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RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair – snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves s
Beautiful Creature"If you do not run," says the Wolf, "I will kill you."Beautiful Creature3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He is where two walls meet. He is coming towards her.
Little Girl sits on the sofa and doesn't believe him, watches him as he creeps across the carpet towards her, with his dirty claws, his filthy eyelids, slowly, deliberately, until he is face to face with her –
she is face to face with him,
facetoface.
His breath is so hot, and pregnant with the dead.
Little Girl stares, suspended, into his eyes; she is clean, stupid, and does not know the colour of danger. His gaze is painting her with amber: she may soon be glued to the fabric, frozen like a spiderling from the past, prese
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Lonely ChildrenThey were gone. He was alone.Lonely Children3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had loved her obsessively since she first began to talk to him, using strange, soft sounds that he could not comprehend. With her help, he learned her language in painfully slow, short bursts; the first lessons were light, uncomplicated, filled with rewards of hard sweet biscuit each time he managed to copy vowel sounds. They were easy for him. All he had to do was to watch the a, the e and the i o u tumble from her mouth and catch them with his own. Gradually his imitations became less hesitant. Soon he could say her name. It became his greatest happiness.
Whenever he watched her during their lessons, he wo
Ten IViTen IV3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a single cube of ice
left in the
iced tea left on the counter.
melting
ii
i need my pills
where are my pills
have you seen my pills
i need my pills
i miss them ever so dearly
iii
one-two
buckle my shoe
three-four
my heart is sore...
iv
needle
piercing my skin
injection,
and my sick heart
is finally cured.
v
jet fighter
fly with grace
and kill.
vi
i wonder how the cat
in the hat or the
cat in his hat
feel. i imagine they'd get
awfully lonely.
vii
dust settles on my shelf,
where sits a picture frame,
lacking a picture.
what's the point?
viii
"i carry you in the storm"
"why? i don't deserve this"
"becaus
Unwittingly I Hate Your FingerBird flew into the window and brainedUnwittingly I Hate Your Finger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
itself, laughing,
"Hello darling, hello darling," and I
laughed back, and turned to the disappointed spine
angry in the sheets wishing I was
brave enough to copy the words onto his thigh.
My body, a betrayer,
meant to keep out ulterior motives and
canine teeth selling sweets dipped in graves;
not you.
Not you.
Orphan MonsterWe could construct an heir fromOrphan Monster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the corpses of little birds we find by the
road – crooked feathers, sewn,
smoothed,
the remains sacrificed to the
discarded refrigerator and aborted sunflowers;
scour the pages of rulebooks from their schoolmaster
spines and give him fingers,
flexing the straight lines in delightful
wrongs:
around cups of blackberries
speckled with maggot duchesses;
your garden gate, his collarbones and ribs,
creaking when he tries to donate his
heart
so he can be stopped in time;
Rouen's weeds for his trailing
mermaid legs, a consumptive
sister of Venice – his dance
will be of lazy water and old
Mirror Mirror...Mirror Mirror...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the broken girl who lies upon my floor?
Who is she? What's her name?
She looks like me but we're not the same.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I watched with sadness as I saw her fall,
I could hear her scream your name all night,
It kept me awake with bitter fright.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
How much more must this broken girl endure?
When you hurt her I could feel her pain,
The path you led her had sent her insane.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I'll only ask you this once more,
Who is the broken girl I can see,
Can it be true she's really me?
The WoodsThey were shaped like humans, humans with rat-tail hair or weeping willow spines or long hungry feet, and they danced around her, carried on her fearful imagination. She could taste their wicked delight and she cried, paralysed as they fed upon the chilled currents of winter walks. The little wolves spun up her ankles and took on her thighs; nothing left unexplored for them or her, a vicious loving in the trees. She met the thick loam with her knees and stayed upright, her hollowed body becoming the only memory anyone might ever have of her.The Woods3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
These are the woods where the children come to die. These are the shadows where grey-faced sleep wait
Fille BizarreYou sewed sleeping sickness into my cheek to tranquilise my questions before you held me between wire smiles and laid me in hammocks of photographic lovelorn brocade so I could tongue my awe as it bled into my paper teeth which changed the taste of everything from a mile's run in heels to a safety announcement of willing nudity and so you could name me "Cathy" as I sang blue pleasure throughout your house loud enough to frighten your fingers into hiding.Fille Bizarre3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Maritodespotic PathI am naked beneath my coat of armour.The Maritodespotic Path3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I woke and thought it was the sickness
I'd had before - my lips had never burned
so smugly.
The ghost of your dog came to me
last night, while I dreamed;
it burst into grey dust and
told me my bulimic piano solos were beautiful.
Dancing under the pregnant sky,
a waning gibbous belly crowned
with violet cloth,
I converse with the moon -
deep, dark French.
I love to speak
to hunted rabbits
and unlit trees.
WitchMy belletrist, little hunched cardigan-drenchedWitch3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
finch, he says, Mess, blooded with French shores and burned cakes,
don't you come to my hand anymore,
crying poppies from sallow ducts, my tiny soil-saviour?
