Paper HeartsShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
The MoonriseThe Moonrise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
bleeding out.bleeding out.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. there's blood everywhere. it's all different shades of red. crimson, scarlet, blazing ruby. darkened in some places. it's slipping into the water and adorning it pink.
ii. pink. thulian. rose. carmine. puce. (puce is a yucky word, it sounds like throwup.) nadeshiko. coral. persian. carnation. salmon. pink in the water and its slipping out over the whitewashed walls onto the floor and it's going to drip and go through the ceiling like that one time a couple years ago. i hope dad doesn't get mad.
iii. it doesn't hurt anymore.
iv. it's sunshine outside and everyone is smiling. i'm a kid again and the world is all crayons and swingsets and people and i can see butterflies.
v. promise me you'll take care of yourself.
vii. your smile is what's in my head. you had pretty teeth. they were white because you didn't eat the junk food that made me fat you wished you could though. diabetics never have any fun.
viii. i can practically feel my body deflating like a balloo
IrelandIreland6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I counted the shades of green
in the land of my father's fathers
and set my watch back a hundred years.
I wrapped my tongue,
loosened by rich pints of warm Guinnesss,
around the Gaelic
and got punch drunk on the words of Yeats
Irish eyes and fiddle music.
I found the song of Erin
is a Pan reed boat
lost out on Galway Bay
where bards stitch their words
into fishing nets
and dream of old gods
under the moons of Connemara.
Winter In WarsawWinter In Warsaw3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She took my hand that stark winter's night
Somehow I knew we would be alright
Pale frost gives way to mid morning chill
I wait by the steps of her apartment block.
She smiles and waves from her windowsill
A quick kiss hello then we start to walk.
Down by the banks of the Vistula river
The sun takes heed to the falling snow.
A glint of her eyes sets my soul a quiver
The feeling she brings to my life I bestow.
The Mermaid statues put my mind at ease
In some ways they make me feel unafraid.
Blankets of ice cover the nearby trees
Huddled as one on the park bench we laid.
The world felt so right as we said goodnight
I took the tram home passing by Old Town.
A gorgeous sight Praga Północ shone bright
Like an uprising king reclaiming his crown.
December reigns down in a white flurry
We catch a show at the Tygmont Club.
The night grows old but we dare not worry
Taking in the music of this local hub.
We cut through Praski Park, all
Raw Hailed as the weeperRaw6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that cries in your stead
Those Albatross claws ruptured my redd
Gone is my hollow
of prickly twine
Leaving its chill-
burrowed 'gainst spine
I'll be the lost one
seeped in the
DarkThere is a plague upon the sun:Dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A limitless plenty
have discovered its power,
and have called for an expedition.
They have discovered a treasure,
determined its value,
and are willing to sacrifice.
Now the workers, factory in tow,
siphon the star with steel and scythe.
They breathe very little,
and their hearts are hardly beating,
for they have found a way around
the necessary requirements for living.
Connected to this pillar of insanity,
this factory in the sky,
is a belt.
Long and winding, it is where the bricks are laid:
pieces of the sun, transported back
to be sold and bought,
bargained and dealt,
to feed the freezing people
of the planet Earth.
You can see their fingers,
grasping at the fire,
their arms laden with the lighted cache.
They have forgotten the meaning of a quiet sunset,
falling into the western sky, the red sun making way for a silver moon.
Now, as the men in their suits drink the star like water,
they have forgotten even themselves:
a people drunk on a persistence f
CarolAmber waves across the seaCarol6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They beckon all to dance with glee
Come not close to the amber tides
Sadly here a ghost resides
Her name was Carol, and she fifteen
When along came a man, handsome and keen
Her brilliant smile and hair spun gold
Brought such fervor of men so bold
He wooed her gently, a smile, a kiss
As Carol floats on the sweetest of bliss
He took her heart with startling ease
But claimed such virtue a tormenting tease
My sweet young dove, I love none other
He begged a kiss beyond her flutter
She gave her virtue to loves desire
But soon his interest spanned the pier
That man made a promise hed never keep
My sweet young dove, Ill die, else weep.
Beyond this fortnight, I shall return,
My love for you shall evermore burn!
And so young Carol made her vow
To wait for him and never prow
Upon the cliff, shed wait all day
Until ships glancea glimmered ray
Each dusk would come; her trapped in game
Lamenting her past, fraught
RunawayRunaway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
fingers slipping to tips
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
cool air and space
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
a place where
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
beyond the heavy veil.
from crimson and orange reflections,
onto the multicolored carpet below.
nature cries her tears upon
summers lush verdant
of weeks gone by.
away she goes,
lost to the forest
feet balanced upon
16.7.1945You can't blame them for what they did, not really.16.7.19454 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their war, ensnaring the most powerful countries in the world and sending millions of their finest young men and women out as if to the slaughter, had been raging for nearly six years. Both sides showed no sign of faltering, entertained no thought of surrender. Something had to be done to break the psychological stalemate. Something that would make men fall to their knees in awe even as their cities and their people disappeared in a flash of white light.
