kinetic lustkinetic lust11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Honest drops of Tuesday night
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
. (and coffee pots)
rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick
warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human wanting
he was a canyon and five full city streets
from touching her
Her polite laugh seemed to resound for centuries
through his high towers
of almost-did's and wanted-to's.
This man was
[sad to be losing the only thing he ever wanted more than his next breath. He lived with every mistake he ever made resting in a black shoebox under his empty bed filled with memories of 'her'. Lost in a constant kinesis of longing, hope, need, desire, regret and desperation. This kinetic sad can not go on for
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?
In Defense of the Juggalo"I like pretty much anything, with the exception of rap and country." That's what I always used to tell people when they asked what my music preference was. Sure, I enjoy the odd country song or artist, but, for the most part, it's a style of music that really doesn't do anything for me. Rap was always a bit of a different issue, though. The sound and feel of it intrigued me, but the most readily available songs of this sort around were often about all the singer's wealth, sex, and whoresthe last two often intertwined, though sometimes left baseless. The contrived, manufactured lyrics with little substance just put me off on the whole, but, like a guilty pleasure, I wanted to enjoy this music without the desire to retch.In Defense of the Juggalo5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This all in mind, I'll outright and upfront admit to being a fairly new Juggalette. When a friend of mine, whom I admire and respect immenselyas a person as well as for his taste in music
SleepdreamerSleepdreamer6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How could I let you sleep, when you dream in nightmares, and whisper in words of darkness? Hiding in a corner, running from your own visions of the deep? You asked me to catch your dreams. But I can't catch nightmares. I can't catch darkness. Just hold on tight, and dream the night(mares) away.
Wishing I could hold you,
Spanish OrchardSpanish Orchard10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the roadside orchards were
bright as peaches
firming in autumn breeze
I was broken in lay-by pieces.
a lightly-painted lady,
elephant faced with
horse's complexion, approached.
Her expression --
that of dripping canvas.
I glanced and turned politely
(screwdriver in hand)
toward my choking car.
The pointed sound of her running,
heels clicking, dress
coating tarmac lime.
She clawed onto my arms with
pushing varnish nails
into male flesh.
Her thin lips flickered pastel dust.
time stood between us, as she
rambled words of
who'd walked into the orchard
convinced he was tree.
She told me of how he stood
proudly growing fruit.
which come the autumn fell imperfect,
rotting into earth.
SelectivityWhy a word? This is no particular thing.Selectivity10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It can't be defined in an objective way.
The unstated dangles by half-open mouths,
a yawn like a cat stretching blithely at noon
as silence leans back on an unbalanced stool --
let it fall. The moment suggests it should be so.
If I see that your eyes project pictures behind
the irises, protean circles and spires
of curious leadings in lines of blank swaths
of colour, then I should say nothing.
now find my lips quaver with verbiage amiss
and I fail to a sentence, or rather, this kiss.
Very Fancy Official FFM Prompt Bank 2013It's been five ugly, beautiful years. You know the drill.Very Fancy Official FFM Prompt Bank 20132 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Drop your fat stacks of flash fiction prompts in the comments section below! You and your fellow FFMers' fresh, home-grown prompts will be used to radically delight and awesomely inspire one another when we need a little creative jump start to get our flash fictioning rolling for thirty one dang days.
As in years past, the most choice, juiciest lookin' prompts you gift us will be selected, with due credit, as featured prompts in one of our daily FFM updates! COOL STUFF!
So prompt to your heart's content! Prompt or die! Prompt the night away! Live free and prompt hard! A brave man prompts but once, a coward prompts a thousand prompts! So... be a coward, I guess? That got away from me, sorry. Leave a comment or two full of great flash fic prompts, is what we're saying.
Oh, and VIVA LA FFM!
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2012Flash Fiction Month is back again, and we need your help.Official FFM Prompt Bank 20123 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Our menagerie of mischievous monkeys has escaped, taking with them the last few vials of distilled imagination that we had saved from last year. Without them, there can be no original stories during Flash Fiction Month 2012.
What does this mean for you? Only your original, non-copyright infringing prompts can fuel the magic needed to create thirty-one original stories.
Just like in previous years, the best prompts will be featured, with credit, to motivate all your fellow Flash Fiction Month 2012 participants. So leave your wittiest, wackiest and wildest ideas in the comments below.
Be careful, it's a zoo out there.
A Not-Love PoemA Not-Love Poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]
This is not a love poem,
not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February
stomping the signatures of lost years
in footprints on the pristine present-
this, not-night has become electric
with memories smashing through
the thin ice of teenage alchemy,
charged, with the possibility of
or even a complete skeleton
of our separate childhoods
we, are the miners of nostalgia, now.
But in this not-night,
with the subtle city lights,
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2014:iconflash-fic-month:Official FFM Prompt Bank 20141 year ago in Editorial More Like This
This promptmobile has been parked up rusting for a whole year. It needs an oil change, a lick of paint and some air in the tyres. We're presently sourcing some fluffy dice for the mirror and a nice novelty airfreshener.
