in betweens -set of four-in betweens -set of four-10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere between the intake,
of calorie eight hundred and forty seven,
and nine hundred twenty two,
i had this un-categorized, salty thought.
but by the time i found a low carb pen,
i digested it.
in the midst of drags,
of cancer's pen,
and stained brown thought,
lie the tales of merry organs.
and with a warning i cough,
stories lost in smoky air.
winter gives me time to think,
with periods of waiting
for my auto to heat,
before i can be assimilated
on rounded rubber feet.
in between shots
of caramel friends,
stumble jokes that rip
through monotony and
it was during this time ,
a slurred slip
cost me her affections.
For I have SinnedFor I have Sinned9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once had
An affair with Jesus,
When my legs were swollen
And my eyes looked like heat
It was kept quite hush-hush
Afraid that Hashem would find out
And no Holy Mary's or hall-
would save me . But his voice
Beat wildly with the
Promise of a fake honey heaven
Complete with wings that would
Be glued onto my shoulder bones.
And I suffocated under
The red light from his
I didn't believe in
Men nailed on crosses
But I needed a cross-heaven
With twinkle angels
And winged warriors.
I kept waiting to be kissed
By fate, to be swept up
In the arms of forgiveness
And to elope with
A man who had scars on his wrists
Like my own.
But he chose
Millions of women
In white and black,
With purer thighs
And glass eyes
their eyes closed.
Chocolate Covered RodentsChocolate Covered Rodents10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My momma always said,
"Life's like a box of chocolates,
you never know what you're gonna get."
and I always used to say,
"Momma, what was life like
before they put chocolate in boxes?"
About that time there was this little girl.
In a strawberry cream square
she found the skull of a rat.
It must have snuck through the clockwork
of that factory,
the one up on the edge of town
where the squatters get high now.
Her neighbours said that she cried
all night for weeks on end.
They say that's what drove her mother out.
And her teachers were so concerned
they held a meeting to discuss
the little girl's paintings
of chocolate-covered rodents.
And her dad! He was so mad
That he came out with a statement,
all emotional and frail looking.
"What's the world coming to,"
and he's quoted to this day,
"when we can't trust chocolate
to be chocolate any more?"
It reminds me of my own little girl.
"Chocolate's like a box of lifes
you never know what you're going to get."
and I say to myself,
What was choco
The Angel only you can seeThe sun shines down but I'm so cold,The Angel only you can see9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can I stop the pain.
I'm nodding to sleep now,
no reason anymore to be awake.
I see angels flying down,
There really pretty don't you know.
Its time to go I feel so safe,
I'm warming up from an angels glow.
Whats happening here I'm turning back,
Its not my time the angels say,
be strong hold on to what you have.
I'm waking up now what went wrong,
I want to go don't they know,
Its not my time so Ive been told!
Ive been told to stay to be strong,
to look out for you that's what the angels say.
They say I cant go that I have to stay,
that I'm to strong to give up like that,
to put up a fight and not let go,
to be your friend your soul-mate to the end.
So don't push me away you've tried before,
from now on till the end,
Ill be your friend your best-est friend.
Ill be strong for you,
Ill cry for you,
Ill be happy for you.
Ill love you like a brother,
yet watch out for you like a mother .
I'm here to stay I'm here for keeps,
I'll always here no matter
OutmodedOutmoded10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pick-pocket cigarette, first of the day, meets my lips
with the shock of the afternoon-daybreak sun.
a single chance of impression, careless as the blurs
passing by, lands amongst the first to jump at it
and when one's clever enough to see above the rest,
the maddening roar of everyone else
is just enough to drown any incidental gleam,
dreams of what they should have been.
now I sink in unseen corners, shroud myself
behind imaginary one-way mirrors, scribbling
as fast as possible, capturing it all, save for
when I am far too lost in it; myself a victim.
are these to be encyclopedic rolls of the tongue
like soft-blip, rhetorical representations with just
enough candor to be passed off as an epic catalog
or am I dribbling a false self-titled endowment?
the pilingi'm torn between my eyes,the piling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart, my head, my thighs,
all ache for a decision,
while you state your own position,
in this torment of a dance,
we neither kill off or enhance,
because we both have the urge,
and the far off distant surge,
of emotion down below,
when we send the final blow,
and we leave at different paces,
circling mad till we meet faces,
and you take my hand again,
and we dance until the end,
and the moon to the sun will lose,
pull up jeans and tie up shoes,
disappear into the morning,
without words and without warning,
and we talk without our faces,
from our own mysterious places,
which sends thoughts into our minds,
should i stay? what will i find?
could we make a perfect home?
one that comforts when alone?
could we make a pretty baby?
