Le TrainLe Train4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deux peaux enlacées qui s'étirent
Dans un cur à cur alangui,
Trésors dérobés d'une nuit
Sous la parenthèse d'un soupir,
Léger comme une soie sauvage
Dévoilant l'ambre d'un sillage.
Et dans l'aube qui se sépare,
Un train s'avance vers une gare...
© Deedrane 2010
UntiltedListen close,Untilted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear it?
That faint sound,
Of shattering glass.
It's breaking apart,
It might just be my heart.
Get the tape,
Grab the glue.
We can fix this,
Maybe, just maybe.
Take a deep breathe,
Get it under control.
It's not the end,
Get it together.
The dawn is coming,
A new day is here.
Hold your breathe,
And take a flying leap.
Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.Kiss From A Rose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
The StarsThe world keeps spinningThe Stars7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and people keep on moving.
The deceitful keep on winning
and the innocent are losing.
But the stars sing for us...
baby the stars sing for us...
Day and night alternate
while the seasons change endlessly.
Fragile babies meet their fate
and even the strongest can't see.
But the stars cry for us...
baby the stars cry for us...
The heat burns to cold
and the fire will extinguish tears.
Of all the stories we're told,
we still hold on to silly fears.
But the stars smile on us...
baby the stars smile on us...
All the empty dreams
and the late phone calls.
The times we choke back tears
and when the weak still seem to fall.
We all need someone
to wrap up our skinned knees
and kiss our bruises more than once.
Someone to teach us how to breathe.
And since you're far away
the stars will hold us...
baby the stars will hold us...
SearchingAlone in the darknessSearching4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In front of a mirror
With nothing but silence
Searching for love
Sometimes it is like a candle
You light it,
But it can be blown out
Sometimes it is like a death
When it eventually passes away
Sitting there alone
Searching for love
The SandwichMy sandwich is getting cold. It lies halfway to my mouth, dangling there between my hands as I stare at someone over the toasted white bread. It doesnt matter that its toasted, its soggy now with soaking up the mustard and peanut butter. Dont ask why I have a toasted mustard and peanut butter sandwich, I dont even like peanut butter. Ive thought for the past five minutes to just get up and give it to the man across from me, who sits on a bench staring at my sandwich.The Sandwich7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His clothes are all brown with compacted dirt and mud; his dog, too. Perhaps they can share the sandwich. If I had been sitting with a friend, wed make a bet to see if hed share it or just eat it by himself. But if I had been sitting with a friend, had I any, Im sure I wouldnt be staring at a homeless man, or eating a mustard and peanut butter sandwich to begin with.
I begin to wonder what hed think
nothing more.the sun is fading outnothing more.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispers turn the day
and she runs
let's not stop
let's not stop
through your mind
HollowIn the darkening twilight, I often find myself... lost. Memory disintegrates, personality withers, and the touch of plastic feels strange on my skin. The dark sucks in my soul, reels it in like a drifting trout, and hangs it up to dry next to hundreds of others like it. We dry, slowly, blowing in the false breeze, absorbing the taste of smoke and salt. How long we hang, I don't know. But, when I'm abruptly cut down and thrown back into the water, the sensation is like a gasp. Moisture soaks into my skin, and I'm within myself again, though shrunken and empty from the change.Hollow5 years ago in Horror More Like This
We are not human. Oh, yes, on the outside we appear so. But look at us sideways, and there's a glimmer, a sheen that's not natural. It clings to our skin, as if we've been left so long in the cold that the essence touches us still, revealing us as "different". It's a mark of pride, a mark of shame, yet we wear it with a diffidence that would make a movie star burn with envy. Each step, each touch, comes away cold &
ThiefLies, he told me as I sipped a tart, Apple Burst tea. Apple Burst, they called it, and I thought it appropriate.Thief6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
His hand slipped.
It Burst to the floor, abandoning the liquid in Apple-blood flames.
I wont tolerate all of this flavor, he claimed, a slender, coarse finger circling the rim. My hand remained still, in a death grip, to an invisible frame.
I reached out for him, an apologetic reply hanging on my tongue.
