All of the One LightIt's all for the love
(Which is all for the show).
The quiet thrill of the hunt for thought
Bites off my tangled tongue.
All fluttering eyes to the front
As my body trimmers from behind their vision.
Who's handling the supervision of
Whatever and whomever to call my mind?
The lips of my young mouth
Already engraved with the deep scratches of time.
Words drift the cracks
Only to be damned before they soar into light.
My weakness is no source of pondering pride.
I would hang my head
But the ice of the theater bulb
Stiffens my brittle bones
Strictly to face my judgment-day north.
"Go forth with the onward march!"
They shriek and they prod.
I hear the echoing slam of the tick of the tock.
I stand right there and shatter on the spot.
Writing Her Name[Writes project partner's name on paper. Freezes.]Writing Her Name3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I almost put a heart by her name.
[Fingers squeeze the center of forehead.]
I was this close.
[Girl asks if okay. Nods and gets lost in thought.]
Talk about problematic. That's not something I can charmingly roll off. She knows what I am. She may even know how I feel.
[Glances at girl. Girl smiles. Smiles back.]
I'm not looking to confirm that. She misses school and I feel a bit . . . off. It's like forgetting to get your favorite jacket before you leave the house. Something's not right.
[Rubs arms. ]
I mean, I really dig her. If I was a shovel and she was the ground, I would dig three feet. Not too deep, not to shallow. If I were in love with her, I would be digging six feet. 'Cause being in love someone you can't have is like digging your own grave.
By goodness, do I know how it feels to be six feet under holding on to the thought of someone. Just the thought. Never get
Stop the LRA (which includes Kony) A.S.A.PDo not assume that I'm trying to rebel against Kony 2012 because I think it's cool. I am not going against a popular cause for the sake of going against a popular cause. I am going against this cause because it is a flawed one. An exceptionally flawed one. There is a far better solution to the problem of children soldiers in Africa and the consequences of the situation than simply stopping Kony.Stop the LRA (which includes Kony) A.S.A.P3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It's great that they (Invisible Children Foundation) have raised awareness about Kony, but the way they did it, in all honesty, is disgusting. They hardly gave any facts. They mostly used pure emotions. Even the "facts" they presented were vague and gave no real background information. They used pure pathos with little to none ethos or logos. People have jumped on a bandwagon they know nothing about. I have known about and kept up with the Invisible Children foundation and children soldiers in Africa since the 5th grade. Yes, the 5th grade (which is five years ago, FYI). I know my facts.
The First LifelineThe wrinkles on my great-grandmother's face seemed to be from the weight of her ancestors' state of devastation and despair from hundreds of years ago. In fact, if you googled a picture of a Native American woman who traveled the "Trail of Tears," you may think she somehow managed to time travel. Her toothless smile rarely showed for objects or people who were supposed to make her laugh. Her crinkled lips would only curl into that adorable grin only if someone in the room showed their ignorance. With frail legs ruined by arthritis that has plagued her bloodline for many of generations, she still found a way to walk leisurely around the world without ever lifting her feet her mind. My great-grandmother was a pure genius in her own right. She may have not received a public education past what we call middle school today, but yet she somehow managed to outsmart almost everyone in our family. She met no competition -- at least none until I was old enough to challenge herThe First Lifeline3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Don't Stop TalkingDon’t stop talking.Don't Stop Talking10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me hear the echo of your voice
Resonating against the chambers of my head.
Don’t stop talking.
Maybe I’ll still hear you when I’m
Don’t stop talking,
But don’t you touch me.
Don’t you grab my shoulders.
Let me hear you
Before I crack against the mountain side.
So don’t stop talking.
Beauty in this Morbid FixationIf I were to ever misinterpret your thoughtsBeauty in this Morbid Fixation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the words that fluidly flow out of your mouth,
I am to be the biggest fool
To ever be bestowed upon this world.
I know little of the people around me.
I know little of the world around me.
However, I do know you --
You complex, vile creature.
