Cold Light1Cold Light4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Layla, in the kitchen, busies herself by cutting up vegetables that were not meant for any particular meal. It is mid morning and the Whitechapel apartment is flooded with a bronze bath from the brilliant summer sun. An old grandfather clock ticks, tocks, ticks, and tocks in the far corner of the living room where Richard, a man in his late fifties but looking more like he was in his early forties, sits anxiously on the loveseat staring at a blank television screen and bouncing his right leg repetitively. Besides the clock, ticking and tocking, you could hear a pin drop throughout the entire apartment.
Suddenly, Layla stops chopping and Richard takes instant notice.
"What is it, honey?" He asks from the other room. Layla stares blankly out the window above the counter and watches the cars below at the intersection.
STONED MAROONI SIT IN MY NEST OF WOOD CHIPSSTONED MAROON5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I SIFT THROUGH THE ASHES TO FIND MY GOLDEN EGG
I LISTEN TO WOMB WATERS INSIDE
I PLAY THE SACRED HORN WHOSE SOUNDS CREATES THE DREAM TIME
FOR THE SLEEPY SUBURBIA DIFFERENT FOR EVERYBODY
AND CHANGES ME CHAMELEON STYLE INSIDE
SomethingSomethingSomething5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why do I be and let be?
Why do I hurt and let hurt?
Why do I love and let love?
Why do I need and let need?
Why do I want and let want?
Why do I feel and let feel?
Why am I free and let free?
Why do I know and let know?
Why do I hold and let hold?
Why do I kiss and let kiss?
Why do I hug and let hug?
Why do I control and let control?
Why do I cut and let cut?
Why do I sleep and let sleep?
Why do I die and let die?
Why do I live and let live?
I do not know!
I want to know!
I don't want to!
I want to!
I feel and hurt!
I love and feel joy!
I want and need!
I hate and despise!
This makes no sense,
I make no sense!
ContagiousContagious5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Take me out into the darkness of the Contagious streets
Where I could save you
and you could simply save me
I'd never abandon you
so save me forever
and we'd never let go
Even if you were Contagious
I'd be kissing you till you were dead
Never even thinking twice
about the fate of my own life
I'll take you away where
the darkness can't find you
and we'd never get
We'd never fall apart
so never let go of my
and this last kill will never end
So I'd do anything, anything, anything
to hold your hand
I don't care if your sick
I don't care if your Contagious
so they'll never take us alive
The night can be deadly
I'd never let go of you're hand
Written-8/17/10 posted- 8/20/10
-1 Yr Ago--1 year ago--1 Yr Ago-7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He's listening, to the other side of the phone.
She's quiet, and breathing softly. He can tell.
He wants to ask, if anything is wrong, between the small hiccups of sobs he could barely hear but his mind tells him not to so he sits and waits.
She's crying, all by herself. Hugging the pillow tight. She wants to tell him what's wrong, but she only feels her throat tight as her heart feels like a void. She wants to speak, and just let it out.
But neither say a word.
She smiles to try to lighten the mood, "You know, when summer comes around, I'm going to go outside and play in the rain. Like I used to when I was a kid."
He chuckles, "Hmm, yea and walk in with a cold. Real smart."
She laughs, "But who cares when its the rain? It washes away your tears." Then she sits still, and the tears come again.
She is crying-
He hears her, wants to let her know it is all alright. But he can only tighten his grip on the phone and wish he was there.
She sniffles, "I wish you could give
FrightenedShe looked down at her hand, the blood stain smeared across her palm and then back to the girl in front of her. She didn't know what had happened; Aaeru had wanted to explore and possibly find some edible food. Neviril had stayed behind to tend to setting up camp. Too much time had passed and she hadn't seen anything of Aaeru. She'd headed off into the forest then, and came across Aaeru about ten minutes in, face down on the ground. Panic had overtaken her and she'd rushed to the girl's side, rolling her over. She'd gotten the blood on her palm by touching Aaeru's cheek.Frightened5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Neviril pulled Aaeru's head into her lap and brushed the girl's bangs off her forehead. She studied the scene around her. She saw large tree roots sticking up sporadically, hidden by the heavy covering of leaves on the ground. Her eyes then moved along the ground, and spotted a tree stump that stuck up at an angle. Aaeru had been next to it. Now that she looked more closely, she noticed the mark of red against the edge
let's run away.lets get out of town. lets steal the neighbors truck and drive it into the ocean. lets melt along desert highways and freeze on mountain ranges. lets fill our lungs with saltwater and wring out our hearts in sundried wind.let's run away.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
trust me, my bags are already packed. i need to sit in the passenger seat with my feet hanging out the window. i need to hold your hand and let the distance fade our problems like a school-yard-eraser. because in that truck cab, there cant be anything but us. there wont be room for our insecurities or mistakes or flaws or regrets. there will just be us.
and thatll be enough. well stop only to get gas and food when we have to. we wont look at a map because there wont be any way to write directions to happiness, well just have to find that on our own. and if it takes months, then at least well be trying, at least well be moving instead of rusting over, instead of turning black wit
Planes Of ExistanceJust a mere mile past easy.Planes Of Existance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are the few of us.
