autoflowerreorganize the bodyautoflower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my artillery is a hall full of dancers
because to avoid death the ocean divides itself
and divides itself
until she's a shadow full of rooms
or eventually even the acid and the earthquake
But we've imagined this backwards.
the elephant's battered radiation talks all prophets from the building
Upon the stockpile mouths flood dry
and so many cardinals
of that hollow universe
And so what, auction the wind
After, no one will be left to speak
and I laugh because the same parts divide us
For the machine:
I hang these plane crashes from your clotheslines
hide and seek.when we played hide-and-seek,hide and seek.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was always too good at hiding
so one by one, they'd all eventually give up
until you were the last one looking everywhere,
determined to find me,
and you did.
one day i slipped into the woods
and you knew i was in there,
but you didn't dare follow me
because you were afraid of getting lost
so there i was, disappearing deeper and deeper into the shadows of the trees
and the moment i knew no one would ever come
was the moment i realized i didn't know my way out of the woods.
.the reaper plays.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
solitaire when he's got
some time to kill
but when your time's
up it's back to work, cos
he's gotta make a living
like the rest of us
Beautiful and UglyI have an affinity for beautiful things.Beautiful and Ugly6 years ago in Other More Like This
(A delicate filigree necklace that used to belong to your grandmother)
And ugly things.
(The school across town that looks like a prison)
And finding beautiful in the ugly.
(The filthy alley full of ragged grafitti screaming love)
And finding ugly in the beautiful.
(The gorgeous-as-summer girl who has so many regrets and lies and secrets.
She never smiles.)
And everything in between.
(The boy who looks so beat down, it hurts.
But when he sings, it's so joyful, it's achingly breaking.)
And then, there's just the... normal.
Tomorrow i won't remember youT o d a yTomorrow i won't remember you5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ripped a page out of a magazine in the waiting room
Just because I could
And to be frank
I had been waiting too long.
I deserve a souvenir
And the girl in the magazine
reminded me of
T o d a y
felt like it
And I don't really
give a fuck
Of lung cancer
Because at least I won't have to miss you so much.
T o d a y
I bought flowers
and gave them to
Because I felt sad
In their smiles I saw your happiness
And I wondered
do you even smile anymore?
T o d a y
I wondered aloud on a crowded bus
How you were doing that day
I got stares
didn't really care
and i wondered aloud
if they even realized that i wasn't cra
does he love you?Other boys dreamed of flying, of seeing the stars, of fighting in wars and in firesbut you dreamed of physics. While your friends sword-fought in the backyard you were discovering electricity, the bulbs lighting in your hands as if by magic. The wires were warm under your fingers, the batteries dense and perfect, and you knew what it meant to be happy. Soon you graduated from high schoolbut you were not thinking of freedom or even of college; you were thinking of becoming an engineer.does he love you?5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And at this moment you are at a school four hundred miles from me, at a place where your professors can give you something I never could. You are hungry for electronsyou thirst for computer chips and current. You long for knowledge and all I could ever offer you would be words. For you, a story would never be enough. I could never make you cry with only poetry, I could not whisper anything into your ear that would make a difference. You could never love me the way you love science.
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18~~~~~December 24, ( 8 weeks and 2 days later)~~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D wandered around the halls of Kong, entering the lobby, singing out 'Deck the Halls' into the empty room. " 's da season to be jolly!" Looking around the decorations lining the walls, he felt happy that Murdoc gave in to celebrating Christmas. He usually did though, as long as there were lots of presents, which there were. 2D happily did most of the shopping online, buying Murdoc some new shirts that he'd like as well as a nice pair of cuban heels, since his others were faded out. His gifts to Noodle consisted of Japanese candy, Powerpuff Girls night gown, and a Pikachu plushie. Russel shopped for himself, so he didn't need to get anything for him. While the singer was pondering his gift decisions, he hadn't notice Murdoc right in front of him and nearly bumped into him, hadn't it been for Murdoc putting a hand on his shoulder first. "Wo-Oh! 'ey M
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20I decided to stop dilly-dallying and get right to the birthMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 204 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~The big day~~~~
It's been nearly a whole month since the last ultrasound, and 2D was tired of the being inside of him. He was so tired of the kicking as well as the cramps he got FROM the kicking. As he sat on the couch in the Winne, his mind began to roam again. The diaper changing, the child bathing, teaching her manners. "Ugh!" He just wasn't ready. His eyes focused on the clock on the wall, his mind still racing. "Everybody's here wif me...got no camera to see...don' fink 'm all in dis world...da camera won'--" He cut himself off with a yawn. His attention turned to the door as it swung open and the bassist stepped in with a plastic bag. "Oh, 'ey Muds." The bassist smiled and handed the singer the bag. "I jus' went to Taco Bell." Digging into the bag, 2D quickly unwrapped a taco and bit into it. "Mmm. Fanks Muh-doc!"
Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
I thirst for flamesMy dreamsI thirst for flames5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer quench my thirst.
Of my mind slowly tear away.
I long for you,
What's more, I long to feel alive.
No longer keep me sane.
So very pointless.
I love you, but you don't know me.
Do I even know you?
Are my life-force
My candle in this obsidian night,
Yet they are not enough.
I long to blaze!
I long to feel liquid fire
Scorch the parched riverbeds of my body.
I long for passion!
To awaken my soul,
To bring life into these lifeless limp limbs.
I long to be a hellish inferno of emotions,
Feelings burning away this dead husk
To reveal that which hides underneath.
I long for Pain!
That the pain of love would consume me,
For that alone gives my life any meaning.
Give me grief, however short-lived.
Let me quench my thirst
With your sweet lips.
SexualityWhy is it that it's okay for a man and a woman a boy and a girl to kiss in public, or two women to lock lips onstage, where if it were two men, it just wouldn't be accepted? Don't say it's not true, because it is. It's okay for Madonna and Britney or Madonna and Christina or Kylie and Ana Matronic to kiss onstage, but when Adam Lambert kisses his guitarist, it's unacceptable. It's an abomination. "What if our children saw that?" "Oh, we're so sorry, overly-concerned extreme Christian American. We'll fine the network and scold Mr Lambert, even if it was after the watershed. Meanwhile, treat your undoubtedly emotionally scarred children to a game of Call Of Duty or Grand Theft Auto. We'll make sure all of our guests suppress themselves from now on."Sexuality4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's pathetic. Let people express themselves. You need to let your children to grow up to be tolerant and strong, not
boys dont cryever since I was 5 years oldboys dont cry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive heard a saying that goes
boys dont cry
its a lie
because I still cry
some nights when I feel so alone
and I just dont know what to do
because it seems like the whole
world is against me
and everything begins to cave in
and then expands again
five times as strong
everybody asks me whats wrong
but they dont really care
they would rather just sit there and stare
and have something to talk about
they think theyve got me figured out
they keep running their mouths
nothing in fact
got it all criss crossed
Im not backing out
Im being the bigger man and walking away
Because its not worth my time
Thats what I tell myself until it over flows
And the tears
Roll out of my eyes
And I try to stop
Because boys dont cry
negative spacethere are bruises on my skinnegative space7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like fairy dust, (i wish i could
it’s late and
night creatures are crawling between
anticipated gestures. my hands are
shaking but I am not scared. I am
an earthquake dressed in moonlight, I
am a natural disaster, I am an
is static and I can’t decipher my own
thoughts, he is
in my throat, crackling like a fire.
every word crumbles before it stands tall. he
is the future come back
wastebasketcrumpled sheetswastebasket5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of discarded paper
lie about and
litter my floor:
the corpses of failed poetry
are strewn about
near the trash bin
and the door
like fallen soldiers
in a long forgotten war
discarded and forgotten
stepped on and kicked
this is what wastebaskets are for
IgnoredI never noticedIgnored4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This mutual feeling
Of unrealized hatred
As you start ignoring me
More and more
I can't deal with this
You're supposed to be there
For me when I need it
Yet, you shove me aside
Like I'm not here anymore
Like i've let you down
Now you ignore me
I can't stand it
I'm heading closer and closer
I can't control it anymore
This overwhelming depression
Thanks, for not being there
When i needed you the most...
Why I Write - HaikuI can't form the wordsWhy I Write - Haiku5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to say when I speak
And they must be said.
OceanWe sat together by the curb,Ocean5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the steaming summer brick.
I was your inhale, you were my exhale.
Side by side.
I miss you.
