SeptemberThe summer was so hotSeptember3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
rhythmrhythmrhythm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rhythm's the same
It never changes
But as he dances
he always changes
with the synths
The drums beat fast
The drums beat deep
He sings a song
and lies to self and all
And finally he lies
Down and dies
But the flashing lights were fun
The sounds and sights were beautiful
It was worth it.
And so was I.
Lancelot Price 2014 January 16
Prufrock processed 01Etherised upon a table in a much-deserted streetPrufrock processed 013 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
being carved and spoken of by Michaelangelo
The cheap hotel we'd been in
the smog-stained yellow window glass
Back then there was a time
Back then was time for time
For being loved by sculptors
who would shape one's self to form
One form only to last forever
and end time
Fleshless form so hard and slippery
sliding quickly off the hotel terrace
cracking in a thousand fissures
sliding down the street
with only yellow smoke to hide in
yellow fog to grease the way
fleeing from Michaelangelo
escaping from his love
Reaching now the seashore
Paddling out beyond the surf line
Hairless arms so stiff and clumsy
Catch a wave and
with broken limbs
Thrown off and falling
Ground down on shore to sand
to beach and bottom of the sea
On The School TourWe used to get the tube in London sometimes,On The School Tour4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the lady on the Tannoy would say, Mind
the Gap! pushing out the syllables with her tongue
the way you'd push the stone from a peach.
In our minds she licked our necks,
slid her tongue into our ears and whispered to us.
She was a nibbling, biting, throbbing sex-fiend, that one.
We all knew it, but we couldn't prove a thing.
How could you? It was just a recording. Just an accent.
She was probably somebody's mother,
but if she was, we all thought, then she was a serious MILF,
dripping those syrupy words on our lips,
sliding her hands down the backs of our jeans
to pull us in close, and say it again.
We harboured these thoughts through galleries
and graveyards and all the way home,
to our classrooms, to our daydreams,
and on and on like that, forever.
Ode to the Wildernessi knew that evar since i was borned i was a little diffrnt from everybudy else. no one understands what im going through.Ode to the Wilderness4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it all started when i started having this dream where i dreamt i was in a pack runnin wif otehr wolves and i was da leader. after that, everyfing changed. after that I saw the signs.
like i was rly good with dogs and stuff and all the dogs i meet get along wif me rly well. like my neighbor's poodle likes me more than she likes her owner. and this one tiem my dentist told me dat my teeth were longer than they should be.
if that's not a sign then i dont kno wut is.
i dont get along well wif other people because they make fun of me and my love of animals (mostly dogs and wolfs) and i get rly defensive when i feel me or my "pack" is threatened. i got more along wif wolfs and dogs than stupid jerk people so therefore i am a wolf. i am convinced of it and dont u try to tell me otherwise.
Oh, did i mention that when sometimes i laugh out loud it sounds like barking?
The Sunset-Short, Trite PoetryThe Sunset-Short, Trite Poetry4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the flowers unfurled into the blue,
Came I hence, to my spirit renew,
Yet I found, with sadness undone,
Nothing left but the setting of sun,
Thusly left I: dejected, despised,
Only tears shone, in my hurt eyes,
I strode on, 'til a stranger I met,
He told me, "Child, be not so upset,"
"For while the world does seem such a cruel place,"
"Will you never suffer to leave its embrace?"
"So be of glad heart, and walk with joy and not fear,"
"For your own path, have I now not made clear?"
So walked I then onward, reborn as it was,
To see the world collapsing, as always it does,
But I, I could go on even yet,
For is it not beautiful, what we call the sunset?
What have They Done?You lack a pulse, child.What have They Done?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What have they done to you?
They seem to have removed
Your heart and your mind.
You jerk like a robot,
You smell like oil and
When your eyes open,
I see nothing flicker there,
Not a thing.
You absentmindedly shuffle
Through the channels.
You quietly keep
Completely to yourself.
When you speak,
You speak the words
Of a thousand others
My god, Child,
What have they done?
Love LostI remember the feel of your lips on mineLove Lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our first kiss
The way you held me in your arms
We'd watch the German sun
Sink down through the gloomy haze
The war came
Like the wind appears, it came
As you held me close
I was grateful that you hadn't left me
That you hadn't abandoned me
You finally did
Oh how I regret the day when I said I love you
If only I could take it back
I wish I could've run from the monster
That the war made you
I hate how it took away your pure humanity
I'll never forget your eyes
Those crystal blue ones
The way they stared at my rich caramel browns
They were full of cold hatred
I watched my heart try and run from you
It was like a dog on a leash
What pained me the most was, I still loved you
Even when you, my whole world
Condemned me to death
Even with the gas chambers
Withering your love for me
Like a dy
Don't Be That For MeYou will not be my Romeo, reckless and love-dazed. You will not give your life up, die for me or take anything away because of me.Don't Be That For Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You will not be my Heathcliff with your brooding ways and dark secrets. I never want to have any hate in a relationship with you and I'd rather die, than see you with another out of jealousy.
You will not be my Edward because I will not let you control. I will not let you consume or vice versa. I will not be a poker chip to be bargained over or the cause of anything thoughtless and deadly.
You will not be my Lancelot, no matter how fragile you think me to be. I'm not a damsel in distress to be fought over; I can do my own protecting.
This isn't a cliché. It's not a fairytale or epic romance. The fact that we're apart will make us stronger and one day soon enough, we'll be together. I'd trade a star-crossed knight in shining armor for a compassionate guardian angel any day. I don't need outrageous gestures of romance, I just want t
A Much Worse MarkNot every kind of abuseA Much Worse Mark3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
leaves a bruise.
