Unfinal SolutionJim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:Unfinal Solution7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obstacle itself. On rare occasions, the not-quite-cooperative maneuvering deflected them from their original direction of movement, which was entirely random anyway.
If the obstacle was small or spread out (like the 2000 individually-wrapped packages of toilet paper theyd encountered yesterday, rolling and skittering before their tattered
oyou cannot have a wholeo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without a hole
and it just so happens
has a hole, too;
a gasping indicator of a cyclic momentum
taking notice of these things,
you may also now see
the gaping fulfillment offered by
he calls me stormi.he calls me storm5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's a party. bright lights, cheap beer, crushed bodies emitting heat, and you're just one of many limbs tonight I latch onto. moving erratically to the pounding beat-we become one. a swirling tornado of distraught emotions and a million broken dreams, seeking destruction but not knowing where to hit.
just like cinderella the clock strikes 12 and I force my way out of the crowd towards the doors, but not until you grab an empty red plastic cup and carve your number on the side with your pocketknife. you grin, melt away like ice cream in the summer. and unlike cinderella, I get to keep my shoes.
tired, purple under my eyes, shrunken. I rummage through my bag searching for my eyeliner and instead, pull out a cup.
I call two days later and you pick up on the first ring.
"I can't have you call me first-I wanted to do that. your phone will ring in 34 seconds, pick up".
"there, that's better. I don't think I properly introduced myself. I'm damien. you, you're sto
The Chinese LanternI wrote your nameThe Chinese Lantern5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-First, middle and last-
And like ebony veins it seeped within
Satin soft scarlet paper.
The night whispered mine
And I followed
Ignited with the flame of my love;
I watched my heart fly..
..Through constellations of silent stars.
Moving Lovethe wind took my breathMoving Love5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the day your eyes burned with love
then I felt again
Sexy Brow PowerTitle - Sexy Brow PowerSexy Brow Power4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was an Allies meeting. So far only France and America had shown up. They were painfully getting tired of each other's company.
"Dude why are you so old and disgusting!" America moaned.
France whipped his head back. "I'm as young as a baby and disgusting? Moi isn't the one shoving hamburgers down his throat!"
Before they could continue a wind came in, throwing the door open. A fog covered the doorway until one man stepped in.
England wiggled his eyebrows and the door shut behind him. France and America were forced to stare in amazement. His eyebrows were blasting them with sexiness. It was too much for them. They couldn't handle it.
America's iPhone flew out of his pocket and into England's outstretched right eyebrow. It began playing the Lonely Island song 'Jizz in my Pants.'
It was too much for them. Their pants became soiled with jizz as the lyrics 'Yes I jizzed in my pants' played and his eyebrow wiggled to it. Good, desi
I Like YouI know your name,I Like You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
First and last,
I know the color of your eyes,
And how they take me aback,
I don't know your favorite flower,
But with it I want to fill your room,
I don't know your favorite movie,
But I hope to see it soon,
If it takes a lifetime to know you,
Let's start today,
Because if today is all we have,
I have only this to say:
I like you.
Day OnePretty soldier,Day One5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I've never had the right words to say.
I'll never know why you punish the people who love you.
You tried to make me hate you because you thought it
would be easier for me to let you go. Instead, you broke
my heart, and I think I might be stuck loving you forever.
I'm not angry.
I wrote you a longer letter, but I can't read it because tears
make it hard to see the computer screen, just like now.
I will always mean it when I say that I love you.
Lamento que hay veces que olvido que tú no
eres ella. Lamento que a veces deseo que lo fueras. Tengo
miedo de no amarte de la forma que te mereces y odio que
mis miedos no sean infundados.
De todos modos Te quiero. Espero que lo sepas.
You protect me when I insist that I don't need it.
You know me better than I think I know myself.
But it goes both ways. I'm sorry she's moving away. You say
you don't care, but I know you do. I know you're in love with
her and that this is going to hurt. I just hope you c
Lackland"Drop it,"Lackland4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You drop it,"
"I'm the one with the gun, missy,"
"Yeah, and your jugular's right under my knife," I press a little harder, showing him how much I mean it.
