Swedish Elkhound-LitSwedish Elkhound-Lit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She tugged on my fur like I was a teddy bear,
Her tiny fingers curled in my thick gray mane.
My fluffy tail is her blanket of warmth.
She laughs and giggles at everything I do.
And I laugh at the joy she so easily receives.
As she rests on her mother's lap to sleep-
My master and I slip from the cabins nest.
Evening approaches as dusk settles in the air.
My ears pricked for the slightest of sounds,
I keep my nose pointed down- for the scent of elk.
It fills my nostrils as if they stood before me.
A bark emanates from deep within me,
Then I dash across the snow-covered terra.
My master followed at a distance, trusting my senses.
My prey cannot hide its tracks along the forest floor.
And before they know it I am upon them.
The bull turns to face me to protect his does.
He will not fear me nor do I fear him as he charges.
I dodge his antlers with the swiftness of a ghost,
I sink my teeth into his hind leg then release quickly.
He calls out in pain as he rings his head around.
This Game We Call RomanceThis is a strange game we all playThis Game We Call Romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A game we call romance
Just like a chess piece we take turns
Its one mysterious dance
As we grow up we learn our role
Our tongues learn to deceive
Nobody wants their thoughts revealed
Who knows what to believe
We're told that there are many maps
They say our heart will guide
Yet broken ships can sail off course
We question things inside
This ancient game has great rewards
Treasures wait to be found
We have to find the correct key
Great warmth hides underground
We bide our feelings behind masks
And hope we'll find the one
That special someone to dance with
This game just might be fun
Closer Than BloodYou tense at everythingCloser Than Blood9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Already hurt by it
Even if it's harmless
Just in case
You run away
I can't stop you
It tears my heart out
I can't stand to see you hurting
And I want so much to protect you
From myself and the world
But you won't let me
Too used to the way you've done things
For so long
You're so strong
It's like nothing can break you
But I'm the same
And I know better
I know that
You're only so strong
Because you've been broken
The wild spirit I love
Reduced to nothing
Trapped in the cage of society
Where the rules bind you
And bring you down
You need freedom
And the promise
Of love and protection from harm
I can't promise you that
Because although you and I run from pain
We've also been taught to fight back
Sometimes against each other
When our flight gets too hard
How I wish I could
Make that promise to you
We've got a bond
By our sad habits
And you break my walls down
As I do yours
No barrier can come between u
Autumnal taleAutumnal tale5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Осень стелет под ноги
Распятые листья, и кошки
С неизбежностью вечной
Летят в мышеловки машин.
Тебя трудно найти,
Но тебя потерять невозможно.
Guitar BoyGuitar boy...Guitar Boy8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Play that guitar like its the only thing out in the world,
The only thing in the world that can bring peace.
And let the songs ring inside the ears and souls of your audience...
Let your music ring and rejuvenate the souls of the listeners,
Revitalize the souls of the audience,
And give them pleasure that no other thing in the world can bring.
For no other thing in the world can bring peace...
Stand before us and sing out your soul,
Feed us your anger, your pain, your pride,
Feed us with your lines of truth and of lies,
For we are gluttonous pigs,
And our gluttony keeps us alive...
Man who stands before us,
Showing every aspect of his own personal being,
Playing away at the strings,
Calling out to life and those around him,
To simply sit and listen,
To simply sit and absorb the knowledge that he has to bring...
Man who plays stairway to heaven,
Only one who deserves for it to come down for him,
Never receiving it him
Following HerFingertips brush away stray hairs, arms are secure around her shouldersFollowing Her7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He watches her, like her own dearest angel
While he sleeps on the other side of the world, his sleeping seconds belong to her
He wants her to claim him, sending living hints in his waking words
She puts to clues together but doubts their reality
Frustrated sighs in the sun and under the clouds
Their separate reasons are close to the same revelation
They are each other, connected by unseen fibers stretching
Threatening to snap them together
He draws the curve of her smile in his mind, the shine in her eyes
She tries to taste him around her, not quite failing nor quite succeeding
Clueless wandering, orbiting around her
Hysteria rising in his throat, he screams against her skin
Cries into her neck, she only feels the memory of whispers
Locking his eyes on her face, he steps back to reality
Dreaming of when shell join him there
Girls are Monsters in DisguiseWho I look like and Who I amGirls are Monsters in Disguise5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are two different things entirely.
I am at current a small little girl,
With teeth carved to a metal-sharp.
