Wicked WomanWicked woman.Wicked Woman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Luscious tinted lips, long black nails, legs for days.
Small waist, an ass you could grope, hips you could slide off, tits you could nuzzle.
Thigh high stockings, black lingerie, pale skin; except for the love bruises.
She smokes as though she’s flirting with death.
She stares as though she holds all your secrets.
She folds her legs as though they hold bliss between them.
Her silence speaks volumes –– her presence is loud.
Her long hair swinging over her delicious curves, as she walks away with your heart in her hands; still beating.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Drinking with My DemonsIts my own reflection that mocks me nowDrinking with My Demons1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Freed from control some how
Maybe its the vodka that loosens my hold
maybe its the vodka that makes it grow bold
I wonder if it hates me, as much as I it?
God how much did I drink, I well beyond lit
The Demon stares me down, and delivers most villainous grin
He watches me slip into madness, and knows he will win
I struggle to stand as the room begins spinning
All I can picture is that monster grinning
And just as I begin to get my composure back
I notice the mirror has developed a crack
I frantically search the mirror for my double
yet he is missing, this must truly be trouble
Worried and shaking I quickly turn around
but just as I do the mirror produces a cracking sound
A hand reaches from the mirror into me
gripping my soul, it screams "set me free"
I feel the pull its dragging me in
and through my eyes I view all past sin
These last moments of life held on by a thread
and with the scissors of Judgement I will surely be dead
Is this my fate, Is
boys will be boysi was thirteen when my healthboys will be boys8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
teacher shrugged and said: "it
happens" in regards to rape.
he was a gym coach with a coffee
mug that read "world's best dad."
they gave me the one-in-three
statistic on a business card
during the half hour we talked about
sexual assault in class.
that number has become a top-heavy
fraction, though not top-heavy
the way boys like to hear of.
and i have learned that absolutely
no man will bend at the knees,
fold the way i have been told
to fold - for i have a flower
between my legs, and he has a snake.
i was taught to be lusted after
for my innocence, only to be tattooed
as guilty by a trial of my peers
in my high school lunch room.
my heart howls at the moon of knowing
i've had my phone number removed from
the contacts of those who loved me
before they dared to remove my rapist's.
the world may forever know me as impure
without looking at the hands of the boy
who touched me, without realizing that
they have dirt caked on their glasses.
and my war cries can
In The Name Of WARIn The Name Of WAR4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood mingled with debris
shower the scorched earth,
as deadly missiles rain down from above.
Amid the dark clouds,
death flies on wings of steel,
seeking bloodshed in the villages below.
"Fire when ready soldier!"
Soldier?? Ha !
You're not a soldier...
but a mere pawn in this devilish game.
Go on..."Bombs away!"
Let the earth be covered in blood.
Let war and destruction reign in this cursed land.
You want war?
I shall give it to you.
The price....your humanity and your very soul.
Bloody hell....that's what this is.
The hell you've created
with your own free will.
How do you like it now?
Families torn apart...
...it gets better still!
Whole villages whiped out!
Yet you want more!!!
Ha! Now the fun begins.
When is the next war? Tell me when!
I'll be there knocking at your door.
An angel of death
coming to drag you to hell!
You wanted bloodshed!
You wanted war!
NOW PAY FOR IT WITH YOUR LIFE!!!!:e
The Mighty FallThe Mighty Fall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky is stained with red
as the light dissappears over the horizon.......
Darkness covers the land.....
Shadows dance by the flickering flames,
as the survivors struggle to keep warm.
Blood dripping from their wounded bodies,
as they wish they were never born.
Biting cold winds claw at their flesh,
giving them little rest.
The rest of men have been destroyed,
and for all they know they're next.
The heavens look on in quiet dismay
as men pass on throughout the night.
Their bodies left behind, they escape.
Their wounded comrades left behind.
Darkness creeps into the survivors' hearts,
as their souls go under attack.
All hope is quickly stripped away
and replaced with saddness and fear.
Why taketh they another breath?
Why suffer they any longer.
