Ex-Him.So kind,Ex-Him.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're so kind
to everyone (but me)
let's pretend we ever worked things out.
I love (hate) the way your hair
falls over your (not) perfect eyes
once upon a time
there was me (and you)
never to meet.
Once upon a time
there was a me
who didn't die inside
every time i heard your name.
he didn't do that
(oh yes he did)
let's pretend i never met you
let's pretend you ever cared.
Your "i love you" was a lie
yes, you're a "good friend"
read between the lines:
Thanks, you ripped me apart (it was)
Obvious you never cared, (I)
Might consider talking to you again,
(but on the other hand)
55 Ways to Upset Javert1. Mock the lawr.55 Ways to Upset Javert4 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Sing Little People nonstop.
3. Tell him that sideburns are stupid.
4. Constantly tell him that it was once against the law to study astronomy, or even stargaze.
5. Point to a random area and yell, "LOOK! IT'S 24601!" Then when he looks in that direction, help whomever he's arresting at the moment run away.
6. Remind him that he practically killed Fantine, which is against the law.
7. Slice up a fresh baguette, and start throwing the pieces at him.
8. The above is recommended to be done while shouting something along the lines of: "HERE'S NINETEEN YEARS' WORTH OF BREAD! EVERY YEAR OF TORTURING MY HOMEBOY VALJEAN TO YOUR FACE! OH! AND HERE'S THE BREAD FROM 1815 TO 1823! EIGHT MORE YEARS OF BREAD! BUT YOU SAID HE'S TEN YEARS ON THE RUN, SO HERE'S SOME MORE BREAD TO TEACH YOU HOW TO COUNT! OH, AND ANOTHER NINE YEARS TO 1832!!! HERE'S YOUR GODDAMN BREAD JAVERT, ARE YOU HAPPY YET?!"
9. Replace his snuff with crushed-up M&Ms. When he's chasing after Valjean again (at lea
pulling off a bukowskipulling off a bukowski8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't want to pull off a Bukowski.
He was such an unhappy man
He had nothing but his
(He has me beat there)
He saw the worst in
He loved nothing but his
He only found serenity within his
a hundred heart beatshand full of hair, your skin on my teetha hundred heart beats5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nails down my back, a hundred heart beats
we've been here before
but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours
penetrating every thought
all attempts to speak
are all for not
though there's really no need
for we both know
this moment consumes what we are
every kiss, caress,
potentially a scar
left on our body's, hearts, and minds,
so much damage done in so little time.
till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace
hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case
Family TiesFamily Ties5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why is it that the father walks his daughter up the aisle? The mother is usually the most involved in the wedding. In animal circles, the father is the one that feeds on his offspring, the mother is the one that protects them- so it goes in human circles, too. It's the mother who gives you hot chocolate after daddy says he's disappointed in you.
Maybe it is the trade-off, for up till when you say "I do", your father is supposed to be the most important man in your life, and he's willing to come second. But if that's the case, why doesn't the mother walk the groom up?
I shouldn't be wondering about this as I'm walking down the aisle, my father clutching my arm. The gaze of the seated presses into my cheeks, turning them bright. Maybe this is where the "blushing bride" term comes from.
He lets me go, and I smile, stepping beside first place. But when the pastor declares, "Till death do you part," I'm thinking that his statement is more true of a father and daughter.
It is now time fo
cognitive reflux.papercuts on my lipscognitive reflux.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
prevent the acidic truth
from escaping my mouth
and off my tongue.
the letters burn my teeth
like fire forever fed.
they will not escape.
only charred and swallowed.
Draga tataDraga tata,Draga tata6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Nu e nici prima, nici ultima scrisoare pe care ti-o voi scrie. Pe celalalte din pacate nu ai avut cum sa le primesti pentru ca nu am putut sa ajung pana la posta, ceva m-a impiedicat. Tata, imi e dor de tine. De ce nu ma suni ? De ce nu te interesezi de viata mea ? Eu sunt singura ta fata. Nici nu stii cat m-am schimbat. Nu mai sunt copilul pe care ti-l aduci aminte. Copilul cu care mergeai la Zoo si ii cumparai pufuleti si care se bucura de prezenta ta fizica, tu fiind prea ocupat sa vorbesti la telefon. Au fost atatea momente in care am avut nevoie de tine, atatea momente in care aveam nevoie de un cuvant de la tine, dar am trecut si peste ele, dar fi sigur ca nu voi uita niciodata. Acum cateva luni a fost ziua mea. Am implinit 16 ani, tata. 16. De ce nu m-ai sunat sa imi spui la multi ani ? De ce nu mi-ai dat un mesaj macar ? Stii bine ca nu ma intereseaza cadourile tale pompoase si ca vreau doar sa fi langa mine cu o vorba sa vad ca te intereseaza... Imi e dor de tine t
eikon aklastos.we mused underneath bloodless onyx nights,eikon aklastos.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pointing out the stars like celestial bread crumbs
left behind by some careless angel. safe
in their studded velvet sea, they sighed and
gossiped high above our heads; they hissed their secrets
to the big blue marble so many light-years away:
sibilant whispers, snake-eyed promises eventually neglected.
