Funny Alphabet Poem"A" is for AppleFunny Alphabet Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which is a fruit that keeps doctors away
Especially if you throw it at their heads.
"B" is for Boat
Unless it's the Titanic.
"C" is for Cow.
They go moo...and fart a lot.
"D" is for Dinosaur.
Which now works in Hollywood
Thanks to Steven Spielberg
"E" is for Egg.
Which tastes like chicken...
...Or do chickens taste like eggs.
"F" is for a word that that rhymes with "Duck".
Though I was gonna say something else, didn't ya?!
"G" is for Gorilla.
One can type a better poem than this.
"H" is for Hawaii.
It's an island and a state
And a place that middle-aged woman fantasize about being
On with some buff guy instead of their
Beer-gut husband...but that's another story.
"I" is for Igloo
Which can't be built on the sun.
I know...I tried.
"J" is for Joke.
That's what this poem is.
A sad...sad joke.
"K" is for "Kite."
A piece of paper that flies on string.
"L" is for Lizard.
ONE'S ON YOUR SHOULDER RIGHT NOW!
The Little Gray FishCastiel watched the creature before him with wide, fascinated eyes. He was a bit frightened about it, he had never seen anything like it before, but as usual his curiosity got the better of him. He broke away from the huddled mass of his brothers and sisters, who were monitoring the developments of Earth, and cautiously approached the fish. He was about to reach it when he felt a hand land on his shoulder and gently restrain him.The Little Gray Fish4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." informed his older brother.
Castiel stared at him thoughtfully, then back to the fish that was still pulling itself onto dry land. "Big plans?" he repeated.
"That's right. Very big plans, very important."
Castiel tilted his head. "What plans?" he innocently asked.
His brother chuckled. "No one exactly knows but the Father. Best not to interfere with His Will then." he stated.
Castiel nodded, taking it all in. "Can I take it back to Heaven with me once it's done fulfilling Father's Will?" he inquired.
85Five children, seventeen grandchildren. Still alone.855 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Sum of InfinityI don't know if I'll ever tell my children about you.The Sum of Infinity5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I don't know if I'll even have descendants.)
A family was never on my to-do list,
until you came along.
You made me wonder if I wanted kids, just so I could say to them
"You know, the day your dad and I met…"
because I thought we could last forever,
and I'm still not sure if we have.
Our friendship endures, even as I fall asleep
picturing her arms around you,
and I wonder if you'll ever come back to me
but spend every day noticing the reasons I'm glad you left
and hoping you'll return.
Never intending to fall in love,
we were an item
before you knew my name.
She reclaimed you,
you still belong to me
by virtue of the ampersand connecting our names
in the mind of every person
who watched us walk,
tall & short,
monochrome & kaleidoscope,
yin & yang,
through the winding, leaf-littered pathways
that are our life.
PrincessItty bitty toes in black combat boots,Princess1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her giggles fill the house.
everything.my hands and lips and eyes and mouth and hearteverything.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for something i have never lost before
(hell, i'd never realized that it could be lost)
haven't the slightest idea
how to find.
and i search with crawling spider-leg fingers
groping along smooth black walls in heavy black darkness
dear nobody,i don't know your real name and i'm not entirely sure what you look like, but i do know how you feel. i know how hard it is for you to wake up and crawl out of bed. i know how difficult it is for you to get dressed for the outside world i know how challenging is it for you to get yourself to school and work. i know how pressing it is for you to pay attention to your classes. i know how tough it is for you to head back home after the day. i know how it's an uphill struggle for you to fall asleep and stay asleep.dear nobody,5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i would really like to meet you, possibly see your face and know your name, but i don't know where to find you. at home, looking over letters you've written, reading letter written to you, flipping through pictures of past times? at work, attempting to keep a smile on your face, trying not to cuss out a customer or coworker, struggling not to piss off your boss? at class, sitting at your desk, working on an assignment, listening to a lecture, writing a poem, watching other stude
you're so much more than you thinkif you asked meyou're so much more than you think1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would say
four letters that coil
and unwind and
if you asked me
I wouldn't tell you about his
brother he can't live up to
I would tell you
he's been trampled
and treated like everything
less than dirt
to g r o w
under the weight
of backhanded love
he's tried so hard
to be good
to be pure
to be everything
that he never stopped to
he wanted something out this life too
if you asked me
to write about him
I would weave stories out of the lines
on his skin
because there is so much to be said
for the boy
that stopped believing
and no one else
(not even him)
dares say it
if you asked me
I would explain
that he is capable of
if he would believe in himself
(just a little)
if I can go on about him
for thirteen sta
Zodiac Series-PiscesPisces February 19 - March 20Zodiac Series-Pisces7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Pisces Strength Keywords:
Pisces Weakness Keywords:
Pisces and Independence:
When they are independent and inspired by life's events, their creativity comes shining through but they are unable to be on their own for long before they start dreaming in their imaginary world of happy people and happy endings. They need other people to keep them grounded and on the right track.
