LORELEILORELEI4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call, I sail
with clipper-ship speed:
the wind and I drawn by your song -
soft as the gentlest zephyr
[piccolo, flute, Aeolian harp]
and loud as a cumulonimbus crack
resistance is futile, nor is it desired
On, on towards the lurking deep
where, Davy-Jone'd, the sundered
bones lie scattered: my cutter slices
through the skin of miles and waves,
parts the surf of years and lives,
ever on until the ribbed and rocky reef
claims another wreck, and at last, lifeless,
I fail to hear the plaintive note
imbue your siren song.
Sing on, my Lorelei,
for a time will come upon a time
and a life upon a life
when I will flee the vessel's wreck
and scale your stony walls
and there, my love, with one deep kiss
on your sweet lips
I'll stop your song
And claim my bride
pistol priesti want a dance that destroys the dancerpistol priest4 years ago in Open More Like This
as if he is wrapped in barbed wire and as he spins
he is gently shredded, unraveled like a piece of
yarn or a piece of clothe or a young smile
stopped at the corners of a mouth
as a bud. cut as he dances
i want air like a razor, a song like a knife
an imagination that limits heaven to a smile
imagine that as i dance my legs unravel
around you. around this silence
and religion people, like so many
beings i know. i want this dance.
i want it in me like a mountain
down by the roadway railway
in my churches vestibule
i place my hands on your head
and you fall down a foot
and your hair is smooth as silver
the shaft of a gun.
imagine that this flower peels me
each time i see you are older
and i am more and more gone
each time i see you my mouth is heavy
with my dissipation and the dance in me
is a spiral, the hand on me pushes me in
a circle rasping, be healed! be healed
but you are but a broken creature
telling me about healing?
i feel your pistol wel
EndlessI am staringEndless4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at a clock
but the time
are the hours'
I am staring
out a window
and my vision
I see the
I see the
and yes those
I am staring
at a bed that
is always empty
except for me;
but still I see
you in my dreams
We know where
each other are
yet we are still
-Brian Shuffett/Dawn ?
October 25th, 2009 (original)/ June 11th, 2010 (collaboration)
The hopless angelNo one liesThe hopless angel6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No one speaks.
When he's around
No one breaths.
Astonished by his will and power.
The reckless hearts he will devor.
Creeping in the darkness of an innocent mind.
Living alone because he cannot find
A bird to fill his cage
A song to soothe his rage
A rose with small thorns
Someone to open the door.
To afraid to be rejected.
His wings hide him from the toxic lies
But there is a price, for he slowly dies.
Away from the sanity he slowly drifts.
Until one day, God gave him a gift.
The song to soothe his rage
The flawless rose
With an unending gaze
And a perfect pose
His bird in a cage
His unending tender lullaby
That swiftly sings
"Hush now, you will no longer die."
The Way You Want MeThe way i send electricity down your spineThe Way You Want Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i kiss your neck
The way you jump
when i blow into your ear
The way you arch your back
when it is carressed by my nails
The way you close your eyes and breathe deeply
when i push my pelvis into yours
The way you giggle
when i gaze into your eyes
The way it sooths you
when you suck on my finger
The way you taste
when i kiss your sweet lips
The way you want me
when i want you.
edoraedoraedora8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I drew a heart with my name in it,
And my name in it,
I've not been kissed in quite some time.
Outside, the smell of England
In my chest, the cold grip
Of remembrance passed me by.
Poppies pinned to the heart
Like butterflies, or a gouge
Of a bullet hole passed straight through.
Gunpowder; what does it know
Of love, of flesh, of moonlight on sand,
Or what it is to be sad?
I've never seen the sunset
In the arms of a lover,
I've never been hugged.
But I can draw, I can draw a gun
More powerful than the emotions,
A sunrise, a tranquil sea, eternity, edora, edora.
Fall far awayThe worst decisions,Fall far away5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have the best intentions
Every day it becomes more apparent,
the blackness in peoples hearts.
The backstabbing, the hate,
I'm not quite sure where to start.
The people that are there for you,
ready to catch you if you fall.
Then one day they're gone,
they just don't care at all.
Reminds me of you,
how you help me through,
then just toss me away to rot.