Living on the cutting edge.
Of the blade we dare to master.
Life in our own hands.
Living like crazy.
Bringing everything that we are.
Everything we're not supposed to be.
Standing still in the whirl wind of life.
Breathing in; breathing out.
No regrets, just a knife.
Not AbuseSome days,Not Abuse8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She just wishes he would hit her;
She just wishes he would beat her;
She just wishes,
He'd abuse her.
As do cuts,
But nothing shows,
Who gives a fuck?
It's not abuse if you don't have a cut.
His WindowIts in this place where the trainsHis Window6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drone over the music as they go by
and theres always a moment of
hesitation, where poise
Her dance was like willing an
eggshell not to break or watching
a bird nourished back to health
He feels like hes saying goodbye
even though shell still lay in his arms, still love him when
shes through, but she seems farther away,
off growing older in a few hours.
She is alone in the dim bright lights
a feather on water,
feeling her way.
From this far, if he
holds his palm up, she
dances on his hand.
Then comes a climax, a whistle, a noise
wasted longing, wasted grace;
this time the poise breaks.
Once, she ran the
entire length of a train that had
no passengers, bare feet brushing from car to car.
She falls, a train goes by.
It seems weaved into the dance,
this breakage, this constant.
A beautiful sacrifice for a human version
of flying, for the most beautiful
moment he would ever lay his eyes on,
like cradling a c
Q.Q.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do you know youre a straight person?
When did you first know you were straight?
Are you sure youre a straight person?
Have you ever had a three-way?
Do you want to have a three-way?
Do you want to have a three-way with me?
Do your parents know youre a straight person?
Does your boyfriend know youre a straight person?
Have you ever kissed a straight person?
If you never kissed a straight person, how do you know youre a straight person?
Why dont you try it out?
You know, youre not really a straight person until youve kissed another straight person, right?
How do you know youre a straight person?
When did you come out as a straight person?
Dont you realize youre not straight, youre just hetero-curious?
Can you believe I always knew you were a heterosexual?
Why do you always hang out at straight bars?
Why dont you understand that youre obsessed with heterosexuality and that Im just not into straig
Fish think tooSometimes I want to paint the scenery. Sometimes I wish my eyes would not burn.Fish think too5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some people have souls buried deep inside them. Some have misplaced theirs altogether.
I think mine is at the bottom of the ocean. I lost it when the cords weakened and I lost my step.
When the sky is blue, the ocean is also very blue. People find it the prettiest then. When the sky is orange, figures are swipes of ink on the horizon, and the ocean turns violet. It looks almost foreboding, like a crowd around a fire... the sun.
I imagine that once the water turns violet, the colorful reef fish hide and the black and navy and violet fish emerge. The undiscovered fish. I seem to be the only person who ponders this, ponders anything for that manner.
The library seems not as much a destination or a comfortable spot but a shortcut to where the people are going, avoiding traffic or whatnot. The desks and conference tables are always left unused save for the one I sit at daily. I've seen the janitor clean the dust
Fill In The BlanksDear _______Fill In The Blanks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before you rip up this letter
Or better yet, burn it to ashes,
Please hear me out.
You never gave me a chance
To truly tell you how I feel
About your decision
And your reasons for leaving.
I said I was okay,
But why couldn't you see
Through my very first lie?
All of my tears,
All my despair,
It was all hidden
Behind that smile.
Oh my sweet _______,
When will you see?
Your mind was made up
That day you left
So I didn't bother to try
And make you stay.
I know you'll be back one day
Crying you're sorry,
And I won't say I told you so.
Don't worry about being ashamed.
After all, you never let me
Have the chance to tell you your mistake.
No, you had already closed the book.
Skipped a few chapters
And the happy ending.
Went straight to the back
Where the preview is
And we're all thinking
"What if this happens?"
But the story's not over, no.
The end has not arrived.
I'm not gonna say, _______,
That it was pathetic,
As long as you realize your sin.
You hurt me so bad.
