Just for youTalk to the girl with the broken smile,Just for you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She will tell you,
She will tell you the truth,
That I love you,
No one more.
I want to be there when you wake up,
I want to be there with you,
I want to hear your breathing,
I know you,
And I know you want it too.
I will be there to catch you,
I will help you stand up,
I will e with you in all moments,
I will be with you,
And I will,
And I will,
And I will love you,
And in any time,
In any moment,
In any second,
In any place.
Just for you.
I am a silenceI am a silence3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a silence, a small disturbance,
a flatness in the field of voices.
Voices rise like weeds and flowers,
rise like chimneys, rise like towers.
And there are voices high as hell
from whom we hear that all is well -
with some exceptions, we should know.
These are the fault of those below.
Weeds and flowers, for shame, for shame.
So much wrong and you to blame.
But I will not curse, I will not bless.
I am a silence, a small disturbance.
Lily Livered, YouLily Livered, You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you heard rumors?
What kind? (They may be true).
Pretty soon someone's tanned,tough hands
Might claim what you put your foot down for
Once on a street trembling with subway rumbles.
So you've been wondering
In a way one wonders if
Anyone ever got toxic shock syndrome from a tampon
Or if anyone ever used oxygen masks that
Are supposed to come tumbling down most airplane ceilings.
Wondering with a detached but compulsive
Curiosity that recently overcast your deep forehead furrows
About what became of a fictive me.
In the midst of my ninth life.
Yes, all that you've heard might be true.
And if you want details
Consider the rapid reproductive capacities
Of packet switching, of restless binaries
I can send you stories and pictures
Faster than you blink those dark, enormous, firepit eyes
In pretend confusion.
© Debjani Chakravarty 2012
mothmoth6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Feeble the din
as dark settled in,
the soften collision
of moths in a tin;
of sounds I could isolate:
the tiniest feet
and the stiff linen flap
of wings to a beat
and the crush of each lung
against heart, against gut,
and the slice of raw tin
in each visceral cut -
but of all of these noises
the most loathsome one
was the silence I suffered
when noises were gone.
A dream in three actsA dream in three acts2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was at the bank. There where a person after me, and another one, before. We where near the closing time and the bank employee was showing something on the computer to this person. But I came to note that what where on that screen wasn't the comun arabic numbers, but text, in modern hebrew characters. I read the title in the flange of that internet page. It read, in english, "Kabbalah". So I took the employer by the flap of the coat and said to him: - Dude, you are not doing what you are supposed to. You will resolve our bank issues, now, before the bank closes. And so it happened. Then, we all left the bank, toghether with the employees, too.
A beautiful girl of my adolescence is talking to my. She is groaned up, with her hair dyed blonde. She is making a critique of my life. I correct it when I wake up.
So I was a nonconformist part of a criminal organization. Anyway, I was too distracted by flirting with the opposite sex to be of some
StrengthStrength:Strength6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive wept a thousand years of tears
When you left my side so long ago
And now Im rebuilding my life
Once again, with my friends at my side
Im picking up the shards of my broken heart
Family and friends help me fit pieces together
With love, hope, happiness and understanding
True honest binding tighter then any super glue
I can now smile honestly with out any pain
Laughter that speaks from the happiness in my soul
Ive climbed out from that abyss of suffering at last
To see the joy in everyone who reached out to me
Trust me on this, I promise with certainty to you
Come back to me and you wont get a second chance
I dont need you to feel like a special person inside
Not anymore, Ive found my strength to be just me
Dear Yes on Prop 8 SupportersDear Yes on 8 supporters,Dear Yes on Prop 8 Supporters6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Hey there. Im going to go out on a limb here that most of you are feeling pretty proud of yourselves right now, patting each other on the back for your near victory of 3%. It must feel good to win huh? God knows I would be proud too if I woke up to find that my vote had such an impact on thousands upon thousands of people. I must say, Id be pretty elated over the defeat of the USs strides for separation of church and state, the victory over the very things our fore fathers fought and died for the things our country was founded on, Yes, I have to say, Id be pretty enthralled with myself for the devastation of an enormous group of people, but Im not.
Im not because I voted no to legal discrimination; no to the idea that a religiously founded belief and opinion should have any say in the legal constitution which rules over other people who may not have the same beliefs. I voted no because I felt there was a greater need f