Tale of horror
The girl who never spoke a word
died along the road one day.
A sparrow flitted about
anxious yet eager to tell her tale to any who gave her corpse a passing glance.
It was deep winter thus the cold preserved her pretty little face and lithe body.
Many passed her by in the course of several days.
Lawyers and doctors.
Dreamers and poets.
Mourners and parishioners.
Knights and kings.
Sorcerers and specters.
Clergy and scholars.
But none bothered to look beyond the glistening snow banks.
The tiny bird's heart nearly broke
so he flew out one day to a young man with a straggly beard.
"Sir, sir do you care to hear the story of the dead?"
But the man merely swatted him away and carried on down the path.
And so the sparrow did this again but instead to a lady with elegant ribbons strewn through her hair.
"Madam, miss? Will you listen to a frighteningly lovely story rivaling all of the past?"
And she stared down at the little winged creature tears pooling before she rushed away.
The bird exhaust
Letter to the PresidentDear Mr.President,Letter to the President5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can we talk today?
I saw you crying the other day
while everyone else was turned away.
I guess you can say I'm just a lowly custodian.
So standing here between the garbage cans
head full of questions
I'll try to write this with honesty.
I used to dream of a female president
coming to be one of these days
regal and elegant
beautiful in the most unconventional ways
intelligent and hard working
didn't lie and cheat her way in
with a vision to change the world
but dear Mr.President
the way I see life going I guess its a foolish dream
because all the little girls who wanted to be that lady
now want to be singers dressed provocatively
now want to be actresses on the front of magazines
pretending to be ignorant to get in a better position in the corporate world.
How many are now living unhappily?
When did little ones stop wanting to be fairies and princesses,
vets and doctors,
or even lawyers and day dreamers?
Dear Mr.President what are we teaching to them
if such beautiful
Unrequited LoveUnrequited Love4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Some act as if it should be daggers through your heart
for the one you love to pine after another
even if you never been together.
Darling if you fancy the moon and the stars more than you'd ever love me
if the dreams and hopes of folly and life encapture you more than any word I could ever say
then as long as your happy I'll take my leave.
This path is long and winding
we shall see each other often enough
while you flitter in out with the butterflies and lamps of your life.
But as long as your laughing or there's a grin splayed across your face.
Then be happy and waltz that dance only you truly know
and if you cry bitter tears of mourning or heart break
call out to the path you so wander
and from my side of the road I shall hear you
and there I will run to be your friend and gentle crutch.
We shall carry each other until you can walk without any aid.
And when you rush off to another direction.
Know softly I whisper your name like a prayer of hope for you
before I go off and continue o
LoveLove5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw Love on the road
her long hair gathered in strands
her youthful face some what distraught
I greeted her before inquiring what was wrong
Young one she whispered who deserves love?
I thought back on what I was taught
No one I replied.
Huge amber orbs pooled with blue gazed into mine.
Who then needs love?
I looked to the mountains and the sea
I glimpsed the birds and the trees
I saw a man walking with his son
a woman kissing a lady
and in the rain teens laughing, dancing crazily wearing the strangest things
I replied fairly certain.
And that is when Love grasped my hand her skin warm and cool startled me.
Come she said pulling me toward an unknown path.
Where are we going?
She would not reply we ran through fields
and flew through clouds
she then turned back to me.
From where do you speak?
My heart and mind I instantly replied.
This would not be sufficient for others of your kind have you asked God?
Glancing passed her I saw a rainbow in the place where rain was before.
Condemned Now here the call,Condemned5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All you Condemned!
It would never be enoughI could stare at your sleeping face for hours and never get tired.It would never be enough5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I could lay in your arms always and I would never get bored.
I could bathe in your warmth for eternity and it would never be too hot.
I could love you forever and it would never be enough.
You are so deep in my skin; I feel your presence when you come near.
My whole body wishes to be beside you.
And when it is, to be closer still.
You are in my every thought. My every dream.
Why is it like this?
There have been others.
And to be perfectly and utterly honest, more than I can count.
It's just you.
I can't get you out of my mind and I never want to!
Because I love you. And I would never stop.
I will love you forever and even forever is not long enough.
