::Invisible::We are not who we were before.::Invisible::3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are ignorant of my existance,
locked away in your newfound world.
Not smiling at me, like you used to.
I am voiceless, unable to call your name.
I am broken, but you can't mend me.....
Not when I'm invisible.
it's raining in our hearts.four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into. your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt the most beautiful thing id ever seen since that would never count for anything. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt perfect since that tends to be so short-lived. but it was beautiful and perfect as you parted your lips and let your heart sing. it was raining outside when you said you loved me.it's raining in our hearts.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a week a
A House Divided Cannot Stand 2Ivan raised an eyebrow at the fork, but the connection was made clear. Alfred was Capitalist. Such a poor, stupid boy. He sipped the tea once more, "Actually, the USSR is Socialist or did you forget that was why the government wouldn't buy your filthy imports before the second World War. But being Amerikan, you wouldn't know the difference."A House Divided Cannot Stand 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfred stared, blinking confused. They were Socialist? But everyone said they were Commies . . . What is a Socialist by the way? Never mind! He was a RED (That was something not controversial . . . right?) and that was bad by itself! What was Socialism?
"It appears your cousin is much like the Chukchi," Ivan sighed, not worried about the idiot. He was probably trying to find his way back to reality without an actual path. When Alfred's mind began resuming conscious effort, he remembered he had a foot on the table and a fork aimed at the Soviet across the table.
His head snapped to Arthur, "Ship him back to his Commie-!"
Eggs...The cool, smooth white oval sat in the Greasers' hands with the upmost care and gentleness. Perhaps the paralyzing fear of dropping the thing is what kept the eggs still, kept them in one piece.Eggs...3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Mine's a boy, man! What's yours?" Sodapop asked excitedly, smiling down at his, "son," for a week and for fifteen percent of his final grade.
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. How can ya tell? It's not like they have-"
"Their eyes. Can I see yours?"
"No! You have your own baby."
"See, look. Yours is a girl 'cause she has those things on her eyes."
"Oh, you mean eyelashes," Steve said. "I get it."
The boys' class had been given each an egg to look after for one week, and no, Steve, you can't break it and get a new one, because the teacher had marked each egg specially and she expects each one back happy, healthy, well-adjusted children. They were to fill out a daily journal of what they do with the egg each day, give it a name, birthday, feed it, clean it, a
Darkness LivesClose your eyesDarkness Lives9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll see it fine
It's there each time
The only thing I
can depend on
The only thing
That's always there.
The other things,
They always leave me
I have felt betrayal
By all other living things...
Yet the darkness lives on
The darkness stays put
Stays in the corner
The corner of my mind
My mind where it's waiting
Waiting for me
For me to come
To come once more
Once more to look
To look and find
To find only that...
That the darkness lives on
You're My Music GirlYou're My Music Girl9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're My Music Girl
You're my music girl,
With the lyrics of life;
Teaching me tunes
About sorrow and strife.
Play me some songs
Under the stars;
You show me Venus
And I'll show you Mars.
You're the music girl
With the music of life,
That cuts through the air
Like the blade of a knife.
Petty and Dylan,
And all of the rest,
Sing you the songs
When you're feeling depressed.
Play me some music girl,
Under the moon;
Sing me the lyrics,
Teach me the tune.
Higher than high,
Lower than low;
I feel your music
Wherever I go.
When you need a friend
In the middle of the night,
I'll play you the song
That'll make you alright.
– 1996 Tom Wilcox
A House Divided Cannot Stand 3Alfred sat in the car, pouting like a child. He had settled himself in the far back because the Russki sat beside Arthur. Who knew the Brit was such a fucking pussy? He even treated the Commie-Socialist-Bunny with a degree of respect. Even Alfred wouldn't sink that low man! Even with all the guns of the USSR's Special Forces trained on him, ready to kill him at a . . . moment's . . . notice . . . Fuck his life.A House Divided Cannot Stand 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ivan looked out the window warily, his mouth set in a thin, grim line. He was in a Capitalist country, which meant they wouldn't treat him nicely. Still, he would not cower to their brutality. What neither of the Capitalists knew was that he had specifically told Spetsnaz to not fire by any means unless he was dead. They would, also, not interfere in any interactions between him and the civilians of the country. He would face it strong, and be the responsible one as often as need be.
NerveI believe it's time for an updateNerve6 years ago in Other More Like This
I know you don't know where I've been
I've been taking all this dust out my lungs
So I can go back to the place where they'll force it back in
Pain comes to those who want to succeed
The more you suffer the more you receive
Since what you know of pain is when you don't get your way
I'm sure that your life is simply a breeze
Baby comes easy- she's one of a kind
But babies like her are a dozen a dime
She got animosity at a discounted price
And she's willing to share when she has the time
Chest-cavity hollowed, pitted and rotten
Head cleansed with peroxide, congealing and clotted
Virginity sold to whoever would buy it
Conscience decayed when it was forgotten
Sometimes I wonder if she feels pain
But then I remember how ugly she is
And those things so ugly have their nerve endings raped
And I know to all those aging faces you're a pretty pair of legs
But if I pulled your insides out?
