Top Gear in School: Chapter.1"Louise! What do we have first?" Richard bellows into my ear. I spin around and glare at him evilly.Top Gear in School: Chapter.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We have English, and then double maths" I say in a rather calmly but with a deadly voice. He looks at me shyly, wary of my dangerous character.
"Come on, go get you books we're late already" I smile warmly, punching Richard softly on the arm.
"What do you mean by 'late already'?" he muses taking off his jacket and throwing it on top of the lockers.
"Its nine" I say calmly glancing at the time on my phone.
"Fuck!" he mutters, throwing his books out of his bag and then into his locker.
"Relax!" I say to him "it's Mr. Whelo. He won't give a damn"
"He doesn't give a damn if you're late because he likes you! He hates me!" Richard exclaims. I look up at the window on the ceiling of the social area remembering the huge argument Mr. Whelo and Richard had over how to sit properly in a chair.
"Did you do the homework?" I ask him and smirk when he bashes his head off the locker after remembering
2012--oops, false alarm"Repent, for the world is ending!"2012--oops, false alarm5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angry clouds ate away at the sky. The trees grappled with the punishing wind. A low rumble shook the innermost bowels of the earth.
The storm swelled up, as if to engulf the planet.
"False alarm. Time to set a new date."
one mans garbageone mans garbage9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
wonder what is happening to planet earth?
Roosevelt elk remains.
The "junk parts" after the poachers removed the antlers, and took the "bush meat". There are only 3000 of these elk left on my island, and this population has rebounded from almost being completely exterminated by hunting in the 20th century. The American population reached a critical level of 12 animals due to over hunting, their population is modestly on the rebound as well.
They are the largest of the elk weighing up to 1000lbs. The only deer larger is the moose.
There are a small number of licenses allotted each year to hunt these elk on vancouver island, it is done by lottery (they shouldn't be hunted at all, but money is more important than life as we all know.) However assholes who can't be bothered, can't win, or just don't give a fuck, poach the elk all the time.
I have come across many bone piles, sans antlers, sans the edible parts. Many with knife and saw marks.
I could be inspired to go into a long dia
Esther 5:10Once angelic, now there's bony protrusionsEsther 5:105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where her wings had resided,
she was outright tricked by profusions.
Her end fate was decided
before she'd been given time to think.
ImmortalityImmortalityImmortality6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To live forever
Past all brothers
Past all sisters
Past your mother
Past your father
Past all cousins
Past all aunts & uncles
Past all Grammas and Grandpas
Past all family
To live forever
Past all friends
Past all enemies
Past all teachers
Past all bosses
Past all teammates
Past all roommates
Past all classmates
Past all employees
Think about it
No one can kill you
You can kill them
You can know
Your enemy's kids
You can do all generations
Of your current girlfriend's girls
Doesnt that sound great?
You can watch
Your girl get old
And soon die
You can watch
Your family die
You can watch
Doesnt that sound great?
He is LifeHe is...He is Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Coffee coloured eyes brimming with warmth.
-Summer-sun tanned skin riddled with patterns of scars.
-Rebellious black-brown hair with a stubborn tendency to curl.
-Soft, plump lips with shy, happy smiles hiding behind them.
-Deep, dragging breaths with a constant longing to escape his lungs.
-Protruding ribs and hip bones with skin stretched tightly over them.
-Low vocal tones with fervent emotions edging every word.
-Velvet laughter with an unknown depth.
-Gentle embraces and kisses laced with urgent desire.
365 vignettes project(1)365 vignettes project4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have adopted two soul mantras. I can't tell you what they are. I guess keeping them secret has a secret in itself, one that belongs to the universe rather than to me, but the intentions are mine. If I don't say what they are directly though, then I don't think I am breaking the secret. I visualise a running river, moving clouds, falling petals, growing buds, observing sunrises and sunsets, ducks, cats, wind chimes. I hear in my thoughts rain hitting everything, what that sounds like against tree bark, concrete, a car roof, a wooden verandah.
We are as a fire. The smoke rises and becomes of little consequence. It colours the air, twists into shape like moments, and dissipates. We are not the smoke, we are the fire. The smoke should always fall away, it is no use in holding on to what has already burnt out. We are as the fire.
It is not then. It is not even now. The moment has already passed.
There is no moon out. I cut out a white paper moon and held it to
Intimacy GlaresThis is an ideal way, theIntimacy Glares6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only way to look at you:
With six feet between us
And a lamp like a halo
On the shelf above you
As it obscures
Your delicate, soft face,
And bathes your beard
In a buttery glow,
I whisper a grateful little prayer
But the gentle beauty
Of your perfect shading
Is marred by hawk-like orbs:
Your blue eyes ranging
Lingering all over me
This is the only way I can delay
Bathing in those pools
Because as I dive deeper
The earnest affection found there
Baffles me and leaves me bare
cowboy runawayi don't want to hear howcowboy runaway5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't want to hear how
i just want to hear that
you miss me too
but maybe i'm lying to myself.
and maybe i'm jealous because another
girl can be there for you.
maybe i'm broken, useless and used up.
maybe i've never been any good for you.
maybe i should just move on.
