City 90Digital Jazz KingCity 905 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watches the city lights change
Turns them into notes
Limaria Exclusive InterviewLimaria Exclusive Interview5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
What do you enjoy abo
Fun at the BeachI am a crabFun at the Beach7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your feet
Photos of IrreverenceThe skylights reflect onto their passerbys an angelic stature,Photos of Irreverence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which fades into the facades of their once former selves.
Their ghostly shadows follow them through a winding labyrinth of steel and sweat,
Echoing their path with each step of the pavement.
Disheartening sadness masquerades as sly smiles in their eyes,
as lies plead from their lips ever wanting more and needing ever less.
Incandescent light blurs away the need for night or day,
in this city that is forever moving,
forever standing still.
Soft City SoundOnce upon a timeSoft City Sound5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and I
Became the smoke in a saxophone song
In a starry still-wet city
In a moment
That didn't quite happen
So much as it was imagined
I sleep and imagine it again
FallFall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something fell. How could a sound so loud
have been a dream? Yet how could a sound
so loud have left a silence thick as this?
There is so little sound you might be deaf.
You say, "hello," softly, to the dark.
You hear your voice clearly through the air.
The lighted clock says four A.M.
Did something fall? It could have been a dream.
It may have been the picture in the hall.
Why did you hang it with a single nail?
Or was it something not so near as that,
whose size and mass you cannot say?
Was it here in the city, a block away,
a mile? There would be sirens, surely.
Or was it something both near and far -
did a world slip down a stair,
from one step to the one below?
Whose was it, then? Or was it yours alone?
In the morning you will know.
It was not a dream. Something fell.
Carl The Glass Eyed Chimp and Nancy Bunny part 1Carl, The Glass-Eyed Chimp was an adventurous creature, at one time he worked as an engineer for The Fantastically-Phantasmogoric Locomotive until the untimely loss of his right eye. "Why can't I still run the train?" He asked pitifully. "It just goes wherever the tracks go, I don't need two eyes to steer this."Carl The Glass Eyed Chimp and Nancy Bunny part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"OH! But you need two eyes for everything!" Decreed Emperor Tom in his glorious squid-skin robe, raising his scepter above his crown of tinsel and Cracker Jack tattoos, and Carl, now known as The Glass-Eyed Chimp simpered off still wearing his over-alls and cap.
"You're a bit worse for the wear, though it looks as if you got some fight still left in ya." Carl said, sipping his favorite drink, blueberry juice, which he relished with a delicious smack of the lips.
The worn, torn bunny waved a velcroey paw "I'm Nancy" She answered adjusting her nose bent whiskers. "Who might you be?"
"Just The Glass-Eyed Chimp, but you can call me Carl." He eeked out.
"And where would y
I Never KnowI never knowI Never Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To exclude or include
The reason for saying so.
Out of SightAnother night. Out in the cold breeze. Of a contradicting summer night. I thought about nothing and felt at ease. Taking deep breaths to will myself to stay. Stable. And my only companions, on this night walk. Was a pair of metal lines, casting out beside me, in straight lines. Past my visions capability. And I gained little comfort in the dark. My bare feet padding against, the old wood. And I was jumping the spaces, and I guess I was just running. Away from the sunlight, and into the starshine. The sky seemed different, without the moon. It just seemed empty, to reflect how hollow I was. I kept running, until I could finally feel my heartbeat. Which was once again, forgotten. Then came the screaming, and my heart was lost behind the sound. Here came the light, that gave me high hopes, and brought a smile upon my lips. Bam! Just like that. I was struck by a freight train. I couldn't handle the tackle, and I crumpled beneath the metal beast. The world turned black, and my skin grew colOut of Sight2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hate"And sometimes I think the hellos are even worse than the goodbye. It seems stupid, even to me, that it hurts more to hear your voice."Hate"2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Yeah, your voice. So temptingly sweet, but bitter and venomous, but all at the same time tantalizingly silky smooth. It makes me choke. The tears press to the surface, but lately they have just kept hanging on.
No tears have been spilled, and I can't even tell if that's a good thing. It keeps happening again, and again. And for once, I think I won't go to bed crying over you. It seems nice. For once, I can close my eyes without the salty water trickling down my face.
I know pretending doesn't make the pain any less real. Because it just doesn't. Tonight. Tonight you will not haunt me. I still remember it all, and maybe I don't want to forget. The nights I spent crying over you, tears wasted over those damned memories.
