Sodoma si GomoraEa? Ea-i o fată drăguță, elegantă în felul ei.Sodoma si Gomora4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Felul principal pe zi pare plimbatul pe alei că-i
obosită mereu... o văd cum se plânge de dureri
și eu stau pe gânduri.
Îi cedez locul meu, deși poate merită mai mult.
Și nu-mi mulțumește niciodată - poate-i orgoliu ăla feminin de vină,
poate-i noaptea, mașina ce ne ține ca-n vitrină,
dar îmi placi, `mi place
nebunește să o privesc de sus când citește
sau când se uită fix în ochii lui și el privește prin ea
dar ea sensibilă se stinge ca o stea dar...
draga de ea, cade cam rar,
când toți proștii din viața ei o tratează murdar.
E colorată gentil de haine și parfum discret
machiaj plin de curaj,
și un ruj roșu, încet,
pantofi cu toc tare,
obosiți de plimbare,
fustă ușor peste genunchi
și o geanta mare,
Poisonous PeopleYou made me breathe smoke; ashPoisonous People3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
coated my lungs - polluted by you, by
soot; you're poison, you're garbage -
toxins spread through my veins, I'm
radioactive, because I let you under
my skin, how could I? How could
you? I'll cut you out with sterilized
knives; I'll sear my skin, torch my
blood. Burn me, burn you out... let
the iron turn to rust, oxidize as it
pours out, hits air, collides, purifys -
I may need a transfusion, a skin
graft or two, but I'll be rid of you.
i don't have the wordsI'm getting used to this feelingnot because it's comfortable. In fact, it's lodged itself between my lungs and my ribcages and makes every moment a gasp for air. But I've grown into itinto relearning how to breathe, into talking in more of a whisper so that people feel like they need to be closer just to hear what I'm saying, into rewiring my circuitry so that every waking moment isn't spent deciphering what's in my head.i don't have the words3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Since the thing is explaining that would be like trying to hold up the sky with just the palm of your hand. Millions of years of the atmosphere and gravity existingcompletely unyieldingall reduced to you with the entire world in your grasps. That's how big this feeling is. The size of the sky couldn't even hold it. Trying to tell you what I'm thinking is like figuring out what actually keeps our hearts beating even when we have no idea. Or reasoning how it is that even after someone leaves there's a piece of them alive in every person that's st
You, SimpleYou, Complex--You, Simple4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Consider blank square in front of you;
Already perfect in itself
Only waiting for you to soil it.
To derive a labyrinth of graphite, a city of values and textures
As you project your imperfect mind onto the whiteboard
Juxtapose the two entities
Untouched perfection; a state in which you cannot recreate
Prune the fruit that cannot be produced
And then proceed to tell me
FatherYou remember a time when the world was not all rage and hunger.Father3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You were young and free of pain then. The forest was your domain, and you reigned upon it unchallenged. You were the top of the food chain. You were, simply, the biggest, meanest thing there was, and life was simple.
Then an intruder came.
At first you growled and gave chase, but the newcomer was not afraid of you. In fact, the more you bared your teeth, the closer the newcomer would get. Puzzled by this strange behavior, you decided to let the intruder stay. Besides, you had never encountered anything like it before, other than in a very distant past, one you barely remembered, when the world was made of warmth and softness.
It took some of the food you hunted, but shared its own kills in return. And as the sun rose and you crawled back to your burrow, it would huddle up against your side.
Had you known of the concept of love and matespritship, you know have understood.
Time passed, and the newcomer was no longer new to y
VS Miss: With afterthoughtFuck! I don't think I've been this enraged since I first tried to capture a Skarmory. I absolutely hate it when I lose my temper that way. Makes me feel like I'm not in control of myself.VS Miss: With afterthought3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I still can' fathom what motivated her to do such a drastic thing as pushing me over!
Nobody, and I mean nobody pushes me to the ground and walks away with it! Maybe not with their nose relocated from their face into their brains, but in some cases, with a broken spirit. Which I in this case succeeded to do with that stuck up brat.
It still humors me, in this sadistic way, how she screeched like a Zubat when she lost so easily to my Swellow, Sierra.
Hell, it probably was the smartest of the three to use seeing how easily she dodged most of the incoming bags of trash due to her small size. Though, Moria is a capable of taking heavy damage, I doubt she'd ever forgive me for forcing her into such a disgusting and smelly situation. Pidgeot on the other hand could easily have whirled all that r
FlightWoodpeckerFlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Woodpecker King
You're unearthing Mother's treasures
In the halls of wooden towers
Your strikes are resounding softly
The blows the keys to Her gifts
Do you feel each vibration
As you relentlessly take
Your Red Crown a-blazed
Your lance raised forth to strike
You'll push through the secrets to Earthly life
Oh Woodpecker King
Dear Kingfisher Knight
The swamp is your battlefield
Of which you swiftly uphold your clan's might
You're quick to the draw
With a grace so veritable
Foes stand stricken at your visage
Their lives end justly
Your light form misjudged
Your actions speaking loud
You'll stand tall and strong and proud
Dear Kingfisher Knight
My Hummingbird Prince
Your steady heart endures
Against the pummeling winds
With wings lifting light
You will not falter or fret
Still you're quite humble in flight
Not a sound shall be uttered
My Grandmother's LogicGrandmothers have wisdom?My Grandmother's Logic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think not
You smile and say, "What an ugly girl!"
