On Becoming a Rock StarFive years ago, I played music to anyone who listened. I never asked for money, never went to bars or clubs or took gigs. I'd play for a slice of pizza or a high five.On Becoming a Rock Star3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I played because music breathed for me. I loved to watch people listen, to watch the paradoxes in their eyes as note after note took them from mountaintop to ocean, forced them to feel joy and pain, fulfillment and longing, love and betrayal all at the same time.
I met Emily one day in the park across from the university. I sat on a concrete picnic table under a towering oak picking at a guitar with whatever melody came to mind. The minute she walked by, I smelled wildflowers. Emily smelled like wildflowers, and her presence washed over me like wind ruffling the edges of my hair.
For two weeks I came back to that spot at the same time every day. I played and waited until wildflowers and wind trembled in my fingers and I caught her walking by. "Wait! I'mI'm sorry, but you well, could I just sing a song for you?
SimonHe breathed his resolutions into my neckSimon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And said, so softly
"I am undoing."
I was a blood red curtain once.
When parted, I embellished
Rooms that maybe,
Could have held the contours of his eyes.
But never, never
Would shapes be any more succulent,
Than when they snagged in that pair
He saw a chicken scratch garden
Inhabited the landscape
And when I folded chair-like on his lap,
He gave me blood-kissed Geranium
Tied by my curtain string.
My own messiah, with shears and stitches,
Simon pulled my corpse
From the sylph-feigned cairn
My mouth to his forehead endured,
I love him so, I do:
"I am undone."
SchoolWhy do I need toSchool5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a system that has never
Earned my respect?
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,Soldier Boy5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
I was never a writer. I: HalfsleeperI was never a writer.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell in love, once.
A snowstorm melting from my hair - dripping cataract:
diluted coffee. A dark room filled with language
so beautiful, I almost understood what was said.
Children are getting younger, and this land has no end,
where do you rest your head?
All things are in a constant state of vibration,
a harmony in the space between
our fingers. our hands.
I’ve only ever stopped to listen
The GaimI can't bee lost to this gaim no moreThe Gaim4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's draining my money
and my bank is so pore
like a sponge with no flu id
and it makes me fell sow ill
one can't grow seeds in pebbles
so now I'm fowling below a stone
that lies deep beneath my core
I try to quit, but I always seek it
from its trench on the mashine
and I always let it find my brain
and I let it mash it
into a clone of itself
a biological being that behives
like a robot
it wants me to buzz like it
so I will feed it more money
and keep it alive
so it can sting me more
my feather and my meather don't know
that I crave the gaim like meat
and the leather I rip from its hide
ow, it has cracked my boulders
and shuddered my shoulders
I can't let it bee like this no more
I will no longer let it
I will not let the gaim gain
and I will let my pore sponge
fell back with more water
and my feathers will mend
and I will find my way
back to the biology
of my humanity
and bee lost by the gaim no more.
The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,The Hardest Word3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.
To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.
To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
God is a hipster.God went to StarbucksGod is a hipster.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because the Wi-Fi signal in
heaven is crap. He pulls
an HP out of the laptop bag and
rolls His eyes at the kid lugging
in a typewriter. He clicks on Word
because He never really stopped
creating – He has more furniture
than He knows what to do with
and no wall space left for His canvases.
He likes Word – His Word – because
it reminds Him of another beginning,
before time, before space, before everything.
In MemoriamIn Memoriam4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black smoke spirals high into the sky,
Like demonic fingers reaching to grab the clouds.
Ash descends like fiery rain
Onto the sidewalks of New York City.
An explosion is heard,
And Tower number two is hit.
The planes had driven their wings into the Twin Towers,
And the terrorists drove their stakes into the hearts of Americans.
People stood and watched,
As their loved ones became trapped,
And it seemed like there was no hope
An earth-shattering noise,
And Tower Two collapsed.
Dust and debris swirled in a suffocating tornado;
Endangering those who were around.
People cried and ran,
For they knew people in the Tower.
Another horrifying noise,
And Tower One came down too.
Now there was nothing left but rubble,
And the time it took to clear it away.
Now I stand on the edge of Ground Zero
Just ten short years later.
The chilling ghosts of the bravest voices in history
Echo softly around the site.
