anaplasiaanaplasia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
conspiring their exodus
clamoring for the cool negligence
lost tongues in long weeping throats
glut of heartmatter
alabaster, pollen, necrotic silk
i'll empty their blasphemies
from broken tusks
spilling the elocution of bliss
so it does not reach the dead.
I want to play a game.I want to play a game.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"...I woke up...my head hurt....where was I?...Did I fall asleep...I cant move......." *I looked down to see myself chained to a chair unable to move*
WHAT WHAT IS THIS!
"I panicked! My heart beat fast, My breathing speed up! What was this! What has happened to me!"
HELP! SOME ONE! ANYONE! "I screamed...that all I could do...I knew that if even one person heard me..then I was saved"
"While I was freaking out, I looked around the room. I looked like a normal Class room like at my school. Why was I in a Class room? Heck why was I chained to a chair"
SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP!
*A tv in the corner of the room that I seemed to have not noticed,
of storms and skysee my hair dance wild as wind-strings jerk it about//hear the ocean-wind heave itself against us all- crashing into our eyes and mouth//feel the winter-wind brush our skins in summer//then inhale the heaviness of air and sink through the dirt- because darling, you dont deserve gods beautiful violence.of storms and sky4 years ago in Other More Like This
(it drags the tree by its leaves saying kiss your trunk, kiss it and it does; releasing with a snap. the other trees flitter-flutter violently, crying within the cacophony of rain on concrete. white stars fall where light exists, and only sound where it disappears. the sky -the colour of sunburnt skin- watches it all with hunger. a
UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.Underwear3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador est
LinesReflections in the waterLines3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faceing my time
The wrinkles in my skin
Telling the story of my life
There are lines for the tears
In the flesh below my eyes
Lines for the laughs
Playing delicately around my mouth
Lines for the anger
In my forhead
Lines for the pain
On my brow
Lines for the care
On my hands
Lines of the sun
On my shoulders
They may be ugly
These lines of mine
But still I love them
They tell my life
LongingYou're happy, you're laughingLonging3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's the most adorable sound
I don't want to take my eyes off of you
You have me here spellbound
I love you so very much
You make my world a better place
It's like you wash all my worries away
Just with a simple embrace
And then I open my eyes just to find
That I'm still alone on the dark
Alone but surrounded by people
And that's what's breaking my heart
Surrounded by my loved ones
We're together but still we're apart
When I close my eyes again
I'm right back there in your embrace
And I wonder why this isn't real
'Cause I can so clearly see your face
But it is nothing but my mind
Trying to keep
daydreamingsnow slowly fallsdaydreaming3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
steadily to the ground
turning, swirling, dancing,
i lay below
numb in the cold
watching in delight
tiny crystals take flight
how i wish i was there
dancing through the frozen air
spining round and round
to land gracefully on the ground.
Stream of Consciousness IHot water, yellow walls, yellow tops, giraffes, penguins. Purple shirts and cadged squirrels. Blue eyes, and messy hair. Burst balloons, scissors and inappropriate behavior. Waiting, anticipating. Cheap wine and loosened tongues. Orange, doctors, tenants and hills, smells.Stream of Consciousness I4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
We indulge, publicly, inappropriately, insultingly, without care or consideration. Disgusting affection. Tongue, lips, ears, nose.
We indulge in our laughter and words, alcohol and kisses.
Sober, little sleep. Big head phones and bigger suitcases. Coffee, morning, newspapers. White walls and carved tables. Shy kisses, lips, tongue, nose. Good byes, and promises in given
elizabeth essexelizabeth how you taught me these lessonselizabeth essex10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to which i would aptly listen
and how you would always have questions
but i never would chance it
for so long i've tried to encode you a message
oh, how i have been so tempted
but now when i recite this passage
these secrets i must tell then
this casket now you've buried me in
beneath this stone, with rose and emotion
but my heart still beats, though underneath it
and when i die, i'll still be but a reflection, in her eyes
way in the farest heavens
I Never CryI Never Cry10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I Never Cry
It rips my stomach into seventy small pieces whenever you talk about the guy you just met, or your exboyfriends, or some prospective new boyfriends. But most of all, I hate when you talk about how we're best friends. I have enough best friends, why don't you love me?
Wait, I know, is it because I'm bald?
Maybe I stink.
Too dumb, too smart?
Maybe I swear too much.
Maybe I don't act my age, maybe I do.
I think I'm just too friendly. I never cry, but you know, whenever you talk about how good of friends we are, and how you don't know what you'd do without me, I want to.