You frown and say, "Why are you so pretty?"
You are tired and tell me to go to bed,
But when I need rest you say, "Why going to bed so soon?"
You tell me to get out of my room
But refuse to take me anywhere
I stop eating for one day
And you say, "You're really fat."
I try to work and reach for my dreams
While you laugh and say, "They'll never come true!"
You say for me to be more independent
But you won't let me do any chores
You complain about all the work you have
But let nobody help you
I make a mistake and say, "I'm sorry" with all my heart
You laugh and say, "You're never sorry!"
I try to find happiness
And you always rip it away from me
You say I never try hard at anything
But I'm a straight A+ student
You say for me to go to church
When you never go to church yourself
I try to follow everything you say
But you're never satisfied
You call me crazy and say you're unhappy
But I know you're the one that ma
DoREM Quest 02DoREM: Quest #2DoREM Quest 023 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was normal... as normal as any day in REM as it could be lately. The sky was a clear, pure blue and the clouds drifted by breathlessly. There was a bunny in one of them, a flower in another and one that seemed to be a terror, or at least it had the possibility of being one. She starred up mindlessly, dipping her fingers into the fountain behind her.
"HEY YOU!" A voice broke her concentration, or lack there of. Her eyes drifted over to the other side of the pond. A young boy was yelling at some random people. She could hear some of what he was yelling, but not exactly. From the look of the people, he was annoying them, but not only that, insulting them also.
She observed him for some time, though she wasn't sure how long. Some of the people who came by were infuriated and stormed off. Others tried to beat him up though he managed to run away and hide quickly enough. While others took up whatever h
hopeless i say i care when i do not,hopeless3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
reaching out to you but clasping nothing but blackness,
you, a shadow behind my eyes,
is it guilt that i stay with you?
the question ties at my heart,
with every thought or insecure feeling you are there.
a transparent figure in the dark,
i can feel it now,
with each beat of my fevered heart,
with each breah in my flattened lungs,
the reason behind our binding.
as our hands twine,
our eyes meet,
saliva spreads from one to the other,
tounges laping around the soft cavern of our mouths,
an empty space in my mind and chest,
a ticking time bomb waiting to explode,
gentle humming threaded into the hole my
True BlueTrying hard to dry my tearsTrue Blue3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rousing strength to fight my fears
Using words my Father spoke
Earning freedom from this yoke
Bending chains with iron will
Living life with every thrill
Unconstrained under the Son
Even blue skies can be won
Fortune Cookie FortuneFortune Cookie Fortune3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Deal with the present instead of wallowing over past mistakes. Rest and plenty of fluids should offset the food poisoning.
Fortune Cookie PhilosophyThe child who does not swallow all that's given by the hand that feeds, is he who grows to question everything. You are what you eat.Fortune Cookie Philosophy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fortune cookie contestThose who set their neighbor's dog on fire exchange freedom for fame on Youtube.Fortune cookie contest3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Learn Chinese: 否 有罪 (fǒu yǒu zuì) - not guilty
Singing to the FirefliesWhen I was little, I'd refuse to capture fireflies and stuff them in their prisons of glass, to taunt them by leaving them leaves for blankets, like they'd last the night.Singing to the Fireflies3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sure, they made their mesmerizing will-o-wisps, but to force them to put on a show 'til their deaths was too much to bear.
So I simply sang to my fireflies, sang about winter and fall and the colours, so reminiscent of their golden glow, as if we had fireflies year round...
The aspens leaves, a sunburnt yellow, so happy and vibrant...
A fire, it's warm ochre aura smelling of applewood and cedar...
And the first daffodils of spring, of course, poking their heads from the snow, laughing gaily even as cruel frost smothered them.
But the fireflies will forever hold my hearts, their lives doomed never to see their seasonal reincarnations.
ListeningIs it possible not to give your doubtListening4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the incredible is explained?
For does it not protect from foes without,
And from those within that are fox-minded
Who but seek to cause your ruination?
But this safety comes at a costly price,
Which is: lacking wisdom, revelation,
And other gifts of God preventing vice.
Yet how does one attain these lofty goals
Of which the sages and the learned speak?
How can we retrieve what our logic stole?
