MercThe orange rays of the dying sun filtered down through the canopy of the thick Angolan jungle, illuminating the scattered array of tents and outlining the silhouetted soldier who stood at one large, grimy open flap. It was a familiar sight that he saw as he gazed out over the mercenary camp, one that had haunted him like a suffocating shadow in the years since he'd first arrived on this godforsaken continent. He'd tried to get out once, almost three years ago now, back in '83. He'd gone legit, gotten a real job, but the jungle had proved too strong a lure and hardly four months had passed before he was back, employed by so-and-so with the mon
Electric Light Coughing SmileIt's like..Electric Light Coughing Smile2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A throat infection.
Caught from a gasping melody.
Such as ELO'S warming monotone intro
it's a cardiovascular syndrome that
not only peppers the heart with seasoning endorphins,
but moulds muscles made pliable,
like a wielding spoon or fork,
and spasms a spectacular facial-firework show
in acknowledgement of its own powers.
Or, on duller days a smirk can be cooked,
When not ready-made by estival rays.
Sex can do it.
But this can be a disease as subtle as the first snow petals.
An underdog still, it's dribbling and blind but steady,
It all just depends on what kicks it off. Ready?
It's a joy as simple as that j
DisappointmentTell me how did things come to be like thisDisappointment2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
About easier days are something I reminisce
This piece is going to be oh so very brief
How did a loved one turn into a common thief
I want to leave here, in my life start a new page
Why is this house now so full of unloving rage
Every night now I listen to nothing but shouting
How much longer I can tolerate this house I am doubting
Disappointment is all I am beginning to feel
The broken trust in this family needs to heal
ReificationsI.Reifications2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moves the dance eternal,
Frozen in slowest still (e)motions
Grieves the dance eternal
She - tragedian,
Poetess of murmure eternal and infinite hisses
Myope in shade
She - actress of sorrow,
Display of her weeping (he)art
Tither of those silhouettes carved
And I am tithable of rime:
My only refresh
The Neverending MonologuesThey bicker, shouting at impregnable walls.The Neverending Monologues2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.The Man in the Coffee Shop2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.
Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hai
less is more.sometimes the earthless is more.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the moon and it
it or you or me or
it can be hard to keep
of these insignificant little footnotes when what
is the hurt itself and not
it comes from and not
it's even there -- that's interesting but
the point is that the
wings i'd finally acquired are only good for
and i guess i'm too ambitious but i want to
--even though i know i'll only
to hell (again).
you have to be
you have to be
you have to be
have to be light
pretty thin light pr
CecileI want to feel yourCecile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to excavate what you hide within
Your soul, behind
The wall that stands between
What I am and what I want to be
What you want me to be
What they want me to see
I want to feel your
Tracing every mark of the scaffolding that keeps you
Your fragile breaking point when you begin
I want to know if I can fix you
I want to play you like a melody, and I can't even bring
Myself to see
When You Blind Me
I want to feel your
Cells and nerves on fire
I WANT your vessels to lift you high-er
I want your lungs breathing me in
I WANT your heart and your
Vindictive PhantomVindictive phantom,Vindictive Phantom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know your name,
for last night I could hear you
whisper, whisper, whispering
it into my helpless ears.
Each letter that spells you
is a talon,
that pierces my heart;
and you know this.
"Dream of me, dream of me, dream of me,"
and I do.
now you carve my sins
into my very soul.
Can you feel the pain
if my soul is half of yours?
"Feel my pain! Feel my pain! Feel my pain!"
and I do, I do, I do.
Make me regret
that what is done
and cannot be undone.
