a masochist walked into a barten times.a masochist walked into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glorious ShitAnother Dream-Glorious Shit7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You can make it;
Pass through shit
To welcome the divine.
What kind of mind is this?
What kind of perversion?
You don't make much sense to me,
You don't make much sense to them-
You don't make much sense.
Return to painting flowers,
Name flowers flowers,
Name darkness strangeness,
Name genius a vile trait.
We cannot decipher you...
Bend down a little.
Everyone needs their audience-
Who are you to dispute?
Who is it you're talking to?
It can't be to yourself!
Everything is illuminated!
(I can write my glossary
Of horror and neglect.)
Do I love you?
Of course I love you,
Nobody else still cares
About the little things,
Such as your senseless self.
(Yes, I'll make everything clear,
The way you want me to.)
Let's speak a new language,
Let's call man the Head,
The alphabet into the globe-
The stud of universe.
(Of course we are the center,
Can't you see?)
Stop mocking me!
You are a brilliant little b
MotherA knot deep in my stomach-Mother7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An unbearable growing pain
Containing breaths and scars,
Momentary intervals of our life's game.
A knot in my throat,
Choking me before the rise,
Depriving us of understanding,
Taking away left time.
A tidal wave devours my skin,
Casting me bare, without a kin-
Without the courage this blast to bare,
Stolen from time,
Convicted to just stare
At every day that passes by,
At my lack of bravery,
My egoistic past wounds drive
Safekeeping me against the ones
I should be the least afraid to love.
A knot is tied around my heart,
Bred inside it for years-
For too damn long for me to claim
Despite the drain I still have one.
Roleplay: Luna's Tiny TroubleBy schoolfilmer and suikerdiamantRoleplay: Luna's Tiny Trouble6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Note: When a character is talking with a squeaky voice after they have shrunk, the text is in Italics.
(Stella is in the practice field, where Stella and Luna can practice on newly gained spells. Right now, Stella got "Star Shrinker", and Luna got "Lunar Shrinker". That's right, they share some of the spells they get.)
Stella: Look at that, I'm making progress! Just a few more of those, and I'm all ready!
(Luna enters abruptly, scaring Stella so she flings a Shrinking Star spell at her)
Luna: Whoa! (Shrinks to a very tiny size)
Stella: Oh my... Luna, are you OK?
Luna: Yes, but what did you do to me?!
Stella: I must have shrunk you by accident...
Luna: So I'm tiny, you said? Turn me back to normal at once!
Stella: Sorry sis, you have to wait 24 hours, and then you'll grow back to your normal size.
Luna: I have to wait for a day fo
Read Me RealRead Me RealRead Me Real4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the person to breathe you real
Reawaken perfect in any age
I house every moment you hold dear
Receptacle of your every hope and fear
Witness to your anger when you engage
Returned again to breathe you real
Memories still fresh of how we feel
Locked together on third eye's stage
All the moments that I hold dear
I can hear your voice when I hold you near
Give you my mind, free of your cage
A playground for me to breathe you real
Come with me again on time line's wheel
Do not be afraid to turn the page
Our story has all the moments I hold dear
It's our voices on the wind we hear
All it takes for me to be assuaged
Stories on the wind when I breathe you real
Stories in my mind, moments I hold dear
not enough - part 2not enough - part 214 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not enough - part 2
(give me your drugs)
I am tossed into an ache of tearfulness
borne of a centered weariness.
it mimics illness
but medicines, sought to soothe
insidiously wash away
Give me your drugs, love,
natural oils, honey and teas
bubbling water in China cups
steeped rose hips, lemon and cinnamon.
Take me, to crisp cool sheets
lay me down in the comfort of your arms
allay the weakness in my body
with the slow movements of your hands
allow me to inhale the energy
in your whispered words.
Touch me with demulcent fingertips
with feather light kisses
at the fall of my stomach
infuse me with your sweet elixir
and I will rise toward you
Imperialism and ObesityImperialism and Obesity5 years ago in Historical More Like This
First, the political cartoon itself: http://podcasts.shelbyed.k12.al.us/kvarner/files/2010/08/Bellringer-2-Imperialism.jpg
So, what is this cartoon by Judge magazine saying? (Judge magazine is a satirical
publication that produced some of the best political cartoons of the 19th and
20th centuries.) The cartoon depicts a progression of Uncle Sam,
personification of the United States, growing progressively over time. Though
the early growth of the US is depicted as healthy growth, that of empire is
contrasted as unhealthy growth or fat.
So, why is empire unhealthy to the body politic? Between 1783 and 1861 the body of
the US can be interpreted as merely that of a nation (if perhaps an
enterprising and industrious one). This early growth can be defined as nation
building. But looking into it more closely, this definition is slippery. It
implies that the Amerindians have no nation, or that their nation is the United
States even if it is an alien European nation. Were the Amerind
It is hard to be softMom cutting Dad's hair in the kitchen. Feather voicesIt is hard to be soft8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because they are discussing matters heavier than water,
jarring scrapes when they move the chair.
Tufts of hair fall, touching the
curved blade of ear. It is sharper, as are our brains,
than you think, even as
the night velvets. It pads alongside my cat,
who sits behind the laundry room door and makes old saxophone sounds.
I slip inside to touch
the kitten scruf of his neck.
How difficult it is, to definitively love or hate,
when everything is so soft.
From where I sit there are no windows
and except for drooping eyelids I would not believe
in the moon. Or in the swift autumn nights
that come upon us like riders. And the hard
hands begin groping in my belly,
begging to be noticed. I do.
