Lilt Hubris But LovinglyLilt Hubris But Lovingly5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I shake the most when I've never felt stiller than a mountain of laundry flattered by the detachment of fastening my jacket before dying feigns the sheets wonder of bed life like before the linen shelf was filed or lightheaded domination died in the drying of people as special as you're making my feeling like a car salesman in a Plato costume we're seeing through and through seeing the bonafide fibers and stupid gold chains of the softest names for real hardness parting reigns so we're black horses waving back to tunnel ending strangers so like life that the translucence is sucking death off our shadow for new grossness's beginning fresh as baby's supernova so murmurous of the purpose poised in my superfluous point of speaking from the peak of Whateverest that I bet nothing ever better than a wet bone to gnaw was never left alone to press bare paw right against the raw stone so I let her know it's a dog feeling patience like panacea is knowing the weather and when to be or not to be al
The Friends of the ChampionThe Friends of the Champion5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Complete antidote to my last fiction, haha. This little bit of silly takes place long before the previous post when Kirkwall sat in the eye of the storm. Hawke and his companions enjoy the peace, unaware that - between them - it is they who will bring about its end.
Just a bit of stupid fun, but bitter sweet if you know what's to come ^_^
"Okay so - stop me if you've heard this one."
It's late, probably very late, in the Hanged Man. Cortland Hawke looks absently around the room, as if the time might just leap from the boarded walls and make itself known.
Heaving another draught from his tankard, the newly-dubbed 'Champion of Kirkwall' gives up any pretence of caring what time it is anyway and lets his head rest on his arms, his gaze moving toward the party's resident healer. Anders is holding court, having seemingly nominated himself as entertainer for the latter part of the evening in the absen
I Found Your Lips In The DarkI Found Your Lips In The Dark12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good things come to those that wait."
A night full of smiles.
I can't look at you without getting weak in the knees.
Grasping onto my hand.
Running your fingers slowly across my palm.
Deep conversations about nothing.
Making me giggle.
Being so completely comfortable after a few drinks.
Poking your belly.
My leg touching yours as we sat next to each other on the couch.
We're at the peak of our innocence and something's bound to happen.
I tell you I have no talent.
You share a story.
I share my praise.
Sharing a drink.
Lingering over the thought that your lips touched my straw.
Would those lips meet mine anytime soon?
The songs played on.
I wanted nothing more than to imitate a feline.
Pounce on my prey.
Devour it whole.
You gave me:
A kiss on the hand.
A kiss on the forehead.
A kiss on the cheek.
Nothing would suffice.
Staring into your eyes and seeing the way you look at me.
Like I'm something amazing.
"Kiss me you fool" would have been innap
ouroboros.ouroboros.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
White and gold still dressed her spine.
Those chains and gems criss crossed her shoulder blades in absent patterns, slung across her skin with a careless air. She was a creature of laces. Lace. Cream coloured filligree. And in this new home that didn't yet feel like hers,
she felt so small
alone on her wedding night with only years upon years of flowers to keep her company.
Arehtet went to the window and pushed it open, let it yawn wide open like the maw of the manticore. Her perfume called, white smoke with the lull of desert roses and dragon's blood on its tongue of deceits. She pulled her veil back and she blinked.
This kingdom could fit in the palm of her hand. She reached out. Closed her fingers around all those twinkling lights and crushed them to the dust of an hourglass.
The night wasn't so dark.
But it was vast.
The halls of Caeronvar Rock echoed under his feet as he stalked through them, gold softly clinking against his wrists and chest.
They called it the Rock and that was e
butterfly effectbutterfly effect5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who would have thought this feeling could exist,
my heart aflutter at her batted lash?
what tempest has her love let loose, what mist
has come to pass over my mind? a crash
of breaths like sailors drawn by siren song
have kissed my shores of lung with weary ships.
their bodies pass on through as ghosts along
the rivers of my mind. by this eclipse
of thought, a chaos theory map unfurls,
my crescent lips, to guide the men within
HeartlessIf you want to kiss me,Heartless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sure I'll enjoy the way you taste
Just don't expect my heart to beat
Don't worry, love.
If you press your ear to my chest
You'll probably hear a steady rhythm
I've filled the gap as best I can
With a composite
Of blood vessels
And nerve endings
It's not that I've never had one
I just gave it away
To a girl with bright, pretty eyes
She took it with her, you know
Over six thousand miles away
Where it probably picked up
A fine coating of sand
And the smell of gunmetal
I don't know, love.
I'm not really sure where it is now
Collecting dust, maybe
In a shoebox under a bunk
With an old letter
And a photograph
And sometimes, I think it gives a little flutter
When that girl smiles
Because I always loved her smile best of all
But if you want to hold me,
I'm certain I'll fit right into the crook of your arm
And if you want to touch me,
I've no doubt you can make me feel good
Just don't wait for my heart to beat
House of Good SenseI want crawl insideHouse of Good Sense6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cleft in your
& live among people
who don't know
under typewritten words
the print mistakes
the white page,
my passion diffused.
In a world of
like the static on
the Hollywood sign,
I could be small
I wouldn't shake
from the lapse
I could be
the future inside
like film screens.
punchlines for dummies"you can see babies kickin' to this ultra-sound"punchlines for dummies6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ten years ago.ten years ago iten years ago.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knew i was still
a romantic because
my dreams were still
filled with white dresses
and golden rings and
now, i know i am
a skeptic because
i am haunted by
and heated passion
and the faces
real, too real.
'I love you.'I've never seen this before: a stillness, a river'I love you.'7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
frozen into a blanched scar. He lies there
like a tool no longer used, and I am only a boy
figuring out how to use it. It wasn't the toxin
that did it: odorless, tasteless, the garage
shutting him in as the station wagon exhaled.
