owl boyLight spills like milk from the window. It drips bright upon his face. He is naked, he is the milk spilt from the window to the floor. He is sleeping now.owl boy6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sun whistles her breeze in the trees this late August and the birds are drunk with birdsong. He sleeps on through the sound. A quiet, dreaming boy. She kneels and kisses his fingers, soft.
Sun dances, warm and alight, across the sky until she is weary, disappearing with sleep herself. Calling, Moon! Moon! Im so tired my love, I will fall a moment and sleep And he will become her in the sky, following after her until sleep becomes of he, too. And the chase will continue into morrow.
But sun and moon are none, because he wakes. He wakes and he breathes slow like the beach when there is only you to watch. He wakes and the colour leaks behind half-open eyes and he is naked, so very naked this cold now-night.
A clock hand whispers the fleetingness of each moment from the wall and a cat drinks from a fish bowl. The
How Spaghetti + Meatballs MetHow Spaghetti + Meatballs Met6 years ago in Humor More Like This
One day, there was a man in Italy who made noodles. He called these noodles "spaghetti". Little did he know that they could walk, talk, and do other stuff.
One day, there was another man in Italy who made meat. He ground some meat and rolled them into balls. He called these balls of meat "meatballs". Again, little did he know that they could walk, talk, and do other stuff.
One day, there was another man in Italy who made sauce. He took a tomato and squished it into sauce. He was very proud of the sauce and called it "tomato sauce". Little did he know they could walk, talk, and do other stuff.
One day after all those other 'one day's, the spaghetti and the sauce went out for a walk. They didn't know each other but they went at the same time. They met and went to a bar together where they got drunk. By the end of the night they had had hot sweaty sex. Making noodles and tomato sauce one being.
The next day, meatballs went out and so did spaghetti, that is now known as "spaghetti and spag
Mezarliktaki OrospularMezarlık:Mezarliktaki Orospular7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Çok ayrı şehirlerde varolmuştuk.Yaşamımız birbirmize o kadar uzaktı ki.Ancak şehirler arası yollardan sonra birbirmize bir kaç günlüğüne kavuşurduk.Hiç bir hafta sonra Taksim'de buluşalım diyemezdik.Bilirdik bir hafta sonra o haftadan bir şey kalmayacak avuçlarımıza.Aşk mıydı?Kesinlikle bir taraf için aşktı.Sonra bu zaman aşımına bir dayanırız dedik.Sonra bir taraf o kadar koşturdu diğer taraf o kadar yüreğinde sakladı ki onu.Biri imkansızı başardı,biri mükemmeli yaşadı.İlk aylar böyle geçti.Özlem üstüne kalemi olan çok yazılar yazdı.Mutsuzluk değildi ama bu yollar neden bu kadar uzaktı.O büyük şehirden birinde kalabalığa karışırdı,diğer o
asit kuyulariasit kuyulari6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
O kuyuyu kazdılar Seni orada buldular Oysa ben, yıllardır her gece sarılıyorum sana. Hayalini kucağıma alıyorum ve her neredeysen diye başlayan cümlelerle sesimi sana Yok. Yok. Sesim karanlık bir kuyuda yankılanıyor ne zamandır. Bunu duyuyorum. Duyuyordum. Onlarca kemik parçasına sürtünup, hücrelerce eti eritiyor sesim. Duyuyorum. Ne zamandır. Göz çukurlarına doluyor, kurumuş kulak kemiklerinden taşıyor. Bir ölüm kokusu siniyor sesime. Duyuyorum. Duyuyordum. Saçların en siyahına dokunup tel tel ayırıyor onları. Ben istemiyorum böyle olsun. Ben istemiyorum nefesim ölüm koksun. Ben istemiyorum. İstemiyorum.
Oysa ben sadece beklemek istedim. Bekleyiş bir süre sonra ele geçiriyor seni. Üzerine düşünmemeye başlıyorsun. Salt
filter.if you wanted to, you'd know where to find me, my red hair burning fierce against my cool pale skin. maybe, it is raining out and the car won't start or the neighbors dog ran away and i hear him howling at my door and i should be asleep but i am pacing, pacing barefooted up and down the gentle hallways of my old house with the red front door and the hardwood floors.filter.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe, or probably, there is a copy of Cummings or Vonnegut or Bukowski in my hands and i am crying - not because i am sad but because i can't remember my favorite excerpt and i know you would love it if you were here, which you're not. that's probably another reason i'm crying and i think about finding the passage and how i wouldn't be able to share it with you anyway, because over the phone my voice may quaver and it would lose its magic and then you wouldn't love it as much as i did and i can't bear that thought.
