Break up letter 101Break up letter 10110 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We've had a lot of fun, and I really loved you a lot, but well, I don't think this is being fair to you. I am [gay/lesbian/joining green peace/pregnant]. It's not you, but...I just need time to sort my [head/life/STDs] out. I hope you understand. There's someone out there for you, who will be so much more perfect for you, who'll be able to give you the [love/security/sex/money/life/puppy] that you need. You are a fantastic [man/woman/shag/kisser/accountant] but I don't think I can be with someone who [listens to Billy Idol while making love/makes beef jerky/screams at small children/is older than my father/sees the world so differently/is deaf, mute, blind and retarded]. I know this is hard, but I know you can get through this, you're [so strong/so talented/so conceited/such a tragedy whore/on anti-depressants] and I [took all sharp objects out of your house/hid the weapons/wish you all the best in your new life]. All my love to [Sophie/the dog/your dad], and I hope we
chance and destinychance and destiny12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
destiny and chance have intimate discussions over green tea. destiny jokes about how foolish people take his name in vain, much like that of god, and they laugh together. chance whispers, myths and folklore, like the easter bunny and santa claus. she takes credit for 90% of the goings-on of human life,death,love,loss,and discovery. you see what we fail to realize is that life is like a game of chess.
played by two opposing forces each wanting to undo the other and come out as the victor. the end all be all and final word. instead of thank god falling from the lips of people; chance would love to hear 'thank chance'. for it is merely chance, everything that happens in life. reflect upon it a moment with me.
a boy drops his keys and stops to pick then up, in the process bumping heads with a girl picking them up for him. their eyes meet and he stammers hello and she smiles softly and says hello in return. two years later we see this same man/boy, nervously picking out a
ring for the girl
MomentsMoments10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bell rings,
My freedom granted.
I wait for the driver of
My red, horseless carriage.
What then becomes is
One short drive.
Done just to see,
One sweet life.
That despite its sickly state,
Exudes such unrivaled beauty.
There is so much I'd give
If I could continue to gaze
Into those endless pools,
And drown for all eternity
In their deep coffee seas.
But I'm no more a visitor,
Here I cannot stay.
Though by your side, if I could,
Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man put down his saxophone to rest, leaning his thin back up against the railing of the boardwalk. At 45, he had been gifted with a young face, but the years of playing outside just for money had taken their toll on his hands, and they bore the marks of someone twice his age. He sat with his fingers clasped over his knees and stared out at the ocean, its green-blue waves throwing themselves on the sand with a fury that co
NierNierNier10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're so perfect
Lips that were made
By kissing a rose petal,
Opalline eyes that will be
Any colour they please
Don't get me started on your hair,
As soon as you turn your head
In the light, it becomes a live,
quivering mass of gold.
sequinned shine runs all
through the straight
to a slight wave.
Lord help me,
every time I look at you,
Struck by shock, I'm
The frog that met the princess.
Except, whoever you're next to
Feels like the pea.
Set one foot in a room,
It's already yours. The sea
Wouldn't let itself touch you,
the Moon's nowhere to be found
Whenever you're out.
You were made by afternoon itself.
I wonder, could your
Clear, smooth skin ever withstand
A blow like this? What happens
when you cry, do your lashes glow?
If strands of hair were torn
From your skull, when again
Would they grow?
When it happens,
I feel afraid; when you
Hurt me, even as I bleed,
Broke my tooth, now you break my nail
I fear: who will protect my little girl?
Across The Hall - SlowlydyingWe were awake in the early morning.Across The Hall - Slowlydying7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silence in the room across the hall was torture.
At any noise I would roll my half naked body across the bed
and hug the wall as best I could,
pull the covers up over myself
and pray that the darkness would somehow shelter us.
I feared our whispers were too loud
our kisses- too obvious.
But the man across the hall and in that room
was fast asleep
or too tired to keep his eyes open for longer than three minutes
before re-entering dream mode.
If he knew his daughter was wrapped up in the arms of another girl
would that be the end?
I'm so sick of hiding. So sick!
But anything must be better than him knowing.
I'm not playing dyke like I played my little kid games.
This is me.
It's how I feel, what I want.
I didn't choose to feel this way.
It just happened.
And so the one I love is a female.
And she loves me too.
Is that so wrong?
Crossing The Border - Pyrox6..It didnt pound against her chest.Crossing The Border - Pyrox6..8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Her hand didnt shake uncontrollably
Her mind was calm.
Her body relaxed.
And most of all.
It was all easy.
Had she ever felt a better utopia in a simple hug, and everything ever been
fulfilled by such a simple thing as a hug. How could her perfect dream come
true so easily!
The thing we dont realise is, that everything we desire has always been
there, waiting for us to open the door and let it out.