A son that had every video game, Malone and
Stockton posters and signed memorabilia; still
he swore at the guests' kids and locked himself
in his room. A daughter starting to notice boys,
dressing too pretty, and eating out every night,
her seat at the dinner table a prominent bleach stain.
A wife that spoke in tongue, working the Real
Estate market; parties every month, the Filipinos
gibbering in a language he never got the hang of,
his American friends all overseas, cross-country, or
dead. No, it wasn't the toxin that did it as he lied
back, his favorite Soul Asylum song a distancing
train. His wife is speaking to my mother and father
and I am dressed up because it is proper, even
though his eyes are shut, hi
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
jokesi promise that i will always amuse;jokes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
proud pieces of promiscuity
and vivacious displays of vulgarity.
surprising fountains of profanity
spouting from the mouths of barely babes,
but i want you to know something.
i am not the laughs under your tongue
i am not the smile upon your lips
i may never be without one of the two
but they do not define who i am.
there are half-baked scars burned, but raw
stretching across my face and they
curve at the right piece of time,
parting for the red sea of dead cells
i'll pretend doesn't exist at all.
just because i'm the funny girl
because my nose is a touch bulbous
my voice a sound raucous
and because i never seem to cry
doesn't mean i don't.
jokes have feelings, too.
if i'm not speaking, maybe there's a reason.
i'm skating on thin ice without blades
a shuffling across frostbitten souls
i'm ready for the lake to break apart
and leave me sinking to the bottom.
i'd tell you that i want to die.
but i've got a better punchline.
La Pioggia d'Oggi: A SonnetLa Pioggia D'Oggi e' la Neve di DomaniLa Pioggia d'Oggi: A Sonnet5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The earthy smell of autumn rain
that worms its way within my nose
has come to witness summer's wane
and bring its sorrows to a close.
A Dryad must have sent it here.
She must have heard my tortured pleas
as I lay weeping, on my knees,
and begged the skies to free their tears
and adumbrate my solitude.
Hush. I shall arise, abandon all,
and like Thoreau I'll glean the woods
for scattered remnants of my soul,
until the day l learn and know
how today's rain's tomorrow's snow.
SupermoonI sit here, quietly battling my demons over a cup of tea,Supermoon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you at the other end, receiving my transmissions.
We talk, or I do tonight, because I have things to say, mindless things
like how my hair breaks, the random coldness of spring, what I said to this and that and nobody,
how I have a black hole for a heart.
You listen. You disregard the fluff. You reply at the right moment, every time.
We've danced this one before, after all.
Outside, not far from my window, a guy is shot in the head. He dies.
I take a sip of tea, tell you more about my problems. They fill my mind entirely.
His body lies immobile, more shots are fired, two others are hit. A black car disappears into the night.
I tell you something about how I can't get my relationships to work. This seems important.
They find the car in flames some miles away. The killer ghosts have vanished.
You tell me to sleep. It is a full Moon lunar perigee. None of us are superstitious.
The night is impenetrable, dark, claustrophobic. I reme
dirty musicianthe street lights pukeddirty musician6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cloak of yellow
and black spit away from cracked-
and it was
as if this man
or had been
to the place
from which he played
probably stolen from
or hell's only
a pawn shop
dollar bills fell
into it's coffin
as if hypnotized
by the guitar strings
in a slow-
sway only found
i like your shoesyou stamped your cigarette outi like your shoes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the bottom of your untied shoe.
(that you deny)
that i'm infiltrating
your already weak immune system.
you say, about your fake disease.
i'm terminal, too, you know.
you walked away for five minutes
(an estimate, you say)
i stole a cigarette of yours,
among other things.
i'll admit i'm a
P.S.I'm not writing this naked,P.S.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But my heart is.
And it writes with all the partially healed wounds of yesterday,
Beating perilously strong with this love of you.
Tears Dry On Their OwnI try to scream out pass these tortured lungsTears Dry On Their Own5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While ignorance surpasses empathy
I sing pass these tears that no one ever sees
Disappointment night after night
A sickness seems to get between me and what I love most
I've tried but it never seems like enough
I don't want to live like this
But this seems like the only life I know
I need the music to help me breathe
Though people say that I am a flame burnt out to soon
My time has come now
And I'm greeted at gates with a grim "welcome to the club"
MinnesotaMinnesota,Minnesota7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your only angel,
and she's sleepless
spitting dreams like
in an arch
across the continent
that licks like fire-
cries against my
as the leaves
blow through your
with the expensive-
death of roses,
cry out at Man
in your hospitals,
she'll be lost
behind a candle
in sonata but
I'll be well
on my way.
water your azaleas,
sun of yours
'cause I will
make it strain
to shine like
and when it
to grow dim towards
some place else,
you tell that moon
to lace its shoes
and where to
radiant childwho painted yourradiant child5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shades which haunt
while they still live
who set your place
with empty plate
at the Odeon
perched on Mulholland
to prophesy to
cry your death
over fading California
to inject those tropic
and (never) wake
as the meridian
the lost can sing
the history we bleed
on city streets
the same old
same - oh
and plaster your name
while angels weep
and color shrieks
too much alonewe live for days off,too much alone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
days away -
we earn our keep,
keep the peace,
one piece at a time.
we work for freedom from work.
find nothing is free,
not clean air,
not even freedom.
we eat to live,
not to eat,
wish not to be eaten,
we pay for walls and a floor,
for locks on a door -
for falsified news,
for calsified views.
we, who do all the work,
are thankful -
for what good there is, and
give what we can.
they, who profit from our work,
show little thanksgiving -
that they can't keep it all.
we treat each other formal.
we wonder what is normal.
we know -
this is NOT it!
llp - dec2010 - dA