The Crows of MumbaiThe Crows of MumbaiThe Crows of Mumbai6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The crows tell the story
as the story is told of that day
this way honest as a bone
in the throat
Was everything not just as it was
when, perched in tulip trees
above the street and skipping
from curb to fence, we bawled
our warnings to warn you?
Dark from the sea,
The Unwelcome returns,
we screamed Hear
how you must run
to the shrine of Mumba Devi,
deal her garlands of jasmine
and pink lotus, lay them
at her feet. Were we not crying
all we knew? Hotels will burn;
bodies fall. Do not leave
your room open your door
to no one. And when
your bodies, bloated
burnt, lay down at our beaks
what was left to do?
Starless songbirds, black
against the black of night
we said all we could;
all we wanted you to know.
1984(Parody of "1985" by Bowling For Soup)19848 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Winston hit the wall
He'd never get it all
His whole life's a wreck
Girlfriend's in Pornosec
When the world went to hell
That's when Winston fell
Only been with one woman
What happened to his plan?
He was gonna be somebody
Not his same old self
Maybe join the Inner party
Just as long as he wan't himself
That stupid telescreen
Is now the enemy
Looks at his crappy life
All right since
And their combined goodwill
All the kids
In high school
Spyin' on him 'cause he's uncool
So please give him no more
He's seen lots of rebels
But not one that's this fine
Someone against the party
A girl that pushes the line
She broke her arm one day
And the rest is history
And now that one guy
Is turning 'em over to the Ministry of Love
When was Parsons
A political prisoner
Whatever happened to
In the cafeteri
There are birdsThere are birdsThere are birds7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sky today,
and on the wires
strung over the neighbors pool
two more tidy their feathers,
and at the edge of the lawn,
another half of what seems
an earwig or something
like that hanging
at the corner of her
slender beak her dark eyes
reflecting I dont know
what of this day.
At this distance,
some thirty feet
or more, I cannot tell what
they see, and truth be told
it might be that I
dont much need to know,
since most any other day,
like as not, I
wouldnt even have noticed
them. But today it strikes me,
just so, that there are birds
in the sky today
and that I am seeing that sky
reflected in your eyes.
daisies.'we should be little kids for ever.'daisies.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i'll get married in over alls and have nuts and bolts for my wedding and engagement ring, and honeymoon in a treehouse somewhere and it'll have a sign; nogrownupsallowed .
'why? because everything was so much easier?'
'not easier, just a different kind of difficult.'
Gen 10The two men in lab coats strolled down the long tiled hallway. One continued to make notes while the other stared down his nose at the newest batch.Gen 105 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Professor Redwood, this is what we have so far on Generation ten. After many long years of turmoil, sweat, and blood, it has finally come to fruition. Sir,-"
the man motioned to the many containment units that lined the room. "-we've finally reached one thousand."
Redwood nodded, his face stoic. "Do you remember when they told us we'd never come this far? That we'd never make it?" He took a breath. "That after the fifth, we'd lost our touch. That we'd fall apart. That we'd never be the same as before."
"Indeed, sir. I remember all too well."
"They spat on us."
"It no longer matters, sir. We've made it this far...we've proved them wrong."
For a moment, the two men said nothing. They merely stared unblinkingly ahead at their life's work, all neatly packed into their little containment units...so small....so fragile...
Gaman SuruGrandpa's seven year houji;Gaman Suru6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Grandma asks, Did someone die?
Blue.Blue.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We share the blueberries Mama left for us, the juice staining our fingers and our lips. We eat them with the solidarity that figure skating partners would give their perfect souls for, and in the ecstasy of our union stained with blues and purples like the hues of the skies just before sunset, we are content. It is 1984 and we are barely able to comprehend anything but each other.
"You need friends," Mama whispers with her venom-like breath and her love belied by her lack of understanding. She does not understand. We have friends. We are friends. The simple harmony and the symmetry that breaks only with the soft marring of birthmarks on my inner thighs is more than enough for us. We do not need "others".
The first "other" Jezzie and I turn away is a cousin, a frail, blonde little thing with eyes as dark as a the juice on our hands. With her dark little eyes she watches us as we sit alone on the window bench, wrapped up in the tissue paper world of the peach blossoms outside the
Strangers In The NightThe conifers played the piano the night you died.Strangers In The Night6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On reflection, because of what happened, I expected there to be rain and stricken bolts of lightening. A perfect storm for an imperfect night.