Pisces and Friendship:
Pisces will go out of their way to help a friend. They are extremely sensitive and loyal. They will take a friend's problem and make it their own and suffer with them. They need a strong positive friend to make them strong. Pisces like adventure, new situation and social events. A Pisces friend will always have something exciting in mind and it is a very fulfilling, long lasting friendship.
Pisces and Business:
The Mad Hatter's SerenadeThe Mad Hatter's Serenade9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and then the hatter said, to the tree
'life is the colour you want to see.
black or white or blue or red.'
and then he stood upon his head.
'The world makes more sense upside down,
so now, when I'm happy, I usually frown.'
'I wear many hats, none of them are mine.
I keep them to sell, so please get in line.
Buy them for cheap, and take this mask for free!
Use it to hide the faces you don't want anyone to see.
'tis a neverending tea party, this life, my friend!
time is frozen still, and this will not end.
not joy, nor sorrow, nor love, nor hate
the most you can hope for, is to get a clean plate.'
I watch the hatter (mad), and then I smile
not so much in years, yet quite clearly senile
I shed a tear for his sake, and then I look away
I do not need to hear what he has to say.
and the hatter said to the tree,
'they never really listen to me.
but if they stopped to look they'd find
i'm not completely out of my mind.'
the hatter (mad), he says to me
'we are both the same.'
tiny little pawns,
Three Drunk TeenagersBitter liquid on cynical lips,Three Drunk Teenagers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Uphill, blue bottles, and
Twenty pound notes...
Spinning around and around,
Don't look behind, it's too confusing,
Don't walk into the road and no,
That car wasn't as close as you thought it was.
I'm going to die,
And I'll rot as you watch me on camera,
Sliding down the egg swirl and
Stroking furry cat bellies
In the dark.
Lying on the grass and watching the clouds go by whilst
Ignoring the concerned stares of onlookers,
Just music and you, me and her...
Bathed in bitter fizzing gold.
The Only Thing Missing Is You7:55 PMThe Only Thing Missing Is You5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
hell, it was everything you used to love
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even shut my eyes
it's just... it's not fair
whenever i skipped a rock i remembered the first time i taught you how, and how excited you got. every time i said i was cold i remembered the way you would call me a baby, but give me your hat anyway. we even walked on the same paths we used to take, and everything is the same. the trees are st
swallowsswallowsswallows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the sky
by the byes
swoop and dive
seem more alive
llp - aug2012 - dA - DLD-8/28/12
A Textual AnnealingA thousand thousand generationsA Textual Annealing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
misinterpreting the lightning,
A tumult of attempts, many
mumblings while we burn - each time
most is lost, some survives.
At the whistle of illusion that awakens,
day drops dream on me. I am
thick with swerve: If there are giants
there is a world they walk on.
And for the final faith
to be an inversion: We are
the electricity lunging toward the sky.
Judge Not - Chapter 1Judge Not - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky grew dark, gestating a winter monster nourished by a cold northerly gale. The first stinging flakes, tiny needles of ice driven almost horizontally by the bitter blasts, whisked across the cracked asphalt and clung to the clumps of parched dead grass that lined the lonely road. The clouds, pregnant and writhing, bulged downward and in a great final heave gave birth to a howling whiteout.
Far below, a tiny convoy struggled north against the wind, racing the growth of the snow banks that soon would strand it. In the lead, a decades-old green Lincoln Continental ploughed stoically onward, its windscreen wipers battling furiously against the snow. It was followed by an articulated lorry, its trailer marked "Anderson and Sons Logistics: Texas' Best Movers!"