You catch me off gaurd
and I stumble.
I laugh uncertainly.
I'm right here.
See the clouds?
You tilted your head skyward.
I point to the puddle on the sidewalk.
I tell you.
A whisper of a smile
darts across your lips.
I smile for real.
Not a whisper,
but almost a shout.
I taste salty sea beneath my nails.
Your seaweed fingers found
Seashell patterns between my
We were nowhere near the ocean.
5:17 AMand it's sad to think5:17 AM5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if you came back
to tear me apart
i'd let you.
Childhood of a Serial KillerAt age three, he discovered wax. He stuck his fingers in the flame of a candle at his birthday party, and poked the wax until it scalded his finger and formed a white crown on his fingertip. Two days later, I caught him pouring wax on the cat.Childhood of a Serial Killer6 years ago in Horror More Like This
When he was six, he took his neighbor's pet frog and put it in a tray. He filled the tray with water to make sure the frog didn't dry out, then he put a lid on the tray to make sure the frog didn't escape. Then he put the tray in the freezer for a week. He also did this with his sister's pet fish, his uncle's pet rat, and a butterfly he found in the garden.
When he was eight, he went over to a friend's house and seemed to take a special interest in their dog. After he left, they noticed it was missing. They found it a day later, all of its fur pulled out, having gone through the drying cycle in their washing machine eight times.
When he was ten, he took one of his grandpa's hunting traps and caught a raccoon. He couldn't figure out how to open th
Lessons for TodayToday in math class, they would be learning how to factor quadratic equations. Miss Gracie, called Mrs. G by her students, knew this because she had the lesson planned out meticulously across three-and-a-half sheets of college-ruled notebook paper, which sat neatly in a folder before her. She knew because, like with all her lessons, she had recited it in front of her dressing mirror last night, right before bed.Lessons for Today8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes left until class. Its tick, tick, tick was the only sound in the room.
She looked around the room. Nothing but the equation charts that she covered with long sheets of colored paper during tests (always to the dismay of the students) and Tu fui, ego eris. Latin. What you are, I was; what I am, you will be. She stared at it. She had written it out on a sheet of white cardstock and stuck it to the wall with blue tape on her first day. It seemed like a kind and encouraging quote, a reflection
The Little Boys Rag DollThe little boy took the rag doll off the shelfThe Little Boys Rag Doll5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This rag doll was made just for him
Every stitch, every bit of stuffing
Was all just for him
Made for his enjoyment
This rag doll received
Every kiss, every cuddle
Every free moment he had to give
Then one day the rag doll
Spent more time on the shelf
Then in the little boy's arms
She waited for him to come back again
He came back to that shelf less and less
He left her on that floor more and more
He'd step over her like she was just any toy
Not one that he used to kiss and cuddle
The rag doll lay crumpled on the floor
Feeling unwanted, unloved, and forgotten
She still waits for that beloved boy to hold her once again
That rag doll is me
Alone in a Crowdwalking in a crowd,Alone in a Crowd5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
why do I feel so alone?
like I'm the only one here,
the only one who's real
I feel I'm walking though a field
of clay sculptures
premade porcelain dolls
kens and barbie dolls all,
is that all teenagers are?
for the person they will become?
not yet arrived
not yet realized
we wander unmolded
blank pages desperately trying
to fill in the emptiness
we are all walking mirrors
capturing the reflection of a shadow
claiming that form as our own
an army of shapeshifters
who can't make up their minds
A Troll's LifeOne of the big ugly trolls,A Troll's Life4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Through dark corridors he strolls,
Just waiting for that call,
That signals the start of a brawl.
To be bred for warfare,
Doesn't seem very fair.
But what can you expect,
When nothing you touch remains intact!
Not like a Goblin, a scavenger,
But more like the Plague, Death's Harbinger.
Nothing dares stand in his way,
His stench keeping even allies at bay.
Swinging with a tree,
Not in a disco-ish way,
But like in a killingspree.
I guess it's morally gray...
Not to start about his fashion sense,
He just dropped all pretense!
A loincloth and sometimes a chain,
Can it get any more vain?!
No choice but to look at his abs,
When knights are being turned to scraps.
I guess being badass is his only form of bliss,
Since I don't see HIM pulling of a True Love's Kiss!!