IndiaThe sea took'd me...India4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And oh my country of newlywed clouds how I remember you, dust and rain
and mud and spice in air. And in summer, baking roads and hot languages; a million
dialects, or eight hundred: I never learned you, I never will. I only loved you and I think
that is not enough, perhaps it never was, but how do I know? I know loneliness,
and how can you know that? I was a child, am a child, am something less or more now
And how can you think of beauty? Do you hear yourself? Your radios are blaring
noise; your television shows are preaching idiocy to a million people
who hear and conscious or not, listen. I've been away from you so long
that my tongue has unravelled. When I tried, people assured me
I was tongue-tied. Someone told me I spoke true, but I have never
answered you. You have never asked me to.
There's a sadness in me somewhere, now,
it could be hiding in my soul but the
Summer WomanWoman, you are my burnt sienna sculpture on Sun-days.Summer Woman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are hiding my strength in rufous hair
and I feel you: russet-flushed to the touch,
jagged collarbone curving into neck,
easing into shoulders, into breasts;
woman, you are the warmest stone –
you are summery stone
to my water-drenched hands.
Woman in deepest reverie, you are hiding
my strength in pacific oceans of titian;
in running veins. My grasp
slips from skin slopes of sun and stone,
slips from you.
Woman of ragged flint and oil,
in sleep, your wind-kissed stone-neck drifts,
surges into a soft arch in air –
and does not meet ground;
and does not bow.
Without chainsi. Nightmares fall from my eyes like a thousand tiny stars, glittering like silver doves at four-in-the-morning, when everyone should be asleep and yet no one really is, and there's nothing I can do to stop their fallWithout chains4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
there's nothing I can do to stop your fall
ii. In the darkness, I can hear you breathe.
"Just close your eyes," you whisper, "and everything's going to be all right."
The nightmares keep falling, crashing on the sheets like the lies from your lips.
You loved lying more than you loved me.
Thirst of a Poetthe bards have bumblebees in their mouths,Thirst of a Poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for language is babbling,
a brook in a bowl, joy brimming;
billowing, rippling, surging
and spilling; sashaying down,
with a swaying sound (oh-so wistful, oh).
language is burbling,
an impish kiss of mouth from mouth;
bewildering, baffling, bemusing
and tricking; tumbling round,
to touch a fellow Fool and his nought (so wistful, oh),
and disturbs a Poet, who slips
into a dream of a vagabond
"where are you calling from?" he murmurs,
in his sleep, and the newspaper flutters
with a snore; then rests on his chin (just so, oh),
and language sidles past him up to me,
and places a river upon my lips,
EmoA tear seems to fall from spaceEmo9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and land on her check.
It adds to a river
that falls off her chin.
The stain of blood on her sleeve,
She looks at her arm
with pulsing eyes she stares at the blood,
like her tears, running.
Afraid of her peers comments
labeling her for something she is not.
Emo, the word rang sourly.
The tears ran faster,
as though racing the blood.
Her black hair clings to her face,
and again she cuts.
One for the laughter,
Once for the looks,
another for her pain,
Her arm pulsing,
One for the names,
One more for the pushing.
She watches her pain drain from her arm.
She smiles, then thinks,
they will pull back her sleeve
and laugh at her pain, again.
Emo, the word rand sourly.
Emo, she thought.
Emo, she said out loud
and she cried.
II: The Iavarone OffensiveII: The Iavarone Offensive7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
An earsplitting explosion rocked the trench, throwing mud up into the air around Guardsman Nathaniels head. Hed lost all hearing, and he was sure his sight was next, with the after burn of artillery detonation lingering in the black of pre-dawn. He didnt know what was happening, but he knew what could.
Quickly, Nathaniel ducked down, charging blindly down the claustrophobic rows of earth towering over him. Last night with his squad itd all seemed so mundane, but the nightmare hed awoken to left his senses deadened. He slid to a stop by where hed awoken only minutes before, frantically feeling for his vox-caster in the dark.
This is Guardsman Nathaniel of the 31st regiment, 3rd platoon, forward support squad beta, do you read!? he invariably screamed over the roar of ordinance. The chugging rhythm of heavy-weapons was his response over the caster. Damn it!
He looked up the trench as fire blew the wall inwards only metres down t
EvieIt started with the falling flowers. Evie sat on the small balcony's balustrade and watched the red petals drift down to the street. They were the only color on the gray asphalt, surrounded by lighter gray walls under a cloudy sky.Evie1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Like diamonds, Evie thought, or drops of blood.
Her feet dangled in the air, five stories above the ground. Her parents always told her not to sit on the balustrade like that – you'll break your neck one of these days – but when she was alone, Evie did it nonetheless. Hour after hour, day after day.
Only the old man living in the flat above would accompany her, though he probably didn't even know that she was there. Humming, he would water his flowers, pluck off dead leaves, put them from the shade into the sun and back again. Every day, until now.
