Paper Crane WishI didn't know what to get you,Paper Crane Wish6 years ago in Other More Like This
to help you get better.
So I made you this.
It's a wishing crane.
We'll write your wish on it's wings.
And tie it to a balloon.
You and I, we'll drop it out
of your hospital window.
Up it will fly,
Into the stars.
Letting your dreams take wing.
I wish you'll be happy when I'm gone.
I'll never know what you wrote.
You never told me
How special I was.
How much it meant
That I visited.
That I cared enough
To be there for you.
To make you happy with jokes and stories.
But now you're gone.
I sit alone,
Letting the cool breeze fill my mind.
In through the window,
A paper crane lands on my lap.
Scrawled across it's wings,
In a handwriting I know better than my own,
I'll be waiting for you.
Live life for both of us.
Wiping the tears away from my eyes,
I put the crane next to my bed.
With the pictures of you and me.
I look out the window, into the sky.
What IfIf I'd never said I love youWhat If7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Would I be where I am today
Would I be standing all alone
On the shores of some cold bay
If I'd never kissed your lips
Would mine ever feel as warm
Would they ever feel at home
Where they might not feel the norm
If I'd never seen your pretty eyes
Would mine seem dark and gray
Would they ever be bright and blue
Never seeing my dismay
If I'd never held your hand
Would I clench my fist so tight
Would I hold the thoughts inside it
I really think I might
If I had never met you
I may not be as good or bad
But since I have I simply say
... At least I knew of what I had
loneliness.i. can you hear me talking?loneliness.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can you hear me
screaming, in this
silence thats pounding inside my
head, pulsing inside my
blood and weakening me,
slowly? can you hear me?
ii. being around you
only makes the loneliness worse
when you leave.
iii. calm down,
they tell me.
just calm down.
just take a deep breath.
except i dont really
want to breathe
iv. make it go away.
please. just make it go
stoner schoolLoad another, lets get highstoner school8 years ago in Other More Like This
get fucked up, i wanna fly
killing brain cells, left and right
i love to blaze, its fuckin tight
reach the peak, its the best
we`re not done, on with the fest
keep going, until you crash
load one more, its just ash
take a hit, straight to the head
hold it in, as your eyes get red
getting hungry, search for food
everyones high, so no ones rude
after hours, all is burned
now, tell me all that you have learned..
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDECELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE - An Older Gay Man's Perspective
Straight people keep asking, "Why do 'you' people need GAY PRIDE when there is no need for STRAIGHT PRIDE?" This is my answer:
Straight people do not need to be proud of being straight, because they do not need to overcome and survive vilification, hatred, bigotry, discrimination and suppression, for being straight. Sexual Minorities deserve great pride and respect for overcoming all of that, and more.I call this a "Celebration of Gay Pride" because it is a celebration of my journey to self-acceptance and pride-of-self. I was 13, an Altar Boy wanting to be a Priest, when our priest told us boys, "Boys who are physically attracted to other boys are an abomination in the eyes of God, doomed to burn for an eternity in the everlasting fires of Gahanna." I could not understand it. I was simple, autistic, and I lived to be a good boy. I had not done anything to make these feelings for boys happen. God must
Poison Apple Ch IPoison ApplePoison Apple Ch I8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Act One: Fairietayle
Light Yagami was anything but an insomniac it was not a label he would ever have applied to himself, because not only was he incapable of staying up all day and all night (mostly due to his life-long routine of getting a good amount of sleep so that his prestigious studies didnt suffer), he also had no desire to.
He was not, however, a heavy sleeper; he awoke easily at even the slightest noise or movement.
And so, mathematically, being chained to a real insomniac who stayed up glued to a laptop all night and then attempting to work out some kind of sleeping arrangement with him was a terrible combination that, ultimately, was doomed to failure right from the ambitious start of the chain-linked surveillance.
Light had a lot of respect for L; but at night, when L really hit his deductive stride, there was no other way of putting it:
The insomniac detective was a goddamn nuisance.
The sharp metallic clinking of the chain awoke L
My allotment"For a man is destined to but once to live and allotted to each one time to die. This is the way it has been and will always be."My allotment5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, I can't really explain how it all happened or even why, so you'll get no help that way. What I can do is tell you what happened and maybe you can help me with the rest.
I was born the same as everyone else, went to school in Bozeman hated it just like everyone else grew up, got a girlfriend, got a job nearby; you know, I was a normal person. I got married and had two kids. I never moved out of the area. When my eldest was just three, war broke out. The entirety of Western Africa decided that it would be a good idea to invade Europe. With the sheer force of their numbers, it only took a few days. They greedily set their eyes on the rest of the world and, joined by certain expansionist nations in Asia, they opened the tides of battle.