someday, when the stars are collected like bits of
shredded reality by zeus's sons and daughters,
when they pull the plug on the moon, when it bleeds out
one or two more firefly flickers and finally dies,
we will discover how to collapse into the edges of existence
and absorb ourselves into the universal soul.
and the official arguments on behalf of the original
galaxies will burn for the sake of ozone and oneiric
existentialism, and when there is no more proof that
we were here, god will raise his finger once more
and we will believe again that we have never been.
crash-landing on the borders of being is the reason for
paperheartsyndrome.you're just a girl, really.paperheartsyndrome.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who writes sometimes.
but that is not all.
that's far from everything.
your heart was replaced
by the paper on which
you write your
your fingers fold
around your pen
like they've always
been there. always.
your demonic eyes
look black in
sometimes light, but
you know they're just
and love, i'm going to
put you away.
in a box under my bed.
so you can write wonders
Coffee Shop MemoirsPhilosophers thinkCoffee Shop Memoirs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We may dream our reality.
With earphones attached liked IVs
I dream my own melodic universe.
Until someone laughs behind me
And strikes up conversation with a friend.
And in that moment they become my anchor
Are they spinning through my dream
Or am I spinning through theirs?
Sometimes life fits in a coffee cup,
Sometimes inspiration pours out slowly like a packet of honey,
And sometimes it all mixes together
Like liquid incandescence that I drink right after brewing.
When no one speaks to me for hours
I begin to wonder
Is everyone dreaming a reality that includes
The whole café but me?
The street outside the window
With passing strangers, dogs and cars
Is a whole new Milky Way
Waiting to be discovered.
But I am no space explorer
Aliens are beyond my reach.
Whispers of the people around
Reach my ears distinctly
Like waves lapping on the shore.
Words on paper go no way
Towards proving that I was ever here
My identity is slowly condensed
Not into the people who kno
cioburi .1.NU vreau, NU pot... NU mai pot sa fac asta...cioburi .1.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
o priveam in oglinda si era goala. privirea larei ma speria, ma facea sa tremur.
Vroiam s-o iau in brate sa-i spun: "totul va fi bine! nu s-a intamplat nimic. inchide ochii si uita. nu s-a intamplat!".
dar ar fi fost degeaba... chiar daca as fi putut sa-i mangai obrazul palid, sa-i sarut fruntea acoperita de bretonul ei jegos, ar fi fost degeaba. stiam deja ce simte. tremura odata cu mine, era la fel de naiva ca mine, orbea odata cu mine.
ma fixa cu privirea dincolo de sticla rece, cu ochii plini de lacrimi.
-lara! te rog nu plange. rezista! n-are ro...
dar deja plangea. cu toate ca lacrimile nu-i udau cearcanele, obrajii, buzele, gatul sau tricoul, plangea. lacrimile ei pareau inghetate, inundandu-i abisul irisului, stergand verdele-albastrui, facandu-l sa para gri. n-o mai vedeam bine, asa ca am inchis ochii. ma ardeau. picuri mari fierbinti imi ardeau obrajii, buzele, transformandu-se in gheata odata ajunsi pe gat.
"nu merita, lara! nu m
Love...ConsumingLove...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a dreamy
Short and sweet
Always meant to be
trei zile din acel iulie.linii de cale ferată scârţâindtrei zile din acel iulie.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunt nopţile noastre de dragoste. unind
muntele cu marea, fără puncte cardinale,
ore, ticăit de ceas.
trupurile noastre, în sărbătoare, ascultă
ritmul unei stele clipind în carul mic.
ochii tai, arsură din cerul de opt seara,
străbat lacrima din mine, scoica mică din "c"-ul
ne iubeam la 536, maşini trecând, faruri reflectând obrazul
stâng, zdruncinând pereţii, trăgând de draperii
de culoarea cafelei, băută în pahare, albe,
mi-am lipit fruntea de pieptul tau, în partea stângă;
acum, bătăile inimii tale s-au mutat,
coboară şi urcă, pe scările trupului meu.
ai topit sarea în saliva ta, am inghiţit amândoi
- o noapte -
între cele două sărutari de la răsărituri,
cel de lună,
cel de soare.
m-ai furat între
The Other WorldThe Other World9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've been dreaming of another world. I'm the only one who can go there, because I've found the secret key. It must have been about a year ago when I found it in the July 1946 edition of Weird Stories magazine, page 45, line 12. At first this line didn't really strike me as anything important.