Now, the red petals were falling, and Evie knew that he was gone.
divine silencespearsdivine silence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
those fragile moments I spent etching my prayers into my skin,
holding them up like gifts for a mute god to see, blood collapsing
ly be dead
Der KupferdrahtjungeEr wurde geschaffen, um einen verlorenen Sohn zu ersetzen. Er hatte Gefühle, Träume, einen Namen, doch sein Körper war nicht menschlich. Gebrannter Ton formte sein Rückgrat, die Rippen und den Kopf; sein Gesicht war eine Maske aus weißem Porzellan. Gewundenes Kupferdraht bildete sein Fleisch, biegsam und stark, aber kalt.Der Kupferdrahtjunge2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Die Frau, deren Sohn er hatte sein sollen, traute sich nicht, ihn anzusehen. Wenn er den Raum betrat, schloss sie die Augen. Nur in dieser Dunkelheit sprach sie mit ihm. Sie ließ zu, dass eine Illusion die Realität ersetzte und nach sechs Jahren wurde die Illusion für sie zur Wirklichkeit. Bis zum Tag ihres Todes erlaubte sie ihrem künstlichen Sohn, sich um sie zu kümmern. Danach war er allein.
Tag für Tag blickte Felix vom Küchenfenster in den Park hinaus. Das Haus um ihn herum war still, dunkel und leer, und er fühlte sich genauso. Er konnte die Leere in seinem Inneren sehen; durch die Lü
Falling"Did you fall for me?" A long pause. "Yes."Falling4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tonight I figured out why they call it falling.
Standing on a ledge, it's your choice. Jump or don't?
Your choice is not made without coaxing, of course. Words like "What's the worst that could happen?" or "Maybe things will be different
this time." flood your ears and push you forward. Your voice of reason is all but forgotten. It's pleas for you to stop and think are ignored.
So you jump.
And it's a rush.
Your heart is pounding like it might explode, and you feel... invincible. Untouchable. You close your eyes and can imagine that you are not falling, but flying.
And you can only hope that the other person is falling as quickly and as hard as you are.
Soon, much too soon, you begin to be able to see. You can see the bottom and it occurs to you that you had no idea what you were jumping into.
You're not scared, though.
Because you know. You know that other person is going to catch you. Happy endings aren't just for fairytales, you know.
The Guardian of Wind and ForestThe machine loomed above her. Its left side had sunken deep into the ground even though it hadn't rained in days and small trees grew knee-high all around the vehicle. The plants had appeared over night, out of thin air it seemed.The Guardian of Wind and Forest2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alea wound her way through the shrubbery to take a closer look at the wood harvesting machine. The door of the driver's cab stood open at an angle like a broken wing. Silvery scratches marred the yellow finish, bearing witness of the enormous momentum with which the machine had been attacked. Around the scratches, something darker glinted on the metal. The sight made Alea shudder, even though she could not tell why.
Just then, a gust of wind rustled through the surrounding forest and a single black feather glided to the ground. Alea picked it up. It was almost as long as her arm, much too large for any bird she knew, and the feather's tip was covered in the same dark substance she had noticed on the scratches.
Close up like this, there was no do
weak ends.monday.weak ends6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
today is the first time in a long time that i have woken up afraid; afraid because i cannot see the sunrise, and because i do not remember who i am without you. we listen to the weather report on the radio, and your fingers are freezing in mine.
the storm that blew through in the night shattered my bedroom window, and i breathe you in like burning driftwood as you help me clean up the soggy leaves and broken glass. i cut my finger on a jagged edge, and neither of us speak as you help me wash off the blood, because some wounds leave you with nothing to say.
my room smells like smoke and vanilla and the way you used to touch my skin. now we lay like parallel lines along the mattress, silent and unable to breach the darkness that separates our bodies. i fall asleep crying and in the morning there is salt on my eyelashes. i leave before you wake.
i don't kiss you anymore, and my heart is so cold. you are my best frien
RainOnce upon a time,Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Because isn’t that how all stories begin?),
The earth was a barren and dry wasteland.
With nothing more to grow on it than sand and rocks.
The folks who lived here liked this just fine.
Plenty of room to walk until you were so tired all you could do was lay on the ground and sunbath.
And once upon this time,
There lived a very small girl.
Not because she was particularly young, in fact she was as old as the sand dunes,
She was just small.
Her name was Blue.
This was because she loved to stare into the sky and marvel at its color.
She decided she liked it so much, it would be her color too.
Everyone mocked her for this.
They found her navy skin and aqua hair silly.
And so they said so.
Blue never thought much of this, but her brothers did.
They thought constantly about her strangeness.
And worried that her strangeness might rub off onto them.
Their friends had told them it would after all.
Their parents had told them that was silly afte
Puzzlement and FrustrationPuzzlement and Frustration4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Passion and Loneliness
Chapter 7: Puzzlement and Frustration
"Are you quite sure you don't need anything, honey? I've got some scrumptious pastries here, you know; and maybe you'd like a cup of tea?"
Bunny Briefs stood in the door-opening to the infirmary, watching her daughter give her a reassuring smile as she half-sat up in the bed she was currently sharing with that handsome, injured man.
"Maybe just a sandwich and some juice, mom But I have to be careful not to wake him."