In reality, the sun set in a perfect ball of glowing embers. There was no need for fire, catastrophe would occur that night in many other ways.
Our paths had never crossed before. Or if they had, we never knew it. I hadn't heard your voice, and I didn't know your name. Your voice and your name would never combine to enlighten me that night, nor ever again. The most important moment of your life, and possibly the most memorable of mine tugged us roughly together. You were given me as your human contact. And I imagine now, that I must have looked to you like the ghost you have now become.
There were others around, of course. Somebody dialled three digits and another kept people at a respectable distance. But it was I that you were dealt to preserve your life. I remember scolding you for your timing
'yellow' new picture*'yellow' new picture*12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wrote a song for you
and called it yellow.
stapled it to a blue dream
and planted it beneath the seams
of a turquoise horizon.
i expect it to germinate,
taint the wind with
rose petal'd scents of a
spring that would
bathe you and i till we crouched, shriveld
beneath the sun,
naked and ignored.
my love is the wings span
of a weather butterfly,
it commands the healing
powers of the cosmos,
feeding on the union
of instinct and blood,
mine is the souls's rod,
prodding the shallows of
my goal is to rhyme
with the silences between
your heart's beat,
so we can beat,
unpaused to the gates
and when we reach death,
our ghost sound patterns
will be heard on
will be heard in the mire,
wil be heard where boulders
our sonic-fied essence
will be heard by volcanoes,
erupting liquid light,
and with the might of
our-post heart beats would
ease the fears of fire,
and evapourate magma
to a warm glow...
and it shall be called... yellow.
Cold FeetCold Feet9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without you, my toes are cold. There is
never enough circulation to go around.
My blood just can't seem to find its way.
You are the reason I don't need a blanket
I've always written about you. Metaphorically,
you are my ability to write convincingly
real dialogue, my diction and parts of speech.
You are the reason I always repeat themes.
You are my grammar, my space and burning
brightly dying stars; my emotion. You are my
escape from cold toes and lonely thoughts,
and without you my circulation is lost.
Butterflies with Razor WingsHands Grasped,Butterflies with Razor Wings12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking into you eyes,
Feeling everything that hurts you.
Wondering to your wrist
Touching softly your cuts and brusies,
Where butterflies with razor wings
once pondered the thought
of playing with your arterys.
I pulled you tight to my body,
so you could never let go,
I'll be your anchor to this life,
Your light at the tunnels end.
Holding you to this world,
As the butterflies kiss your wrist,
Kissing you, breathing life
into rosey lips which I'll never let embrace the cold.
Never again shall they taste the nector of your blood
finessing a wing through skin,
Never shall you leave before
all problems are solved
not run from.
My friend, my love
Bid the butterflies Fairwell.
A Real Gothic LolitaThere is a little girl that I know.A Real Gothic Lolita10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never seen her smile.
Every day I find her
Looking beaten from the night before.
Limp black hair frames
A gaunt pale face
That barely holds
Her large, scared eyes.
She slowly runs with tiny feet
She doesn't eat with us,
And she lives off only water.
I think she is twelve,
But her skeleton looks eight.
I do not know
Because she does not speak to me or anyone else.
Her face has never
Seen the daylight.
And when we go outside to play,
She stays indoors
In the bathroom, and
I hear her crying sobs
Echoing off the tiles.
She does not
Wear any mascara.
Her clothes aren't black
Only torn and cheap
Like her soul
Which is my model for the real
There is a little girl that I know.
I have never seen her smile.
Every day I find her,
I feel bad.
But, oh, how beautiful she is.
Sunday MorningsEveryday should be like Sunday,Sunday Mornings10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With your arms wrapped all around me;
Your eyes burning liquid smiles through me,
As we lay, sleepy.
Everyday should be like Sunday,
With music seeping in between us;
Love sleeps, smiling as he dreams us,
And we lay, squeezing.
You may spend your days,
A thousand miles away.
When daylight disappears, I won't have much to say.
You can spend your noontime,
In any way you please.
But promise that you'll save your Sunday mornings just for me.
Everyday should be like Sunday,
With blankets wrestling between our legs;
My heart beating warmly atop your chest,
As we lay, lazy.
Everyday should be like Sunday,
With messy hair and morning eyes;
With no farewells and no goodbyes,
And we lay, spacey.
You might have to say,
I need to leave today.
And in the evenings you might go and run somewhere to play.
At dinnertime you may be inclined,
To leave your hours free.
