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spiders and seduction and spicespiders spinning cobwebs between your fingers, toes, thighsspiders and seduction and spice1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
in your ribcage. nesting in your heart, festering.
they dangle from your hair
creep over your tongue
and you catcall always the same
"roll up, roll up, who wants a taste of this sweet poison?"
you sell yourself like a prostitute.
this is what i mean when i call you honey,she says regret is the dirtiest word in the english language, tells me it even tastes like a mouth full of grit and gravel, scraped knees and honey[bee stings]. she smiles then, she laughs then, like she knows. and she does know, that we are all so regret-addled, and so regrettable. and she thinks it's funny. it is funny. so i laugh then, we both laugh. and the sound is like grit and gravel and scraped knees and honey [bee stings].this is what i mean when i call you honey,1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
there is nothing wrong.
there is nothing wrong with this.
and we only regret it half as much as you might think.
Little Girls Think Fuck Is A Pretty WordOh, because it means such dirty things.Little Girls Think Fuck Is A Pretty Word1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
{And in summer they'll remember this when their cannibal boyfriends trip them and they scrape their knees, because sweet-heart doesn't mean what it used to}
im dizzy let's dance,The warf was singing tonight,im dizzy let's dance,1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with a voice of rusted metal shackles.
singing that the sea turns to ink at night
so the poets commit suicide.
we're oh so sea sick.
cutie, don't worry
because we're all made of starstuff
and narcissists will keep wishing on their cousin's corpses
lets chase epileptic electric lights instead.
they lock the flowers up at night
because they'd grow over the rubbish and grunge
they'd choke you out
and bloom in your heart
trespassers will be prosecuted.
p.s garden nymphs exist
don't ya know
the trains are haunted
and the tramps are restless
we leave our shadows and fingerprints everywhere.
ligh
The Third Day- IntroBut it all just melded so beautifully. Didn't it?The Third Day- Intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The transition from threadbare mattress and soft comforter to warped metal, grey lighting and metal screws holding straps down around his ankles and wrists. From a silent, creaky night, a quiet and calm darkness dappled with washed-out moonlight and drunken blurriness, warm and inviting silence, nothing- from that, to Salinger's desperate screaming and pulling of the wrists, voice tearing and rattling with desperation, gorge bobbing in hysterics as his legs and arms strained.
It fit almost too well, didn't it? That miscellany of metallic noise and the erratic twitching of skeletal robotic
Too HumanI feel like I've destroyed my mentality,Too Human2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
By waiting for originality,
And maybe for simplicity.
The world has destroyed itself completely,
By wanting perfection too quickly,
We're all fucked, to put it simply.
But maybe we're all just too human,
"Maybe, but is that our only excuse?"
Says the lonely kid to the Anchor on the news,
As she changes the channel to cheaply made cartoons.
Why can't we put the weapons down?
Open our minds,
But mostly our eyes.
Why can't we let live
And get on with it?
I'm not asking for revolution,
I just want the world to live.
I never pay attention to politics,
And I'm never voting for a president,
Brave New World And then the sky opened, and a hail of melancholy poured from the gaping hole. The torrent was sent to cleanse the city, but instead seemingly took away the denizens' pleasure — everything they valued melted away.Brave New World3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Along the boulevard, buildings started dissolving, showing the steel skeleton of the structures, but those, too, evaporated as soon as they came. Cars and buses and bikes did likewise. The things in the buildings — the beds, the writing desks, the computers, the carpets, the toilets, the Frigidaires — all of them evanesced, as well.
People looked upward at the strange aperture in the sky, regardless of where they
Of Early BeginningsI'm beginning to think I made a mistake. The irritating part is I don't know whether I made a mistake or not. This mistake concerns a fledgling sitting in front of me, seemingly staring off into space by just looking at her fingernails.Of Early Beginnings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had pick up the fledgling from the recent battlefield, it is not unusual to see fallen fledglings, of course humans are weak and feeble, but they gain strength from numbers, and of course, they are not daft enough not to use our weakness to their advantage. That is why our war had not ended quickly and had stretch on for countless years. But we, the vampires have gained the upper hand; we have Kain, our kin
quiet.sky-high vines, wrappedquiet.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
'round lattice tight; mute
suffocation.
MissingSamantha's in the interview room waiting for Igor.Missing4 years ago in Horror More Like This
After a few minuets Dr Hartman and Nurse Sarah walk into the room and sit down.