Only half-aware of what she was doing, Capsule Corp's heiress put a stray strand of aqua hair behind her ear in an attempt to improve upon her appearance. Not that she wasn't always radiant; but she'd practically done nothing but lie in bed with Vegeta for three days now; only getting out to shower, go to the toilet and groom for a bit. He was unconscious most of the time, so he hardly noticed her presence, and wh
SchmetterlingsfaengerSie kniete mitten im hohen Gras, umgeben von schwankenden Halmen. Löwenzahnsamen verfingen sich in ihrem Haar. Der Blick des Mädchens war nach oben gerichtet, zum strahlenden Blau des Sommerhimmels. Sie schien auf irgendetwas zu warten.Schmetterlingsfaenger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zögernd machte Theo ein paar Schritte auf sie zu. Er hatte sie noch nie gesehen; wahrscheinlich war sie ein Feriengast oder gerade erst zugezogen. Sie hatte ihn noch nicht bemerkt.
Ganz langsam hob das Mädchen etwas in die Höhe. Das Sonnenlicht brach sich darauf und helle Lichtpunkte tanzten über die Wiese – ein Glas. Es war ein großes Einmachglas, wie Theos Großmutter sie benutzte. Was wollte die Fremde damit? Sie benahm sich ohne Zweifel ziemlich seltsam, aber dennoch war sie im Moment die einzige gleichaltrige Gesellschaft, die ihm geblieben war. Seine Freunde waren gleich zu Beginn der großen Ferien in den Urlaub gefahren.
„Was machst du da?", fragte Theo. Er stand nun direkt hinter dem Mädchen, doch sie blieb einfach reglos sitzen und hielt ihr Gla
Epinephrine WhisperI bleed fearEpinephrine Whisper6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and breathe paralysis
drug myself into sanity
and drip with the rain
every drop a thought
falling out of my soul
and tripping out of my brain.
I crawl screaming and sobbing
to the phone
and listen for hours to
the white noise of
the static dial tone.
My fingers shake
as I call
the crisis hotline
child youth mental health team.
she doesn't know
she doesn't know
she doesn't know
I don't have a
I don't have a
My therapist isn't here today.
"Sorry. Would you like to leave a
I hang up
bite my hands
until they bleed
and bang my head against the floor
again and again
I dial the number
Ask for the psychiatrist
that saw me at the hospital.
He's on break.
He'll be coming back
in an hour.
there's no time.
I'll be dead by then.
I need to talk to someone.
She doesn't tell me
to hold on,
she doesn't keep
Without Grace~February 1998~Without Grace4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Both of my hands rest on the gentle swell of my abdomen. Standing in front of the window above the sink, I draw invisible magic circles on the skin over the baby girl nestled inside my expanding body. I stare out the window at nothing, while a tiny smile plays upon my lips. My eyes may not see, but my imagination is in full swing; I am dreaming wide awake. It is a parent's natural inclination. I see puppies, ribbons and lace, school buses, tears, phones, boys, books and hands clasped with matching gold bands.
We are close, she and I. We share the same breath, the same nourishment. She startles when I do and she doesn't like when I am upset. I don't know that I have ever been closer to anyone, as I am my children. They were literally a part of me, my body their first home. I felt every flutter, movement and wiggle until they were jabbing elbows, backsides and knees. An attentive hostess, I watch with wonder and fearful trepidation as the two of us grow togeth
autobiographythere's a broken boyautobiography2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that lives down the hallway -
a collection of worn-out dreams and wanderlust
sewn together by all the promises they never kept.
they say good things come to those who wait,
but he's been waiting
and w a i t i n g ,
so long he doesn't know
who or what he's waiting for anymore.
he doesn't know what he wants.
because mother wants him to go to college,
brother wants him to stop pestering,
daddy doesn't say.
but he wants out.
he wants to run away and never look back,
change his name and never be seen again.
stop existing to the people who push him too far.
he wants to discover new places,
find love in the corners
of old caves and stonehenge and paris.
the city of love, they call it.
he can learn to love himself.
[broken boys make for good poems,
but recovering cutters don't just happen.]
MessageOn theMessage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once cried my prayers
into, I found a note:
remember me as a time of dayi.remember me as a time of day2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
"it's okay to think about leaving;
the earth doesn't deserve you.
count to infinity before you sleep &
don't stop 'til you know you're gone."
the man in the moon
the four things she thought about
before she jumped.
between you and me,
the world is only gonna break your heart.
We meet at the sea strandIf I was an old buildingWe meet at the sea strand2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
and if you were a sailboat,
the dialogue of the tides would
sing all the lonesome love
letters you never wrote.
Your Words are WeaponsYour words are the bulletsYour Words are Weapons4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your mouth is the gun
They pierce my heart
As you have your fun
Your hatred is a blade
Sharpened with every word
You twist it in my heart
Until I get what I deserve
Your distaste is noose
Tightened around my throat
Every word pulls it tighter
While you laugh as i choke
Your words are the arrows
Your mouth is the bow
You kill me painfully again
With every successful blow
I know that you enjoy this
This anguish that I am in
You kill me slowly with every
Malicious word that you send