How Are The Cats?How are the cats? they say to meHow Are The Cats?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the space where How are the kids? should be
As though compelled to obey social pleasantry
But confounded how to categorise me
When I'm clearly such an anomaly?
Not a mum, not a career girl
What else is there for a woman to be?
So I see them thinking.
Time after time I see people fall
At the how-are-the-kids fence
Like it's the barren elephant in a sterile living room
My supposed heartbreak, a 'fact' that must never be mentioned
A woman my age without children?
Why, it can only mean one thing
Especially when you look at the family history,
They whisper soundlessly, pityingly, thinking I can't hear them
Just because the words aren't spoken aloud.
I observe the delicate verbal tiptoeing
And feel touched and frustrated both at the same time
How I long just to tell them the simple truth:
I don't have kids because I don't want kids.
But I've seen it too many times now:
The surprised look, the puzzled frown
jokesi promise that i will always amuse;jokes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
proud pieces of promiscuity
and vivacious displays of vulgarity.
surprising fountains of profanity
spouting from the mouths of barely babes,
but i want you to know something.
i am not the laughs under your tongue
i am not the smile upon your lips
i may never be without one of the two
but they do not define who i am.
there are half-baked scars burned, but raw
stretching across my face and they
curve at the right piece of time,
parting for the red sea of dead cells
i'll pretend doesn't exist at all.
just because i'm the funny girl
because my nose is a touch bulbous
my voice a sound raucous
and because i never seem to cry
doesn't mean i don't.
jokes have feelings, too.
if i'm not speaking, maybe there's a reason.
i'm skating on thin ice without blades
a shuffling across frostbitten souls
i'm ready for the lake to break apart
and leave me sinking to the bottom.
i'd tell you that i want to die.
but i've got a better punchline.
dirty musicianthe street lights pukeddirty musician5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cloak of yellow
and black spit away from cracked-
and it was
as if this man
or had been
to the place
from which he played
probably stolen from
or hell's only
a pawn shop
dollar bills fell
into it's coffin
as if hypnotized
by the guitar strings
in a slow-
sway only found
Late HarvestScattering chickens in the yardLate Harvest3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Uncle Luke collects the eggs
and up in the silo,
I smell smoke.
The barn feels like family
gathering up the autumn leaves
for a party.
I rake the hay
for what must be
the hundredth time,
wondering why the fences
have wandered across
where the children
pluck apples and pumpkins
and watch November grow large
on our horizon.
page 10it's coldpage 105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my saliva
to prevent me
from spitting icsicles
out the window;
is in the passenger seat
at the car-
like an alternate-
speaking to me
until we past a man (dead
or just shy
to the side-
by his own
(and she finally
of shopping bags
like the petrified
muscle tissue of aparitions
searching for fame
or a place
in the highest branches
of the naked birches
that only flaunted
A Civil War EssayThe Civil WarA Civil War Essay8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: Nellie Melton
The war began when a bunch of people in the lower hemisphere of Americaland were ticked off at the ones above them because they ate all the pizza. What really used a straw to break a camel's back though was when Lincoln was voted to be the president. South Carolina was all "AW HELL NAW," and separated from the Union. Then, all the other states down there were all "Hey, let's jump on the bandwagon too!" And so they did. However, the Union was going "OH NO YOU DI'INT", so they started the war. This made people generally upset.
The first major battle of the war was when Lincoln was trying to open a jar of pickles. Then, the SECOND major battle of the war was called "The Battle of Bull" or something along the lines of that. This battle was important because a lot of people lost and it made the North and South realize that THIS IS A FREAKIN' WAR AND OF COURSE IT'S NOT GOING TO END RIGHT AWAY. THEY NEVER DO. Unless it's the Seven Day's War, in which Sadako fou
SupermoonI sit here, quietly battling my demons over a cup of tea,Supermoon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you at the other end, receiving my transmissions.
We talk, or I do tonight, because I have things to say, mindless things
like how my hair breaks, the random coldness of spring, what I said to this and that and nobody,
how I have a black hole for a heart.
You listen. You disregard the fluff. You reply at the right moment, every time.
We've danced this one before, after all.
Outside, not far from my window, a guy is shot in the head. He dies.
I take a sip of tea, tell you more about my problems. They fill my mind entirely.
His body lies immobile, more shots are fired, two others are hit. A black car disappears into the night.
I tell you something about how I can't get my relationships to work. This seems important.
They find the car in flames some miles away. The killer ghosts have vanished.
You tell me to sleep. It is a full Moon lunar perigee. None of us are superstitious.
The night is impenetrable, dark, claustrophobic. I reme
Self-ImageDo you remember me for who I was?Self-Image2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you forget me for who I am?
I am the devil behind the curtain
and the insect under your heel
People see one or the other
because I give no other choice
punchlines for dummies"you can see babies kickin' to this ultra-sound"punchlines for dummies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i like your shoesyou stamped your cigarette outi like your shoes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the bottom of your untied shoe.
