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Peaches Breath deeply. Aim. Steady. Follow the sight.Peaches2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The explosive crack of Celine's rifle shattered the air. Outside among the horde, Mrs. Venna, Celine's English teacher from high school, fell back with a hole in her forehead. Around her, the swarm didn't notice. It just continued to lumber around mindlessly.
"Try to fail me, huh, bitch?" She muttered, rising from the walnut stock of the gun. Standing before the window of her apartment living room window, Celine looked out at the scene below.
On the ground, bodies writhed together like a single entity. Men and women, children too. They crowded tog
Deep into His Foreveri left myself prune in the bathtub over an hourDeep into His Forever2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ice climbed up my limbs
(my brain uncaring)
the darkness tiptoed in
(my brain left staring)
incoherent
the synapses snap in static
frantic and erratic
filling my head
filling my eyes
filling all of me
the image of you
when you were alive and whole
when you were mine and twenty-nine
(as i am now, yours and twenty-nine with a month to go)
your name is a blessing--
an oath and a breaking
fit for prising open near to skinning
the wound that runs the length of me
from hollow throat to empty womb
(and every acre between)
in the dream you whispered
how happy you were i finally
ReificationsI.Reifications2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice statue
Moves the dance eternal,
(Un)real and
Frozen in slowest still (e)motions
Grieves the dance eternal
___(Un)sounds
She - tragedian,
Poetess of murmure eternal and infinite hisses
Myope in shade
She - actress of sorrow,
Display of her weeping (he)art
Theanthropic tragedienne
Tither of those silhouettes carved
In glass___
ice___
rime___
And I am tithable of rime:
My only refresh
It c
ActuallyHeard that you were flying awayActually2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a corner of the world
where the apartments were filled
with ghosts of people
who pretended they were dead
because they got more than what they wanted
and they were tired of people
who pretended they were alive,
but before you go,
I just,
I wanted to,
um, also,
heard that you were allergic to words
and that numbers were more your thing
and I wondered
if you ever considered
the other things that could be your thing,
that time could be more
than asymptotes and facebook statuses,
and I wondered
if you could be more,
well, more than that,
because I just,
I wanted to,
let you know that I
h
Love poem to my plague doctorThis morning you, my true loveLove poem to my plague doctor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tapped a heartbeat into my door
with an oak cane.
I didn't answer.
I wasn't afraid of you, I promise.
In fact shaking swept over me
a feverish need to pull you in
rising from my chest to my throat.
When you left I coughed it out.
It lay there on my floor
thick and red, but not so much my blood
as my offering
my chance.
It is noon.
My neck stings and pulses
for you to kiss it.
But of course you won't.
Perhaps this attraction
the beauty I see in the way you're covered by a beast
is the same that creates
werewolves, minotaurs, and politicians.
I wouldn't want a man
so please, don't take your m
The Silent KillerTen yearsThe Silent Killer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five years
One year
She might not even have a month
The silent killer keeps hanging around
Every time we think it's gone,
it comes right back
There's no cure
She just has to suffer
It's horrific to have to just sit by and watch
I can't stand being an audience member
But there's nothing I can do
We have to hope for the best
And never stop praying
The Ease With Which I DrownI breathe blood and brineThe Ease With Which I Drown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in equal measure
as I struggle beneath the weight of
waves, curling like the edges of burning paper,
ships, rising and falling like breath,
the great girth of a blue whale,
his eyes locked on mine.
My lungs are filling with more than regret,
and it burns like fire,
like acid,
like that look in your eye
and my limbs are so tired now,
battling beneath the insistent pull of the sea,
beckoning me down to its depths
where all is still and quiet.
The cry of gulls and the crash of water
and the beating of my own heart
press against my eardrums
and I just want it all to stop.
A split second and I am f
Final WordsWe are beastsFinal Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this naturalized,
hyperbolized
polis;
an ungodly waste
of human capacity.
We entertain,
we smack our lips
on the culturally sterile.