You like my best friend. He's good lookin
ChristmasThe familiar dread:Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an era of days that never obsolesce,
creatured by clowns with warpainted smiles,
weathering hokums, undressing the exomphalos.
This polysemy is nameless like ugly penetralia
collecting in dimensions across the street, where a man is always leaving
with my life. The whole entire world is such poor theater,
the original atrocity is reenacted without veracity. Will I be
I'll always mourn how the empiricist
inspire some magic, as evidenced
by a thousand future empires
my shower drain.
The gallery fades in and out of their
chase the morning p.2chase the morning p.22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Tara's mind came back into consciousness, her eyes slowly took in her surroundings, she was in her bed. She looked around sensing another presence within the room and saw her dad looking back at her. Tara sat up wondering if he was angry at her for leaving her room.
"Dad?" she squeaked her voice tiny from lack of use, he approached the bed in a fluid motion of steps.
Her father was a tall middle aged man with well defined cheeks bones and worry lines under his eyes. His dark caramel hair was already beginning to gray. Many at work knew him as "ripper", but at home he went by Rupert or Giles.
"Hey that was a close one..." Rupert said wit
Where the Interstate EndsShe watched him from the dark corner of the room. Saw him toss back another shot, the seventh or eighth one that night. She wondered what had driven him here, what demons had taken hold of him and sent him to this dark, dingy little backstreet bar. The coastal town wasn't known for being the best of places, it was the end of the interstate. Everything and everyone got dumped into this little town sooner or later. Including her. She lived for it though, this was her home, she knew the streets like the back of her hand, knew everyone in them. He was new though. Something she hadn't expected. She couldn't place it but a feeling of empathy and coWhere the Interstate Ends4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dismantle.RepairWe're standing in the pouring rain, but I don't think either of us notice it. Its time for goodbye, but neither of us want to leave. Unfortunately, I'm the one going to be doing the leaving. I'm the one who has to say goodbye, why you stay here and continue to live your life, without me. The cab driver is getting impatient. I hailed his yellow cab almost ten minutes ago, and we're still standing here, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the rain. I think you're crying too, but I can't really tell in the darkness and the light from the street-lamps glints off the raindrops on your face so if you're crying, well, its hard to tell. You pulDismantle.Repair4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Forsaken...LostThe Forsaken...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You won't let go
You dare not lose yourself
But you cannot see
That the closer you hold
The tighter you cling
The more you strangle me.
The Long Fall Back to EarthSpinning, glidingThe Long Fall Back to Earth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling so freely
The wind screaming past me
My ears deafened to all sound.
Laying all the weapons down
That I have kept so close to me
I can finally be set free
There is nothing stopping me.
There are no enemies that can stop
This freedom that I have found
This time that has finally
Come within my reach
No longer fleeing
I can finally rest, be at peace
Lay my weary head down
Because home is calling me back.
Pain...Blinding,Pain...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laugh Me a LullabyLay me down and tell a story to take away the frownLaugh Me a Lullaby4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't know comedians had babies
But, your words are infectious as rabies
Giving birth to moments of rare brilliance
Cause if i were, Robbin' "Hood i'd have their millions
Lay me down and tell a story to take away the frown
C'mon my dear, hornin' for some action
Worth the Doe, i'm looking for passion
Cause two wholes take away the fraction
Tell me where the slot is to put my cash in
Do I wrap it up before i put it in deposit
Because i've become leery of keepin it in the closet
Giddy about this money like a teenagers first time
I do know she's after the tip just like her pursed
Life's WayBirds chirpLife's Way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun sets
The stars sparkle
The moon shines
And it all happens before our eyes
Time goes on and life passes by
Life goes on
And so must we
Have to carry on
Like nature running its task
We must too
We all have a purpose
Me and you
We are natures beauty
Its within you
untitled3/10/09untitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I am in the old world
banished from the new
came looking for a legend
a memory I found.
For so old was this world, I find
that none were still around
and quietly, I starred around
then slowly my eyes wept
alone I was to always be
beneath a heart well kept.
Made OfMade Of4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
June 12, 2008
What we're made of, and what comes out.
White blankets that obscure, the purple and lines.
And where do we come from?
What are we made of.
Is it strong or weak, small and unsure.
Strong, brittle and thin.
The colors of a nightmare, white nights and red ghosts.
Where do we come from, what are we made of?
Red that twists and grows, what are we made of...
Past Lying ScalesHello... Marketplace of LifePast Lying Scales4 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Can i buy a line?
You've left hanging
Looking like a thief found out
Why do you judge me?
why are your scales looking so
Could it be?!
True justice lays past lying scales
Remove misguided ideas
Remove the slighted feelings
Eat the orange peelings
And ask... about facades