The One Where The Cake IgnitesThe One Where The Cake Ignites9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Phoebe is in Central Perk with Ross.
Ross is writing a poem to Rachel,
unlikely as this may seem. Phoebe
listens to him recite it, then Chandler
walks in on the last few lines: "And Joey
is a noey like Hannukah with Monica,
so you see, you're left with me." "Monica
and Hannukah?" says Chandler. "Gee, Ross,
I thought you quit poetry." (Titles) Joey,
elsewhere, is cooking with Rachel.
They're baking a birthday cake for Chandler.
Joey's idea. They're counting on Phoebe
to keep him stalled. So, naturally, Phoebe
tells Chandler to write a poem for Monica.
"It's Phoebe's poetry workshop!" Chandler
relents, but writes four lines for Ross:
"Oh Ross/So cross/Becoss/Of Rachel."
Monica arrives in the flat to find Joey
and Rachel cooking. She screams. Joey
belts her - she falls unconscious. Phoebe
senses violence, contacts Rachel
psychically. "Something just happened to Monica!"
Chandler's ode has riled Ross.
He demands satisfaction from Chandler,
produces two pistols, whereupon Chandler
Vivisection - 1 I bit my lip and turned up the volume on my mp3 player in a vain attempt to ignore the paper ball that had been thrown at the back of my head. I knew that more would come, but had learned to live with it. If you could call my pitiful existence living. It certainly didn't feel like it.Vivisection - 17 years ago in Horror More Like This
After school each day, I would die. Well, not literally, but I'd die inside. It sounds corny, but it's the only way I can describe the bitter emptiness of my soul. The empty shell that was my body, me, would enter the empty house that I lived in, with its empty cupboards and empty greetings that would occasionally await me. After the empty day, I try to add something to my empty life.
I don't know what caused me to start doing this in the first place. It can't have been a plea for attention, because I didn't want any contact with people. I hated them all. Yet, to leave them all behind and head off to a better place seemed impossible. So pathetic.
But now, ev
Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm so in love with my sailor,
yet we're always apart,
and though the days are hard,
he's always in my heart.
I hold him in my heart,
until he can be by my side,
and it gets harder and harder,
every night that passes by.
I see him in my thoughts,
and all my fantasies and dreams,
he's the only one I think of,
or so it truely seems.
I imagine all the good times,
the ones where we laughed and cried,
and I can only miss him more,
and wish he was by my side.
The ocean took him away,
and now I just want him here,
and I really wish in that moment,
that he could just appear.
Though I know he'll be back someday,
It still hurts me when he's gone,
and I wish he never had to leave me,
but somehow I still move on.
I worry for him and his safey,
and secret tears will flow,
but through all of this,
he still loves me so.
I'm so proud of my navy boy,
and I can't wait to see him again,
but this is the hard and joyful life,
of what we call a navy girlfriend.
In the NavyIn the NavyIn the Navy7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cherry Hill, NJ: 1940
The tears filled my eyes as I watched him dress in hid bright white uniform. It was so pure and clean. Just like the first day he got it. I had promised myself that I wouldnt cry. But when you know that you may never see your husband again, thats not exactly the easiest thing to do.
He took one look at me and put me in his warm embrace. Thats when I lost it. The tears wouldnt go away. I didnt even bother to try and stop them. I was too tired. Too upset. Why did there have to be a war going on? Why couldnt they just leave us be?
Jimmy let go of me and said, Now stop those tears, hon. You know Ill always come home for you.
But what if you dont Jim, huh? What then? How are Linda and I supposed to go on without you? What if.....
Shhhhh.... Jimmy put his soft forefinger on my lips. Dont put those ugly thoughts in your pretty little head. Itll just give you
My Dearest, ToSoftened words and spoken spell,My Dearest, To6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
memories on which we dwell,
neither heaven, neither hell
this magic into which we fell.
Still I can't dismiss the sorrow
and breathe the wholesome air of morrow,
as I hear the morning sparrows
singing tuneful notes and sigh
of memories of you and I.
You stole my heart a thousand times,
silenced still these words and rhymes,
you come to me again sometimes
and make these arms this mind comply.
