Flush and Pale in PamplonaFlush and Pale in Pamplona9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have never seen a dawn
that has not died within an hour.
But here's one now,
and, unsure if it has lied or not,
I check your eyes:
The sun's still struggling to get inside,
the small bright spots of fingertips
tugging lightly at your lids.
And I, from a family of cowards,
am hesitant to wake you,
though not so much as to stop my lowered hand
from moving upwards,
stilling only when you start to stir
and stretch; and then exhale
in a way that makes me flush,
then pale, as I, too,
drift back to sleep,
to wait until the midday sun
has come and gone
and left us one.
The moon is out
and so are we, sitting, nestled
in the busy market, free
from the deaths of bulls
and those who claim them.
A man, old, weighted
by a wedding ring,
sells flowers for the women
of men in love. I am,
he says, a king, and you agree,
with daffodils to please your smile.
And here, we have no fear,
just the whispers in our mouths and ears
in the way we drink each other's beer.
We pause, quiet, and know then
Hypodermic DemonsI wasn't always afraid of needles, or squeamish in intravenous situations. The first time I remember being hesitant to get a shot was when I was about six, and let my mom go first. It was a small clinic in Seattle for low income families. It was the only clinic I had ever been to. I watched the nurse try to get blood from any available place on my mother's body, but there was just no reachable vein.Hypodermic Demons9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
A child's mind does strange things, because as a child, one is so intuitive and at the same time so naive that everything one sees is absorbed and processed for 'good' and 'bad'. That moment registered needles for the first time as 'bad'. That wasn't it, though. I am not so easily put off.
Needles ended up being a recurring motif during my childhood and it's during this time they gained their horrific connotation for me. I watched my mom disappear into bedrooms and come out droopy eyed and distant, stumbling and almost falling asleep. On the dresser, through the cracks, I would see hypoderm
louisaI bet you're beautifullouisa9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
before the mirror wakes up
before the sun fills its silver cup
what do you have up your sleeve
besides a bruise?
where would you be if you could choose?
and the hands move
to apply make-up and remove sleep
and eyeshadow implies
some light from inside
and something in it's way
(the days start like cars
in this parking lot life
we cough and crawl off
towards some distant light
and the cold smoke just hangs in the air
daring anyone half awake to attempt to care)
what do you have up your sleeve
but a bruise
baby where would you be if you could choose?
I bet you're beautiful
before the mirror wakes up
cherry julyhe says lovecherry july8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and almost believes it
she says love
and almost believes
it will echo back to her
took a thousand polaroids of fire
taped them along the outside of your house
thought I captured you
thought I captured youth
stood and watched them flutter
like angels' wings shot through with color
she says love
and almost believes it
he says love
and almost believes
it will echo back to her
Miles.You aren't him.Miles.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But he won't have me.
Because I've had you.
I have learned to tuck away the truth.
And lie to myself,
Because I am an illusion.
You and I are an illusion.
A diluted idealism that will never
Develop into anything true.
I would give anything to feel.
But I hate this feeling.
Because you and he are both so far away.
You don't know that he is asleep next to me.
But it wouldn't matter anyway
Because there is a 2,000 mile void in between us.
And he doesn't know that I am sending love poems to you.
But that wouldn't matter either.
Because you are 2,000 miles away, too.
I wish I could do something about
All of those pretend lies.
All of those false accusations.
I wish I could heal our broken promises.
Mend our emotional abuses.
