I Wanted To Be NakedI Wanted To Be Naked13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to be naked
So I took off all my clothes
And stood in front of the mirror
In pink underwear and black bra.
I was still dressed,
Still perfectly decent.
I wanted to be naked.
I took off my bandanna,
Even the one that doesn't come off.
I took off my cuffs,
My rubber bracelets,
One at a time.
And dropped it all on the counter.
It still wasn't enough.
I still had the glitter of silver and black.
I wanted to be naked.
I peeled my nailpolish,
Chipping my nails in the process.
I took off my wrist chains,
Feeling my life leave along with them,
Feeling my wrist get lighter and lighter.
I wanted to be naked.
I looked at myself in the mirror
And it still wasn't enough.
There was more.
I scratched away at the scars
From my failed operation,
From my dislocation
From my wheelchair.
I tore them out and pulled the pain out with it.
I yanked the pain out of my head,
Migraines for sale.
I wanted to be naked.
Without clothes, jewelry
Intimacy - Into Me SeeIntimacy - Into Me See12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
Your image still fresh
Your beautiful face
Burning into my mind
Eating the tissues
That sustain my sanity
I cover my ears
Your words still ringing
Your angelic voice
Running through my veins
Paralyzing the muscles
That sustain my control
I hold my breath
Your scent still powerful
Your intoxicating pheromones
Crashing into my body
Snapping the bones
That sustain my temple
I surrender my consciousness
Your touch still tingling
Your velvet skin
Piercing through my flesh
Spilling the organs
That sustain my existence
I swallow my tongue
Your taste still overwhelming
Your ambrosial flavor
Driving into my chest
Lacerating the soul
That sustains my heart
The Loneliness of The HopeThe Loneliness of The Hope12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stains of dense night
which is expanded as branches
it shades the sky
colours which grow dark
shading the sight in the tears
in the branches of the pain
covering the stars
covering the moon
darkening every light
darkening every smile
tears as leaves
they come off the branches
they fall in the night
they mark the shade as falling stars
and they dance as feathers
in a winter of pain
where the moon cries the own sun
where the tears are blood
and where the river begins
pain drops transported by the current
the time dies
been drowned in the despair
fingers drenched with blood
which for the answers still look
they follow the river
to understand that the end is only the beginning
to understand that every tear
will cut for always the soul
wounds on a bark
interrupted the rings of the life
bleeding the despair
shouting again the snow
winter which dances in the darkness
clouds of shade which melt themselves in the air
shivers of intense cold
dress made of stone
I fall in the river
-waking patterns--waking patterns-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
...remembering to breathe....
-savoring a delicious intake of air that swallows like a sip of desperation and stale nostalgia.
-the air that escapes my lips leaves me with transparent amnesia.
-with arms embracing the fading heat current that intermingles with cotton sheets and cold sweat.
-returns with a slow exhale of air that hauntingly whispers of dislocated pain.
TR - Ignorent ConsumersTR - Ignorent Consumers12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see the tomb,
Encased with my thoughts
Of people on the walls,
Like those flaking falls of fingernails
You see on the way to work,
In your coma daze,
And seductive strangles of satin air
That you inhale as you realise,
The wasted existence exists
In a non existing exile of an imagination
Inside the head of a sex starved fat man in a shoebox.
Yelling : Ignorent Consumers!
I see the tomb,
In which you're a prisoner
Of your own thoughts
...Those of the bacon strips fizzling away
In your brain, sat on a turntable,
In some warehouse where the
Walls are textured with
The sweaty flesh that peels away,
From the surface of the bowl,
In which we eat our cereal, throughout the day,
Before standing like soldiers in the line,
Caught up and tripping on the big wheel,
Turning cogs for a fat man in the shoebox.
Yelling : Ignorent Consumers!
EmmaEmma11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Have the flowers come yet?"
"Not yet, mother."
"Well, run and see what's keeping them. Quick now!"
Emma got up and picked up her dishes.
"Faster! People arrive in three hours!"
Emma headed out. The florist's was three blocks away, and her mother knew the phone number by heart. It was classier, though, to send someone along, and with the three helps busy in the kitchen, Emma was the one to go. Instead of going down the street to the florist's, she walked the other way to see if her friend Alice was home. Emma's mother didn't approve of Alice, with her dozens of piercings and long blue hair. She buzzed up to Alice's apartment.
"Yes, hello?" Alice's mother answered.
"Is Alice home? It's Emma."
The door buzzed, drowning out the answer. Emma caught it before it locked back up and went to the elevator. Alice lived on the third floor. The door was half-open when the elevat
+Made For You 2 - BL+Chapter 2: Little Black Heart+Made For You 2 - BL+8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The perfect moment-the one between having forgotten about a bad memory and unfortunately having to recall it at a later date-was ruined when a certain freckled boy entered the Student Council room at the beginning of lunch.
Elliot looked up from his work when he heard some of the Student Council members suddenly burst into hushed conversation. A familiar but unwelcome name passed someone's lips and it dawned on Elliot what all of the conversing was about. He turned his head towards the door. Any question of whether the freckled boy was actually there or not was quickly quelled.
"Great. Now he's strutting around like he belongs here," Elliot mumbled under his breath. From a desk just across from his, Jacqueline, one of his best friends since childhood, smiled at him and shook her head.
"Aren't you being a tad mean, Elliot?" She looked up from some papers on her desk and watched Cameron approach a Student Council member. "I don't think he's strutting.
