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
Never give up Never give upNever give up7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never give up
When the times are rough
When you've lost all hope
When you're at the end of your rope
Never give in
When you're being counted on by a friend
When you think evil is gonna do you in
When you think you'll never live again
Never give out
On those you care for
When you fall on your face on the floor
When something's waiting to eat you up
on the other side of the door
Always be there
Always be here
Make friends far and near
Through good times and bad
Happy and Sad
They stand by your side
and help you feel glad
So never give up!
Even when you feel like you want to
You have to remember
that someone never gave up on you!
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
It Doesn't Exist Right?Oh, listen listen.It Doesn't Exist Right?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to the deafening cry that you can't hear.
She is with us. Following us.
-Or is he even a she?-
-Does it even exist?-
-Curses don't exist right?-
A beckoning of strangeness draws us closer.
It's like a bad horror film.
Don't go towards the darkness.
It can only do bad things
In the midst of our coming,
Disaster has only befallen us.
And how long have we been here?
It feels like its been ages.
I miss the land.
I miss the sea.
The rush of wind.
What a fearful thought.
Where has everyone gone?
Am I the only one left?
Some are dead.
Some have vanished.
If this all just paranoid creation.
I can't hear them cry anymore...
But... curses don't exist right?
Curses don't exist, ri-
FaithOne late summer, I took a trip to where native grasses used to grow as high as the flanks of my paternal grandfather's bay, the one with the dark line of its equine heritage down the spine. He used him as a pleasure horse to ride when he had spare time, but he hardly ever did, especially once his brood started to multiply. That's when grandfather hooked the bay to a plow, turning the soil so he could plant crops to help feed them all.Faith4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Grandfather had two broods, actually. The first were five children, and his wife, who all perished in the influenza pandemic of 1918. The second were five more children, and his final wife, who lived long lives as did he (almost a century), and so too the marriage. Having the benefit of longevity brings many life changes; uprooting and relocating numerous times. Nothing stays the same. Even when you think it does, it never stays young... except the memories.
After a journey by plane, and then by train, and then by rental car, I wound my way through w
I BelieveAnd I still believe that there is more love than hate, there's more heart than ache~ Red Jumpsuit Apparatus- BelieveI Believe5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I believe that while there are still people on this planet that mean another person harm, there is no way that we can live in peace. I am not suggesting that we eradicate those people, just their ill intent. We should just accept other people for their differences.
I believe that there is a purpose to us being here, though we are never to find out what it is. I am not suggesting that we give up on searching, just stop being so targeted upon the results of the search. We should just do what we want to do in life.
I believe that life is easier than we make it out to be, although we secretly enjoy making it more complicated. I am not suggesting we ease up on the difficulties we create for ourselves, just that we should not whine about them. We should just match our capabilities.
I believe that the word 'love' is thrown around too much, which makes the real thing
Sylviahow ingenious-Sylvia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a photo taken
the year of their marriage,
hands grasping his
around her waist
and years later
arms holding their children-
and in between,
the New England tanned blonde
to English mouse brown pale-
always those dark eyes
telling on herself,
the frailty, the pain-
the wire she walks
brilliance and sanity
chaos and poetry,
between a child's cold
coveting the prolific,
the unstable nature-
the lover, the writer,
she was so lucky
never seeing another
the way she saw him
but he wasn't there
when she passed over,
gassed and found
alone and still warm
on the kitchen floor
God forgive me
I've wished I was her
in all her brilliance
before that cold morning...
JupiterI lay, gutted and waitingJupiter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for you to respirate my heart
seized in its fatigue
to awaken and return your gifts.
How desperate am I to
stay the course, yearning
to keep you even as I know
I must be set free.
Sliding into the waves of
Jupiter's amber clouds,
my lungs fill with the
heady storm of its red eye
that plunges me into dreams
weighed down beyond the
poisonous burn of muscles,
lulled by a false sense.
And still further, till
oblivion reveals nothing more
than the sulfuric rust
the color of heart chambers
(a deep thrum of ventricles).