I always wanted a best friend,
Who I could hold, touch and love
I always wanted a best friend
Who seemed sent from up above
I always wanted a best friend
Who knew the real me
I always wanted a best friend
I had but didnt see
I now think I realise that I have what I thought I needed.
But as I have it standing in front of me, I feel unsure of what I once knew
So maybe it isnt what I need has changed
But maybe, just maybe, love isnt like anything Ive felt
It isnt a glance at first, where you know your
bana gece derlerbana gece derler4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
saçları tıraş edilmiş bir papağana benziyor bu kent
bu kentin gerçek sokakları
sen kısacık bir elele tutuşmaya benziyorsun
öyle sıcak ve ateşlisin. dudakların
dudakların neden bu kadar büyük?
eskiyor bitli bir kumaş gibi yırtılıyor dün
bir cigara daha sarıyorsun narin omuzlarından dökülüyor gün
dudakların neden böyle etli ve yumuşak?
dudakların neden yanardağ ağzı
nemli, kırmızı, sıcak?
hiç şüphe yok, seni bana Lucifer yollamış olmalı
seni bana jilet niyetine, çakı niyetine, seni bana üç dizelik roman niyetine, hayat niyetine, seni bana acı niyetine, seni bana ulak niyetine, tokat niyetine
seni bana günah niyetine
seni bana yamyam niyetine
Teachers to the DeadWhile we slept,Teachers to the Dead7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
(we are too kind
to show that we are more alive without them
that losing them
Addicted to LostAddicted to Lost10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your TiVo's on, and you're at home
Your mind is not your own
Your brain sweats, your body shakes
An episode is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you like Sayed
Another show is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you can just turn it off, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Lost.
You see the signs, what can they mean?
Play it back at a slower speed
Wednesday's at 8, 7 Central Time
You're gonna go out of your mind, a one track mind
You can't be saved
Spoilers are all you crave
If there's a site all set for you
You don't mind if you do
No, you like to think that you can just laugh it off, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to tape it, you're addicted to Lost.
Might as well tape it, you're addicted to Lost.
----guitar solo, featuring Drive Shaft----
Last SeptemberIf I could see you again I'd stick my fingers into your navelLast September6 years ago in Other More Like This
to feel if your core was soft
or if you even had anything there at all
I'd hold your lungs in the center of my hands
to see if they were black purple blue
from all that cancer
I couldn't make you spit out
I want to see you again
To tell you,
"I hate your hair like that"
"I hate that you left me"
"I hate what you've become"
Then I'd take it back
and say something nice
You'd still borrow my perfume,
because from the ends of your hair to the tips of your shoes you smell like tobacco
and you don't want your mom to know that you've been killing yourself
You don't mind that I know
I won't scold you
I feel like you have no power in your life
And it's not my place to say, but,
I feel like you've tangled your talent into spider webs
and thrown them away
I feel like you've bitten off your nose
to spite your face
and I wish it wasn't true but
you deserve it
you deserve everything you get
If I could go back
SomedaySomeday when you're all grown up,Someday8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someday when you forget her,
Someday when she still remembers
Walking home in warm Septembers.
You'll be busy with someone new,
You'll be busy with brand new words,
You'll be on a great big stage
And her heart will still be in a cage.
She will listen to the words,
She will see you rise to the top,
She will watch you move about
And you won't hear her shout.
You will be famous without doubt,
You will forget her without doubt,
You will be happy without doubt,
She will love you without doubt,
But her surviving... I have doubt.
Self datedSelf dated9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel most glamorous when I walk
through Target. Look at the sheeple,
now look at me. I've got a
pinstripe blazer. I "do poetry."
I listen to Gwen and Lindsay
but only for the irony. I understand
the Xbox 360 and Lost in Translation
on more levels than you ever do.
And all I'm coming in here to buy
is a marked-down jar of J. Crew.
Mangled and brokenMangled and broken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisted and broken,
I try to get out
Of the walls I lay sealed within.
My wings have been damaged,
They're all torn up
Ripped and mixed with blood.
The feathers aren't straight,
Not a single one.
"I don't know what to do!"
I would cry over and over.
My hands are bound too tightly
To try and break free.
My feet are strapped down,
My eyes are covered.
The cloth over my face
Is moist with salt and water
And it burns my eyes as I whimper.
Slowly time goes by,
And soon I'm out.
I stop my flailing,
I cease to breathe.
What's the point in trying
When you've already lost
I'll just lay here,
Mangled and broken.
And slowly pass away,
While you watch and stand by,
And laugh anyway.
Myosotis SylvestrisMyosotis sylvestris (Forget Me Nots)Myosotis Sylvestris9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knotted stems cling tightly
to the pole pushed, just yesterday,
into loamy garden soil,
flecked with bark and leaves.
Read the packets fine print:
water well in dry spells.
