I'm SorryI'm Sorry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today I accidentally
killed your ladybug
tangled in my mess of hair
onto my shoulder
not thinking I grabbed
for the tickle and
with a fingetip
on her round
and I watched her fade
God Is DeadGod Is Dead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
AfterlifeAfterlife11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol
Live in a Time 2 b Lost, FreeLive in a Time 2 b Lost, Free11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time is lapsing irregularly
Time is breaking all the rules
Time to see all....
Lost in a world of strange places
Lost inside the language changes
Lost behind a grand facade...
Live in life, do not watch
Live for the experiences
Live to make changes....
Sweet ObsessionSweet Obsession10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My nights are filled with dreams of you,
holding hands as the sweet sun sets.
Heartbeats grow faster, but I slowly break,
these memories of you I will never be able to erase.
I weep from the inside out,
every teardrop counting every moment spent with you.
Nourishing them like a garden of roses,
as I long for you more and more with each passing day.
Never tell me it's just my imagination,
but your smile tells me that you're insecure.
You choke your pillow every night trying to hide the truth,
how much you need me too.
Just tell me that you're hurting,
and I'll find the strength within to save you.
I promise I'll keep you safe from the darkest of storms,
and cherish all your secrets deep within my soul.
My, my, my,
True love pillsi pressed my face upon the glassTrue love pills7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for something to happen
reflecting my last blink
as i feel my blood in your veins
i find myself alone in an empty void
full of thorns impaling my every thought
touching my black tainted obsession
i will touch the creation
giving myself away to a new pain, a new step
imagine true love
beyond the dark veil of death
to be a monument of sacrifice
screaming to emptyness
worlds of silence and violence
an act of devotion
assebling a denial towards our selves
without you i am nothing
and i feel whole, completed once more
second after second
i give my breath away
again and again
just because i am inside your torment
wicked as our game
like a drug arosing my thrived mind
love me if you dare
for a second skin
to envelope and protect us
as we faint slowly
my last wish is granted
i will sit back and enjoy
killing joy with pills for a toy...
asea, tonightasea, tonight10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass,
the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight.
You let me in and suddenly I'm in
a room of profound poets, who sing their verse
through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs.
The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings—
tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat.
There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys,
those wailing notes like Miles would have played.
And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks
away at the tired shape the body makes,
he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing,
it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz,
tonight. Tonight!— We can be alive, tonight.
And I'm in the corner, no horn in hand, not even
a cigarette for now. I'm just a shadow this evening,
no harmony for me. Just silent taps
of thumbs on thighs; of a breath before sirens sing.
Tonight, blue tunes knew the way through a smoky
sea—found me… Last I heard they were still awaiting
MuseA muse is an interesting being,Muse8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fierce friend, and fickle wandering,
Can leave you distraught or gleeing,
Give you ideas or drown you in pondering.
Can be the rain, the moon, the clouds,
A friend, a lover, an enemy,
For inspiration knows no bounds,
Your muse is your little entity.
Warm arms that wrap around you,
Or cold and harsh, it clings,
And with your muse, nothing you can't do.
A muse is an interesting thing.
But muses are not always so simple;
They run and they hide and they flee,
And usually when you most need them!
Mischevious dieties indeed.
But when your muse is around you,
When you've found that one special thing,
This may just take you a lifetime,
But they teach you to hope and to think.
Don't give up now - you're an artist!
No matter the medium or sight,
Just keep up your looking, you'll find it!
You will, eventually, not 'might'.
life isn't fairlife isn't fair11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I feel
As though I'm dead
I can't do anything
I've reached an end
People hate me
No matter what I do
I don't want to live
My life is crud
Try being me
See how long you last
Think it's easy?
Kiss my ass
Course it's not
Don't be dumb
My life is sad
Never any fun
So leave me here
To rot and die
Happiness is hard to find
It can't be bought
Let me die in peace
No one to care
I don't want to live
Life isn't fair.
Death's LullabyDeath's Lullaby11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie,
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings,
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won't know her purpose,
Until it's far too late.
Her acid tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin,
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Forgive you of your sin.
