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troisif i had three heartstrois6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i would bury
the broken one,
i would kill
the sorrowful one,
and i'd give
the last one to you.
if i only had
her name was anne xietynor alive.her name was anne xiety6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was neither dead
and her heart was left with the
because her eyes belonged to a crying bird,
always half blinded by tears
alarm clock paradox.you stripped your sweater toalarm clock paradox.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
show me your freckles,
and oh how i'd love to peel them off,
because you're no swan, lovely--
not with those small brown accidents
kissing your every inch of
when they should be
kissing every inch of mine.
formed a coalition
to sign a petition
to ban you from
the sky, but i
what else could i wish on?
when you're alone, you'll always
lust for the bedroom door
to lock you in forevermore,
to lock me out forevermore;
that way you're safe to be the
sweet nothing that you see--
the ghostling in the mirror.
you're still just one
of those dirty little things,
and it scares you to tears.
i promised not to be a
liar, when you
promised to make me love you
(remember how i said
i could never love you?
well, i was lying)
you should know, darling,
a liar always lies.
you should know, darling,
this is not a lie.
and you should know, darling,
there's no difference between
dishonesty and disinterest.
so just forget to remember me
these sleeping handsit seems the rain is falling, love. but to where? where...these sleeping hands6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you hide your heart? these sleeping hands can't remember
how to find you, so draw them a map on the headboard where
i'll see it. sleep, slumber.
oh dear, i'm
down to your soul, but i've always known
ships with holes will sink.
Dinner With Uncle JoeTry to imagine Joseph StalinDinner With Uncle Joe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
telling jokes. He could be relaxed enough
when the mood took him, or when
he chose. Those close enough to know
the apparently unbuttoned man would
discover soon enough that at any moment
his most benign remark could become
sentence of death. What could his companions
do but compete in their displays of appreciation?
Stalin relishes the fear of his retainers
as though it were a fine vintage, and he
the discriminating connoisseur.
drown.You stand alone indrown.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the pouring rain just waiting
as it soaks your bones.
Patience; a virtue
but it merely postpones your
Quiet; a statue.
Your shield is permanently
clasped between your hands.
Silence is better
than lies, but it can be the
ultimate lie too.
Your lips are sealed. Thin,
dry, insatiable, soft,
Tears dripping along
your rubicund cheeks taste like
sour, sugary grief.
I lick and devour
each drop. Your misery is
my Achille's heel...
-binary deity-lifeless form-binary deity-4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shaped by hands
worshiped without question
Men Who Hate WomenThey wear their bones upon their sleevesMen Who Hate Women4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And each one crackles with a touch and
Spreads her soft insides upon the table like
A butcher spreading jam (unsuited to the task,
Yet artful still), and sheds a perfumed powder
Of discarded exoskeleton.
They are beautiful this way, each painted specimen,
And I retain their wings upon my wall for days:
Opera cloaks, fur coats, and old refurbished jackets
Purchased from the Emmaus down the street.
Sometimes I say to them, I am Bluebeard and
This chamber is the moonI have pinned you
Through the thorax to its paper claws.
Yet still they writhe, forgetting that the moon is sterile;
That the bats catch moths in silence on the lunar steppes.
God's Willyou know how in embroidered cloth, from the bottom under the design, all you see are knots? her honey-like, crying voice lulls me to sleep, that's what we see of God's plan. just the knots. when in reality, it's the design on top; beautiful and flawless that he has in store for us...God's Will4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
i learnt that word when i was three years old.
but every time i said it, my face hurt and mom's hand fell. "god will put you in hell. do you want that?"
i knew better than to say it again.
it pains me only to know that the sky i once soared through now mocks me with red stains of war. but pain probably isn't the right word.
for that would require for me to feel.
you're an estimated fallacy.
the perfect misconception, because you don't need to exist for people to believe in you. they make you real with dancing tongues behind a crowd of murmuring lips of god's will.
i never wanted to be who you made me.