Being a patriotic man, as far as you can b
ill have you know im scaredi lied, i lied, a thousand times i lied.ill have you know im scared6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i don't know who this story is about. i don't know if it's an 'i,' 'you,' 'he,' or 'she' story. i'll probably pick three and rotate them. because when you think about it, doesn't it happen to us all?
i was found dead on the road. i hear i was contorted and bloody, only the blood wasn't my own, and i died simply because i was afraid. i always thought that was so fucking ironic- i was fucking scared to death.
and every time she's walking down the street, the girl who might've been me, the girl whose blood i was found in though she's also dead, i cringe. because she hears people crowing about amusement parks and how the upside-down roller coaster scared them to death, and she thinks of me. she's dead, but she still thinks of me. somehow, i feel loved.
he said he was a policeman. really, he was a rapist. he, you, i. it doesn't matter, everyone is a rapist. everyone thinks they want sex, but nobody does. it's too personal. it's not forever
Music of soulTheir words mean nothingMusic of soul7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just clanging sounds
overdose of emptiness
hollow echoes of
you don't need to say
all you need to do
music of your soul
is music of my soul
silence is music
heart beats evidence
there's no distance
I feel you
like no one else
feel the music
no one else
could find the sound
they have different mind
music of my heart
is music for you
repo manman reaps what he hasrepo man7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sown whether its childrens smiles
or stolen kidneys
XD TributeEx-dee, ex-dee, how we utilize thee.XD Tribute7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When a line needs punctuation, you never flee.
You grace a phrase with a presence so clear,
Bestowing eloquence upon one's ear.
From the slightest giggle to the pinnacle of mirth,
Thy two fine characters give words a rebirth.
A renaissance of regalement for all to see,
We praise and call upon the virtue of thee.
Picture Perfect Chapter 1"Tiffany! TIFFANY!!!" I looked up.Picture Perfect Chapter 17 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"What?!" I hissed at Liz, glancing around to make sure Mr. Matte was still pre-occupied helping a girl load film. We were supposed to be reading over our next assignment.
"Look!" she giggled, as i spun my wheeled-computer chair around, chairs which I LOVE by the way, and my heart stopped. It was HIM! Mr. Andrew Fiskes was walking in! What was he doing here? He must have...dare I think the word... transfered? Was he now in my class? My heart raced as he handed a small slip of white paper to Mr. Matte, who in turn motioned for him to take a seat. Andrew turned, and did something I never expected. His eyes met mine. I froze, mesmerized by the rich, dreamy brown. Andrew's lips parted into a smile that spent my head spinning. Dizzily, I ripped my eyes away, and spun my chair, trying to act cool. I failed...and fell. I could hear laughing, as my cheeks flared hot. I groped blindly for my chair, and felt a hand grab my wrist. Liz, I was
Subtle DifferencesIve known you for years.Subtle Differences8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You say were soul mates, you and I. You say that were spirit twins. Is that really true?
Youre a sweet little thing. Thin and petite. You have mysterious black eyes that prevent others from reading your soul. Your long brown hair fall in curls around your pale skin, hiding the expression you want to hide. Your fingers are thin, light, delicate. They flutter all over the place, as if unsure of where to land. I know that feeling, I sympathize with those fingers. Your wrists are weak. They werent meant to be brutal. You cant throw a punch to save your life. You were meant to draw beautiful things, conveying thoughts into colors, and shaping ideas into elegant lines. Your nose is narrow, and slightly upturned. Its cunning, proud. You stick your cute little nose in the air and strut around like a queen as your eyes dance with amusement.
