Angel in everyoneA Heart Of GoldAngel in everyone3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A World Of Pain
A Smile In The Sun
A Cry In The Rain
A Hand Outstreched
A Fist Balled Up
An Angel From Heaven
A Complete Screw Up
A Voice Like Velvet
A Sound Never Heard
A Poem From The Heart
Never A Word
A Loving Soul
A Confused Mind
Never Once Kind
Drying Up Tears
Cleaning Up Blood
A Warm Embrace
A Heart In AFlood
No Color At All
Wings Spread Open
Hiding Against The Wall
A Bright Smile
A Scared Heart
Writing The Story
Making The Art
She Leads The Way
She Follows Unknowning
She Knows Where She's Taking Her
She Wonders Where They're Going
The Clouds Open Up
Her Eyes Gain Their Hue
The Angel Turns To Her New Friend
She Sees Its Her Cue
She Flies Up WithA Smile
Her Wings Start To Grow
She Waits Patiently
All Her Worries Are Astrow
She Greats Her Friend On The Cloud
Her Face Regains Its Tone
She Teaches Her How To Live Again
Her Smile Is Finally Shown
Lost Boys - Chapter OneI woke up on an examining table, holding my eyes shut against the bright light trained on me from above. My mind was floating. There was burning ache inside me, spreading from my stomach, but it was faint and far away and I felt strangely content. I knew that I'd been given painkiller, and a lot of it. The last time I was awake, I'd been screaming.Lost Boys - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I could hear voices nearby - three of them, two men and a woman, almost next to the table. They must not have realized I was awake, because I'd never heard the doctors talking so excitedly around me. I lay as still as I could and tried to listen.
'... severe reaction... almost immediately rejected the sample... nothing like the desired effect, or the control group's results...'
'Was it really just allergic? ... he could... much more useful as a new variable now... We need to study the effect further.'
'I'll present the reports to the executives. If that goes well... shift the project's entire focus... huge breakthrough...'
'We can increase h
16.7.1945You can't blame them for what they did, not really.16.7.19453 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their war, ensnaring the most powerful countries in the world and sending millions of their finest young men and women out as if to the slaughter, had been raging for nearly six years. Both sides showed no sign of faltering, entertained no thought of surrender. Something had to be done to break the psychological stalemate. Something that would make men fall to their knees in awe even as their cities and their people disappeared in a flash of white light.
What the scientists and the handful of informed onlookers say today in the desert under heavy rain will never be known by man, for the age of man will end in approximately ten seconds. There was talk that the test be delayed until the storm has passed to avoid magnifying the fallout, but orders came from far above that they need these results now, and when the scientists get an order like that, it would cost them more than their lives are worth to ignore it. They place bets while t
listenif i don't make itlisten3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to heaven, promise you will
visit me in hell
Self portrait-Self portrait2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the time he arrived home
dinner was over.
tomorrow had eaten today
and it was yesterday again.
he crawled into an unmade bed
when he was new
they told him he could be anything.
oh, how he grew so small.
Ode to PrinterOh printer,Ode to Printer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish that
He stares at
He looks at
You as though
You will begin
To speak to him
(Though I doubt
You share a common
He comes running
As you begin to
Paper in and spitting
It out as you
Ink words and images
(As though what he
Needs is being printed,
And he needs to grab it
Before anyone sees.)
Cease and Desist,
Your siren calls,
Of being an oracle.
Cease and Desist
Release my cat.
The DoctorWhen I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.The Doctor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquisitively.
"It's one of her emotions. This doesn't attack the same way that normal diseases do, there are all sorts of different symptoms. Right now, she is sad and the only way that I know how to explain it is that she is feeling down."
"What do you mean by down?"
"Her emotions can best be described as ones that are upwhen she is feeling good, and
Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But