__. I'm sorry__. I'm sorry9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By Tony Tran
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when it was your 5th Birthday. I wasn't able to see the happiness striking across your face, the anticipation running through your veins at the point of opening your presents. The blissful joy of all your friends and family around you as they sang happy birthday, that day was a memory I never had the chance to remember.
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you had your first day at school. It was like a new world for you filled with friendship, independence and above all, fun. I'll always regret not being there to pick you up after school and having you run into my arms at
Daddy's bellyDaddy's large belly protruded past the rest of us,Daddy's belly9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it gurgled
if it sensed the presence of an
In N' Out Burger close by.
It would shake a little
when he laughed.
It would rise and fall
when he slept.
It would demand much room,
when he drove mother's car.
It came to be that I was convinced
his heart was in that belly,
that it was big simply because
he needed more space.
His Death Certificate reads
H e a r t A t t a c k -
and a small part of me still wonders
why didn't his belly collapse?
Why couldn't his stomach
have attacked him instead?
Not his loving heart -
not his love that everyone envied, adm
The Complete JourneyThe Complete Journey.The Complete Journey11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drifting, drifting.. gone.
Sinking, slowly sinking down.
I wake, I am standing in a forrest, some sorry people are in the branches of the trees above me.
Where am I?
I walk on, come to a gate, a gate of black marble, with blood stained writing.
The writing is old, decayed, and over read.
I can't make it out.
Walking on I find a boat, guided by a lone soul.
I caugh and a coin comes out of my mouth.
The coin has a face, with horns on it, glimmers like blood in the moonlight.
The thought crosses my mind for a minute "Where Am I?", then is blown away like a seed in the wind.
The river man seems to be gesturing to
Mental MountainsWhen Im with you, you make me happy, you make my day.Mental Mountains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it feels like were not together, and youre so far, far away.
And all I wanna do,
Is just get to you.
But all these mental mountains keep me from doing so.
Mountains that I need to conquer, mountains that I need to cross,
Because if I dont get to be with you, Ill be lost.
The first is the one which I make high, or keep low,
It is called Mt. Expectations;
It is the one that helps me with the choice: stay or go?
This one is based on if I think its gonna work or not,
If I want to risk everything that weve got.
The next is the one with
Journal of the RemnantIf I knew how this would all turn out, well, I still would have taken this path. It's not worth it, you know. The one closer to me was easier to reach. The other was farther away, but on the end, there was a shining gold that looked like all I ever wanted. It was all I ever needed, and I stared as you waited on the end of the other trail. I didn't take it, though; I couldn't be troubled. I went down the closer path and I tripped and I fell and couldn't get back up, and still I lay on the floor, just looking at the shining gold light on the edge of the other trail that has evaded me ever since. If I could redo one thing in my entire lifetime,Journal of the Remnant3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
something is or something aintlike a russian roulette duet,something is or something aint6 years ago in Other More Like This
i prefer my own company anyway
like a queenless king
i'm only as good as my worst day
a subtle build up or dramatic let down
if i play my cards right, you won't
you won't make it home tonight
we both know i have a horrible pokerface,
and a moment of silence is much too long
my american dreama walking mess, we must confessmy american dream6 years ago in Other More Like This
room smells of no sex and I am a beached whale
declining in a sea of 400 count sheets, no shit, just sleep
pillows swell with dead weight, no wait
gray matter, take me home
my american dream rapes, lies and drinks too much
my american dream is no different than yours
gray matter, pass me a bottle or a bullet
america, you cunt
SmileSmile3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was there right beside him, her face shining in complete joy her hand grasping his, running through a white field. There was no sun, trees, grass, or sky. Only Lightning and Hope were present, running together through a dense expanse of light. Her skin was matte with its porcelain features; meanwhile no sweat was there to moisten her pores. Hope's face was similar, only his eye's pigments were more vibrant, more exuberant; his lips widened to his open smile and laughter as the two paced through the nothingness. And suddenly, a blood curdling scream rang in his ears.
His field of vision panned to Lightning as the void's
The TrollThe Troll9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The troll rears its ugly head,
Drool slips from his tainted lips,
His tattered shirt, painted deep red,
Skulls dangling from his hips...