Weapon in hand some kill themselves
the depression and fear much stronger.
Is there anyone yet alive...
among these fallen men?
Shall anyone survive...
this day that seemeth like hell.
The enemy closes in on them,
their hands stained red with w
The Heart Of A TreeElicia ran through the forest covered by the veil of the night and fog. Without been able to see the way she was running to arrive her destination. The dark, rustling path full of trees and branches was long as Elicia couldn’t tell and without knowing the directions she was blindly following he hoped to get as soon as she could to the place she wanted, only if she didn’t get lost.The Heart Of A Tree2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stepping on mud puddles that stained her dress with brown dirt she kept running across the forest, guided only by her instinct and her hope.
Hope, that was the key.
A cool breeze of the fresh air grazed her chest, almost making her fall but with the strength of the perseverance for reaching the place she wanted, she continued, until the weather turned chilling and the fog was less thick. She had arrived to that special place, a pretty special place…
In front of her, a big and giant, coarse tree stood with majesty, shinning little round lights in its naked, strong branches.
Wer ist der Weihnachtsmann?Hast du mir etwas mitgebracht?"Wer ist der Weihnachtsmann?4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Aber du bist doch der Weihnachtsmann..."
Hast du aber gesagt."
Nein. Ich habe gesagt, dass es den Weihnachtsmann nicht gibt."
Und woher kommen dann die ganzen Geschenke?"
Hab ich dir auch gesagt."
Dann bist du also der Weihnachtsmann!"
Nein, bin ich nicht."
Aber du holst doch alle Geschenke!"
Ja, für dich."
Und für Mahmut?"
Wer ist Mahmut?"
Mein Klassenkamerad. Mahmut!"
Kenn ich nicht."
Dann bekommt er also keine Geschenke?"
Was für eine Religion hat der denn?"
Der nimmt nicht an unserem Religionsunterricht teil..."
Aha. Ausländer also. Dann kriegt er kein Geschenk."
Aber Oma ist doch auch nicht in Deutschland geboren..."
Damals war's aber Deutschland."
Und nur, weil Mahmut nicht an unserem Religionsunterricht teilnimmt, beko
my eyes cannot seeI'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me --my eyes cannot see1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims.
Make me a promise here tonight: love like a tidal wave.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous,
and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere.
I'll stop the whole world from turning into a monster
and eating us alive, but I'm not the villain,
despite what you're always preaching.
No escape from the truth and the weight of it all,
I am caught in the web of a lie.
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well, now that you're gone, the world is ours.
Dreamless in early graves, I never want it to be this way.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The chemicals will bring you home again --
you don't have to believe me,
but don't take too long;
I hear them calling,
and they're getting stronger.
My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd,
and this is my reaction to everything I fear,
'cause I've been going crazy.
Hope.Hope.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I do not need it-
Not the unabridged version
The Cliff's Notes will do.
hallucinationsheat waves don't caress youhallucinations1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like ocean breezes; they
like two-year old
on their bellies,
foaming flames at the mouth.
the only romantic thing
is how she seems to fly
like a mustang
across the sun-soaked
and into the kool-aid blue
she is eight again
and burned a scarlet red
and she's asking if I believe
heaven is in that bright,
while she floats on her
back in the devil's light
"darlin, heaven is where
ice tea is an arm's length
and somehow her quiet laughter
presses through the fog
of a vaporized mind
and somehow her smile relaxes
the choke of afternoons in July
and somehow we are in the
kool-aid blue sky
drinking ice tea with angels
here the sweat does not tickle,
does not sting,
but glistens on our brows
Static after the heartsongRadio static,Static after the heartsong8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are bats in your beats
through screaming speakers
silently. It's hard,
to break yourself free
from head dance, from blood
itself. Sing a dance. Tune the mouth.
I watched words dangle off the vacant lips
of you, post-heart. Finish language now
or hold your pause forever.
a solo of wings across fluted wind
and you crescendo,
muffling the mechanical whir
of whizzing, wheezing white noise.
This plague's a symphony.
