Moss of death.Moss of death.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The black moss of death,
Grows like lightening.
With no refrain.
Bare icy feet,
Trace the lines,
Of it's growing roots.
Spinning out of control.
Sickness in the deepest,
Place in me.
stitches.stitches.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dead rosy leaves
on the pavement
thank god you made it
you here today
to see how faded
your life has become
since being wasted
I want you to see your illness
stare at the mirror
fall flat on your face
can u see god or the devils taste
I am the stitch up from another place
like a doll you are hollow
but I told you my feelings
to hold on in your
when I stitch you up
thats when you stop living
youve open the can
to something leaving
oh wait fuck that
cause now its come back
the stitches are undone
you are left to bleed and plead
so please let yourself go
and just take me
I have the stitches to prove
I am a human being.
peanut milkpeanut milk with an expiration date some time in 2007peanut milk5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
two blocks up hill
pro-situ breast examination put into practice without delay
found no contributions to the revolutionary struggle.
you go away, we christian! still,
a criossantwich is cheaper than the grind.
kitty-corner twin purveyors of cigarrettes and liquor,
or else the discovery channel of solipsistic solar systems.
five stars in the morning, little stars at night.
cosmos of commodities.
my definition of local extends two blocks too far, but the same guy works there, too.
ethiopiques, fuck-king-thai, hookah nights in baghdad
green zone with no man but for the weekend spectacle.
the last guy had a case of the mondays.
Broken GlassBroken GlassBroken Glass5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sit on the sink
Stare in your eyes
Others see beauty
You see lies
Smile to their faces
Its so deceiving
They sense happiness
Your mind is screaming
Hit the glass
Watch it shatter
In the mass
Take a piece
Tight in your grasp
Grind your teeth
A tiny gasp
A sweet release
As minutes pass
Your minds at ease
It doesn't last
Your wrist bleeds
Remember your past
Your silent pleads
With broken glass
I'm A Fool, I Miss YouI'm A Fool, I Miss YouI'm A Fool, I Miss You6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My mind goes back in time
To those days when I meant something to you
Those days when it felt true
I can still smell you on my skin
I see you when I open my eyes
You are my truth, you are my lies
And I am taken back to the day when I lost worth
My heart was shattered into pieces
I am left with nothing but wishes
The second chance
To hold you once again I feel so alive
But the silence is slowly killing me inside
I'm a fool
For letting this go through
For being so alone
A fool, for you
And there you go again
And I let you do it
I am longing to hold you again
To feel your sweet gentle kiss
I need to stop feeling like this
I think of those times when I was significant
When you held my hand and looked in my eyes
When you'd tell me so many things I thought were ju
Safe in my gardensafe in my gardenSafe in my garden6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as she swayed against the crowd
safe in my garden
as he pushed through the crowd
safe in my garden
as he paused in the crowd
to be the one alone within a flowers embrace
but the blossom was gone
safe in my garden
as he swayed against the crowd
Dark Thoughts CallDark Thoughts Call9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dark Thoughts Call
Have you ever practiced in the art of pain?
Letting all feeling consume your brain
The blood rushing from every pulsating vein
Watching it drip in a stream of red rain
Never before did such a feeling arise
Not really crying though tears flow from your eyes
Appearing as though you’re plotting a self inflicted demise
Failing to release all physical ties
A deep crimson puddle lays at your feet
As a lack of the fluid forces you to your seat
The top and bottom eyelids meet
Your ears tune in to your heart’s decreasing beat
Flesh delicately carved and harshly slit
Watching a candle previously lit
The unnatural high ready to hit
As your mind leaves you bit by bit
The utopian liberation stirring within
Emotions in turmoil over this sin
Searching for a center to pin
Never a dull moment when on the outside looking in
The room grows darker still
Undecided on your will
Staring at a dangerous pill
Now ready to finish the kill.
My Heart: a tributeMy heart: it is four-chamberedMy Heart: a tribute4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's quite a sight to see.
It pumps blood right up through my lungs
Then round the rest of me.
I am quite fond of it, oh yes.
The reason is quite plain.
For if it should stop working
I would feel a lot of pain.
My left arm- it is cramping
It feels like it's on fire.
My chest is fit to bursting
The situation's dire.
It seems my heart is angry
It's marching out on strike.
Why must my body hit the bricks
While on the office hike?
The paramedics calm me down
They say it's just angina.
It complicates my poem's end
'Cause it rhymes with "girl's va
The Beaten PathCome with me on a firewalk;The Beaten Path2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you pay enough attention,
You shouldn't be burned.
Be agile and spry;
The weight of your concerns,
Should be left behind.