Look at me,
look into my eyes.
Maybe something will click,
or maybe not,
I've had enough of it.
Fall far away,
down in the alley crowded with shadows.
I'll watch you drift into oblivion,
a black hole or something similar.
Dumpsters flooded with crimson,
dead emotions floating along in them.
Tip the dumpsters and flood the alley,
bury you in an unknown valley.
With the Strength of a Child His ripped shirt is barely visible in the dust and smoke. He kneels in the rubble, bloody faded jeans loose on his hips, tan skin lined with ragged cuts and bruises underneath. Long dark hair, now dusty white and matted with blood, ripples in the wind like a tattered flag of surrender.With the Strength of a Child4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He can't feel the pain.
Broken jaws whisper of sadness.
Broken voices scream of loss.
And his broken eyes turn toward the ground, shadowed with fear and weakness. He clutches his head in scarring hands, ignoring the sharp debris biting his legs. He stares vacantly at the cracked concrete lying in the dust.
He can't see it at all.
Young eyes glisten with tears.
RiverYour movements always amaze meRiver4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hypnotic trances you put me in.
Your dancing fluid, sometimes graceful
Moves my soul within.
But your soul's an ever mystery
A dark current I'll never see.
For today and never
Will I let myself drown in thee.
I'll let you ease my pain.
I'll let you heal my wounds.
But I'll never allow you to engulf me
Or claim me for your own.
I will always be your watcher.
I will never be your friend.
I will never allow you, dear one,
To drown my strength within.
Javert's Stars: a Les Mis PoemJavert's Stars: a Les Mis Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Javert
I am the cheife of police
I serve justice to criminals
who prey on the weak
One man has eluded
the fist of the law
Jean Valjean is his name
He is the devil incarnite
He knows his way in the night
He can hunt others in the dark
I search every shadow
I can not find a trace
Catching this Beast
Is like catching smoke
He slips thrugh my fingers
and stawks the inocent
I hunt him thrugh years
I search thrugh all of France
But when ever i get a lead
he has moved ahead five steps
He is a sneeky rat
the scum of the world
he is filth in the streets
a stain in society
I will catch him some day
I will never stop hunting
I shall search fo eternaty
I shall see justice done
The man is wise
he knows me well
he knows the way i think
this helps him to hide
Jean Valjean and I
our relationship is strange
we are like two lovers
caught in a game
I make an advance
he counters with great force
I get him in my grasp
he eludes me with tenderness
This man makes me mad
he peirces my soul
Unburied Dead Chap 6 ExcerptUnburied DeadUnburied Dead Chap 6 Excerpt4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 6 excerpt
The conversation progressed pleasantly over dinner as both Mrs. Warren and the doctor shared modest commentaries, each about their published works, and the direction of the Society and Spiritualism in general. The meal was nearly at an end when Emeline considered making a gentle change of subject. As yet nothing had been discussed in particular about the research that had been originally requested; after all, it had been the reason for their meeting and dinner invitation. She wanted to know beforehand what was expected, not being given to open her late husband's collection purely for curiosity's sake, much less for unscrupulous gain. To approach the matter slowly, she thought it best to inquire as to when it was Mr. Fisch first came into the doctor's employ, thereafter leading to the primary topic. Before she could utter a word, Mr. Fisch, sitting opposite at table, looked up from
Two LoversTwo lovers sleeping by the fire,Two Lovers4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Warm light upon their faces.
The chill outside is ten below;
They dream of sunny places.
Two lovers sitting by the creek
Beneath a willow tree;
A soft breeze playing with their hair,
And through the grassy lea.
Two lovers dreaming in the shade
With violets in their hair,
And honeysuckles in the grass,
And on each kiss they share.
Two lovers running in the rain,
Their fingers twined together;
Soaked to the skin but smiling still
Regardless of the weather.
Prince of Liars 5Prince of Liars 5Prince of Liars 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The only image in Javert's clouded mind was that shadow. Hulking, heavy, with burning red eyes, it waited to be recognized.
"Who are you?" The Inspector's thoughts were inspired more of irritation than curiosity. "What do you want?"
"You know what I am." it replied. "I do not exist outside of you. I am your creation, and now, your master."
