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UnfaithfulI have a confession to make...Unfaithful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have been unfaithful.
I didn't even realize it was happening until too late.
Those tiny, almost unnoticed touches...I noticed because it has been so long since you touched me like that. Suddenly, me and that passionate other were constantly talking even in the middle of the day, reminding me just how beautiful the world is when I am in love.
I think that is where I really strayed. I am no longer in love. With you, that is.
So, I thought you should know.
It's only fair since I said that I loved you first and I've rendered your heart into bite sized pieces.
I have been sleeping with Music.
It is a far bette
DarkShe never told anyone that she was afraid of the dark. The reason behind this was sound: she was not afraid of the dark.Dark3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the lights that were frightening.
They lay in tiger stripes across the floor, waiting to pounce and rip the flesh from her ribcage, exposing the broken-winged bird she called her heart. Of course, this did not mean she feared all light. Just the midnight light, between the safety of fluorescent bulbs and the sanctuary of her pillow nest. She knew that the light carried a monster, who desecrated the shadows and ate alive dreams and hopes.
This is why the door always had to be shut tight. Why lamps had to turned on
Dear MarkDear Mark,Dear Mark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would appreciate it if you would only mark on my heart.
I have always loved your scribbles on my hands,
The murals you painted on my shoes.
So when you asked to hold my heart a bit,
I thought nothing of it.
Of course it would be returned to me,
With pencils phantoms tracing curlicues and dreams,
But it was supposed to have been basically unchanged.
Instead I now hold it outside my chest.
It takes long walks trailing behind you,
And I don't think you ever know.
I've had to start tying a ribbon on it to make sure it doesn't fly away altogether.
I'm too young for this, Mark.
Please tell my heart to stop following you.
I can explaini can explainI can explain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was the moonlight on the water
and the music in my ears
i fell because i caught the dawn in your eyes
the nightsong in your soul
i was helpless as a new kitten
mewling for love
you scooped my heart up
and soothed it as you soothe a frightened puppy
i had nothing to do with it
i was merely carried down the rushing stream
dashed against the rocks of hope
i was alone in a dark room for ages
and ages
and then i heard your voice
speaking friendship
i can explain
Fairy TaleOnce upon a time...Fairy Tale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is all we are anymore
You closed the book
And I am beginning to think I am too old
For fairy tales that can be picked up anytime
Re-read in glorious familiarity
And exciting new passions
In fact
If nothing else
I have learned from the mercury screen
That lonely angels have no place on slower paths
Wild Colours, Wild Horse5 years ago in Animals
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Clown in Hell AT RISE: (A receptionist, AZAL, is sitting at a painfully orderly desk, continuously taking and transferring calls on a machine that signals incoming calls with varying maniacal laughs, and typing on a sleek computer. She is dressed extremely neatly in a stylish suit and dark framed glasses, but the professional effect is skewed somewhat by her being a demon. The room is very bland, and monochromatic, with uncomfortable nondescript furniture. Muzak renditions of bad pop music play over unseen speakers. LOBO, a timid looking gentle man in his mid fifties and clad in full clown make up and costume enters hesitantly, clutching a large manila foClown in Hell3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Mischief ManagedMy dearest potswabbling hornsnarker:Mischief Managed3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I do believe that you may have accidentally lost your body. Now, I realize that is a trivial matter, considering I have lost my ear, but I did think you would like to know. I must say, you managed it in a rather lack luster manner. I mean, really, a wall?For shame. And you made fun of me for 'holey'. I am afraid that is just pathetic. You should go out with fireworks. At LEAST.
You know, mum has been constant water works. We thought she was bad with that poncy git of a brother (sorry, old habit. Plus, he is.) Well, you've made her outdo herself. Whoever could have thought that behind that tough angry ex
TonightTomorrow weighs heavilyTonight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A leaden dread in my chest
But tonight I have you in my arms
Tomorrow I'll fly away
Step away from your side
But tonight you can hold me tight
For tonight, take my hand
Tonight, hold me close
Embrace me through tonight
ZephyrThere is beauty hereZephyr3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dancing in the air freely
And the ocean sings
Song for PartingI can still feel your skinSong for Parting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool and sandpapery
Damp with the evening dew
Or tears and sweat
I don't know which.
I can still feel you clinging
Holding you close to me
Somehow I think we are keeping each other
From slipping away into the night mists
My, my, I can still feel you, taste your lips
And I miss you so damn much.
Vodka and KryptoniteIt's sucks seeing these uncomfortable truths echoing my life like perfect handheld mirrors used by the illusionists to see the minds of men and twist fakery into mysticality. Why can I not just let that go and drift on like last years dying leaves? What can I tell myself to forget those eyes that don't see me any more, those indiosyncracies that made me fall again and again and again? I'm tired of pain. I am tired of waiting. I would say I am sick of love...except when I fall in love, there is nothing better...no wine sweeter, no whiskey more warming and dizzy-making. I have a sneaking suspicion that you are my vodka. You are my kryptonite. EVodka and Kryptonite4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
AdvertisementShe is everything you could be.Advertisement3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She is the picture of carefree perfection.
