StormI feel the thunder, rolling in my bones.Storm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lightning glitters in my eyes.
The rain pounds against my ear drums like a soft summer beat.
I feel the storm, rushing towards me,
The static in the air, warning me,
The dark color of the clouds, inviting me.
A storm is coming; I feel it near with every breath.
Its tempest rages in my body, but it brings me calm.
The anger of the heavens shakes my windows, and whips my hair.
The rain drops fall, a pitter patter by my feet on the wooden floor.
The thunder rumbles, and my body vibrates with its power.
The lightning crashes, and it flashes in my eyes, my blood.
I am the storm. The storm is mine.
Nature, crashing at my front door, as far as the eye can see,
My body is at peace.
if you need...if you need a hug, come see meif you need...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you need a kind word, come talk to me
if you need a shoulder to cry on, i will be there
if you need a Rock, you have found one
if you need safe harbor, i am that cove
if you need a friend...so do i
Cold and WetLaying on the cold shower floor,Cold and Wet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Water dribbling over her naked body,
Tears streaming from her bloodshot eyes,
And all she wanted to do was die.
My Drug of ChoiceMy Drug of Choice5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I write to hear the praise
I want to hear my name spread far amongst the land
I want people to love me
I crave the love they give, for I can not create my own
So I spin another tale
A story to be loved. A story to be treasured
I free it to the world
I prepare for the affection, but something is amiss
All I hear is silence
No one's come to praise me no one's come to love
I write until I ache
Blood mixes with ink, this time I cannot fail
But still I hear just calm
I will not be ignored! I will have my voice heard!
Anger soon consumes me
My words are chicken scratch. Spite that's never known
My voice is all but gone
I lay my head to table. And cry until I drown
Our Psychotic Dance of LoveEvery sight of you sends me over the edge.Our Psychotic Dance of Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[I'm addicted to you.]
You're like a pill.
[That I keep swallowing.]
Constantly, you seem to draw me in.
[I hold my breath in suspense.]
But then you cast me out again.
[Cut my chest until the pain fades.]
And then we do it all over again.
[Circling in our psychotic dance.]
relics of the pastyou save the ticket stubs from movies,relics of the past5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the coins that you've found
face up on the ground.
'it's good luck,'
you hold onto dreams from long ago,
written on faded pages
scattered across the floor.
your room is cluttered with all manner of
keepsake and souvenir;
tokens and mementos
adorn your walls.
the residue of what's come and gone.
your call log is full,
your inbox overflows.
bottle caps are piled up in jars
all along your living room.
there's a bit of sandwich in your fridge
from a good three weeks ago,
a bag of receipts
from 10 years back
sits by your bed,
christmas and birthday cards from elementary school
fill a whole drawer of your bureau,
names long forgotten,
never to be put to the faces
of your past.
You who saves it all,
But cannot save yourself.
I extend my hand in your direction,
But you cannot take it.
Your arms are filled to breaking with the relics of the past.
What I Can Learn From YouDon't tell me what you don't like.What I Can Learn From You4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not interested.
Because what you don't like is
simply what you don't understand.
Instead tell me what you do like.
Because that is what you understand.
That is what I can learn from you.
Sinking HeartI want to rip my heart from my chestSinking Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It keeps beating so loud and it's hurting my head
I want to cut all the skin off my bones
Put on a mask that still smiles so nobody knows
That I'm losing my mind
That I've tried and keep trying
To convince myself to let go
But I still love you as if I didn't have a clue
That it was your twisted soul that destroyed mine too
So let's sink in the fire
We're sinners, we're liars
And I'm tired of trying to prove
That love does exist
This is it
Me burning right here next to you
On the Northside of TimeOn the Northside of Time5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a good day for the dogs and a bad one for the rabbits. I heard the big black dog howl his chase call through most of the afternoon, sometimes near and sometimes far. His little white shadow yipped along behind him. There were long pauses between yips heard. That little dog had short legs and needed extra wind and effort just to keep up.
The air outside was cool and sharp. The dogs ran under the last autumn leaves I could spot out there, out past the meadow. Some of those old trees in the grove stayed green the whole winter long. Most never did. The hunt through the big grove must have been exciting for the dogs. Not for smaller and younger animals.
The dogs came back when the setting sun put sof
If I Would YouIf I went missing, would you look for me?If I Would You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I Was dead, would you cry for me?
If I tried to kill myself, would you stop me?
If i asked if you loved me, would you say yes?
If I was being attacked, would you project me?
If I was falling, would you catch me?
If I was crying, would you wipe away my tears?
If I asked if you loved me, would you say yes?
If I had a boyfriend, would you be jealous?