The simple answer which we always seek,
The unsolved question that tortures all men,
That is never understood is: Listen!
Bittersweet DestinyBreak your spell on me,Bittersweet Destiny4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been tangled in your wrath
since day one;
Cruel thinking's all you have.
Don't you think you've given all you can give someone
when you withhold me from freedom
and put me towards hate and want?
I've given everything I have!
I'd rather fall into abyss,
then go back to what's been foretold.
This life is a disaster!
I knew something was amiss
when I saw you
playing with my life
like a game of chance;
its not something you can settle with heads or tails.
Every time I tear away from you,
I'm pulled astray from the path of freedom.
Quit building me up,
then tearing me down
because every time I crash and
An Angel of the Night SkyThere is an Angel of the Night Sky, with one sacred taskAn Angel of the Night Sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To greet the new comers, and answer all that they might ask
To help and to guide them with what Knowledge he knows,
Is what the Father had charged Zephaniah, which he most gladly bestows.
Hark! Hark! See the one bursting now!
As the dust glitters down her brow
Her naive light too shy to pierce the dark
Such a pure being, bashful with her spark
With her eyes, two diamonds of light,
Towards the beloved Earth she rests her sight
And beholds all the mortals in battle and war
Such horrible scenes of violence and gore!
The pair of fiery eyes turned away; she felt cold and afraid
Beneath her were two morals, on the crown of a shadowy glade
So peaceful and quite was the air about them, yet they whisper
As if one had a great secret and the other was to be the barer
She drifts down the sky, in the form of a moth, and closer she drew
Just in time to hear one of them say to the other, "I love you".
What happened next, the star did not unders
climb to the dragons den 2Climb to the Dragons Den 2climb to the dragons den 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dust, dust so thick you couldnt see your hand right in front of your face, dust so dirty you would be covered with it in seconds. Shawn woke completely covered, Shawns mind flooded with memories of what transpired. There was a cave, then there was a dragon, and then the cave collapsed. DRAGON! Shawn jolted from his trance and looked around, it was pitch black, Shawn coughed vigorously as his lungs filled with dirt that swirled through the air, Shawn moved his hand around trying to find his light, his hand hit only rocks until he found it, he fumbled in the dark for the switch. A beam of light, like a search light penetrated the darkness, he covered his mouth with the collar of his shirt, the light roamed around hitting only piles of rubble and dirt.
Shawn was lying beside the cave wall, behind him WAS the cave exit, which is now a pile of rocks. Slowly the dust settled, Shawn looked at his leg, where the dragon got him, it was red and swollen, and a gash an i
The End of All SufferingThis world breeds desolate intentionsThe End of All Suffering4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Harbingers of pain and misery rejoice
At our own splendour they've found solace
And bring forth a reckoning of angels
In a world where angels prey upon men
And men prey on the sheep and the cattle
Their true intentions become fastidious and rare
The angels are not kings, but shepherds
Hands are held tight by the heavens
And our world begins to truly suffer anew
Our losing grip of reality finally sets in
And it is yourself that can no longer stand
And as the heavens open their gates once more
And the feeble minded stumble their way inside
It is hard to imagine a world where so little can go wrong
When we're living in a world where so little can go right
Inyourhand-or-onyourshoulderI would search out the truthInyourhand-or-onyourshoulder4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the truth has already spun
its mess of lies
to defend itself
is this stupidity
just another form
I would warrant your life
if you gave yourself to me
I have waited so long
to be the apple in your tree
come inside from the rain
there's a fire, barely a flicker
you won't even see the cinders when
they break your opened heart
keep it closed
for all time
keep it closed
because we can
no longer wonder
the curiosity floats by
like a whiff of the pie on the sill
we cut down your apple tree
and devoured every bite
bark, roots, leaves, and core
The Phoenix DancerA flash of redThe Phoenix Dancer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as a skirt twirls around.
Hips sway side to side
lost to the beat.
A twist of the waist
sends the on lookers in awe.
A flick of the wrist
pleases the crowd.
A shake of the head
reveals a wave of black.
And then the whole image burns up
in a flash.
Leaving a pile of ash
in the place of the dancer.
And I must remember
that she wasn't made to last forever.
ChangeStripped of purposeChange4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and left dangling
from fence posts
like water logged cans
that no longer scare unwanted souls from this place.
Bounded with the need for knowledge
and forced to watch
as geese take flight,
their destinations unknown.
Trapped among the seasons embrace
but unable to still the violent nature
of painted clouds.
Bound always to entertain crows
who cackle and dance
as hay fields sway.
Damage.Words at the cornersDamage.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your mouth.
It's freezing cold here,
but I'm not going south.
Sleepily opening my eyes,
but why do I,
when I only see things I despise?
Every day I yawn and ache
but there never is an earthquake...
Shut off the power
in the top floor.
We don't need the lights