sometimes when i breathe i imagine the particles finding their way to your
Godot'ya GiderkenSol elinin işaret parmağında iki tane imitasyon yüzük vardı.Birinin derisi soyulmuştu,biri de derisinde iz bırakmıştı.O müzik dinlemeyi sadece kafasındaki sorular ve sorunlardan dolayı çok seviyordu,müziğin girişini dinleyip değiştiriyordu,çünkü ona çok sıkıcı geliyordu,bir parçanın tamamını dinlemek,geçerliliği kalmıyordu,beynini kontrol edemediği kadar hızlı çalıştırmasını dingin duruma getiren yeni aldığı kulaklık,onu mutlu etmeye yetmişti.Kulaklığı olmadan dışarı çıkmadığı zamanları bile olmuştu,olmalıydı,kesinlikle olmalıydı çünkü kulaklığın kablosuyla oynuyordu şu anda,metroda karşılıklı oturmamızGodot'ya Giderken5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lista list of things i consider telling my doctor, but don't:a list6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i'd tell him i am nothing more than fawn bones. i am no bigger than a pygmy child. or
i'd show him how my wrists snap off or how my fingers are smaller than his and i'd tell him to make a note that reads: 'her fingers don't work well' and one that says: 'she tries.' and then i'd tell him to cross it out.
i'd tell him about counting tiles and forgetting to swim. i'd give him the definition of apathy.
i'd tell him how i stole silver spoons and then threw them away.
i'd show him fragments of paper from that time i tore apart the maps. that time i burned the instruction manuals. and
i'd make him look at my feet. i'd tell him that they're covered in mud and that they are the most pure thing i have.
he'd make a note: 'muddy feet' and i'd cry. i'd confess.
ididitididitididit. i broke the lamp. i broke ties. i broke.
i'd draw him a
Aylak AdamOna neden gri havayı ve kışı sevdiğini sordumAylak Adam7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gülümsedi,yürüyorduk,birkaç adım kadar sustu ve bana bakıp
Kimse donacak kadar üşümeyi sevmez,dedim.
Hem sen içine ince giyiyorsun,altında tişört ve bir ceketin var,dedim.
Kışları seviyorum,çünkü çirkin bedenimi kapatan tek bu paltom var.Kış olduğunda hep kabuğumdayım,yazında terleye terleye giyerim.
Ve hayatında birkaç ucuz tişörtten başka giyeceğin yoksa,kışın üşümeyi seversin.
Mecburum sevmeye.Ellerim üşür ama alışır.
Yağmur yağarken,dudak tiryakisi olduğunu bildiğim bir sigara ile dumanlara birkaç daha ekledi ve toprak kokusu arasında kayboldu.
Kaç kişi böyle bir adam tan
Destroy Good GirlsThey say Im a real terrorDestroy Good Girls6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lion, an animal, completely
wild and without restraint.
The way I take girls and
bring them to their absolute
breaking point without
Habits usually reserved
for the most grisly of
Or associated with only
the most terrible of
Saints, pure at heart
rotten to the core.
It's all a game
and I happen to
be the better
I destroy good girls.
You're No Angel MaybeThere was some inherent desireYou're No Angel Maybe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep within me immediately when you
crossed my line of vision.
Love at first sight?
I don't know what the reason was
but the fact remained that I couldn't
stop thinking about you.
So I laid awake at night and stared
at the ceiling for hours with visions of
your beautiful curves dancing through
I envisioned sculpting your figure
into clay bricks, in attempts to capture
the perfect symmetry of your body -
and failing miserably, because I was
never much of an artist - just the
pursuit of capturing perfection seemed
appealing to me.
I waited a while before I approached you,
tried getting my face familiar so that when
I finally decided to make my move, you
maybe would have the same thoughts of
me that I had of you.
But I was never that great looking, any way.
Which isn't to say your looks were the
entire appeal - the allure was far more
deep than just the aesthetics, there
was something in the way you walked -
as if you hadn't a care in
The Only Moment We Were AloneI dreamt of you last night. And I find it odd since it's been nearly a year since you were here. Sometimes when I close my eyes I find that you being 365 days away isn't so hard to stomach.The Only Moment We Were Alone5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But that doesn't mean I don't miss the butterflies that used to make their nest there
You were there in my dream. We were driving in an endless circle at the speed of sound while the world rushed together in an array of kaleidoscope colors. Our fingers laced together, lips touching. I really felt you last night.
I swear I wasn't kissing a memories ghost at dawn this morning
So after I had collected the pieces scattered on my bedroom floor I dug your coat out of the back of my closet. The fabric was cold just like the night you gave it to me; and the night you left. And just like all the nights I spent alone, I wrapped myself up in its furry insides.
And I pretended that the sleaves were your arms embracing me
3:45 am didn't seem too late when I was talking to you. Back then you promised
What Tonight Throw's Upfading in and out whileWhat Tonight Throw's Up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blurring between reality and
what i wished was real while
i walked onto a thin sheet
of ice hoping the freezing
water would welcome me
into the abyss
while i threw up
all of the mistakes
from last night
and the contents
of my mood
all over the ground
if inspected thoroughly
the entire events
would play out
what was in that
but the food
was nowhere near
as bad as the
when i regurgitated
and killed off your desire
or maybe it
killed me first
In lieu of a SubpoenaTo my Neighbor,In lieu of a Subpoena7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Thank you for refraining from calling the police last night. I must admit (abstaining from any zealous, overreaching hyperboles) that we were slightly excitable during the time in question but boys will be boys, wont they? From the early days when we fling aerodynamically aligned mud pies to the day we graduate to flaming rolls of toilet paper, were still just boys attempting to emulate our ancient forefathers. Those early men who roamed across majestic safari plains, hunting strange and diverse mammals with crude tools, the first flairs of human design before we reached the higher echelons of the technology we know today. My friends and I were very touched that you likened us to these proud, upright figures in our shared history we are all truly primitive, grunting cavemen at heart arent we?
