I Was ArmedI was armed. I was prepared. I had everything I needed to take out the evil lurking in there. I was Rambo, the Terminator, Sherlock Holmes and Martha Stewart combined into one. My hair was in a handkerchief, my clothes were old and ratty, I was barefoot. I was prepared.I Was Armed6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I was a goner. In the battle of me vs. my room, I didnt stand a chance.
It started out easy. Thanksgiving was coming, and since I was away at college, and had been adopted as the group Mom for all of my friends (and I was the only one who could cook), the responsibility for hosting dinner fell to me. Everyone else would help pay, but it would be made by me, at my house. The only problem was, my house was in not shape for Thanksgiving company.
I wasnt always such a messy person. My mother still swears to this day that when I was little, I was the cleanest child in the neighborhood. But somehow, in my teenage years, all that changed.
I became a slob.
Not a true slob, mind you. I cannot live in my o
Fourteenth of the SecondI will always hate the second month of the year. I will hate all of its twenty-eight days, its twenty-ninth whenever a leap year comes along, even today, the fourteenth. I hate this month so much that I will not even speak its cursed name, for it is the month in which my world was transported from Earth to Hell.Fourteenth of the Second7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know today isnt meant to be a day of hate. I know its meant to be the opposite. I know its meant to be the celebration of ultimate affection to one another. But I cannot feel like that, not when everything I had cared for all my life had vanished in an inferno that was beyond human comprehension.
A week has passed, but the carnage has continued.
Im standing in the wreckage of my house. Like all the houses in our street, and in most of the town, what are left are just razed ruins. I make my way through what used to be the hallway, finally stumbling across the kitchen. Mum used to do a lot of baking here. She used to tease my terrib
blame the sandmandear paradise girl:blame the sandman6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have seaweed in your hair
and your eyes are painted with mother-of-pearls.
the sand between your toes
has crusted over
and when i place my head against your chest,
because i can't find a heartbeat.
and you laugh,
a clogged-up gurgle,
because you know that i've forgotten what you're made of.
you don't have a pulse.
i hear the rhythm of blue waves beneath your skin.
dear paradise girl:
you have crabs clipped to your earlobes
and you wear seagull feathers for a dress.
there are blue-kelp tattoos across your shoulders
and a ring of suction-cup stars around each ankle,
and when you move,
you move like water.
and when you wrap your arms around me,
i draw back in fear
because your skin molds to mine like mud...
and you grin,
a snaggle-toothed vision,
because you know i've forgotten once again.
your skin is cool and clammy
and i can't stand to hug you
anymore than i can chew on sand.
dear paradise girl:
you're crying grains of salt
and the b
Breaking Free for Love-100 T.Breaking Free for Love-100 T.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we sleep where the sun worships your touch,
where the moonbeams
and midnight silhouettes
and words disappear
beneath the strokes of your fingertips painting skin.
was that promise true, my love?
the one you grazed
across my neck at dawn?
you light up my fantasies with kisses
as you catch my eye
with two whispering looks,
and i guess i must have lingered
SeasonIn the somber autumn silence theres a song upon the breezeSeason6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pouring from the amber forest, like a symphony of trees
Can you hear how they are singing?
Through those sanguine pillars ringing
Natures requiem is soaring, roaring up in full reprise
Its a chorus of the dying; its a choir of the damned
And the death-knells ringing out lament their passing close at hand
Can you hear the leaves are falling?
Can you hear their spirits calling?
