Weather ManCast iron clouds cascadeWeather Man4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Down like an air raid
The sky is grey like TV static
I raise two fingers like rabbit ears
And try to receive your signal
I can feel my fillings picking up AM radio
The weather carries an uncharacteristic sense of urgency.
The weatherman is screaming.
His voice is hoarse, his breathing shallow.
There is a storm coming.
That lysergic acid rain may fall
And rend my flesh away
Hot and humid as a fever
And the hallucination with it
It is raining sideways now,
The weatherman doesn't tell the wind
Which way it's gonna blow
Distance exaggerated by the damp air,
I am an island today.
I kiss the emptiness where you should be,
But I taste only salt water.
When I told you you made me feel
Like New Orleans in two thousand and three,
I didn't always mean in a good way
A blown away way.
I feel the saline in all my open wounds.
Sharks are strolling down Bourbon Street,
Their dorsal fins indistinguishable from the shore break.
The bodies are floating to the
I BelieveIt's December 21st, 2012 in Montreal.I Believe3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
First thing in the morning,
I look outside my bedroom window and it's snowing.
WAIT – NO!
It's raining again.
It's kind of like this city's friend died,
And it can't decide if it should give the cold shoulder
Or if it should cry.
Walking down the street today is like walking across a beach during summer vacation.
Except the water is sub zero,
And every now and again you'll have white petals knocking on your head,
As if it wants to tell you something.
Our cities are changing.
Not just my home town of Montreal.
A Hurricane reached New York only 2 months ago.
A feat undefeated.
Our cities are heating. Screw whoever says global warming is a myth.
I don't need money hungry politicians telling me what to believe
So that they can continue to throw trash into the ocean
Platonic LoveHave you ever just loved being around someone?Platonic Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talking to them - able to talk about anything
Always wanting to be with them
But not needing their body
Just small touches
Being satisfied by a simple but meaningful hug
A small kiss on the forehead
All you need is to be
To lay there in each others arms
feeling happy and warm - safe
needing nothing more
Or a soft kiss on the forehead
It's so much simpler than a kiss on the lips
Yet it says so much more
It says I love you and need nothing more
Nightmares "I said no!!"Nightmares3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It was still your fault"
"I wanted it to be you...."
I woke up in a panic beads of sweat collecting on my forehead. I sat upright and looked around seeing my room the first rays of sunlight sneaking in through my window. I sniffled and wiped my eyes trying to push away my nightmare. Lucas had been telling me it was my fault... I sighed getting up and splashed cold water on my face trying to calm myself down.
I grabbed my cell phone and was happy to see a poke from Lucas on facebook it meant he was awake. I poked him back before texting him a simple text with only his name and a question mark. I wanted him here, I needed his reassurance.
My phone vibrated and I picked it up tenderly seeing Lucas had replied right away.
I hit reply asking if he could come over for a bit. He agreed and said he'd catch the first bus. I paced around my room waiting as tears fell down my cheeks. I hated how one little thing could break through my barriers and bring
Overworked"Hey Rukia?"Overworked3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The violet-eyed shinigami glanced up from her stack of paperwork.
"I was thinking that we need some new carpet for our bedroom. The stuff that's in there now is old and dirty."
Rukia went back to scribbling signatures.
"So, what do you think?" Ichigo asked, trying to pry a response.
"Well I think new carpeting would be nice." She finally answered.
"So do you want me to order some then?"
"Sure." Rukia said as she hovered over her work.
" ok. Jeez midget, you work too much." Ichigo mumbled as he walked away.
Rukia heard nothing as she continued to tackle her large amount of documents.
Rukia groaned as Ichigo, once again, interrupted her work.
"What?! I'm busy!"
"Rukia, the carpet people are coming in two days and you haven't even touched your things. They're going to need everything off the floor to install the new carpet."
"Ichigo, please just let me finish this!" Rukia moaned while writing on more documents.