"Do I look infected to you?"
"Never was much for killing kids," He mutters, lowering the shotgun he'd had trained on my chest. He drops it carefully and nudges it towards me with one foot.
"I'm not a kid," I tell himnot whining, just telling. I don't pick up the shotgun, just kick it a little farther away from him. Not as if I've ever known how to handle a gun, anyway. I'm more likely to shoot my foot off before I hit anything.
After a few second's consideration, I take my knife from his throat. I don't think I could kill him, anyway, and he seems much more friendly without his gun. "My name's S"
"Nono names," he cuts across my introduction. "Doesn't matter who you are, does it?"
"Where're you from?" Again, he overrides me, but he does it in an amiable
and I Won't Blame YouWhy aren't we allowed to love passionately any more?and I Won't Blame You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's adolescent, irrational, overly emotional.
Only ever be mildly interested, quite fond.
Well, I'm sorry, but I fell spiralling in love with you.
It inconvenienced me more than it did you.
I didn't plan it, I fought it violently, but it happened none the less.
All Wrong - C1 - BackAliceAll Wrong - C1 - Back4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was a shock for Alice to wake up in a hospital bed. It was even more of a shock when she was told that she had only been in that building for an hour.
It couldn't have been an hour! She had spent two days in Wonderland. Two days, not an hour!
It was the Looking Glass; it had to be the Looking Glass. It had put her back in her own world not long after she left kind of like in 'Narnia'!
It wasn't till she was home and packing up the things she had used to search for her dad that she noticed it. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before. The large green tattoo like mark on her arm was gone. Not even a faint trace of it left.
She heard Hatter's voice echo through her head. 'That's not going to come off Sorry!'
"Well, it's off Hatter," she said grimly.
She realised that she didn't want it to be gone. Because if it was there it meant that everything that happened was really real.
Of course it was real, what was she thinking. There was no way
Let Music SoarShe was beautiful. He watched as her fingers moved effortlessly across the piano, her eyes focused intensely on the sheet music in front of her. She had black hair that was tied tightly in a bun, and a dark blue dress hugged her figure nicely. His own fingers started to itch, yearning to join her on stage with his violin. It'd been so long since he performed. Seeing the passion in her eyes for her music, he realized just how much he missed it.Let Music Soar5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The program clenched in his hands told him her name: Giselle. "She plays beautifully," his aunt whispered."
"She does," he agreed.
"I bet you're glad you came with me," she teased.
He smiled. "I am."
The show ended too soon, the last notes she played echoing in the concert hall long after she finished. He rose with the rest of the audience, clapping as she took a bow. As soon as she walked backstage the lights reappeared; their final cue that the show was over. They walked outside and he stopped to light a cigarette while his aunt made a call. He
It was Your Train Track EyesYour eyes were empty.It was Your Train Track Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were staring at the railroad tracks
with melancholy coloring your face
and depression smeared across your lips like a balm.
My voice broke the night,
echoing through the tunnel stretched out before us.
You just glanced at me,
your irises liquid honey in the moonlight.
I longed to wipe the shadows from your skin.
I longed to touch you,
"What are you doing?"
But that was a stupid question,
I knew what you were doing.
I could read it
in the wrinkles on your forehead.
There were freckles on your nose
and I imagined them into constellations,
the universe in a blink.
You were contemplating the world
when you turned your head my way
and rolled your eyes.
I walked home contemplating you
and your echoing,
I never saw you
or your railroad-eyes again,
but I think of you sometimes
when the trains are passing me by.
I wonder if you found your answer
or if you're still just as lost as I
The Hardest GoodbyesThe hardest goodbyesThe Hardest Goodbyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the ones we speak
when the ones we love
are no longer listening.
The hardest goodbyes
are the ones we're forced to say
after we realize that they're the only one we
could ever want,
but they're walking away from spending too much time thinking they're
because we didn't tell them
how much we care--
how much we love them.
