Ribbon SyncopationIt started with a whisper that echoed through my ears. My fingers began to twitch and burn, coursing through every pulse and vein. That sweet tune began to flow, filling every void and hole, and my feet began to gravitate closer to yours.Ribbon Syncopation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every sympathetic beat pounds into my head, moving me into a dance parallel to yours. My lungs stop breathing, and for a moment my world starts ending. And then you take the lead.
A superhero of sorts: taking a ribbon for a cape and flying on waves of radiation. You lead my pirouette, pointing sore bones through days and nights. It starts slowly, taking over time. Every tear wiped into a sea of mixed emotions, of memorials and joys and celebrations.
A light you set takes over, convulsing with every move you make. The fight we've watched you wage is a dance you lead, a dance you've been forced to choreograph.
The words singing out of your mouth enrapture and consume
All i can do is keep breathingThe storm is closer but I don't mindAll i can do is keep breathing3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
People keep dieing around but I close my eyes and
All Ican do is keep breathing
And dreaming of you
The hair falls, the skin wrinkles
But I smile and keep breathing
I close my eyes and I see a child smile
And I keep breathing
I want to change the world
Instead I sleep
I want to see the world
Instead I'm in an hospital bed
But all that I know is that I'm breathing
All that I do is keep breathing
My pain is so deep
My body hurts so much
But all I can do is keep dreaming
I'm drowning in shallow water
And I struggle to get out
Then I close my eyes and I see my self breathing
And i keep breathing
The pink colours make me smile
So you paint the house pink for me
And I come home after another day of pain
And dance around
All I can do is keep breathing
All I can do is keep dreaming
All I can do is keep hoping
All i can do is keep sleeping, now
.:Hope Makes Me Stay:..:Hope Makes Me Stay:.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Such a fragile, feathered soul
That trembles with a touch.
And yet, though worn, has weathered all;
Has faced and endured much.
What keeps the soul so tethered now?
It has not blown away
Despite its tattered, feathered bow.
'Tis hope that makes it stay.
August 26, 2010
La falaise au dessus des nuageLa falaise au dessus des nuage3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
La Falaise au dessus des nuages
Hier, peu de temps avant la tombée de la nuit, je suis monté en haut d'une falaise et j'y ai vu une jeune femme assise, les jambes pendant dans le vide, nuages au dessous de ses pieds.
Je ne pouvais la voir que de dos. Ses cheveux longs et blonds voletaient avec grâce dans le vent. Les faibles rayons du Soleil les faisaient briller de milles feux vermeils. Un drap fin et transparent couvrait son corps frêle et laiteux. Elle ne frissonnait pas bien que la Nuit aux morsures gelées approche. Son vêtement ondulait au rythme du souffle de la montagne et j'aperçus quelques instants une fine courbe au-dessus de sa hanche délicate, suggérant un sein naissant. Sur son rocher, dominant la mer blanche et vaporeuse, ap
don't be sorrysometimes i think i fell in love with you in a dream.don't be sorry1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and when i opened my eyes, i felt as though i was still asleep.
and even though these words mean less to me than they will to you,
i write because it makes me feel like i can go back to that.
sometimes it feels as though i could write myself an entire world
and slip away, into the way everything should be -
fall into the world where everything worked out the way it should have
and i'm sorry that they don't
but this life is not a fucking dream anymore
and the touch of your skin feels real,
it feels harsh and uncomfortable
because i know that the more i love you
the more i'm going to hurt you
fuck i just wish i could love you
the way i used to
Loneliness Under My BedThere will come a day when you will look back at October and wonder why you did not pack your bags and leave. Then you will remember the reasons and the people who were begging you to stay, or maybe your fantasies of them doing so. You will remember that nothing was holding you back except yourself. Not even work. Not even relationships. You had enough of those and it was all filling to the brim. This was the month you were waiting for since January, constantly procrastinating, setting it aside for a better day. There is no better day than today. You will one day think of October and all the possibilities it was giving you. Will you regret not leaving or will you thank yourself for gathering the courage to go and face something other than the reflection in the mirror?Loneliness Under My Bed2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love With Good Taste Part 1Love With Good Taste Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Bulbasaur wait up!" I cried out as I stopped to catch my breath. I have no clue how she can run that fast, I guess being a Pokémon and all. "Bulba" I heard a reply as I saw my little green friend in front of me. "Thanks for waiting" I smiled. Bulbasaur smiled back. The two of us were searching for our friend Pearl, we were all about to head out to the Unova region but of course he took of again. I swear someone needs to put a leash on that boy. "TOPAZ??" I heard a familiar cry as I turned around to see the blonde troublemaker. "Pearl where have you been, we have to get going the plane is about to board." I sighed. "Oh sorry, I was just getting some last minute training done." Pearl replied with his usual grin. "What sort of training?" I questioned disapprovingly. "Awe man why do you always have to think I'm up to no good?" Pearl whined. "Because you usually are " I shot back.