It is always the most grotesque
That inspires the passion within my bare soul.
The most ugly, consorted human beings
Always ring a truth to me.
People like you seem to be the only real thing
In a place where it is generally conceived
That not a person can be trusted.
I care not to know of what
You are really thinking.
I want to become engrossed
In my game of guessing.
As I fixate more upon you and your world,
I lose touch of the objective view of mine.
'Tis fine though.
I'll find another one.
If I were to ever let you go
In this putrid life we have built together,
I am to be the biggest fool
To ever be bestowed upon our little Earth.
I know much of our Earth's inhabitants.
I know much of its features
CalamityI keep expectationsCalamity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my back jean pocket
and i tuck disappointment
into the folds of my shirts
they stay with me always
while confidence makes friends
with the dust bunnies under my bed
I store empty promises
under the weight of my spine
crushed by back bone shoulder blades
turned from fragile bones to wings that will never fly
and there is always anger
hidden beneath my fingernails
flooding my lungs until I can no longer breathe
while pleasure and pride
become the lost love child
of closets and old shoe boxes
frustration sleeps in my veins
accumulating like blood clots
incompetence makes itself at home
in the spaces between bones
and happiness loses itself
in shoes that don't fit
and sweatshirts that no longer hold warmth
Concept of ContemplatingHis lips curl into a fierce sneer. "Do you even matter?" He lifts her chin up roughly with his sandpaper-like hands. "This little trophy girl has been dried all up and melted down. You're nothing. You're crap on the Universe's foot. Your like that piece of gold I wore every day since age 10 and discovered at 42 it was turning my neck green. A false prize." He throws the wine from his crystal glass onto the girl.Concept of Contemplating3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Clean yourself up,dirty whore. At least try to be who everyone else wants you to be!" He yells as he stumbles away back into the dark.
The girl wipes tears from her eyes. He's right. She should at least try. Conformity is what the world is about. By telling everyone they are unique, you are conforming to a belief of individuality. By telling everyone we are all one and the same, you're not only contradicting the last statement, but also conforming to a belief of equality. Individuality has never existed. It truly never has. Even the most creative people had somethin
Sand In Between Your ToesName the waves hitting the shoreSand In Between Your Toes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After every addiction that has ever engulfed you.
Who need the support of others
When you got a bruised spine to prop you up?
Turn up the mp3 to the last notch.
Drown out the laughter surrounding you.
Sand in between your toes,
Pepsi in your hand,
And the sunset in your eyes.
Such a wonder nature is.
They say you need friends.
You need a lover.
You need some type of mother.
You got all the company you need,
Right inside your fragile mind.
These people you "need"?
Just like they obviously forgot you.
Toddlers building sandcastles.
Pale teens tanning.
Adults searching for the last beer in the cooler.
An active scenery for a flatline mind.
There's nothing to think about.
You could be here contemplating ideas.
But what would you use them for?
You could be here collecting shells.
But who would come and admire your collection?
All of this should leave a person in despair.
Or at least the average person.
But you find something most wouldn't.
of love and physics.I'd shatter and swallow every shardof love and physics.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of every glass vial in the world,
even if they were filled.
Yes, I'd swallow acid for you.
I'd peel back every layer of my soul,
and bare to you my rawest, radioactive self
if it meant you would love me.
It's too bad you've already decayed.
Destiny HesitatesEvery minute of every dayDestiny Hesitates4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find it harder to say
how much I love you
how much I trust you
I'm scared of what will happen
if I don't tell you on time
I'm worried that you're dying
and will never be mine
My words would awaken your heart
yet I'm afraid you'd break me apart
for my soul you already broke
and left me to cry alone
Your beating heart I sense
it creates a pleasing whisper
making me want your essence
and caress you with my fingers
...Lets save each other
by becoming true lovers...