The hardest goodbyes
are the ones we choke out
our throat constricting
tears spilling down our faces;
words we wish we didn't have to utter.
The hardest goodbyes
never get a reply
and are always left floating in the wind
waiting for a breeze to pick them up
and love them again.
Losing All We WereMy cheeks are flushed with the wineLosing All We Were4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I drink in order to forget you.
With every sip, another memory fades.
I open a packet of Newports
(a habit you found most dégoûtant)
and smoke away your laugh
It's easy to fall into a series of do-nots;
it's easier to let the memory of you go
rather than accept the fact
you broke your promise.
(So I'm breaking mine.)
And oh, what do you know
all magnificent things come to an end.
I watch as the atoms of what we could have been
disappear right in front of me,
desperately trying to hold onto them
as more wine slips down my throat,
making them fly faster
to a place where I can't reach them
(to where you are).
Letter to a 3rd Grade SelfSunset trickles sweet between the pine needles. Sit, motionless- Don't fidget. The branch is hard, but if you lean back just so and tuck your feet up you'll find that it's not so bad. Stare hard at the orange and gold that illuminates the boulevard. Force your brain to take a mental picture, burn the image onto your retinas. Watch your shadow lengthen beside hers, marvel at the detail that is etched into your silhouette. Say nothing- Do not be the first to shatter the silence. Close your eyes half way and look straight ahead while peeping out of the corners of your vision. Look hard for what's not there, feel the tickle of tiny fingers on your shoulder, the whisper of warm breath at the back of your neck, the brush of wing beats across your cheekbone. Hold your breath until the horizon claims the day at last. Crane your neck looking for the willow tree down the road and find that you can't see it from your position; wish half-heatedly that you'd taken the other branch before she did. DLetter to a 3rd Grade Self5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You, Me, and Finding ForeverYou,You, Me, and Finding Forever5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sun-warmed leather seats
and an air-conditioned steering wheel.
Mcdonald's cups on the floorboards,
fallen fries strewn around our shoes,
plastic straws keeping our jaws company
as we wail country
at the top of our lungs
because that's what country's for
and we've always found heartaches a little funny.
We don't have to talk;
the skittles of our words
can remain un-popped on our tongues,
a rainbow stain
that we will use as promise-bands
as the mile markers tick away our heartbeats.
And sometime soon,
we'll need to pull ourselves aside
and face the muck of society again,
but for now,
we can just drive,
the mirror catching nothing
as we bob our heads in tune
to the cracks rattling our tires.
and the silence that lies between us
as we read each others faces
without once taking a breath
and search out the forever we need to find.
and the trees passing us by
as we find ourselves in the radio
and keep our eyes on the sky.
Even Angels have to Love-C.You wear stars on your skin and wings in your name and I've been dreading losing you since day zero. My heart is grasping at your fingertips with frantic beat-box rhythms and I long to beg you, on my knees, for an answer but I'm afraid that even angels get embarrassed being interrogated. You have nothing to be embarrassed about except perhaps the fact that I'm human and you're heavenly and I collapse each time I think of touching you and OH, who am I kidding? You have nothing to be embarrassed of except for everything I am.Even Angels have to Love-C.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stars twinkle in your eyes and words twisted through your fingers and I dislike having to hold back my heart for beating like a steel-drum beat. I wrap you in my wings to try to protect you but the dread in between my feathers tell me that I won't ever be able to. The cuts on my fingers burn with the sweet salve of your tender kisses and even though my wings twitch in pain and my eyes water up, I know you mean ever loving kiss and touch. And when
it's just a broken soulbrynn sighs and lowers her pencil. it's almost five a.m. and she's been at this for three hours, but her words are coming out in globs and nothing she's written makes sense. she rubs her eyes, imagines bags the color of midnight shadowing her cheekbones. it's been almost a week since jamie moved away and brynn feels as if she hasn't slept a wink since then. a lot has changed. she growls, a desperate half-plea for relief. if she could only get this stupid poem to sound right, life would be okay! it would be better than okay...cause he'd be hers.it's just a broken soul5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
brynn thinks about the state that jamie left her in. her boyfriend of six months had dumped her over something stupid, and jamie had spent hours coaxing her from the bathroom where she'd cried herself into a coughing fit. jamie had always been good at that--calming her down. making her laugh. she wonders why she didn't see it
The Sky Fades Fast on YouThe sky was fading fastThe Sky Fades Fast on You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against your chai-tea eyes,
your pinkies enveloping mine
like forgetmenot ribbons
meant to hold the moment together,
keep our brittle embrace from falling apart in the wind
as my nose turned chilly in the twilight.