Ichigo sighed and walked over to her desk. Ta
poetry.But i love youpoetry.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be there when i die
kiss me one final time
catch me when i fall and bleed
would you even wanna cry
while you watch me slowly die
watching as my blooddrips
rolling off my finger tips
drips onto the floor
more and more
hearing all my bloody cries
watch tears roll from my eyes
gasping for one final breath
pain swells up in my chest
spreading through my arms and legs
but i can still feel pain
i try to regret nothing
but that is so hard to do
when all i hear is
"but i love you"
a tribute to robert frostI have been one acquainted with the night,a tribute to robert frost2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and that has made all the difference.
one aged man--one man--can't keep a house,
but I am done with apple-picking now,
and miles to go before I sleep,
so now and never any different.
"you'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen,
like two kinds of jewels, a vision for thieves-"
can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?
like pearls, and now a silver blade,
and dead wings carried like a paper kite,
nothing gold can stay.
something there is that doesn't love a wall;
truth? a pebble of quartz? for once, then, something.
the clever eyes of my wandering child,
heart not averse to being beguiled.
always searching for souls in the dawn,
but I shall be gone.
No poetryNo poetry was written,No poetry10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
And secret loneliness
All her dreams and fantasies,
Would never come true now.
For she had forsaken them,
Without knowing how.
Remember how happy she was.
She doesn't even know.
The little girl she used to be,
Was forgotten long ago.
Never Let This Go .:11:.The had band practice early because of Mikey's tattoo appointment.Never Let This Go .:11:.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, for a haircut he had to go to the next town because this one didn't have one.
He knew he would have to ask his parents to drive him to his haircut, and he wasn't happy about it.
For now, he would enjoy his time with Annie while getting a tattoo.
Annie held his hand, soothing any nerves he had. She hated needles, so she kept her eyes away from the needle sending ink into Mikey's skin. She kept her gaze at Mikey's face, hands, hair...Anything but his chest.
Mikey didn't seem too bothered by the needle "Having fun?" he teased.
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Yes...But I'm not the one being pricked. Does it not hurt?"
He shook his head slightly. "Well, it does, but when you've been inked like a canvas like I have, you get used to it quicker."
She shivered at the sound of the buzzing needle. "Are you getting it colored in today? Or is that for another day?"
"Well, since most of it is color,
Now You Know My SecretIf I told you my secret,Now You Know My Secret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you promise not to tell?
Could you swear that oath to me
When you glimpse my private hell?
Should I count on your silence
When you learn I can't be saved?
Would you try and fight the secret or
Could you take it to the grave?
Well if I never tell
Then I guess I'll never know,
Though I expect this to counteract
The seeds of trust you sow.
My bones are all decaying,
They no longer work at all,
I've curled in upon myself
Where once I stood so tall.
My brain is now unstable,
All processes impaired,
My thoughts becoming stagnant,
I cannot be repaired.
My sight has been distorted,
My other senses skew,
I'm not looking to be rescued
So please don't misconstrue.
My blood is really acid
Burning through my veins,
Tearing up my insides
And corroding what remains.
My soul is MIA,
My false heart overwrought,
And still there is no sign
Of the emotions I have sought.
There are no more allusions
To the hollowness I feel,
No metaphors or similes
Can capture this ordeal.
DisappearGod, I looked a mess. My hair was flat, dull and dry, not its normal vibrant and shiny state. My eyes looked small, red and puffy, like I hadn't slept in weeks. Actually thats what I felt like. I felt drained withered and tired. No, I had to keep it together. I had to be strong. Not just for me, but for him aswell. "Ginny!". Crap. Mum was calling me down for tea, which would then lead to awkward eye contact and possibly tears. I sighed out my frustration and hauled my seemingly heavy body off my bed. I looked at my clock. 7:30. Three hours since my life had officialy ended. My love life anyway. Three hours since Harry had took me outside, sat me down, and told me the truth I'd been waiting to hear. I could tell this was it due to Hermione's glances at Harry as we left the kitchen. Even though I had been expecting it since Mad-Eye was killed, it still hit me hard. Like my world had fallen apart in the space of a few minutes. It was OK for Ron. He got to be with the one he loved. What, dDisappear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Give a DamnI give a damnI Give a Damn4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That there is still discrimination against love.
I give a damn
That students all over the world are bullied for their sexual orientation.
I give a damn
That when the time comes, I cannot sponsor my partner for citizenship.
I give a damn
That teens would rather commit suicide then face the pain brought on by their loved
I give a damn
That some parents would throw their kids out of the house, just for being gay.
