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A Vonnegut VignetteThere is a book, long since out of print, by Kilgore Trout, which tells of a superhero observing the world from his vast subterranean hideaway. One day, he glances casually at the global reasonometer, and – jeepers! – humanity is ninety-one percent mad today. This is a clear eight-point leap from the statistical norm. After a moment's concern, the superhero checks the equipment. Maybe a freak electrical storm has thrown the calibration off kilter. With a twirl of the interositor, he checks the sanity of some other species. Dolphins: fourteen per cent mad, right on target. Horses: thirty per cent mad, just about right. Dogs: one-hundA Vonnegut Vignette6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
ConnectionConnection5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Broken, I lie here,
Bleeding on the floor,
But all I do is hope for more.
I lust for your touch,
I wish for your taste,
Oh how I yearn for your embrace.
You say you love me,
You tell me you care,
Then how come you are never there?
What happened to us,
What we used to be?
Why can't you see I'm unhappy?
There is no connection,
Our future looks bleak,
Simply because you will not speak.
A reconection,
That's all we need,
But elsewise I will have to leave.
So take the time,
To fix what's wrong,
Befor your time with me is gone.
GoodbyeGoodbye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting, sinking slowly,
into the black abyss,
wondering, simply thinking,
does it have to end like this?
why do all things have to end?
all good fades and dies,
why wont i just shut up,
and stay right here by your side?
i said i'd never leave you,
but right now i'm just confused
you claim you love me,
but all i feel is used.
if you really care for me,
why do i hurt this way?
you act like i'm the problem,
i'm the one who pays.
i should probably leave now,
but the sorrowful truth is,
my love for you is too strong,
for me to ever end this.
why did you pick me,
to be your little toy?
what the hell is your problem,
stupid s
AloneAlone5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Alone
tearing through the shadows
searching for your face
terrified
alone in the darkness
tearing through the shadows
trying to escape
scared
alone in the darkness
tearing through the shadows
reaching for your hand
nothing
alone in the darkness
tearing through the shadows
quickly losing faith
desperate
alone in the darkness
tearing through the shadows
lost, torn, and afraid
broken
alone in the darkness
tearing through the shadows
where you said you’d be
betrayed
alone in the darkness
tearing through the shadows
hilled by your deceit
dying
alone in the darkness
Too StillToo Still9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emily sits across from her
watching the little woman's shaking hands
as they pour tea
hearing the words of her father,
"You need visit her
there isn't much doubt."
"She doesn't have
much time left."
Emily makes small talk,
looks casual,
pushes a lock of hair behind her ear,
thinks about her cat
as she searches for a subject
anything, anything at all.
The old woman breaks the silence,
"And what lucky man has married you?"
"Oh," Emily says, "none."
"Oh," the old woman says.
"How long were you married?"
Emily asks, sipping her tea.
The ancient woman sits
and pours cream
adds sugar
sips herself
when she says;
"Fifty eight
Harvest SunHarvest Sun9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Toiling in the furnace
laboring
cutting through the
dust
and heat
Slicked down
boiled to
the bone
opening wide
to
spill forth
to broil the dirt
a farmer's sun
baking the
parched ground
and me
a butterfly lands
on my skin
lapping up
the salt of
the day
Real MusicReal music doesn't flow into youReal Music6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like a calm and quiet stream
running through a silent forest.
it slaps you in the face,
grabs hold of you,
throws you down,
and fucks you, hard.
Real music doesn't simply make you feel,
it makes your chest explode with passsion
flinging emotion like paint onto the walls.
When real music enters your ears
it holds you hostage
and won't let go
until you bleed it out.
Real music is not tender, or kind.
It's as raw as that piece of steak in your refrigerator
Real music doesn't wait for you to listen.
It's a violent force of emotion
that makes you listen,
makes you understand
Real music excites e
Soulful Coffee ClubSoulful Coffee Club8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Internal paisley rhythm of my ancient gypsy soul,
My hippy adolescence, eastern awakening, sorrowful fall from grace.
