Her Still Singing LimbsEcho lives in small places, in the afterthought of sounds;Her Still Singing Limbs5 years ago in Open More Like This
the screeching hiss of a chair in an empty room like a scream not quite forgotten
and the rip of a voice through a dark tunnel which we dare not follow to the end.
Follow to the end.
Echo - lonely whispers clinging to movement with shadows and dust
and the chill of a tiger's roar in a dewy valley
hushed white with fog and the fear of the unseen.
Fear of the unseen.
Echo the dancer, the beauty of lost body and found voice,
or the tragedy of limbs and torso and flesh
torn to shreds and buried in forgotten places.
Buried in forgotten places.
Echo, a ghost tied to voice by invisible wires
strong as iron and delicate as spider-silk and inevitable as
calendar years fading
into centuries into millenia into the endlessness of infinity and void.
A shadow of time that lives without breath and breathes without life.
But the hum of a mother's voice floating through dark streets
diaryshe wrote in her diary one night:diary6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'' you call me. like the rushing waters of the ocean meeting river, i feel as if i am being swept away on the waves. and i hope someday i my eyes will meet your gemstone ones and you will realize what you mean to me. and perhaps for now i will love you from afar but there will come a day when you look up and call my name because you have finally seen that i am waiting for you. i know it. you will see that i've always been there.
you will raise you head and smile and call me by name."
but for as long as she lived, he did not.
of angelsand you were born to hear the language of angels and iof angels6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was supposed to take you there but the
angels have abandoned me,
my lovely muses lined up
upon the peach-colored clouds in their greek fashion,
are attending now to someone else for their attention is often fleeting.
and my ballroom finery, in colors of caribbean blue and burnished copper,
now reduced to cobweb rags and cherry red blood under my fingernails
and i seem to be smelling iron and,
honestly, i wish i could say you were surrounded by
a halo of endless light, but unfortunately,
in reality, you are a pale lotus blossom in a wine-dark sea.
and i am sorry you will not reach that sweet escape in the
green-and-gold sunset but the angels have left me in the middle of this
crooked path and i don't know how to get down from
this rocky cliff
so i am sorry that i have led you here and you cannot be angry at angels,
such sad & hopeless & all-seeing beings... so wise as to leave
my wretched self in this desolate place
fallingI think that in truth, there was no real moment when I looked at you and knew that it was over. It was instead a lot of moments strung out over a period of time, like dewdrops on a spiderweb. If I had known, I would've told you that last day how much you mean to me and maybe something would have been different.falling5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I suppose that it might just be that you know how to pull my wires and my heart-strings, but I wish you had meant it in more than jest.
Once, I dreamed that we were birds and I was flying over the ocean and suddenly my wings were gone and I was falling.
And you were standing in the sky laughing as I fell. Maybe that was when I realized there was nothing between us anymore. Nothing but a big empty abyss where our hearts used to be. And to think we had been friends for such a long time, too.
What a shame... Being a bird was such fu
005. Seeking Solacedear it-doesn't-matter-what-your-name-is,005. Seeking Solace5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
if you don't like me, i won't know. if you hold my hand
and want to let go, i'll never find out. if you kiss me, and want
to be somewhere else, i would never guess.
so sprinkle me in stardust and put me up on a pedestal. and it's
thirteen o'clock and the sky is falling but i've got shattered
surge-lights for eyes and i can't see until i've
my rib-bones are crumbling inside of me from the sound of
the music on repeat and i'm wondering why i haven't
hit the stop button by now because
there is no truth in melodies and old songs.
and my ankles are aching and my muscles are
contracting and we're just another pair of frost-covered
lips and trembling hands even though the sun is
maybe someday we'll find a place where
the grass is splendid and we can exchange our fingernails for pearls.
and the clock is singing ticktock.ticktock.tick.tock. and
the sun doesn't exist tonight, but it is simply hiding on
in the quiet, kiss me.tell me whyin the quiet, kiss me.5 years ago in General More Like This
tell me now that you could have loved me,
that we might have been
it were some other time.
say the words,
even if it won't make it right.
lay down your sorrows,
forget that you
can't love me anymore.
break the night silence,
even with a whisper,
speak to me.
say that you'll be there for me,
the way that I
am always there
do it now, with no one else around.
close the gap between us;
will not come.
because the past is gone
and I have to accept that.
tomorrow does come.
and think of all the joy -
and all the pain.
think of what will come
and what has passed.
and just imagine the heartbreak
and the tears.
forgive me for all the sins that I have committed.
and your forgiveness is more than I can bear.