Their enthralling anthem falters as they force their final stand
Now the final leaves are plucked away by winters whipping wind
All the colors of the forest slowly by the snow worn thin
Though by mist and cold encumbered
Thrive does nature here, not slumber
Midst a vast and frozen wasteland life refuses to rescind
Down from leaden sieves it drifts and paints the ground in pallid hues
Alabaster mist so fine it into everything intrudes
Not a death, a resurrection
Natures renaissance through flexion;
time-spinning, frail organsdecembertime-spinning, frail organs6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i signed the form today, the dark clouds beyond your window--swollen with rain, bruising the sky--echoing the mood trapped behind closed doors. at six, i took your bandaged hand--careful, dear, you told me six months ago. don't bump the i.v.--and whispered goodbye with my tears. i whispered my secrets before you let yourself go.
do you remember growing up? we were twenty-four, fresh out of college, and you were beautiful. your crimped-up, decked-out, rust-red-tinted hair smelled of black licorice markers and cups of chai tea. i buried myself in its webs that night. begged you to take me away.
and you did, love. the sway of your hips kissing mine stopped the world, and for ten seconds, i forgot what you told me. for a moment, i forgot you were already moving on.
your eyes were yellow, feverish, the frailty of your failing organs much too
AwokenIn my head it rains when you're awayAwoken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But when you're here it pours
I'm really not sure if you should stay
I'm no longer yours
But maybe we're better off this way
No more you and me
You broke my heart
It was never meant to be
I think it's time for us to depart
That's what I'm starting to see
Doesn't matter how hard I try
I just cant forget you
The thought of you makes me cry
Now that I know we're through
I find myself wanting to die
Maybe I'm better off pretending
Thinking that I never met you
So I wont have to pretend
That your feelings were true
Then maybe my heart would mend
But without you here
My heart is forever broken
I am consumed by fear
My inner demon has awoken
The Drivers DanceA quick glance in the rearview mirror confirms that it's still there, the silver car, gliding through the dark streets behind me. And with every looming roundabout, we ski forwards on smooth cool rubber, skimming the curves elegantly.The Drivers Dance6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the red lights, the golden streetlamp spills over the car easing to a halt behind me. The driver is illuminated, hinting at the frame of a man, an arm propped casually against the steering wheel.
When amber hits green, we both indicate, simultaneously choosing the left path, and swinging our metal hips that way.
Through urban straights and country twists, he follows, keeping a respectable distance, casually trailing my tracks in the rain. Our driving dance is intricate, mapping miles of uncovered ground, minutes and hours sailing by. I wonder if, like me, his destination is uncertain. If the beginning of his journey was like mine.
We travel like this for over an hour, equal speeds, equal minds. A two car camel train, perusing the deserts of a tarmac st
those pesky elves--100 T.under the rainbow,those pesky elves--100 T.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
three bad little elves
play cops and robbers
and make fools of themselves.
they guard a large pot
to the brim filled with gold
and play hide-and-seek...
or so we are told.
but don't fall for the trick!
take a look at that cloud.
it's edges are too even,
the rainbow, too loud!
swipe at your eyes;
is doubt setting in?
blink, blink, once more!
and now, look again.
the gold pot is missing,
the cloud lonely and bare.
but where did the elves go?
well, they were never there.
Joy.We had been shooting down stars with harpoon guns since before we knew what we could do and howling at the moon before we knew that it was calling back. You slept under your own silver midnight on the opposite side of the universe while I woke up to empty houses and hospital stays. Age wasn't something you measured until you could open your eyes without seeing her face.Joy.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe we didn't grow up so far apart after all, our childhoods blending together like your tears in the ocean. The mother's we couldn't reach, the father's we never knew; sometimes you feel too much like a reflection of everything I've tried to forget to possibly be just some other lost teenager who believes he's misunderstood.
But believe me, I know you feel alone.
I know you still dream about the blue of her eyes and the texture of her old sweaters. And when you're alone at night, I know you search the sky for shooting stars to wish her back to you.
But I wonder if you remember anything more than butterfly kisses and
disjointed lovers--collabshe wears her hair in her eyesdisjointed lovers--collab6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hides her teeth
she calls them,
with a flair in the front)
behind the palms of her hands.
and it drives him crazy
because when she laughs,
she covers it with a cough
and she never raises her voice.
of weeds in the crooks of his elbows
and stars in the depths of his grin,
but he just doesn't understand her.
she cries over wilting roses
and dissects teddy bears for the stuffing inside,
but she never searches for a heart in the mess.
she never searches for love,
and he wonders if maybe
she doesn't realize that she should.