Now phantom, who I know so well,
vindictively create for me a hell,
just like the one I made
WeaknessFirst I want to assure you that nothing is wrongWeakness2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are just things I have needed to say for so long
I am writing this with the most nervous half-smile
I hope you will find reading this worth your while
I have put on an act for your sake for such a long time
I do not think that feeling like this is much of a crime
I have been thinking about this with some regularity
But it is only recently that I have established any clarity
After some horrible things to which I chose to resort
You brought me back with both comforting and support
After a short time our friendship grew into something more
My faith in humanity you were able to beg
All or NothingI am going to ask you now to tell me exactly what it is you wantAll or Nothing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is something, about which, I am never going to be nonchalant
Do you want to be with a man who'll do anything to make you happy
Who will do anything possible to cheer you up when you feel crappy
Or would you prefer for me to just simply turn and walk away
And never speak the words that I so desperately want to say
Would you prefer it if we were to never talk to each other again
Because if that's the case, being ok is something I will try to feign
If you choose to have it all, I will endeavour to bring you joy every day
To only you, a feeling of being complete, is w
Writers BlockI truly hate it when I get writers blockWriters Block2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It just seems to slow down the clock
It comes from me not being able to word things right
My creative embers I hope someone will come to ignite
For once I am writing whilst not feeling some distress
It's just with my book that I want to make some progress
I think that this is going to stay with me for the duration
That is until someone comes along to give me inspiration
SleepIt is something that has avoided me for a time so longSleep2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who would've thought I could do something so simple wrong
In all honesty it is something that I no longer want to do
The reason for this is something I am going to get into
First of all it is difficult for me to sleep in the first place
When I finally do it marks the beginning of an internal chase
This chase is between how much sleep I am able to get
And the internal turmoil chooses to make its onset
This lack of sleep has left me feeling lifeless and weary
Despite this though I am trying to stay somewhat cheery
Because this isn't something that should cause my friends concern
-Dandelions-Dandelion forest fires explode across the lawns of neighbors-Dandelions-2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft fragrance of summer burning in the sunshine
Violent winds shake the rain from the clouds
But the light is always down here with us
Across this wind damaged country
Pressed down and dampened
But never completely gone
Yellow freckles of hope strewn across these emerald fields
loveologyyou are my monochrome tv, my imprisoned freedom fighter, my loveliest disasterloveology2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the reason my lungs absorb particles of dancing air
[breathing isn't just a rhythm]
light years are only fractions of an hourglass
earthquakes silently judge us, we just smile
floating on the petals of our near-to-be unhappy end
infinity can never last long enough
our catatonic love
I Need to SingI need a drum and not just any drum. I need a drummer too, and not just any drummer.I Need to Sing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The drum must be the water drum we use, and the drummer must be the man I know when he is the fireman.
I need a gourd and not just any gourd. I need a staff too, and not just any staff.
The gourd must be beaded, with leather tassels swaying at the bottom when I use it, when we use it.
The staff must be a symbol when I or another of us holds it, to show we are the ones to listen to, we are the ones who none can step in front of while we sing.
I need a song to sing and not just any song.
It must be the right song for the occasion, and right for the ti
Gabriel I, the spirit of truth, am in search for you as I stand in the presence of God, and am sent to speak to you to prove you of your glad tidings. Your family and loved ones are at peace. Give, and it shall be given to you. For whatever measure you deal out on others, it will be dealt to you in return. To touch and tame the frightful madness, you must come to peace with others, and accept your inevitable death. I am the Messenger, who knows that great men are not always wise. I must be true to you. You are the hero of a devilled existence, caught in an abyss of uncertainty. I must release you, for you are near the kingdom of Death, unfurledGabriel2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spirit and ScienceDespite Audrey's youth, she had already faced a lifetime of disappointment. Amid the thunderstorm, the chorus of her all her nightmares chanted through the trees. Those trees... when in sunlight, they seemed beautiful and graceful, yet when the rain came, their true characters shone through, becoming restless and unassuming in their emotional violence.Spirit and Science2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Much like Audrey herself.
