Kiriban - The Wide Blue Yonder"You're a gutless, scrawny bit o' filth if ever there was, and ye'd be lucky ta' get a woman worth half o' me!" Paoclea shouted down at the boat, still hopeful she could employ her seductive wiles on the current object of her desire. Having spent most of her post-teenage life on Shillapo Island, she went out of her way to counter the stereotype that seagull harpies were crude, nasty and unpleasant: her black and while feathers were freshly groomed, snowy white hair recently cut and styled, and she had even bathed that very morning. Her natural assets were also on full display, as she wore nothing but a belt with some handy pouches at her waist, ensuring she cut a far more attractive figure that those females who covered themselves in bulky clothes. This male should have been wrapped around her little talon.Kiriban - The Wide Blue Yonder3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfortunately, her future lover was accompanied by two unruly females who seemed committed to preventing any sort of romance from blossom
Four Tiny LettersIt is a word ofFour Tiny Letters7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
four tiny letters -
and an innocuous L
to begin with.
How does this word
instill such fear
in our souls?
at the notion of
I am not afraid
of this syllable,
for it delineates perfectly
our complex relationship.
It is what we
are built upon,
yet as long as we
dance around it,
we can avoid the truth.
By placing it
so openly here,
I could lose you.
You may run
and I will never
catch up with
your lengthy strides.
I do not want to.
and it is all
that you and I
Saying Sorry.The wind blows strong and true,Saying Sorry.4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her body shakes,
But she knows what she has to do.
She raises a hand,
To knock on his door.
She'll see him again, she's sure.
And a shape at the window,
He's coming to greet her.
She's here for his face, his voice,
The way he implores
'Stop hurting yourself,
It isn't your fault.'
But he's here and he's angry,
He's heard it all before.
But she doesn't care what he says,
She isn't going away.
And he turns to leave,
She begs and pleads.
And in her face he sees,
A memory of how they used to be.
She quivers under his cold stare,
Something she recognises,
And then that glare has gone and now,
In his arms she smiles,
Are the words she says.
He shakes his head and tells her,
'I should never have let you get away.'
The Girl at the Coffee ShopThe girl at the coffee shop didn't notice me at first. She didn't realize that I lived right around the corner and that I stopped by almost every day after school to stock up on enough caffeine to get me through my homework, if not the evening as a whole. Sometimes I brought a friend or two along and we'd put our heads together and power through whatever new horror our biology teacher had assigned us that day. But I always seemed to get sidetracked and I'd prop my chin up in one hand and send more than subtle glances in her direction as the girl at the coffee shop steamed milk and stirred lattes, every now and then smiling her gentle, off-hand smile. It seemed like everyone knew, that everyone had heard how one day she would look over and see me and I'd walk right up to her and tell her how beautiful she was and how she haunted all my waking dreams with her quiet, mysterious air and deep green, thoughtful eyes. Although it didn't exactly happen that way, it was pure chance the day we mThe Girl at the Coffee Shop5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
our beginning.This morning is the colourour beginning.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of yesterday's red wine.
She relaxes into your skin;
forgets about the onwards
turning of time.
The radio warns of warm weather
but you see no reason to leave the bed.
There is the chatter of birds,
a promise of a new day ahead.
There are no thoughts,
just the turning of time,
the smell of the sheets,
- full of love and sweat,
just the sunlight and the moment.
You wonder at how she fits into your side,
a missing piece, a new limb.
You wonder at how you even tried
to find another, a new favourite thing.
This morning tastes like the truth -
she's back in your bed,
she's back in your heart.
So come on, lay back; smile.
Wait for the rest of your life to start.
[You might have to wait a while.]
love like concrete.we were broken,love like concrete.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but we saw the cracks,
and filled them in
with love and roses and wallpaper paste.
we used glue
and still it would not stick.
so we made love.
we made love like concrete.
we fed the gaps with concrete,
we fed the gaps with our love.
we made it from all the lumps
and bumps of friendship,
from the anger of our child-hood
from the scars across our thighs.
we made love.
we made love like concrete,
thick and grey and
we made love for our own sake..
we made love to fix us up,
we made it hard like
and we fixed each other
['we made love like my daddy makes concrete. thick and fast and grey. we made love to heal ourselves. drip by bloody drip.']
lowercasei carve insignificant poetry into my tonguelowercase3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hope the world will pardon the lack of
bated silence, for i write in nothing but
despondent screams and uppercase;
i've forgotten how to let everything go
and i'm tired of my incessant howling,
because it seems to me that the quiet
words are the ones that are the most
This Ugly, Beautiful WorldI took a school trip to Europe this summer.This Ugly, Beautiful World2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To be honest, I don't remember much of it anymore. It's all a blur of rushing through crowded streets and cramped bus rides and crowds of foreign languages. When I look at the pictures, in fact, I can't seem to recall taking most of them. I can't even tell what some of them are supposed to be.