The ridiculous phone videos, that I only have so I could hear your voice. I think what hurts more than the things you have said, are the t
Falling UndergroundBreak a heart string, just so you can snap. Just so you feel more at ease, when you know you're insane. We're a little short on ropes this year. So you can't lasso the moon. You can't feel the stars and capture the sky. It's just difficult to reach those heights. Too difficult to whisper in the clouds. As you fall, you can see the stardust eyes gaze down on you, loathingly. Somehow you lost the magic touch. To grip the air, and claim it's gravity. This adrenaline rush makes your senses climb higher. As you struggle, for a hand hold. There's nothing, and you just soar downwards. No matter how hard you try. You fall and you try to catch yourself. When you fell. Stories underground. Where you belong. Among the fossils. Never to see the light of day. And you can just cough on the dust, while your face erodes. Just to be stepped on. Wiping the dirt from their soles on your heart. Just wish next time someone wears cleats. To stop the world from spinning. Right off it's axis, into its own oceFalling Underground2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A Walk on Firefly LaneI would like to take you on a walk. Down Firefly Lane. Grabbing your hand and pulling you along, all the while tears stream down your face. Look up, Darling. See the little creatures flash their lights lazily in the sweltering heat. I like the way your eyes spark with curiousity. It brings peace upon me. Just like the way you like to watch the sunset lower behind Angel Falls. You look so happy right now. It'd kill me to break this silence. I like the sound of your breath catching in your throat. The way the Earth's beauty does that to you. It's as if you've never been so full of wonder. You look so young and innocent. You are young, and so full of hurt. It brings tears to my eyes on nights like these. When I know you'll go home defeated, even after all your awe filled moments. Sitting outside, bundled up. As you drink in the scent of rain and lighting. I know you like the way it strikes. You enjoy how much power is in there. It scares you though, because you know so little. It excitesA Walk on Firefly Lane2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the FrostI will lay here and look into the past, and push all my feeling way back.In the Frost3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And shoot them out in to the sky, wanting them to dissapear
But they hang there like stars through light years.
I turn to my side and look at the frosted grass
I'll sigh to warm winter's snowy glass.
I then realize the shiver run up and down my spine
I lie here in my unworthy wallow.
Sit here and gaze into nights great hollow
I don't dare to move, for I fear that I might awake the feeling left inside.
I shall wait until morning's frost has extended from the inside of my body.
So I can feel cold, heartless, empty, and a reason to be avoided.
six.i miss sleeping on trampolinessix.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and not getting sunburns because my skin could bounce back
i have more freckles
and wasn't afraid to talk to grown ups
about how my day was
because i never had to prove anything to them
but that i was smart enough to converse
or how old i was with this many fingers
and i wish i could remember
when i looked at boys with curiosity and shyly
instead of worrying i was being stared at
or if my shirt is too low
whether they're starting at my face or my skin or my butt or my amitoochubbyaroundmymiddle which six year old me would have laughed at.
why do you care, you get to live in it and it suits you well.
when i couldn't remember what worry was like.
because the next year i would be taller
not expected of much
but to be myself
and not to become myself
pills pills pillsuh oh.pills pills pills3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this could be dangerous
because my head is a powerful machine
that causes change across the seas
and can switch opinions and options simultaneously
and if you aren't there
it might get replaced with something
which is why i might call you when im tempted
and why i think oh god oh god oh god
because i have been here before
and its a dangerous scary terrifying place
because i can flip and flop
so just touch me with the certainty you have
and know i am all yours
and know that i dont want to go anywhere
but i cant control the things inside me
most of the time
ill hide from you until the sun comes up
and brush off the left overs covering my monstrous face
and rush to kiss you in your ears
September 27th, NightSeptember 27th, nightSeptember 27th, Night4 years ago in Horror More Like This
I can hear the rumbling thunder of a storm off in the distance. Occasionally I can see a flash of lightening lighting up the sky. I dont think itll reach us tonight. If it does, the rain will be welcome.
Having Kate around has been a nice change. Ive missed having someone human to talk to. Today we talked about the things we used to love doing on the weekends. Kate wonders if we may ever be able to have a normal life ever again. I dont think so. Too much has changed for things to return to normality within our lifetime.
Sometimes I think that maybe were at the end of everything. Those things, they used to be people. The disease has changed them, turned them into monsters. There is no cure. I doubt there is anyone left looking for a cure. It seems as though humanitys only option for survive is to outlive them.
The past couple of days have given me a new sense of hope. Im hoping that it lasts.
© 2009 Emerald G
HeartstringsHeartstrings tightenHeartstrings3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I hold him close.
and the distance grows.
Moments of light
Shadowed by dark.
Heartstrings are broken
and I crumble apart.
Rolling ProblemsRolling problems don'tRolling Problems2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Confused By the World's RhythmSame old voices in the sound.Confused By the World's Rhythm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chromatic tones lost
in the rain still coming down.
An optical glimpse of an iridescent blend.
Clouds shift above my head
The shade of the world is a bit chemical.
Take too long to figure out.
Isn't it evidence?
the world goes round.
We are but insectsThere is a hole in the screen. It isn't significant to me in any way, shape, or form until I open the window. Until I open the window at night. Until I open the window at night with the lamp on. Until I open the window at night with the lamp on in the middle of summer. At this very specific point in time I promise you I cannot sleep. I am brooding--I promise you it is not over a good thing.We are but insects1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Moths fly in through the hole in the screen of the open window to kiss the lamp on a summer night.
I sit in the orange light of my orange lamp. I brood irrationally within myself to the point of redundancy. I am not an expert in anything, but is anyone? I know that I will reach no conclusion until I get some rest, yet I know also that I will get no rest until I reach some conclusion.
The floor is not comfortable, it makes my sagging body ache in the morning. However by some unexplainable phenomenon I am drawn to it on these nights. Perhaps it is the hole in the screen, coupled with the open window,
Forgotten How To breatheHow do you breathe?Forgotten How To breathe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hold my breath.