Oh, how my heart is beating,
let me sleep beside you sitting,
come and stop these thoughts repeating
to kiss again those lips in sigh,
in memories of you and I.
Take me to these cunning places,
show me to these private spaces,
take away all other faces
that hunt me to this day and by.
Hold me 'till the sun arises,
love me 'till the sky becomes as
velvet purple pure and starless
with birds and clouds and winds that sigh
the memories of you and I.
Let's enjoy this night in nuzzle,
wound me with those eyes that dazzle,
let me fill in blank this puzzle
that only leaves
Copper and GoldWarnings: Hints and mentioning homosexuality and bullying.Copper and Gold4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He is sulking.
He isn't sure what he is sulking about; it's just one of those days, where everything goes wrong.
He forgot his eraser, his lunch-money. He forgot to smile at Kirsha.
He stepped in dog crap and messed up in gym-class.
He had a fight with his Dad and his sister, and his brother found a puppy last night.
A puppy that peed on his bag and chewed on his shoes and made a mess everywhere else.
It's just been a bad day, and so he sulks at the spot where everyone comes to smoke.
Only that now it's empty and silent, only the old cigs keeping him company as he skips class for something like sulking.
He should feel guilty, and he does, but the days sucks so far and Vincent thinks he deserves this moment of peace.
Only that it doesn't last long.
Because he hears someone come closer. He scowls and looks up, ready to glare.
But his face slackens with surprise and he stares, instead, at the one that's the opposite of him
Locket Melody Of My Childhood.Even if memories should fade at first wake.Locket Melody Of My Childhood.8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Certainly your heart would acknowledge this fate.
Even if memories should fade at first wake.
I'll be there for you.
Please don't forget me,
Keep this memory!
Promise me that these feelings are real.
Catch me, should I fall,
We'll withstand it all.
Oh, together, together. Let's be:
You and Me.
Even if memories should fade at first wake.
Certainly your heart would acknowledge this fate.
Even if memories should fade at first wake.
I'll be there for you.
Army of skeletonsI'm completely lost in the abyss,Army of skeletons10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all I can see are heads
turning three-sixty degrees
and joints moving in a rather
synchronised, perfect manner -
jolting to one side, then the other.
As I stick my left joint up,
they stick their right
and it seems I will never be able,
never be able to follow this
imposing army of bony skeletons.
I try to march in their rhythm,
moving my skull just right -
sixty degrees anti-clockwise,
then three-sixty degrees clockwise...
making sure I walk parallel
to those that stand next to me, tall.
Trapped, all I can do is pretend
that I know what I'm doing.
As I march in the scorching desert,
a poor and stupid skeleton
trying to move in the same beat.
My fate is inevitable though -
I'm not fit to join this army
and it is only a matter of time
before I fall into the fine desert sand..
my soul will fly into the dry air
and my skeleton will lay there,
alone and helpless.
1: Warning SignsThe atmosphere in my seventh period Honors English class is just slightly more upbeat than "so bored this could cure my insomnia." I know I'm fighting sleep in these last moments. The only thing that can focus my attention better than the back of Jake Sivers' head are the tiny red lights of the clock; counting down the minutes until my salvation. It's 3:17; eight minutes to go.1: Warning Signs4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My eyelids droop.
Sometimes I wonder why we spend so much time learning how to read clocks when they put digital clocks everywhere. I just don't see the logic in that. Then again, I doubt there are many high schoolers who have the attention span to read a normal clock. I know I don't, though it might help me stay awake.
I avert my eyes and let them meander around the room, the 3:19 emblazoned on the backs of my eyelids. My vision is bombarded by the back-lit screens of cellphones as half the class answers texts simultanteously. It seems as if the only people actually paying attention to Mr. Wilson's lecture are
o' deathi.o' death10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
I CAN Send You a Letter, DearI CAN Send You a Letter, Dear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From one man to another
From one man to his lover
Is it taboo to write a letter
On this day, now or never?
Is it scandalous, our affair?
As we float, too high, on air
Though I wish I may, I wish I might
You're the only one for me tonight.
I wrap myself in your perfume
In the sweet embrace of your cocoon
To dance in the stars next to Ursabear
Will the world acknowledge such an affair?