Our first stop was Paris, France.
I hated it there. It was dirty. Smelly. Crowded. Disgusting. Wherever we found ourselves, disdain was the only courtesy that was shown to us by those who called the City of Light their home. It didn't even matter that I loved each inch of history that was told to us by our guide - I just wanted to go home and get away from the squirming, teeming atmosphere that clung to me like fog on a rainy day.
We spent three days in Paris.
The first day is nothing but a fractured, bone-weary mess in my mind that consists of walking and walking and eating and walking and listening and walking and walking. The second day is simply bit
Diminish All My FearsAs you watch your life flash past your eyesDiminish All My Fears5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You try to find the beauty hidden inside
Underneath the pain and all the lies
The echo of the sorrow and the cries
The haunting of the hell that you came to be
As you're racing through the fucked up memories
And you wonder why you've forgotten for so long
And how you've managed to pull it together, so strong
Your heart starts to race as it all comes flooding back
And you're falling apart in an embrace of an attack
Your panicking from overwhelming fear of yesterday
You're hoping that history can no longer stay
Repetition is bound to follow
And honestly, all this pain is too hard for you to swallow
So you push away all of your life that's been so unfair
Because now it's only sanity that you have to spare
You're stuck contemplating why it's all piled onto you
You're frustrated that you can't start over completely new
And so you try to end the pain so cold
Until you remember what you've been told
"I love you" from so many people, so many times
and you shall have no other godsbroken nailsand you shall have no other gods2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
digging into palms
made of soft and foolish skin
made of lifelines made of heartlines
made of veins spreading out like spiders
like trees like rivers
paper skin made of stories
made of the sleeping beauty sopor
beneath scrubby khaki trees
made of salt-scented prayers and
glitter-shot sighs and a tension
swollen and creaking as
damp wood as concrete
cracking in the heat. still as a statue,
lungs’ hushing hum, restless
like the sea. summer
pressing a hot and heavy breath
on the back of
adoration and sweat
gathering beneath my clothes.
heavy like a stone, you
know i’ll never let go. you
know. i am –
i am devout.
FreefallFreefall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell into love
with astonishing ease.
After years of believing
that one such as I
could never be caught,
it encompassed my world.
Always I had been the one
to hold my heart inviolate.
Lovers were left grasping
for my ephemeral affections,
while I danced away,
my emotions untouched.
All it took was a kiss,
one gentle kiss that belied
the devastation that would follow.
Bereft, heart rent like tattered silk,
when you danced away from me,
your emotions untouched.
And here I remain
wondering if, like me,
you will someday fall
with the same ease,
and the same shattering
of your soul upon impact.
these catastrophic disastersTherethese catastrophic disasters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a storm inside her
chest; a miasma of
thundering insecurities and
flashes of despair. The irony
is, she has
astraphobia—but inside her
mismatched veins there lies a
tempest awaiting to be
set free. The most beautiful
people have the ugliest of
and hers just happen to be a
hurricane of chaotic
doubt marring the insides of her
Lifespan.How longLifespan.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a piece of string -
The dash between the dates,
that hold your
to your grave?
is a long journey -
From Bankok to
Or is it from
love through complicated things
that makes the distance?
And no one ever really
How can you stand with me,
under these ceaseless skies,
complicating all the flowers,
naming them after
all your pretty little dreams?
How can you say,
'I will be someone,'
count the stars
and wish, for tomorrow to come?
When we're only alive for the day.
Carpe DiemFaces flushed,Carpe Diem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skin-on-skin contact and
frantic kisses in the
Bits and pieces all
wrapped up in
(un)poetic lips, burning
hotter than the sun.
"I don't give a
damn. I never want this
to stop. Oh, god, please,
this can't stop."
No care for the dimming of
the stars or the
moans that could wake
An intake of breath;
exhaling and eyes fluttering
open, pulse racing and
Misery settling on quivering
lips like a pandemic gliding
on blackened butterfly wings—
it was all just in her head.
goodnight.I'll hide my facegoodnight.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cause I don't feel beautiful
I'll curl up
in your empty clothes,
and think of what
they used to hold.