But promise that you'll save your Sunday mornings just for me.
sometimes surgeons like to kidsometimes surgeons like to kid10 years ago in Open More Like This
Sometimes I cannot sleep.
Earthquakes burrow into sheet fibres,
knees meet the radiator, the chunks clunk
then chip away, like the roller coaster thoughts
that spin around the room.
My head smacks pillows, and I remember
all the faces I scanned today,
up/down; they sighed boredom --
and had eyeballs where mattresses should be.
Fingertips feel sore, they say sorry
for touching you. I only wanted to see
what your heart felt like on the inside
but these hands did not belong
blood-drenched in you. Right then I decided --
I will never go to the dentist ever again.
He compliments my oral hygiene
as he asks me to open wide. It makes me sick
to bear my teeth like coffee cups to the world.
My spit embarrasses me, reminds me
of all the words caught inside my palate
that I could not say.
I had a dream last night. God came to me and said
'eleven thirty and something
will happen'. He showed me you in my room
like it was October, apple blossoms were by the window
and white strips down th
How to Make VillainsWe've already gone over how to make every kind of awesome main character. While main character's have little things to add to their epicness here and there, there's another vital thing that makes them truly great. Something that means more than their weapons or their bravery or they adventures they go on.How to Make Villains6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. Puns Nearly every awesome or memorable villain that has ever been awesome or memorable before has usually made puns at some point. They're not lame or cliche, they're the the universal measure of villain intelligence. The more they're able to come up with puns for any given moment or any given situation, the cleverer they are. That's why you don't see good guys making puns as much. Because they're not evil geniuses. Duh. The villain needs to have a pun ready and loaded for use at any time, any where. If the villain can't do that...well, he's not very clever or evil now, is he?
2. My Plans, Let Me
I Never Wanted Anything...I want to remember you like this...I Never Wanted Anything...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Just like this.)
I'm through with
first glances and
Thanks for just abandoning me,
And all your friends...
Don't worry about me.
You'd cut off all your fingers just for an excuse not to call me.
I've already made my mistakes.
You're my favourite.
Best one I've made yet.
You're cute as hell, and you suckered me right in. sweet. heart.
Taking turns at 40 mi
orangejuice.show me what's inside.orangejuice.6 years ago in Letters More Like This
show me what's beating and beating
against your chest and rebounding
off of mine.
my heart is tucked, hidden behind yours
safe and warm and and and
you stand there and wonder how you got me.
i stand here and wonder how the hell i got you.
and how i can keep you here, next to me.
i write this and know that i can't even come close
to how much you mean to me.
and i should tell you with eight million words
that i love you and you've become my life
and forever can't start soon enough.
and i hope and pray that i can make you
map.oh honey, come here.map.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i'll lie next to you, and curl my fingers under your skin, and count to a million and finally feel safe
it almost makes me laugh; you have permission to wrap your arms around me and hold me together.
really, that's- oh god. that shouldn't be funny.
oh, honey, come here.
we'll make things like new, and make it safe for you to be awayandgrowingup. damnit, it feels like i've missed something. like i've missed that day when you decide to just stop and become.
it's almost funny, how you're the complete opposite of what i fell for(andhurtlikeabitch), and yet i am scared.
i am scared, and i know you better than i know my breaths or knees or spot on my ribs that feels like traintracks. i am scared because honesty is a new new new thing to receive.
oh honey, come here.
so i can match up the parts of you i am missing. i seem to be lacking something vital, and im hopingpraying that you can show me where it's hiding in the dark,
and just kind of help me ho
Guardian AngelOut of my nightmarish life you lifted me,Guardian Angel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying me out of [self]harms way,
Taking me somewhere safe to recover.
You opened my eyes,
With considerable force,
And clamped your hands over my ears,
So I couldn't hear Their lies anymore.
You painted a smile upon my face so often,
That eventually it was stained there,
And never left again.
You kissed my wounds all better,
Fixed my broken heart and mind
You gave me reason,
Gave me truth and removed the falsities
Which had been holding me under for so long.
You gave me wings and taught me how to fly.
Then we both realised,
That you had to go,
You had other peoples lives to save.
We said our goodbyes,
I tried to hug you before you left,
But my arms couldn't get a hold,
Your fingertips started going see-through,
And I watched with understanding
As wings sprouted from your back.
You put your finger to my cheek
And wiped away my tears one last time.
mutein silence youmute7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came to me,
and in silence
did you leave
now it seems
that I have