LifePassion.Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
To Be PoeticTo Be Poetic3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To be poetic, I know of a place where dreams grow and soar high enough to scrape the sky and mix up clouds. I know of a place where fields of grass grow to be characters or stray thoughts, and every blade of grass is a detail that I've forgotten because it wasn't written down. I know a place where I'm happy, and nothing can bring me down. I also know the single weakness of that place what can destroy it. It turns the fields into dying, shriveling wisps, and the dreams are forced to shrink and are nailed in an X beneath the ribbons of pale pink shoes. They throb beneath the nails and beg to be let go, to be free. But there's a small part of them that makes them think they are the cause of their misery, and they accept the fact that they are enduring the punishment they deserve.
And, in the dark of the night when they're supposed to be asleep, they whisper to nobody in particular, "I'm so sorry."
In the Lowest DeepWith the utmost care, Walter Farborough tiptoed through the pitch blackness of the Alterworld. The ether-rip apparatus on his back emitted an occasional spark or crackle, but his thermal goggles shone only into his eyes: they had a good rubber seal on them, and that was important. The creatures of this place hovered or crawled, blinking an occasional love song to a mate or flashing a warning to an enemy. This was a world utterly different to the real. A world where the sun never shone and strange things had grown in the darkness. Needless to say, the fauna of this place were extremely valuable. One could make a sizeable fortune by trapping them, if one were willing to creep by later and risk claiming one's catch.In the Lowest Deep3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even with the small heating coil as a marker, it was hard to spot the first snare. Something had trodden it into the mossy silt of the Alterworld floor, but had not become snagged. Walter was glad: feeling around the edge of the print with his hand, he could tell that this cre
What Love IsDo you rememberWhat Love Is6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you looked into these green eyes?
When you held my hand,
Even though I lied to you?
And when I tried to lie,
I made a horrible mistake.
I lost you.
Now I can never have that back,
Even if I could find you,
The one I used to know,
I dont know if I could do it.
Im so uncertain of everything,
There will never be a way,
To have what I used to.
If love had a color,
I dont know what it would be,
Because its so weird,
And foreign to me,
Well paint it purple with envy.
Like my new eyes
Things were so perfect with you,
Then I had to throw it away,
I buried everything deep,
Why do I always do that?
Dont listen to me,
If I ever tell you I dont care,
Its just another lie,
To add to the list.
Why did you listen to me,
When I pretended for your sake?
Were you wanting to be rid of me,
Deep down and really
I wish I knew what love was.
Poet's EyesEscape the world as we know it,Poet's Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And look through the eyes of a poet.
Everything is inspiration
Yet nothing can be written.
For when the words do not flow,
The inspiration goes to waste.
So here the poet sits silently,
Waiting for the day,
That the words begin to flow again
Sister, can you spare me a seashell?I.Sister, can you spare me a seashell?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last week she had asked me, "Sister, can you spare me a seashell? This town it is loud, but my thoughts, they are louder. I need to drown them like so many sailors lost in a sudden storm."
I told her that she needed to seek help instead of seashells; they did not hold the ocean and could not drown her thoughts.
Then my frustration melted to see her so suddenly as I had not since we were children, when she would beg, her eyes wide with fear, to check beneath our bed before she could sleep. She was scared of the dark and the darkness never seemed to leave her.
She looked so small as she walked away without the hope she came for and so broken when she paused by the door to say, "but I have tried everything else."
I saw her yesterday,
sleeping in the shallows
with her feet
Wait for meWait for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
carouselwe laughed like children high on m&ms,carousel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I tried to take you with me, I'm sorry.
instead I left you breathless,
left you safe, left without you.
I took our footsteps, just in case I
ever needed a way back home.
sometimes, I wonder if I left you
without a safety net.
It Was The Burglar's Idea The worst people hired him because he was the best burglar around. No one knew his given name, not even him. As a child, he'd grown and fed himself by stealing what he needed on the streets. He had no name. But since many people called him- "That one!" -the growing and adept burglar decided to call himself "Thone." He knew he needed at least a name, if not food, home, clothes -- and why not some kind of fame and fortune? Yes, he decided, he'd have both infamy and fortune. He was certain he was a clever, quiet, sneaky, and nice young man, fully deserving of both. Soon he had both.It Was The Burglar's Idea4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Late one night, a very rich man hired Thone for a new job and asked him the usual questions. Thone was as silent with the rich as he was with the poor. For that matter, he was more silent with the rich. Thone never explained his work to anyone, and it was always the rich who hired him. Thone was the most expensive burglar ever known to o
Of Ice"Well, what do you think, Elias?" my father asked as he lifted me up into his arms. I could peer over his shoulder and right into my mother's scowling face. "Do you think Momma is being too uppity tight?"Of Ice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Robin, enough," Mom snapped as she crossed her thin arms over her chest. "He needs his sleep. I will not have you screwing up his sleeping pattern."
