4. A Man in a Hat4. A Man in a Hat3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eight Years Earlier
I pushed Ches' wheel chair in front of me into the ballroom. "Dad, did she really ask for me?"
In front of me, Dad looked back and smiled. "Of course, Hatter. You'll take the name next, so you must meet the queen."
"But Dad! You've still got it for a while."
He shrugged and continued walking. "I know. But you know the queen..."
I nodded and walked a little bit faster. Ches didn't say anything, but she continued stroking Cat who was sitting in her lap, purring as he usually did.
Dad stopped by the edge of the room, motioning me forward. I cut through the people at the party and stopped by him and the black door, with a large red heart. "Well, go on through." I gulped and walked forward, waving good-bye to Ches. It was scary, scary, scary.
The Time of Your Life"Do you have the time?" He asked, matter-of-factlyThe Time of Your Life4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As if he weren't hanging upside down
From the branches of the maple tree next to Asbury Station.
I debated for a moment,
And pulled out my pocketwatch instead of my cell phone
To let him know that it was twenty past two, give or take.
It won me a smile, which I counted as a small victory,
And went to go about my day.
He was there the next day too, and asked me again.
"Hey, pocketwatch girl. Do you have the time?"
It was five after ten and I told him so.
He smiled again, and I told him to be careful not to fall.
The third day, I heard his voice on the way to work.
"Do you have the time?" He asked, but I was in a hurry.
I ran off with an apology on my lips
And he just nodded, sagely.
He looked pale the next day when I stopped to greet him.
"Do you have the time?" He asked gently,
But this time around I heard something there,
Urgency in his soft, raspy tones,
And I asked, "What's the hurry?"
He smiled. "I could have asked you that yesterd
The Faire of a Thousand KeysThere was once, once, which happened on a time, which wasn't a time that once happened but, in fact, was once, upon, a time.The Faire of a Thousand Keys4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(You don't have to believe me. Most people don't believe stories that start this way, start with Once Upon a Time, even if they're truer than the beauty of starlight)
Out of the darkness which was unintelligible void, which had no whale tails breaking the breakers and no cheetahs rippling like lightning flashes across the sun-bathed African plains, no waterfalls miles and miles high-
-there came a stirring, a thumping, a beat. There came a rhythm that birthed in wet red the beginning of all beginnings- there came a thought, emerging like ripe figs dropping into a basket of Bengal tigers. It was a tearing, a ripping, an unmaking thought. It was a pure and untouched thought, utterly hopeful and beautiful and right. It emitted
Somebody asked EvveSomebody asked Evve4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
ვიღაცამ ევას ასაკი ჰკითხა
რამდენი წლის ხარ?რამდენი წლის ვარ?
რა შუაშია თუ ისევ ის ვარ?!
აპრილის შვილი,ენძელის ხნის ვარ,
ნაწვიმარ ბაღის,უღრუბლო ცის ვარ.
რამდენი წლის ვარ? რა
glitter is for scrapbooksbaby,glitter is for scrapbooks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i need your help.
i need to you to clean out my veins.
they're full of absinthe and rainbows,
and i'm always tripping on my own blood.
but they're always trips about real blood and horror,
and never about the stars and hearts and glitter i keep shooting up.
never about the super-fine baby blue and
sharp magenta sparkles that light up my syringes like
those colours that light up the morning sky.
more like those colours twisting and contorting to brightly coloured demons,
ones who feast and gorge themselves on the mind.
never beautiful like the shimmer and evasiveness of the stars,
but about the evasiveness of my own sanity,
and the elusiveness of comfort and stability.
its making me sick.
i need to quit,
but i need a total detox.
i need my veins emptied and cleaned,
and filled with pretty thoughts and feelings,
happiness and love.
because those rainbows just aren't cutting it anymore.
In Oz: ButterflyIn Oz: Butterfly4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Butterfly
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre *
Did I ever write a Critique on one of your pictures? I don't think so, but it's about time. In the last months you evolved as an artist, and your self-portraits got better and better. It's easy to be just beautiful (when you are beautiful), but it's difficult to make people see anything other than your beauty if it's obvious that you are a hottie. To play with the image of a wallflower due to your title is a risk, and there'll be as many people who love this task as many who will hate it and feel offended. But my words shall not target speculations about reactions, my words shall express my appreciation and my respect for a girl that does not sellout and still has a vision.
