shallowit's not your beautiful faceshallow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i love
it's how you ruin it
Rwandan Screen Timeguilt spokeRwandan Screen Time7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with angry eyes
from the throats
of eight hundred thousand
for the great
Sierrashe was in my classSierra4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i knew it was more than
just seeming beautiful
i would walk to school early
to be alone
on the grounds
as the sun came up.
it was cold
but it was universal
the stars & the light,
something spread out
& i was in it.
sierra would arrive
soon after me,
as the sun started coming up.
blue-gray eyes in which
waves seemed to crash.
we would stand
beside each other
while everything happened
we rarely spoke,
where we were looking
by touching hands.
she didn't show,
during roll call
the teacher didn't call her name.
the rest of the week,
then the month,
then the year,
then the years went by
& i had to see all that glorying
space open up
i still don't know what happened,
though i figure
you take what you can get
& pretend it's easy
to go on nothing else.
maybe she remembers
those small times
i'll go on
both of us.
Fall in Americathey say our forefathersFall in America4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fought for this
the state of these
united shapes today
would break their
Anomalous lady in
we are kinless - and foreign
but your dress
I clutch vainly at its hem,
with its infinite stars,
that never cross.
this freedom counts costs
reviled and resized
to slip through cracks
on dollar signs
in your own confines?
The telescope's ring
has worn thin,
searching for midnights,
scanning the skies
but what's worse
is what we're worth
or at least
what we make work
some god's implied blessing
while the world
bears its worst curse
you open your purse
for blood and oil,
while the kids
take a clean flag,
wipe clean your
hold the harbour torch
an inch higher
and let it shine it brighter,
for all the nations to see.
Spreading joy to the massesJellax-Spreading joy to the massesSpreading joy to the masses5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been a few weeks since my salvation, and so far I've loved every minute of it. Claire and I were seemingly inseparable, I had all the friends I could ever want, as well as the love and acceptance of every Jellax, including and especially that of my beloved Claire and of course our queen and Mother, Mistress Jamanen. "Why were people fighting us?" I thought to myself as I floated in the pool with our fellow Jellax, their minds mingling with my own, their thoughts being my thoughts "And why did I try to fight it? This is the most wonderful experience I've ever had in my life."
Just then I heard Claire's voice in my mind as she rose out of the slime pool "Wakey, wakey sleepy head." My green eyes rose out of the pool to meet hers. "Is it time to get up already?" I murmured groggily, raising myself out of the pool and sitting myself on the edge. I couldn't help but admire her flawless red form, she seemed so......perfect to me.
"What's wrong, love?"
Character Interview 3.8Character Interview 3.84 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Hello, can you tell me where you are?
*suspicious glare* Are you not from a-
Narr: *removes hood*
Oh... *smile* you mean, where we are?
Narr: Yes, that is the general idea.
We're in my home district, Jerusalem of course...
2. Can you tell me your name?
I am Malik you silly girl... why are you asking these things?
Narr: I just want to get to know you more.
Well, you already know my name,
3. How old are you?
Just old enough to be older than you.
Narr: Which is...
4. If you had to describe yourself as though you were
talking about someone else, what would you say?
I wouldn't say much, there isn't much to say... *approached by a younger boy*
Boy: Hello brother, I delivered the letter- oh! Who is that... *hides behind Malik, stares curiously*
Kadar, this is ____. ____, this is my li
Jellax-A second chanceJellax-A second chanceJellax-A second chance5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My Name is Andrew Berkly, I'm 74 years old and I'm dying of liver cancer. I was diagnosed to be in a semi advanced state nearly a year ago. It all started with a standard doctor visit for some blood work. Then a few weeks and several tests latter I was admitted to the hospital
Before then things were really looking up, a few months earlier my granddaughter Barbara celebrated her 8th birthday. My Daughter Stacy and her husband Greg went all out for it, wanting it to be her best birthday ever. The party was nice, she had all her friends and cousins over,
she got lots of toys and games, she even had a cake in the shape of a sheep. My god she loves sheep, they are her favorite of any animals, especially the baby lambs. Before and after that me and my ex-wife Anna were planning to remarrying after 30 years of being divorced.