Her melody will slay you,
Her hymn will let you fly,
Her song is flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
GraffitiI am graffiti on a wallGraffiti9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people admired me
They said I was a work of art
I was a colorful design
making a statement in this world
I hold a hidden message
Only the artist understands
Graffiti is an art
But some people cant see it
They think it is a mess
So they critisize me
Point out that I'm a disgrace
And with out taking one second
To try to understand
They painted over me
In black and white
With what they think I should be
Seeking to Keep Some IllusionsSeeking to Keep Some Illusions11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Culture an aromatic soul,
like mould on a cheeseboard;
savour the narcotic inhalation of woman,
and prepare yourself for war.
Touch the brand against this spot,
encrust the skin, or flip a light switch;
bejewel her hair with onyx and light,
and hunger not to speak.
Bite down to break the strawberry surface,
the wild free pips, the subtle soft flesh dissolve;
serve required notice to lust,
the space is needed for firmer substance.
Heart To HeartNo longer had I the strength to carry onHeart To Heart11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The mask I showed the world had been torn.
I lost my will to be strong.
Searching my soul brought me nothing
But more pain and confusion.
I wanted no more from the world
Than to be left alone
A stranger in the shadows.
Yet, not through searching
A ray of sunshine entered my life.
I discovered meaning, true meaning
As I had never before found in myself.
I found hope, joy, love and laughter
But also tears, self-doubt and longing.
I yearned for my thoughts to be revealed,
Yet I feared the loss of the light.
Would I lose by loving that which I love
or lose it by not loving enough?
Questions, never answers, fill my heart.
It is not my love I doubt
Only my showing of it.
Yet this risk I do gladly take
For I would rather lose by loving
Than lose by not.
To love and not give it freely
This crime I refuse to commit.
To love and not speak of it
Such a waste of beautiful words.
To love and not show it openly
Oh, to deny so precious a gift.
Love is never ea
Thought CaveThought Cave11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drinking from this convex dish of soup,
the spills and drips of thought from a mind so strong
belie whatever truth and knowledge once lived there.
Maybe she will never hurt me again,
never try to carve the wooden heart in me again,
or start the ache in my chest and belly.
The stark needles of a daydream prickle the moment,
twisting my thoughts into abstraction which will not leave
when I ask it.
This touch not felt is causing me so much damage,
and the mind inside my skull insists on sitting
while the sound of touching is too loud.
The Posh School Crew...The Posh School Crew...11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My fuck bud is called kate,
n im sure in bed shes great,
although i dont yet know,
I cant wait til Mexico!
Kate's best friend is Alice,
she lives in a sex palace,
she invites round all the lads,
n plays footy with their nads!
Alice loves the schmoo,
who says 'i rock n so do u'
she does look really pretty,
makes u wanna ask for bitty!
Anyway know its back to Kate,
she knows how much I hate,
the way she likes to tease,
but she sure knows how to please!!!
Meet the FamilyMeet the Family11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am a cold,
for my offspring:
spring has sprung -
giving me no return
for all my money
and hard-grunting effort.
What can you do
with dead-weight embryos? -
they cannot be eaten,
or placed in the freezer.
I am a handsome,
with a pair of daughters,
and a handsome son,
to take good care of.
I hide them all:
and her nails -
store them away.
They will soon learn to fly.
I am a quiet,
with a heart of softness,
and an eye without prejudice.
And I am the son they really wanted.
Beginning Form - Yu bei shiBeginning Form - Yu bei shi11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Centre the Universe on this pin,
stand here at the head and stroke calm.
Imagine the Italian coastline,
fair and clear rolling water.
Focus on the distance inside,
hear the tranquillity of roses pearling awake.
Stand apart and empty, chaste serenity,
innocent purity concentrating on not thinking.
Stretch to see the first golden maroon leaves,
it's Autumn in your soul, rejuvenation approaches.
Organise the fortified structures within,
inhale twice slowly, and breathe for the first time.
Curve for the placidity of the lake,
no swords to hand to carve the legend in twain.
Prepare the warrior inside for leaving,
surround him in joy and power.