the absolute and withinthe absolute and within10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Absolute and Within
The night sky
and the clouds danced
a white tarantella
for the coming change
as the wind sang
an upbeat dirge
in the key of diamond dust
from every ring
That was the night
Lovermy skin dissolvesLover11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your lips
my breath sets
your skin afire
my breast melts
under your tongue
my mind turns to whispers;
desire travels my veins.
I am an arch
of a fine tuned harp
strummed for bleeding fingertips
the moon is nothing
compared to the glimmer
of the sweat on my back
boiling into grains
of tiny, delicious rocks
retreating in the palm
of your hand
that owns me.
NEW WORLD ORDERNEW WORLD ORDER10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"NEW WORLD ORDER"
I am nauseous and weary of humanity. I am revolted and emaciated from others conformity. I cannot bear to exist another day conscious of the world's continuous heading in the same direction that is unless someone stops it. It is time to remove the blinders off of the nations who cling to them as if it is their source of life. It is time to cause those who cast their self-righteous stones to realize exactly who it is they are casting them at. It is time to make the corporations preying on the naive youth for their sheep like qualities to take another look, to recognize that everybody is not as gullible as they deem. It is time to succeed in forcing those whisperers and nay Sayers to stand up and take notice. The time has come to join together as one and influence a revolution. Together we will break the molds that ha
the infinite path...the infinite path...10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
T H E I N F I N I T Y W I T H I N
Beware!!! Know that once you start down this path to owning infinite power you will never again be able to use history as an excuse. You are the power of all existence. Respect the evolution you find yourself in, as you are part of the infinite energy that is reality.
Always consider the impact of your silent thoughts, always be aware of the internal dialogue. Observe it, comment to self on why? Is it positive or negative? Watch the hidden nature of your dialogue, your motivation. Am I manipulating? Seeking anything?
I am power because I am...
E X P A N D I N G Y O U R A W A R E N E S S
You are constantly projecting and recieving energy, everything emits a thumbprint of energy, a feeling. Place your awareness into other things to discover how they feel. Start demanding constantly that your mind notice everything, your
Fragile MomentsFragile Moments5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stop me before I say too much
and nudge me if I don't
Accept me for all that I may do
and forgive me if I won't
Fraught with fear within my mind
sensing a mirage I cannot see
Twisted amongst the boughs of time
refusing to set me free
We remember what we want to
and forget what causes pain
No rhyme or reason in our thoughts
So random is the gain
Lay a hand upon my skin,
So ashen in all its white
Afraid of warmth and comfort,
such closeness causes flight
It sets my heart to beating
Such pounding in my chest
My soul is sent to fleeting
catching love that's lain to rest
Please stop me before I say too much
Please hold me if I don't
Please accept me for all that I may do
Please forgive me if I won't
AngelsAngels10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they cry tears of joy
they guard us from harm
seraph fights for the almighty
archangels fight for earth
angels are all around us
they cherish the world
Lead MeLead Me11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Off into the middle of nowhere in
the blazing heat of the sun,
Where the wind is warm and our
shadows play with us.
Take me by the hand and look into
my eyes as my heart skips a beat,
And I will follow you to the edge
and beyond the void.
Deep into the virgin fields soaked
Sparkling gold in the sun..swaying
with the wind.
Where we will find happiness in
their glistening tears,
And I will follow you into the
Back to the beginning where stars
Where the wind is still warm and
the shadows peacefully slumber.
Wrap your arms around me and feel
the apex of love's deep power,
And life will coil and recoil upon
itself as we succumb and watch the
havoc from below.
expressed in degreesexpressed in degrees10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Expressed in Degrees
on our knees
crawling through mountains littered with insane asylums
small cardboard boxes of lost sanity disposed of -
society chokes on anything that doesn't fit in
the norm - literal: a definite article chasing an adjective -
none of those shoes fit us
and we're down again from blistered feet
on hands and knees
and around the corner we see -
salvation in the form of shredded papers
refuse of lost fairy tales -
a jumble of letters.
Sharp paper edges
pulp knives held in desperate hands
another night -
with tape and glue in front of the fire barrel
trying to make sense from what is everything
to someone who is considered nothing
in the eyes of a stranger it all comes together again
vowels, conjunctions, verbs -
the action words that make your heart snap.
