Break up letter 101Break up letter 1019 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
One step closerHe slowly takes a step toward her, trying to decide how close he should get. His eyes move quickly up and down the length of her body, skimming across her like a bird along water. The hair stands up on the back of his neck as a drop of sweat slowly trickles down his spine. Taking another step toward her he unclenches his fist, his hand hanging limply along his side. He takes deep gasping breaths as he stares into her eyes, noticing sadly that the light in them has dimmed considerably since they had last spoken. They no longer dance with wisps of fire, but shimmer dully with a desperate hope. Had he reduced her to this? His heart lurches with the thought that this lifeless look is his doing. Guilt restraining his throat, he stops his attempts of getting closer to her, not wanting to cause her more suffering.One step closer8 years ago in General More Like This
Turning away he feels her small delicate fingers intertwine with his. He glances down, seeing the difference between his hand and hers. Her hand as small as a child's, the skin
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?
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
Crossing The Border - Pyrox6..It didnt pound against her chest.Crossing The Border - Pyrox6..7 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
commutercommuter10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Commuter (Observations While Driving to Work)
Sparse clouds over an eight a.m. commute.
One crushed paper cup spins through traffic
like no autumn leaf, and she does not realize
how her mouth hangs open like a tree
that has lost all but its last shuddering green.
Forty-five minutes and twelve exits in
and I pass by cars I have already passed.
I push the brakes once, again, watch my delay
ripple through cars in the distance behind me.
Today may be the advent of --
something, but I cannot think what.
We have moved north, past the knife's edge of the city
to where the drive disguises the brown of the sky.
Here we make all our own difference ourselves.
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
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
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----
dragdrag10 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
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.
SomedaySomeday when you're all grown up,Someday7 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.
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.
But in absence of the heartBut in absence of the heart9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want elongated days
or shadows that curve & stalk round corners
or even segmented hours,
the next one unattainable.
I never look too far forward
in fear of
the second after eternity
and then nothing will go to plan.
Atop a hill that whispers to the clouds
there lies valleys only seen from here,
valleys usually pathways trodden
to see this monstrous mound
(and not so deep at all).
And gloomy seas set in feathered cliffs,
the rocks are sharp to touch
but from the shore
are statuesque and sculpted
by indecisive tides
that tease my toes
in knowledge they have seen the hidden seabed
& I have not.
I wonder if the deeper sand
is swished around like the sand upon the shore
never here or there
or sometimes taken away
& never seen again.
There are no stories to be told
with each survivor engulfed
and persuaded (only by distance)
to ensure they are secrets kept.
Or if the grains of sand between my toes
have seen it all
but dare not speak
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.
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
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.
The Rag DollShe built her home in tear dropsThe Rag Doll11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And gave her heart to the sky.
She tied up leaves
Around her sleeves
And pretended she could fly.
One morning in mid Winter
On a day that felt more like Spring,
She opened her ears
To the sound of tears
And imagined she could sing.
Overhead the birds would sweep
In sunshine or in rain.
Part of a crowd
They were happy and proud
And ignorant of her pain.
With a final farewell to teardrops
She climbed the tallest tower...
In her silent voice
She made her choice
Knowing freedom was in her power.
With her gaze up to the heavens
She felt then only peace,
As she took one step more
That trailed across the floor
She finally sought release.
The world lit up in sun beams
As she soared high on makeshift wings,
And the birds gathered round
Because they had found
They could hear music when she sings.