Ri Ra agus Ruaille BuallieRi Ra agus Ruaille Buallie11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As older grows mine anxious mind, my shelf grows ever heavy;
I've won your love, the Nobel Prize, some crayons and a Chevy,
But still the loot I crave seems not to graze the skills I levy,
There's not a rhyme within my mind that wouldst earn me a Devvie.
Give the man a banjo and a funky, funky cat..
He can tailor suits and major moots and live within a hat..
He's got no purple cipher and his mushroom has no mat..
But still he spiels like a clockawork wheel and here's a song about that..
Words never were for wording,
And wording not for him,
And words and hymns that never were,
Were wondering when he'd win..
So if you see a peacock,
And wonder if it's me,
Then gizz' a call upon my phone,
At some time after three..
Where'pon I'll say- Confound it man,
Take thou me for some bird?
I'll state that I'm a camel,
And I'll rhyme it with absurd..
If words were writ for wording,
And wording wrote to me,
I'd write a word that rhymed with bird,
At some time after three..
Confound me if I seiz
one wingone wing12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i strapped the wing
of the flea-bitten angel
across my back
and wandered down the street
to my dismay
there lay the other half...dissected
in the middle of the road-
only recognizable by the pile of feathers
strewn across the pavement
like barbie plastic melted in ice
frozen in betrayal,
were my own perceptions of righteousness
by the sight
of my flight
i knelt down and began to gather
the pieces in a last attempt to redeem
perhaps all sins committed could be reconstructed
and justified into good deeds.....
and this wing
could become something greater
than it ever was.
but as i sat and gathered
its remains- i realized that
there was no picture of perfection
to rebuild the wing--
i found a nearby light pole...
-erect and judicious in its metallic manner-
and carried the carcass to its grave
and flapping sideways, with one wing in motion
tilted by my own beliefs that i could fly...
i made my way beneath the light
Girl Alarm ClockGirl Alarm Clock11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun sets unasked
and rises again without the
But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams
that make moan and flutter
quiver of over-warm flesh
smooth inseam of thigh
wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
pull at her eye strings
make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
and her lips twitch
on hot mornings
I watch her naked sleep
-Orison--Orison-10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let there be everlasting light
and as the breath left
her body she was bathed
in warm sunlight
filtering through the
golden canopy above.
Let there be eternal music
and was met with the
fluttering of the butterflies,
the gentle whispering
of the summer breeze and
the melody of a hummingbird.
Let there be enduring peace
and before her very eyes
vines grew up over the trees
without competition, then
a ladybug sat beside her
without fear of being crushed.
Let there be unearthly beauty
and beside her bare feet sat
an exquisite and precious gift –
a pretty child with laughing
eyes and long golden hair…
as the dusty pink gown
swirled around slender legs
and her bare toes danced
through the trickling stream,
she finally understood.
Wings spread, eyes open,
looking upwards as the
flowers fell she knew
she was truly blessed in
the simple joys of life…
The Loneliness of The HopeThe Loneliness of The Hope10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stains of dense night
which is expanded as branches
it shades the sky
colours which grow dark
shading the sight in the tears
in the branches of the pain
covering the stars
covering the moon
darkening every light
darkening every smile
tears as leaves
they come off the branches
they fall in the night
they mark the shade as falling stars
and they dance as feathers
in a winter of pain
where the moon cries the own sun
where the tears are blood
and where the river begins
pain drops transported by the current
the time dies
been drowned in the despair
fingers drenched with blood
which for the answers still look
they follow the river
to understand that the end is only the beginning
to understand that every tear
will cut for always the soul
wounds on a bark
interrupted the rings of the life
bleeding the despair
shouting again the snow
winter which dances in the darkness
clouds of shade which melt themselves in the air
shivers of intense cold
dress made of stone
I fall in the river
windowbreathwindowbreath12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am not in pain
because i am
i am in pain
because i am
i am not in pain
because of memories
that ring in my head
of happier days
i am in pain
because of memories
in my mind
of happier days
yet to come.
where we walk
along our own
beaches and sidewalks
to our own shelter
as we tangle in knots
and try (not) to find our way out.
memories yet to come
where we talk
and your voice is music
flowing into my ears
instead of letters
followed by blinking cursor
blinding my eyes.
memories yet to come
where we welcome the same sunrise
in the same time zone
over the same horizon
from the same window.
memories yet to come
where we carry each other
and swim together through
i am not pained
because of terrible lies
or long empty nights
or scars carved
or even worse,
i am pained
because of beautiful truth
and far too short nights
that leave me
only touched by type
instead of your hand
Sometimes I CrySometimes I Cry11 years ago in Other More Like This
I feel like an angel
beautiful and so goddamn free
look at me everybody
somebody loves me.