These arent the hardy daffodils
Im used to planting.
I finger each new bud gently;
picking them up, one by one,
and caressing them with a careful hand.
Each one lined with scratches
and creases marring the weave.
At last I dust my hands
on dirty jeans and turn towards
the cottage and the awaiting kettle.
But not before catching one last glimpse
of dusky fingers waving farewell
from the trellis.
dragdrag11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of anathematized eggheads, dead poets, uprooted saddle-tramps -
an eclectic shangri-la that impales itself upon her sensibilities
like a beached whale on her shore
And this cold, small man-
call him Animus Annihilated-
"You wanna see Heaven baby?, Here's your chance." -
An open invitation to cool her heels in
the shadow of his soul.
Hoodwinked by her own loathsome ideal
she ogles the out-side,
staring through the cigarette that drips from her mouth,
into her love's eye
So EcstaticSo EcstaticSo Ecstatic10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm shiveringly sick,
so very unfit for
a consumption like
this; trembling as
much as each
Take my pulse
and feel it jump,
a disrupted signal;
I have been
and consciousness waning –
Now I realise
the Moon rides the sky,
and it surprises me;
almost like a
silent blessing, an
to my wildly-altered state –
My blood seems
to have become some
new substance that
flicks and flits
rapidly; as lights
react to tripped switches,
it fizzes acidly –
I hear music
when the room
falls silent; the piano
knows my secret,
tapping out its approval;
the saxophone races in
with a heady crescendo storm –
This face betrays me,
for curled upon it
so seductively, the
the rise in my heartbeat,
I'm in love, you see,
and it's getting me so ecstatic.
INSANITYINSANITY10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living life through tear stained eyes.
Pains and defects washed always with prescribed drugs.
Taking sleeping pills to kill the nightmares.
Waking up, but only wanting to return to the nightmares.
Far better is life with acceptance.
One is the rejected of life.
Loving the lack of touch-
Watching the slow motion, colorless, frames,
Repeat until all sanity is lost.
Blame is placed.
Vengeance is served.
Blood is shed.
The Rights of Sentient MachineThe Rights of Sentient Machine10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am assuming the existence of sentient machines. A working definition of sentient machines is given. My argument: though a sentient machine would have many of the same rights as a human being, the very nature of a sentient machine would drastically alter the rights and obligations of a sentient machine from the rights assumed for human beings, and that with some reflection on the nature of a sentient machine, we, as a society, may be able to clarify exactly what the rights of a sentient machine are. I first argue that sentient machines deserve rights. This argument presents and refutes common arguments that machines, regardless of their level of consciousness should not receive any rights at all; in the process, it shows why sentient machines should have at least some rights. Next, I argue that sentient machines deserve human rights. This argument begins with a critique of the characteristics that implicitly make a moral demand for special human rights and shows that con
In Rome...In Rome...11 years ago in Open More Like This
In Rome the Ancient Meets the Modern
Fuel efficient schools of fish
Flash in the sun as they turn together.
Tour buses, mammoth and marauding give chase
Around 2000 year old coral the class escapes.
The whales' bellies empty
Where now only an impressive nautilus remains.
Benign monsters exist here frozen,
stripped to their weathered stone skeletons;
a city straddling the trench of history.
Atlantis was never lost, just built upon
where myths walked with feet dry of time
you can purchase scalloped Farragamo shoes.
Children and Swimsuits.Children and Swimsuits.9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was at the mall with my friends and they all wanted to go get lunch. I told them I'd catch up with them later, I was suppose to go shopping for a swimsuit. Why I went through with actually looking, I don't know. The girls in the store gave me dirty looks as I skimmed through the selection. The cashier never bothered to ask if I needed help, maybe she was just busy. I found a one piece that was purple and black, filled with swirly designs. I waited until the changing room was clear before I actually tried it on. The suit itself looked nice, but the body it was on looked ugly. The mirror was in the hall way and I pulled the courage to leave the confined room to look at myself. I was looking sullenly in the mirror when I saw a little girl sitting on a bench behind me, she smiled as I turned. Her smiled quickly faded when she saw the marks all over my exposed body parts. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. She sat herself straight up and looked at me with questioning eyes
Black BirdI've told you I'm staying in tonight,Black Bird10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you, as usual, haven't listened.
Negligent out of pain, perhaps
a thorn lifted off some nightmare
flower. You ask me to remove it,
have tried a shower. I'm thinking
if the water can't free it, how will I?
Besides, I've seen a bird, which,
as it starts to trill, suggests were I
such a thing, I'd rather be dumb.
Still, my not singing like a bird,
does it mean you can't call me one?
Again, you're not listening. And
it's flown off now into that gloom
where everything feels heavier,
but I don't suppose is. It presses
like the sloping walls of a Gallic
town, spied from an odd angle.