I've dined and wined with legends,
Fallen victim to the times.
I've prayed the rosery, evoked the Gods,
Taken hostage of myself.
I've sipped coffee in a slow cafe, danced fast in fancy clubs,
Seen neon lights and sleepless nights upon empty city skies,
Endless beads of prismatic glass held firmly in my wrinkled hand,
Too old for jokes, too dead for life, too young for death.
Training RP Extra 2ÿþNor: With the last training day pretty much finished, there was nothing to do until the interviews the following day. He couldn't sleep, and he didn't feel like eating. He didn't even feel like sitting still in District 3's luxury apartment - Wiress' twitchy presence just transferred onto him and made him anxious, so he made his way to the top of the Training Centre for a breath of fresh air. He stood with his hands grasping the barrier, his knuckles turning white as the only indicator of his anxiety. Okay... this fresh air was barely helping.Training RP Extra 210 months ago in Drama More Like This
Caffeine: Who could ever want to sleep on an evening like this? Everything was progress
My Black DoveYou are my lifeMy Black Dove4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the phreek to my sho
the beat to my heart
the blade to my knife
the only girl i could spill blood for
holding you never endless
completely defenseless
you create this
this word
this love
an angle from above
the black dove
turn my hate into love
like water into wine
ColdTears stream from my eyesCold4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I look upon your face
The pale skin, the empty gaze
This was your fall from grace
Your body’s on the table
Lifeless, tortured, and alone
I don’t get why you’re lying here
Why you’re not back at home
You look almost peaceful
Though your body’s stiff and cold
You went the way you wanted to
Or at least so I’m told
Dark bruises on your pale white skin
Like the chokers you once wore
Tell the tale of ropes around your neck
And the heart that had been torn
I know AIDS is hard to deal with
Certain death is hard to take
But I wish you would have come to me
Instead of dying i
Where I LieI lie here in the darkness,Where I Lie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While tears stain my face,
Knowing that I am alone,
Stuck here in this place.
Because in the sunset,
I could see our end,
But unlike the golden sun,
We will never rise again.
You said that we’d stay best friends,
You claimed you still love me,
But if you’re being honest,
Why did you have to leave?
You swore you’d never end this,
Said you were here to stay,
But then when things got rocky,
You turned and walked away.
Why did you do this to me?
Did I do something wrong?
I wish I could have saved us,
I wish I could be strong.
Because this pain is too much
Too much for me to take,
I&
LoveLove is a lie,Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Used only to sell.
Love is the lie,
That sends you to Hell.
Love warps the mind,
And crushes the will,
And in due time,
Moves in for the kill.
Love is a labor,
Not worthy its cost,
And once it’s too late,
You realize you’ve lost.
Love tares at the soul,
Lets the heart bleed in pain,
When in the end,
There’s nothing to gain.
Love is a power,
Destructive and strong,
Constantly ready,
To do someone wrong.
The flowers of romance,
Seem perfect and true.
But when push comes to shove,
Love’s just hurting you.
Hell-Bound by Lovetrapped inside the devil’s holdHell-Bound by Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yearning for freedom
dying to remove these chains
desperate to leave this world
where I am tied and held
a prisoner in my heart
fading slowly, loosing faith
captive bound by love
I must escape this bondage
nailed upon my heavy cross
sacrificed to love
paying for my loyalty
by the power of your “love”
came my freedom’s end
you took my independence
and in the end, my life
HayleyHayleyHayley5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the angle to beautiful for heaven
how i love like no other
these words can not describe the feeling inside
when around you your glow blinds my eyes
you say you see flaws
but i see something that surpasses perfection
i cant help but feel sad when your not around
for every day you are not mine
i die a little inside
i wish for one fateful kiss
or the time to just talk
for any form of communication
is the most greatful gift
i love you nothing will ever change this
WrongWrong5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our time appart was agony,
Together total bliss,
Infringed in love and happiness,
Lusting for your kiss.