"You do not exist at all. I deny you. You have nothing to do with me."
"Then why are you speaking to me? Why am I answering?"
"You are an impossibility. The product of delirium."
"I assure you, I am as real as you are, and you would do well to accept that fact."
book 2 pt 60There and Back 60book 2 pt 604 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tweety birds. Somewhere, chirping in the distance-- just like in the cartoons when characters get conked in the head-- but these sounded far away.
There were voices, too.
Familiar voices, whispering encouragement.
"She's waking up."
Yeh, I was.
I had a headache like you wouldn't believe and a pain in my shoulder that wouldn't quit-- which assured me that I was still alive, at least. I opened my eyes a little and tried to focus. Oh my God-- had I gone-- home???
"Anybody get the number of that truck?" I groaned. Blurry faces leaned over me, which I soon recognized as Laroche and Javert. Praise the lord I was still in Toulon Prison! But I as
book 2 pt 62There and back 62book 2 pt 624 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Later that evening, after Javert returned, Laroche promised he would come to change the bandage. However, by that time I was already struggling with some disturbing thoughts.
It was wonderful to see the Captain in such a good mood. The relief of having all our troubles well behind us was evident in his happy face and buoyant spirit. He took off his coat and loosened his cuffs, chattering non-stop and sat on the bed to talk about his day. Such a good little suburbanite husband, straight out of 1950s TV! It was easy to keep my end of the conversation upbeat, with his sweet smile and occasional gentle kisses--- must not over stimulate the patient, he teased. Then Laroche arrived and went to work.
I leaned against the Captain's broad shoulder for support, while he assured me everything would be well. I knew t
book 2 THE ENDThere and Back 63book 2 THE END4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am afraid I was a less than happy bed partner that night.
I didn't mean to disturb him, but he was a darling through it all. The pain in my shoulder increased, and it was difficult to get comfortable. He let me fuss and gently kept his arms at the ready, to embrace and soothe when I would for the moment quiet down. He would kiss my hair, whisper of his affection, give comfort and support, and not complain at all when I would begin to fuss again.
I was getting feverish as well, and I knew by morning things would prove to be worse.
The Captain rose before dawn, dressed, and sent for Laroche, as if the doctor could do anything but nod and agree to the seriousness of my condition. I lay on my stomach this time, with my nightshirt off one arm, as he carefully cut away the stained and bloodied cotton gauze. Jav
book 2 pt 58There and back 58book 2 pt 584 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Javert was livid-- his eyes widened at my unwanted and abrupt entrance.
He-- and this Madame Gerard-- were sitting at a table, which was intended to replace the 'tampered' one. There was a cloth over it, and arranged on this were cards.
What I think were Tarot cards, in some sort of fortune-telling spread. I sighed in relief and almost laughed-- no wonder the secrecy!
"Madame Gerard, I apologize for this unfortunate interruption." Again those coal black eyes focused on me. "What do you think you're doing?? And where is Larue? I gave explicit orders--"
"Yes, sir. I know, sir." I came to attention as well as I could. "I had to subdue him, when he refused to let me by. He'll come to eventually." Hopefully no more
book 2 pt 54There and back 54book 2 pt 544 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watching the pair dance, I was convinced they were having a good time. Well, they were chatting, and actually smiling a bit. A relief to me, as Gabe was naturally more 'biologically' suited to entertain and court Louise. Oh, not that I expected things to come to that, but there was always hope.
"He has always been rather shy." Javert whispered to me as we watched.
"Who? Gabe??" That was certainly news to me.
"Certainly. He's never approached a young lady, and to my knowledge has never danced. I'm afraid he hasn't much time for socializing."
"Probably because he's devoted to you, you know."
Javert looked at me with a strange little grin.
book 2 pt 52There and Back 52book 2 pt 524 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The lieutenant was particularly annoying; asking questions, looking alternately amazed and relieved-- I think the performance moved him into the number 1 spot, for a suspect, for all of us. Or maybe it was just me really reading into it so I would be proven right on my gut instinct. I could then claim 'woman's intuition' and the boys would be impressed. Or not.