MAYBE I SHOULD SCREAM SO YOU COULD HEAR ME.
because whispering never worked.
i'm lost and your feet were always planted so
firmly you could never run away with me.
i'm angry and you can't hear it anymore.
the tears on my face are real but
the cold in my heart cracks like
In the beginning...In the beginning was the Word. And the word was: Ow!In the beginning...6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Followed very closely by: Who keeps moving the damn coffee table?
It would be easier, my Lord, if we could see where we were going?
A sigh. I suppose youre right Michael. Stand back and avert your eyes.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
God clapped his hands together in satisfaction. Much better. Dont know why I didnt do that sooner. He took a step to his left and sank up to his knee in water, ruining his robes in the process. Looking around he saw that hed stepped off a side table and that everything was either submerged or floating in water that stretched as far as he could see. Well that explains why the coffee table keeps moving around. This really wont do.
And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be ga
Looking Forward to Letting GoYour name,Looking Forward to Letting Go5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once dwelt upon
At least umpteenth times a day
Often accompanied by chest pain,
Remorse over freely feeding
Lies to all the rest
Sometimes with disdain,
Especially when related
Tales of breathless excess:
Warm things peppered
With fond memories
Of thoroughly crude jokes
And divine drinks at dinner
And missing an element
I was eventually reminded
Is distributed to thousands
Reliable to sour a response
And clear a dogged mind
Your name, and the enigma
Affiliated with it,
At the end, when I've accepted,
It's all I'll need
Mistaken MasterpieceShe stared at her masterpiece, her grey eyes filled with bemusement.Mistaken Masterpiece6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had spent her entire life on this labour of love, this sprawling expanse of another world that mapped love and hatred, sorrow and joy, good and evil, and all the shades of grey in between those polar opposites.
She had spent hours, days, weeks, months hunched over her lined A4 notebook. Never a computer. She had skipped meals and social occasions, conversations and friendships.
When she had placed the last word of the first draft of her novel, she had been twenty, and was already thinking of ways in which she could improve it. She stayed locked in her minuscule study, still working on her piece with the same adoration and wonderment as she had felt burning in her soul all those years back, when, with a shaking hands and a blue crayon, she had scribbled down the first sentence of the project that would come to dominate and dictate the course of her life after it.
She grew older, dropping out of her education to con
the elephant in my bed.oblivious to the constraints of time,the elephant in my bed.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
january snowflakes wooed the wind with their waltz:
one two-three, one two-three.
still naive, our footsteps
were not afraid to disturb
our glittering white universe.
wordlessly, questions were asked and answered
so quickly that we soon became
both the matador and the bull.
my door was painted red,
and we tangoed against Time itself,
a euphoric cacophony of beautiful maybes.
shoes toppled like domino tiles.
neighbors awoke with bleeding hearts.
keys lay abandoned in the door.
- i'm leaving in july.
- tell me in june.
A RetrospectiveI will best remember my youth asA Retrospective6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too much fast food,
piles of bills and tickets,
and uncertainty over who
(let alone how)
I will best remember my parents
as incredible blessings,
how I remained afloat,
and quite possibly insane.
I will not remember you
except in those moments I'd rather not admit:
when mere mention of your name
(never mind how many men share it)
will cause my head to snap up and
my ears to flex and
my heart to sink.
I will not remember you
except on my birthday,
I will not remember you
except if I ever get married
or adopt a child
or visit France
Maps Not Meant For FollowingI bet you missed me when I went away. "You’ll come back," you thought. When I didn’t you bit your lip, but you were sure I would make it with time. After the second day, and the day after that, the doubts started to creep in. You caught yourself sucking in a painful breath whenever you saw something of mine lying around. Bits of my life left with you would slither into your sight when you least expected it the same way the memories would swamp you if given the slightest chance.Maps Not Meant For Following1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When days turned into a week, you entered into a hush drunk state: eyes bleary and sore from holding back any semblance of emotion. You were quiet, but not calm. Your hands became tumultuous storms when you'd glance over at our picture, fingers becoming tidal waves as you would toss it onto the bed. You were tired, but not nearly tired enough to forget.
On its own, you would find your body shaking at the brush of your own fingers across your skin, a reminder of where I touched you last. And the
Everything I CherishedI once hoped that I couldEverything I Cherished5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Love you above all others
But the stench of his house
Already clung to your hair
I implored, I begged:
"Sweet angel, you must
fly on home. Leave this place,
before he completely infiltrates."
You shook your head
With conviction and said:
"You know, rent control is killing me.
All these landlords grilling me
on where I am and who I'm with,
and before I leave,
won't I do just one more thing?
And I find it unintentionally funny
that even though I am paying
good money to be left alone,
this is never really a home,
just somewhere to live.
But I know no other way.
Where he goes, I go too."