No, he turned to me, his hand grazing my throat, veins swelling from his skin. You were never sorry, he griped, thrashing out a menacing look.
My heart hung from a wire.
And he was weaving it through.
I swallowed halfway. Halfway, it was, like he held a notch in my throat; this light-switch life, at his leisure to disengage.
Hurt? Sarcastic pity glossed over his eyes. I looked at him, my night in shining armor, once strong enough to hold his own sword. What weighed on him now? The poison resentment, serve
I hate myselfYou propped me upI hate myself5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I toppled us down.
You were right to be wary
I swear I never meant for any
It's so hard to pick up
Attempt to write.
I play familiar songs
To get lost.
Drown in memories
Cry my heart out.
Your still there
Right where it hurts me most.
....When I think about all the things I did
I hate myself
....When I think about the things we've said
I hate myself
....As I lie here on my bed
I hate myself
....After everything we did
I hate myself
You always expected the worse
I guess that's what you got.
You don't care that you were wrong
With what you thought.
I'm dying from betrayal
And you don't know.
You knew I loved you
But what is love?
Just a desire to fuck
I was true
But you could never see.
Why oh why,
Did I get involved,
With someone jaded as me?
We were doomed to fall.
....She's waiting for you at home
I hate myself
....I'm in hell imagining her with you
I hate myself
....You led me on so easily
I hate myself
....She said and you agree I'm bad new
Out of ControlIt's 6:46 and thirty-one seconds when the doorbell rings. My mom runs to answer it.Out of Control8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi, Michelle!" I hear my mom call. It's my sister. She left her college friends to have dinner with us tonight.
I have four minutes before I can go out and greet her. I can only walk through doors when the number of minutes is divisible by five. 6:46 and fifty-nine seconds. Not happening.
It's the killer of what could be an okay life. I'm late for class all the time when I'm at school. A teacher will let me out at 1:50 exactly. I walk through the hallways in a straight line, starting with my right foot, ending with my left. I reach the door, but it's too late: 1:56. I lurk outside for four minutes before I can walk in. Late again.
Or I'll have a doctor's appointment. Do you have any idea of how many doors there are in a doctor's office? It takes me tw
TalkH-help .Talk6 years ago in Other More Like This
What brought you here?
Its gotten to me
Are you alone?
Because I chose it
Because I chose it!
You dont need to be here you know?
You dont need to be alone
Theres more to this.
Im puzzled quiet one
Why do you think Im alone?
You do not see it.
What? See what?
Anything, not a lonesome shadow.
You dont see anything.
You see all of those people?
Theyre there though. You know that dont you?
no. I dont know that.
Blindness is weak you know. Blindness can never be strength.
They dont know anything.
Ah, so theyre there then.
.I dont know.
You can talk to them you know.
Talk to them about anything.
I dont talk. Only listen. Talking gets you nothing.
Talking gets you no where.
Not true young one.
What are you to tell me that?
You know youre lying
Admit it: what happens when you talk:
What happens when you he
the dish didn't run awayi think, if i had to choose between porcelain eyes and plastic teeth, i'd curl up in the silverware drawer and listen to the sound of the dishwasher screaming. i'd try to pay attention to what the forks were picking apart, or what the spoons were dishing out, or what the knives were viciously ripping apart, and i'd try to see if any of their petty rumors and shit-talking were about me and my fragile state.the dish didn't run away5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i'd listen to see if the plates in the cupboard were talking about the bedside lamp upstairs, or if the chandelier in the dining room was talking about the fish swimming lethargically in the bowl on the counter, and how the orange one had gotten so fat, and the white one looked like it needed to eat a fucking sandwich, you could see her ribs. i'd try not to think about my bony hips against yours.
i'd hear the pillows on the couch in the living room talking about how the front door is having an affair with the window, even though the window is supposed to be dating the dishwasher. wou
Tile Wall WordsWhen I read the words you wrote on the tiled wall my heart stopped.Tile Wall Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Id fall in love again if youd look my way.
Id melt one more time if youd touch my hand.
Id push you against the wall and fulfill your plea
But you were looking at him.