I laugh and cry, you hold me tight
Our delicate love, to my delight
We won't hold back, no love to spare
As we lose ourselves in this affair
When we both are dead and gone
In our graves, side-by-side, along
Our children will accept and know
Just how much I loved you so
Over the sea and far out of sight
I am still with you on this night
My sweet love, my only man!
With love, from Afghanistan.
the birthday partyshe was seven years old.the birthday party3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was seven years old today. it was her birthday. there was birthday cake and ice-cream.
a birthday party.
a birthday party for the birthday girl.
a party with all her friends.
bright balloons and dancing.
dancing with friends.
and dancing with boys.
boys. girls. boys. girls. boys. boys. boys.
boys with big ears, bespectacled boys, and boys with sticky fingers.
birthday presents shiny and pretty.
she was seven years old.
today was her birthday.
the sun was bright between the splish-splash of april showers.
and there were rainbows and a new bicycle with a big, red bow.
it was her birthday.
she was seven years old.
laughter. smiles. dancing.
spinning until she was dizzy.
giddy with joy.
dancing with a boys.
the pretty boy.
the boy with big ears.
then the left-handed boy.
then the bespectacled boy.
and the boy with sticky fingers.
"let's go upstairs"
"this is like a doll's house"
as he led her, by the hand
into an abandoned space.
OverOver4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
He begged me not to do it. He told me over and over again not to end it all. But I will do it anyways, I will spill my blood right in front of him, make him suffer and burn like he made me do. I was already dead, already lost with no place to go. Nobody loves me for who I am, so why should I be here? I take out my knife and plunge it in my stomach, falling to my knees as a pool of blood formed around me. I looked at his pained face as he was scrambling toward me, trying to save my life. For the first time, he held me in his arms, with my blood dripping on his perfect figure. I looked at him and whispered, "I love you," and my vision went black as I closed my eyes, never to open again.
You Love MeMaybe you haven't noticedYou Love Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can no longer hide
These feelings for you
This heart inside
My heart beats fast
Even if you only say a word
You hold me captivate
But my heart is unheard
I look for you at night
But I know you won't be there
Though it's not your fault
I still sit here in despair
The sun may be warm
Though not as warm as you
They may say this is wrong
But these words aren't untrue
I'm hopelessly lost
Your eyes won't let go
Though I didn't know it
You had me at hello
Longing for your touch
Darkness is all I find
Fingers tracing a photo
My heart has begun to unwind
Heart in my hands
Slowly I slide it to you
A slight smile on your face
I now know you love me too
Forever In This MomentYou're the only thing on my mind right nowForever In This Moment5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you truly mean everything to me
Where would I be without you?
That's what I wonder tonight
Would I be able to make it?
I think we all know the answer to that
I may be sad sometimes
But when I see your smile
Or hear you laugh
My whole world brightens up
It's impossible to be sad
I have you now
With you here all my fears disappear
So never let go
For I'm never letting you escape me
When you look at me with those deep brown eyes
They sparkle just like the stars in the night sky
I feel like I'm finally alive
Your touch makes me week
Feels like I can't breathe
And the walls that used to surround me
They're all gone
You found me
Broken though all my defenses
You never see yourself as clearly as I do
Silvery halo about your head
Pure white feathers on your back
You really are an angel
My angel in disguise
For me you went to the fiery pits of hell
Got burned, bled, and became chard black
But when we flew a
Take Me AwayBroken I fallTake Me Away6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Agony fills my lungs
As I scream for you...
I must confess,
I scare myself
I'm sure I scare you more
Listen to me!
You know I'm not coming back...
For I desire the one thing I cannot have
I desire you...
I hate your pity
Each day brings me closer to you
But I cant live with what I have done
I'm so consumed by you
Fate screams at me
But I don't listen
I live in my fantasy world
And when reality hits
It hits hard
I can no longer fall into your arms
Death can no longer haunt me
For it has taken away the most precious thing
The person I hold dearest to me
Death took you
As the dark sky open up
It beckons for me to join you
So I go to where you are
I just have to close my eyes
Let the rain take me away...
Let's Pretend One Last TimeTalking.Let's Pretend One Last Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear it in my head.