He laughs at the graveyard of teddy bears
as he holds her in his arms, trying to
understand all of her whispers.
Wanting her to notice him differently
(through love-struck eyes and
But he notices the tears she
fails to hide underneath her bangs
and the ways
she constantly hides her unique
and lovely teeth from his gazes.
He wants to give her all his
georgiaWhen they hanged the black man from Roopville, my mama burnedgeorgia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the white curtains in the house and buried the ashes under a rattleweed,
and said He will send the teeth of beasts upon them.
Then those Clifford boys strung their shoelaces
together and rolled their sisters Kewpie in mud
and left her swinging from a yellow poplar;
you wouldnt think honey could roll so slowly in the middle of summer
but then you remember that honey aint sweat, and it sure aint blood.
And you could hear the bees for days.
They hanged that man for resting his chin on fence of a woman
whose husband used to hold her head
under bathwater, while he dyed his brown shoes unrecognizable.
(A couple years later, that ladys husband caught some guilt
between his collarbones, and choked to death on the Flint River,
the same year all those folks died in a shar
Gay PrideGay Pride10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In honour of Pride month, I decided to send out a message to my homophobic generation. The following are dialogues I have heard/had with people my age. The words not in quotes are just my thoughts on the exchange.
"Who here is against gays having the right to marry?"
Michael raises his hand.
"Ok Michael, can you tell us why?"
"'Cause, it's nasty."
Real articulate. I find you nasty, should your right to live be taken away because of it?
"My favourite character in the Lord of the Rings movies? Legolas."
"I liked him too, until I heard the actor that plays him his gay. Then I just lost all respect for him."
I just lost all respect for you.
"How am I a homophobe?"
"Are you scared of gays?"
It is not fucking contagious. If you can admit your fear is irrational, fine. But don't use the word gay in a negative context because you have psychological problems.
"Gays marrying? That's just wrong, its totally wrong."
"Why do you say that?"
Education is a GunEducation is a gun. When you first pick it up, you may not be sure how to use it. You may not be aware of its potential. Heck, you might not even know what the point of it is.Education is a Gun6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But gradually, you will learn. You will learn how to hold it and marvel its body, so mechanical yet so full of life. You will learn to load it, hearing the bullets of knowledge click past your ears. The noise will scare you at first, and doubt will assail your thoughts. Are you really good enough to wield it?
Eventually you learn to cock the gun. The readiness, the excitement that bubbles from the gun makes you smile. At last, you are in control. Your teacher then asks you to point at the target. A boy grins at you. You recoil; you can't shoot a child, surely. Then the child transforms. It becomes square-ish, box-like; it becomes a TV. Propaganda blares out from suited leaders, deluding hundreds of poor, illiterate people clinging to hope rather than fact.
Your teacher steps in and utters the word.
Butterflies...Our lives are filled with ButterfliesButterflies...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In moments that we seize
They guide us with our heart and soul
Placing themselves in our memories
In days so dark we find them there
We feel them midst our pain
Guiding us to all tranquility
Till we are whole again
We see them in each golden day
They flutter strong and true
Each one more glorious than the next
Their colours a vivid hue
Our laughter guides each Butterfly
To peace and harmony
To place them amongst the flowers
To dance in reverie
Such gentle creatures as they fly
Their silence creating calm
We watch them with surprise and mirth
A cool and soothing balm
Butterflies are our gifts from God
To show us all the light
To guide us in our daily quest
Turning what is wrong to right
So next time you see a Butterfly
Treat this creature with your love
Filling all your memories with their beauty
As they flutter up above
tomorrow's headlines--c.i froze last night,tomorrow's headlines--c.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dull eyes filled with white noise
and the chaos of moving forward
as your departing words tore my smile to shreds.
in my heart,
raindrops turned to icicles
and my oxygen fled the scene,
turning my numb lips dark blue.
and i can only imagine
the headlines of the morning's news:
love turns girl into a popsicle.
rescuers still trying to melt her veins.
the cure to one goodbye
said much too soon.