With your arms around me,
I felt so safe and warm,
When we were together,
Nothing could do us harm.
You said you'd never leave me,
That you'd be there 'til the end,
But then when things got shaky,
You said "lets just be friends".
I gave you all of my heart,
Thinking I could trust you,
You ripped my heart open,
And let me bleed from the wounds.
Didn't you say you loved me?
Did I do something wrong?
I really thought you loved me,
But that didn't last long.
Now you're with another,
One much prettier than me,
I guess you'
SanePulling at the thread of sanity.Sane8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Scraping the edges of insane
When did my life become pain?
Pulling my hair out thread by thread
Some times I think it would be better
To be dead
Wishing he'd notice me the way
I notice him
Just hearing his voice is making me crazy
His ever so soft touches making my eye
Sight hazy
He's driving me insane
He has me on my knees
Nothing will ever be the same again
It's all good as long as he
Keeps saying my name
As long as he keeps saying
That, I'll stay the same
Crazy insane or insane crazy?
-Secret-
Likely to RainLikely to Rain9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marcus smoked his cigarette; leaned on the side of his pickup truck. Smoke spiraled from his nostrils and he blew it from his mouth. He had promised her he would quit smoking. He ran his hand down the side of his truck and brushed the dirt off on his jeans. It was into morning already. Rubbed his eyes and took another drag. His head reeled from the smoke and he missed the days when it didn't. He inhaled hard and blew it out with a grunt, smacking the dust from his thigh. He had needed to wash his truck for a long time, but he figured it was likely to rain.
Flicked the cherry off of the end of the cigarette and tossed it; he looked a
yellowmagentacyanLay down your mind, the hair on your headyellowmagentacyan6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open your veins and I'll read the secrets you stuffed into them
Lay down your neck and expose it wide open
Can I see you the way you see yourself?
I promise! I'll understand.
I promise! I'll take work off Friday so I'll have the time
To trade eyes with you, (the surgery takes so long)
And I'll see the world
Colorblind
Like the eyes of a child
Before you know what yellow,
Grow UpMother says it often, looking up from her needleworkGrow Up6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grow up
You can't live with your head in the clouds
Grow up
Her voice never sounded so harsh as when she told me to
Grow up
I'll lick up every last drop, while I still can, I won't
Grow up
Because when she says
Grow up
It feels like a funeral
It's a CrimeSki masked manIt's a Crime6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spins the barrel
Six
Fresh bullets
On a carosel
Click
Broken glass
Breaks the silence
Of the darkened street
A woman's scream
Pierces the night
Squealing tires
Caries a fugitive
Into the distance
Call it What You Will...Poetry isCall it What You Will...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Language charged
With electrifying
Meaning
and
Words
That spark
A fire of
Feeling
Poetry isn't
Senseless drawl
Devoid of
Sensation
or
An empty vase
Enclosing
Stale air
Craving ventilation
My 2 AngelsMy heart that was beating is no longer in motionMy 2 Angels8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Friends are now scenery and their looks are reproachful
My lips that once kissed are now numb and cold
They press against glass for a sip so corrosive
There's an angel in this bottle
It offers to me a warm embrace
Take me up on those featherless wings
Take me from this place
My soul floats on liquor, my sanity is frail
I want to go to you, to speak your name and smile
Instead my tears form stains upon this pristine page
The empathetic drink works its way throughout my veins
The angel whispers in my ear
Promises of a one-way flight
Bring me up so I can fall
Blind my eyes and take
ragdoll wishesYou and I are the same -ragdoll wishes4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
made with feet that wander
far from where they'd like us to call home.
And they, the ones that formed us,
are the same that wrench our cross-stitched fingers
as we try to break free.
They stake claim to our fallen limbs
and every browned Autumn-leaving
rustling echoes in our souls.
We'll know our home when we've found him,
the boy they've labeled perfection,
but we'll see all the cracks in each of his tired-bones.
We'll nestle in every crook, filling the hollow,
and conceive a whispering whistle
of a swansong.
Sta.sh