They shot the tower down.
It wasn't until the man spoke it to me in my dream that it meant anything. I remember I was dreaming of a murky, fog-covered plain, and the sky got dark--almost black. He withdrew from the shadows and faced me, but I couldn't read his features; his whole body was like a silhouette cut from black paper. There was only the outline of the fedora on his head and the light on his lips.
"They shot the tower down," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"These words open the door into the other world," he said, "the one you've always hoped for."
I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, and he
Despre ereditateDespre ereditateDespre ereditate6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doctorul de la noi
e un om
de vază în stat
şi de cratiţă-n oraş.
cu multe carenţe emoţionale
(Drept urmare bunicul
ceva ore mai târziu)
Tot el i-a spus
un soi de infecţie urinară
a materiei cenuşii
(Asta explică usturimea
şi nisipul prelins
de fiecare dată când gândea)
Eu m-am procopsit
(chiar de la doctor)
cu o toxinfecţie alimentară
şi nu mai pot digera cuvinte
de trei săptămâni.
DogmaThis is how I think of you:Dogma6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you are made of wide-frame glasses,
vegetables and dismissals; that you watch
Dogma and you do not know why they
bothered making the movie and then ask me to
put in something depressing so you can cry again.
This is how I dream of you:
That you are standing outside of a residence hall
in the winter without any shoes; that you have no hair anymore
because your niece had leukemia and you cut it
all off to spite disease; that you flay your arms into
seventeen parts and I wake up screaming.
And most of all, this is how I feel you:
That you smell like the innards of a gull, all
lonely and grey; that even
haikuwrimo - July 20081st July 2008haikuwrimo - July 20086 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of wandering moths
and I, the moon
2nd July 2008
one glance away
she is gone
3rd July 2008
in the office
oh, a ring
4th July 2008
twilight - damned electric fence
5th July 2008
6th July 2008
dreaming of scissors
7th July 2008
how many have sheltered
beneath this oak?
8th July 2008
all this rain
and still the grass
9th July 2008
the maintenance crews
10th July 2008
the five second rule
11th July 2008
day off -
staying in bed
until late o'clock
12th July 2008
13th July 2008
she asks, standing
14th July 2008
and still not walking
15th July 2008
the crow inspects
16th July 2008
Dream through mistA light grey apparitionDream through mist1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stole my presence on earth
Beckoning my inspiration
Onto its ethereal arms.
As I am walking through the haze,
Lingering on my lips,
My clothes are removed, one by one
With the gentle care of a lover's hands
For this hazy vision to uncover
My neck and breasts and hips altogether.
Veiled so by a crisp lulling
Accompanied by the echo of ravens
And hidden beginnings
My eyes have the heart to picture novelty
In the shades they dream of
Because this world knows me not,
I am my old self rebirthed
Embraced by a warm nothingness
With dissipating contours and thoughts
That thaw within this cold mist,
A kiss with a promise on my skin.
Amurg de viseAmurg de vise6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Amurg de vise, dimineaţă,
Când poduri de lumini străbat
Întinsul gol dintre pământ şi soare.
Sfârşit-au clipele în care
Nu puteam a măsura cuprinsul.
Sunt prea puţini, îi numeri chiar
pe degete şi te-nfiori;
să simţi hotarele la tâmple
aşa cum simt în zori...
Amurgul meu trist şi amar
Cu vis nemărginit,
Te-amân secunde, zile, ani
Spre somnul infinit.
Apus de veghe, noaptea cade
Când poduri de lumini străbat
Întinsul gol dintre Pleiade
Spre care am urcat.
MenaceMirror mirror on my tower's wallMenace2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why didn't you strangle me
When I started to fall?
Why not pull and twist my hand
Till my wrist becomes a circle so red,
Tear the scabs
Let me bleed lead?
When will I learn
That what I see within you
Reflects who I am?
With wings made of fire
Hot like fever from the sun of summer,
Sharp beak sick of liver
And a heart...
That grow every day,
Pillars of my strength
Soon to transcend
This sleeping realm