Why we broke up I can't even remember any more, perhaps my old age and the cancer treatments have effected my memories. All I do remember is Stac
Of Jellax and JediIt was madness since I first landed. First the force leads me to a Solar System on the edge of the known galaxy in my quest to destroy the true Sith, next I'm enlisted by a slime girl named Usagi and a small talking creature to help them save their friends by buying time for them by distracting all the other slime beings named Jellax and her daughter who has fallen to the Dark Side. Perhaps an Introduction and explanation is in order, my name is Sessma Forsa. I'm 26 of your years old. I had blue eyes and shoulder length hair I keep in in a braid. The reason I say "had" I'll get to later. I usually wear my Star Forge Robes, special force imbued white robes that I created on the Star Forge, which include brown armor and a Brown Mandalorian style mask. Anyway, some know me as the Jedi, Revan who fell to the Dark Side and became Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith. While wondering the outer most reaches of the galaxy, I came upon a small Solar System consisting of 10 planets all orbiting arOf Jellax and Jedi4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Team Now You See Us App.Team Now You See Us App.4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
PMD-explorers Writing App
Writing Application Sheet
Team Name: Now You See Us
Guild Leaders: ___Rogues _X_Merchants ___Rescuers
Name and Species: Zahir/Zorua
Strengths: She uses her ability to cry on whim to distract others, seeing as she is a female and people tend to pay more attention to her. Speed is another factor she tends to excel in, able to outrun most of the people she cons.
Weaknesses: Her brother. She tends to be overly protective of him. She is also noted for being easily distracted by things, therefore, losing her focus easily. For example, if someone says her name in battle, she is distracted from her opponent and is then vulnerable. She also tends to act before she thinks, which may at times be considered a good thing, though most of the time it tends to lead her to trouble.
Moves: Dark Pulse, Agility, Sucker Punch, Fake Tears
Accessories: None (the only
trespassing slipthe soul is numbered into a cohesive pattern. graphed for the mathematical masterminds and swallowed by the sea. it is drawn on earth-colored paper and taped to backs; for no one has the right to see their soul or steal it, just to roll it in mud or take it off when they feel overdressed. she's always overdressed for you but strays, too afraid to slip her hands down, over, off. she replies with tiny licking phrases and sheathes her eyes behind a clear mask. so useless. so so ashamed. to blame. we blame you.trespassing slip5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
talk is nothing but meal to fill the empty stomachs of air. we make it fat with nonsense and diseased desires. the others are just fifteen and free to dream, so free. free attaches to falling in a revolution of seconds and we are the most captive prisoners of all.
you have sweet dreams of tongues slipping down your throat, of medicine. i live to trail your insides but die to move beyond skin. barriers break our chemicals down to singular strands of written codes read only by nature.
invisible nightmaresDeath is the girlinvisible nightmares4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who's not on the ground.
Her smile is fixed, her hair wild
and perfect, her eyes black.
She's dressed carefully.
You sit down to dinner and this
girl lurks in the corners while she sits at
She licks her fork and scratches the ceiling.
Smiling brilliantly, you hear her nails trembling
The purple thorn in the white bouquet.
Death is the fly breeding in the walls.
There are suddenly hundreds of flies in your
In your hallway,
In your bedroom.
They come up dead from the sink drain,
awash in mucus and blood.
It doesn't make sense, you say,
as the smell slowly slips out of your nose with the
transparent scent of bleach.
Death is the dream, backwards in time
as you dive in the creamy folds of a midnight ocean,
slowly forgetting the taste of air,
slowly reminding yourself that you
might need to go back, and never following
your own advice,
you swallow, you tell yourself to swallow
your fingertips trace constellations that never have
backward respirationfinding a place to rest in a mess of the boomingbackward respiration5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
overflowing cataclysm of cells breathing together breaks no surface. we want to be married and to have small children before the universe inverts itself backwards and wears us like a diamond.
i fall between cracks in crystal sand that nestle in the air and hide in my shoes, so no one tastes it coating their gums. gums taste like trees and so many leaves eating out every thought. all. i like beauty but dancing makes my vessels split into two, the glass capillaries oozing from under my muscles and into the earth. fame is all i need to love myself.
people look in mirrors and see what they never desired, but give it, live it, for how they were told. raise your young as yourself so you'll still be here when the rocks collapse underneath us. finding rest places, probably, never premiering our human bones on the theatre screen. we're all small but tall with all we call to hold in fingers, from clouds to just vapor. i want to read meaning on a s
sleep and dreamevery ebb and flowsleep and dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
swims like a memory,
floundering or aching
the way they do
when sleep deems itself
king of impossibility.
