Le TrainLe Train3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deux peaux enlacées qui s'étirent
Dans un cur à cur alangui,
Trésors dérobés d'une nuit
Sous la parenthèse d'un soupir,
Léger comme une soie sauvage
Dévoilant l'ambre d'un sillage.
Et dans l'aube qui se sépare,
Un train s'avance vers une gare...
© Deedrane 2010
Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.Kiss From A Rose3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
UntiltedListen close,Untilted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear it?
That faint sound,
Of shattering glass.
It's breaking apart,
It might just be my heart.
Get the tape,
Grab the glue.
We can fix this,
Maybe, just maybe.
Take a deep breathe,
Get it under control.
It's not the end,
Get it together.
The dawn is coming,
A new day is here.
Hold your breathe,
And take a flying leap.
The StarsThe world keeps spinningThe Stars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and people keep on moving.
The deceitful keep on winning
and the innocent are losing.
But the stars sing for us...
baby the stars sing for us...
Day and night alternate
while the seasons change endlessly.
Fragile babies meet their fate
and even the strongest can't see.
But the stars cry for us...
baby the stars cry for us...
The heat burns to cold
and the fire will extinguish tears.
Of all the stories we're told,
we still hold on to silly fears.
But the stars smile on us...
baby the stars smile on us...
All the empty dreams
and the late phone calls.
The times we choke back tears
and when the weak still seem to fall.
We all need someone
to wrap up our skinned knees
and kiss our bruises more than once.
Someone to teach us how to breathe.
And since you're far away
the stars will hold us...
baby the stars will hold us...
SearchingAlone in the darknessSearching3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In front of a mirror
With nothing but silence
Searching for love
Sometimes it is like a candle
You light it,
But it can be blown out
Sometimes it is like a death
When it eventually passes away
Sitting there alone
Searching for love
The SandwichMy sandwich is getting cold. It lies halfway to my mouth, dangling there between my hands as I stare at someone over the toasted white bread. It doesnt matter that its toasted, its soggy now with soaking up the mustard and peanut butter. Dont ask why I have a toasted mustard and peanut butter sandwich, I dont even like peanut butter. Ive thought for the past five minutes to just get up and give it to the man across from me, who sits on a bench staring at my sandwich.The Sandwich6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His clothes are all brown with compacted dirt and mud; his dog, too. Perhaps they can share the sandwich. If I had been sitting with a friend, wed make a bet to see if hed share it or just eat it by himself. But if I had been sitting with a friend, had I any, Im sure I wouldnt be staring at a homeless man, or eating a mustard and peanut butter sandwich to begin with.
I begin to wonder what hed think
Out of ControlIt's 6:46 and thirty-one seconds when the doorbell rings. My mom runs to answer it.Out of Control7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi, Michelle!" I hear my mom call. It's my sister. She left her college friends to have dinner with us tonight.
I have four minutes before I can go out and greet her. I can only walk through doors when the number of minutes is divisible by five. 6:46 and fifty-nine seconds. Not happening.
It's the killer of what could be an okay life. I'm late for class all the time when I'm at school. A teacher will let me out at 1:50 exactly. I walk through the hallways in a straight line, starting with my right foot, ending with my left. I reach the door, but it's too late: 1:56. I lurk outside for four minutes before I can walk in. Late again.
Or I'll have a doctor's appointment. Do you have any idea of how many doors there are in a doctor's office? It takes me tw
HollowIn the darkening twilight, I often find myself... lost. Memory disintegrates, personality withers, and the touch of plastic feels strange on my skin. The dark sucks in my soul, reels it in like a drifting trout, and hangs it up to dry next to hundreds of others like it. We dry, slowly, blowing in the false breeze, absorbing the taste of smoke and salt. How long we hang, I don't know. But, when I'm abruptly cut down and thrown back into the water, the sensation is like a gasp. Moisture soaks into my skin, and I'm within myself again, though shrunken and empty from the change.Hollow4 years ago in Horror More Like This
We are not human. Oh, yes, on the outside we appear so. But look at us sideways, and there's a glimmer, a sheen that's not natural. It clings to our skin, as if we've been left so long in the cold that the essence touches us still, revealing us as "different". It's a mark of pride, a mark of shame, yet we wear it with a diffidence that would make a movie star burn with envy. Each step, each touch, comes away cold &
Heart's SongSing me your heart's song,Heart's Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each syllable spilling your
blood, your viscous and loving blood.
Sing me your heart's song
to tell me how love works
and where we got it wrong.
Reach out with bleeding emotion;
each thrilling spill, each
cut deep from your
the world's smallest ocean.
Render words useless,
pierced by putrid fluids;
a fruitless, mad song spewing
as I weep for a meaningless scene
drawn from your heart's juices.
Sing me your heart's song
to tell me I'm not dreaming,
and I'll song along
with my own blood streaming;
our faces grown pale, our struggles to no avail,
all to see where we got it wrong.
