The NightThe Night11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep slow moans
come from the roots
of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
in a sigh
they stretch out
like the hands of a beggar
to turn off
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici
e si tendono
dita di alberi
in un sospiro
come le mani del mendicante
real + make-believeGive me something real, he says. Give me something with meaning. I'd give every little word that can'treal + make-believe4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
contain a smidgen of the thing itself rattling around my tired, jittery brain, but I've been doing lines of
madness and what I see the world cannot hold. Oh, everything I say is real, I answer, with the smile
that comes at all the wrong times, but never when invited. And I mean every single word.
losing my sex drive
Dust in the SkyDust in the Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sarrow sits and stares at me looking into my Soul
Taking away my life every time i close my eyes
I wither away, I rot only dust takes my place
i will never survive in this dark lonely place.
My dust sits on the floor just like nothing
someone comes to open a window it opens
i begin to circle the room getting into
peoples eyes before i leave my solitude forever.
I go out into the night sky people look up to
see the stars but not me for i am nothing
this place of hatred and love has killed me
i fly into the night never to be seen agian
everyday, every night, all...in preparing a hearteveryday, every night, all...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the vast expanses of america
be sure to schedule disappointments early
so as to leave endings
for bitter defeat
be a firm believer
in the healing power of laughter
this makes trying to stifle
the unavoidable giggles that occur
when considering the irony
of your own demise
a lot more fun
failure romantic again
what we're giving
and completing the circle
when truly taking the time
to find yourself
be sure you've filled out
the proper forms
you'd hate to find yourself
and just one more line to go
it's something like infinity
if it's enough to make you angry
it's enough to make you
it all comes down
to proper planning
DrumsDrums6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I big bang
my muffled drum
shade the day
and ever present
and I split
shaping my sore
my roots betrayed
by the crumbling
the sound is
Sapphire Cafe: AnnyeongThere's this girl, the one with her hair in a ponytail and the giant sketch pad. She comes every day, and she even sits in the same seat, but Heechul hardly ever notices her. He doesn't actually have the time; working as a waiter in a butler cafe, after all, doesn't leave one with time to recognise regulars.Sapphire Cafe: Annyeong5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She catches his eye though, one day, during his much needed break period.
She's sitting in a chair by the glass wall, pencil in her hand moving deftly across her sketch pad. Occasionally she glances up, and the look in her eyes reminds him so much of Hankyung that he briefly considers asking him if he happens to have any siblings. But of course not; Hankyung's from China, after all.
Heechul watches her for another day or so before making his move.
He slides into the seat opposite hers as his half-hour lunch break begins. "Hi," he says brightly, "I'm Kim Heechul."
The girl's eyes flick downwards towards his nametag before hesitantly looking back up. His tag reads Kim Youngsoo.
In Search of an Old RecipeDown a wintry lane, where streetlampsIn Search of an Old Recipe9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise from dimly lit snow hills and the
town is lightly covered in frost,
I pass an old neighbors house and
a village café. The gurgling noises
of a brewing pot and the sugary smells
of rising dough
always met with long conversations
or quiet contemplations, an old friend
or a new friend and a hint of the past.
Something that started the day and
ended the day with company and
a dash of hope
that time can always be paused
and people can always gather.
And behind the rising steam of
tightly gripped mugs, you can always
find laughter, stirring its warmth around
tables as we reminisce.
And sugar is sprinkled over cookies
and pastries the way snow is over the world.
And no matter how far away,
I can always make it home
on nothing more than a memory.
Perhaps these are the ingredients to make peace,
down wintry lanes, where feuds are blanketed
and grudges melt away into cups of coffee.
anorexiarancid breath fromanorexia6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
protruding clavicles, ribs,
vertebra begging to
rip apart rice paper
skin with bleeding gums
and shrinking yellow teeth.
brains rejecting eyes
of celestial goldfish,
looking out to reflections
distorted by society, and
repeating the phrase
i can be prettier.
how are you?How are you?how are you?7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
better than dead,
worse than alive.
Spinebone.Spinebone.6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
She left the window open tonight to shiver out the food she couldn't purge. Left herself available, vulnerable, laid her corpse out with her ribcage regalia on display-- all breathe in breathe out with the quickening pace of the heartbeats in her head-- for the walls, for the sky, for the gawkers and the pointers and the perverts to see, oh, to see how fat and disgusting and terrible she really, really was.
