-November-A tale was told a time ago-November-5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of broken promises and falling snow.
Scarlet tears fell from her wrist,
a sharp pain, but a gentle twist.
The ground once white,
now stained with red.
It gave her agony
and gave her dread.
A forgotten soul
now left to decay.
Unloved and shattered
on her final day.
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.
A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.
She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
And royal purples.
She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
And closed caverns.
But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.
The girl was lonely.
So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.
Story for a penny in a canStory for a penny in a can7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest.
Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except -
Not crows. Full fledged, "Morrigan-is-going-to-get-you-if-the-witches-don't" ravens all sitting on a single line. No surprise power went out in our neighborhood every couple months. Never seen a fried bird though.
Between black cats, cracked glass, flickering lights at home, the city calling the dump 'historical', and the birds watching, it was kinda weird no one had this idea before. Group of kids see a big old ratty creepy house, f
cameoYou would always laugh when I would mention that my profilecameo5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
would make an awful cameo necklace. My face would wrinkle
with doubt and it would make you laugh harder and you would
mock my every agitated movement like a five year old and I
couldn't escape you like I can't escape my own reflection and
you loved that.
Presently, I am washing dishes like a feminist. With my hair
untied and resentful, I pick up spoons and measuring cups and
bowls and forks all covered in food and I hate that. The remnants
of some oral delight and here I am watching the water bloat
porous foods like it's made a bad life choice.
I pick up a spatula and I think I see you through the blinds. Your
mouth unfolds into a smile as my body unfolds over the sink so
I can adjust my eyes through the plastic shutters. I tap on the
glass. You laugh at me and I tear the blinds from the top of
the window like a passionate idiot. With my feet in the sink,
I press myself against the glass with hopes of falling through.
Anything bittenAnything bitten is swollenlyAnything bitten5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
simple, gutted like the alley
where your imagined arm is.
So many poems about the wind-
so many yous I am no longer me-
if I believed myself
inhaling would seem absolute,
I am not passively wailing
in excessive syllables to
only know how tantalizing
a comma can be.
hesitating under the world's
There,I am this secondary water source,There,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled with mud and something th
e government thought was the equi
valent of a knockknock joke. When
you drink all that I am, there is
a satisfying feeling in the pit o
f your stomach, somewhat like an
ulcer, and all the frivolity ins
ide of me tremors with purpose.
Unfortunately, as the sun decid
es to pack up, and as the day be
gins to lock the deadbolt, I fe
el as though I am exactly what I
And I am,
no stronger for it.
Left alone - Eiji.AndrewEiji wasnt a big person. He was very much on the smaller side of things. His temper, just the same as his height, was legendarily short. Andrew had held off telling him about how hed been feeling recently just because of that.Left alone - Eiji.Andrew7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What do you mean youre feeling lonely? Eiji scoffed, I know I work a lot but can't be lonely. I'm not lonely, and we live together. How does that even work?.
Andrew groaned, I tell you Im feeling lonely and you immediately throw it off because youre not. He stood up, clenching his fists, Youre lucky I dont even think to mention youre not lonely because youre fucking anyone who wants it.
Oh, dont shoot that gun. Eiji warned.
Andrew was fuming, and he was swearing - and only two minutes into the argument. This wasnt going to just blow over.
Are you really lonely or are you just angry Im getting some away from you?
monarchsI am troubled with the opaque nothingnessmonarchs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that has decided to(with all but his sad
shaped hat and curious shrieking plaid tr
ousers)choose the seat beside me, stale w
ith pigeons that have no destination, ree
king of amity and all his clever friends.
I am forced to expose my neck, shrug twi
ce and not thrice, and eloquently explain
that I am a string of fuck yous with one
bulb burnt out. I also must explain the
delicate lace in the pit of my stomach,
the hidden worlds wrapped around your ir
ises, and most of all, the feeling of c
atching a butterfly within your palms.
Newspaper crinkles with the silence of
potholes and smug coughing as I stare
into the palms of my hands; somewhere,
there is hope in between my fingers
like bags filled with tissue pap
er. Somewhere, you are sleep
ing with wings writhing in
your teeth and in your ha
ir. Somewhere, I know
the feeling of
As he nodded I created violets
in the lifeless smudge on the
Disappointment is uninspiring.
1when I wake up with15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers inevitably
tracing the lining of
like and repulsively
organic),I find my
with words and
pull out apolo
gies one by
when they are in my hands
and tangible and covered
in cathartic saliva,
I can quietly breathe
"I was never sorry,"
and not choke because
truth is always more
delightful the second
3your words build up,35 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nesting in my tonsils
with the charming intensity
of labor contractions
-let them curdle like
milk in the craters of
my most secret teeth.
i only know you by the
tide of your breathing,
like tortured mahogany against my
and the thought of you two years
ago excites me, so don't let
the holes in your eyes
like oedipus ruin
that for me.
Part I - PrologueINTRODUCTIONPart I - Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Long, long ago... in the days before enlightenment...
Before science and industry and the subsequent suspension of superstition and belief in the preternatural... the world was quite a different place.
In those fargone days the mountains were higher, the forests were thicker, the seas were both deeper and wider, and even though the stars shone brighter, the lights made by man were very dim, and so the nights were darker.