Love: A Monologue of My Own Love was never meant to be easy. You'd think it was, the way it's portrayed. In the movies, the boy and the girl always fall in love in the end. They just can't help it. I've always wanted a love like that. I'm sure I'm not the only one, either. We all saw the boy-meets-girl scene, the joy of falling for someone, and the way the characters lived out their dreams. Knowing full well that they were just actors, filling the roles they were given, reading from a page that was written by some starry-eyed writer. But we wanted it too.Love: A Monologue of My Own7 years ago in Drama More Like This
I once starred in romance, the most movie-like romance you could get. It was so cleche. But I loved every moment of it, thinking, "This is just like a movie. This will be perfect. We will finally have our 'happily ever after'" But they had never showed in the movie, the part where the boy and girl fall out of love. The part when the boy f
Stalking's A NecessityForeign shadows move aroundStalking's A Necessity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they don't make but a sound
lurking in the depths
they've become your threat
Murky fog confuses you
its density darkens its hue
walk along the sidewalk
and you'll continue to be stalked
They're watching you with a sneer
while you feed them with your fear
can't out run them now
or you'd be chased down
They know your thoughts
for they've watched you wake up
knowing your daily route
they're completely mocking you
Just waiting for you to turn your back
and show that bravery you lack
they'll strike upon neglect
snapping your feeble neck
Making a shrine for your body
they've fucked it like it was somebody
satisfied with the hunt & kill
stalkers enjoyed their last meal
Piano PlayingI am a pianistPiano Playing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you are my piano, dear.
I play minuets along your ribcage,
Write love songs on your arms,
And press your vertebrae like keys
To let soft chords fill the empty space.
Your hairs are the resounding strings,
Your lips are polished brass pedals
That make everything loud and soft at the same time.
Kissing you makes the whole world shift up an octave.
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear
So let's write a duet in the dark.
My Only SalvationCurling in a ballMy Only Salvation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is my best defense
it may not do anything at all
but that's 'cause you can't sense
the security it gives
like being hidden in a shadow
I seem to live
my heart no longer being hollow
I cry myself to sleep
leaving my pillow wet
for all night I have weeped
till the sunset
I put a smile on my face
while on the inside I'm suffering
my heart wishes to chase
you, although it doesn't seem promising
that you'd love me back
'cause many times I have tried
and you've told me I lack
the vividness in my eyes
Since then I've locked myself
in a protective veil
that hides my emotions well
and marks your betrayal
The Edge and the Immobile CatcherHer lips were so cracked and bloodied, they looked as if she had attempted to carve every negative self-commentary she had ever thought into the crevices of her thin, pink lips. Her face -- florescent pale and glue quality pasty -- hadn't seen the sun since Microsoft has seen innovation. She had been reduced down to nothing but the clothes that loosely draped over her back and the sickly thoughts that dragged themselves through her mind. She wanted nothing more to do with herself. She wanted to pull her brain out of her skull and place it in a jar next to her heart and spirit. To never think again meant tranquility. No more disturbances from the demons that ran amok in her veins. No more thoughts or whispers of an indelicate, blade-equipped word. Her soul was made of the thinnest of paper soaked in the most polluted of water. She had nothing to offer the world except a dim sense of self and utter disillusionment. The black-and-white world advertised to her as a child turned out to beThe Edge and the Immobile Catcher2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lost YouHow can I lose someoneLost You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that was never mine?
How will I forget
the way his eyes shined?
There's an empty feeling in my life
that, I can no longer hide
I miss the hell you put me through...
all the times I cried...
Is any of this even real?
Did you really just vanish?
Nothing satisfies my thirst
for your sweet lips
nothing will make me realize
that it was you, who tear me to bits
You never said goodbye...
yet you hardly said hello...
Is this all in my head?
Some crazy dream
it feels so real
...or so would it seem
I let you used me
now I pay the price of solitude
while you're probably indifferent
just filling yourself with grace and virtue
An Empty WorldAnd then they took it allAn Empty World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and left me with absolutely nothing
No reason to cry
No willingness to smile
No desire to love...