I am a goddess
of my soul's wit,
devoid of personality.
I've a plot reserved—
a place in Paradise
where silence
is the new ignorance.
God Bless the DamnedUnderneath an overpass,God Bless the Damned2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In downtown Atlanta,
Lives an old man,
With his clothes, but no shelter
You'd think that with his strife,
And not enough to eat,
That this old man,
Couldn't get up off of his knees...
And you'd be so wrong!
If you want to know,
The secret to this life,
Then just bend down your head,
And look into his eyes
There is a sparkle in them,
I swear, I think they gleam,
It connects me to his mind,
And all the things he's seen...
And it blows me away!
He has this little smile,
That now, I understand,
Life is so much different,
Living as one of the damned...
God bless the damned!
They are the ones,
Who rea
With All That A Heart Can GiveI have a fear of even numbers. It’s the fear I created to replace the one of losing you and its only fitting that I lost you on the 14th. Every month I sit in my room and pretend your there with me andWith All That A Heart Can Give4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Count the minutes until the 15th; 11:56, 11:57, 11:58, 11:59...
At the very least you should be described as perfect. A flip of your blonde hair and I’d be on my back. Those icy, steel blue seeing straight into my rotted soul. That’s something I never wanted you to see.
Pain was the last thing I wanted to cause you but that’s what you got. I think you were so pretty my urges to
Break you
Debauch you
Hurt you became to
Signed, AnonymousThat's what they call me,Signed, Anonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two legs and two arms,
Two eyes but only one heart,
And still I'm apart from this world,
My name is different,
But my face remains the same,
And it's a shame that they call me
Pitiful, a disgrace; inhumane.
I might as well brand it on my forehead,
And wear my titles with pride,
After all, it's just a name?
What do I have to hide …?
Just a box of secrets, left in the dark,
An unstitched doll with a broken heart,
A letter, a rose and a glass of wine,
And a fine drawn line
Depicting the difference between love,
And a waste of time.
Oh, show me mercy,
For I never meant no harm,
But I've got you
an argument about g. harrisonwhat did you think would happen?an argument about g. harrison2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
we taught the computers to fall for god when things go wrong
and nothing but February in exile without a moon
and you trying to describe the experience of blacking out
the numbers on a bill from cities you're not ready to go back to
we could end ourselves here in a fit of coughing
uninstalled by molecule into an anagram of northern lights
that would preclude trying to describe the experience of space travel
if only they'd forgotten the photographs at home
and what if the beatles had met in a chat room?
what did you think would happen
if reading history was all about reverse engineering the problem
Jones Gap, JulyIt will have been estimation mostly: my return to youJones Gap, July2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this way, just this: like the decline of a body,
all dolled up—smiling, anyway, of course smiling—
and full of something: you can tell; when I am addressing you,
I can tell: you feel a yellowness in me, a kind of hope: an envy.
I watch you when you are eating, when you are watching me
prove myself in eating: how you manage your silver; where, when
I have finished, I fold my napkin. I suspect
something will be put to death here, soon, and then dinner,
plated and served—that these will be the years of two mutes
between us, our organization of hands in the air silentl
CaffaI cry from keyholes worn into my glandsCaffa2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
and ulcerated joints. My friends
load me into a sling to give me
to the enemy. A snap, shuddering, rounded full stop.
Riding over the walls, I am a limp horseman
straddling my own waist.
The RunLet me tell you of the tailor run.The Run3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The wind and seas are coming down from a rage.
Turmoil is everywhere and this shoreline, which I love like a poem, memorised, is a discourteous place. The air crackles statically on my hair and skin. I could be on a faraway planet. It smells of Cambrian times. Seabirds wheel high like tiny fighter jets, miniscule SR-71s, then, flay themselves through the sea's skin. The booming swell comes and goes, as I stand in a lost memory, echoes of a low incendiary growl. While I rig my 12 foot "big" with the 3 ounce spinner, the atmospheric frenzy relays itself to the baitfish. Whitebait. They are coiling and roili
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