It's twelve o'clock
and what have we got?
a fist-full of rambling
pulled from life's junkyard -
beware of dog.
Visceraostracize the wounded; listen!Viscera7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the way they graze over sidewalks,
un! deux! trois! quatre! cinq!
counting bones and the chipped teeth
of sun-browned children, they come
six! sept! huit! neuf! dix!
plus one/subtract the liver, and stipple
the ribs with paint; this thin viscus,
crippled with veins - - stilled eyes
some porphyry and feldspar flecked,
onze! douze! treize! quatorze! quinze!
counting small rodents and bag pipes - -
lisping fingers from the wagon train
like pale arachnids between the spokes
In The Closet Ch. 2In The Closet Ch. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first thing on my mind in the morning was Michael. Did I really meet him, or was it all a dream? Just to be sure, I decided to get ready anyway.
'Hmm Where are my black skinny jeans?' I thought, holding a red, v-neck shirt in my arm, while the other rifled through the dryer. "Aha!" I exclaimed triumphantly, yanking them out. I slipped the clothes on, and went to put on a little foundation, some blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara. I'd just cut my hair shorter, so there wasn't much to do except brush it.
I heard a soft knock on the door, and jumped violently, before laughing at myself nervously. I opened, and there Michael stood, looking like an angel. He giggled, and for some reason it made me blush. "We match." He said, giggling again. I noticed what he was wearing, and sure enough, it was black skinny jeans, and a red, button-up shirt. We made eye-contact, something inside me realized just who was standing at my door, and the ground rushed up to my face.
The Lesbian Axe CommercialThe Lesbian Axe Commercial8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
SCENE – GENERIC DEPARTMENT OR DRUG STORE, DEODORANT ISLE
CUT TO deodorant isle sign. FOCUS IN, FOOTSTEPS.
Young adult female with short hair and semi-masculine attire walks down the isle. Looking bored, she reaches for a flowery, feminine stick deodorant. Halfway through reaching, she stops and turns her head towards a wall of Axe Body Spray.
FOCUS on Axe. Then, FOCUS back on female. She picks a can up, looks it over, and smiles.
CUT TO Axe can going down conveyor belt to be paid for.
CUT TO female in parking lot. She sprays herself with Axe, stands there and waits. Nothing immediately happens.
(scoff) I guess it doesn't work on everyone. What a rip off.
Female goes to toss the Axe can in the trash. BOOM. Female is tackled by horny blonde woman who comes out of nowhere.
CUT TO black screen with words "AXE BODY SPRAY:"
FADE TO words "AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY ATTRACTION."
CUT TO female leaving parking lot with several attractive women in tow. ZOOM IN to can of Axe Bod
Come Home MichaelIf tears could build a stairway and memories build a lane,Come Home Michael6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.
The HouseThe House8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Jessie was sitting in front of the computer, working, when the scratching sounds first crossed the threshold of her consciousness. The noises were slight, and she stopped typing to cock her head and listen. Nothing. She went back to her typing, sure that she had imagined the faint scratching. The house was quiet except for the clattering keyboard. She had just moved into this house. The only furnishings in her three-bedroom residence were a couch, a chair, two end tables, and a coffee table; her bed, a dresser, and a folding table beside the bed; and her computer and computer desk. No television and no radio for background noise, since she hadn't yet bought them. She liked the solitude and quiet and was in no hurry to make those purchases. For too many years she had lived with noise and confusion. It was nice to be able to sit and enjoy quiet surroundings instead of the clamoring chaos of her former home.
Finding this house had been a boon. Sh
A Sonnet CallA Sonnet Call10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No anger fills me, though i'm rather pissed
as here I stand and testify with drawl
(by stand I mean I'm propped against a wall—
I conquered seven vodkas with a twist).
My call is for a woman I once kissed;
the girl back at the bar that stopped the brawl
and told me that I had one lovely call!
As firm as metal clasped around my wrist,
her love has grasped my heart and won't let go.
My lawyer said I should not say a word,
but I must tell the world about this treat!