I became numb to feelings
invisible to the world;
all the pain & anguish
finally took its toll
Lost deep within an abyss
no one cares to find me
they wish to see me perish
and laugh at my misery
Such a pathetic creature I am
stupid foolish blind
So drowned in self-pity
incapable ignorant unrealistic
No wonder they all abandoned me
who would care for a lost cause
Empty heart-Black soul
Intrusive mind-Rotten core
Shut Up!I kind of miss him...Shut Up!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, his kisses...
Shut up you stupid idiot, he never loved you!
I know it's true but I can't help it
the way he moved his lips with mine was just perfect
Shut up! Shut up! Ugh!
I felt safe in his big arms
tucked away from all harm
You gotta be kidding me, shut up already!
I really mean my words;
the few times he was nice
I'd became his world
Most of the time he was an asshole, shut up!
You don't know him like I do
he made me felt good
with his laughter ringing in my ears
Just shut up, you know he played you!
Maybe I don't care if he did
it was worth it...
Fucking blind fool, shut the hell up!
Painting FeelingsMy tears run down like razor bladesPainting Feelings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
carving numbers to my cheeks,
many tears along the week
have now turned to scars,
numbers getting higher
emotions turning sour
they represent the days
that I pass without you
See the sadness you drew,
on my foreign face?
Feel my shame
embrace my pain
Isolated in this desert
with the absence of time
damages my fragile mind
for I feel like sand
slowly slipping into air
Could you pretend to care?
at least I'd believe that
look what you've done
...com'on, say you've won...
Lost in the abyss of your heart
I've been condemned to sadness,
never thought it'd end like this
...I feel so cold
loneliness eats my insides
leaving no place to hide
I wish this didn't happen
can't you erase my memory..?
wipe away all melancholy...
Royal PurpleHello stretches his new face over the special-tape covering his now alien-like face muscles. How those surgeons did what they did three years ago, he'll never know. His facial muscles never bleed when he takes off his face to put another on. He has never received an infection. The mask never falls over his face no matter how much he moves it. Hello's face is foreign to the natural human's standard. In fact, his whole body is. Every day, he can change what he looks like. Any color, any feature, any special body signature. Even finger or feet prints. The only thing he can't change is his eyes, teeth, and personality. But that's nothing contacts, fake teeth, and great acting skills can't change. Today, he has a pair of full lips, tan skin, and a button nose. But his name . . . What shall it be? James? No, sounds too regal. Skylar? No, sounds too much like a daredevil. Ethan? Perfect. A name that carries affluence and charm, at least in his mind.Royal Purple3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ethan stands in front
You're my herioneOur relationship was never easy.You're my herione3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Constant bickering.. Small arguments neither of us really won.
I did, no; scratch that, do love you. But I didn't want you to be hurt by my words. I was terrified of you in pain, because of me. I want to be the shoulder you cry on; not the one who starts the tears. We weren't normal; always someone other we loved aside from each other.
You love him now; you loved me first.
I loved her first, but you stole my heart.
Our friendship was dysfunctional, to say the least. Near the end, there were more tears than laughs, more insults than compliments.
If I could do it over, I wouldn't have wasted time; I would've given you the love you so clearly deserve, I wouldn't have waited to be your only love. I should have taken the chance I got, but hey- these things happen?
Being with you was like a drug. When we had our good times, you made my heart warm and I found as more love than I ever believe I'll find. You were my high.
Though, our bad times, serious ar
Parasite Inside My MindI sense this feelingParasite Inside My Mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that someone's inside me
digging & carving
Nails impale my brain
he scratches my mind;
clinging for dear life
finding a safe place to hide
The thoughts he induces
would make you lose it
Get out of my head!
stop crawling around it!
he's leaving scabs
putrefying my insides
All I process is him
all I ever think about;
can't get enough
he won't ever leave
is my honest confession
Release is futile
I won't let him go;
keeping the memories in a pile
enjoy the show
Infecting me with himself
that's what parasites do
well infested I am
for I want to love you
Perhaps I care too much
gave him a reason to trust