I will carry it to a darker place,
where there is strife,
001. IntroductionStranger:001. Introduction5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hello, I don't know you. And I probably never will. Still, I hope you know I
think you're amazing. I think you're amazing and different and one-of-a-kind.
I hope that you'll meet someone who will leave you notes under your coffee
cup and in the book on your bedside table and wear your favorite color just because it'll make you happy. I hope you meet that person, if you haven't
already. I'm praying that you'll be able to sleep better soon because I heard
the only way you get to sleep is to flip silver coins back and forth until your
Hello, nice to see you again. You probably don't know me. I saw you once on
the train and I wondered where you got those blue eyes of yours. You are
all that matters to someone, and someone must be all that matters to you.
It'd be nice if that someone was me, but I deal in reality and facts and not fantasies.
Hello, I've seen you sit here every day for the past three years. I wonder
what you're waiting for. Are you
Humbert Humbert"Mr. Uterus [I quote from a girl's magazine,]Humbert Humbert8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
starts to build a thick soft wall on the chance a
possible baby may have bedded down there."
I stand at the ready with bait held for my child
To lure her out of her bedroom at night,
Grasping my pulse at the notion of sickness
My skin crawling mad at the thought.
Nervous and anxious, I've tried to dismantle,
But can't shake the monsters who dwell,
Touching her hair and teasing my senses
"The tiny madman in his padded cell."
Nobody says that love has to make sense
But everyone knows that it shouldn't be like this.
"Light of my life, and fire of my loins.
My sin, my soul." My Lolita.
I held you as father's would on one gentle knee
An innocence I do adore,
But deep in the dirtiest thoughts I can muster
I'd take you like Frank did Miss Horner...
Drawing the bars of my cage with a crayon
That my Lo must have left in my room,
I'll show you the tormented whims that I carry
As Lo shows the door to my doom.
Her silhouette feasts on
whisper rainellie sits in faded yellow leggings on a lonely bus bench, whispering to the rain about the things her dreams were made of.whisper rain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'sometimes, i dream of bright red balloons,' she sings, pulling tattered petals from daisies, 'that float up and up until they touch the clouds. sometimes, i can see the sunset outside my window, and its so beautiful, painted the colors of dying autumn rain, and the clouds soak up all of the darkness...but then they float
away.' she kicks half-heartedly at the pebbles resting near her feet, and drops the petals gathered on her raincoat one by one into the reflection of the city.
'i send them love letters sometimes, wishing more then anything that they would write back. it's what they promised, after all. but i guess i couldn't really keep them for myself: i have to share with the rest of the sky.'
on the days the clouds were swept away by the winds of dusty sunshine, ellie would lie in the grass and talk to the butterflies flitting
Letters to GhostsDear you,Letters to Ghosts6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I found you, you were broken and alone, and I swear, there was nothing more beautiful than your razor-edged smile and your sun shower soul. You could pour buckets on me and I'd still look for the rainbow in your laughter.
Do you remember the first time we met? We were almost alone in a room full of people and I watched as your solar-eclipse eyes begged your friend to stay, please, please stay, and then there was you and I and Silence filling the spaces between us, while Nervousness and Consciousness looked on like a fourth and fifth wheel. Averted eyes and fidgeting fingers twisting fabric out of shape were all that mattered then, but I was already drawn like a moth to your flame and burning like a forest fire for you.
The first time you touched me was when we were running, faster and farther away from logic and reason and closer towards freedom. And suddenly, your hand was around my wrist, pulling me towards life w
Satirical College Essay3A. In order for the Admissions staff of our college to get to know you, the applicant, better we ask that you answer the following question: Are there any significant experiences you have had, or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?Satirical College Essay5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am a god in several native religions. My hair blows perfectly in the wind--the envy of all those skinny models with waists the size of toothpicks. I single-handedly saved a baby panda from a flooded river in China. They now have yearly ceremonies in my honor.
I won the lottery--twice--and donated all of it to charities across the world. I cured cancer.
Because of me dinosaurs became extinct, and yes, I can time-travel. I do it every Sunday. Diplomats all over the world come to me for advice. I started a revolution and ended it the next day.
When I'm bored I teach the blind how to paint masterpieces, which are displayed in prestigious museums all over France. Once I visited the Vatican City on a whim and saved