Most importantly, though, the tank is dry as a bone.
Time to siphon us off some promptjuice. Fuel us up with your best original prompts for people to dip into during the month when they need creative jump leads.
As always, the chosen few will be chosen, featured and credited in our daily updates.
Protip: We can always use visual prompts, musical prompts, prompts in the form of interpretive dance and other variegated promptitudinousness as well as the usual prompts made of words.
VIVA LA FFM!
A long way from New OrleansNumber nine, the speedo needle roars of the engine underneath.A long way from New Orleans8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yank the throttle, glimpse the horizon, I'll go there,
wherever I want to.
She stood at the roadside, now where did she go?
With me, of course, let's ride into the nothingness,
talk the tales of your tall dreams at the stops we make,
breakfast at noon and tap three times when you need to go.
Cause it's a long way from New Orleans, babe.
Hollywood, hell, I just like to ride,
'specially with a pretty girl at my back.
You told me of your dreams when we stopped for coffee that time,
I smiled politely, cause I barely knew your name then, Kate.
Back when you only had your coat, your sunglasses, your dreams...
You really were a dreamer.
We'd set off again, you claimed you loved the ride,
I claimed I loved the company,
and we'd ride till the sun went down.
Gradually the motel rooms became room,
beds became bed,
and we went from travellers,
Kate, I never forgot the first kiss we shared, over fast-food
Kyle XY: LaughterWhy do we laugh? Is it simply a reaction to an inconsequential event on someone else's behalf? Or is it merely a way of relieving stress? Since I've housed myself in the Trager family, it's been a question that suddenly occurred to me while I came upon Josh watching a show which I later learned was titled "Seinfeld."Kyle XY: Laughter9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It first caught my attention while I was in the kitchen where Nicole had prepared a pizza for dinner. All the while, I could hear the televised conversation continue and Josh's reaction to a simplistic form of dialog. Curiosity getting the best of me, I got off my seat and proceeded into the living room.
All I could hear was quiet mumbling and then Josh cackling loudly over the miniscule people on the screen. From previous encounters with this form of entertainment, I'd learned that these people did not, in fact, live inside the large black box but instead were projected onto the plasma display by billions of tiny little pixels pieced together by a signal which is then int
clocks drive you crazy, tooclocks drive you crazy, too10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clocks drive you crazy, too
1. I brushed my teeth five times today.
2. I take you as truth.
3. I am better on paper (I promise.)
4. Home is portable like a red plastic suitcase.
5. There was a whole table between us, and you had a girl in your arms and I had a boy in mine.
6. You looked at me like a tango dance.
7. These days, mirrors are surprising like ghosts.
8. At 1:58 I arrived at this huge hotel of a house, this incubator, this place I am passing through on
the way to the world –
and never have I felt so home.
A titanic kind of love.He could pick you apart like your favourite pastry; find every glob and sugared jewel, those cinnamon swirls you buried from view. His fingers peeled you down from crown to feet and he did it so tenderly you wouldn't even notice until you slipped on your own skin, amazed that you'd been naked in his presence. He knew you never watched the ground as you walked, eyes always on the sky and possibilities above. It was a hushed undressing, a stripping of water-based paints you thought were permanent. A beige canvas dripping wet, colours pooling on the floor, you'd shades trickling from your eyes and he told you he thought blank pages were beautiful because they were splattered with promise.A titanic kind of love.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're drawing sunsets, pressing pastel pigments with your thumbs to create fish scaled leaves and haze. He could always build you up with everything you already owned, and he would stare up at you in adoration of the sincerest kind. He was selfless in loving you, showed you all his loose ends that he wr
I'm Perfectly InsaneHow's it feel to be insane?I'm Perfectly Insane5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Imagine being able to smell colors and taste emotions and feel sounds. I speak my mind and everyone calls it outlandish or I'm just that guy full of conspiracy theories. I promise you the sky really will fall down one day and I won't be there to save anyone. I'll watch out my window and secretly laugh inside because then I won't be crazy anymore; I'll be the one everyone should have listened to. Do you think I'm insane?
You asked me out the first time you saw me. You kissed me on our first date. You gave me your virginity after we were together for a month. You told me you loved me after I told you I was going to push you away. I kissed another boy at a party when you were out of town but you forgave me anyways. The stars are getting dimmer and the clouds are caving in and so are my ribs, yet you're still with me. How could I possibly think you were insane?