I wear bloody red bows in my hair,
And lick your bodily fluids off my fingers.
I lurk in the toy department of Wal-Mart,
Waiting for children to innocently enter my lair.
I wear black dresses and gothic rings,
With skulls painted on my thin cheeks.
My green ivy eyes without any pupil
Send shivers down the thin boy's spine.
My voice is as sugary as they come,
Saying 'please help me find my mommy?'
Everyone takes innocence at face value,
And I know this one is mine.
What I am is something quite fearsome--
The she-monster of children's nightmares.
With shimmering scales of blood and sweat
Of my victims, totally devoured in moonshed light.
Green eyes aglow like two hideous lanterns
Embedded in my blackened skull.
Claws curving out like fishhooks to skewer
Boys and girls alike for my ever-so-small meals.
The question that remain is simple, dear:
I CAN Send You a Letter, DearI CAN Send You a Letter, Dear5 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.
Love Reaps part 18Love Reaps part 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's turning me into a pushover. I mean, I've never been a pushover!
She wants food.
I get it for her.
She wants a better room.
I argue with the manger to get it for her.
She feels sorry for Elapse.
I carry him up a flight of stairs so he can lie in MY bed.
This is ludicrous, why does this insignificant girl have so much power over my will. Every time I try to glare into her dark eyes, wanting with more than anything to say a 'Fuck NO', it comes out as a hesitant yes. God please help my tainted and tortured spirit to get resistance to her deep soul shaking eyes.
I glued my eyes on his gold locks; it was beginning to sting my eyes. A natural urge to destroy stuff that irritates my sight kicked in. I'm sure he won't mind a new hairstyle, close shave till no blond can be seen. I grinned, Scarlet giving worried side glances from the other end of the room.
His nose twitched, it resembled that witch show oh what was it called?
Elapse groaned; I obvious did some pretty impressive damage
[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 4[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
The kiss before they invaded the fire nation.
She had entirely forgotten about it.
Her first kiss.
With her best friend, who was also like a little brother to her.
The feeling in her stomach grew worse.
Is this what people are talking about when they say you get 'butterflies in your belly'? She had always imagined it totally different, more like happiness and joy instead of guilt and sickness.
Was it wrong to kiss him? Does he have a crush on me? Am I having a crush on him? Am I raising his hopes for something more than friendship?
So many questions and no answers.
Everyone was tugging into their dinner greedily since Katara entirely forgot to fix lunch for them. The mood was lightly and happy and Katara let herself get swept with the mood, trying to forget her worries.
She noticed Zuko looking at her sometimes during the meal in what looked like agony. She got annoyed and gave him a dirty look so he would look away.
If she only knew Zuko could feel her pain himself because
Divided We...United we standDivided We...8 years ago in Open More Like This
And divided we really do fall
Stuck here with blinders on
Only able to see one
And help one
Of those we love
And love to hurt
Trapped on the platform
While the train's going
Way too fast
Headed for a collision
And no one is going to last
Not nearly long enough
To make the fight
Worth the struggle
To even start the battle
There has to be another way
That tells us that
Maybe the good guys do
Get a break
If only once and a while
And we can make it through
Even though the things
That don't kill us
Make us want to die
Maybe we can get past
All our wounds and scars
And finally see the light
Breaking across each others faces
When we see each other at last
We'll know everything will be alright
And we'll just smile
What We Used to BeI see youWhat We Used to Be8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across the room
And it's almost like it was planned
This chance meeting
As if it's an old date,
Set but never broken
And I almost call you over to me
A force of habit
In the memories of
How we used to be
Back in the times
When I looked into your eyes
And they always said
What you wanted me to know
Even when words were impossible,
When my hand would only have to reach out
To find its place in yours,
When my scent was forever mingled
No matter how much fabric softener
I dumped in the wash,
And when I could find comfort
At the mere sight of you
Right up until it ended
And we we became who we are now
On our own
And left the memories
Of who we used to be
To fade into the past
Love Me PoemLove Me Poem6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Love me for who I am
Love me, whatever your reasons be.
But please love me, not because
I am straight
or a lesbian.
Love me for things that matter.
Love me purely because
I am me.
I hope we can hold outLadies:I hope we can hold out9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are not pieces of meat,
We are not here solely for your pleasure,
And We are not here to be devoured.
This is our
We have made our stand!
And we'll be fine without you
As long as you don't
Sway those hips
Use those eyes
Why Wolf HowlsPeople wonder why Wolf howls.Why Wolf Howls6 years ago in Humor More Like This
They wonder what reason he has to feel so happy.