I suppose it's just another thing you 'need'
Yet another way for your heart to bleed
Looking back on
Everything I cherished,
I can't believe you didn't realize
All that you were squandering
So many friends lining up to nourish
Before the last time I saw you,
You took my cheeks in your palms:
"Have you ever looked directly
at a man and thought:
'When on a clear winter night
Into the Arms of StarsShe is pressing her palms up against the metal frame of the ferris wheel, a nervous smile dancing across her face. With wonder swelling along her fingertips and grace protruding from each footstep, she takes her seat. The lights from games bounce and twirl across her cheeks as happiness surrounds her every movement. She gazes up at the sky, eyes locked on the wisps of clouds, lips parted and trembling. The ride click,click,clicks to a start, crawling its way above candy-cotton stained stands. Her hands fidget, grasping endless amounts of air before she reaches for the safety of the seat-belt.Into the Arms of Stars1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Concern dissipates from her face as the stars grow closer, humming hushed melodies in between each shimmer. The wheel continues to ascend into the arms of the stars, until there is nothing but a tiny gap between her and them. Trees reach out in the distance, pulling the breeze with tender leaves. The sounds down below become muffled, a soothing murmur of laughter and music as the carriage r
ThoughttospeedSwiftly the rock moves, ne'er will heThoughttospeed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happen upon the chance to see
Another being as lithe as he
In the land of Thoughttospeed,
(A hell of sorts for philosophy).
Each thought here grows grotesquely large
Into cancerous, hideous tumors.
And as these weighty growths take charge
They harbor hate, they harbor rumors.
An existential crisis is akin to a coma,
(Each human here has at least one teratoma.)
And they cover themselves up in corn chips and paint,
'Till where one is and isn't is where one isn't ain't.
That may not make much sense, but in Thoughttospeed,
One is weighed down by their personality.
I Wrote a PoemLet's write a poem.I Wrote a Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One where the story is clear
And decorated with sweet vocabulary.
Stated so bold.
Or maybe one that is ever so slightly controversial.
Spark a debate.
One where you're left with your own imagination.
Leave the reader to disentangle the meaning.
Interject the ambience with a twist.
Kill Prince Charming.
Your princess is a heroin addict.
Because nothing is ever that pristine.
Their WordsYou will leave.Their Words5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You will leave behind shards of terra cotta lining the sidewalks.
You will leave behind cigarettes lining the shelves of that drug store.
All of it, the pseudo-condensed population; far from a city but not rural enough to be...
None of it was enough for you, or ever could be. It was too personal, too simple,
you need horizons with vibrant colors
faces with skin-tones alight with life
All the while.
All the while they will wonder what it is you see that they don't.
All the while they will ask for an explanation to your tribulation.
All the while you will mumble, feign disinterest, and hold the answer like a godsend.
you need love born of truthful consequence
hearts with soft ring-tones in their rhythm
You. Need. Life.
Breathed through the nostrils of a woman driven half-insane by wedding planning
A boy who lets music creep up hi
BrothersBrothers5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Who was always there for me and never stumbled,
You had reality canned in airtight jars,
Opened infrequently. We were frequently humbled,
Thinking, "I too was amused with this farce of ours..."
Not so long ago the sun would set in gold.
Now, it fails to be so bold,
Just shades of gray,
And tinted rays.
I miss you.
Brother, brother, where are you brother? &
The EpitomeThe Epitome5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your beautiful eyes are just so entrancing
And I am drawn in by your femininity.
When it comes to all-around beauty,
Darling, you must be the Epitome.
I've never seen anyone so beautiful before.
I feel as if you were blessed by the Lord.
You have such undeniable beauty.
Your beauty is just perfect to me.
I find you attractive in every single way
I love seeing you every single day.
Your smile could make me happy when I get sad
And your eyes could calm me down when I get mad.
You are my superstar. you rock my world
And I would love for you to be my girl
But I would love it too if we were just friends.
that would make me happy to no end.
You're just perfect, so beautiful, and funny as well.
And you're hot enough to make the sun start to melt.
I think that when it comes to the perfect beauty,
You must be the epitome.
rainbowsandlittlestsistersrainbowsandlittlestsisters5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hey little sister, you know yesterday when I was bawling, scared, and feeling so alone... All I wanted was to cry into your sunshine hair. I wanted to catch your rays of feeling happy and use you to create some serotonin in my brain. I love you sweetie and I want to keep you all to myself.
Hey Meeka Mouse, I don't know what I'm supposed to say here. Because to be honest. I don't remember that. I don't remember seeing you cry but if I did ... I'd surely calm you down. Because you are my big sister. I lubs you.
Hey little sister, you know when I took you to the mall and the bag of candy I got you broke and fell on the ground... We saved most of your candy but it was so sad. I wanted to pick all your candy up off the ground and put it into your cupped reaching hands. Pick you up to hold you safe from all the horrible candy smackers. I just wanted to take you out for a nice day of candy addiction.
.Hey Meeka Mouse, when you took me to the mall and I dropped all that