The descent seems an eternity
while I hope you'll follow,
pulled by your fear
(I know you're afraid)
and not go back without me.
amor de lejos.you used to blow into my ear while i wasamor de lejos.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to fall asleep.
i'd laugh and pull off both of our shirts, kiss
you chest and ears and eyelids until neither
of us could breathe. afterwards you'd sleepily
call me your little snuggle puppy, curve your
body around mine, and just when you'd close
your eyes i'd laugh and blow into your ear.
we never used to have any change because
we'd go downtown and feed the parking meters
by hand, like they were curious metal monsters.
you could never resist helplessness, which is
probably why you love me.
i used to make up songs about your socks.
i used to rub your back in front of your parents.
i used to fiddle with your knees while you drove.
i used to cry on the phone to you about my ex.
i used to tell you that you and i would never be
anything more than friends.
(i used to believe it, too. but you never did.)
you used to wear jeans that were dyed fuschia.
you used to finish off my bowls of melted ice cream.
you used to push me on the swings, higher,
Not againns again. Yesterday I...Not again4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fallen AngelsFade do stars when Angels fall.Fallen Angels4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
maskyou are naked as the earthmask4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that surrounds my death mask
and smothers the empty snail shell
that bars your way to heaven,
its purple immortality; a shadowy
musk receding into my thighs,
the brilliance of your buds buried
face-down struggles to bloom,
the tendrils of their roots
tremble upwards to the sky-
to muzzle the wind
with the fruits of my tears
before night becomes martyr
to the day,
I stand, naked as the earth
hidden by the mist
of hanging water, with hands
out-stretched and empty-
your nocturne asleep in my throat
Confession.I sold hope.Confession.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of stock.
The Darkroot Chronicles Act 2The Darkroot Chronicles Act 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Never finding the stars"I've never found the stars, for they were always too poetic for me to reach."Never finding the stars3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked over at her, admiring her form highlighted in the window by the moon. "You've never found them? Are they not right there in the sky?
She turned her head towards me, away from the night heavens, and her fine, frizzy, mist of humidity-curled hair blossomed slightly in the moonlight as she did so. "These are just distant representations that tell us where they are located in the galaxy, Charles. They are simply the same as a portrait of the night sky or a sonnet written about twinkling celestial bodies. They are just an author's or artist's perception of their true selves. After all, just because you can point to Africa on a map does not mean you have found it."
She put her head back in line with the window panes, and I pondered this curious creature in my room. She was full of intellect, wonder and femininity, which lef
SW: At Least it Sounds Magical"Honeymoon in Paris!?"SW: At Least it Sounds Magical4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah. Paris, Texas."
The Children Aren't PlayingThe Children Aren't Playing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found God today
He was sitting on a park bench watching as no children play
On this bright and cheery day.
Asking, Where are they?
I was having mixed emotions; a conflict of what to say
Cant you hear the people when they pray?
Its far too dangerous and too easy to stray.
This world is crumbling down, I told Him
Traffickers want to sell them
Kidnappers want to steal them
Murderers want to slay them
Parents some of them have gone evil
Teachers some of them have gone evil
Priests some of them have gone evil
Wheres the escape?
Walking down the street a little boy gets taken
By a crime he was never taught exists.
They take him and they break him
Use him and abuse him
He gets stuck in this dark abyss
Sitting in her bedroom a little girl gets taken
By a face she was taught to love
He takes her and he breaks her
Use her and abuse her
She is told its something she should never speak of
Trapped and trapped again. Over and
"Eros""Eros"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry trees have blossomed but there is no one here to rejoice in their red perfume.
It's winter again.
Be Thankful for everythingPretend you could take everything you dont like about yourself, every experience that pains you and peel it away like dried paint. Now place it in a box, an old shoe box from a pair of shoes you wore once and will probably never wear again. Seal the box, with duct tape, super glue anything to keep it shut, anything that will lock it away. Wander into the woods, a field, a place no one goes and dig; dig till you disturb the worms and the bugs, dig till you see the water break through the mud. Now throw the box in, cover it up and walk away. Don't look back.Be Thankful for everything7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Five years later you return, youre older, wiser and yet you still have come back here. You dig, dig back into the earth you cast yourself away in so long ago. The box is there, its worn and wet, almost not a box but something living. Open it.
You find yourself back at the beginning with the things you hated most. Yet, now you wonder why you did such a thing. Inside that box are not traits and memories that disgu