Inebriated glee from head to toe
that frees my heart and makes my vision blurred…
oh officer, you make my life complete.
Get OutGet Out10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Get out of my head.
Get out of my heart.
You're making me feel
Like I'm falling apart.
You don't know how I
Feel about you;
I don't know what I
Am supposed to do.
It wouldn't work out.
We're not meant to be.
So do me a favor
And don't talk to me
For when you do
It just makes things worse.
The more my lips smile,
The more my heart hurts.
You're not welcome here.
Get out; go away.
Let me forget
About you today.
I need this time
To let myself heal.
A dream of us two
Could never be real.
We're just far too different
And you like someone else.
So leave me alone.
Leave me to myself.
Get out of my head,
Get out of my heart.
You're making me feel
Like I'm falling apart.
The Secret of LifeSome people say future and past don't exist, that you should live in the moment.The Secret of Life10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Then, I ask you: why do we have children?
How could we reach the level of knowledge we have today?
We build on top of each other, on top of the past, and the past is the very thing that forges us, the very reason we are what we are.
Living in the moment means saying that we shouldn't be concerned about our planet, about the fact that we are running out of resources.
Truth is, we already are living in the moment.
Truth is, we already are living like animals, ignoring the future.
On the other hand, ignoring the future can ease the pain of acknowledging what life actually is, just like ignoring the past does.
But no amount of deep insight and knowledge can be obtained without any price.
No pain, no gain.
Are you ready to accept reality and fight to seek knowledge, or do you prefer living in your shell, in your own reality?
Neither is wrong.
Reality is what
you choose it is.
Make your choice.
And be proud of i
Magdalene's skyMagdalene's sky6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Magdalene always was a force unto herself.
She was oil in water, asteroids against gravity,
evolution on dinosaurs than succumb to it,
she was psychedelic, florescent, electric in every way,
she was freshly mown grass and burnt candles,
she was rich warm cream and delicate peaches,
she was never ending summer evenings spent under oaks,
she was the colours of autumn and the passion of artists,
she was short owl feathers and biblical pelicans,
she was vulcanic matter bubbling beneath forgotten seas,
she was golden hay rustling in gentle breeze,
she was the mortality of a clear sky in April.
Skies, endless ones... in April, May, June, July,
every month of every year,
she'd lie and watch the sky stretch on forever above her
and lose herself in the unfathomable beauty of it;
the lazy crawling of clouds,
the majesty of royal eagles
the kaleidoscope patterns
of dust caught in the wind.
Some days, Magdalene lived for the skies alone.
Some days, nothing else in the world mattered.
Flash Fiction: Good Business We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?Flash Fiction: Good Business6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
I feel.... ah... A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. I feel fantastic. Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
Would you like to see your new body? A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd like to see. He pointed her towards the mirror that had been cleaned of all dust and grime.
The TouristShaved legs,The Tourist8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blown glass cracked on the edges
two for the price of one
sell away all our liberties
and let them speak for us.
Play out the wrong card
the captain salutes a sinking ship
and a hurricane winks at the corner of our eye
pulled in a whirlpool.
Tornadoes suck themselves in
paradox in a pillowcase
and you wonder what's keeping you up all night
(no, I can't sleep, either)
the monster under your bed
or the monster laying there
inside your mind all the time
and making your hairs stand on the ends.
Life playing on repeat
sinks clogged with secrets too painful to keep
so hard to settle and slow down
rushing head, losing pace
merciless when you beg to finally collapse.
Shave the ashes from your legs
you're fragile like glass
so easily blown and shaped
so easily swallowed and cracked
(and it's not just the edges this time).
Photograph of My MemoriesPhotograph of My Memories10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like an old photograph you are in my heart;
A faded face with a darkened outline;
But I can recall your smile, lovely and smart;
Like a smirk with arrogance, softly sublime.
You roar with confidence in your haughty voice,
With your chuckles and loud comments galore;
Yet inside you are quiet by discerned choice
A broken tulip that jeering kids adore.
Like a spring wind yo blow in with sweetness
Hot and cold and quick and soft all at once;
A lick of paradice showing my weakness;
Wanting to hold you despite the distance:
You are my seams, keeping me held together
You pull away and I slowly wither.