ThiefLies, he told me as I sipped a tart, Apple Burst tea. Apple Burst, they called it, and I thought it appropriate.Thief5 years ago in Erotic More Like This
His hand slipped.
It Burst to the floor, abandoning the liquid in Apple-blood flames.
I wont tolerate all of this flavor, he claimed, a slender, coarse finger circling the rim. My hand remained still, in a death grip, to an invisible frame.
I reached out for him, an apologetic reply hanging on my tongue.
No, he turned to me, his hand grazing my throat, veins swelling from his skin. You were never sorry, he griped, thrashing out a menacing look.
My heart hung from a wire.
And he was weaving it through.
I swallowed halfway. Halfway, it was, like he held a notch in my throat; this light-switch life, at his leisure to disengage.
Hurt? Sarcastic pity glossed over his eyes. I looked at him, my night in shining armor, once strong enough to hold his own sword. What weighed on him now? The poison resentment, serve
A PageA paper-cut can't kill, but that doesn'tA Page5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stop me from trying.
A scratch or two makes me feel alive,
but that doesn't stop me from dying.
Submerged in this urgency,
words of blurred emergency
bleed with hidden rage.
On this empty piece of paper,
these corrosive throes caper
to the anger on the page.
A paper-cut can't make it right,
a fallen star won't burn
for however small or however bright,
each light in the sky will burn 'till it's gone.
A paper cuts like a razor,
a page cuts deep like a hollow song.
On this empty piece
I'll bleed sweet release
to rewrite my life
and right my wrongs.
Snapping Your StrawbonesThe incessant clobbering against mirror-lined ribs,Snapping Your Strawbones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glazes over the sound of her sighs;
he becomes wedged between her glassy collar bone,
fingers tearing into dissipative skin.
Her collarbone is an exhibit to him,
his fingers tracing patterns over it;
he is tearing out her soul.
Then the pain begins.
She is baffled by why she enjoys this.
Grating murmurs strangle her ears
as he discreetly takes each column of her coiled spine.
Serpentine words dangle from his jackal lips:
"I'm only snapping your strawbones, my dearest."
"Those lips could tell a thousand lies,"
She whispers under his ruffled hair.
"You truly wouldn't treat anyone else like this."
She never wants this to end.
Eyes of origami canter across splintered lips
while their foul mouths create a train wreck of saliva.
His artificial admiration weights each syllable,
as she begs, "Just once more."
the dish didn't run awayi think, if i had to choose between porcelain eyes and plastic teeth, i'd curl up in the silverware drawer and listen to the sound of the dishwasher screaming. i'd try to pay attention to what the forks were picking apart, or what the spoons were dishing out, or what the knives were viciously ripping apart, and i'd try to see if any of their petty rumors and shit-talking were about me and my fragile state.the dish didn't run away5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i'd listen to see if the plates in the cupboard were talking about the bedside lamp upstairs, or if the chandelier in the dining room was talking about the fish swimming lethargically in the bowl on the counter, and how the orange one had gotten so fat, and the white one looked like it needed to eat a fucking sandwich, you could see her ribs. i'd try not to think about my bony hips against yours.
i'd hear the pillows on the couch in the living room talking about how the front door is having an affair with the window, even though the window is supposed to be dating the dishwasher. wou
HorrorTheres a weeping pickpocketHorror5 years ago in Other More Like This
Rocking out to scorching tunes
See-through swooning these blue moons
Tucked inside this tricky locket
Theres a reason this dove cries
This heart folds
This love lies
Meet me, crave me, tantalize
Swept along a ringing mile
Its no light, its just a guile
Its not guile its just a rune
Break it, feed it, leave me room
Lets escape, lets escape
Quick! refurnish, paint, create
Stopping time in all its poses
Scream, its all these raw-plucked roses
Raw-plucked roses, worn out tools
Scraped across the ground of souls
Ground of souls, revengeful tries
What happens through tempered skies?
Tap-Dancing on a Land MineTap-Dancing on a Land Mine5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In my beginning is my end.
Time crawls on without a care.
One midnight left, one last year's breath;
I hear something ascend the stair.
Lively strains of light,
flickering silently, perceived solely
twist away from the glow, perpetually
settling into cold
Shall I swear upon despair?
While I sit, transfixed by
this light and its unusual air.
Is it He who comes with the
As I wait, I hear a voice
from beyond that
Is it He who calls
Yellow veins of light,
lovely dancers in the night.
The shadows fail
to hold them close, perpetually
fading into the
dark corners of the evening.
Does it not seem unfair?
While I sit, transfixed,
fearful to look but beckoned to stare.
To hear the grains of
As I wait, all alone,
my lungs run dry,
no breath to spare.
Is it He who
I heard something ascend the stair.
One midnight passed, no more to lend.