She pressed play.
"... you're wrong, you know."
"Yeah, I'm wrong, then. You say I'm wrong, so--"
"...it must be true."
Ghosted lips and scripted words. She'd listened to it enough times now to whisper the words by her failure of a heart.
Fast forward. Play.
"--nd it doesn't take a genius to figure out that nobody is good. Nobody. And anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking fool."
"--who thinks otherwise is a fucking fool."
"-- is a fucking fool."
It was the truth and Riley knew it. Too well. Too, too well. So much s
every sigh a questionI'm not entirely sureevery sigh a question10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where I stand
with anyone, these days.
It's all quicksand
and rubber masks.
Behind the window of every eye,
I see an interior shutter
I feel like
waste of time.
I'm your one big regret."
You love me. You love me not.
You love me. You don't even like me.
You love me. Hide the knives!
and hearts that
Is that too much to ask
or am I just not asking right?
"Excuse me, sir -
have you seen my stability?"
spoken to the cat in...people are possibilitiesspoken to the cat in...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but better halves
in this case
come in only two flavors
fragile and faded
bigger than life
don't like it
always asking the same questions
did we have visions of ghosts
as a child
did we watch time
worry itself sick
wondering which world
it was made for
when someone shares a secret
they settle into shapes
that define us
and we mumble
in our sleep
Sweeter Than Cake 2Silver gritted his teeth. What the hell was he thinking? He looked into his crush's curiosity filled eyes for only a split second before looking away, but that was enough to make his heart bounce. What was the point of telling her about his crush? There was none. All it would do is make each interaction of theirs more awkward than it already was; Kotone wasn't the kind of spineless girl to crush on a guy who treated her like he had, and Silver was an idiot for thinking that she could. He would have to be nice to her more before he could even have a chance at winning her feelings. Should he ask her out on a date? The boy mentally kicked himself. No, that'd be too obvious and he doubted she would agree to it. Then it clicked in his head. I'm an idiot, pokemon is how they met, obviously that could be a gateway too.Sweeter Than Cake 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What is it, Silver?"
"We should battle more. Give me your pokegear."
Kotone sighed in relief. About time he'd ask! The trainer had always wondered if
the modern air conditionyou can't fallthe modern air condition5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in love with
but his hand
we propose to it
make our real
Link 3b: Set 9: Chain 2 UPDATEseaweed strewnLink 3b: Set 9: Chain 2 UPDATE6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the tide pulls
and the love you're sure...I'm in the process of painting a pictureand the love you're sure...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wide as your smile
and a thousand
all the words
small toysshe's that uncaughtsmall toys7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smoke in your teeth
and still feeling
that slow fall
and pull back
from snow globe skin
behind the walls
work in progresssome days, I find myselfwork in progress7 years ago in Open More Like This
swallowed by regret for
dreams found too late
wishes hidden, denied
beneath skin that
bruises too easily
still, I find myself
smiling at the blank
paper at my fingertips
for my story is
and the pen is in
my hands now
If Words Had LipsIf words had lipsIf Words Had Lips8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For pulling, tasting,
Sucking on my every breath,
Id lock mouths
For vocabulary theft.
Tongue to tongue
Whether known or not, they shine
Sensual, in beauty,
With its lips pressed to mine.
around a mouthful of coloraround a mouthful of color6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caress & contain
What Is Love?What Is Love? When do you feel it?What Is Love?8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you cuddle a newborn baby.
Does that mean love is change?
When you can be who you are.
Does that mean love is acceptance?
When you hear a beautiful heartwarming tune.
Does that mean love is a soothing melody?
When you sit by a roaring fire.
Does that mean love is warmth?
When you have a shoulder to cry on.
Does that mean love is support?
When you become defensive of someone close to you.
Does that mean love is concern?
When you have a pair of arms to hold you.
Does that mean love is protection?
When you find someone to hold, hug, and kiss.
Does that mean love is passion?
When you fit perfectly into anothers arms.
Does that mean love is comfort?
How many times does one use the word love? Ten, twenty, one hundred times? More?
How many times is it true? Once, twice? A few times at most?
When you choose a part of love that makes up love, does that mean you do not have love?
When you choose a part of love each time, does