Together, the two plodded on up the road toward the dearly-desired terminus of their interminable journey, the end of a seventeen hour drive.
A stile loomed up suddenly in the road, forcing the saloon to brake hard, then swerve t
Little Birds in Rigid FlocksBig bright smiles becauseLittle Birds in Rigid Flocks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't care.
Whisper behind my back
Because I don't care.
And I'll laugh with you
Because, you see, I'm rather funny,
Well, I think I am
And that's all that matters.
I'm sick of being upset,
Just because of what the people say,
What the whisperers whisper.
I'm sick of pretending
That I'm someone I'm not.
So I'm trying to care a little less,
No longer will I let my tears tattoo your
Harsh words to my
It doesn't matter, not anymore.
Now I'm free, and you're not.
Who's laughing now, little birds?
Little birds, all trapped in your rigid flocks?
The answer is me, now I'm the eagle.
Now I'm laughing.
PathDo you see the path ahead?Path5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Lit with lights so many so bright?
Will you follow them tonight?
Or will you stray instead?
You let shadow consume
But is it worth the cost of rebirth
to stay dark with this earth?
No, let your life resume
There's a plan for you
There's always more and you know you adore
The time given you for
Making something new
Keep yourself on track
Follow the course, feeling God's force
Push you on with no remorse
And never ever look back
ConversationAnd I've been telling you, you know, how heavy the sun feels and how it makes my muscles jump like a bird's wings as it flutters gently down on a windowsill. I still have those glass bottles on my mantle where the morning light hits themstill there, full of colored water and seashells. And maybe I'll tell you how they light up the ceiling in blue and green and pale yellow just like they always have, like nothing ever changed.Conversation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I smell you on the sea air, sometimes, when it rushes in past the thin white curtains you helped me hang. They still bounce with every gust like exuberant dogs. And I've been telling you how the salt has most assuredly worked its way into my marrow now, and maybe if someone were to put me in a pie they'd find it too brackish for their taste. And then I wonder just how much you taste like the sea.
The ocean beats my heart for me nowadays. Even inside, even at night, I can feel each breaker rumbling through my sternum and radiating along my ribs. And I've been
Hospital Collection: LikenessLikenessHospital Collection: Likeness6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Everyone looks so sane
and so alive
until you open your mouth
and breathe in the light
falling over their hollow eyes.
Are you there?
Is there anything inside?
And then I realize
Im the same
and I wonder what
the doctors see
when they look at my face.
RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
Bought or SoldSome nights were spent aloneBought or Sold4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Or at least it felt
From the choices I made on my own
Left a nasty welt
Some nights were left in the dark
Or so I thought
In a barren room cold and stark
Of the things that I bought
But some nights alone
Are from not being at home
In my household
My home isn't here
And while I linger in fear
Sin has a chokehold
Some nights I've trembled in fear
What could happen to me?
Left to wonder when I leave Earth's pier
Will I capsize in the sea?
Some nights I wonder where are my friends?
Do they even hold a place?
Or did they give it all up for the trends
And drop out of the race
But some nights alone
Are from not being at home
In my household
My home isn't here
And while I linger in fear
Sin has a chokehold
And I believe when we die
We won't rot where we lie
Where it's so cold
Is my faith strong enough
To pull me out of the rough
So I won't be sold
Some nights I turn the other cheek
To my dead buyers
But other times I throw them into the creak
Douse all their fires
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
words to say to your reflectioni am a collection of dust and stars,words to say to your reflection1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
blue luster in a sea of inky void.
i am a tongue licking lips, clicking against teeth,
shaping sounds that matter.
i am the lightning that explodes in purple storm clouds,
four miles of haphazard beauty
on a lonely night.
i am the sea in autumn, still holding the warmth of a summer of sunlight,
though the air outside is cold
i am the snow at 6am.
i have not been touched, not stepped on. my surface is smooth as glass.
i am the snow at 6pm.
i am still beautiful.
i am the sound of rain just before sunrise
on a sunday morning.
i am the swirl of cream in a coffee,
blossoming and unfolding like a galaxy.
i am the smell of lavender
after a storm.
i am breathing.