Symbolism IHow to look serene while falling.Symbolism I4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Miss Malaprop Takes Her BowLanguages, I believe, were invented for two purposes: communication and the amusement of native speakers. I make a very earnest attempt not to become one of the aforementioned sources of humor. I can proudly state that in my three years of study, I have never once mistakenly requested of a French-speaker, "Please pass the bath." I have also somehow managed never to confuse pregnancy and embarrassment in Spanish, a mistake so common among Anglophones that it is nearly a rite of passage. I have come to understand, however, that blunders are as much an essential to language as are grammar and syntax.Miss Malaprop Takes Her Bow10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I consider myself a proficient speaker of the English language. This is not to say that my lofty and mildly egotistical viewpoint has stopped me from making comments regarding Jesus's crucifixion at "cavalry" or the "erotic" flight pattern of the hummingbird. I couldn't understand my history teacher's snickering as I gave my or
gambler's risk of lovegambler's risk of love4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Dont jump into a relationship unless your willing to fall
dont set such high standards when you know nothing at all
with such a high leap and no notion in sight
how will you know when Mr.Perfect is right
rushing and hurrying, with no time to think
this is about future- will reality sink?
this isn't a game, or a battle's own war
the loving affection to be adored
so hold your head high- and with it come risk
the battle of love is at a terrible miss
Never Give Love a NameNever Give Love a NameNever Give Love a Name5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Chachapoyas did not call
themselves the Chachapoyas
this name an invention
by the Incas the history
of the Chachapoyas recorded
in ruins fragments
of bowls tombs
tucked in mountain cliffs
breath caught in the throat
erodes the lungs scratches
against the empty caves
left by the ribs the broken
bowl of a shoulder blade
twisted bridge of the neck
that can no longer be crossed
ridges of the spine
a chipped necklace
memories of a kiss embalmed tucked
in the folds of an ear
now there is only this
A girl I used to knowThere used to be a girlA girl I used to know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who I'd talk to everyday
We always had a laugh
And had so much to say
But one day she dissapeared
Just vanished into mid-air
I don't know where she went
It's as if she was never there
A long time later she came back
But she was a subject of change
She was like a different person
Even her touch felt strange
Everytime I see her now
I think back to how it used to be
Now she has returned however
She barely even remembers me
There is a girl I know
Who I see everyday
But we no longer talk
As we have nothing to say
SupermanThere they go. They are about to accept their diplomas. My son has my eyes, the way they dart around and analyze things, and can show appreciation for the sudden intake of green they endure during a summer's day, out on this field, where so many parents have gathered to celebrate. My daughter's a bit more cool and collected. She has her mother's eyes. Calm, shy, but fully aware. I can see her observing the graduation banner sitting on the North Gate that she helped designed. It's absolutely perfect.Superman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They survived and now they are a team. I taught them to make each other stronger, to see each other as best friends. They took their competitive energy and used it to inspire each other. They never hated each other. They always stood up for each other. I taught them that they were special, that they were both leaders. But even I was shocked at how much po
I'd rather Die...You skip around this world peacefullyI'd rather Die...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your childish dreams and hopes,
innocent thoughts of trust, happiness and love
are filling your fragile heart...
You take a break to watch the world
A big mistake you'll always regret
All your friends and family are gone
You stand confused and lost all alone
There are dark shadows eyeing you
They observe your every move
They analyze your every action
They glimpse and they glare
They laugh and they stare
The devil takes you by the hand
Don't worry, we'll teach you how to live
How to be just like everybody else
It speaks to you in a tempting voice
You shiver and you tremble yet you nod your head in fear
You should've said no but you're far too naive
The Devil smiles with proud and satisfaction
before it leads you to your doom
We'll teach you how to wipe that childish grin off your face
and replace it with a fake smile that everyone buys
We'll erase the sparkle in your eyes
and fill them with tears that you hide
We'll trade your loyal
VerlorenIch sehe Sie immer nochVerloren4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
wie Sie vor mir steht
mit glänzenden Augen
die Haare zerzaust
ich blicke zu Ihr hinab
suche die Hoffnung
will sie in Ihr spüren
doch ihre Wimpern zucken kühl
ihre zerschlissene Kleidung
ein Ausdruck der Vergangenheit
zeigen die vielen Narben
diese wollen reden
drücke Sie fest an mich
spüre ihre kalten Tränen
Ihr Herz pocht ganz langsam
eine Welle des Trauers
ich will Sie nicht verlieren
doch Nein, das war einmal
ich ließ Sie los, ließ Sie fallen
bin gegangen, nicht zurück geblickt
es ist meine Schuld
blitzen wieder auf
ich ließ Sie allein
Sie war zu klein
viel zu unerfahren
ich vergaß Sie
doch jeden Abend
da seh ich Sie
wie Sie vor mir steht
mit glänzenden Augen
Tonight...The stars are gleaming overheadTonight...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon's rays shining down
And I can remember so clearly
All the dreams we had
All the plans we made together
We said we'd last forever.
I remember the soft breeze
Caressing us as we held onto each other
Drifting off to sleep in the twilight.
I never thought that not having you here
Would hurt so very much.
I can remember the laughter we shared
And the tears we cried
And the lazy summer days that
Were spent laying in the grass
Watching the clouds go by.