Me? Im the taller, lankier girl who hovers awkwardly in the background. My brown ey
...As Much As I Love HerI long to touch her skin...As Much As I Love Her6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And hold her in my arms again
I want to kiss her lips
As we press together hips
I need to see her sight
Even in the darkest night
I love to love her
And I'll never love another
...As much as I love her
WingsBy four in the morning, City Airport was beginning to resemble a refugee camp. The would-be travellers had long ago run out of fuel for their anger and accusations, and now only a noise like a distant waterfall filled the skeleton rafters - the sound of hundreds of people breathing softly in sleep. They lay bundled in coats, huddled against soft cases, and draped over airport furniture. Some still had pouts and scowls etched into the lines of their face, but most slept placidly - like worn out dogs or the sort of babies that only exist in TV adverts - dreaming of postcard beaches and over-decorated cocktails.Wings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing in the way of such dreams was a monstrous screen. Six metres of glossy black from corner to corner, it hung like an axe over the heads of the sleepers. On its laughing face were rows of yellow lettering, each finishing with the same gleeful word. As the plastic clock hands on the far wall moved to ten-past four, a chime sounded from the lofty public address system, and a
gay AmericanI am gay. I am an American. I contributed to President Obama's campaign, I get emails from him everyday, telling me what he is doing, how he is changing the world. How much better things are going to be for us all. But he never mentions me, or the millions like me.gay American5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I read in the morning paper that a man's property taxes went up from $1700 per year to over $10,000 a year. Just because his partner of 37 years passed away. Because they did not share the same rights that straight people enjoy. He is something less than an American. He is a gay American. Not even capitalized. Something to be loathed, laughed at, put down, beat up, picked on, killed. Something to be ignored. I read where a young boy committed suicide because his faith told him he was wicked. I read how another young man was beaten to death because he was different.
I have news for you, I
the future is for gypsieswe are all twenty three point five degrees shythe future is for gypsies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of even, a people off-kilter and invariably prodigal, timid
as our buffalo. you have a hometown, i say out loud
while driving in it, and you murmur something about murder,
the dusky war over your head. you say those birds don't
even know about the obliquity of the ecliptic, and here
they are, trying to change it with all their weight in the sky.
twenty three point five, you repeat, your mouth around it
gingerly as a psalm, as a lioness with cubs, and we keep driving.
there are sights: a stripped-wire cherry tree, its fragile arms tipped
with ravens, their children unstrung and clinging to
the window screen. people here grow thin and taut as their
nerves, hysterical with sedentary fear. we've stayed too long,
grown roots, become as player pianos too comfortable in
our tilt. twenty three point five makes echoes in the canyon
of your mouth, awake with heavy birds, bloody with desire
for symmetry. we pass our house and we keep driving.
StrainSpines are snapping,Strain7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
necks are splitting,
eyes turning into a broken
web of popping arteries.
Hands are becoming raw with use,
joints are crumbling with abuse,
nerves are pumping into overdrive,
chemicals surging inside
like venom on fresh ruby veins.
Teeth are gnashing,
minds are thrashing,
lips torn to the tissue
in a bloated swell of anxiety.
A splurge of pre-produced dread
eating flesh from the inside out.
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so wonderfully flawed and couldnt only a girl create such emotions and make things so delicate? Our trivial emotions like jealousy and rage, curiosity and adrenaline, they all had such a feminine edge, you said.
You threw in a compliment about me somewhere in there and I nodded and bit my bottom lip because God suddenly seemed very, very real.
You asked me something vaguely romantic and it hit m
We were too etherealWe were too ethereal7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were an illusion
Or perhaps the illusion was I
We certainly cannot both be true
At the same time
It must have been fate
Or else a mistake
I have never been able to recognize
I saw you and nothing else
You saw me and saw nothing
And then I saw more
And you saw less
The illusion walked away
I think we both chased it for a moment
But we were too ethereal
And we both got away
And as I thought of you
I lost you bit by bit
As if your smile in my mind
Was stolen from my heart
He Loved Me OnceHe loved me once,He Loved Me Once7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He loved me twice.
He loved me never more than thrice;
He loved me once with passion
He loved me twice with pain
He loved my thrice when kissing,
Singing in the rain.
He loathed me once,
He loathed me twice.
He loathed me never under thrice;
He loathed me once with his eyes
He loathed me twice with his good-byes
He loathed me thrice with goodwill,
He loved me thrice,
but loathes me still.
Mother Natures MuseRustMother Natures Muse7 years ago in Open More Like This
Oh how I love a mossed rock or old rusted horseshoe
I have always loved decay
It is natures art left there for folks like me
Many say they bring to mind
The things that times forgotten
But I see it the other way
For every visit to a favorite piece
Brings a new work of art
Mother Nature does not forget
The things that we have discarded
She incorporates them into her muse
And works on them constantly
We should look at ourselves the same way
Every wrinkle that appears on our face
Is another brushstroke on
The canvas of our soul
Organ MarketYou were the oneOrgan Market7 years ago in Other More Like This
with the bent barbed-wire grin
that sent a hot flicker through my head
but not one that smiled of hope and hormones,
One that whispered of mental spirals
and rotting thoughts.
You were the one
that left me with
an iron jaw.
You were the one
with the eyes that shifted between