There was some other miscellaneous conversation-- again, the woman! Dubois' sister had not as yet arrived, and it was her promised attendance that had set me off in a fit a few days earlier. Damn, I was still jealous?? I'd spent a night with Javert and we confessed love for each other-- why should I be jealous of another woman? And whoever she was, I could take her in a fair fight .. Javert was cool. He nodded, and said he was looking forward to seeing her again, and Dubois went away.
I also fi
book 2 pt 48There and Back 48book 2 pt 484 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No doubt about it-- it was going to be a day of touch and go. None of us could have guessed how far we would be forced to go before it was over.
The doctor greeted us warmly, and it should be noted that the Captain was actually smiling-- a little-- when we emerged.
"Good morning, Captain." he nodded pleasantly. "I see there have been no ill effects of the poison for any of you."
"Quite right. We'll have the offending object taken out and burnt as a precaution-- though it has been thoroughly washed and covered for safety's sake. Any luck?"
"Hmm? Oh, the poison. Nothing much, except concluding it was as we suspected, a concoction of various types, all rather common-- lethal in combination by half. Someone went to great lengths to create a supremely deadly mix
Book 2 pt 41There and Back 41Book 2 pt 414 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was wonderfully, delightfully, blissfully trapped! He kept his hand on my neck, and our lips pretty much locked-- but I became distracted.
My arm was in water, up to my elbow-- my sleeve was starting to get wet, as if that mattered! But he was guiding my hand down along that lovely chest, across the flat of his stomach, toward parts .as yet unknown.
And I freaked!
ME!! I'm usually the one to CAUSE freakage!! Instead, I was now the freakee!
I locked my elbow and shook my head, still kissing. Oh, not that I didn't want to take that particularly plunge-- far from it! If I had my way, his 'virtue would have been compromised' nights ago! Damn him!! I couldn't go through with this without---
Book 2, pt 42There and back 42Book 2, pt 424 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And so, you require a pronouncement from me, concerning my motives and personal interest?" He had such a way with words. No horizontal lexicon in HIS library, that's for sure. I cringed to imagine how a woman might have to file all the appropriate paperwork before he would consent to intimacy
----"By article C, sub heading 14, you will be required to keep use of your tongue to a minimum, and only in the areas as shown in Figure 7, unless given permission by counter command, as described in paragraph 25, article F, which will invalidate prior restriction for the length of the engagement. And at no time, for any reason whatsoever, are you to take hold of my sideburns! Now, sign here, and here, and initial there. You are at ease pending request approval."--- Delete! Delete!
"I suppose would be acceptable. And I was, i
A Successful ShaveThe black-coated gentleman sat down in the chair stiffly, his hat on his knees. Stubble coated the bulwark of a chin that jutted at Mr. Todd like a weapon. Hard to see the throat, m'sieur, with your collar all buttoned up like that. Like a bit of throat, we do.A Successful Shave4 years ago in Historical More Like This
He flapped his cloth with a little flair. "What can I do for you, then, sir?" Shave and a haircut, is it? Bit of cream, bit of cologne, bit of power? The man looked like police, and Mr. Todd knew a copper when he saw one.
"A shave," the deep voice was nothing but a rasp, and the piercing eyes which would probably have seen blood stains on the scrubbed clean floor normally were sunken and hollow. This gentleman policeman was tired. So damn tired. "Please." It was a gruff after thought.
"But of course." The razor fit into his palm, and Sweeney Todd felt the fulness of his soul at the scent of blood again. "What is your name, M'sieur?"
Silence. A soft snore from the corpse in the chair.
Strangely enough, Mr. Todd felt bereft of his
book 2 part 40There and Back 40book 2 part 404 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well, why not?
Javert had no qualms walking in on me while I was taking a bath, when we'd first met. Time for payback.
I grabbed the bucket and opened the bedroom door before he had time to object. He looked up, thoroughly startled---- from one of his borrowed books, by the way. He slammed the volume closed and pitched it over the side of the tub to the floor, as I carted the bucket toward the water closet.
"Mademoiselle! If you don't mind!"
"I don't mind, sir. Just following orders."
Funny how fast I went from 'Charles' to 'Mademoiselle'. I suspect it had something to do with his lack of trousers. He sank down low in the water as I disappeared into the WC and emptied the bucket down the drain. When I emerged, he ha