Come with me on a firewalk;
Such an accomplishment,
Must be grand, indeed.
But if your cares,
Bear too much weight,
And you are diminished by the flame,
You now have far less care than I,
And I am not to blame.
Join me on a waterwalk;
If you have your faith upon the sea,
You shouldn't sink, so don't blame me.
Float your ideals;
Wash your doubt and all its motions,
On a journey to the oceans.
Join me on a waterwalk;
It must be a delightful scene,
Treading where your faith has been.
Perhaps you have your guiding light,
But if you lose your chosen way,
And if your mind should care to stray,
Rest your feet upon the shore,
And learn to swim, or walk no more.
Follow me on an earthwalk;
If you walk with silent feet,
You shouldn't be detected.
Be soundless and still;
Be not effected,
Winter KissIce reflectingWinter Kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soles of my soul
earth's glittery necklace.
Glazed limbs wheezing
in the wind.
Gems singing in the night
under the streetlamps.
Hot cocoa lips slicing
the frigid wall; soup for the flesh.
Cocoa lips crowning
My NameMy Name4 years ago in Other More Like This
Silly and serious
Oldest and a sister
Born of Illinois
Doomed to Iowan townships
Lover of video games,
Dungeons and Dragons,
The smell of summer rains.
Who feels tired inside,
Every once in awhile alone.
Who needs to slow down,
Stop and look around,
Fly right off the ground.
Who gives in to calling friends,
Momentary lapses in memory,
Spending time unwisely.
Who fears very few things,
Being alone at night.
Who admires a hard worker,
A kind friend,
Who hates the dark of heart,
Those who lack their key of light,
The stench of chaos.
Who would like to see "the land of the rising sun",
The last of days,
The ocean waves.
Resident of possibly Mars.
Cell PhoneCell Phone4 years ago in Other More Like This
A freak of nature,
My closest friend,
A friendly con
that never ends.
Obsessed with trends.
Is it time, is it time.
For that next convention yet?
Yet another day
Beside all of you.
Favorite SongsFavorite Songs4 years ago in Other More Like This
Hello, my friend.
Scream in my ear,
the only one here.
We run away
back to that place.
While dipping low.
The dreams take shape,
They creep about.
Dripping with sorrow
On every last breath.
The coming of death.
Dance with me then,
just another line.
I'll close my heart,
till a later time.
bird-dogtake your double agent dot matrixbird-dog4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and shut the hell up.
i don't want to hear about
being fast and efficient.
i don't want to hear about
losing my soul to a computerized machine,
each dot evenly spaced like soldiers.
do you know why i couldn't be a soldier?
i can't let the color get drained out of me.
i can't sacrifice all my scribbled lines.
we all have them.
so take that, double agent dot matrix,
just here to be confining.
we'll color outside the lines
take the crayons and chew them up.
take your double agent dot matrix
and shut the hell up.
we are our own people.
do you know why i couldn't be a soldier?
i'd disassemble all my uniforms
and resew the seams.
i can't sacrifice my life to stand in line,
an androgynous expression on my face.
so take your double agent dot matrix
and say goodbye.
DepressionIt is like being trapped.Depression4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Trapped in a darkness that never saw the light. Lost in shadows that never felt the sun. Caught in an icy numbness in which no warmth ever touched.
It is a place to hide, but also a place where you are hidden. Shut out from the rest of the world, but still in plain sight. The darkness is not like what falls at night. It is different. It shadows your thoughts and swallows up all reason. Stuttering sounds that never hold to them meaning. Blurred faces of people passing by, never registered. Never considered.
In a way, it is glass.
A large sheet of glass that shuts you in. You can see the ones who are lucky. They ones that have been put on the other side. Out in the open, while you yourself are forever cursed to be caught on the other side, in a small corner of isolation. Of darkness.
You can see them. Hear them. Everyone is right in front of you, yet so far away you can never touch them. Nothing can break that glass. You may witness the lives of others, and inte
FAoE-Ch. 10-UnrevisedAll of the maids assisted Rion as he put on several layers of robes. Each one was of a patterned fabric and the one on top of them all was white with golden dragons slinking up the sleeves and from the bottom of the garb. The men helped the Emperor as he pulled on cloth pants underneath the robes and slid his boots onto his feet. Once all the preparation finished, he banished them all from his clothing room and he stared into the mirror.FAoE-Ch. 10-Unrevised4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Let's hope this all goes as planned," he murmured to his reflection.
Rion loaded himself into the carriage and watched the clouds roll on, barely visible in the darkness of the approaching night. The streets became crowded upon his arrival and the Emperor put on a feigned grin to meet their raucous cheers with.