Why?Why?4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why did Einstein create such equations?
Why is Math full of calculations?
And why does English need so many punctuations?
Why is there a need to study
Math, Physics and Chemistry?
The very thought of it, makes a student's life history!
When the black and white paper finally arrives,
the time-table for examinations,
it causes tension and irritation.
No parties, no excursion.
Only mugging up, slogging and exhaustion.
The definition of an awful week of preparation.
When comes the last day of examination,
it is an occasion for celebration!
But, when the results reach home,
it's time for a brief explanation...
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Healing My HeartHealing My Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Healing My Heart
I thought a day like today would never come
When a sincere smile finally broke through
And I've grasped onto this sense of freedom
When I forged this connection with you
I was so deep into it
Thinking I never would get out
Being stuck in the past has made me into this
But now I hold my head up instead of facing down
Because of this, I've realize there's a difference between my tears
I used to only shed the ones for all of the mistakes I've made
Which I've cried for all of those long, and lonesome years
Until today, so I'm overwhelmed by the relief you gave
Undone, unvexed, unbroken
The difference is the forgiveness
Unbecome, unsilenced, unforgotten
The pieces have become painless
I waited for a night like tonight to arrive
When I could finally sleep so peacefully
And for once I have never felt so alive
When I found myself dreaming faithfully
I had no choice but to force my own hand
So I took that mass of hurt and made
DolorII¿Eres tú? Su voz retumbo hasta en el rincón más profundo de mí corazón, aquella cálida voz trajo de nuevo a mi recuerdos, que aunque habían pasado hacía mucho tiempo, los sentía como si tan solo hubiesen sido ayer ¿Hermano? Su voz, cargada de felicidad y nostalgia, camuflaba la tristeza e ira que sentía, debía sentir algo en ese momento, pero ya había olvidado la mayoría de los sentimientos, entonces solo me quedé cayado. Sin verla a su rostro, aun dándole la espalda observando aquella ventana de esa vieja casa en la que viví, sentía aquellas lágrimas que nacían en sus ojos, recorrían sus mejillas y se desprendían de su rostro, perdiendo su rastro con el pasar del viento, las palabras que debía decir no salían de mi boca, es más, no sabía que palabras debía decir.DolorII8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Así luego de un fúnebre y extendido silencio, por f
The Thing About ClichesI.The Thing About Cliches7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys, and drugs.
Wed find footprints in the sand and read angels into them. Wed collect rejected roses, tarnished rings, and hopeful held breaths where the tides washed them up, tie them up with ribbon, and cork it all away for someone else to worry about.
This is not a romance either.
So instead I baked coffee cake while it rained, and picked the wee
Autumn LoveAs the light rain drips against the window,Autumn Love6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see a dim ray of sunshine,
Now I start to think of you and our love at first sight,
That was a peaceful September day, the day you became mine,
I am not concerned of being stuck inside all day,
For your heart is with me and my heart is with you,
Forever I could stay inside just knowing that you love me,
And I love you too.
The weather changes for the best though,
As the skies clear the birds come out to sing songs of sweet melody,
While I walk up to you and slowly embrace you I listen to our hearts and hear,
Our hearts beating in harmony, while the way you hold me signifies your fidelity.
Secure in knowing our assured love,
I whisper into your ear this autumn day,
And tell you I love you more than anything,
And I already know I love you too is what you are going to say
Good and Evil in The WorldOn earth you must decide whether to follow good or evil. The heart good goes to heaven while the evil to hell; so therefore the is is black and white and both elements exist, and within these lays gray. The world is not good or evil, but bothGood and Evil in The World6 years ago in Open More Like This
Visiones- ¿A dónde vamos?Visiones8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
- A ningún lado
- ¿A qué te refieres?
- ¿A dónde van los vivos?
- A ningún lado, están vivos.
- Exactamente. Y ¿A dónde van los muertos?
- Depende de sus acciones en vida, al cielo o al infierno.
- Oh! Ya veo, recurres a una creencia popular, a la creencia de la iglesia católica y a la religión cristiana, está bien, vamos dirigirnos por ese camino entonces, de acuerdo a eso ¿Cómo clasificas a alguien que camina entre los vivos sin tener vida, pero no está muerto?
- Exactamente es lo mismo que me he preguntado por años, desde el momento en que me convertiste en esto, hasta hoy, que vuelves a vivir.
- ¡Ja! ¿Vuelvo a vivir? Entiéndelo, nunca estuve muerto ¿Cómo matas a alguien que ya está muerto, pero aun camina entre los vivos? ¿Cómo puede morir alguien que su alma está tan podrida que ni siquiera el mismo averno se atreve a aceptarla? &
A Night with an AngelIt is hard for me say the exact moment when my heart; knew it would do anything for you.A Night with an Angel8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I do know that on that first night I felt the love of an angel that came from you.
Was it that night when in your eyes, I saw an angels light shine so true.
Looking at you on that night my senses, went numb as you smiled.
That first time you held my hand, resting your head on my shoulder as we left my heart skipped a beat.
Was it that moment this crime was committed; was in that moment when my heart became a victim to a crime of theft?
On that night as we went to hear music and dance; I could not help but to stare, as I hung on every word you said.
You were nervous to meet my friends, but I assured you that you would be welcomed by all.
With you standing by my side, I walked proud and tall,
Knowing I had you by my side.
Could it have been when we stepped out to smoke, and you grabbed me holding me in your angelic arms?
I knew in that moment I would protect you from all harms.
Yes on that Septem