(that you deny)
that i'm infiltrating
your already weak immune system.
you say, about your fake disease.
i'm terminal, too, you know.
you walked away for five minutes
(an estimate, you say)
i stole a cigarette of yours,
among other things.
i'll admit i'm a
too much alonewe live for days off,too much alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
days away -
we earn our keep,
keep the peace,
one piece at a time.
we work for freedom from work.
find nothing is free,
not clean air,
not even freedom.
we eat to live,
not to eat,
wish not to be eaten,
we pay for walls and a floor,
for locks on a door -
for falsified news,
for calsified views.
we, who do all the work,
are thankful -
for what good there is, and
give what we can.
they, who profit from our work,
show little thanksgiving -
that they can't keep it all.
we treat each other formal.
we wonder what is normal.
we know -
this is NOT it!
llp - dec2010 - dA
ghosts in a slideshowghosts in a slideshow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the skysick sun, fading woozy, throwing up.
dripping on the backs of conveying camels.
bodies of water, yes, every touch moves through.
grassland often. skinny belly atop the garden hill's slope.
train-track thap-thapping. smile, God's tap dancing on a saturday sundown.
you're watching the show frontrow. i'm watching you.
i say, "those mistakes on your arm look nice in this light." but i don't. not aloud.
instead i say, "do they hurt when it's cold?"
and you say, "it's not cold right now."
so i say, "i didn't notice." but we don't. not aloud. not allowed.
so i say, "you look hurt." no. i say,
"you look pretty."
yeah. i said that.
then you looked at me. then you cried. because i'm a liar. only to you.
i mean, to you only, i am a liar.
i mean you see me as a liar.
but you know what? everything's alright in my mind.
and that's good for me for now.
"hey, V?" that's what you said.
"yeah?" i said.
"where are we?"
"we're here, dear. we're right here."
tell me i'm lying. tell me there's a me a
WithinAnother selfWithin6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind
I miss youEyes closed, you are a first word to kiss my lipsI miss you7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Syllables foreign as the fairytales we told
As children, before you forgot the endings
Before I chose to forget the color of your eyes,
And before you didn’t remember the name
Of the girl who climbed the oak tree with
You at midnight just to see the moon.
All Oxygen is, is Cheap TalkThe cheap talk is on me tonightAll Oxygen is, is Cheap Talk9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the gentlemen you are, you bought it all.
Dragging it out like a smoker savors the inhales of a cigarette.
The carbon is escaping through the corners of your lips.
Oxygen runs wild through the strands of my golden locks.
Bandit eyes and a smile I stole from a 10 year old girl.
"Ive kept you close in form of a note."
Admitting that lines 1-20 is your bible which you live by.
Im downing pure caffiene and,
youre casually reciting self flaws as if they were accomplishments.
True PainTrue pain is not that agony forged on a slit wrist, angry with razor marks and raw with cutsTrue Pain4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
true pain is, and always will be, the strength to smile as if life has reached its highest,
whilst around you, life has sunken to it's lowest.
To bestow your joy upon others, even though within, you suffer,
is true pain, and it takes the utmost courage to muster.
Umur Diye BiriUmur Diye Biri5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
UMUR DİYE BİRİ (Ya da Film Noir Version 21. Century, 2.0)
Kimsenin umrunda değilim
Herkes benim umrumda
Herkesin umru benim umrumu
Gece vakti tenhada ellese
Benim umrum herkesin umrunu itse
Oradan bir mavi polis geçse
Polis copunu kaldırıp
Herkesin umrunun ense köküne
Bana bir şey sormadan soldan soldan indirse
Kan çıksa kırmızı olsa
Ben polise biber gazı sıksam
Polis şaşırsa o arada fırsattan istifade
Herkesin umru kaçsa gitse yollara düşse
Ben gece vakti banliyö trenlerinden birinde
Örneğin Sirkeci Halkalı treninde
Ben gece vakti banliyö trenlerinden birinde
Örneğin sokak çocukları bir köşede uyurken
Örneğin bir Niyazi bok yolundayken
Örneğin cami avlusunda kediler mart izdivacındayken
Örneğin Kanarya durağında
Örneğin şu elimde görm&
.Were I not me, and you not you.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I might just say I love you, too.
earthly mattersexistence is a shoreearthly matters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we arrive to/depart from
everything interweaves here
waves rumble and break
grinding, eroding, wearing
bring life, growth, death
synergy and symbiosis
drifting up and sifting down
this planet, and we, so evolve
llp - jan2012 - dA
radiant childwho painted yourradiant child4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shades which haunt
while they still live
who set your place
with empty plate
at the Odeon
perched on Mulholland
to prophesy to
cry your death
over fading California
to inject those tropic
and (never) wake
as the meridian
the lost can sing
the history we bleed
on city streets
the same old
same - oh
and plaster your name
while angels weep
and color shrieks
why oh Wyominga bright whitewhy oh Wyoming6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the snowblind
of god's former
and he whispered
of slow death
of the fading
of a self
in the murmurs
at the dawn
at the taste
the hollow shape
the bullet makes
a kind concession
this shedding skin
every holy wound
scrapes to make
in all this
we have made
Her name was Time.The HourglassHer name was Time.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she were less
but she hopes
you forgive her anyway.
She just wants to
the sand that
weighs her down
spread it all around
lose herself in every grain
what she already knows...
each is different.
but somehow the same.
La Pioggia d'Oggi: A SonnetLa Pioggia D'Oggi e' la Neve di DomaniLa Pioggia d'Oggi: A Sonnet4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The earthy smell of autumn rain
that worms its way within my nose
has come to witness summer's wane
and bring its sorrows to a close.
A Dryad must have sent it here.
She must have heard my tortured pleas
as I lay weeping, on my knees,
and begged the skies to free their tears
and adumbrate my solitude.
Hush. I shall arise, abandon all,
and like Thoreau I'll glean the woods
for scattered remnants of my soul,
until the day l learn and know
how today's rain's tomorrow's snow.