I give a damn,
Because homosexuality is not a choice, and every individual deserves basic human
GoodbyesHarry knew this was coming. He could see the scene now. Shiny tears streaming down her perfect face. Leaving shimmering lines across her pale, flawless skin. He wouldn't be able to look at her. But he knew her well. She would hold his gaze. Challenging him somewhat. She would put her hands on his face and lower his lips to hers. That would make him weak. Thats the things about Ginny, even a small glance causes his heart to swell with love. She had a way of making him forget about what he was going to do when he left her. He couldn't think about that now. He had to say his final goodbyes. He slowly, almost reluctantly, desended the stairs. On his way, he passed Ginny's room. He snuck a glance inside as he remembered how they had talked for hours the other night. Or it could have been the other week. All the days seemed to bleed into each other since Mad-Eye had died. He sighed softly and carried on down the rest of the stairs. As he wandered into the kitchen, he caught sight of HermioneGoodbyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Joker of HeartsPairing: Draco Malfoy/George WeasleyJoker of Hearts4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warnings: kissing, a crime against fashion
Disclaimer: The Harry potter universe belongs to JK Rowling; I make no money from this.
Draco was too lost in his thoughts to realize what section of Diagon Alley he was leading his son through. A sudden blast of calliope music coming out an open door made him jump, and Scorpius dropped his father's hand, running across the street toward the source of the noise as fast as his short legs could carry him.
Number 93 Diagon Alley. The last time Draco'd been there, it was to buy the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder that he'd used against Dumbledore's Army in his sixth year at Hogwarts. He had no desire to go back there, but his son was disappearing through the lime-green door. Amazing. When ordered to go to bed, it took the four-year-old eons to walk down a short hallway. But the sight of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had him moving so fast, Draco didn't even have time to call after hi
An Ode to My CatAn Ode to My Cat4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry my pet,
He cut you open.
But if not for the vet,
You'd have never awoken.
How could I make it up to you,
or even slightly ease your pain?
It's like there's nothing I can do,
My sympathies are in vain.
Still, I hope that you can see,
When you look me in the eye,
Your guardian I'll always be,
For you I'd gladly die.
Joker of Hearts, Part 3Rating: PG Very mild suggestiveness--not enough to merit a Mature Content warning.Joker of Hearts, Part 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warnings: kissing, Scorpius being adorable and bratty
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter uinverse belongs to JK Rowling, and I make no money from this.
George stepped out of the green flames and into the Malfoy Manor drawing room. He looked around, taking in the enormous table, the family portraits going back centuries, the way the flickering candles in the chandelier cast little rainbows around the room... and the dozens of toys strewn all over the floor. Draco, who'd been sitting on a brocade-covered loveseat in front of the fireplace, stood up as a smile lit his face. George greeted him with an embrace and a kiss that was interrupted by a small body squirming between them.
"Me, too," Scorpius demanded.
"You're awfully bossy for a monkey," George said as he hunkered down to hug the boy. Gertie/Aubriana, who was perched on Scorpius' shoulder as usual, squeaked a happy greeting.
BleedingI am no immortalBleeding3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mortality stares me in the face
Like an oncoming train
So who's to blame
Me for dragging the blade
Down my vein
One day it'll rain
And wash away all the pain
Leaving just the suffering
Destroy something beautiful
The fight club of my life
I am Jack's desire for depression
The loneliness makes me feel unique
I am an individual
I am not a unique snowflake
I am like everyone else
Stop lying to myself
But I feel like it helps
When I feel overwhelmed
To submit to this self
The cutting of meat
So tender its sweet
For that moment when you bleed
It's all I need
Not the sting or the ache
But the reminder that I'm dying on the inside
And no matter how I try I'll always just find
Another pain to comfort me
So take my hand
Let's walk the tracks
And don't look back
And when you hear the whistle
Don't listen as it approaches
You might change your mind
And the metal tears down the line
moondust.we live in a world where our lungs are black and outlined with angry streaks of red. we plant diseases and destruction in the holes of our stomachs and watch them grow they shoot up fast and clog up our throats with ashy leaves.moondust.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our fingernails are ripped, jagged edges digging into pale skin and leaving white hot lines in their wake. our wings are crumpled, feathers bent and pressing into the expanse of our backs they're the weights on our shoulders, and there's no space left for anything else.
your tongue is cracked and so is mine. words no longer form, sounds no longer rise. dreams and wishes fall into the cracks as nightmares rush past them out into the open. that breathtaking sequel to life you were hoping for no longer exists we are now aimless, hopeless, and craving for sin.
we swallow moons and exhale moondust; we stray from orbits and into vacuums. but all we ever wanted were the touch of lightly powdered lips against our flesh.