Every castle had a wizard, every village had its women who gathered for the practicing of witchcraft; and brave knights and selfless saints filled the hearts and minds of the people with tales of heroism and sacrifice; and gnarled hermit trolls lived under bridges, and brown reptilian kobolds lived in caves serving their dragon lords, and fairy folk lived in subterranean passages whose entrances were hidden under mushrooms. Wandering alone in the countryside, fleeting glimpses could be had, of unicorns; of satyrs, of nymphs and centaurs.
inevitable thingsbeing secure is like crying without any eyesinevitable things7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and (coincidentally) i have those
you are close lines reverberating
all over my fingertips,pivoting
and heaving and knowing that
(did i tell you that christmas
it always reminds me of loneliness)
reminding me that
i never want the
of my nose to be pallid
and inflated with the
absence of light
wings of you
floating through paradise like it's already yours
it floating through you like
(and that loneliness
it always reminds me of the things i need to do-
like doing my laundry and dying)
THROUGH SOMEONE ELSES EYESPART ITHROUGH SOMEONE ELSES EYES7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I got back from the gallery, the house was empty. Its stressful, spending all day wearing a mask and telling myself I must smile and I must be articulated or even that I must keep the reputation I built up over the years. All these musts drain me in ways I couldnt be able to express in words, but if I had to I would say it feels like a needle, puncturing the same sore spot, over and over again, digging deeper as time passes by. Lani says I must get used to it, but I cant and probably never will. My reward is the probability of having someone to fuck at the end of all the torture, but sometimes, actually most of the time, I ask myself if its really me whos gaining something.
A couple of hours later, Laken arrived. I was surprised he was even out. Usually hes in, only going out for photographs, but it was a rainy day and I didnt think he would take Jacqueline in those conditions. Its hard to accept the fact that I re
and to know you,noone,'You smell like sleep and Iand to know you,noone,'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't believe in anything;
dreams like fat caterpillars
unhungry with metamorphosis.
ab libitum, 4The clandestine small of your back throbbed with the rhythm of feet that are unsure of theirab libitum, 45 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
destination- reality hot on your tongue, the kind of hot that makes it flail, forgetting
that it's a tongue, forgetting how to taste. When your face feels as though it
could slip right off of the ivory mystery that is your skull, don't hesitate
to breathe. Don't forget to breathe, don't forget that you're
nothing. Writhe while your heart expands, engorged with
your own imagination - his chest, nothing forever,
an eternity that ends with its beginning.
Sunken into your lungs is the floor,
you can live now, they always
were outside of you- an out
of human experience where
your body simply leaves
you, and what is left
but quotes by
,'am i allowed toThe best thing about you is that,'am i allowed to5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know how I got here and
I've never been more happy
to treat words politely.
O, writing, you are a
but when he kissed me
it was like inhaling
after having your
head held under
and the electric inside
of me made a new
The PartingI remember the way it ended between us. It was right after one of the band's Saturday night concerts at The Hole and it was a sticky hot night and the air above the pavement was still shimmering in the aftermath of a day in the summer sun, and there were mosquitoes, thick like a buzzing veil, all around us. We were sitting on the hood of my car eating something fried from a plastic-foam basket. I don't remember what kind of food it was exactly, but I know it tasted like chicken because even the hamburgers at Fry's tasted like chicken. And it was altogether miserable, but I was happy, because I thought we were happy, but then I found out we weren't.The Parting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You looked at me with those dark-dreaming eyes that were suddenly so serious and full of meaning, and there was this nervous expectation in me, and I was holding my breath and listening for the next beat of my heart, because I knew you were going to ask me to move in with you. Because that was the next logical step. But, “You're
45 stupid ways to die 45 Stupid Ways to Die45 stupid ways to die8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Surfing during a typhoon
2. Driving drunk
3. Marrying Courtney Love
4. Marrying someone named OJ
5. Pissing on an electric fence
6. Forgetting to pull your parachutes ripcord
7. Hey! Gimme a match. I think my gas tanks empty
8. No, honey, I think that dress looks horrid on you
9. Walk unarmed through south-central LA.
10. Walk armed through south-central LA
11. Eat a lot of garlic in a small enclosed space
12. Your boy scout troop is using an aluminum canoe for shelter in a thunderstorm
13. Wearing a red shirt in an old Star Trek episode
14. Fishing during a tornado
15. Walking through Central Park during a gun fight
16. Getting run over by a train
17. Trying to get
requisite in B minorcupid plays a symphony of despair on our heartstringsrequisite in B minor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
DrugNo needles touch skin,Drug4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor any pills,
or even inhaled.
they remain away,
away from this harsh Earth.
They stare out windows
seeing things that aren't there
talking to myths and legends.
So far, far away
then we ever
could even think.
Thoughts on paper,
images scrawled down
in hasty markings.
Things said and drawn
that never have been before.
How do they keep going
without being grounded
to this dark Earth.
Yet they are here,
more than we ever think
seeing things that others never can.
They are writers and artists
using something that we have forgotten
seeing and hearing
with their imagination.
,'and all we know is thatThe sky's lips are forced to the rims of smokestacks-,'and all we know is that5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep drags like letting yourself become a lung.
I stare out of the window believing in the instinct
to love, while also believing in the gravity that
forces us to live. And we hope to things that
don't exist for things to get better.
All I want is for you to look at me in
a way that makes me feel like I exist.
She takes drags from cigarettes to
make her feel like she exists.
Make me feel like I exist.
Feel like me, I exist.
I exist like me.
Like me, exist.
as the sky takes drags from the
smokestacks like cigarettes.
TimeTime held my fingers,Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She cupped my palm.
Time is my friend,
Walking arm in arm.
She tells me my life,
A narrator of truth,
She's the memory, the future,
The destroyer of youth.
She makes me laugh,
She makes me cry,
Time makes me wonder,
Time doesn't lie.
I call her a fool,
She calls me back,
Time is the laughter,
I never lack.
She held my fingers,
She cupped my palm,
Then walked me to heaven,
Arm in arm.