The Art of AgingThere was a time he builtThe Art of Aging5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sand castles by the sea
without the fear of waves and wind
and careless birds
with fretful wings
and restless feet of human beings
that made his castles crumble down
again, again, again.
The crisp and salted seconds
dripped out of his days
Memories became his beaches,
his castles mere accounting forms,
and paper-thin bills his dragon kites.
And his grandchildren built sand-castles.
These ironed trousers
were not meant for beaches
as childhood is not meant for men.
But all his desires
would begin to conspire;
he'd fall into white sky sheets
and re-wind life
during dreamless nights.
He counted the stars
and built a castle from them,
the mortar much stronger
than watered sand.
When night let go her black-sky veil
the castle ramparts blurred
til the next setting sun.
Night tip-toed away and beside her,
his childhood marched on.
Only a few metres to goThe wind brushes it's fingers through my long, brown curls, whisking the tendrils back over my slender shoulders. The smell of the ocean is strong, wafting up into my nose. The waves are big, crashing viciously against the edge of the cliff face I'm standing on. I'm at the top, staring down over the edge. The seagulls are squawking and circling around the water, looking for food, scrounging for survival. I sit on the edge of the cliff, hug my knees to my chest and just breathe. I look out of the ocean's face, smiling at the crystalline blue, sparkling slightly from the sun beaming down on it. The slight breeze makes the day bearable. Summer is always too hot. I want to go for a dip in the water, let the coolness caress my body as I glide through the ocean. That's the sad thing about not being able to swim. I sigh, rest my chin on my knees and just stare down at the waves crashing and swelling against the shore line and cliff face, getting calmer further out to sea, along the horizon whOnly a few metres to go5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ParadeKid,The Parade5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't seen
in so long.
I remember you
You used to
Squeeze the milk
Out of bones and cacti;
Wonder about how
It got there.
While the others
Watched you stare
At white walls.
I must have
A forgetful potion;
Watched too many
Stick their steeples
Inside of green emeralds.
I don't know when
Or where you've been
But I'm pretty sure
I felt you
PagesAs I leaf through these pages,Pages5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the letters bound my eyes
I get lost, I can't get out,
lost in this wondrous world.
Pages of magic,
that I turn.
My fingers move to flip,
as my eyes dance with the words.
I can stay like this for hours.
Suspecting I would hesitate to leave.
perhaps I would never let go,
I could waste away to nothing while in these pages.
What fantastic stories that I have the privilege to read.
My stress, worries, and responsibilities are all forgotten
even my mind is lost... in these pages
All I can focus on is the story.
Majestically, the characters dance in my mind.
I can see what happens,
as I picture the scenes.
Endlessly reading in a world of unknown.
Perhaps one day I will stop...
shes painting the roses red.the city calls for girls and drugs;shes painting the roses red.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
burning daylight and burning liquid,
into veins and hearts
and hollowed out bones pulled taught over milky white skin.
see their brownbrown eyes
too dead for any real colour.
and the boys and the tricks,
and pimps and whores,
too cold to care about the fuck.
and this is the world i stare at from across my seat in the breakfast diner.
the sunlight rips through the scene from the window on the plaster white wall;
a door unveiling a choice.
or hide my time among books and lies
tucked away in a corner hill in the residential green
of generic homes on rows;
and a library with a throne-
that ended this whole mess.
it ended with a kiss under the stars
where only kings could play.
he asked me why i did it, so innocently.
i turned to him, eyes of poison and words of lustful acid
(i could not have sounded anymore dead.)
the first one was an accident.
but i liked the rip of the flesh, and the pour of the blood.
so i kept going until i was satisfied with my bl
Snow Day SurpriseHey there. My name's Ash. Don't call me Ashley. I'm sixteen. I like running. And, just so you know, I'm homosexual.Snow Day Surprise5 years ago in Teen More Like This
That's the way I greet just about anyone these days. Usually, the reactions I get are pretty interesting. Some people are struck dumb for a moment. Some people practically run in the opposite direction. Some people just act awkward. Just a few will act like it's normal; one in a hundred will hit on me. One in a thousand are serious. I haven't met that one in a thousand yet. I'm still waiting for her.
It's abrupt, I know. People are uncomfortable when facts like that are thrown in their face, much less the very first time they meet me. But it's something I gotta do.
See, I came out last year, the day I turned fifteen. And let me tell you, it caused an explosion of sorts. My dad was supportive; my Mom was not. My sister was nice about it, in a way that can be called... tolerant. And I lost more than half my friends. So you can kind of see why I do what I do now. If I'm goin
In the Moon LightIt calls to meIn the Moon Light5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the mist of the night,
shrounded by darkness
and in to the light,
I yearn to stay
'Til the end of my days,
watching it beauty
'Til by light it fades
a veil of peace
falls over the land,
seen by all
from the ice to the sand,
I'd follow the moon
'Til death surpass,
a loyal servent
'Til turned to ash.<B>
I can't understand people...Why does it seem like I'm the only one to understand?I can't understand people...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seems like everything is different for me and only me, no one understands me.
I see things differently than you.
I could stand in some crowded streets; I wouldn't receive even a glace, as if I was invisible.
Do people hate me?
Or is it because I'm different than them?
Just watching them makes my blood boil and my heart sink.
I want to just scream at the sky but, what would be the point no one would hear me.
I have a plan
I will just stand here and watch them all fight amongst themselves.
Let them say what they want about me.
Not going to let them bother me as I stand in this crowd.
I'm in my own world, just leave me alone.
I don't think I will ever understand people, or what they are thinking.
Leave me be go find someone else to bother.