Pearl was an interesting kid; I met him a while back whilst traveling in Sinnoh. He had ju
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse:9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
Our Last Picnic Our Last PicnicOur Last Picnic3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For half a hundred years or more
When mom came walking through the door
Picnic basket full of treats
and all my favorite things to eat
We'd wander down the nearest street
Holding hands and skipping feet
Always after winter's cold
Our first picnic when I was four years old
She'd find a nice soft patch of grass
and we'd talk and talk as the morning passed
I think Moms always listen best
They have solid patience beyond the rest
I'd tell mom about my day
and the things the mean kids say
and how I liked this boy name Tim
and all the trouble I'd get in
We'd sing songs or play a game
Something new, never the same
It was our time, just mom and me
on our blanket, under the tree
In later years we talked of work
and how my boss was a total jerk
We talked of families and kids
and all of life's bumps and skids
We ate and laughed and sometimes cried
and at the end we hugged and sighed
My dear, She'd say... I love you so...
I'm so proud of how you've grown.
In Oz: All Smiles 4 NatalieIn Oz: All Smiles 4 Natalie5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: All Smiles 4 Natalie
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
end of summer is a wonderful title, and it's so fascinating how the art of applying makeup can transform a young girl into a seductive woman. I am all smiles looking at your facial expression, because so many pictures in your gallery are innocent in the best way, and I admire your professional skill to act in a way that I nearly forget about your age. end of summer seems to portray a girl with the charisma of a young Natalie Portman.
Tales of Tajii: Second TaleTales of Tajii: Second Tale2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Second Tale: What's in will someday be out.
Taij had been gone for approximately two hours when Tajina went out searching for him. It was only the second week that he'd been with her, but he'd begun venturing out on his own most times. Sometimes she would come home and see a small note posted on the fridge. Sometimes Taij left a witty comment, other times it was a simple "Check you later". Of course, the contents of the note depended on his mood. His mood in turn, was affected by his music. Yes, his music.
It had seemed strange to her at first that her character, Taij, had been wearing earphones when she hadn't ever given him any in the original story. Yet, when he'd come to life, they'd been placed right over his earsstrange thing was, it looked like they belonged there. What was even stranger than the earphones was his personality. In the story he'd been a quiet and somehow depressing character. Most of the times he'd been quite cynical and very aggressive; he had be
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
I'm immortalI take the knife I put it in your hands,I'm immortal1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm begging you to kill me but you refuse.
You say you love me so you can't do it,
but I'm in so much pain, I need to escape,
if you love me, put me out of my suffering.
Here I stand today
amidst many failed attempts not to.
And I'm not thankful, I'm angry.
Each day the sun rises for me,
and each night it sets I'm angry.
I took pill after pill
time after time.
I ran across highways,
and laid across train tracks.
I tempted death so many times,
but he never came to collect.
I watch the kids on block age,
I see my mom's hair fade to gray,
and I'm not happy, I'm sad.
These were the things I wanted
to avoid at the highest of costs,
yet here I am alive.
I dug sharp blades
against tent flesh,
and watch as blood spilled
but it was never enough.
I drank til I puked
then drank some much
and still death never came.
I'm alive despite so many tris
So it seems I'm immortal.
And there is no use in trying anymore
but I still pray 100 times a day
for death to co
ALAHNM PrologueALAHNM Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As long as he needs me
Oh yes, he does need me
In spite of what you see
I'm sure that he needs me.
Who else would love him still,
when they've been used so ill?
He knows I always will,
As long as he needs me.
I miss him so much
when he is gone,
but when he's near me,
I don't let on the way I feel inside
The love I have to hide
The hell! I've got my pride
As long as he needs me.
He doesn't act the way he should
he acts the way he thinks he should.
But all the same I'll play this game his way.
As long as he needs me
I know where I must be
I'll cling on steadfastly
As long as he needs me.
As long is life is long
I'll love him right or wrong.
And somehow I'll be strong,
As long as he needs me.
If you are lonely then you will know
when someone needs you
you love them so.
I won't betray his trust,
though people say I must.
I've got to stay true just,
as long as he needs me.
Her light delicate fingers ran over the purple finger shaped bruises on her thin wrist. Sighing, she turned to
WintertideWintertide3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no more, perhaps, than a dream,
a moonlight mirage.
cherishcherish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the words that are used often everywhere in the world
These are the words that should replace that
We may not like the first words
But they are used millions of times around the world
To soften their blows think of the words listed below them
And what they bring
Then always remember those feelings
I'm okHow're you?I'm ok3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Well, I don't know really.
I want to say good but I want to say terrible. I feel good, great
even, like I'm on top of the
But when I really think about it I feel a
forming in my stomach,
beggar.please don't break this.beggar.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
that's all i can ask.
please don't throw this away.
it's all i can give.
Open Minds, Closing SighsOpen Minds, Closing Sighs3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Fiore morning was starting up from a long dramatic night at the ranger base, there was no trouble the night before... just drama.
*The night before*
"Lunick and Solana, seriously they need to hook up, or I'll... I'll-" For once Aria was speachless.
"Aria! Would you stop that!?" Lunick hissed as he walked over to the table and sat down.
Aria crossed her arms and sat back in her chair then Solana came downstairs from the elevator sweatdropping "There back, again." she sighed.
Joel walked into the base "Who are all those boys squealing outside." he groaned "I hate fan boys, and fan girls.." Aria interupted "And YOU don't have any fan girls?" she cocked an eyebrow. Joel shook his head and went up stairs, not bothering to answer.
"Hey- answer my question!" Aria ran up after him, so it was just Solana and Lunick.
"And then there were two." Solana said teasingly as she walked over to sit next to Lunick and saw he was writing something. "whatcha doing?" she asked bending over to look at the pa