Dug deep in m
July Haikuthon1.July Haikuthon6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
press fireflies to
dirty ribcage, pulling
night's promise closer.
on lake surface to close eyes
you are a lullaby
i hear your voice
in the whisper
autumn's snowflakes fall,
touched by wind; ground is a blank
canvas to their shades.
mascara prints dawn pillows
found in leaves, hidden
skims the surface;
and children's laughter
wax tricked - becomes puddles.
only for you
a cry, a flash;
sprinkle the street
Dear MomDear Mom,Dear Mom5 years ago in Letters More Like This
[I know this really isn't a letter like I promised, but you should be used to me giving less then I say I will]
I'm going to feel bad, throwing you into the ocean.
I'm going to have to clench my teeth, close my eyes, and grip my hip [because you're there, forever; in jagged scar tissue with upside down mountain capped M's and a blocky O, you're there, forever.] to keep myself from diving in after you and gathering you back together with the finest cheesecloth, molding you back together and filling you with all the beautiful things you've been drained of. I'll jam sea glass in your eye sockets and replace your weak bird bones with coral, I'll fill your lungs with saltwater [because oxygen obviously never worked; I almost miss that respirator keeping me awake at night] and wrap you with seaweed to hold you together again.
And I'll let you speak by jamming the truths to all my lies I've told you down your throat. I will whispersobconfess all my dirty deeds. I will tell yo
Thought Process[phone operator] San Diego Psychiatric Health Alliance, Judy speaking...Thought Process7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I dont really know what all to say and Im sure none of this is probably going to make any sense but ah, a friend of mine just passed away earlier today and I dont exactly understand how I feel. I mean, we all thought he was getting better then all of a sudden he was pulled away from all of us. At times I wonder if it was an angel that took him home from above because the feeling that week was surely warm but ah, everything around me now feels so lost and incomplete. Maybe its me. Maybe Ive lost all sense of reality.
It's the question of why
eskimo movies at the...oh, I see.eskimo movies at the...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wants a steady hand, and smooth script
stretching towards infinity.
she wants those wanton words
wrapped in needless syllables.
she wants what she wants. what she wants
is not this.
not my short & stumbling text; one word
tumbling towards the next. not these
scribbled, sloppy secrets; chopped up
and half-confessed. she'd much rather view
a ten-cent vocabulary flexed...
but I digress.
mostly, it talks about me.
sometimes, it says "hey!
we're doing new & exciting things
sometimes, it just
and screams -
'til someone comes
(busted & beautiful)
it exclaims & explains.
When You're a ChildIf you could hearWhen You're a Child6 years ago in Other More Like This
The words that you are spitting
You would be scared too
Because when someone
Is screaming in
There is no place
To hide, or run to
You just have to
Take it in
And remember not
To cry until later
Because when you're a
There is no escape from
What scares you most
sick of being sick and tiredi'm donesick of being sick and tired6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all through the
making my arms
i just got back from the butcher's
for all i've done
wrong and that
which i haven't done at all
this is my confession
be mistaken as a prayer
this is a dream
anything i consider fair
The Hard Work of PoetryPoets are constantly crippled, creatively. It's the way it works. You write a line and, just now, right now, it seems like it's the best line in the world to date. It's a shiny, beautiful line, a thought, an image so remarkably profound that you are in awe of yourself, or (if you are a seasoned poet) in awe of that angelic being which sits on high in your mind and occasionally drops little scraps of poetic manna into your head. Now, you only need to write a poem around it.The Hard Work of Poetry5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Because the poem takes over, sprouts a million legs and scurries in directions you had no real intention of it going and now the Wondrous Line of Glory and Poetic Win doesn't fit. You have to either change it or take it out and save it for another poem. Or make it a haiku-like short poem on its own, so all those other words don't assault it again. If you're an experienced poet, you'll probably just store it in a .txt file or on a post-it note somewhere and lament it until you're old and nothing matte
Something GreatThere is this place. You travel two kilometers outside of here, the road falls away, and I find it difficult stepping upon the broken path. Cars will watch you here. Lights run from you. Its dark. The boy at the gas-pump will wave and lock the door and his boy blue shark will take him home and I stay.Something Great6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see it and watch it away from people.
And I cannot say. Its being hospitalized.
It is like no sound wants to touch me, as I am alone. Sound does not wish to be alone with me. So Im ignored. But how often have I really been this way? Probably longer than has been given credit for. And every night this reminds me. The beautiful emptiness. That I really was meant for dead.
Its like being in bed.
Like being ill.
But not like when I was dying.
More like when the power flickered out.
Dying was too strong. I choked and it hurt.
But this is soft and maybe pleasurable. It is quiet and peace. Until I see this field at night. And as the boy waves me farewell suddenly it