Monsters In The ClosetMonsters In The Closet12 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Raye wasn't afraid of the dark. The dark was afraid of her.
The price was always negotiable: twenty bars of chocolate, an especially nice sandwhich at lunch, a pink skipping rope.
For especially pathetic cases, she was even willing to go as low as a half finished bottle of blue nail polish. That was what had brought her to the sleep over at June's house. June was small, thin and scared of the monster in her closet. No one believed her. Her parents thought the bruises came from school, and the school thought the bruises came from her parents.
Raye came along with her sleeping bag and her pillow, and a game of Monopoly Junior. June's mother greeted her kindly, like she didn't know what Raye was here for.
The girls played quietly Monopoly in the living room till it was time for supper. They ate in silence.
"My, aren't you good natured, Raye." June's mother said.
"Thank you, m'am." Raye answe
Titus And Raven - For HireTitus And Raven - For Hire11 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The deep dark city contained many evils, many creatures that never allowed themselves to be classified by normal means.
Two of those beings were Titus and Raven. Titus was a demon; tall and red, with short stubby horns and dark plastic-rimmed glasses. Raven was a hunter; short with long wavy hair and steel toed boots.
The two were for hire by anyone and for anything, if the price was right. They had a small apartment above a Chinese restaurant on a quiet side street. They were given the place after ridding the restaurant of demon-mice, old rivals of the pair. The apartment had a bedroom, a small kitchen and a room they used as an office. The office, with it's two desks, computer and weapons chest, smelled of eggrolls but was clean.
Titus insisted on it. He'd wake up early, leaving Raven alone in their bed, to tidy every morning. As much as he loved her, she was definitely a force to reckon with in the morning,
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?7 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500Sorry We Shot Your Kid...8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Within Your LinesThis is the seed, the catalyst:Within Your Lines6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of a thought that's kissed
The source of all creation.
The mouth of insperation
And now that we have found it
We can never quit
How will we fill this stage
With ecstasy and rage
With naught but songs
We'll trap the wrongs
To wrought our will
To hold them still
What, herein, shall we create
Within this world of hate
Education DerailedWhen boys become men,Education Derailed4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
still in bodies of boys,
there's a tiny hand pulling the trigger.
Killing with guns
when they're still playing with toys,
troops get smaller as conflict gets bigger.
If they don't grow up now,
they won't get the chance,
Virtue's just a victim of circumstance.
Guns at the ready, men,
open fire they cry.
But they'll cry even harder
for an eight year old martyr
knowing somewhere the system has failed,
now the children are learning to die.
TristramYou came into my city's walls,Tristram6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shone despite your wounded state,
And soon you echoed through my halls,
And offered me the hand of fate.
You told me of your foreign lands,
And tugged me gently toward their shore.
Pulled me past the burning sands
Into the thirsty ocean's roar.
And so we sailed towards glooming night,
Star-eyed and dreaming, hearts entwined
Each drunken in the others sight,
Each full of hopes and danger blind.
And now the dark has finally come
But left us with the quiet stars.
No more the heat of glowing sun,
But silvered beauty now is ours.
Which softly sings of coming dawn,
And greater things than light soaked noon
And whispers why all hearts are drawn
To dance beneath the fickle moon
So once again I raise the flask
And knowing, drink the lover's brew
And toast to what my love would ask
And give my will to cleave to you.
YouA dance with emotionYou6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
Succinct IllicitAddicted towards the tang of cocaine,Succinct Illicit13 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shoot up explore under the second floor
I forbid myself towards strain sustain,
Prescription helps my underscore ignore
Self-destruct under directed insane,
Now obligated to feel hardcore more
Harmful side effects twist sane inhumane,
As addiction can lead to roar offshore
Curious on life and the plain restrain,
Distorted fifth sense near deplore restore
Near demolish drain from the abstain brain,
Social issues crop up inshore implore
Black champagne fades the contain of rogaine
Departed Train from remain of cocaine.
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's all but broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened
The Waking WillowWillow trees that dream at duskThe Waking Willow6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched beside the rivers brink
May hang their heavy branches down
Resting where the shadows slink.
Weary from the wearing world
But born to bare it, though they sink
Into the mire round their roots
And still, with thirst they deeply drink
From waters formed pon mountains high
And droplets formed from weeping skies
That watch below the whole earth die
Swallowed softly in its lies.
Just like the mire round the roots,
From which a willow tree must rise,
Mans world spreads forth its hungry hive
To eat all it can hypnotize.
And so the weeping willow cries
And bends in sorrow to the brink
Limbs shaking with the silent sighs
Grief growing from the soils stink
And sees reflected in the stream
Its rippling form held in the light
That seems to whisper of a dream
We waking walk through till the night.
When bleary sun will rest its eye
And darkness fall upon us all
Then we can look up to the sky
And hear the silver clarion call
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Read This And Remember.You live life the way you want.Read This And Remember.7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In life it doesn't matter what people say or do, only what you take from it.
It only matters what you think, it's your life to live
The most important person in your life is you. Remember this.
You will always be there for yourself
Take care of yourself.
Take care of the people that love you, try for you, and hope for you.
To have a friend you must be a friend.
Learn to love and you will love life.
Open your mind, understand
Forgive, never forget
It's life's lessons and pains that teach us
Not everything happens for a certain, predestined reason
It happens so you can learn from it, take from it, and use it for your benefit,
Always keep trying.
Never give up
Never give in
You are a strong person
You will persevere
With love and hope,