The Overmind Grows“Need to stop worrying about the things I can’t control…”The Overmind Grows2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of music wafted through the club, the occupants dancing as black and white images danced along the massive screen that took up one of the walls of the club. The club was packed, people lining up for hours to be a part of this grand event, one that had been many weeks coming.
The Hadron was re-opening, with a new manager and a new look.
The vibrant, round club was illuminating the area with neon lighting, lining the beautiful black floors, tiles, bars, and attire of many of the workers. The entire place buzzed with a new breed of activity, the past feeling of claustrophobic mayhem replace with a new, refined energy of a bee hive. The workers of the club moved with amazing efficiency, their simple black attire almost invisible as they swept past people in the way wind blows by: unseen, but their presence was known. The dance floor, with its new hexagonal design, was striking, reds and yellows and
A Chemist Walked Into A Bar...And yelled at the bartender,A Chemist Walked Into A Bar...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
GIMME ALL THE C2H5OH YOU GOT!!
cameoYou would always laugh when I would mention that my profilecameo4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
would make an awful cameo necklace. My face would wrinkle
with doubt and it would make you laugh harder and you would
mock my every agitated movement like a five year old and I
couldn't escape you like I can't escape my own reflection and
you loved that.
Presently, I am washing dishes like a feminist. With my hair
untied and resentful, I pick up spoons and measuring cups and
bowls and forks all covered in food and I hate that. The remnants
of some oral delight and here I am watching the water bloat
porous foods like it's made a bad life choice.
I pick up a spatula and I think I see you through the blinds. Your
mouth unfolds into a smile as my body unfolds over the sink so
I can adjust my eyes through the plastic shutters. I tap on the
glass. You laugh at me and I tear the blinds from the top of
the window like a passionate idiot. With my feet in the sink,
I press myself against the glass with hopes of falling through.
3your words build up,34 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nesting in my tonsils
with the charming intensity
of labor contractions
-let them curdle like
milk in the craters of
my most secret teeth.
i only know you by the
tide of your breathing,
like tortured mahogany against my
and the thought of you two years
ago excites me, so don't let
the holes in your eyes
like oedipus ruin
that for me.
1when I wake up with14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers inevitably
tracing the lining of
like and repulsively
organic),I find my
with words and
pull out apolo
gies one by
when they are in my hands
and tangible and covered
in cathartic saliva,
I can quietly breathe
"I was never sorry,"
and not choke because
truth is always more
delightful the second
Smells in stairwells:Today, the elevator didn't work. It wasn't brokenSmells in stairwells:3 years ago in Letters More Like This
or anything, there were some men downstairs that
had big carpet cleaners, and they were holding up
the elevator. So I stood and I pressed the button
a couple of times and maybe I said a curse word
and then I turned for the big red door that
gave birth to stairs.
The building only has six floors, and I was on the
sixth, not that this matters, it's only six floors.
I just thought it would be interesting to tell you
that I was at that top. Which then again, isn't so
interesting because it's just six floors, but it's
something to be on top, isn't it?
I'm not sure what I look like walking down stairs,
probably not much because I'm no dancer (but I like
to) and I'm no lightly hoofed animal (that would be
okay). But I went down the stairs pretty quickly,
and anyway, graceful for me I guess. My mind was
pretty blank and I was probably humming that song
that I've been playing nonstop for weeks or
thinking about food or something until
Anything bittenAnything bitten is swollenlyAnything bitten4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
simple, gutted like the alley
where your imagined arm is.
So many poems about the wind-
so many yous I am no longer me-
if I believed myself
inhaling would seem absolute,
I am not passively wailing
in excessive syllables to
only know how tantalizing
a comma can be.
hesitating under the world's
monarchsI am troubled with the opaque nothingnessmonarchs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that has decided to(with all but his sad
shaped hat and curious shrieking plaid tr
ousers)choose the seat beside me, stale w
ith pigeons that have no destination, ree
king of amity and all his clever friends.
I am forced to expose my neck, shrug twi
ce and not thrice, and eloquently explain
that I am a string of fuck yous with one
bulb burnt out. I also must explain the
delicate lace in the pit of my stomach,
the hidden worlds wrapped around your ir
ises, and most of all, the feeling of c
atching a butterfly within your palms.
Newspaper crinkles with the silence of
potholes and smug coughing as I stare
into the palms of my hands; somewhere,
there is hope in between my fingers
like bags filled with tissue pap
er. Somewhere, you are sleep
ing with wings writhing in
your teeth and in your ha
ir. Somewhere, I know
the feeling of
As he nodded I created violets
in the lifeless smudge on the
Disappointment is uninspiring.