You wouldn't be so pretty then.
Broken Sleep, Red LipstickI am only an insomniac when it rains. The pitter patter of the raindrops reminds me of the pitter patter of cat paws.Broken Sleep, Red Lipstick1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(He liked to sleep at my feet when I could barely think, just to make me feel better. I think you used to tell him to.)
I wish I could wrap your memories around my spine and wear them as a backbone, because they are stronger than the arch my broken spined back seems to have developed of late.
(Spines are oddly brittle, and a lot like wrists. Easy to break and forever to heal.)
But I cannot depend of any of that anymore. So I wear red lipstick and high heels and go to parties and tell strangers how amazing they are to be wearing red lipstick and high heels and how different they must be to come to this party instead of the other one.
(All because you would hate parties and think nightlife is so stupid.)
It is what I do with my insomnia. Because my spineless back, the memories of you incessantly looped in my sleeplessly addled brain and the raindrops
Do you still--think you got the best of me?Do you still--3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
assume i'm still crying over glass pieces of my heart?
believe i'll never be the same again?
because i'll be better.
feel like i want you back?
just to show you how unbroken i am.
think i need you like i used to?
assume that i'll still be waiting under a rainy sky with unread letters?
believe i'm only a reader who gave up writing for you?
because i'm better than before.
feel like i don't mean a word i say?
it's because you never knew me.
Teddy BearFriendship. Nothing else made Loki's mind swim as much as that single word. What defined a true friend? What made these humans crave friendship so greatly? Was it real or nearly another habit the creatures clung to, like brushing their teeth at certain times throughout the day?Teddy Bear2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loki didn't need friends. He had ever had them and he never would.
The Avengers. He was technically a part of them now, but he had never felt so on the outside before, so not belonging with them. (Or anyone, for that matter.) Even he and Thor, who's relationship had been somewhat salvaged, no longer felt genuine. At least, that's what Loki thought about the matter. Loki thought about a lot of things, especially during his daily walks, which, thank you, he preferred to take alone.
On this particular day, he noticed a small child, a girl with blonde hair who couldn't have been older than seven. She had tripped and scraped up her knees pretty badly. The girl's mother held her as she cried, her head resting against
Her MouthHer Mouth6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her mouth tastes like autumn -
late harvest snap of winesap apples
rich damson plums
and silver stars -
A House Divided Cannot Stand 1Alfred leaned back in his chair as the teacher droned on about literature. Mr. Kirkland was so boring, all business like and a 'gentleman'. He had a heavy British accent, but it wasn't unusual since he was in London for his schooling. Actually, he was a foreign exchange student and living with Mr. Kirkland. That wasn't weird at all . . . The guy was single and not really good at relating to children, even worse they were related. You totally couldn't tell since the Brit seemed to always have a persistent stick up his ass. Was the guy ever young? That would be a question never to be answered; but he could be a kid at heart. Like a little kid. Arthur Kirkland was a fairy nut, thinking they were real and talking to the air. It was seriously embarrassing, but since Arthur didn't understand that, Alfred felt embarrassed for him. But seriously, Americans would never be embarrassed unless it was to help someone else. Yeah, totally! They weren't the heroes of the world for nothing man!A House Divided Cannot Stand 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
blue morningsholding outblue mornings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
impossibly bated breath
blue like the morning
as it touches the canvas
of your sheets,
billows of cloud
this is not what
i asked for.
i never said
i needed more
than a hand to hold,
for you to touch my heart;
you lent me your body
and a person
much more than is sure
as the stars.
(as though the certainty
of those celestial jewels
that you were less afraid.
burning like a forest fire,
sinks its teeth
into your copper skin,
reflective and deep;
you touch me too tenderly
for me to believe
that i am just an embellished vessel-
you speak to me too softly
for me to believe
that you don't feel at least
half of what i do.
i need words-
less poetic than a letter,
but more honest than one as well-
written on my wrists
so that when i look at my hands
you can't give yourself
what you want most,
or why i am able,
to wrap you in my arms,
too pale for an
Music GirlMusic Girl9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the music rescue you;
Flight for life when you're feeling blue.
On the dark side of the rainbow,
Black's the only hue.
Take a supernatural starship
To the heavens up above.
Through a lipstick sunset
With the person that you love.
Your music is what carries you
To another place in time;
No one seems to understand,
It's the lyrics not the rhyme.
Share with me your loneliness,
I'll help you if I can.
If only I were there with you.
I'd be your Music Man.
