Porcelain GirlPut me together and then pull me apartPorcelain Girl9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A porcelain girl, detached at the heart
In vague memories I remember the start
Putting brush to blank canvas, my failure is art
Pity ill suits me and wit even less
Battered and bruised you'll have your way with this dress
Ageless lips know no desire left to profess
Though in rhyme schemes and metaphor my passions digress
I loved you, you left me, we all transgress
But our union is spoiled, nothing holy to bless
Stolen youth requires words I cannot yet express
A porcelain girl, what a waste, what a mess
PUREWATER -- apologuePUREWATER -- apologue8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a time there was a house with thirty-four bottles of bleach lined up underneath the bathroom sink.
tiles white and walls washed over, the windows were blanked with newspaper rubbish-- a white jugged mosaic crossed with blue plastic labels dominating the walls of the tiny living room that a reclused boy and his cadaver of a sister called home.
he stocked them stoic, set them in line-- the forty-seven bottles under the kitchen sink proving three short for the week.
"one more hour today," he'd always say. "and then you'll be better tomorrow."
laid up and tied down by her very longlived specimenship, she counted. the bottles and the hours, the cramps and cringes, every day accounting different numbers to the attributes of her illness. she kept track, indelible by way of needle points and chemical burns, so that every single day, she could tell him.
it was the closest thing to truth she could still feel.
"thank you," she would always say, between her shivers.
Crystalline StreamsTrying to forget where I've been.Crystalline Streams9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm so filthy.
I'm sorry you had to see me like this.
I sold you a lie, that showed through my eyes.
And told you to cry a stain glass suicide.
Pity.Watch your step, my beautiful. I told you this bridge would be sturdy, but you didn't have to walk on high heels. Now, all that's left are the ruts in my spine. But don't let go, what's a little blood from a heart that still beats? Take that torch and begin to burn it, this bridge leads to the other life I had. The other life you've now made me left behind. But why, why when I look forward do I only see darkness? My angel, take your wings... why not fly us to the light you claim to call your own?Pity.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of all this falling and bleeding and cursing and dying
Just let me know you love me for trying.
Take piece by piece of what used to be me
Make yourself home at my end of existing.
You told me to go on. I was scared to admit I was afraid of the dark, at least I could pretend to be strong. But, as always, there's no way to show the strength you don't have. I know I'm falling now, tumblin
i will love you foreverI Will Love You Foreveri will love you forever10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice
And the way that we touch.
I love your warm smile
and your kind, thoughtful way,
the joy that you bring
to my life every day.
I love you today
as I have from the start,
and I'll love you forever
with all of my heart
When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away;
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.
This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you,
you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your heart,
I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.
So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever and Always,
I will Love You."
The Journey.The forest was a lonely place, sleeping to the slow weeping of the wind upon the leaves, waking to the dense blue fog of solace, I was afraid to move. Nowhere to go, no place to stay. It seemed I was destined to always be this way.The Journey.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing to lose, I ran through my forest. What seemed to be an intricate maze felt like one big circle, everything looked the same. Struggling in this abyss, hope torn for a better future, I closed my eyes and wept with the wind. Falling to the damp earth under me, I felt that resting here was no different than anywhere else I ever had, forever in this solace.
It changed one morning. I did not wake to the dense blue fog that clouded my vision to see nothing but me, but it was clear. The forest seemed to drag on forever behind me, but ahead lie a path. The first unique thing I've seen beyond entwined brambles and tall oaks for ages... not hesitating, I followed it.
threethree11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brain spins around
I'm finding it hard to resist
This cold metal ecstasy
Blood in my mouth
What did you eat today?
Were they red or blue?
Did they slide down nicely?
Is your world a bit fuzzy?
I saw you today
With your hair in your face
Your heart in your stomach
Your stomach on the ground
What did you eat today?
Did it pump on its way down?
Did it fight for its life?
Did it burn your insides?
I saw you today
No care in the world
But the hope for some love
To find and destroy
What did I eat today?
Was it shiny and new?
Did it bite my mind?
Did it shatter my world?
Oppgaven er enkel...Fortiden til Erlend er mørk og består av drap, røveri, plyndring og raning av eldre. Men det aller verste er at Erlend drepte alle som var penere enn han. Han var jo ikke så veldig pen heller, så han drepte ganske mange mennesker. Hva kan jeg si?Oppgaven er enkel...9 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Mannen var sjuk.
Men en regnfull sommerdag i 1984 døde Erlend etter å ha spist for mange marshmellows. Gudsjelov for det. Jeg har aldri møtt han, men jeg har hørt mye om han. Den eneste personen som brydde seg om Erlend, var hans åndssvake kone Kristin.
Hun lagde middag av de døde likene Erlend drepte, og brukte knoklene som tannpirkere. Erlend hadde en meget mørk musikksmak. Han likte å høre på Metallica og Dimmu. Huff...det er ikke rart han ble sånn som han ble. Musikken skaper mennesket. Hører man på dyster musikk, blir man en dyster person.
Jeg heller stearin i neseborene mine. Kan ikke puste. Jeg trekker frem revolveren og skyter meg i hodet. Nå
Chalk OutlinesChalk Outlines9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Hold my hand.
and together we'll walk into darkness. side by side.
not to be torn a part.
our dreams trying to lead us into different directions.
We let them die.
like our stories. our friends. our hopes. our wishes.
they got old and worn out. We'd do anything to be together.
(We are a puzzle.)
the 2 of us.
leaving the world around us incomplete
like a big puzzle that's lost it's pieces.
(We were a puzzle.)
we outlined ourselves in chalk. again.
to keep us safe. to stop the outside world from drawing us back.
drawing us a part from each other.
To belong to something that didn't rightfully deserve to
so we came back
and killed it.
everything was alright.
at least for a while.
then he came.