Bite love off Adam's stalk.
Our words died so long ago
black doves punctured holes into our trachea
and called it flute. It's noise in the past,
It's resonating with another's tongue at the start
I listen with ears,
with cracked shells making
the sound of whales wounded
as they tell the gospel
so quietly. Welcome to Envy Beach.
Take your drum sticks
and hit the golden oldies road, doll--
the milk you knocked back at dinner
left phlegm congealing the wound on your throat
Dripping RedHe was the perfect soldier, like a whiteDripping Red2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pawn on an inky board. Innocent fray:
'Unstained', they named the better man
Who swore to find the other side of Day.
He followed every order graven in
Cold stone. He never broke the dusty chains
Of honor, twisting close around his heart;
The iron singing thunder in his veins.
He dreamed about Tomorrow, the other
side of day. Tear-streaked morning never came,
Rain-washed. The only dawn was drowned in blood
And ringed in coiled dragons: rising flame.
The tide of blood that stained horizons, weep-
ing, splattered gently on his brittle face,
He buried, dead, in rushing water deep.
His hands were clean, without a traitor stain.
His men lie around him, dead at whispered last,
The light of life drains out behind their eyes;
(The clanging horrors of his dreams, cracked glass,
Were false. Despair in icy silence reigns.)
The only color left to him is red,
To mock brave, innocent and silent white:
An afterglow of symmetry he once
Believed could end the sc
Jean Pocket WeaponsYou hoard your emotions like weaponsJean Pocket Weapons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the pockets of your jeans,
pulling them out and dusting them off
when it suits you, when it's convenient,
when you're trapped between a rock
and a hard decision and you need
an excuse to run...but I wonder if you realize
you're only running from yourself.
me and youme.me and you2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ache. boring. cursed.
troll. ogre. faerie. nymph.
confide. dream. inspire.
alienH R Giger sat on his verandahalien3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drawing aliens, nasty and mean
little did he know
they dwelled in the snow
dreaming of licking his swiss bones clean
She Called Herself MidnightMy vixenShe Called Herself Midnight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the raven child
She sucks on clove cigarettes,
pausing to cough out flies and carbon.
She's as ugly as she's ever been,
gilded from glue and obsidian.
from raw meat.
Punctured“Car,” said the bicycle, “we need to talk.”Punctured7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Oh, Assembly-Robot. Oh, exhaust. It’s one of those talks, isn’t it?” said the car. “About our relationship.”
“Yes. The thing is…” The bicycle hesitated. “I think we both just need a bit more space.”
“Oh.” The car looked around the garage. “It does need a bit of a clear-out. They could get rid of that old TV for a start…”
“No. No,” said the bicycle. “I’m talking about emotional space.” It sighed. “We both knew this was coming. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a lot of fun. I really enjoy it when I’m strapped to your rack—”
“Will you keep your voice down,” said the car.
“—but anyone can see how well you’ve been getting along with the new moped. And sometimes… Sometimes I just feel like a third wheel.”
FF7 - Glass DesertMother leaves me by myself near the waxing tides, and promises to pick me up again after she's finished bathing in the waning sun. I enjoy the beach. There's a clean sense of salty freedom which basks me in its earthy aura as soon as I step onto the sea of sand. This is true especially on days like these, when the glow from the setting sun crumples the filmy surface of the ocean and riddles a prism of light through the water, not unlike an imprint fossilized in golden amber.FF7 - Glass Desert1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Every so often a tapestry of slimy seaweed floats to the shoreline, as if upchucked from the swirling broth it used to call home. The seaweed itself is home to a great number of other organisms, each weaved into an intricate pattern, morphing the algae into its own ecosystem. I witness this very event happen, and a saltwater crab emerges from the motley stew to inspect it. The crab finds nothing of interest, however, and retreats back into the murk.
I find dead crabs and their shells often on the beach, strewn and
depth, brea(d)thbreathe.depth, brea(d)th3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sigh fallen,
slipping from lips
and echoed ageless
etched as the stars
a study in catastrophe