handsome man or gorgeous lady?
could we be happy just us two,
would we stray? what would we do?
and it's all a bit confusing,
cuz i win and then im losing,
in a game that twists and turns,
through your mind; a maze that burns,
CITIESoneparenthesesCITIES9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was if i am not mistaken
two of us roaming flowing in and along the
July streets of a reckless city nothing stop
ping the caffeine drip and the
roasting of bowl and bowls in every barely
cranny Chicago could not see; A fewah
cigarsss she treated us as travelers and
we toasted over semi-bland food- Gawd
it was that day if it could not have been any
different; longing for experiences
like those is painful painful
We are 2wo of a Kind that will
roam street after street sticking out a
brief arrogance towards a limitless number
two Americans who can't
figure anything mentionable or EVEN worth twoanda
half hours. It's really too bad
for the city of Portland. When we roam we
light up streets and they tend to not let
go of our close to the same size feet.
I missher naturally like i miss good food
and soft clean carpet. This does not
scare me because I'm eighteen and i'll heal.
What is slightly unnerving is that this city
may be parch
EnvyEnvy11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Any second now
You'll walk into play
Just another way
A different kind of stain
The pressure's building up
Of pleasure and content
Open and unlock
I'll lay you down soft
Awake a tasteful tongue
To feel you all the way
Welcome feeding hands
And grab you at the waist
Close your eyes
And don't peek
I run my fingers through
So I can open you
Another silk touch
With a sweet kiss
You're breathing out loud
You make the perfect sound
Can you feel me?
We'll talk dirty
and then, you can breathe me
underneath the light
underneath the time
we feel boundless
your body nailed to mine
I envy you (I'll empty)
I'm going fucking crazy
Just to have you (I'm empty)
We peel the covers off
and throw them on the floor
All the body heat
Leaves me wanting more
I wanna touch you
Then control you
Will you take me?
We'll wait and see
My heart starts to pace
I look at your face
Just the focus on the mind and in your eyes
It takes shape
It takes form
All I want is a little more
Cardigan StreetDo you remember Cardigan Street?Cardigan Street6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The gingerbread bricks, stale and crumbling,
and the olive green gate that shuddered shut
as we trampled the nettles beneath our feet?
The spiders webs ruptured and blossoms left tumbling
as we made our way through to the old Brownie hut?
Do you still have the relics we found in the dirt:
the mossy roof tiles and the pieces of flint?
Do you remember Tag and Postmans Knock,
the tears and skinned knees, the rip in your shirt?
The careful halving of the last Polo mint,
the careless disregard of the clock?
Do you still trace the endless engravings,
the we-were-heres and initialled hearts,
the scratched names of people that well never meet?
Will you forget all the rantings and ravings,
the exchanged daisy chains, the well-never-parts?
Will you pause for a second from scrimpings and savings,
your self-help books and your fresh new starts,
to look back, nostalgic, and sigh, bittersweet,
then go back to forgetting our Cardigan Street?
.Fuck The Anti-Individualism.inflicted with the distortion they call education.Fuck The Anti-Individualism.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brainwashed, medicated, and under construction
tempting the little children, converting abominations
reversing the process of damnation; no fucking elaboration
don't wear those metal chains and piercings, jeans that are black and torn
don't headbang to music, don't do drugs, don't watch homosexual porn
throw down your guns and scream FUCK YOU
you want to live and let them know that we die TOO SOON
live your fucking life while there's still TIME
because i am the reaper, your soul will be MINE
pick out the deteriorating crust and all the filthy little worms
cut them into sections and watch the halves squirm
little boys and little girls, don't eat your candies in public rooms
curl up in your bed and suck the poison, never ever assume
EpilogueUrrgh! Why is this taking so long? Sokka said burying his head in his hands. He had begun to hate this section of his house, the walls which he had been staring at for hours, the chairs that seem to mock his frustration at having to wait outside. I should be in there. He knew that babies took their time in coming but this was just ridiculous. He sighed and slouched into his chair letting his arms dangle lifelessly from the sides.Epilogue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dont worry Sokka Im sure everything is going to be f...
Dont say fine Toph. Things were fine 3 hours ago, things are not fine now. Sokka said glaring at Toph, she on the other hand shrugged nonchalantly. Sokka suddenly shot up, his face lit up with the prospect of a new idea. What if she needs my help or wants me to get her something? He said innocently.
Not Again. Zuko grumbled . Sokka stood up quickly.