There are those people
who will tear their children apart.
Even from the start,
they're told they're nothing.
Told they're worthless.
Told they're never gunna go anywhere.
Told they're ugly.
Told they're mean.
Told they're useless.
Told they're failures.
These children have no choice.
Eventually, they start to believe it's true
cause there is nothing they can do.
And what do you do
when not even your parents Love you
No, this abuse
never left a bruise
but it leaves a much worse mark.
The weak fall apart
but the strong push on.
They go through life
looking for something better
but they will ALWAYS hear that voice say,
You are nothing.
You are useless.
You never gunna go anywhere.
You are ugly.
You are stupid.
You are mean.
You are useless.
You are a failure.
It's true this abuse
never left a bruise
but these children will forever have fractured hearts
cause it left a much worse mark.
Zodiacs - The ExileZodiacs - The Exile6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Standing atop a gate along with ten other samurai in light armor, Kira held a bow rather than a staff and stared out past the fires of a besieging army of warriors out of the horde-lands. They'd held for a week against the attack and had the stores to last two months more.
That was more than enough.
These horders were many, but they were inexpert besiegers. Even a cub like her could recognize that. The enemy had been crashing against the walls ineffectually for the entire attack, losing large numbers and having only minimal impact on the warriors within. At the time she had wondered why they didn't simply go past the castle, but an older perspective on events instructed her the reason.
The invaders had numbers, yes, but not enough numbers to trap the Kikage in their fortress and still conquer the whole of the Meichiga province. Nor could they leave the Kikage untouched, the wolves would decimate their flanks in coor
I Yearn For Your LoveI stand feeling my body sway to the wind's currentI Yearn For Your Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shake uncontrollably yearning for warmth
For your love
My tears freeze in their descent
I'm cold, alone
Still yearning for your love
I remember when we were together
You were alive
I didn't need to yearn for your love
Because I had it
You'd hold me everyday
Tell me you love me
Said you'd never leave me
You left me with nothing
Alone and cold
Yearning for your love
You took away the warmth of your arms
Replaced it with death's cold grasp
And now as my last tear trickles down my cheek
As I prepare to jump
Having nothing to hold on to
Not having you
I yearn for you love
Even as the ocean's greedy clutches
Take me under
I yearn for your love
Our WorldOur World5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a breath of fresh air
Let it out slowly
Savor it while it lasts
Because all the fresh air is going.
into polluted clouds of smoke
Soon when you take in a breath
All youll do is choke
Say goodbye mother earth
And all her living creatures
Apparently our dying environment
Has not served as a teacher.
All the endangered species
Harder and harder to find
Well its time to stop searching
Because theyre all about to die
All our childrens futures
Are vanishing with our world
There wont be anything to live for
For next years boys and girls
Our world will be lifeless
Just like what once lived
If we dont open our eyes up
And see what we have to give.
A Moment of time
can go a long way
In saving the earth
for another day
unplug, go green
Unless you dont care about
What tomorrow will bring
Get smart, help out
Save this planet
Give life to its creatures
And all living things on it
Or let it become
Its own natural
High MaintenanceRoses are red, Violets are blueHigh Maintenance4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you?
When I open my card, I hope to find
an original, sweet, more creative line.
All that you do, is scribble your name
at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame!
Tut...roses are red, violets are blue
Do I look bloody colour blind to you?!
You didn't even write it! It came with the card!
Poetry isn't exactly hard!
Sweetheart, I love you, really I do
But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue!
Couldn't you have made an effort this time?
Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line!
Most girls love romance, well I do for sure!
Tu Peut même parler français pour proclamer ton amour!
That would be different! That would be sweet!
Come on baby, sweep a girl off her feet!
I'm not asking for much, just some more va va voom.
Love doesn't have to be shown in the bedroom!
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Political Limericks9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose head was stuck up his tush.
"There's weapons!" he cried,
He weaseled and lied,
Because his brain was made out of moosh.
Two men went to get married,
By parliament the two were harried.
"We have the right!"
They put up a fight,
Until Canada's views were varied.
Bush isn't the one who thinks,
Their routine's still working out kinks.
Sometimes they'll show this,
Did you ever notice?
He stops talking when Cheney drinks.
So the surplus could be bigger,
We could market a Chretien action figure!
With a kung-fu grip,
And a crooked lip,
He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.
The Conservative party is mean,
Harper's heart has yet to be seen.
The liberals forced out,
NDP with no clout,
Next time consider voting Green.
Under A Stormy NightIt's like a misty night, with the wind breezing slightly and making the soft, smokey drizzle condense against my skin. It's not hot, but it's warm enough that I have my jacket sleeves rolled up, but cold enough that I have to keep the jacket on.Under A Stormy Night4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a rumble of thunder. An impending storm. My mind can't focus on that, though. It can only focus on a welling feeling in my chest. The rain is getting heavier, pressing down harder against my clothes and skin.
And in a burst of energy, I start to run. I don't care where I run, I just run. I run through forests, over streets, across playgrounds, long abandoned lots, deserted intersections, over rocks. I hear rain rushing around me, I feel wind pushing with me, helping me fly.
Wanderlust overcomes me, I keep running, and running. Lightning flashing, thunder rolling.
Nature is around me, though. Her trees and forms and phantoms all benevolent to me, for I am her child.
And when I can no longer run, I stop.
I close my eyes. I listen again.