I guess...I guess I'm one of the lucky onesI guess...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't get picked on for who I am
I guess I'm one of the fortunate ones
I've never lost a friend because of it
I guess I'm one of the blessed ones
I have no worries of getting jumped or beat up
I guess I'm one of the charmed ones
People who know me don't look at me any differently
I guess I'm one of the favored ones
No one is bothered by the fact I'm a little different then they
I guess I'm one of the happy ones
I can walk around with guys and look at girls while walking around with girls and look at guys
I guess I'm one of the holding aces
My friends know I'm not doing it to be popular
But I guess I'm just like everyone else
Because when I c a m e o u t
I lost what meant the most to me:
M y f a m i l y
ChainsChainsChains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A girl of 11
she is confused
for she has been brought up
to belive this was wrong
but yet here she was
kissing her first girlfriend
for the first time
At home she cries her self to sleep
knowing what her mother would do to her
not only would her wings be cut
but her spirit would be smothered
A year passes of confusion and worrying
a year of secrets
she was sick of it
she tells her mom at the age of 12
she is slapped for the first time
possessions taken away
friends are now suspects
she is now cast in chains
but she fights through it for the girl she loved
that girl breaks her heart
cheats on her
with her best friend
Now she has no hope
her fighting sceses
her will has been broken
at the age of 13
the chains are loosened enough
she breaks away for if only a day
returns with her will some what replenished
Mother full of scorn
suspects her friends touched her
they did not
the mother would not listen
more chains for her
school befcomes tougher
no more friends
every one beliv
Ivan's truthIvan's truth5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Toris slowly and carefully stroked the ornate chair with a cloth. Cleaning wasn't very exciting, but it gave him a moment's peace. Going through the familiar actions again and again, it was soothing. And, living with Ivan, he needed whatever comfort he could get.
"Toris." Spoke a deep voice that was all too familiar. Toris froze.
Speak of the devil . then again, perhaps Ivan was the devil. A frozen, childlike devil. He was certainly cruel enough. But delving in those thoughts would make him defiant, and defiance was never a wise choice. Defiance brought pain. He had learned that lesson very, very well.
"I have a task for you. By tomorrow, I want you to write three words. Just three. Two of them must be 'Ivan is'. I want you to be honest. No matter what, be honest."
Toris was shocked. This was not like Ivan's usual demands. Ivan is what?
Toris was exasperated. This little assignment was harder than his usual labors. At least, when it was physical work, he knew wha
AliveI love being with you.Alive5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love holding you.
I love listening your voice and your laughter.
I love how you get all flustered when I tell you "I love you".
I love when you hold me and don't let go.
I love when you're happy.
I love loving you,
because it makes me feel so Alive.
Ivan- BrotherIvan- Brother5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ivan gazed wistfully at the brown, dead petals. Useless. His gloomy thoughts were interrupted by a cheery commotion at the door. Toris had walked in, Ivan's bright and slightly wild neighbor and friend. Ukraine was perched on his shoulders, and Belarus gripped his hand, pulling him down to whisper excitedly in his ear. Toris walked up to Ivan and ruffled the slightly smaller nation's hair.
"Sveikas, Vanya!" he said. "Hello, Liet." murmured Ivan. Toris' face grew concerned. "But why so sad little Vanya? Did your sunflowers die again?" Ivan only nodded. "Well then I suppose we shall have to plant new ones, won't we? I'll tell you what. As soon as I get home, I will plant some, just for you, okay?" Despite himself, a small smile quivered on Ivan's lips. "Thanks Toris." "It's my pleasure. You guys are practically family."
"Ivan, you look sad again." The two nations sat cross legged across from each other. "It's been getting worse Toris. General Winter's always been around I guess, but
trans.she had burgundy locks that appeared bedraggled yet vivacious and flocculent, matching her sanguine cheeks. large, masculine hands which were soso venerable yet soso elegant and an aura of vulnerability yet unwavering power.trans.5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
her eyes were almost ebony. deep, dark but entrancing; worthy of admiration and envy.
her face was an image of (im)perfection. blue lips, tragic smile and porcelain skin. everything - all the tears, vexation, suffering - concealed yet emphasized within a convincing and immaculate mask.
once it was removed, (s)he was still beautiful.
When you have need of it.When you have need of it.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear Mr. Australia,
If you found this time has dwindled hasn't it? I'm sure you already know but...This is about my dear Mr.Jones the one I launder for and laugh with on cool Sunday morns. It isn't a surprise this letter like a momento long since lost waiting to reappear when you least have need of it. But we both know I can't always be here isn't that the melancholy of life? He wants us both but he'll pick you the desert rose over the rue and that is fine for I'll always love you both my friends. Just please don't let our memories become dusty rotting tomes.
Dear Mr. Australia,
Take care of Mr.Jones he likes horror movies only so someone can hold his hand. Or when he screams of horror from troubled slumber he likes you to lay next to him whispering honey words of comfort. Such as tales of fairies or of heroes. Listen to these ginger words I only have so long before I am like the wind. Gone and not heard from again until the grains of time slow for just an instant so I can whisper hope
Love me"I love you."Love me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me that Mom.
"Remember that I'll always love you, no matter what."
Will you really?
Will you love me when I pierce my ears five times each?
Will you love me when I turn my nails black.
Will you love me when I bring my girlfriend home?
When I clutch her hand,
Shielding and being shielded from that sudden coldness.
Will you love me when
On my first summer home from college
I bring home my boyfriend and my girlfriend
Standing between them
My piercings chiming in the wind,
My tattoo looks at you
Eyes as cold as yours.
No, you turned away.
When I held my daughter,
Progeny of my girlfriend and husband,
You weren't there to see me whisper
"I love you baby and I'll always love you."