contrary to popular belief, you don't make me who i am. but if it really is writte
Unexpected WerewolfSomething was wrong, I just knew it. I could feel strange tingling all over, and decided to take a shower figuring I was dirty or something. After undressing and leaving a fresh pile of clothes on the counter I turned on the water so it could warm up. While waiting I noticed in the mirror small black spots all over my body "when did I get this dirty?". I tried to look closer in the mirror but then saw the steam coming from behind the shower curtains and smiled glad it had warmed up so fast and jumped in happily. The hot water felt great, as it always does when it hit my skin "ahhhhh", but it also felt a bit strange too. The tingling started to get worse "The hell is with this dirt anyways?" looking down I noticed that there was a lot more black areas, and they seemed to pop out now. I rubbed a spot that was on my arm and felt that it wasn't dirt at all, but fur. "AH! Woa this is not supposed to be there!". In a slight panic to get out I slipped and fell on my butt, letting out a screamUnexpected Werewolf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it's like this.it's a tap leaking. drops of water falling to the steady rhythm of your syncopated heartbeat. no matter how tightly you turn the handle, it dripsdripsdrips as though it has a will of its own; that is my love for you. there is no "it will fade away in time." there is no "if you ignore it will become a distant memory." there is no off switch. i wish there was.it's like this.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
it's holding your breath and the all-encompassing silence that follows; leaving nothing but anguish, a burning sensation on your temple and a soft - yet prominent - ringing in your ears to muffle the nothingness. life pauses for all of five seconds and you exhale as though breathing has no meaning. we are captured in a series of trivial moments and those letters filled with excuses that i will never write.
it's knowing that sweater won't fit you again but storing it in the attic for sentimental value. you burned holes in the sleeves with your father's clipper and that chocolate fudge cake never entirely washed out. de
it is what it ishappiness isit is what it is6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your back porch covered in little
dixi cups that are full of rain water.
it's running to your car in a blizzard
and getting snow flakes in your eyes.
it's clapping your hands so long
that they tingle,
and watching a movie so late at night
your eyes can't stay open.
a letter with a bluebird stamp.
cold bed sheets in the summer.
a violin solo in a symphony.
and a drive down a small one-way street,
even when you should be going the other way.
this mortal soulthere is no such thing as magic here-this mortal soul4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
magic consists of theories in their purest forms
with breathtaking versions of utopia
glowing goddesses breaking out of rusted chains
that confine them to the inequalities
magic was swallowed alive by our violent minds
and exchanged with pain and suffering-
we look up towards the sky with triumphant eyes
and praise mainstream religion for
destroying our dreams.
beyond these walls lie gifts of power wrapped in
palpable, colored open-mindedness,
maddened tongues speak in shades of ignorance
that forbid us from entering visions of enlightenment.
through child-like eyes we search for abilities
deserved us by laws of other-dimensional natures, yet
when we wake from our only true realit
Renga Tree - limping hometell me old friendRenga Tree - limping home4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
why am I too limping home
at this hour
We Found Him In The Garden, II found him in the garden,We Found Him In The Garden, I4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so pale and frail and dead,
a pair of eyes where ears should be,
a candle for a head.
He lit and puffed from his cigar,
exhaled it from his wick,
and said to me, quite personally,
in a voice so smooth and slick
I halted my own salivating
to keep from getting sick:
"you are not who you think you are.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I thought I was.
And you are not a man.
A man is who I thought I was,
though that was never true,
and what I am means less to me
than what it means for you.
For though you see, quite certainly,
that I am half your kind,
you do not take into account
that you are half of mine.
I thought myself a person, though
we never truly matched.
A man is simply half of me
without a wick attached.
So I will sear each bit of flesh
you've grown to call a face,
until it drips like candle wax
upon its empty space.
Your eyes, I'll stuff into your ears
and cauterize them there.
And make a wick from sinews, wrapped
with gasoline and hair.
I am God's ab
diary, diary. Monday. October 4th. 2010diary, diary.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I discovered this morning that I ran out of lipstick.
Mortified, I tried to purchase my beloved miniature bar of whale blubber in Superdrug since their prices are reasonable. Plus, the shop itself is quite literally next door.
However, during my blubber search I noticed that fellow shoppers and staff were behaving peculiarly. The majority roared and panicked. Several screeched "Are you fucking insane?!" The eyes of all youth were shielded. Odd.
Before I could blink, I was removed from the premises and banned permanently. Despite my protests, the police took me home regardless of the miniscule
three months to livemaybe lessthree months to live4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hope has gone with the geese - southward
(good thing I'm flying with them)
faith has left the building
(but you haven't)
love is all we have
(and that'll be enough)
Shabby TrickstersHe told meShabby Tricksters4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where there is no light
there is no art,
While ashes fall
from the mouths
of shabby tricksters.
Only I'm no trickster
and neither are you.
For we find beauty
in many things,
both in darkness
as well as light.
is completely full of shit.
It Looked Better On PaperWhen it was a thoughtIt Looked Better On Paper6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it sounded perfect
When written down
it still looked pretty good
When I said it
I sounded like a fool
A Chill Returns to the AirHuddled togetherA Chill Returns to the Air4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Winter, fickle in defeat
Slow to let us go
Until the EndForever is a big word, dear.Until the End4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[And I make no promises]