What reason he has to feel so angry.
What reason he has to feel so sad.
People wonder why Wolf howls.
I know why Wolf howls.
I have a pretty damn good idea why Wolf howls. At least I should have a good idea, given who I am.
Wolf is a hunter. Always has been. It's in his bones and in his blood and his brain and in his heart. Every instinct he has is for the hunt.
But in this day and age Wolf knows that he must not hunt for meat. Or at least that he must not do so often. These days Wolf must be very careful indeed what he hunts for.
So Wolf started hunting stories.
He tracks them and chases them and pounces and pins them and then . . . he keeps them.
He keeps them in his head and remembers them, all of them.
But Wolf knows what it is to be a wild creature. he knows what it is to need to run wild and run free.
Wolf would not cage another wild thing.
Wolf would not trap them.
And this is why Wolf howls.
To let t
a minimalist walked into a barHe died.a minimalist walked into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inchworm.I have a riddle for you, you said, and I smiled,inchworm.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twisting my hair in my fingers.
good. I like riddles.
if theres a worm, you said, stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down
he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day, I said.
I know that one.
I have one for you.
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
okay, you said, hesitantly.
if theres this relationship, I said,
stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
CattivoPenso che dovrei essere più cattivo.Cattivo5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Così sarei più sicuro di me e delle mie idee, e potrei combattere per loro a testa alta, anche se non sono poi così popolari. E così potrei essere più felice con me stesso, non dovendo mai pensare al cosa dire, al come dire, al perché dire, aprirei semplicemente la bocca e lascerei che le parole vengano fuori da sole, limpide e pure voci del mio pensiero, verità senza distorsione.
Dovrei essere più cattivo per proteggere la delicata costituzione della mia coscienza. La corteccia, dicono. Dovrei farmi crescere la corteccia attorno al cuore, e abbellirlo con rami e foglie e fiori, per essere bello fuori e marcio dentro. Così non mi farei toccare dalle parole degli altri, me le farei scivolare addosso come aria, e non me ne farei ferire, e mi sentirei più tranquillo.
Dovrei essere più cattivo, sì.
Così non dovrei sentirmi in obbligo nei confronti degli altri, e non mi farei influenza
Silvio the JesterSilvio the Jester5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oriela was amazed that anyone could keep their mind on dinner while Silvio was swooping and darting around the candlelit dining room like a particolored hoopoe bird. He hid under the table, popping out from the long cloth to sit on someone’s lap and snatch some of their food. He might eat the food, or he might juggle it, talk to it, or dance it like a puppet. He carried on a long, poignant conversation with a roast suckling pig. Oriela was so fascinated that the entire third course came and went without her touching a bite.
A short way up the table, Michela Gritti and her friends kept looking at Oriela and giggling. Oriela had heard Michela on the stairs, knew the girls were laughing at her, but watching Silvio’s antics made it seem like a fine thing to have other people laugh at you.
In fact, she noticed that the Fool's performance had a transforming effect on the whole party. Everywhere hostility got a foothold, Silvio tripped it up and pounded it into peace with the shee
Parole sprecate IParole Sprecate I.Parole sprecate I6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ho puntato gli occhi nel sole, in un alone di fiamma azzurra.
Ho stretto i miei pugni al tuo fianco, per prepararmi alla guerra.
Ho strattonato con forza i miei sogni, impigliati sul tuo coltello.
Ho raccolto i loro brandelli e li ho nascosti sotto il mantello.
Ed ora cosa mi è rimasto?
Una luna triste al centro del dipinto,
ombre che rincorro dentro un labirinto.
Vivo questo mio contrasto
pescando tra ragione e istinto,
piangendo ciò che ho perso,
e sprecando ciò che ho vinto.
21 febbraio 2008 ~ 02.47
Luna di SangueLuna di Sangue5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Tramonta il sole esausto,
abbandona il suo trono angusto.
Sopraggiunge la luna e il suo impero augusto.
Alba oscura squarcia il firmamento,
ogni paura è portata via dal vento.
Luna di sangue,
pallido viso che ogni angoscia estingue.
Opali di fuoco accendono la volta,
dal loro bagliore l'anima è travolta.
E se qualcos'altro brilla all'orizzonte
non è il sole né la luce del mattino,
è solo il traghetto del demone Caronte,
che oltre al remo imbraccia il mio destino.