No really, I could go in and see if Suki needs, urm
A Moment of DoubtThere is nothing like waking up to the sound of bird song in the morningKatara thought to herself as her eyes slowly fluttered open. The sun had just begun to rise illuminating her surroundings in an almost golden sheen. She stretched and turned to her side finding that her partner was no longer there. How anyone could wake up at the crack of dawn each day she would never know. Slowly, Katara sat up and rested against the bedhead whilst looking out towards her open balcony. No matter how many times I see it, the sunrise is always so beautiful. She said stroking her growing tummy. Soon youll be seeing it with me little one she whispered.A Moment of Doubt6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Good morning. A voice called from the bathroom.
Morning, she replied. Zuko walked in with a towel around his neck wearing black baggy trousers and drying his jet black hair. Smiling, he came and sat down besides Katara on their bed.
Youre up early. Zuko said playfully.
GunslingingGunslinging11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says the author at our building door,
"that there are no fires in Brooklyn."
But he is blind at 8:00,
and too easily persuaded by the dole of feminists
skinned by gabbling coins,
as good a donation as a hunger artist could hope for.
His only subjects of choice are
and the sexual affections of male ballet dancers;
but he has never broached them in the same conversation.
This is why. This is why,
when we hear him talking about fire,
we are all thrown from the memory
of our standard/gather-round/assumed positions,
and why we all
to find vacant plots on the cement around him,
and whip out our lighters and dear cigarettes:
agile, self-mangling gunslingers,
we have been prepared for this pleasant novelty
The PastThe past is behindThe Past7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But I still feel the ripples
Disrupting my flow.
Streetlight Inspiration 2.0And when you wake up, everything is gonna be fine. I guarantee that you wake in a better place, in a better time. So youre tired of livin you feel like you might give in, well dont. Its not your time.Streetlight Inspiration 2.06 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
-Thomas Kalnoky, Streetlight Manifesto
One night, around 2:00 am, I heard a knock on my door. Having only fallen asleep to the sound of rain about an hour before, I was groggy and annoyed that someone would be at my apartment at this hour. As a struggled to wake up and make myself presentable (I sleep in my underwear), the knockings increased in frequency and intensity. When I finally reached the door and opened it, I found a wet mass of hair flung into my face. Her arms wrapped around my midsection, and based on the sobs I heard, water wasnt the only reason she was wet.
She pulled herself away after a few minutes and I realized who it was. Annie Stoddard. I hadnt seen this girl since our high schoo
Vader resignsVader resigns over Stormtrooper recruitment fiascoVader resigns7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DEATH STAR II, - Darth Vader, feared servant of the Sith and ruler of the Galactic Empire, heeded the numerous calls this week from leading members of his Death Star supreme cabinet and resigned this morning following a series of administrative catastrophes that have left the reputation of the Empires dreaded Stormtrooper regiments in tatters.
I can no longer maintain my position whilst competence and efficiency remain in our respected Stormtrooper units, a broken and demoralised Vader claimed during a press conference whilst orbiting the planet Endor last night, it will take a miracle to restore the traditional values of cowardice, poor marksmanship and dying that have established our Stormtrooper legions as not only the most feared, but also the most hilarious forces for evil in the galaxy.
Fears were first raised about the apparent degradation of recruitment standards last month, when un
.Gaybasher.sorry to paint distaste into your lips,.Gaybasher.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i'm due back at the slaughter house
will i see you there, stranger?
or will i see you on the way home again.
fuck you if i knew i'd bleed tonight,
fuck you if i knew you'd be lurking.
there's something that hurts so much more
when it comes to this, your godlessly driven crucifixion,
i don't know you; i cannot hunt you down and kill you.
and i would.
god knows i would.
hell's already got the murderer's mark.
love. for the reason i feel, you need to hate?
minutes after dusk there is no evolution,
no darwin- we're all just beasts after all.
but none so much as your kind.
i believe there's no humanity left inside,
just a decorative shell to deceive.
Damn that sunDamn that sun9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the
A Perfect fishfinA Perfect fishfin9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doorbells elope with grape-colored Hope.
Tissues embrace the exploding nose.
elbows and knees
sofas and trees
have swallowed me up before I said please.
And wedged in-between
is my bloaty birthday
where I waddled around
with glossy brown opals
Oh the World was merely Two.
The End of A Wandering HeartSpellbound yet twisted amongst the stars;The End of A Wandering Heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Branches curved away,I sink to glance up
Upon a knoll, under the tree of dreams,
Yet the wind whispers: never what it seems.
Lost to the night unspoken drifts,
The further apart to another place.
Don't let go, I hear them say
Yet I walk the distance another way.
Though the stars twinkle, they never speak
Shaded away, yet still seeking their gaze,
Who knows what dangers lurk? I hide away,
In the shadows, I currently remain.
Don't find me, but secretly I hope,
A helping hand will be found.
And so I search even though I say no