We talked about movie monsters
and the way the air felt jilted in our breaths
and somewhere between my heart and your chest,
the fireflies ignited the world for us.
It was diesel fuel in our veins
and the indigo sky
across your shaded silhouette
was almost more than I could bear.
And in the midst of the silence
blanketing us like the embrace of the night,
you let out a sigh
and let me read your mind
and for a moment
to be exact
I heard the secrets lining your pulse
and I fell into your velvet-sky dream.
sometimes, i digress.sometimes,sometimes, i digress.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i watch you from the corner of my eye
and try to memorize your actions.
i mark the ways
your lips tweak at the corners
when you find something amusing,
you throw your head back
when you feel you have to laugh
(even if you don't really want to),
when i catch you by surprise
with soft-spoken words
and feather-light kisses.
i note the times
you tuck loose hairs behind your ear,
you slump your shoulders
and pout your lips
when i am teasing,
you think you're watching me unnoticed.
i long to find a tower
and throw myself at you
just to see how you'd react...
but i think that you might laugh too hard
at my unexpected absurdity
to catch me.
i memorize the ways
your eyes crinkle when you look at me...
but your smile
always catches me by surprise.
Hope For The HopelessThis poem is for the people who get up every morningHope For The Hopeless6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and wish they could roll over and go back to sleep
because their dreams are so much sweeter
than their reality.
This poem is for the people who silently scream for help
because they think they don't deserve it,
those who wish each moment would be their last,
those who are trapped in their past
lies, mistakes, regrets, and dead-ends,
those who think there's no hope for them.
This poem is for the broken-hearted and beaten down,
those who walk the boulevard of broken dreams
and hope for a brighter day
but don't depend on one.
Let me be your hands
to carry you when you fall,
to pick you up when you believe love is for fools
and help you stand tall
with no tears in your eyes or scars on your
wrists, arms, stomach, legs, thighs.
Like Bette Midler sings,
I'll be the wind beneath your wings
and I'll fly you to the moon and back
because everyone deserves the chance to touch the stars,
Like Jaime Tworkowski,
let me write l
You lie to me as I sleep.You have blue-gold eyesYou lie to me as I sleep.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a bad habit
of only telling me you love me
in my dreams.
I lie awake,
sleepless and missing you,
the heavy comforter
draped across my naked waist
as stars settle,
across the sky.
And I wonder
if the barn owl outside,
is telling me I must move on.
if the moth
flitting across my cheeks
is telling me
that you're already gone.
You have a leprechaun's pot of gold
hidden in the depths of your heart tonight
and I can read it
in the shadows of your eyes:
You just love the idea
of falling head-over-feet
for the impossible.
SometimesSometimes I have the most insatiable needSometimes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anywhere and everywhere
to a place where no one knows my name
or the things I've done;
to a place where my mistakes are buried underneath my silence,
where I can smile without it feeling fake
I weave dreams together with hopeful lips
my eyes set on places that make my heart
yearn for white jasmine blossoms tangled in my hair
and a crystal clear blue ocean surrounding me.
I make promises to myself I secretly know
I could never keep
but they make my waking moments
in this dead end town bearable
so I gladly accept the denial.
I tell everyone that I was never meant to stay here,
that the very blood rushing through my veins calls for more, more, more
and where I'll go
road maps are just guidebooks
the thrill is in never knowing where you are
the adventure is in completely losing yourself
every Bob Marley chain falling from your limbs
and you're free
free to go anywhere
and do anything;
free to dance with sultans