But those days are gone
And now the darkness has fallen
And I am missing you.
But I know that wherever you are
That these very same stars
Are holding you tonight.
Fetter Rushfused togetherFetter Rush3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
sand and fire
that never yield
for parting words
when every doubt
meets hazy fog
high promises form
on delicate ground
we're stuck with
see it now
we are one
just for a short time
we are one
twenty four carats
cried to me
from the grains
of your eyes
in the moment
struck your soul
was rising on
so shy and bound
you let it go
like unsent letters
over burning flame
felt the heat
the amorous release
I never understood
told me in muse
and kissing slow
in melted snow
nature moves on
unaware of the game
hosting our time
that's out of this world
the very power we have
that nothing can tame
out of your mind
we are one
but never again
we are one
is this the end
Angst um SieAngst um SieAngst um Sie3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Die Angst hat sich vor mich gesetzt
sie schaut mit großem starren Blick
die Augen sind schon feucht benetzt
der Blick bohrt in mir wie der Strick
Der Strick der von der Decke hängt
der böse zu mir runter schaut
mich Selbst in seine Richtung drängt
wer hätte mir das zugetraut?
Die Sorge um Sie lässt erblinden
die Hände schlagen Hoffnungslos
wo kann ich sie denn jetzt noch finden?
das Hirn in mir bewegungslos
Die Tränen ziehen ihre Bahn
ihr geht es immer noch nicht besser
ich will ihr helfen bin im Wahn
sie hält verdeckt vom Stoff das Messer
Ich seh was sie im Sinne hat
und will doch gar nicht mal so viel
sie wieder Spaß am Leben hat
es gab die Zeit, es ihr gefiel
Die Angst um Sie erdrückt die Sinne
ich will sie schließen in mein Arm
doch sie hört noch diese Stimme
und will jetzt aus dem Leben fahrn
Verletzt und traurig sinke ich
die Krankheit zieht Sie stark nach unten
die Tiefe schließt
Das HerzEs gab die Zeit,Das Herz4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
da stand es still
war niemals bereit
nicht wie man will
wollts nicht zeigen
vergrub es tief
so weit es ging
es nie entlief
die Zeit verging
wollte mich spüren
brauchte den Schmerz
lies mich entführen
fiel weiter abwärts
bin sehr tief versunken
es drang in mein Ohr
wie es fast ertrunken
nach meiner wärme fror
da plötzlich hört ichs doch
konnt das fremde Wesen spüren
es grub ein tiefes Loch
um es dann hinaus zu führen
kleine Splitter der Glückseligkeit
strömten durch die kalten Venen
brachten mir den Lebensmut
ließen mich nach Wärme sehnen
das warme Wesen grub noch weiter
bis es es hielt, mit großem Stolz
mein kaltes Herz in ihren Händen
und sogleich mein Lebensholz
Es war schon sehr stark ausgebrannt
sie konnt es aber dennoch retten
gab mir zurück meinen Verstand
war wieder frei, lag nicht in Ketten
nahm das kalte runde Ding
legt es sanft in ihre Ha
Haiku Yin vs Yang: InspirationYang, beaming after a day in the sun says says:Haiku Yin vs Yang: Inspiration4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Life, sweet oxygen,
within my heart's miasma,
saves me from drowning.
Yin, after downing a shot of whiskey responds:
Rarely here in joy.
You're always here when I cry.
Hmph, some friend you are.
Long Distance RelationshipGet away! Get away!Long Distance Relationship4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Please, leave me in peace!
Why are you tormenting me?!
I can't use my AC without envisioning
your stupid flowing black hair.
When I look in my own mirror to shave,
there you are washing your pale face.
I try to take a walk alone at night;
there are your eyes, staring at me from the sky.
Why? Why did you fall in love with me?
Why did I tell you my secrets?
And why the hell did you listen?
I take out my cellphone to make a call
and there are your obnoxious texts and emotes.
I can't brush my teeth without thinking of your kisses.
I grab my remote and turn on the TV.
There's your favorite campy movie.
Please, just let me go to sleep.
Please don't let me dream about us.
No more R&B songs on the radio.
No more sudden little instant messages.
No more emails asking me if I'm ok.
Please, just let me cry myself to sleep...
PS: I love you.
Praf de steleCulori, acțiuni adjective, verbe;Praf de stele3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sinestezii pictate în roșu
cu miros de toamnă
și gust de cafea.
dres cu praf de stele
și topping de vise,
secrete ce-mi aparțin sau nu.
Cuvinte ce prind formă
în spatele pleoapelor închise
și capătă înțeles
doar așternute pe hârtie.
Adu-ți aminte să-mi desenezi pe tâmple
toate șoaptele ce se desprind din glasul tău;
adu-ți aminte că nu trebuie să înțelegi,
ci doar să citești printre rânduri ca să mă găsești.