My room's too full
of old words,
thoughts of you
that grow cold.
Here's to your face, and my smile,
and hoping you might stay a while.
Here's to bad dreams and long fights
and one last tear stained night -
I'll whisper my words
cause I don't feel like talking,
I'll cover myself
in all your empty words,
your loose ends
and untied promises.
Here's to your face, and my smile,
and hoping you might stay a while.
Here's to bad dreams and long fights -
and one last tear-stained night.
[My hearts too full of old words,
and thoughts of you..]
Entwinewinter entwines itsEntwine2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cold fingers around the trunks
of skeletal trees.
she has the moon in her eyes, i'm afraidthe Moon was etchedshe has the moon in her eyes, i'm afraid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into her hazel eyes
shaken with summer's wonder
only to hear such tender words
swam of lover's lips
said marry me
carried on the breadth of grass's kiss
as you hold her for a dance
among the cosmos
(and darling, for who knew
how lovely lonely bodies could
fit lung by lung
by the little hearts)slowly
Sleeplessshe spends those sleepless nightsSleepless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caught in her little worlds,
cursed by the moonlight, dying in the twilight –
and the darken figure within her dreams
and the stories she spins of courageous men
end only in tragedies
(melodies are lost).
but the little bird which rests in her hands
awakens her from within,
hope fills her lungs, her heart, her soul –
when the time arrives and her bird sings
the softest tune,
she will become imprisoned
Today I Write For Me.Dear World,Today I Write For Me.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today I write for me.
Not for the lists of people, that stretch,
names reaching out across infinite eternity,
Not for my love, my twisted, broken love,
Not for my sisters, my shadowed, golden sisters,
Not for the people who i have yet to warn, of
my erratic nature,
my dark and stupid ways,
Not for the ones who think of me, my shell,
my dry and fledgling onion skin -
not them, who in the open think me great,
and other, ridiculous things.
Today I write for me.
For the girl who sucks her thumb when no one's looking,
and never forgets fullstops.
For the girl who's mind is so open she sometimes feels a chill,
For the girl who misses her youth,
For the paint and the passion
and the sex and the dreams
and the butterflies in jars,
and the regretted christmas presents,
and the occasional conversations with mirrors.
For the girl who's reading this,
For December's long sleeves, and the faded scars,
For the private smiles, and the jaded memories
And all my fail
on yearning to be something I'm not.I think in a previous life,on yearning to be something I'm not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must have been a coyote.
An ugly beast with an
ugly heart, with howls
echoing across ten thousand
"Please, give me the moon;
I can no longer stand the heat of
This world mocks me.
More love for a
night alone in
a winter's forest than
the lonesome aching in
my heart, I only
want to run with the
this desert-weary soul is
merely chasing rabbits across
empty highways. A coyote only
deserves putrid carrion and
not the thrill of the hunt—I am but a
song dog keening into the night for
the fangs of wolves to keep me cold.
Starsthe universe spirals out of your hands when you wave good-bye,Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when you write my name in the sky,
the stars within me die.
confessions of a misguided poetcertain things in my mindconfessions of a misguided poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would be better left unsaid,
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
today; just life,
the truth, and everything
that I never want to tell
poetry of a coffee drunk insomniac1poetry of a coffee drunk insomniac2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dawn pale skin
hushed love bites
my mind screams(!)coffee
(and all the extra cream)
while my veins bleed for sugar
in my dandelion tea(...)
begging for sheets
for the sun to creep
maybe startle me
brought me many more
the exhaust of written
the cigarette slips,
killing me ever so slow
maybe the moon
will kiss me
Character ProfilesName: GripCharacter Profiles6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Description: Around 6 feet tall. He wears a white button up shirt, trousers, boots, a very shabby and dirty black frock coat and tinted goggles at all times, although he often just uses these as a headband (The world he arrived from had perpetual night he has never really gotten used to the sun and so insists on keeping them close at hand.) Pale, with unkempt brown hair and blue eyes. Has various strange and archaic devices under his coat. Not very magical, but has shown some ability with water based magic.
History: Grip's history before coming to Felarya is a bit of a self kept mystery. What is known is he came from an industrialized world, although one with areas as wild as Felarya and bathed in perpetual night. The level of technology seems a bit behind other worlds, but is still capable of amazing things, like Grip's Travel Sphere. On that note, for whatever reason, he determined he needed to leave his world in a