The pain we've endured over the course of these years
Is permanently etched into
Tickle By NumberDanny lay back against the couch, newspaper laid across his lap. Hearing a noise, he looked up to see a yellowish-orange, green-shelled turtle with black-rimmed glasses sitting snugly in a small white cloud. He grasped a small wooden fishing pole, from which a small video-camera dangled. The boy blinked. Uhh Tickle By Number8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh, there you are! Sam said as she appeared, followed by Dash. Danny, this is Greg; hes a student from Woodbury, she continued, approaching the couch.
Hi, Danny offered somewhat sheepishly. Greg gave a nod.
Hes working on a journalism project, Sam explained; Danny peered at the camera, giving a slow nod of recognition, he came by looking for some help, so we agreed to let him get some good celebrity footage.
Oh, Danny said, well he straightened his posture, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair. He looked straight into the lens with a terribly bo
Autumn ReverieFalling leaves broke a rhymeAutumn Reverie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creating the new song of life
A storm is growing far away
And I'm still here but must leave
The last train is leaving now
Fades beyond the crystal lake
And my heart just goes with it
Leaves just keep falling.
The sound of this train reels inside
Bringing back memories of
Somehow I knew I'll end up as this
In this place I loved so much
That feels empty now, without anyone
A reminder of innocent youth.
Somewhere, beneath the waves
Maybe I'll find the peace
That I've always refused
I dream of you. I remember us.
Years passed me by, people came and left
Some taking parts of me somewhere
But in this night, oh, I still love
And maybe you'll whisper someday
"Come, hold me, love me"
And I will surely come.
Tears of autumn stain this old skin
And heal the wounds of time
I think of all of you
And I take faltering steps
In the rain.
To The HeroesJustice?To The Heroes10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
Trying - Haikusi. come to my cold schoolTrying - Haikus5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to see suns and stars on earth
ii. if life is a breath
we are tiny golden motes
drifting in our sleep
iii. vanished in a flash
blink and you will miss them all
promises to you
iv. toss the feathers to
in an instant like a daze
feel the love of flight!
v. in euphoria
dreams come and go like tides
trust not your senses
vi. more wonderful are
the feelings never described
by ink and tired eyes
vii. november twilight
burnt-out, heavy and dreaming
eager for new tales
viii. to build a refuge
lamp-light, book and caring stars
sit with me and sleep
ix. in the scent of myrrh
past kingdoms forgotten but
mostly only dust
The story behind An-Xal (English) : Part 1Black nightThe story behind An-Xal (English) : Part 13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
A booming whistle yanked him out of the darkness. His forehead was red hot and his body shook as with a strong fever. He tried to look around but his gaze was blurry. Finally he gave up and the cruel pain threw him back into the darkness. He was trapped in a gaping void and she was in him.
When he woke up, everything was different. He immediately noticed the iron shackles that were on his hands and feet. His gaze was now sharp and yet he did not see more than a stone wall. With difficulty he turned around on the cold, dirty floor. Through the rusty bars which completed this small, dark room, he could not see much. Somewhat shocked him very. In the next room, which was apparently only by a small flame, no more than by an almost extinguished torch enlightened, he saw a face. A young man who had apparently only learned to wield a sword, stared at him. It was a hateful look, even if deep in his eyes, a fear was evident. He did not dare to approach the boy because he had the gar
NimicÎntr-un vis al fericirii supreme, am crezutNimic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
că pot îmbrățișa lumea-n întregu-i cuprins.
...dar visul a ars, s-a stins, și-a rămas doar cenușă;
din fericire, o amintire, în griuri fade.
Nu mai e nimic, doar o tăcere moartă-
un gol căscat în cea din urmă noapte.
Și-n acest nimic, e prea mult... prea mult... prea mult...
Nimic nu mai cred, nimic nu mai simt
acum, când iarna pare-a cădea duminică.
Larg deschise, brațele fricii făr nume mă cuprind
și acum, întretăiată în nimicuri gri, domnește-absolută.
Tu iubește-mă așa cum sunt – doar pământ.
Notes to Ian CurtisNotes to Ian Curtis7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i walked along lonely streets
with a lit cigarette in hand.
attempting to find it all.
the center of the city;
the dead souls that seem to
keep calling me.
tell me, as you waited for her
did she ever arrive?
god in his wisdom took you by the hand
god in his wisdom helped you understand.
since you know better than most now...