And so I held my heart close and prayed you'd never notice
how I stared at you that day
and hoped you'd see me
for the first time.
mirrorrupture of a dreammirror5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a dozen epitomes
none of them are you
DeceptionAs I circle the rim of deceptionDeception6 years ago in Other More Like This
Who shall ensue their venom
When shall my lusty rainfall cease?
All is forgotten
As Sick lingers over my door
Manifesting my being
To help me move on
To far-off sensibility
Im hit hard and I crumble
Tidbits of my soul drop with a ting
As they fall to the forsaken floor
As they ensue the damned.
In cryptic sarcasm
You try and pull me back
A taunting of many cruelties
I seep through, slowly receding
Until nothing lingers
And you glare impatiently
When it takes a few moments
For me to fade
I wasn't alwaysI wasn't always so cold,I wasn't always6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be warm and tender,
But that was before ...
My heart used to race,
at an unusual pace.
Now it lumbers slowly.
I used to love the spring,
with it's songs of life and promise.
Now everyday is winter.
I remember those hot nights,
when everything felt so right.
Now your side of the bed is cold.
At least it matches my heart.
i feel like cryingi never realizedi feel like crying6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how many accidents there are
until i moved next to the fire station.
i hear them go by at least
ten times a day.
so i wonder
how many people
flick cigarette butts
into gas cans
or dogs pull over grills
or toddlers stick their fingers
in electrical sockets.
i'd like to gouge out my eyes,
it would keep me from seeing
what a mistake i was.
did you see?
i knicked myself shaving.
there was a lot of pretty blood;
it sat around the drain,
refusing to be swallowed up.
kind of like you,
you were never part of the crowd.
but then again,
neither was i.
and even though i was alone,
i never felt lonely
until you showed me how it felt
to be happy.
maybe i never felt like i belonged with you,
but you made me feel
like i was wanted,
a heart that will beat regularly.
emptied eye sockets
and empty pockets.
i have a lot of nothing.
i think that's what i've always had.
when i had something,
i lost everything
Who I amI am a poetWho I am6 years ago in Other More Like This
Caught and torn between the love that I lost and a hope for a better future
I am the high E, I cant ever seem to reach
My voice, a constant comfort and betrayer
My soul fears its power
I am a distraught checkerboard
The logic was lost when the curiosity begun
Taunting those who listen and laugh
Amused by some who think me aloof
I am what I am
Spiderwebbed with temptations
Silly spells surround me
Drenching my very wrongs
In honeybuttered misinterpretation
I dream at a speed of hummings birds wings
And my eyes flicker deadly fantasies
No reception will ever pick up
My finger tips are always cold
I hide behind sweet seasonings
Praying that my brittle internal
Will only overcome, when I choose to surrender
SolitudePetrified, paralyzed,Solitude6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the horror in her eyes.
the noose around her neck.
Blood baths come to mind,
sharp knives touch her spine,
smooth blades, caress her neck,
an endearing sensation.
I want to live, so I will die,
to be pure, I did try,
I will be with the one I loved,
I will not be numb.
Taboo: In Each Other's Arms"You're too old", she said, crying.Taboo: In Each Other's Arms3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We Are FreeSnuck inside and found my wayWe Are Free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your darkest secrets and your brightest dreams
I am everywhere and I see all.
Together we feel all
We are artists and we paint in all genres.
Black to white
Day and night
We exist in the both beauty and ugly.
We neither require your permission nor your approval.
I have scars and desires.
I have drawn, I have penned, I have sung.
I am the artist.
Let me color your world in many colors.
Let me make the unimaginable real in my world,
in your world.
Come join me. Join us.
Dance together with us all.
Feel the passion and pick your own brush.
Paint your own humanity
Create your own home and in there be free.
Chalk OutlineA chalk outline waits for meChalk Outline1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it slips into bed with my shadow
and I can do nothing but roll my eyes
like a mis=abused and weary parent,
but every night when my shadow
merges with the edges of the day's page
and blurs into a dirty midnight orange
I lie in bed and shudder;
without my shadow's protection I feel it,
a chalk outline waits for me.