(these are the times
i wish you could
love me long enough
Hummingbirdsi took the whole whiskey bottleHummingbirds4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and some dark-colored wine
then changed clothes &
put up the christmas lights
though it was almost spring.
i switched off the other lights
and looked at the color
between one room and the next
in those lights.
i put some food into the microwave
as if nothing were happening.
i waited the way a piano waits
for its own hammers to fall.
i emptied that bottle,
then, in the midst of a few thousand hummingbirds
i walked through the doorway
onto the linoleum.
something should happen now,
because it's this deep into the night,
when things are at their most silent,
indicating only themselves.
in this i want no longer to depart.
it's not about dying.
it's about easing in and out
on my own terms.
i play some music.
the microwave beeps to me
in a harsh, bright way.
the food must be ready.
i must be ready.
we all toy with mortality.
tonight i listen to piano music
and take my food
from one room
into the next
as the hummingbirds
SeerSlip the breadSeer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unto my tongue
and I will sing the future,
waning like a brace of geese
and lighting the autumn sky.
The threads of many fingers
for our sons,
their reeds taking flight,
the grey pierce of canyon
like a steeple
through my palm
and the deft swaddle of iron
a cumbersome gift
And I shall bake angels
and seek wisdom
in the tragic discourse of worms,
settling itself into the landscape.
Why we do thisWe are your worst nightmareWhy we do this4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are the ones poisoning your bodies and souls
We steal and kill without a care
We speak and look like angels but underneath we are trolls
We constantly lie to you with clever words in plain sight
We destroy our own mother for our profit and gain
We do whatever we want because we are always right
We are the ones who enjoy watching you die in pain
We torture the animals and say they have no emotions
We rush to use and do anything that makes cash
We harvest and pollute the oceans
We are the ones who fill the streets and highways with trash
We ridicule you in front of peers and friends to feel superior
We use our faith to justify everything we have said and done
We find a temporary mate to display to make you feel inferior
Behind your back we see many and to you we say you are the one
We say whoever is middle class and below has no taste
We make promises only so we can rule on high
We seduce your hearts in order to get below your waist
We want whoever is diffe
you are only as good as your best distractionthe streets are coarse,you are only as good as your best distraction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
littered with short-haired women in creamy coats,
skin like jellyfish.
their eyes are the worst,
rimmed with the same rusted colour
as the spit that comes from their mouths
as they cast their iron hooks:
quiet smiles, snake words.
there is no one safe, least of all me.
my bones show, and the moon smiles down on me
as i press my knuckles into my shoulder blades,
pull fingers through my hair.
i totter into a quiet bar,
a strange alien bunch of silk and foamy pearls.
the room is profoundly comforting,
smoke rising in the dim light,
the ceaseless moans of a cello in the corner.
i make pitiful French-sounding cooing noises at the bartender
as i point to a bottle of port that i want.
he pours wordlessly, and i gaze into the amazingly dark wine,
so thick it leaves a red film in the glass
after i have let it burn a gracious path down my similarly coloured throat.
a few hours later, i fin
that's why it's vulgartrust me. i'm a product ofthat's why it's vulgar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
two, eating at the eyes that
watch me from
collars hanging neatly,
barely, plainly behind
and trust me, i've
written thousands of words
to replace the hard skeleton
missing at the curve of your back.
you broke each section at the
greeting of a new word gurgling
at the hollow of your throat--
each new disease tickling you
inside-out, your neurosis
aching at cameras
and gesticulating at the
sight of highways
spelling your death in
a matter of seconds.
run, jump, cracked,
so, at this sudden branching
of spite and malice
from your trunkless core
i toss you up to the eager shelf
waiting to cultivate your many
poison leaves into a garden that
heals the rich.
create wealth from the selling of your
every tissue and you'll be
thanked for every move you've
made, to simply stand at the
pasture meant to plant
you. we'll make careful
cuttings at the base
of your limbs and
extremities to be buried and
grown anew into f
a laugh will cost you--have you seen the girl with the sad, cold eyesa laugh will cost you--5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and down-turned mouth? she's always in a frown, a coma of malleable lips pushed like clay. perhaps they were formed by the phantoms behind her teeth, or the myths drowning in her wet mouth. they say she has evil eyes. stained ones.