... is there truly a god?
i once owned unknown pleasures
at times, i miss
placing a needle on the spinning
large, black disc and listening
to the popping,
the crackling, the bumps.
i always thought that was
part of the ambiance of the music.
perhaps the ghosts
attempting to sing along.
love will tear us apart.
but at times, it mends us as well.
i am sorry
you never knew what this was like
while you were alive.
we tortured souls
do not often know how to accept
such a thing.
when i am walking alone
on the city streets
with a lit cigarette
i still mutter the lyrics to
X-mas storyFulgii de zăpadă cădeau încet spre pământ în acea noapte de 24 decembrie. Orașul de câmpie se trezise la viață, iar pe sub luminile multicolore se perindau oameni încărcați cu fel și fel de pachete, lovindu-se de cei ce se plimbau agale pe sub ninsoarea blândă. Din difuzoarele montate în centru, răzbătea muzica de sezon, distorsionată din cauza volumului dat prea tare.X-mas story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El se plimba liniștit printre oamenii grăbiți, iar fulgii i se prindeau în părul lung și negru, topindu-se apoi. Cufundat în gânduri, părea a nu lua seamă la forfota din jurul său. De după o mașină, niște adolescenți au încercat să-i cânte un colind, oprindu-l din drumul său spre nicăieri. El trecu printre ei, împingându-i, ținând strâns pumnul în buzunarul cu portofelul, după ce simțise cum e căutat în buzunarul drept de bani. Grupul se luă dup
CernunnosWild Man, Horned One, Lord of the huntCernunnos6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes reflect the green of the trees
The brown of deep, rich soil
The gold of the life giving sun
The silver of lighting against the darkest night.
Light one, Dark one
Virile and animalistic you reign
Crowned in antlers
Master of death and deep mysteries
Giver of life and light.
In you the seasons are reflected
Through you we are set free
The sweetest joy is awakened by the deep timbers of your voice.
The deepest peace is found in the comfort of your embrace.
Kern is your name sung in glory
Your guidance leads me astray
to find the wisdom deep inside me
"know thyself" you say.
Flirt With MeFlirt With Me10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flirt with me
My subtle knife
My carved ecstasy
My mark on the tree of life
Flirt with me
My whore house mind
My dark room fantasy
tracing summer's fading tan line
Flirt with me
On desert air
Your voice carries and says
"Cut me a sampling of your Samson's hair"
Flirt with me
Keep it locked
still feel it's weight in my pocket
Flirt with me
Drippings of your divine perspiration
The invitations of your silhouette
The window light traces -never to forget
She laughs at the statues that fall down at her feet
She laughs at the bridge born to reach her street
She laughs at the wars and bones of offerings
She laughs at the immortal souls useless wanderings
She laughs at the sound of wings
And coos her intentions to the wind
And fools the guards of Eden to let her in
And drinks the wine left for sacrifice
And likes the scar left by the subtle knife
VapaieZorii cad grei pe câmpiile pustiiVapaie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sumbre prevestiri ale pieirii ce va fi
Din depărtate orizonturi, cuprins de roşu aprins
se ridică un soare aprig totul pare-nvins.
Aruncă umbrele ciulinilor şi spinilor
într-un aparent, violent infinit, dar
devin tot mai mici, mai firave.
Cuprinse de-un dans nebun, un vals macabru
dispar încet, pier în crăpăturile solului.
Soarele arde din mijloc de cer deschis.
Între crengi ce spintecă răni în carne
tăiat de ciulini, ars de soare
simte chemarea vidului cosmic, îngheţat etern
o chemare a uitării finale, dar şi a eliberării.
E o moarte mocnită în aerul greu de praf
în crengile spinoase, în ploile de cenuşă,
un înec lent în grele râuri de plumb
o sufocare în adierile dureroase de vânt fierbinte.
Stropi de sânge cad, ridicând praf în aer
ca o iluzie amară a un
Our Hearts Intertwine--Ch. 1Our Hearts Will IntertwineOur Hearts Intertwine--Ch. 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Jennifer Gay
Summary: An Ed, Edd, n Eddy/The Simpsons crossover. The kids at Peach Creek Jr. High School are competing with another visiting school from another county in a Geography Bee; Springfield Middle School. Double D hears a rumor from the others of a kid that is smarter than him from the other school. And when he finally meets the kid, will it change the impact of the geography bee? Something will also happen at the end of the geography bee that will continue the story for longer
Disclaimer: I do not own Ed, Edd, n Eddy or the Simpsons!
Chapter 1: The Rumors Around the School
It was a somewhat peaceful winter day here in Peach Creek, Vermont, as we come upon a school called Peach Creek Jr. High School. Inside the schools gymnasium, we can see the kids of the school preparing for the event later on today; a geography bee between their school and another school called Springfield Middle