And do some
Painting PerfectionI guess I could paint the sky wonderful, and put color into open wounds of grazing grass. Backward moments in frayed, feathered heavens, that reflect a twinkling hell. Looking up, you can't really help looking down. Starry moments in weathered skies. Mildew and water stains. I can't help but look at you. So beautifully morphed and sagacious. Sanguine...sanguine...veritas...requitas...oh that both could be so easy. But veri- in all its endings eludes my true meaning. Counterbalanced with an unrestful requi- that seems to never dissipate. Sand isn't all it is. Holy sands, holy beaches, holy waters. Bottled and sold at fair market value because what else can you do? Oh, your sighs. Deep in the back of your head. Oh, oh, my imitation romance caught up in a whirlwind of feminine mystique and illusion. Were it so complicated. Sagacious? The syllables I put into your vagabond being that will follow mine into green plains that I'm going to think I've been to before. Your Anglo-Saxon, Germanic,Painting Perfection9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Worst Case Scenario His heart pounded in his chest, screaming at him to turn back.. He licked his dry lips and shuffled awkwardly into the center of the room, his legs barely moving. The sound of laughter and haggling was all around him. fifty feet in front of him was the table. It was swarmed with squealing and giggling girls, all fawning over the pamphlets scattered across the table top. He was beginning to wish he had never taken this bet.The Worst Case Scenario8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stopped in the middle of the room, lifting a determined chin. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He clenched his sweaty hands. This was it, no turning back. He worked some saliva into his cotton dry mouth and finally managed to work his mouth. Then before his survival instincts could stop him he shouted at the top of his voice.
The dealer hall instantly went dead quiet. Over one hundred heads suddenly swiveled in his di
the great leap forwardthe great leap forward5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wu xian shen
my father threshes
the thin green grass,
sets it aflame.
our mother gathers
the cinders, mixes
a meal into grey.
here, a dish born
of a dying garden
my brother is the first
to eat he does not die
so we follow,
joking about the smoked spice,
laughing until our tummies hurt:
after the other.
we huddle around the shithole,
our faces wrung like rags
father leaves as we enter
Dear You pg1There he was. That gorgeous kid that always sat by himself at lunch. I knew I had been holding back for too long, and I knew that this was my chance. After all, it was spring and I had practically stared at him every day. I usually went home after school starving because I forgot to eat, too distracted by him. It must have been something in his eyes. Something secretive, something... that kept pulling me towards him. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like it was calling me. It had been calling me all year and finally, I decided to walk over to him and set my tray down next to him. That way, I could glance at him from the corner of my eye without him noticing.Dear You pg16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was shaking, and I knew it, so I began idly poking my rice with my fork. I cleared my throat and said, "I realize you sit by yourself a lot." Not good - my voice was trembling, as well. I felt myself turn beet red. What a moron.
The kid said nothing. He blinked, but that was about it. He just jammed a grape into
Beautiful DisasterSky laughed quietly as the drunken woman spun around in a circle in the plaza of the old church. She was laughing as well, her jacket unbuttoned and her blouse not tucked in and her hair spilling around her shoulders. Her shoes were even sprawled on the stones next to the fountain, forgotten for the joy of feeling cold stone under her soft feet. This Sarah Brown was looser now, freer after the sweet milk he had ordered for her. Who knew that a little rum in some milk could make this girl interesting? This woman was so different from the Sergeant Sarah Brown he had met in the New York mission.Beautiful Disaster8 years ago in General More Like This
Suddenly, she stopped and swayed, one hand flying to her head. He reached out to steady her, and she looked up at him.
"Mister Masterson," she declared loudly. "I think you are taking my inhibitions too lightly. They may be loosened by that drink, but they are not gone!"
Sky bowed his he
Keep BreathingThe storm is coming...Keep Breathing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The blonde's cell phone rings with a happy tune. He pulls it out of his pocket and smiles at the Caller ID, flipping it open. "Sasori!" he says excitedly. "I knew you'd call! The skyscraper is amazing. It's like nothing I've ever-"
"Deidara," the redhead on the opposite end says, almost sternly. "You have to get out of there."
"I know you're upset that you couldn't come with me, but sheesh." Deidara rolls his eyes, as if Sasori could see it.
"Listen to me, Deidara." Sasori switches his phone to the other ear. "On the news... Look, just leave. Please."
"Why?" Deidara asks, puffing out his bottom lip slightly. He puts his hand on his hip and says, "You're kinda scaring me." There's an odd, choked noise on the other end. Deidara falls silent for a moment, then asks, "Are you alright?"