This angel's wings
are lifted by the breath
of an angel so far away
and yet so close
Sometimes I feel so enlightened
so spirited and so touched.
Halo, harp, golden wings...
all because of you.
I feel so low
I could die and be content
in the air I didn't breathe
my breath has all been spent.
The ones so obvious
The ones that will take time to make
Nails in my coffin
Nails in my dreams
Bury me quickly
So that I may not see the light
So that I may not know
Just exactly where I went wrong.
Because of you.
Because I didn't know where to turn.
When to take the longer route.
Instead of taking the easy way out.
Sometimes I feel in the middle
Like a shadow during dusk
The shadow that knows she'll soon
The one that dances in spite of her fear
Her time in the sun is about to end.
Her road has been
bouquetBouquetbouquet10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was young, there was a honeysuckle bush in my parent's back yard.
When I wasn't too afraid of the bees that surrounded the flowers
I would go and pick some, sucking the marrow from their bones.
Then I would run inside and not tell my parents on purpose.
I walked to work and found an orchid in the street, before a yard of flowers.
I picked it up and was going to put it into my pocket
But then I realized that defeated the flower's purpose.
So I held it until I passed a pretty girl, and put it in her hair.
I went to see my girlfriend and I pulled a daisy from my pocket.
I smiled as she ate the whole thing.
Now she chews on flowers instead of putting them in her hair.
I guess this way she can keep them from becoming withered.
Everything symbolizes something else, every little thing.
Because I miss you I would give you violets, my love.
But when my father died they all became withered.
I guess its funny how we are all dying.
Sometimes I will wander around and get lost, my lov
"Night""Night" is the longest running show in the universe."Night"10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It started off quite a few years ago, and while some of the original cast have retired, cooled off, (and in one embarassing incident, mostly hushed up, collapsed in on themselves to form a naked singularity, although some of her co-stars were heard to mutter that she'd ALWAYS been a singularity in one form or another) for the most part, it's still going strong.
It was hard going at first. The first billion years was pretty dead. However, to be fair, there hadn't been much in the way of advance advertising, no posters anywhere, so really, you couldn't expect much. The rat stagehands that hang the stars in the firmament were philosophical. Nobody saw them anyway, so the fact that nobody saw the show at all didn't weigh on them much. The rest of the cast, encouraged by this example of rodent stoicism, went on with the show.
After a coupla billion years, however, it started to wear on them. People stopped scanning the seats every night l
FUCK CNNFUCK CNN11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I\'m sitting here at the computer, minding my own business. Talking to friends, trying to ignore the horrible pounding in my head brought on by a combination of two days deprivation from caffeine (I\'m an addict, no joke), 7 hours uninterrupted reading, and some fucks outside in their crap car pumping Eminem louder than he deserves through speakers who deserve better anyway. Swear to god, if they go back out there and start up that car again without turning it down, I\'m slashing their fucking tires. Anyway.
I\'m innocently surfing, and what bookmark do I click on? CNN. I\'m not proud of it. Next thing I know, I\'m looking at their front page... and I see what you see here. (Minus the Osbournes link already having been visited; I can safely say nobody in my family gave a shit.) I already had the idea for posting this, and more importantly, posting this little rant, so I decided to go through the links up top (Front Page stuff, you know) to see what was so stressingly important. Aye? Jo
matthew in the morningsmatthew in the mornings11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i asked if she had heard--
baseball bat to the
car window; fist
through the wall;
teenage angst, scrawled
clumsily on wrists--
mopped up with
and the lithium pills
everyday in the mornings now.
she said that she hadn't--
so i told her it was nothing.
WishesWishes11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't pray no more. I wish. Daddy says I'm a sinner but I don't care.
Maybe I don't have to care about nothing no more. Even if I did, I don't have the energy.
I'm tired all the time now. And I have to be strong enough to make my wishes.
I throw pennies in the fountain in front of the children's hospital. Not the regular pennies though. Ones I find on the floor. Heads up. Cause that means all day long ill have good luck. That means my wishes might come true.
I say wishes, but I only wish for one thing, really.
I don't pray no more. Momma cries about that sometimes. she thinks I'm a heathen I suppose. Some people say it. Maybe I embarrass her. That's why she cries. When I asked her "If god was real why would he do what he's doin' to me? I always went to church. I was a good boy. What'd I ever do to god?" she cried more. I think it was cause I'm right. But I didn't smile or nothing I just went on over to her and hugged her around the shoulders.