Towel-lipped mare
- he touches his own ass-ears with his spiked teeth
and pets me 'til I'm salmon, sunset -
Sleep in my bed, stocky moth,
cease your painting, beetle queen, queenly slut,
turned frizzy in the process of sharpening the sea,
mouth your watercolours and hose down the wall
- I am ill of him, his eating
makes me a murderer -
Newborn kettle-coffee throws a kiss
and our son climbs my sullen thighs;
I doubt we will f
AirWe waltz through the happy grass,Air3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whittling kisses, lips berry-bright,
and safe in one another; our song of breath and loose
hair, of cheesecloth, cardboard boxes, earthworms,
quiet as our eyes.
Parental ControlI'm lost.Parental Control3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know what to do.
I don't want to lose you.
Yet I need to choose.
Why do they do this?
They don't understand.
Do they know me?
Their own son!
They say we can't be together.
But who are they to judge?
Do they know our feelings?
Do they know what's in our hearts?
I know I should listen to them.
But they also need to listen.
Listen to what I say.
Listen to my feelings.
Can't they see?
They're killing me.
Every time they prohibit me.
Every time they keep you away.
They say you're a bad influence.
That I didn't learn anything.
But I think they're wrong.
For love I discovered.
They say I destroyed my life,
My cageBlack veil covers my eyesMy cage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another day, another night same old price
Singing alone for future never to be seen
I'm the nightingale closed in this cage
The only one able to ease your rage
Let me sing a song for our past days
How we were the last to forget
How we were the first to regret
about love, dream and hope
How we did all the right things
How we had all the wrong reasons
to love, to dream, to hope
How we fought for our own believe
How we fall for things we'll never see...
I'm still in this little cage
My never ending curse
You are still lost in the past
Hoping for a dream of love
and future that you cannot see.
I feel your pain, you knowI can't help but to seeI feel your pain, you know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your eyes in the mirror
silver light,
betrayal.
Yes, that night
you remember it too?
you were a coward, my brother
running from the family's crew.
Oh, I tried to pull you through
but you couldn't handle it any longer
you are a coward, my brother
running, tail between your legs,
I trained you to be much stronger.
Your eyes,
so identical to mine –
they haunt me with our family's attribute
the silver ribbon pattern of cold steel
I simply can't pull away from your trap
was your loyalty all a trick?
You remember it all,
don't you?
You were to be King and you left it to my name,
didn't you?
I wa
Real LifeReal Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She held the picture in her and smiled at the events of that day. The memories were still fresh in her mind.
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25th December 2008
He looked into her eyes and saw them brimming with tears. He could make out something was troubling her.
"What Happened?" he asked concerned
"Nothing" she lied.
"I expect some honesty here." He said trying to lighten the mood
"I said it nothing!" she almost screamed.
"OK!" he said accepting defeat.
"I will buy that!" he said unconvinced and a little annoyed.
They sat next to each other silently for the a couple of minutes
Suddenly she rested her head on his well
Baby-brewA faded brush-stab in a frame leaning against aBaby-brew3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
solid block of tedium and caring less about
the words dolphining into the walls
than about the matter she was born from,
the room-temperature that binds up the good nature
tightly to the bone-braced feet of something she
recognises less than the collarbones and thighs in the same enclosure;
clothing dyed with a vixen's laugh and only stolen for a moment
to protect an inheritance that lost its rights
somewhere back in a bed holding
questions in the creases -
I will not drink again.
talk violent to me, babeyesterday i went all around the house leavingtalk violent to me, babe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
post-it notes every where i want to fuck you
(the place was chock full of them) and this morning,
my mum took them all down, and said not a chance
is any daughter of mine doing that.
sketching out meridianssketching out meridianssketching out meridians3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her obsidian eyes,
my fingers carefully trace angles
crisscrossing the arcs of her
irises.
latitudinal horizons
stretch illimitably
into inky darkness,
breathing in the strange wayward way
of lovers
who have been apart
for too long.
a spark of recognition illuminates
her blackest depths,
and every word I have ever said becomes
obselete.
SomedayEverytime I see her faceSomeday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help but smile
Everytime I hear her voice
My heart skips a beat
No...forget skipping
My heart just stops
Everytime I talk to her
I forget how to breath
And I get those annoying little butterflies in my stomach
I just wish that one day
Maybe some day soon
I could tell her how I feel
Admit how badly I want to be with her
Confess my love for her
Break down and spill my heart to her
And maybe
Someday
I can do it without fear
But for now
I'll have to live with telling her my secrets in silence
DedicationI am the night-guiding constellationDedication3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fixing myself in your sky of lost dreams
(Aligning the soft stars so we can meet).
I am the sanguinely zealous pilgrim
Traveling far to dedicate my heart
To everything that makes you who you are.
I am the dam built to hold your waters,
Keeping the proud flood-gates closed 'til your eyes
Are ready to free all the fears inside.
I am the extinct passionate poet
Expressing my soul's keen intent to you
With wise words that heal 'cause of love so true.
I am the unbreakable general
Standing so still and strong on the front-lines;
I'll defend your heart 'til the end of time.
Daniel Haigh
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