Sasori clenches his fist. "I will if you just get the hell out of there! Deidara, there's a bomb! It's not one of your little artistic fireworks, it's a real bomb! It's a
Dear You pg13I moaned. Why did he have to torture me like this? He knew I didn't like it.Dear You pg136 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stop being such a baby," he said with a grin.
"I HATE butterflies!" I growled.
There was a giant, colorful butterfly on his nose. It had flown into my house from when we walked in, coming home from school. I had started freaking out when it landed on his nose, so he had somehow tackled me without the butterfly flying away. He was sticking his face really close to mine in a very awkward position. I hoped Mom wouldn't walk in.
"Why do you hate them so much?" he asked, crossing his eyes to look at it.
"They're disgusting. You think they're all cute and pretty but when you see them up close, they're so nasty-looking." I turned my face to the side so I wouldn't have to stare at the stupid butterfly. He finally climbed off of me and walked outside to let it fly away. When he came back, he was laughing to himself. He laid down on the floor next to me.
"I can't believe you're scared of butterflies," he laughed
What Vegan MeansThe more I learn of other creatures,What Vegan Means10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I notice we have similar features.
They feel love, fear and pain.
My tears for them they flow like rain.
No one can tell me that a mother
Doesn't cry when she loses her baby...
be her cow or other...
Just so humans can drink from her
The milk intended for her baby, so pure
The innocent child taken away:
If female, will suffer the same fate someday.
If male will be raised to be turned to veal.
The dairy industry wishes to conceal,
That each sip you take that adds too their strife,
Dear You pg4We started hanging out daily. We got to know each other more and more. I figured out that he was, in fact, seventeen. His birthday was November eighth, and I told him that mine was May fifth. I was upset that I had missed his birthday, because I really could have gotten him something nice, but since my birthday was only a few weeks away, maybe I could invite him to a party or something. Just the two of us, because he was pretty much my best friend. Sure, I had tons of friends, but I didn't get along with them as well as I did with him. And since whispers were already going around the school about how people thought I was hitting on Sasori (which I was, but he didn't seem to notice), my friends probably didn't trust me as much as they did earlier. Hell, they were probably a bit scared of me. I knew that some of the girls I was friends with would be totally disappointed, but hey, no one's perfect.Dear You pg46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Staying on the subject of birthdays, it was only a week before mine that he started getting
Zelda: LCOTW Chapter3Zelda: LCOTW Chapter36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How do you explain something, that youre not capable of understanding yourself? The first thing, that came to Links mind was to start where it all began for him. With his 12. birthday. The day everything that could go wrong went wrong.
Carefully, he tried to explain who he was, what he had seen and done up till now and what he learned about himself and Tetra and the ancient kingdom of Hyrule.
Yesterday evening, I had such a feeling that I needed to meet you. Just once. I didnt really think that song would actually bring you here, I was just kind of experimenting!
And you are my succedor?, asked the other Link in a very confused manner.
Well I dont know. Maybe succedor is a bit too much, but, yeah, you are a hero who slew Ganondorf and Im a hero who slew Ganondorf. One cant deny, that theres some similarity in there.
So, Ganondorfs dead a
Roman HolidayRoman Holiday11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The gypsies pick my pockets, pick my purse
Their clever fingers deftly, softly pressed
Against my skirted hip, my sweaty breasts;
On swelt'ring, crowded buses, tourists curse
And slap the hands of gypsies; none the worse
Are they for failed attempts to cheat their guests
They disappear like ghosts into the rest
Of those who guard their pockets, guard their purse
'Gainst thieves on such a hot, unpleasant ride
'Til I, a na´ve trav'ler, turn my head
Then gypsies press up closer to my side;
Pretending not to notice hands that tread
Across my body; I will let them roam
For through their gestures, I am part of Rome.
Dear You pg26This time, the thing he pulled out was a vial of what I could see was purple liquid. There was no way it was anything good. I knew that instantly.Dear You pg265 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What is that?" Konan dared to ask.