That's what daddy does when she cries.
Problems With This GenerationProblems With This Generation12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Problem With This Generation
The problem with this generation,
Our generation that is, meaning anyone between 10 and 25
And lacking awareness enough to be thoughtful
To the level that society should expect but is unwilling to enforce,
Is that we've gone it doggy style with too many Ja's,
Too many Britney's and Christina's (Strap on notwithstanding),
Too many corn fed popstar's and media moguls
With Beamers and marital problems that we actually care about, unlike our own.
An abundance of too grouped with too many many's,
Makes too many teenie boppers too preoccupied
With Winona Ryder's fetish for grand theft clothing items
And not too many many's going towards those occupied with self
Enough to notice the projection of it that they ignore.
Da problem wit dis generation
Iz dat we tlak in slang, and cn't spell cuz were 2 damn lazy
To, like, lrn teh rulz of grammar, makeing mistakes so, like, horrendus…?
Tht Hemmingway shud damn well b doin barrel rolls in his grave
How Long Is ForeverHow Long Is Forever11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How long is forever?
How can it ever last?
How can we look so forward
Without looking at the past?
Does it bleed through day?
Does it weep at night?
Does it tear through emotion?
Does it really have much might?
I suppose it\'s real
Though I can never tell
They tell you they\'ll be there
And leave after the bell
Maybe it\'s the beauty
That\'s infinite in today
But their wisedom upholds all
And their exterior does decay
They say they will hold you
They say they\'ll never let go
You turn your back for a second
And they\'ve become someone you don\'t know
But how can there be forever?
If you just walk away?
Without even breathing a word
You just turn and leave me strayed
So until I find this \"forever\"
I will wander proudly alone
Never giving into this reality
Never having a proper home
The Little MermaidThe Little Mermaid10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
horribly tangled in the net
of he who had fallen into the sea.
As she caught him,
breathed life through his lips,
cradled him toward the moon,
the breezes of the ocean sang
a melody of mourning.
Dawn found him on the beach,
a supposed dreamer.
She curled around herself.
No number of pearls could slow
the river of tears that mingled
salt to salt with the ocean
while she sang haunted songs
for the color of his eyes.
The tide grew with her longing,
but could only lap at his toes
as he stood on the shore and searched
for a kingdom under the sea.
She traded her voice
for legs and was silent.
The sea roared for her
as it washed her ashore.
He found her
and carried her
and smiled at the life in her eyes
but yearned for the ocean.
A barely remembered sparkle of scales.
A press of lips and flow of salty air.
Each morning he slipped away
to stand deep in the water
while she watched from his window.
New lakes formed in her eyes.
Manika: Teddy's ConfessionManika: Teddy's Confession10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
IT WAS SAID that Manika had been crafted out of pain. As a means of expressing whatever it was that had begun to claw at the insides of a man's heart.
And he – our "Father", the one being who created us, was so much like the Christian God who made the world and man upon that world, all because He could not think to exist in nothingness and the void of utter silence.
And so, upon carving out two eyes, he bestowed upon a simple block of wood the vision of something so close to whatever it is that makes humans what they are. By painting these eyes, he opened up the worlds and layers that show the complexities of a soul yet to be in full fruition.
By shaping lips that did not exactly smile nor frown, he gave the form a personality and a voice to speak for it. The purpose of such a shape, was to mimic people as truthfully as he could – for no one person was always altogether happy, nor always altogether sad.
He also gave her two hands, his way, perhaps, of showing his own need to
confessions of a broken heartPain... Tension... Fatigue...confessions of a broken heart11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anger, Aggression, Frustration.
All these unwanted sensations -
Burning, hurting, tearing.
My heart alone, cold and fearing.
Why won't you let me sleep, let me rest,
Let me forget
To eradicate, eliminate, destroy all my regrets?
These memories inside, swirling, twirling,
unwilling to reside in the corner of my mind.
Repeating, resisting, insisting -
Refusing to be denied its recognition
Of its position in my
Frustration, Confusion, Delusion.
Ah, to close my eyes and let time fly by,
Because there's so much to gain
By forgetting these dreams driving me insane.
Unfocused, unclear, out of control,
My world spinning, spinning, spinning,
My sanity flying through the door.
My reason, my logic, oh, it's tragic,
Like fine sands running through my hands,
I'm losing my mind.
Dans Paradise Paradox\"Clarvoiyent Contengentcy: Tha Bothers of Strife\" Part One Lines 1-47Dans Paradise Paradox11 years ago in Open More Like This
Another vision. A light Bekons me in tha
near distance. It is as if it is a
beacon, a solstice at high noon, lasting
til tha low moon. Tha face stares back,
heckling me through my traitor trailor
Tha tree frogs taunt me as I sip on tha
tainted water I found in a buckut,
Tha stench of sewer & soap can B
Tha springtime air pollut\'d by tha smog of
radiation that hangs over life.