Deep green runs his blood,
Oily black hair,
Pupils brown, cloudly as mud,
Skeletons strewn about his lair...
All fear his daunting walk,
He trembles the Earth with his stone feet,
All are silenced at his viciferous talk,
None of the townspeople wish to meet...
I stand in front and behold,
Some call it blatant stupidity,
I call it being openly bold,
I fight for salvation and continuity...
I stand, clad in blinding armor,
Fearing no man... no monster,
Now a knight, but once a mere farmer,
Chapter 4:The Story ContinuesChapter 4:The Story Continues8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Whats gone with that boy, I wonder? You NED!
The old woman pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she pulled them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy, or young man for that matter; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and they were built for style, not serviceshe could have seen through a pair of stove lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the street to here:
without a goodbyethis is the last time.without a goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just empty space and time passing
I am at the other end of the room,
and you have opened all the windows
and doors to let yourself out.
Take meTake me8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take me to the darkest place in the sky
A place where I'm not afraid to die
Where no one can see us, take me far
We will be shining just like another star
Just take me...
Skewed GoodnessSkewed Goodness10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Infected by invalid praising
While capturing the stench of barbarians
Drinking the black blood of the good
"Pay me and you will receive Christ"
The wrong doing of the white
The corruption of the good
The endless maze to heaven
For the ones that tried
Crucify all the rich to end the stench
Endless falling, no way out
The loop worms are covering the cross
Invite to another to baptize and so to be blinded
The scripts of the book bring false hope
Killing all those who walk to forgive my heart
Submitting only to the true evil deep in my soul
To only wonder if that place is true in the skies
Confessing all the good in me for it does
A FeastWhen I was a child my grandfather took me hunting in the wild forest near our village.A Feast10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
We didn't catch anything all day, only found a rotten deer that we couldn't salvage. It was getting dark and our feet hurt so we finally set up camp near a small river. We didn't have anything to eat, our supplies were over from the day before, but we felt good enough from the walk and the air was fresh and moist and filled with the smell of the forest after the rain and some gorgeous flower to which I forgot the name.
We just sat down by the fire, among fireflies and crickets. We felt happy and laughed at our grumbling bellies.
The sky was clear and my
La pensee de toiMes pensées longilignes forment des barreaux d'acier. Une cage qui m'enserre la tête.La pensee de toi9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Je te hurle dans mes cauchemars. Je te vois transparent collé à mon corps. Et pourtant, je te corresponds à sens unique.
Le téléphone est suspendu dans ma peur de l'autre. La tonalité bourdonne et me pique à l'oreille.
Mais à qui?
Mon cerveau est un champ de mines. À chaque souvenir je menace d'éclater. Je suis anti-personnel.
Tu ne m'ouvriras plus pour me garnir de toi.
Tu prends ton café noir. Tu aimes les films d'horreur. Tu vois Bianca à 13h chaque jour. Tu es ca
Le ManqueIl m'arrive de croire que ma peau est un murLe Manque11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fait de pierre grossière et de dentelles fines.
Cependant, il me reste une question badine :
Quel est donc ce trou béant au sein de ma carrure ?
Voilà mille millénaires que je perdure
Pour mille lieux scruter de ma veste à la Chine !
On ne me donne point de brique pour l'échine !
"Quoi ? Brique ! Petite ingénue, en êtes-vous sûre ?"
Quoique les trésors du monde je vois, je marche.
La main contre le ventre, il me faut du graphite...
Car j'ai le vide en moi dans lequel je m'effrite.
Quoique la sagesse parfois je croise, je marche.
Reve de piratesNous cherchions, un groupe d'environ dix personnes et moi, à franchir une large mer secouée de vagues. Nous y parvînmes, je ne sais comment, peut-être par bateau. Nous mîmes pieds à terre sur une petite ile embrumée. Il y avait un peu de tension lors de notre arrivée, mais celle-ci disparue lorsque, ne voyant personne, les gens se mirent a leur aise. Cependant, nous découvrîmes, (peut-être quelqu'un avait-il trébuché et mis à jour la chose) que quelque chose vivait dans le sol de cette île. En soulevant des pans de terre croutée nous aperçûmes une peauReve de pirates1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This