
Forever torn
in the limbo of neither life or death.
The HealerThe HealerThe Healer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take a step out side of my self
To see the person that I have become
What I see makes me vomit
The sickness, blood and rot
Blood oozing out of many wounds
Flesh rotting of the bone
My heart deep black with great sickness
My self covered in filth
I wish I could end it here
Then I see a person coming to me
A person of intrigue and great beauty
Fire shines in her eyes
A white cloth adorns her head
Wounds and scars can be seen on her body
Some of the wounds still have the weapons in them
Most are sewn shut and oz e a little blood
Some are even healed
Her body is free of decay and sickness
I wonder who
Our MachineI hear the cold shakesOur Machine5 years ago in Other More Like This
of Mammon, machines
welded together by greed
Night-owls and crows
pick at its washers...
now bolts tear at a fleshy engine
and the bones
of our saviors are
crushed in the cogs
Bleeding metal:
a lime-lighted
misanthropy
Clanging organs
breathe for wholly
servantile needs.
Sta.sh