If I forgot everything, would you show me it all again?
If I lost everyone, would you be the last one standing by my side?
If I asked if you loved me, would you say yes?
The Last LeafThe Last LeafThe Last Leaf5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He watched an autumn leaf,
the last on the branch,
twitch in a wind
heavy with the promise of winter.
His eyes stung,
- from the wind, no doubt -
as he remembered
how she had walked through these woods,
her voice soft with spring's promise.
Now he brushed the silver hair out of his eyes,
- blast his eyes, watering like that -
and looked at the trees,
lifting bare hands to the heavens,
if his spring would ever come again,
or if he,
like that last leaf, finally dropping,
would be caught in the wind
to blow away alone.
Sitting there, in the tree,
he watched the leaves
and gray sky,
and a trickle overflowed his stinging eye
to dry coldly against his cheek.
MakingIf there's one term I can't stand, it's "making love."Making4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like I have to reach out with something more and less than my hands
To sow those little pinpricks of feeling, and even then
You might decide you don't need a tree to get some air in you.
Isn't it enough that I can breathe in till the solar system fills my gut
And maybe catch your mouth on the exhale?
Isn't it enough for you to sit here with me and watch the leaves falling
When damp and dreary autumn comes calling,
Our bodies only crossing at arms and legs 'cause we're so shy?
But maybe it's too early to speak;
I've never, for even a second, been in love.
I've been here and back and forward twenty times,
From raptors to Raptures and the in-betweens of space
Only big enough for half a breath and the width of a hair.
I've done every heel turn and kick ball change on my own feet,
And no one told me I had to learn to dance before I could dance.
But what do I care; I can't dance anyway.
And don't tell me you think I don't know wha
Letting GoLetting go of youLetting Go5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not like being a spider
whose limbs have been torn free,
who spends its nights
remembering how to scuttle
across the plains of your room,
tormented by the slow,
unfurling thought of stretching.
It is like being those limbs
who, without an outline to embody,
are completely devoid of purpose.
A VisionWhen I was still a young man, full of the love of life and youthful ignorance, I had a vision.A Vision7 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Desperation-In-Poverty and Greed-In-Wealth appeared before me in the flesh as living, breathing beings. Desperation took the form of a monstrous wolf, emaciated and dirty, with pale staring eyes. Greed was a huge dog, powerful, fat and healthy, with lazy rolling eyes. I watched as the two circled, their glances switching rapidly from me to each other. A terrible fight broke out, and the two tore each other to pieces. In the end, Desperation triumphed over Greed, killing him. He then devoured Greed, whole and in one gulp.
And his form was just as gaunt and ravenous as before.
And he stared with unflinching, victorious eyes, waiting for me to wake up.
Coyote and WendigoCoyote traveled far and wide in search of interesting things to do. One day his journey took him farther north than he had ever been before. He discovered a small summertime village and decided to ask the people there for a place to rest.Coyote and Wendigo3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When Coyote entered the village he could tell something was not right. There were no children playing outside. Few people were doing any sort of work, and those he did see were only engaging in it half-heartedly. Coyote approached a man. "Hello," he said, "I am tired and would like to find a place to rest for the night."
"You should not stay here," the man said. "Every night a monster comes out of the forest and drags somebody away to eat. Our bravest men have already died fighting it. It will not be long before it has killed us all."
This made Coyote angry. He had fun playing pranks on the humans, and they were usually more hospitable to him than the animals. He was not going to stand by and let them all be killed by some monster. He went to the loca
Death"Sometimes I think it should be a rule of war that you have to see somebody up close and get to know him before you can shoot him." M*A*S*H, Colonel PotterDeath5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Death is different for certain people. Some are afraid of it, some long for it. But, some try to run from it, sometimes running headlong into it. Personally, as a Marine sniper, death does not please me, nor does it scare me.
All that matters is bein' in the moment. The moment where my cross-hairs rest on the enemy target. My breathin' and heart rate slows down steadily. The cross-hairs stop movin' around on the target as this happens. They settle right on the Hajji's stomach, right where I want them.
I can tell the Hajji's eye and hair color, the rag on his head is red and white, his AK-47 is a mix of a Romanian Pistol Mitralieră Model 1963/1965 receiver and a Hungarian folding buttstock and barrel. He's got the weapon set on fully-automatic fire mode. I don't care what the Hajji's name is, I just know the sono
AmaranthineThe bruises you gifted meAmaranthine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
form a ring around my neck
of pure purple amethyst.
Its so precious i keep it secret
Can feel it bite when I move
Can see it without my mirror
Its not something tender
that you can touch lovingly
it's on the inside of my skin.
you're choking me.