The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
B r e a t h e.He sent me love through his soft kissesB r e a t h e.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that make the world seem alive again.
drizzlesAfter the rain, the condensationdrizzles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rises from the sodden road,
beginning its course back to heaven.
I'm going to meet you in a little while,
but now I'm driving under rusty streetlights,
eating fog and fireflies with my windshield.
You were like the headlights crawling up
the other side of the hill and flooding
my world with white before driving by.
There's a tightness in my throat all
the time now because
I know you're leaving me and
there's nothing I can do
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the KnightNot My Kind of Fairy Tale4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the Knight,
Whose armor is dull and broken.
Whose horse is weary,
Whose heart is heavy.
Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,
For that dragon has done nothing,
And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.
Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,
By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.
Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,
But wants to free the dragon,
Who does not wish to marry her savior--
Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,
Who wants to live and to learn.
For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,
Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,
But to see the world and live in the light.
Do not give me the evil dragon,
Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.
No, give me the dragon who is weary,
Who longs for the freedom of the sky,
Whose leg is burdened with chains,
And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,
Poets make good liars.She always walks alone broken and lost,Poets make good liars.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but a lot of people call her cold
because she's never been in love.
At night, she can't sleep anymore
as she just lies awake day-dreaming.
Poets make good liars.
PerspectiveThe few that know can be silencedPerspective4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you saw a picture of me having an affair
So you saw me bribe a judge in my favor
So you saw a video of me making threats to other countries
So I passed a bill to get rid of your freedoms
So I made choices against all I said I stood for
So I made promises I had no intention of keeping
So I cheated and schemed to keep you all trapped in a broken system
So I'm not fit to run a country, let alone my own life
The rest fall swiftly towards the maw.
Regret: AphroditeRegret: Aphrodite9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Regret!? And why should I regret my gift?
My love and beauty all desire - all!"
Then prettily the goddess puffed and sniffed,
"I'm seafoam-sired: immortal! Not a doll!
And yet you'd trap me with your chain and ball.
This marriage set by Zeus: a dusty joke:
and now you'd wrap me in your net? The gall!
The gall! The gall! I'm weary of your smoke,
the endless fumes of forge and iron and coke,
your wounded eyes that only wish to serve!
Then serve me now! My passions have awoke."
She gasped as coarsened hands explored each curve.
Then gasped again as Aphrodite came,
and fleeting thought, "I wish he wasn't lame!"
The form is of course, a Spenserian sonnet, which interleaves the rhyme scheme of lines from one stanza to the next.
On Ariadnethe loom of lust:On Ariadne5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the heart of your ears,
and till your outstretched feet
the spinner of mad red has corrupted,
her fingers like dragonflies threading
bark and twined grass into your hair
around your sure wrists, your angled feet
'this is love, my shining bride-to be,' you whisper,
and disappear with her among billowing black sails.
the abandonment of Ariadne:
He wooed you in a labyrinth of spinners,
and wed you in black sails, beneath jealous skies.
'Sleep and tomorrow you shall be Queen of Athens,'
Ariadne, sleep, tomorrow the sun will shine,
and the sea will ebb sympathetic away from
these deserted sands.
the death, or descent:
Spin, my hanging nymph,
sleep and let the dryad-tree's shadow
ease your descent.
The spinning nymph for our mad lord,
the gentleness for the grapes of wrath
and the delight for the madness,
come. Drink, be it ambrosia or wine,
be it mother and son, or nymph and lord.
Spin, lady, and drink, lord,
and I will breat
Love Me, DarlingLove me, darlingLove Me, Darling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I am yours
Please let me in
And knock down the door
The door that separates us
The door that keeps me away from you
Without you darling, my world would be nothing
Without you, I wouldn't know what to do
It pains me that we're not in the same room
You being far away
If only if i could I would run to you
Run to your room and stay
Without you, darling I cannot be
Anything or anyone
I'd be rather off dead
Without you, i''d be done
Done with life's gifts and desires
Trying to find someone new would be wrong
I'd be done with everything good
And it wont take long
It wont take long for me to go
If I'm not in your arms
So, darling, please, open the door
And let me live in your arms
Retrograde Scents from inside the suit intertwined their intentions with the sights of tangled and tessellated hair illumed by firefly LED's, spiking my circulation with memories and murmurs of dopamine.Retrograde4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took her by the gaze; she steered her sight away from mine. I led her through a glance that involved no scuffling of hands.
She was one of two wayward strangers passing in the cosmos; two separate glances met as objects in motion tending to motion. People aren't the same however.
Drifter was the term we were known as, people cast off of vessels and ships, mostly by accident, condemned to trudge about the universe until starvation kicked in or their oxygen-starved filters were finally incapable of operating. My unplanned departure from the mysteriously flaming
ReapA grin spreadsReap4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across the visage feared by most,
and questioned by all others.
A pungent aroma
has been been detected;
Perceived as any other,
she is like every other ever encountered:
emotional, confused, and questionable in character.
Her charcoal and ebony hair,
resembling electrical wire,
is a frame to present the masterpiece that is her face:
Ivory skin, green eyes,
and a formerly crease-free complexion.
But it seems,
fate sealed her destiny.
The piercing light of a fiery sunset,
cast shadows on her decrepit form;
but she never shuddered.
I looked on,
as the earth she stood atop melted into abyss,
and began consuming her.
In the midst of her depletion,
unlike countless others;
she looked me in the eyes,
and I was affected.
She was left,
like those before her;
merely a memory.
Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
How I feelHow do I feel, you ask?How I feel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel ugly, disgusting, inadequate
stupid, lost, like I don't measure up
unwanted, not needed, unimportant
tired, overwhelmed, like I'm losing a battle I'm dwelling on the past, on things that can't change
I'm outcast, I'm ostracized, I'm awkward and weird
I'm hiding behind a brightly painted mask
when in truth I'm colored in shades of gray I feel like a burden
like a waste of space
like a waste of time...
You asked how I feel?
I feel fine.
Lightning Bug CosmosI lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to theLightning Bug Cosmos3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning bug glow of truth tapping on my eardrums.
In front of the mirror I stand, but what I notice is not the awkward crook of my nose or butterfly lashes. I look into the lighted mirror as if searching for answers hidden under
Ribbon-like sets of
veins, arteries and nerves.
Sometimes it all flows correctly; sometimes everything becomes
knotted up in all the wrong places. Skin toughened by beatings brought about by the
The Death LullabyThe Death Lullaby4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Swiftly it comes like a raven taking flight
Silently it creeps like the shadows of night
And yet we all know it as humans' most terrifying plight.
Gone is all that you worked for
Gone is love, laughter and regrets alike
Replaced by only the darkness
And the yearning for your life
The last thing you remember
Will be your life flashing before your eyes
Make sure that it's worth watching
Before you meet your demise.
intrinsic, you go unnamedthe memory of your laugh is an oral traditionintrinsic, you go unnamed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I cannot release
the dust off my lungs
that you stirred from among long nights
and solemn books.
a philosophical question, innately unanswerable
and just as beautiful, you are
the denouement, fractal and convoluted;
like the Arabian nights
we were once. but you moved on,
resipiscenthe was one of those dick-faced kids in shades of bright polyester salmon who seemed to always be laughing or looking at me. an ambiguous-named, feminine-famed all-school american douchebag in those quality leather sandals in the wintertime and golf-green shorts.resipiscent3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ta give you some background i'm about as far away on the social scale from him as one can get. you know how all the little groups overlap and flap together, pushed around in the wet sand like wave-rivulets blending little facets of stones together until it makes a dune? well our groups---they didn't even touch. i mean you could go from pop-jock to lacrosse to dipper to weed-dealer to hipster to artsy kid to photographer to theatre kid and MAYBE just MAYBE make a weak little chain like one o em shitty-ass jump rings that connect dollar-store lockets. but anyway the point i'm trying to make is we sit on opposite sides of the room and let sociology take its toll.
of course murphy's law works in that i never know anyone. is it that
Meditation on ThoughtBegin the quiet storm of fidgeting,Meditation on Thought4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a drum, a drum:
fingers through hair,
the insides of my lids.
My mind grows scrublands.
"What do you mean?" and,
"What do I mean?"
I tend slowly toward the abstract.
Pine trees sprout from my hair,
a forest of church steeples.
Whippoorwill am I,
and my fingers stretch
to build me bridges of stone,
a whole cathedral of bone archways.
My Michelangelo eyes sit restless
in a face of white and green marble.
The smallest drop of rain
against the window
and my thoughts collapse
I must begin again.
There is a secret
as the drops of water
roll down the glass.
Prussia X Reader: CollegePrussia X Reader: College!Prussia X Reader: College4 years ago in Romance More Like This
warning - MY SPELLING IS BAD.......Sorry (That's it........ENJOY!)
It was your first day of College, you were shy and nervous. You were 16 and doing Art and Design, you were doing It with Feliciano your best friend.
You were walking down the street with Feliciano, you turn to see him.... Well? He was jumping up and down again, again and again. You tapped on his head
"Feliciano chill will you" he turn to you and smiled.
"I cant Its our FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE!" you sighed.
Your heart was pounding, It couldn't stop.
"_____________?" You turn to Feliciano who saw you scared, he pat your back.
"Ve~ don't worry ____________, I will be by your side" you gave him a nervous smile
"Yea I know, I'm just nervous that's all"
Feliciano put his arm around you and singing a little tune, you couldn't help but laugh.
When you went to the college, you got your table to see what classes you got
"WHAT!" You jumped up when your Italy shout
"Whats wrong" He pointe
l'hiver.(you can't tell the birds and the snow apart in the sky:l'hiver.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the grand church of dizzying space - )
and the trees are yellowed in cowardice, raking the sky
to the ground and around and around.
listen to your organs: the almost grand piano of the
churches i'd never attend.
and never mistake the courage of the sky for the cowardice
of the ground. never frown, never frown.
listen to your palms: the salty swing of the old snow
burning up on silk and splendor.
and visit the dying snow birds in their graves of the
ground, and they drown and drown.
(you can't tell the birds and the snow apart in the sky:
a grand church of dizzying space will reply. why. why.
would my white birds die.)
LGBT QuizLGBT Quiz4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1.How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?
Since Agust of 2010.
2. Was it a struggle (emotionally) for you at the beginning?
It still is.
3. How did you start to discover your sexuality? (Example, thoughts, feelings ex)
Well I had feelings for a friend of mine, but I just shrugged it off as just friend love, then I went out with 4 diffrent guys in a month (I feel like a whore writing this) and I broke up with then within a week because I didn't like the feeling I got. I literally felt physicaly sick.
4. What part of the LGBT community do you belong to? (Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, ex)
I'm a lesbian.
5. How long have you been out of the closet, or if your not, do you plan to be at some point?
I'm not fully out of the closet because I don't want to be hated.
6. Does your parents/parent know, or will they ever know?
My Mom knows and I regret telling my Dad (*there divorced).
7. Did they take it well, or do you predict that they will take it well?
My Mom did but I d