She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. She knew her feelings were genuine, but what she didn't know was that she was worrying about the wrong thing. The new sensation, the source of her affection, was like a foreign language to her, and she kne
AddictionAnna,Addiction2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's surprising, how many different kinds of addiction exist. It would be simple if it was just drugs and cigarettes. The hardest part of overcoming a habit is wanting to overcome it. Usually things that start out as just a normal part of life eventually cross the line to becoming obsessive and out of control. It's the high I chase, the high that makes everything else fade. The thing about addiction is, it never ends on a good note, because eventually, whatever it is that was getting us high, stops feeling good, and starts to strike a minor chord. No matter how badly a thing is hurting, letting it go hurts even more.
My high my
DistortedYesterday the yet to come,Distorted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today awakenings of what once dwelled,
Tomorrow a street filled with the modern man.
The gears spinning in separate directions,
The hands taking on the roles of the opposite,
The calls of a common cuckoo not ringing every hour.
An hour glass filled with the sands of our lies,
A digital clock frozen on noon,
An alarm praising the seconds we first laid eyes on each other.
You're standing by the window with my hands on your hips,
Your salty tears on the edge of my lips,
Your steady pace kept by gentle grips.
The bloody silver ring in the box is reality,
The roses blooming around it give honor to the stone,
She said yesShe said yes.She said yes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not exactly said it, but nodded her head from across the room in affirmation.
I brushed off a tear, as I took out an old engraved case from the drawer in my desk. It had been my father's, and his father's before that. My hands traced the wooden carving on the top of the case, intricate yet subtle, work of an artist long forgotten. The levers creaked as I pulled back the lid, revealing what lay inside. Exhaling deeply, I picked the object inside. I had the habit of keeping it ready for emergencies, but not once had it entered my mind that I would have to use it.
Once again I looked at her, standing there, across the room, in h
GraceAs if out of pleasantness. The hooks of the mountainGrace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in February as if to say 'Live united.' As if sugary-
sweet, augury in our morning on the snow-bitten foothill,
mouthfuls fouled and shuddering out in
little dog breaths. Drags against the car paneling
you made me. As if sorrowful, having
bastardized a Middle-Age archway and a five-
star hotel wall. Took them straight. Took them with me.
Then brushed them off after a rain in the nighttime
when there was no one out to question it.
As if this time between us is somewhere else,
too; unendingly pulling itself back through
an unbuckling in the continuum, the little baby hand
Eternal ReturnRainwater poolsEternal Return2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the ruts in your driveway
grey and gravelly
winter is here again
wet and windy again
damp and clammy,
a recurring drainage issue
yet lovely still
pinned in your bedroom
above a booklamp, the headboard,
one slow-dried rose
coloured like chianti
an Nth anniversary token,
a keepsake, a memory,
twin bedside tables
cluttered with novels,
your handpainted pasta bowls
faded from a hundred
improvised pasta sauces,
from passata and capers,
ricotta and dolcetto
stains on the marble coasters,
deep red rings occluding
the florentine piazza
scene as sepia-toned
as it always was
and always will be
Yours ConditionallyLook, this isn't what you were expecting,Yours Conditionally2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you wanted, what you asked me for.
This isn't about you and me and us and we,
Or about how I simply couldn't survive
Without you in my life (because I have
All these years before), or how I couldn't
Breathe without you near (once again, I've
Done just fine thus far).
There are no cliches to be had,
I admit. There is no symbolism,
Dying roses paradoxically representing
Our undying love, or archetypes in which you,
The knight in lackluster armour, save this damsel
Who is quite distressed by your quixotic notions.
This isn't filled with secret strolls under the
The VoicesHow can you not understandThe Voices2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wish to take a different road
The one down under
Just for a little while
I would like to be alone with myself
And the voices inside my head
Can't you hear them?
They just want me to experiment
A couple of inhalants
Down a few bottles
Maybe even sniff a couple of lines
Just for the excitement
This life has become so dull
In this boring town
With the same 'ol surroundings
Nothing ever happens here
So lets take a turn
Maybe for the worse
Or even just for fun
I need to learn from my own mistakes
And not be told how to live my life by you
Unless you walk in these shoes
And live with th