Time crawled on without a care
MonsterDark shadeMonster5 years ago in Other More Like This
Stalks at trail through thoughts
Jealous fury shaking my world
An ever-snared surrender
This menacing smile
Wont fool you for long
Stillness evades my soul
I have been courted
By the damned
Lost in the deepening blade
Caught amongst ringlets
Disengage on such theories of pure
I have no soul
My heart rivets and reflects,
Sonnet IXOld crumpled photographs cover the floor,Sonnet IX5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Serving as portals into our aged minds,
Glimpses of love, pain, and a heart which tore,
A heart still shattered to bits, one that pines.
Our cold, icy forced breaths fog glass windows,
As your dry lips struggle to meet my own,
Finally making ends meet, my heart froze,
Your kiss fills in the pieces, a heart sewn.
You once promised me the world would be mine,
In hopes it was enough to keep me here,
With you in my arms we will be just fine,
You are my world, left with nothing to fear.
As our bodies grow warm, the night goes by,
Take my hand, stare with me into the sky.
The burn.Burn for the end and burn for the restThe burn.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Single in it's solace, well lit in the mist
The burn of the candle in wax that had fell
Serenely in motion to land on his chest.
So she reads songs on sheets; Bleeds words with her ink,
Thinks twice of her life and the truth it keeps.
All the pain of a happy smile
So childish and warming and finally real.
All of he minds of the free and frail
Supposedly hidden, suprisingly jailed.
Silent in guilt imposed from the sides
Rightly subsided, rightly imposed
Silent on trident, forked on it's steel
Roughly divided and justly concealed.
i feel like cryingi never realizedi feel like crying5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how many accidents there are
until i moved next to the fire station.
i hear them go by at least
ten times a day.
so i wonder
how many people
flick cigarette butts
into gas cans
or dogs pull over grills
or toddlers stick their fingers
in electrical sockets.
i'd like to gouge out my eyes,
it would keep me from seeing
what a mistake i was.
did you see?
i knicked myself shaving.
there was a lot of pretty blood;
it sat around the drain,
refusing to be swallowed up.
kind of like you,
you were never part of the crowd.
but then again,
neither was i.
and even though i was alone,
i never felt lonely
until you showed me how it felt
to be happy.
maybe i never felt like i belonged with you,
but you made me feel
like i was wanted,
a heart that will beat regularly.
emptied eye sockets
and empty pockets.
i have a lot of nothing.
i think that's what i've always had.
when i had something,
i lost everything
First depressionYou leave me with a sharp sting;First depression5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
First depression of your figure.
Imposed in bloodied linen sheets,
Too sinister to linger.
Taught me with pain and tort stick.
Shamed me immobile with the subtle way your hips
Moved in time with your eyes.
They bound me through a thread,
Limp yet feared to stretch,
Lest my eyes become your goal.
So I reclaim my broken soul;
Two whole pieces of a reckless cleave.
Weave back my tattered sheets,
Beneath; my beaten heart.
To start again the anger
And to leave behind the shame;
To seethe with all you wronged me.
Little sense in what I hear.
You leave me a nice first impression.
You greet me tongue first and twisted
Face on weak shoulders. Timeless.
Nameless. Blameless in innocence.
The Ana EnigmaShe's a shot of vodka slipped into your black coffee,The Ana Enigma4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lazy-eyed lioness with a crackling disposition sparked,
By a kamikaze lover's desire,
That burns like fire:
Hungry nude flames raising their arms in mindless ecstasy.
An overflowing glass of champagne,
Sizzling distortedly through your veins,
Whistling like a zooming yellow Porsche,
Bubbles frying before they reach the heavens,
She's irregular fireworks,
From whom Patience flees,
An Italian name caressed by luscious red lips,
Death by tango,
Which she will dance two beats ahead.
Polite words, a rehearsed nod, green tea with honey,
Eyes dark as blood rubies,
Labyrinthine secrets uncoiling their anaconda muscles,
She's a time bomb,
A veiled threat
An inadvertent Delilah with a curtain of silken mahogany hair,
And when she opens her mouth
Oh, where is the exit of Hope?
offerings of a ghostand there was a vague veracityofferings of a ghost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the whisper of your touch
that faded like feathers of frost
before the fevered kiss
of my breath.
winter settled slowly
down the curling knots of my spine
the same path
where your lips once burned
like candles in the night,
shadows tossed high
as autumn leaves riding reckless
on the wind.
at times i feel
this cup of bones
will crumble, blood and ash
and only that
and heavy hearts too full to bear
will break against the cool,
upturned cheek of earth
bare of greenery
but veiled in sinking snow.
your every echo is a curse
limned in regret
and the sting of dark hair whipping
in my brimming eyes
carries the coldest winds
across whitewashed memory,
the bite of ice built
upon a wasteland.
even a shiver cannot shake
the ringing feeling
that your absence speaks
a greater truth
that you were never here
Go Hang Youself, Lover Boy...We crossed each others'Go Hang Youself, Lover Boy...5 years ago in Other More Like This
racing, dying hearts.
And plead for the death,
that couldn't come soon enough.Oh, so untimely...Held together by some left behind
fevers and mirrors.
They're just a shattered pyre on
the bedroom floor now.