Nurse Sarah takes a deep breath and says “I'm sorry Samantha but Igor won't be talking to you today.” “why not?” asks Samantha.
“I'm afraid i have some bad news Samantha Igor is Missing” says Dr Hartman.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN IGOR IS MISSING?”screams out Samantha.
In walks Dr Zamoth and Dr Tomoron and says “ you heard right Samantha Igor is no longer at the Asylum” says Dr Zamoth.
“We don't know if he was kidnapped or just walked out while no one w
DopeyHi Samantha it's me Igor sorry about taking so long to get back to you.Dopey6 years ago in Horror More Like This
It's very hectic here at the moment with all sorts of things going on and new patients but i will tell you more about that later because Dopey would like to talk to you.
Here he comes now.
Hello Samantha as you know everyone here calls me Dopey now we all know that this isn't my real name.
Unfortunately i can't tell you what it is because otherwise everyone here would end up dead and so would you.
But enough of this i want to tell you my story you have away of making things that normally wouldn't make sense do so.
I can tell you that i came from a very abusive backg
SubcutaneousSubcutaneous9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There should be a baby
Under the stairs that woman with the
black slip (under her white dress) can't stop
staring over the lip of rotting wood
into trees-
though what's there to
look at anyways?
Heaven knows, but
Mandarin says there should be a baby
so there will be,
pearls of falling silk in a rain of tendrils
Believe me, there's
nothing to look at, and no waterunderthebridge
either.
His blue hat, coral button, won't change
the climate
the comatose color under the stairs
or the way her eyes on the fringes of
civilization stay pinned on white crinoline
like bees.
COCK OF THE ROCKCOCK OF THE ROCK9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
COCK OF THE ROCK
Down Rock Lane at first light:
morning grey nudged away
with infusions of peach and pale rose
a backdrop for the black drop flurry of feathers
come to a full stop silhouetted stark and dark.
Sky haloed, stock still and rock steady
he sends his grim glint of glance
slice and lance like lasers
on the seek for strangers
rivals for the rock.
He is the cock
and his orange bill breaks and scissors:
first a tremor of a trill
warms to a warble. A warning song
an arpeggio broadcast clear – hear this
far and near. Yes hear the challenge
in the clarion call and know that over all
I am the cock of Rock Lane.
Up Rock
Ode to SapphoOde to Sappho10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your raven hair gave no birth to
these honey hued tresses
your olive skin hides different
veins and muscles,
millenia older
than this days-young tawniness
I don.
Your small breasts mimic mine, perhaps,
but that is mere legend.
No one knows for sure,
except the Gods.
Yet I feel your passion
as if I were born from your
vocal chords and sculpted
by those same fingers
which plucked that lyre of yore.
Sappho, imperfect woman,
Lead by love, by lust
Guided by good,
while revelling in rebellion
Reincarnate yourself
in my words!
Drip the juice of pomegranites
and Lesbian wine
from your mouth into mine!
Make love to me
l
Les Rues de ParisLes Rues de Paris10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Les rues de Paris beaming
their fields of market gardens,
lit rows of status shops
and musee musings clothed
in tree-lined urban-natura
and wind-wafted scents
of cinammon candles
or rosemary rich
gourmet grandeur;
arcing up in triumph,
sending me home
through neon metro portals
climbing upwards, then under
iron-twisted nouveau entries;
and on tired foot counting
cobblestones passing
Hotel De'Ville
to top floor hotel rooms
with mansard balconian
windows from which
I look to you--
waving.
In the soft Paris rain 'neath
umbrella-shape shadow
hovering above a hint of red
wrapped 'round your neck
in woolen warmth
A thoughtA thought10 years ago in Open More Like This
Though logic scoffs toward such thought, and Fate affirms his lead,
I cannot help but ponder 'pon this most disturbing deed;
A gentleman who scribbles fate and death and mirth and need,
With God as his superior, to whom he pays no heed.
So blesséd are the needy,
And fortunate the poor,
If logic scoffs toward such thought,
Why so must they endure?