I froze like a deer in headlights
It was all a little too perfect
All a little too well planned
Your voice was too steady
Too fucking steady
My breath was sucked out of me
I wanted to roll into a ball
I would be the main attraction
People would travel moons to see me
Curled in a ball slowly rocking back and forth
Back and forth
people would come from miles
to watch me shatter,
watch my eyes fill,
watch me bleed myself dry of words...
and they'd all know
that it's because of you.
i froze last night,
but not from the cold of snow
UglinessUgliness6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
i am walking alone, deaf and blind, feeling nothing. no one is here to help me, to hold me, to tell me that all will be well. it is endless night, no hope of dawn.
there is one person who should take my hand and lead me through. instead, he is ahead of me, dousing the torches, blowing out the candles, holding down the sun.
Change, he says. Change, and the light will return.
i am afraid of the dark. i am afraid of being alone. i am afraid.
so i change.
light returns, but it is dim. a fog blocks my way. i can't see the path, but i know there is a cliff on either side of it.
Change, he says. Change, and the fog will disappear.
i am afraid of falling. i am afraid of landing. i am afraid.
so i change.
the fog lifts, but rocks bar the way. i cannot pass. there is no way around, no way over, no way through.
Change, he says. Change, and the r
Under Construction-100 T.Under Construction-100 T.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you put a sign up yesterday.
"heart currently under construction.
sorry for any inconvenience."
the words settled into my gut
like sapphires at the bottom of an ocean;
how could you be hurting so badly
when you only gave it to me a month ago?
i wonder if the mask you wear to bed
matches the show you put on at dawn.
do your eyes still glow
a feral yellow-secret-hue
or do you dismiss me at the door
because you're afraid of what i'll see
when the stars collide?
i'm begging you to yank me around.
at least then,
your walls will budge beneath the weight
and i'll recognize some part of you
just kiss me once.
i promise not to cry when you let go,
i just want to see emotion in your eyes.
i begged for you to let me in.
and for a minute,
the door opened just a bit wider
and i caught a glimpse of red over your shoulder
before you snapped the door into place again.
that it was your heart peeking my way.
abandoned toy witnesses-T.abandoned toy witnesses-T.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
just listen. the children are playing again. a girl, blond hair in a bow and curled into ringlets, talks to a stuffed bear. that bear, with the denim jeans and a tear near his thread-and-lace heart. she tells him of dreaming and running away. when mom and dad scream, the little girl's mouth puckers and she closes her eyes and holds the bear tighttighttight, until he's almost bursting at the seams. that bear, with the heart-button shoes and a lock of blond hair in his paw? he watched every thing, but he'll never tell. he only spoke to the child.
her brother, a replica of herself in boy's clothing, chases robots and balls across the vast room. when he gets bored, he pulls out his yo-yo. that one, with green string and black plastic bobbles? yes, it's his favorite. he walks the dog and goes 'round the world, but he hasn't figured out how
Random Murderhe said, "i am crushed."Random Murder6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i put the car in reverse.
now, he is flattened.
he said, "my heart's dead."
i aimed the gun at his chest.
now, his heart's holy.
he said, "i don't cry."
i gave him the knife. his eyes
are red with onion.
he said, "forever."
i sent him a gift card and
wrote, "you mean never."
he cried, "i love you!"
i threw a stick and waited.
he never came back.
he screamed, "it's over!"
i hid my smile. i had
already left him.
he asked, "how could you?"
i showed him my secrets and
let him walk away.