The first time I saw you, you actually saw me too. I kissed you because I thou
elephantasmaelephantasma11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
if I am nowhere am I everywherif I am nowhere am I everywher12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am talking to her saying our roads
will be all that's left; that our avenues
will turn to altars, set in onyx.
look what we remember of Rome,
all pavements and temples
arranged like vertebrae in dirt
that goes on living, full with prayer;
and as I say this, it occurs to me that in a Mexican bar
in Florence I might disappear
to the streets and run, eyeless
through an eyeless crowd,
(take me, Florence! I am a son among these heartbroken stones,
take me from the marble block lift me out!)
to laugh hysterically; she is pulling me,
her warmth comes breathlessly from the air;
we are foreigners,
we are rain. (I am inventing this,
all of this happened elsewhere, another night)
her face turns to laugh illuminated
and everything else wobbling is blue
and forgotten; lifeboats drawn away
from our bodies that are continents
moving full with rice and squash and sins
named in small homes before saints and fire;
listen. I was not there by the long bar
when everyone turned and pulled us
into the st
Naruto OC: Character Info TemplateNARUTO Shippūden character infoNaruto OC: Character Info Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
*Remember to remove anything in [BRACKETS]
Age:[ Remember to add an age for Pre-Shippūden AND Shippūden]
Species:[Ex. Human, Zetsu (Half Plant), Kisame (Half Shark), Etc]
Fear(s): [Try and make it unique, Google a list of fears; EX. Try not to make it something like Blood or The dark these are overused and cliche :c ]
Weakness(es): [Remember everyone has weaknesses!]
Kekkei Genkai:[If any,Remember not every clan needs a Kekkei Genkai :3]
Status: [Is your clan fully functional,In hiding or is everyone dead? ]
[This is what members of your clan usually have, for example Hyuuga's usually seem to have paler skin,and brown or black hair, and of
You only meant wellYou only meant well8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes
and a kiss to the lips
from the boy you always knew would break your heart
in the long run.
but there are piranhas hiding in your corners
gnawing away your brain storms until you can no longer
recall why you were thinking of him in the first place.
It's okay to tell him you still care-
as long as you are sure he is dreaming.
All these pretty young girls talk about being in love,
it can't be right.
I've felt this way so long
but a year goes by
and I can't talk about it.
Put your hands on his hips and remember something sweeter,
[like the first t
::...Secrets...::I long to trace your limbs with fingertips::...Secrets...::9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laced with tenderness
To learn of you, the outline and feeling
Of your flesh
To see the muscle and sinew shifting
With each caress
And know that my touch would bring you
Pleasure and peace.
I wish I could see your face when you smile
Knowing your joy
Finding out what makes you happy in life
Sharing and growing
Listening to the sound of your voice
Low and rich
As you talk of dreams, plans, and visions
Secreted deep within.
I yearn to dance with you in the moonlight
Slowly and easily
To watch as the light reflects on form and soul
Illuminating your essense
Showing me the man within, without, complete
Nothing hidden beneath
Only you as you are; faults, accomplishments
Heart and spirit.
I desire to know you completely, without barrier
Nothing held back
To see through your eyes the world and its inhabitants
Understanding new things
To hear what cannot be heard by most in this life
Still, small voices.
To offer to you security, a haven from the stor
SecretSecret11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spirals of deceit surround and hold me
confusing with words you once swore true.
Riding on lies like a mode for movement
(tell me your secret) what is it that you do?
Selling sweetly scented samples of lust
controlling with eyes that sparkle and glow.
Struggling to hide behind pretty-painted masks
(dare you to speak) infidelity shows.
Protected by truth, it comes in all forms
naivety in me has been taken and lost.
Tongue bleeding to tell a thousand lies
(whisper your feelings) with lips still glossed.
Dehydrated from tears that wouldn't stay in
Your lips oozed with words that weren't new.
A dream lived in me that you truly felt love.
(your secret is out) I discovered the real you.
Tell you -I'd like to tell you not to fall in love with anyone but you're self.Tell you -9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As everyone else is just going to let you down.
I'd even like to tell you that life is a bitch.
Love hurts and we should all die right now.
I'd like to tell you that.
even though I'll never believe it
These VoicesI didn't think dreams could come trueThese Voices6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Then I met you
I waved good-bye
Then started to walk to the door .
I still have lots of questions
No one could understand
I will always feel I'm in danger
And these are the voices
Can't you hear them shouting?
Are in the bullet holes
In My Mind
So don't try to cure me
Drugs could never
There is just NO escape
From these painful wounds
I didn't know you felt
The same way
And these are the voices
Can't you hear them shouting?
No one is real here
I am the only one, standing alone
Remembering all those times
that you cried
Cause you found out that I had lied
If Only I could tell you I need you
Just why did it have to be me?
And these are the voices
- Violin -- Violin -11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
your Door was open.
You were dancing upon splintered peices of wood...your violin.Swaying from side to side
With a empty wine bottle in one hand you danced to Schubert and Motzart,your protectors.
I'll never play it,you screamed.Never.
You Looked so human,so helpless.A girl Lost in a lullabye.I held you and tried not to think
about what you had done.
I tried not to think
I tried not to
I tried not.
You had cought me in my whirlwind.A dance of pain and joy,sober and drunk.YOu stood in my doorway
worried.scared.My secret had gotten to you...all of you.I screamed,i screamed for my violin.My violin,my violin
shattered peices on the floor.And I screamed for your love.
Your Love,Your Love,
Shattered Peices On The Floor.