Her hair isn't frizzy as much as it is spirited. She walks with a swagger, tromping over the world with her big black boots, bringing her artistic vision to the remotest corners of dressing rooms and stages. Two steps ahead of herself, and one step behind her dreams. Five seconds from fulfillment, half a second from joy.
She is only a transient vision, a brief glance in the mirror. But there is honesty to her face. Which is really something for an advertisement.
EllipsesI use ellipses too often.Ellipses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think it is because I am still waiting,
Wanting someone to pick my thoughts up,
Brush the dust and crumbs and bits of nonsense off them,
And hand them back to me, saying
"Five second rule"
And smiling.
I am waiting for someone to smile.
Opposites AttractShe believed in true love and happily ever after.Opposites Attract2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He thought tumble weeds knew more about life than humans.
They had starlight in the desert, but it turned icy before dawn.
She danced because it was good money and made her feel empowered.
He liked to watch hips and lips; they could tell stories that eyes never would.
Together they watered neurosis and fed paranoia.
She clutched rosaries and medals like magic amulets.
He pinched joints and chugged Jack like they were maps and rivers to Nirvana.
They were a match unmade in Heaven, and dissatisfaction was never so grudging lived.
She painted new worlds and hopes in water color dresses.
He ana
Love the WinterThe trees aren't bare yet. They are far too modest for that. They will wait until spring clothes them in Easter finery to let go of their last rags. The sun and wind dried leaves rattle sometimes mournfully, sometimes like dancing castanets. They catch the light, fading from autumn's passionate reds to winter's cold yellows and blues. Evergreen scents float on the wind and down the back woods trails with the more domesticated smoke from ancient woodstoves. The north wind begins to play at the edges of the milder south, carrying grey clouds and teasing hints of snow.Love the Winter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demeter's full sorrow hits soon enough, with joyous snowballs and diamond co
BreakableShe is fragile in her humanityBreakable9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Susceptible to feelings
Vulnerable to words
Because she is fragile
She gathers the words
She twists them
Molds them
Rearranges letters
Sculpting the wires of what is real
Into portraits of what is true
And she steps through the gates of self
To remember potential
To FathersTo my fatherTo Fathers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who works constantly
Who tries to guide his children
Who loves to tease me cause I 'get it'.
To my future father in law
Who studies hard
Who likes to laugh
Who taught his children the responsibilities they need.
To all the fathers
Who stand firm
Who stand strong
Who care for their children in their own ways
ProudThe ways you make me proudProud1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are many and varied
Almost as much as the reasons I love you
I'm proud of you serving our country
A swell of pride raises my heart
When I see you solemn in uniform
I'm proud of you keeping your calm
Even when you are raging inside
And it's difficult to speak
I am proud of your anger
The righteous kind
That leaps to defense of your loved ones
I'm proud of you as a father
Unwilling and so difficult at first
But shouldering your responsibilities as a father should
I am proud of you
Proud to love you
Proud to be, one day, your wife.
I cannotI cannot pretend that the rain never affects me.I cannot3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mere sight of dark clouds throws my mind back in time.
The first time you said you loved me.
The only time you said you loved me.
If you ever happen to ask,
I cannot pretend that was not the happiest moment in my life.
I cannot make believe that you never hurt me.
The bruises on my thighs and minuscule scratches on my fingers prove it too well.
The only symbols I still have of you.
The only things you ever gave me to cherish.
If you were to ask,
I cannot make believe that I would escape unscathed again.
I cannot lie and say I never dreamed.
But wouldn't it be nice if I could?
Haiku For A PervertYour lecherous gazeHaiku For A Pervert3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Really freaks me the hell out
Leave me alone creep
First TimeThey say that the first time is always unexpected.First Time3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
That it is sweet, surreal, and terror inducing, glimmering in that tri-border between nightmare and dream and reality. I never believed them, because it's normal, everyday, a part of everyone's life, in one way or the other.
Well, last night was actually my first. I guess that will teach me to never assume again.
It started innocently enough. A random drive, going to grab some tacos or something...I don't even remember anymore. It doesn't matter, because nothing can ever be the same after a first time. We had a slight detour. Beneath the icy moonlight, the wind was summer-gentle between my
Boyfriend .5I had forgotten so muchBoyfriend .53 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mistletoe in church halls
The sweet nervousness of our first kiss
My first kiss
The first tastes
So tiny
So unknown
Of passion
And your words afterward that were so true
Ready?One, all I am is skin on a framework of toothpick bonesReady?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all you do is tell me how beautiful I'm not
As we laugh and you put a straw hat on my head
And mention something about brains.
Two, all I am is an empty bucket at your side
And all you do is tell me how cold I am
As you laugh and kiss my mouth that won't move
And mention something about love.
Three, all I am is a vacant mind
And all you do is stare
When I tell you I don't understand the words
And you mention something about being brave.
Go, all I am is alone
And all I do is cry
When I think about this paper box collapsing
On everything I've become.
Sta.sh