Where Dreamers Go To DieStocking shelves with ketchup like old men stock wine cellars,Where Dreamers Go To Die4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fondly remembering good friends with each bottle slid into place,
Fondly remembering their wives and their children,
Fondly remembering their funerals.
It's hard to say why I feel the way I do.
Most likely an overreaction -
The only type I seem to have as of late.
It's as if this place is an affirmation of all my fears,
With dirty plates and clinking cutlery,
With fake smiles and false laughter,
With the way that,
When that uniform is donned on,
I cease to be human,
And I commence life as a living machine.
This is the cage in which I'll be trapped if my aspirations fall flat.
This is the place dreamers go to die.
Forever Loving YouForever Loving You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pounding of my heart, so ominously increasing. My ragged breathing hitched and crazed, my eyes frightened and skittering searching for freedom. If only I could get to the window that seemed to be miles away. What was stopping me? My daughter that huddles underground so small and delicate. All my fault, the bruises that scar her body, all my fault.
All because I'd said yes, to a man who had made all my dreams come true, or so I'd thought. All because I'd allowed myself to be deceived by his soul encasing blue eyes. All because I'd trusted him. My husband who now held me captive as his toy. The man I had fallen in love with, made a child with no longer remained.
All that remained was a stranger who's anger and jealousy had driven him to become a blood thirsty killer.
All because I had gone out without telling him and come back with my dress torn as though I had given myself to another. He knew how much I loved him yet he didn't trust me. I'd tripped in my heels and the material had g
Church of ChoiceA christian I was born and raisedChurch of Choice6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
Telling good from evil
ain't the pattern of my life,
now I have seen what we will
accomplish with white lies.
A christian I was born and raised
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
I now spend my whole life reaching
for what I will never be,
but I live for learning & teaching,
for the journey to a dream.
And all their trying, all their preaching
will not stop me being me.
CoffeeI like my coffee dangerousCoffee3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silky brown with a twist
Hot to the touch
And foreign blended
I dip my finger in
Still too hot
Touch it to my lips
Burned as expected
Beautiful and strange
The taste different
Unlike any other
Like silk upon skin
Memories of heat
A cup of ecstasy
Strong and perilous
Keeps me up all night
Put it down
A wicked game
By too many
The Players' EpilogueSUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER X: That was all very well, of course; exceedingly tragic, you know, positively heart-wrenchingThe Players' Epilogue7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER Y: I wouldnt go that far.
X: But what about us? I mean, what are we, pond scum or something?
Y: I do believe were the comic relief.
X: No farewell speech, no rending cry of pain at the end of lifenothing but a snicker from that brat of a protagonist in celebration of his infinite cleverness at having our poor heads whacked off instead of his own. He, of course, gets two pages of script on which to elaborate. And what do we get? Diddly. As usual.
Y: I would have been happy with a short monologue. You know, earlier on.
X: (Sighing.) But, alas, it could only have been a dialogue of sorts. For we are but Siamese twins in this grand play of life. Where one goes, the other must follow closely on. What one says, the other must echo in due fashion.
Y: Siamese twins? But were
X: I was being metaphorical
kissing a ghostbend.kissing a ghost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a
inhaled a shooting
it was a falling
like kissing a ghost
in the parking
lot in the
you said darling i
won't be here
just long enough
to make you love
sunrise dim on
the horizon, blur
ring the li(n)es -
there is the present
and there is the
future but the
past is merely
and the sun
it is strong it
is bright it is
scorching my moon-
my lungs burning
like kissing a ghost
blazing fire blazing
soul, suspended in
m i d a i r
and you whisper
darling, i won't be
just long enough
to make you