Most feel as if they R quareentin\'d. That
once here there is no way out. Tha
only way out any I know, may have been
able to find, is to linger to what ever
lingers to U. Possibly that could B tha
staunch\'n corpse of an opossum, not play\'n, that
U have lay\'n in ure yard, or one of tha
thounsands of toss\'d away ratz in a
maze. U have never not yet notic\'d
tha overhead vultures land\'n & then pick\'n
them clean. Amazing!
Tha scorpian chases tha cousin widow into her
own web, but tha weight of their evil
My White RabbitMy White Rabbit10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One day my Love came to me
And said, "my Darling, let us have tea!
A tea that would flatter the Hare and the Hatter.
A good time to remember, you'll see."
Perhaps I should set the table.
Perhaps I should bar the doors;
For when the dreams come a-knocking
We'll be shaking and rocking,
Like insanity making love to the floor.
My Love and I sat at the table,
Drinking the tea with the dreams in mind.
"My Darling, don't fear.
We're all mad here,"
Said my Love in a voice truly kind.
Soon the dreams came like fury.
The violence, the calm, the shame.
Our poor fragile table
Was far too unstable
For the tea party's cruel little game.
The visions and dreams were all gone.
My Love and I lay alone.
The ruins of our tea were all we could see,
And an ache ran through our bones.
Fatigue, like a fever, was flowing.
"My Darling," said my Love,
"We should sleep."
He carried me to the bed, and lay down my head
On the pillows warm and deep.
I feel that the dreams are still with me.
Since the tea party they'
On the Eve of MOn the Eve of M12 years ago in Other More Like This
A ball is kicked
and the whole world hears "Wide Right";
seemingly indestructible machina plow
through mustard-ridden sands
while children cry and lie
about incubator babies
and creative minds give missiles
cute antagonistic names;
walls crumble and
the red fades into
memories of mushroom cloud dreams;
children revel in their power
to control a running rodent
and neglect to notice their hamster
lying malnourished and dead
on its once-redundant wheel;
clean in teens' ears
to drown out adult interpretations
of obscurely screamed messages,
"The children hate us";
prom queen's quickening popularity
pumps pure peer pressure
to purchase the pride of a porn-star,
decorating her tiara
with sprinklings of angel dust
in preparation for
her first night as
Jimmy's Crack Whore
and no one cares;
basements are decorated
with mosaics made
of lukewarm cans
and forever thirsty ramen noodles--
art unseen by the above-ground crowds
in their drunken lack of worry
shouting at the frigid nig
The RomanticThe Romantic11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've found myself among the lost;
Having sought, I seek again
the happy truth I nearly knew!
What joy had spurred each timid smile!
And oh! what passion stirred beneath
each and every stolen kiss!
To find a soul not dead to love,
elation in each passing glance,
another fearless heart for mine!
Were such a soul alive! Yet now
I've come so close, an
How to Write a Science ReportFirstly, one must think up of a title. A good title should be concise, to the point, nothing frilly, a little bit of dressing on the side…no, wait, we're thinking of salad. An example of a bad title is "The Grapes of Wrath." This title would be appropriate if the study was on the anger capacity of grapes, both green and purple, and a control onion, however it is not. We are studying gravity (We have already decided for you. We are all powerful. We refer to ourselves in the plural…we are that mighty.) So, in the interest of conciseness, we'll title it "Gravity."How to Write a Science Report10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Now it's time for your hypothesis. A hypothesis should be so incredibly obvious that it practically slaps you in the face with a cold mackerel. A good one would be "There is a lot of gravity around." This is concise as well. Remember, concise is the way to go! Short and sweet! Don't even bother with syntax and grammar! Hell, just throw random words out for all we
On The BusOn The Bus10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sitting Here On This Eaten Up Chair
I Just Was Looking
Or Call It A Stare
As People Got On The Bus
As People Were On The Bus
Guy Just In Front, Loner Without A Care
Type That Got Bullied
Sitting Next To An Empty Chair
The Gangsta At The Front
Checking His Reflection
Inside He Was Kind
Filed In The Wrong Section
Girl To The Left
Ear-rings Were Too Big
Done Up Like A Tart
And Puffing On Her Cig
Dressed Like A Millionaire
Two Million Outfits To Wear
The Only One I Couldn't See
I Had A Funny Feeling
That He Was Judging Me