And I will keep that promise.
Because you hurt me when you broke yours
Because I am different
Because I love her.
As a ChildI understand "achingly beautiful."As a Child5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I understand loving so much it hurts.
I understand why people get married.
I understand why people have children.
I understand starting a family.
I understand laying down your life for someone.
I understand being despised.
I understand the dispossessed.
I understand sorrow.
I understand depression.
I understand helplessness.
I understand sadness.
I understand longing.
I understand happy tears.
I understand the comfort of a touch.
I understand distraction.
I understand secret smiles.
I understand intimacy.
When I was a child
I spake as a child,
I understood as a child,
I thought as a child.
When I became alive,
I put away childish things.
I'll beI'll be a lover when you want itI'll be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be a best friend when you need one
I'll be a voice on the other end of the line when you just want to talk
I'll be a shoulder to cry on when life is too much
I'll be a pillar of strength when the worst happens
I'll be a smiling face when you are down
I'll be a bar of chocolate at that time of the month
I'll be a cup of coccoa on a winter day
I'll be a glass of ice water in the summertime
I'll be a valentine in febuary
But most importantly...
I'll be there
Deadliest Welcome"The Sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead"Deadliest Welcome5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you would lead your life sharply, and fear nothing,
If you need to be loved, no matter what,
If you need safety and security
If you need a sancutary
Welcome to my world
I will protect you
I will love you
I will laugh with you
I will lead you
I will follow you
I will never fear
Stay as long as you need
I am your sanctuary
Because someone offered me a haven when I needed it most,
NOw I offer the world.
I do not fear love, whatever its form,
So embrace me.
Envy is a Dangerous WordHigh school can be difficult.Envy is a Dangerous Word5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cliques and cliches,
and the pressure.
Oh, the pressure.
to have sex,
to fit in,
to know your direction in life.
Everyone around me as well as I are experiencing them. Yet, I stand alone, left to battle solo with another pressure.
The pressure to come out.
Walk straight on out of the closet, into an unforgiving world consisting of
and secret sneers.
I envy those who are not faced with this dilemma. I envy those who do not have to keep secrets and love behind closed doors. Most of all, I envy him.
He, who has her.
He, who can wrap an arm around her waist, freely.
He, who can kiss her, any time he desires to do so.
He, who holds her precious heart.
And I, who never will.
Her PerfumeShe bites my lip, bites her ownHer Perfume4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there's something glorious about her
and the careless, controlled caress of her palms
I kiss the freckles, paled by maturity
beneath her autumn-eyes
and she smiles, oh God, she smiles.
I inhale the heady scent of her throat,
cigarettes and spice and that perfumed mist
she keeps in a vial of absynthe-green
beside the bed.
I wish my skin would melt
so that I could crawl into hers
and feel her pulse more clearly against my soul
I wonder how to explain this to her,
this dark-bright drowning in flames
like rough velvet
but I've lost my reason long ago
Instead, I stutter an incoherancy and she
she smiles, oh God, she smiles.
I knew she'd understand.
are you in the right place?iare you in the right place?5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
apart some thing
i want to be a part of something
Toris- FaithToris- Faith5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Toris lay back on the grass. He could here the sounds of the other nations, laughing, playing. The sun was warm and bright. If he closed his eyes, it was just like being back in the past, lying in the golden brown fields, the blissful sunlight, the smell of the sweet meadow grass, the old lullabies of the rivers .
His daydreaming was cut off by the cheery voice of Alfred. There was a soft plop as Al sat near Toris on the grass.
"Hello Alfred." Toris murmured without opening his eyes.
"It's really great to see you again. It's been too long. What's this?"
Toris sat up, gazing sadly at the little trinket that hung around his neck. The bit of amber glowed as the sun's rays pierced it.
"Oh that? It's just a cross." A replacement for the one he had lost so long ago.
"Hmph." replied Alfred, not seeming to notice Toris' expression. "Feliks tells me you worship a bit differently." Toris allowed himself a small laugh.
"He would know. But then again, I do everything a littl
The Perfect PoemI wish I could write the perfect poem.The Perfect Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could find the words to unfold my mind into a landscape the world could climb inside
I wish I could spill all the light in my eyes like pigments into syllables like water and use them to paint my feelings
I wish I could photograph myself in ink, all of me, down to the hopefearexcitementconfusion fluttering under my skin
I wish I knew the words to make you looklistenunderstand
The words that would let my puzzle piece self slip, click, fit, into this picture
of ten thousand years of footsteps marching towards NOW
(which is ---?)
But my lines change length like days jumbled in my memory
and I still can't find a guaranteed way to recognize an epiphany
from low blood pressure blood sugar pressure changes dopamine
(but that's all quite miraculous when you think about it, isn't it?
neurones firing, planets spinning, numbers too big too small to fit inside your/my head - so many zeroes! -
an idea that gives and sustains
temporary as a univer