Paper Crane WishI didn't know what to get you,Paper Crane Wish5 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 If6 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
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
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 allotment4 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
Subtle DifferencesIve known you for years.Subtle Differences7 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
repo manman reaps what he hasrepo man6 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 Tribute6 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.
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.
memory jarlike liquidmemory jar6 years ago in Open More Like This
in a glass,
around ice cubes
ill have you know im scaredi lied, i lied, a thousand times i lied.ill have you know im scared5 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
...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
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.
StrainSpines are snapping,Strain6 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.
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..
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
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
CascadeMild moonlight glistensCascade6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on their ripping leather muscles,
decorated by adrenaline-filled bruises
in every hue of blue and purple,
a cascade of bloodstained sapphires and amethysts
down snowy spines.
Slurping the same air,
craving gem-spattered skin,
collapsing within creased bones,
tasting the delicious discomfort,
they kiss the insides
of each-others minds,
a pair of thirsty violet lips
breathing within a cold crystal skull.
Navy VeinsMy battered handsNavy Veins6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
intertwine with yours,
cold with the beat of life
lingering beneath your navy veins.
A quenched pulse thirsting only
for the rhythm of another
causes sweet oxygen
to manifest in my heart.
The dominating senses of my brain
have lost control,
only a surge of screaming joy
saturating my mind.
The smile of your
voice breathing eerily
leaves a singeing whisper
down my ivory spine.
A slash of dull light stains my eyes.
I'm awake from a serene trance,
snapping under the weight of the hazy dark.
But I only grip biting air.
Organ MarketYou were the oneOrgan Market6 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
NeitherThis happiness can never lastNeither7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Said the pessimist in spite
But the optimistic part of me
Said "It must be right"
Neither of the two prevail
They can't be reconciled
So I choose neither attitude
And love in my own style