Dad's shoulders shook with a burst of laughter. "Come, little one, let's put you in bed before I ruin that pattern."
I only nodded, a fluff of light brown hair falling into my face. Behind him, rage had encased Mom's features. Of course she wasn't happy. She was never happy when the snow started to fall. She had kept all the curtains drawn and scolded me when she caught me with my nose pressed to the glass panes, trying to catch the scent of winter. Letting me play in it was out of the question; I wouldn't be permitted to leave the house until spring had settled over everything and sent the snow away.
My father carried me up the staircas
Alarm the AlarmIf I'm ordinary then honeyAlarm the Alarm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
show me what's extra,
and push back those tears. If
crying is all you've got left,
then I'm ready to cancel my
I've done about all that I
am capable of and
darling the effort just doesn't
If I'm normal then honey
show me the ab,
'cause I'm fed up
with not being up to par
and if I'm not the man you expected
and let me know
I'm not your type and
baby I know it
'cause I've got a bad
case of the shakes,
I barely take care of
myself so how
do you expect
me to take
care of you
Forget all the nonsense
let's just try and be
if being is all we can do
then we'll let it be
and hope for the best
as we part ways
and know that in
we gave it our all
if our all wasn't
then at least it
was fun while
and if it's not
meant to last
then I'll say goodbye.
RunIf I asked you,Run6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you would run to me,
Or rather, maybe, away,
What would you do in that moment?
What, would you say?
Would you throw yourself upon me,
With abandon, reckless, in sync?
Would you back away slowly,
To gain time to think?
All of us are running somewhere,
Either to something,
Or to escape,
And once you start to run,
It's hard to change the choice,
That you made
Cause constant change,
Leaving bitterness, as all that remains
If you asked me,
If I would run to you,
Or rather, maybe, away,
I know what I would think in that moment,
I know what I would say
I would throw myself upon you,
With abandon, reckless, in sync,
With no need to back away slowly,
And no need to think
I could never run away from you,
To you I have been led,
I could never run away from you,
I would break my legs instead
jlp May 8, 2009
tickingshes very good at being quietticking7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hates to be a bother
yet they are always bothered
tells the truth
[not the truthlies they suckled
her on like a piglet prepared
the gen-u-ine article truth
bellowing from the
bottoms of her soles
[like a hog screaming
its resistance to those
but lately, she has to cover
her mouth wit
Who am I?[Who am I?]Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I am me.."
Who ever that may be.
Made by a world,
Not easily understood.
I am what I am.
Of race ethnicity or a sexuality.
Don't tell me.Don't tell me.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Don't tell me you love me if you are not sincere
For a lie that strong can ruin my life and bring on a new fear.
Fear to be loved, fear to love ever again
It can cause my fragile heart to break, tear and bend.
Think of all in life that will be missed
because of one small broken promise
So, when I put all of my trust deep within you
Please don't tell me you love me, unless you truly do.
AideenAideen wasn’t anything like me. Stubborn as ever, she’d insistAideen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saying something about an inferno in her flesh,
a savage electricity sparking in her skeleton.
For weeks she’d persist, sprawling across the kitchen floor in hysterics.
She kept muttering about bullets, something about gunpowder lungs
and inevitable ignition.
And all I could do was sit and soothe her, attempt to expunge these imagined notions from her mind. But stubborn little Aideen rejected my words as folly, retching out words like shrapnel and shellshock.
“Gasoline. Unpredictability tensed between my tissues.
Napalm slithers through my ventricles; hissing, itching to escape.”
A supernova shriek singing through her teeth,
She softens then she pauses
to notice ashes at her feet
"The useless remains of what used to be alive."