A gentleman, I ponder,
Who scribbles fate and need,
And God as his superior,
Who ponders what he's freed.
meme11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Over the past year, I have gone over and over in my head, who I am. Who I want to be. Who I have been. Insecure? Yes. Confident? Yes. Selfish? Yes. Selfless? Yes. Self-critical? Always. I have had a constant battle with myself since I can remember. I have felt on top of the world, powerful, loved, knowledgeable, creative, respected, admired. I have gleamed in my pride. I have felt at the bottom of the world, powerless, hated, ignorant, dull, stepped on, shunned. I have recoiled in my shame. I have gone back and forth with these traits, as people do, but all in all, I have moved forward. I have learned who I never want to be again, and
DITL-utroDITL-utro11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A day in the life? Day and life are two words that don't ring familiar to me at the moment. No, this isnt some dark rant about how I want to kill myself and I only see blood in the color of a rose and think I should be shaving my wrists instead of my legs. Days are irrelevant. Life is a concept. Time was created by man. Man sees more happiness in death, peace in war, freedom in oppression. Days and nights are just a box on the calendar of this so called life that we dont allow one another to live, nor do we, ourselves, choose to live it.
I'm afraid to die. But what life is not equally terrifying? I remember the first time I had a near-miss
WEBMAKER AND FRIENDSWEBMAKER AND FRIENDS11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
WEBMAKER AND FRIENDS
Spring. Deep sleep in the early hours
jarred awake by the creak-shriek of wood
clinging to fast-embedded nail.
"Who's there?" through the window garage-ward
Silence. Return to sleep.
Morning. Every horizontal garage plank removed
placed, transformed into a little house in the one solid corner.
My small son, smile wavering uncertainly, says,
"It was Wood – Den Man, Daddy"
I scowl, feign anger
and smile behind my hand.
Summer. Lightly dozing in the warmth
roused by a shatter-crash of broken glass
splintered on resisting stone.
"What's the matter?" towards my den
"Nothing, Daddy" Continue doze.
Later. In m
A Memoir - 91101A Memoir - 9110111 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I woke up that morning to the phone ringing. I ignored it. It was entirely too early for anything to get me out of bed. I didnt have to be at work for another 6 hours. I had a hangover from the night before and imagined the solicitor on the other end just wanted to bribe me into switching my long-distance plan for the third time in the infancy of that month that was early September.
The answering machine will pick it up. Ten minutes later the phone rang again. I threw my pillow in the general direction of my cordless sitting on my bookshelf about 6 feet away. Somehow I missed. Now I was not only hungover and dehydrated, but aggravated that
Erotica Challenge - RaidneErotica Challenge - Raidne11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love, passion
O lust, how did you get here?
I've awoken to him.
I have painted our bed
The sheets of roses
The ceiling of stars.
Happy, peaceful
O pain, how quickly we forgot you
The chime of 10 brings pleasure.
He's painted my body
my breasts of silver
my face of love.
Curves, kisses
O beauty, how did you get here?
Amongst japanese silks and butterflies.
We have painted eachother
His body with kisses
My body with fingertips.
Venus, Mars
He gently glides into my darkness
He gently fills my all.
The begining, the end
Quenched now is our desire
Our skin together melded is whole.
seduceseduce11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my lights went out tonight
i sat in candleglow
for two hours on my sofa
staring at the flame
flickering in and out
and thought of you
what you look like
lying naked
making love to the end
of a cigarette
as the smoke curls
back and touches your face
with each inhale
of nicotine taste
you lick your lips
a split second before
you seduce
your cigarette once more
then the flame danced
wilder from the breeze
that filtered through
the cracked window
and fell upon my
vulnerable skin
a
-Rise--Rise-11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the tremoulous winters of past
and the naked summers' sin-tinted lies
and fleeting bliss that shares only seconds
in days and nights of turmoil and shadow
you will break away
you will rise
from the sleepless nightmares of youth
and the monsters that hid in your bed
as you laid wided-eyed on the floor
and made shapes in the pattern of ceiling
you will break away
you will rise
from the drought-drenched fields of afternoons
that scathed your skin with prickly thorns
from ice covered lawns of christmas day
when held in the grip of an angry God
you will break away
you will rise
from the swarm of blurry-eyed chaos seen
in t
SMART ENOUGHSMART ENOUGH11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SMART ENOUGH
Can they make a weapon smart enough
to hear
an anguished baby's lost and lonely cry
and veer
to splinter stone not bone many miles away?
Are there men of terror smart enough
to leave
the bloody killing fields of war
and grieve
for all the hapless, guiltless people dead and gone?
Can we train our agents smart enough
to learn
the true heartbeat of his fellow man
and spurn
the immoderate rants of fanatics and fiends?
Can we make our warriors smart enough
to fight
against a blind unreasoning vengeance
and right
our wrongs without corpses piled high as hills?
Are there men of religion smart enough
to teach
the l
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