He stepped out and turned back to the home of the human noble, hoping that his assassin was indeed watching and waiting, or even attacking.
Even the music and laughter of the demon nobles and councilmen couldn't liven up the Emperor's dull mood
Spaghetti and Western - Ep 01The Wild Adventures of Spaghetti & Western - Episode 01: The BankSpaghetti and Western - Ep 014 years ago in Humor More Like This
The year is 1883, where new finds are being found, new locations were being located, and new populations are being populated. the west can be harsh place, outlaws roam the roaming planes, but there are two outlaws that stand out among the rest, these two may not be the smartest or most successful around, but they're the best gunmen and that should count for something...right?
in the small town of Hetfield, the banker was going through his records when two men burst in the door with guns waving
Spaghetti: hold up, this is a stick it!
Banker: dont you mean "hold it, this is a stick up"?
Spaghetti: .....shut up! now hand over yer money
Banker: and why should I?
Spaghetti: ya see my little friend here?
Banker: (looks down and sees a grubby midget) uh, yes
Spaghetti: thats mah partner, Western!
Banker: uh, hi
Spaghetti: now, about that cash
Banker: no, no i dont think so
Western: aww come on...
LunacyHands ticks awayLunacy4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Trees shed their leaves
The sun departs
The moon brings dreams
Death and beauty
Those distant screams
Cold mirror caressing
Light breaks through
Candle flame flickers
Stones tumble down
A golden city
The willow - a pity
...Isn't it all so pretty?...
The Fluppets - Episode 06The Fluppets in: Is there a house in the doctor?! *Episode 06The Fluppets - Episode 064 years ago in Humor More Like This
One morning Bun Bun wakes up and heads for the kitchen where he he sees Wood on the counter
Bun Bun: morning Wood (lame joke #54)
Bun Bun: Wood? are you ok?
Wood:..... (Wood then falls over)
Bun Bun: oh no, Wood!
Bun Bun gets the others and they take Wood to the hospital, Bun Bun parks the car in the hospital wall and they get out and run inside
Cloud: why are we here? hes obviously faking
Bun Bun: no hes not! theres something wrong with him!
Cloud: theres something wrong with you! (as he pushes over some old guy on crutches and flies into the ventilation shaft)
Archapeligo: ill go find him (he goes off in search of Cloud, stepping over the old guy whos spazzing on the floor)
Bun Bun, Sgt.Hozen and Wood arrive at the counter, they wait for the head nurse, but she doesnt come, Bun Bun dings the bell but still nothing, Sgt.Hozen gets over the counter and yells into the intercom which can be heard throughout the hos
The Fluppets - Episode 07The Fluppets in: Saturday *Episode 07The Fluppets - Episode 074 years ago in Humor More Like This
Its a Saturday afternoon and the Fluppets are at home, bored, in the lounge room.
Bun Bun: (sitting in the chair) im bored
Cloud, who is sitting in the third shelf of the bookcase gets up and floats into the kitchen, he opens the cupboard door and pulls out a pot. He makes his way back into the lounge room and throws the pot at Bun Bun and just misses
Bun Bun: hey now!
Cloud: shut the fuck up!
Cloud gets back on the bookcase, Wood and Archapeligo are on the couch, Wood starts to slip then falls onto the floor
Archapeligo: Wood's drunk again!
Cloud: hahaha! you're a mean drunk Wood!
Archapeligo: i've never heard such language
Bun Bun: oh Wood..
Cloud: what did i say before?! (throws a copy of Ann Frank's diary at Bun Bun) sieg heil bitch!
Sgt.Hozen: (falls out of the air conditioner) COPEN DEN MEIKENANN!!
Bun Bun: good idea Wood! lets all go outside and see what we can do
Cloud: you get way too excited about things
History Through RandomnessIn the beginning, things started to happen...History Through Randomness4 years ago in Humor More Like This
An explosion of stuff and cheddar spread like a fourth grade teacher's legs across the Inverse, objects formed far and not so far, great masses of gas collected into the shape of balls, on these massive balls (lol) things began to quiver, wriggly slimey things moved about the seas like a camel's tongue in a bucket of oysters. The skies were soon covered in cotton, it began to rain substitute teachers, thier chalky residue smeared the land as wild untamed pensioners feasted upon thier salty remains, herds of wild Olsen twins galloped across the planes as Jerry Garcia wiped his shirt over the sky and created the sun, the moon and sanitary dispensers.
Soon time developed some film which gave way to the dinosaurs, these creatures from Stan Winston's Workshop roamed the pantry, their size and shape came in many varieties, sometimes two for the price of one, these cardboard cutouts lived for a very long time, minutes later t