What the scientists and the handful of informed onlookers say today in the desert under heavy rain will never be known by man, for the age of man will end in approximately ten seconds. There was talk that the test be delayed until the storm has passed to avoid magnifying the fallout, but orders came from far above that they need these results now, and when the scientists get an order like that, it would cost them more than their lives are worth to ignore it. They place bets while t
The good, the bad, the ugly 1The good, the bad, the ugly 1The good, the bad, the ugly 15 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
oder: Über Ärsche, Pageviews und Daily Deviations
Nicht lange her, dass ich hier meinen Arsch gezeigt habe, und es hat mir Spaß gemacht. Ich hatte meinen Spaß daran, eine Menge Notes zu bekommen, viele zweifelhafte Komplimente und eine ganze Menge Pageviews, mehr als fünfunddreißigtausend Pageviews in wenigen Wochen. Ich hab damals auch unter kissin2bkissed alle möglichen Texte, Gedichte und Geschichten geschrieben, aber die Pageviews kamen vor allem durch meine Fotos zusammen, und vielleicht haben meine Texte damals ein paar mehr gelesen als jetzt - jedenfalls, sobald sie sich an meinen Fotos satt gesehen hatten. Ein paar Frauen fanden mich mutig, einige haben mich beleidigt, und die Typen haben fleißig onaniert und ein paar nette Worte geschrieben, die vor allem darauf hinaus liefen, dass ich bitte mehr und immer mehr zeigen sollte. Dann immer die nervigen Fragen: "Bist das
Ottumwa ShamanIn Iowa, weeping willows dream ofOttumwa Shaman4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tigers, born in pagan fog, their
Coat of stripes singing shaman
Songs; shrill symphonies of grief.
Heaven tilts, crashes, and we race
The dirt to get away. We drink the
Earth with bullets of air and grow
Dizzy, light-headed from breathing
Some far off flame. Perhaps a poet
Who braved the fog of Ottumwa, and
Caught fire. Every cowboy has his
Six chances before high noon, before
The fog forms wispy jackals to take
Them home again. Every son inherits
An empty gun, six voids to fill with
Answers, skimmed and guessed from the
Covers of books their fathers used
To read. There is no other way.
In sleeping, I have been to Iowa,
And I learned where wiccans go
To make their bed. I do not know now
If I had dreamed the weeping willow,
Or if it had bent low to dream of me.
In Iowa, there is no such truth, only
Depth, and the shaman's song of grief.
Fallen Illusions Ch 10Eventually your chaperons awoke, then told the driver to stop near a small brook. While they were setting up the tables and chairs, you and Alastair watched the water together. It seemed odd to you to bring such elaborate furniture to a picnic, but you quickly realized there was no way you could sit on the ground in your dress. The process alone would probably send you rolling down one of the hills.Fallen Illusions Ch 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
The mental image of you rolling like a barrel while everyone chased after you was so strange it sent you into a fit of giggles.
"What's the joke?" Alastair asked.
"Oh, um, n-nothing." you replied, trying to control yourself.
"Come on, share." he said, poking you in the shoulder.
Figuring it couldn't hurt, you whispered to him what your imagination had managed to conjure up. To your delight he burst out laughing as well.
"That would be a sight now, wouldn't it?" he managed to choke out as the two of you snickered. "Guess if you start to fall, I'd better catch yo
Six word story.Don't worry world. We'll get there.Six word story.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the ChildrenIf my spirit flies at the end of WinterFor the Children3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
go down every day to the soil and watch for the sprouts to rise
watch their green fresh moist leaves reach upwards to the sun
know in your heart their tender roots wriggle downwards to water
and if you think of me then, perhaps I am there
If my spirit flies at the end of Spring
go down every day to the moss beside the bubbling wood brook
feel your body sink into the soft greenness as you listen with care
know in your heart the song of the brook carries the healing of fire
and if you think of me then, perhaps I am there
If my spirit flies at the end of Summer
go down every day to the meadow where the fires burn bright
let your body feel warmth on one side and the other cool then turn
know in your heart the soothing warmth and crisp cool ride on air.
and if you think of me then, perhaps I am there
If my spirit flies at the end of Autumn
go up to the top of the lonely mountain where the world lies below
turn and turn slowly to hear the echoes of col
Flower HeartFlower Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Eyes Have Been Soiled
My Cheeks Are Tarnished
Most Foul Face Known
Have Streamed Their Way
Newly Soiled Eyes
They've Tarnished My Cheeks
Made My Face Hideous
They Flow Throughout My Body
The Same Way My Cold Blood
Flows As Well
Through My Heart
Through My Soul
I've Been Told
We All Have Flower Hearts
We've Been Born With Small Seeds
They're Inside Us All
The Only Way For Them To Grow
Is To Make Tears For Them
The More Tears We Make
The More Powerful
Our Flower Hearts Become
My Flower Heart
Will Become Stronger Too
And All These Tears I've Cried
Will Make Me Beautiful