"Swallow it and find out," Sasori replied, his eyebrows furrowed. "It's something I've worked on for a while. I started it when I was away, actually. Of course, I kept it secret from the guards. I wrote down every material I put in it. Nasty stuff." He popped off the cork and tried to force Konan's mouth open, but she struggled too much. She grabbed the vial and backed away, closer to me. Before I knew what she was doing, she had pried my mouth open. She held the cold glass dangerously to my lips and warned, "I know how you feel about him. Call the police and turn yourself in or he gets it."
Sasori growled almost like an animal and picked up the switchblade again.
"Wrong move!" Konan said quickly, and before he could do anything to stop her, she tilted the vial.
It was the worst thing I had e
A HandA hand. Fingers. Carding through his hair.A Hand3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His mind registered the sensation vaguely, world far too fuzzy, like the lining of one of John's comfiest looking jumpers. JohnHe breathed in slowly, letting the feeling of the fingers on his scalp fill his senses, overriding any signs of the possessive pain. John. Of course. It wasThe thought ended there, the comforting darkness covering him again.
It was an accident really, John mused.
Sherlock. The sight of him on the ground, eyes closed and in clear distress, in clear pain. There was nothing for it. John's brain instantly went into a state of instinct-based shock. It was in almost slow motion that his knees hit the ground next to his friend and only as his mind slowly came back to him did he realize that he was holding Sherlock's head, gently running his hand through the detective's hair. It felt just as John would have imagined, impossibly soft as the curls almost clung to his hand. For a moment that
Bar Hopping with the DeadThey lost Bob in Hong Kong.Bar Hopping with the Dead4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Too Much Information to Properly OrderPen down. Unfocused stare. Page empty.Too Much Information to Properly Order2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
citizen outsidermass, densitycitizen outsider4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've never been a participant,
but i think i see now.
i've read your pain in the newspaper, between the lines,
in television broadcasts and radio interruptions,
spilling out your eyes
i've never understood,
because i wasn't there,
wasn't old enough to understand
[we had a model airplane, i remember,
full of plastic, blank-faced souls:
i made it crash
and they all went falling down]
there were clouds encircling my head
as you stood trying to thaw from the ice of shock,
break through waves of reformulation
i was gone.
"it makes us a nation,"
you say, between gasped breaths,
"it makes us whole."
i feel that i've missed something.
Terminus pg5The weeks flew by and Sasori continued attending school without speaking to anyone. The news of Deidara's illness had spread through the school quickly and quietly, and teachers didn't question Sasori's odd behavior. They simply let him be, knowing that even if they tried to speak to him that he would only offer one-word answers, if he even answered at all.Terminus pg56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And every day Sasori walked to the hospital to visit his friend. They would talk for a few minutes and then remain silent, just sitting there for hours. Every moment spent with Deidara was treasured and important. If Deidara had been capable of walking, they agreed that they would have gone to museums and arcades and amusement parks to make his every last moment the best of his life - or what remained of it. But this was just an impossible dream among many, and the knowledge that it would never come true was enough to bring tears to even Deidara's eyes as they spoke of it. After all, he had never been to an amusement park, and neith
The SurpriseWhen he woke up today, Canada couldn't see a reason for people to not remember his name. It was his birthday, his special day. People had to remember, right?The Surprise4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a world meeting that day, and he was actually excited. Of course, he didn't expect anything from the other nations; just a birthday wish would be nice. Just acknowledgement would be better than a card or present.
However, it wasn't to be.
He had arrived in the meeting room and as soon as he walked inside with a small smile, no one even looked his way. He walked to his brother and America had waved at him and not even asking how he was, he just launched into a full description of the new videogame he had bought and how it 'totally wasn't scary and he totally wasn't freaked out'. Canada just sighed and listened as he always did. With America, when he was in the middle of talking about something it was hard to get a word in.
Canada just stood there as his brother flailing around and talking at the top of his voice, and even