YouThe perfect smileYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The coolest walk
The sweetest style
The smoothest talk
Such beautiful eyes
Such tasteful lips
The greatest surprise
And erotic hips
I'll be your lover
I'll be your friend
We'll lie under these covers
Until the end
Loss and the Five Stages of GriefLoss and the Five Stages of Grief2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The five of us bought two pipes on University of Houston dime in likely the only hookah bar in St. Louis, Missouri on a Sunday afternoon. Something we do as a team to calm our nerves after a long weekend of competition in a cold, damp city. They were real fancy pipes too – tall, glassy and gold. Two flavors for each pipe - watermelon-mint and strawberry-mint. David says mint keeps the smoke cool and flavor level. He was a red headed Syrian who had his own pipe at home and has been our debate captain for three weeks. Only a little while ago he had mustered enough courage to admit to everyone he “was conservative, but only a little.” Smoking hookah is very popular in Syria, embedded in the culture. We figured he knew what he was talking about. The bar was empty except for the owner who was happy to have customers but not desperate enough to forget carding us for use of his pipes and liquor. He showed us a room off to the side full of lar
Lion HeartIt is building up deep within her fragile body like a heaving monsoon forming over the dry, cracked, heavy heat of an African savannah; an unforgiving and all-consuming storm desperately willing to drown out its less than fleeting welcome. Flickering with ceaseless coils of skin-searing energy like a grey-faced fugitive's adrenaline stricken heartbeat, it is not a bringer of life, but a threat to itand even the most reckless are hardwired to take flight in the face of such a colossal and uncompromising foe.Lion Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beyond these white-washed walls, the world would have her believe that she is brave, a lioness, an exception confronted by the inevitable; but outrunning the storm is no longer an option, and she has never felt more betrayed. Slowly, it is emanating from her heart and through the pulmonary arterythere, free to roll and crash, it engulfs her lungs in a terrible thunder that rattles the brittle bones holding her together. The ominous feeling that has settled into
Little HellTart and deep, the wine was my museLittle Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
behind all of the deepest intentions
to amuse, without all of my attempts
to diffuse an ever growing bomb
just waiting for detonation
I'll pray to the sky
in hopes of surviving
the coming storm
beneath the depths
of my soul
lies my desire
to be left alone
I avoid the crowd, because, well -
honey, quite frankly,
I'm far too good
for the rest of the world
I know that my anxiety
comes not from superiority
or from a place of rationale
But the bell sounds so loudly
it deafens my hearing
and so words of wisdom
never set in
And I'll wait til they're gone
to surface again
When Perfect Life Crumbles"You make me smile, oh you make so happy...."When Perfect Life Crumbles4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She saw his wide eyes across the room. They were brown and shone with the glimmer of life. He grinned at her, and she felt compelled to smile back...
"When I first met you I didn't know what to do with myself...."
The street was crowded, but she could pick him out instantly amongst the bustling people. He was holding a large empty birdcage...
"And that time when you gave me that Victorian birdcage, at first I didn't understand why it was empty, but you explained it to me..."
He grinned at her, "I couldn't possibly trap a bird, could you? An empty cage is much prettier, it represents..."
"Freedom. It represents freedom. I think it was then that I realised I loved you. Remember how I kissed you? I remember...."
It wasn't long until wedding bells were crying out to the skies, the pair brought a house together, and a tabby cat. Love can sometimes be summed up in the simplest ways.
"It was perfect...
TemptationTemptation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I'd never let him in
The man in red
The Chief of Sin!
"Hi Tommy, how's it going?
Is your wife and kids at home?"
"What do you want of me?
Leave me alone, let me be!"
He winked and nodded
Then suddenly laughed
As he gripped the steering wheel
And jerked it right.
He could of killed me dead of fright.
"Now listen, Tommy
Let's be real
I'm here to test you
How bout' a deal?"
"No way," I said.
"I'm not like you
You're mud and bones
and bluefish glue
I hate you, devil, yes i do!"
Unperturbed, the devil yawned.
"Oh Tommy, we've had our fun
But now you'd best obey...
Or your wife and kids are going to pay."
What do you want?"
"Simply drive across the street to the bank.
Walk in and ask the teller to give you one million dollars."
"I don't want a million dollars," I replied.
"Nope. Try again."
"Well, how about a trip to Bermuda? All you have to do is kill your neighbor's dog."
"Uhh, no, how stupid. Isn't there something better than that? I thought
you were the '