Petting Myself with Grief>> Sometimes, you just need to die...Petting Myself with Grief3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a nibit, you know?
It's stall lit takes in times slyke ease,
where you sl-weep yourself back in your chair,
set off a grave flare and stare with an ossuary-glare,
maybe even swerve rare-
-hand eye swhair...
...with the humount of shrewgaze I've shawled myself with over the years
that my brain's sprouted muddied cotton spore ears
similard to that of a 90's punctured hassock
and gauzed in the crèmnants of Kevin Shields' parka jacket...
...but high honed care, so, slow sew dive then:
let's catch the breeze all loafer rugain, with some chimes,
(when you just knead to die...)
butter urm, justab penprick this time
ab libitum, 4The clandestine small of your back throbbed with the rhythm of feet that are unsure of theirab libitum, 44 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
destination- reality hot on your tongue, the kind of hot that makes it flail, forgetting
that it's a tongue, forgetting how to taste. When your face feels as though it
could slip right off of the ivory mystery that is your skull, don't hesitate
to breathe. Don't forget to breathe, don't forget that you're
nothing. Writhe while your heart expands, engorged with
your own imagination - his chest, nothing forever,
an eternity that ends with its beginning.
Sunken into your lungs is the floor,
you can live now, they always
were outside of you- an out
of human experience where
your body simply leaves
you, and what is left
but quotes by
the netI'm rot.the net5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was sliced at the gill,
thrown near the rocks
under sun and flies.
Flesh exposed, a little girl with no t shirt on.
Dead amongst scavengers.
lost my armor all scattered like
and soaked into the stone.
Swam into the net.
Thought it would get me there fast.
Everyone Screams, When The Little Girl Dreams.Everyone Screams, When The Little Girl Dreams.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyone screams when the little girl dreams.
The world turns to black when the children play tick tack.
The siren will call, and it will be heard by all.
There is a silence unknown, to those who are unshown.
It will take your heart, and rip your soul apart.
Everyone screams when the little girl dreams...
The man with a rotten face, will put you in your place.
The girl with a knife is quick to end your life.
The snow will fall, and the children will play, we shall.
People will leave, no one shall breathe.
Everyone screams when the little girl dreams... of Silent Hill.
WharfIWharf7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Barraged by the churnings of Poseidon, atop a scattering of dark, wet, obsidian rocks with seaweed and algae clinging to them stood a small house. The small amount of grass on the island, only a hundred yards or so from the shore, was pitiful; it was brown, ever in autumn. The house was humble; it was built from scraps and driftwood, parts of ships that had washed ashore were part of the eclectic make-up of the small house.
The rocks came down at an angle, and made a gentle ramp that had been turned into a makeshift boardwalk down to a dock. The dock was scattered by fish skeletons, seabird droppings, ropes, buoys, broken lobster traps, and fishing knives stabbed into some of the pilings. The grey wood of the wharf and boardwalk matched that of the house; it was weatherworn, full of salt and sweat, but sturdy and stubborn as the man that had built his house on the island.
The rest of the fishermen knew little of him; he was quiet, respectful, and never quarreled with others over whos
,"am i allowed toThe best thing about you is that,"am i allowed to3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know how I got here and
I've never been more happy
to treat words politely.
O, writing, you are a
but when he kissed me
it was like inhaling
after having your
head held under
and the electric inside
of me made a new
What Mental Illness Feels LikeIt feels like you're a prisonerWhat Mental Illness Feels Like6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your own mind
Holding you hands up to your
Looking glass eyes
But not able to escape
It feels like being close to yourself
All the time
But not knowing who you are
Wanting to get close to others
But terrified of letting them in
It feels like wanting to kill all your emotions
So you don't hurt anymore
It feels like the physical pain you cause yourself
Just to kill all the pain
You hold buried inside
It feels like starving your body
Because you feel like a bad person
And like you need to be punished
For all the things you've done - past and present
That those around you say weren't your fault anyway
It feels like memories
Haunting and teasing you
Always there, and never going away
All the things they did to you
And the way they made you feel
It feels like fear
Fear that this is all you'll ever know
That all hope is lost for you
And people will give up
And label you something you're not
It feels like being free
Finally finding someone else
Autumn Fire (Change of Season) I feel the change of seasonAutumn Fire (Change of Season)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this autumn fire
the nights getting longer
the impending darkness
this cold breath down my neck.