That being said, calling in the SWAT team was a little
New England BluesI dreamed of some small New England town that only had two seasons: winter and fall, year round. Where the trees were either barren and skeletal, or ablaze with brilliant reds and oranges. I wanted the rain to be slow, and cold. A dull, aching drizzle that blanketed glass with streaks of crystals that would freeze against the surface and send light into a thousand different directions. I wanted the comfort of napalm nature, where trees were on fire as they began to shed their leaves, welcoming the bitter cold rather than fighting it. To me, this was a wonderland. For others, this is an abysmal ending to the year and unwelcoming of the next.New England Blues5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to walk in old down town, hand in hand with you, and know that nothing could go wrong. I would wave hello to everyone, because everyone knows each other in a place like this. The open signs would all come out at the same time each day, and go in at the same time each night. We'd shake hands, and converse with the locals. We
sunday thoughtsyou are glowbraceletssunday thoughts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
Funny PoemRoses are redFunny Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you
but the roses
the sugar bowls
and so is
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
SpiderBir örümcek dostum var evde yaşayan. Ona dostum diyorum, çünkü birbirinin yaşamını olduğu gibi algılamaya çalışarak aynı topluluğu paylaşan varlıklar, dost olmanın karşılıklı verilen sözlere ve güvene bağlı olmadığını anlayabilir, biliyorum. Sevgi ilişkilerinde hiçbir şart, hiçbir koşul, hiçbir sabit yok. Sevgi düzenin değil, karmaşanın göstergesi. İç benliğini savunma derdine düşerek sevgilerini koşullarla sınırlayıp köreltmeyen örümcek, onu her an ezebilme şansıma karşın köşedeki ağında yaşamaya devam ediyor. Örümcek risklerin hesabını bilmiyor çünkü. Örümceğin bana gülümsemesi için atmam gereken adımlar yok. Belki yaşamın değeri estetik bir kaygıdan öteye geçemiyor hastalıklı benliğimin altında. ÖSpider8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You Decide!You Decide!3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The man known as Monkey D. Luffy raised his head to see his crew, desperately trying to break free from their 'crystal' cage. The bars shone with a silvery luster with a glint of rose pink. Although it appeared to be made of crystal, the element had been infused with something else to make it impossible to break; even Sanji and Zoro with their monstrous strength didn't even manage to make a little scratch, although the latter's katana had been confiscated and could only use half' of his strength.
"So you have come, Mugiwara no Luffy," A man spoke from the platform to the said pirate's right. A long cloak shielded his entire body from view, save his mouth which sported a wide smirk.
"Of course! I will never abandon my nakama!" Luffy shouted as he stareddown to the cloaked man. Said man just chuckled.
"Oh! Really? I wonder " he trailed off, watching the pirate above him with a critical eye.
Luffy was standing on one platform, which hungin the air by thick m
shiveryou sat on the sidewalk and thought about her. you carved a heart into the side of a cedar and threw rocks at the birds in the sky; you cried when one fell at your feet. pills rattled in your voice, and poison tangled your veins. you let the rain fall upon your shoulders, just like everything else. the stars shined for you, but you never knew it. your eyes met mine, covered in the frost of summer whispering sweet nothings in your ear. hearts beat in open chests because love gets the best of us. you danced alone just to feel alive, but you weren't lonely.shiver5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
troisif i had three heartstrois5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i would bury
the broken one,
i would kill
the sorrowful one,
and i'd give
the last one to you.
if i only had
Let's Shoot Some Drugsi was tangled up so delicatelyLet's Shoot Some Drugs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your web, like a butterfly emerging
from it's cocoon, only to fly directly
into silk thread spread across branches
i was just starting to come out of my shell
and immediately became ensnared within you
everything looked so much more
and everything tasted so much more
and everything smelled so much more
and everything felt so much more
you gave me everything -
like a plaster mold of my
ideal girl was laid out
in front of you and with
out hesitation you poured
yourself right in
but i didn't want perfection
love is always better when it hurts
our relationship was too good
i wanted you to get angry
i wanted you to be jealous
i wanted you to fight with me
but it never happened.
and it felt like we were performing
you deserve someone better than me
i'm damaged goods baby
brittle and muscles tired
i'm hardly able to love
let alone anyone else
boy with a songthere's a boy with a song that he found in the windboy with a song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he sings it to the kestrel who teaches the elk.
once, i fell asleep under the birch tree where the sun-
bleached elephant bones rest half submerged in dust.
i saw scattered butterfly-less wings circle the air in
a dance of ghosts, but maybe i had been dreaming.
an angel fell where they buried their children, he
promised to sleep with them in the gentle earth.
his golden hair fell into the tree roots and
became a river that wrapped around my body.
and even though i couldn't leave, i didn't want to.