i talked to her one dark morning when she sat writing letters into a wood desk. i said, "hi." and she looked at me and turned away. so did i. the next day she walked up to me out of nowhere and she said, "you're weak." and then she smiled real crooked, a poison kind of smile. she told me stories about broken love and the snakes under her skin instead of blood. she's their cocoon and they're too afraid to shed her off. a writhing, rocky heart ate away at her insides, giving the snakes something to eat, she told me. that was why she was too skinny and pale-blooded. cold-blooded. zero-blooded.
she made the most gruesome jokes, too. i couldn't tell you 'cause i forgot them all but she did. and i always wa
Them Good Girlsi'm hand-sewing baby-hewed petalsThem Good Girls5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
onto my night-gown,
flexing long dormant digit muscles
to smear pastels bold&bright,
dragging boiling fingerprint blood
[from the un-thimbleds]
across an antique ivory hem.
that is to say,
i'm lighting fires under gypsy toes,
that those might christen me
in my self-brutality.
those sinless are talentless,
and plunging toe-first is not "plunging" at all.
we bite the world hoping it will bite back, and knowing it won't.
Chelsea MorningMorning tea comes too soonChelsea Morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a slap of newsprint
at my door
while twenty floors below
some sweet young thing
promises the end of the world
on a postcard.
If these walls could talk
I would probably weep
because the paint
has not been seen in years
and covers nothing.
My pillow is a thin buffer
against the noise next door,
and down the hall
I can hear the maid
flick her ashes
down the laundry chute,
slipping the matches
into her bra
and praying the guy in 113
did not dream of her again
all over his sheets.
My blanket weighs a ton
and the elevator grinding
to a halt
is my last stab
at anything rational.
This must be how Joey felt
or maybe Sid.
You know -
funky in a beat up sort of way,
the mattress upstairs
and last night
taking up too much space
in my mouth.
weightmy fingers are full of his words.weight4 years ago in Letters More Like This
the scary thing here is not the hideous monster
lurking in the ribbons of my bones, the diseased
and paranoid vile animal that hunts in the avenues
of my poetry-stained mind. the horror in
this gateway, this carbon elaboration, has more a face
when described in passing as an empty bedroom, full of
a sweet pain, a mirage of light in the growing halls beyond
the door, the walls groaning and releasing musty exhalations
as the feeling fills and fills the room, like such bittersweet
memories, the kind that rush through you
with sharp feet, begging that you unwind time,
unlive the torture, something so unbearably lovely
there is nothing to do but endure. and endure.
and this greedy tongue of the sun, unfolding, spitting,
is wrapping me up in clandestine cities, skyscraping flames,
the gems of dreamer's tears glittering in the smoke.
the pain manifests, ripping out my glue and button eyes,
the harsh staples tearing free with small licks of sound.
midnight tonguei open my windowsmidnight tongue4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to let in the chill,
allow the slip of air
against abrasions, a
dream of strangers
over my heart,
around my intentions,
and the way these circles
without ever seeming
as the smell of pine
permeates the room,
it fills the hall with
the little sounds
that would befriend
the very strange hands
of my beloved:
a dark strain of pale
reaching through abyssal blackness,
a kind of hidden shade
that knows me well,
kisses me under the blankets
when no one's
invisible pains for the visibly disappearingi am a rush of abandon,invisible pains for the visibly disappearing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can you see me when i arch my back,
turn my head,
stretch my legs out
in the bluish light?
what is it like,
to see the face of a lover
in a crowd,
in a room,
soft moments and memories
holding up the ballooning smiles
like nitrous oxide?
what is it like,
when flames crown in your chest,
when your whole face lights up
in the dark of his eyes,
when you go to dinner?
i sit behind you,
in economics, in biology,
pressing my fingertips against
the freezing windows,
leaving evanescent prints.
total financial collapse,
homeostasis, molecular composition,
and you are smiling at him,
the windows are leering at me,
the snow outside falls in weeping, lurching sobs.
we are all holding our breath.
i curl my toes, suck in my cheeks,
stare at the rosy, raw knobs of my knuckles.
your hands connect to him like a life source. periodically touching f