But I am aflame and
burning with passsion
to a degree that it
almost consumes me.
Memories and dreams
the future and the past
they are merging
in a round-dance of autumn leaves
in the yellow light of street lamps
or in the dim grayness of
one drizzly September day.
I am day dreaming
and the world around me becomes
like the surface of a pond
into which I dip my finger
and suddenly the whole picture
starts to ripple and disperse
and the voices of people talking to me are muted
and I hear something else.
The veil is thinni
One Bleak TryAnd so when it is that you are sat in the shambled edifice of your own devisingOne Bleak Try6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laying inert and defeated amid your sallow thighs your flaccid scepter
And the excrement your fundament has loosed gone petrified about your shivering buttocks
The stench of putrescence boiling aloft to nostrils ruined and grown with wires
With your final energies running forth from your tongue in beads of slime
Raise up and go, be hauled erect upon frayed bones to crawl over cold earth
And through zones of desolation where the stillness is yet colder
To that sweet wellspring of your youth thought to forever trickle and gush
With waters giving, forming, birthing and forced upon your crown
Those signals emerged from out the boundless void in the maw of infinity
Within the dry creekbed are the bones of foxes, possums, mongrels
And the spring is cracked and crumbling, a gaped sphincter coughing dust
Into it you'd bleed every sanguine drop and spray the silver worms of your inspiration
To coax from the sapient
and to know you,noone,"You smell like sleep and Iand to know you,noone,"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't believe in anything;
dreams like fat caterpillars
unhungry with metamorphosis.
Malingerer at the streamI am a malingerer at the stream, looking downwater toward great dark edifices riding the horizon built of rotted blood and paper and cheap faded ink and ancient helmets each with patterns carved to denote the madness of the hand that chiseled it. Things like bats with mouths pried gaping like a horn bell to assault all with clotheshanger hooks extended from leathery mits. Tell me the answer you who are a mobile weight. My hands cupped above the current, pools of silver ivory semen in my palms. An abuser of the gift and waster. My desperate bile forced from dank inner regions of my guts to poison the stream, my excrement. Thats what I am and I'm every clown. All men become the joke of their wants and a parody of childhood yearnings. I can see the godawful fantasies like a mirage against the infernal sky. I can see each watery eyed girl formed into a clot of sneezing flies. Still they smile and I cannot contain the juice in me. Flung over their lightless carnelian eyes incised with the hMalingerer at the stream6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Tale of the Evil EyeThe Tale of theThe Tale of the Evil Eye4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deep inside myself, I smiled with glee as the ray of light struck my single open eye. Though normal sight was denied me, I could sense things beyond the ken of mere mortals and I knew that this fateful light spelled an end to my earthly torments. My careful sowing of madness' seeds in my hapless young assistant was about to bear fruit in my death.
My evil saga had begun many years before. I was born the second son of minor nobility, the Earl of _________. Dear father had squandered most of the family fortune, and my older brother was fast consuming the remainder. My poor mother surrendered to despair shortly after my birth, and I was left alone with these two wastrels. As soon as I turned eighteen, I took to His Majesty's service to escape my wretched home.
In 1780, I turned twenty-one and was posted to India as a junior officer. I was a green fool, and
OmenThrough the shadows, I cant seeOmen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the growing cracks in the corner
where one wall is falling away from another.
I cant see anything; my eyes are closed.
The dog moans. His sound is long, gloomy
and ominous, with a shallow intelligence
I seem to have forgotten. My left eye
twitches as it echoes up at me,
wedging between my dreams.
My spine curves toward you. I breathe.
I pause in the shower, wondering
why it seemed so natural. In my numbness,
my wrist had brushed your throat. So why,
had I thought about choking you? Twice,
I blink. At the pull of the curtain, I see him
smiling calmy at my feet. His tail
rests on the tile; his tail never rests.
This morning, you were hurried. I regret
letting you go without a kiss, and worry.
QuinnQuinn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our arms reach out, as to wave goodbye.
Our hands vanish, collapse to our sides.
A soft-spoken tear reaches the eye,
Makes way to the heart,
To touch our state of mind.
Confessions lead to mysteries,
Only our heart can intertwine.
Love, we cannot find.
As you search for your prop,
A question has begin to rise.
For what tradgedy has happened,
For what loss have we felt,
The pain is nothing,
The numb we'll soon find.