– Tom Wilcox 09/29/96
Barbie BlitzWas a sunny day, but alas, a boring one for our Greasers, Sodapop Curtis and Two-Bit Matthews. Both were bored out of their minds, and Two-Bit let whoever was listening know this.Barbie Blitz3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Sodaboy? I mean, Ponypop? I mean, buddy?"
"Yeah?" Soda lazily replied, taking another sip of Coca-Cola, trying to make it last.
"I'm particularly bored at this moment."
For the eighth time Sodapop cringed. "Well, do somethin'."
The words "Do something," were nothing but permission for Two-Bit to seriously harass someone. As mentioned, this had already happened eight times today. Why Soda never got up and went home to enjoy his day off from the DX, he'll never understand.
So this time around, rather than belching beer burps in his face or imitating Mickey Mouse, Two-Bit tugged one strand of Soda's gold hair, then another, then a few more, until an entire small part of his hair was sticking in many directions and not slicked down all tuff like the rest.
Before Soda could grab Two-Bit's wrist and tw
Not in this LightNot in this lightNot in this Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skin falls pale
Nothing left to hide
Death surrounds my graying lips
Nothing left of life inside
My eyes turn to black
No expression on my face
Just an empty stare into the sky
Just an empty soul in an empty place
No lips that part in silent prayer
I have had my fill, I have had my share
The sun rises over me
Powerless to possess
Powerless to inspire
Passing from the west to east
Into the earth, the final leaf
Into the night.
I am through with the shining, expected from the weak
The strength I gave in spite of you, is no longer left inside of me
A stranger to myself
I don't know you anymore
I will never see you again..
Not through these eyes
Not in this light.
old and time-weathered soul.Emily liked to imagine that she was from a different time.old and time-weathered soul.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d sit on her bed and smooth out the covers, fold the sheets with crisp lines and perfect, symmetrical shapes. She’d place the chipped tea cup on the bookshelf and push back the linen curtains. But she would never open her eyes. No, you see, because if she did, she would have to see the traffic that buzzed like summer bees below her and the water stain dripping down the side of her window. She’d have to admit that outside, reality was not what she wished, and, frankly, she wasn’t ready to stop pretending.
So, instead, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She imagined that beyond the four walls she called home, there were open moors and grass that swept against ankle and calf and then inner knee. She imagined that trees draped over the sides of a porch and that her Labrador was free to run amongst the unfenced wild yonder. She imagined gentle whickering coming from the n
The Randomness Of SadnessI know it's wrongThe Randomness Of Sadness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it's burning my heart
I am sorry
but I couldn't keep it up inside
I just wanted a piece of love and appreciation
I know this'll throw me where I deserve
and I'm afraid...
it'll hang my flesh and stab me with my own bones
I'll regret it, and I'll cry my soul from it
but I'm weak, and it was eating my guts
I couldn't keep it up inside
my heart is bleeding and my skin is drowning in my tears
I live every single minute counting my heartbeats
I'm going to die someday
I wish I was never born, so I won't die
I asked for help and I found the way
the way that makes that door open for me
I don't refuse, but it's so far and I'm too weak to reach it
I couldn't keep it up inside, all alone
nobody's better than me, I just wanted to taste some love
even if it was a lie, 'cause lies are my dreams
they created my life and who I am
they burn my heart, and that living hole is steaming
it blames me for what I've done
it sounds so innocent and beautiful
and I'm too weak t
A House Divided: Ch. 15She finally made it so no capitalist pigs stood between her and her beloved brother. She ran and jumped into his arms at such a force that it knocked him to the ground. Some passersby glanced at the two whom they assumed to be love-birds before shaking their head at such a shameless display, but hey, this was the Seventy's. Hippies and mud girls were just beginning to ebb, but still it was very much alive. Peace and love, right? As it was, Natalya was showering her brother with kisses while his American boyfriend just stared, not exactly knowing what just happened.A House Divided: Ch. 153 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Uh . . . Ivan?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
Natalya looked up and took in the sight of the boy wearing denim pants and a disgusting American flag shirt. This must be the American whom had placed her brother under such horrible trials for the past six months. She frowned, he didn't look very adept in torture, then again, he didn't look quite adept at anything. Actually, he looked pretty stupid f
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
YouYou there, yes youYou3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know
Something you need to hear
And something I want to tell you
You are beautiful
I want to be telepathic
I want to walk by and
Whisper into your mind
Like a whisper in your ear
You are beautiful
I want to perform inception
I want the notion to take root
I want you to believe it because it's true
Tall, short, skinny, thick, light, dark
And everything in between
Whether you be a man or woman
The undefined, indefinable, and defying
You are beautiful
Don't doubt it
Don't listen to the demons in your head,
The disses spat by the ones who doubt themselves
You are beautiful
While I'm here I want to tell you something else -
When you are upset and feeling alone
Remember you are one of my six billion siblings
And you are special, unique, and important -
I love you