That something's wrong with me.
That I'm sick.
That I'm shutting down.
But they don't get it.
No one does anymore.
So please stop pretending you do.
It just hurts me more.
I've been fighting and fighting.
Holding on for so long.
And for what?
All I get is people calling me sick.
Telling me I need help
What's the point?
I should just leave.
That would make it all better.
Make everything better...
I'm not worth it.
Not worth it at all...
Keep saying you're sorry.
And I'll keep nodding my head.
Because all we're doing is pretending.
Pretending that you understand.
Pretending that I'm not hurting you again.
Pretending that this will work.
Let's drop the act.
What's done is done.
I think it's time to give up and run.
But now you're asking for forgiveness.
And I'll grant you this one last time.
For the pain is surfacing.
And I think we all know,
To Love MeWhat am I to do?To Love Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the tape that held us together,
Its coming undone.
Just like all the unsaid,
I need you's.
So what if we've wasted time?
We can get it back.
Push me away a little longer,
And maybe I'll start to see,
Just how much you need me.
My useless words.
And maybe I'll tell you,
How much I need you.
Your beautiful tragedies.
We can put it all together.
But as I was once told,
Useless words and beautiful tragedies...
Well they just don't fit together right.
Just like the pieces of us.
But that's ok.
We can be a puzzle with missing pieces.
With cracks here and there.
One that's not completely done.
Because I hope we aren't.
I want to put this together.
Find a way to make us work.
To make you understand,
I love you...
And you might,
Love me too.
I'm With YouEyes see right through me.I'm With You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only your stormy eyes.
Inside I see your pain.
But on the outside you mask is well.
That smile fools everyone.
For I wear that same smile.
We're alike in too many ways.
We were never supposed to be this close.
You were never supposed to mean this much.
Not to me anyways.
Just because it shouldn't happen,
Doesn't mean it won't.
And just because you need something,
Doesn't mean it won't fade away.
Everything is just a blur now.
I didn't believe you.
Didn't want to.
Not when you said you couldn't love me.
Now all you say is sorry.
But it doesn't matter now.
I was willing to change for you.
Change my ways.
Play the part just so you'd love me.
But I wasn't enough for you.
I never was.
Fingers run through sand.
No longer your sandy hair.
It still reminds me of you.
You escaped me.
I didn't let you go.
Why would I?
Your skin was rough.
But your lips so soft.
I thought that if I kissed like you,
Maybe I could keep you.
Never here?I'll never be what you want me to be...Never here?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So why did I think you would understand?
I no longer want to be here..
You cant love someone you've never known
I want to tell you who I am...
But I'm afraid you'll break me like everyone else
I want all of this to be real...
But I'm not what you see
I want this moment to be real
I want to hold on...
But how can you say I never changed?
You never knew me in the first place
Am I just a question to the world?
Will I ever find the answer to me?
Or is the answer not meant to be heard?
One thing I know is I'm safe in his arms
Go ahead, say what you want
But I wont listen anyway
For you always ignored me...
Just because I'm not what you want me to be
You cant know what you've never learned
So how does it feel to stand on your own?
Just remember you don't know me...
Because really, I'm not here
Maybe I'll never be what you want me to be
Maybe you'll never understand
But I have a right to be here
I have a right to be known
Maybe you wont like who I am
I'm sorry...I tried to escape this world...I'm sorry...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though I said I would stay
I'm sorry I lied to you love
Maybe you can forgive me someday?
Just so you know the last person I thought about was you
I thought about our jokes
Your laugh, your smile, everything and anything about you
But than everything went black...and I swear my heart broke
Even in the darkness I still saw your light
Maybe that's why I'm still here...
I know I promised I would keep fighting this fight
But there was just too much fear
I'm sorry if this hurts you...
I'm sorry if I let you down
Please don't leave...help me make it through
I still need you or I will forever frown
Are you mad at me?
I really am sorry my friend...
It was just getting too dark to see
But I'm glad it didn't end...
I still haven't done all I've wanted
Haven't got my chance with you yet
And if I was gone your face would always haunt
I'm waiting, for we still haven't met
So I'll be here...
Just waiting for your forgiveness this night
And I'll understand if you