Freedom and the Summer of CarbonThere's a band aid on her ankleFreedom and the Summer of Carbon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding up her thigh and onto her neck.
A right handed whiskey bottle slung
over her razor wire shoulder .
Today, the train track was a catwalk .
Nothing about her hair or her lip ring
cried out "Help me". No, she was the
collective pulse and the sun couldn't set
until she took off those shades.
I couldn't leave until I found her eyes.
She shouted over the whistle of an approaching train.
"Sometimes you can find lumps of coal tucked between the rails.
They turn into diamonds. Didn't you know?"
"I think that process takes a really long time."
"Time is all I have and coal."
We stood off to the edge as the beast rolled by.
I think we both thought about what would happen
if we stepped in front of the next one.
Both in different ways.
"You should leave. I feel silly being watched."
"Diamonds right? Aren't they all about pressure?
"And heat." She smiled and removed her sunglasses.
The Snowball EffectMonsters are real and they like to tell stories about us.The Snowball Effect4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're scary because we can walk around in the day light.
We only check our closets to make sure no one found the skeletons.
What you became is something that I find difficult to explain.
I promise that I try, but sometimes my mind won't let me.
I'm still fighting the instinct to protect you, long after you're gone.
If I wasn't cursed with hindsight you would remain a child in my eyes.
Do you truly deserve that kind of liberation?
Nobody wants to play an equal role in helping me destroy these memories.
Yesterday, I heard the echo of our laughter in the cries of a lost child.
I held her hand and waited for the mother to come rescue her.
She hugged me and thanked me for keeping the girl safe.
I never feel good about myself anymore.
It hasn't felt right to touch anyone accept the ghosts I see in my dreams.
This isn't about love or leprosy and I'm not a rat floating down the river on a wheel of cheese.
Do you see what I mean?
DefeatI almost couldn't comprehend.Defeat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Which was ridiculous. I was Vlad the Third. Prince of Wallachia. Dracula. Son of Vlad II Dracul and Princess Cneajna of Moldavia. As such I should not have had a problem understanding this situation I was in.
Wake up, Count. Pay attention.
My face remained unmoved and my dark red eyes saw nothing of importance. The fading velvety blue of the night sky being overturned by the light of day after such an epic night as the night of my second defeat. The dawn rose to prove to my enemies that all things, despicable things, like me always came to an end. The darkness was always removed by the light.
Such was my mortal enemy. My dear human conqueror. In his brave red Victorian coat.
That man stood above me while I lay motionless from the wooden stake driven through my chest and nearly through my monstrous heart. I pushed the blood on my tongue out the corner of my mouth before I spoke to that man. That mere mortal man.
"So I lost." I state
The Glorified BabysitterThe Glorified Babysitter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Glorified Babysitter
Damien had been screaming non-stop for over an hour. It was going on two in the morning. Integral paced the sitting room of her quarters, bouncing her son in her arms, trying desperately to settle him. She had been running on three hours of sleep a night for two weeks because of this. Damien had begun this nightly tirade at roughly seven weeks old. He was almost three months and she still couldn't figure out how to calm him. Nothing seemed to work. She had a sneaking feeling of what the boy needed, but she was in denial of the fact. The suspicion was made worse on the occasions when she attempted to breast feed. Damien had been born with teeth--specifically four ever-so tiny canines, and every time she gave him her nipple he would inevitably start biting her shortly after be began suckling.
She cooed to him as best she could, trying to calm him. She was so tired--she could actually feel the bags under her eyes. She had had sleepless, stressful nights over
GrassYou wake up and it's spring again. The kids have all grown up and moved out. Your neighbor needs to mow her lawn but she is too seasoned for long exposure to the southern sun. It dawns on you one night when you're grilling steaks for your family. Your daughter calls you over to the table. She's on her third glass of wine. She met a man in graduate school. He doesn't drink. They clear their throats in unison and announce that they are engaged and plan to be married next January. You're happy for them but that is getting further and further from your mind. Your eyes shift over to the tall weeds growing only feet away from your wife's roses. You think about the fact that your neighbor never mentioned grandchildren. She never mentioned anyone. You think about the boy down the street who died in that car accident this winter. He always took care of her yard for a priGrass4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bricks and MortarI’m fully aware that I’m alive.Bricks and Mortar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this life, I find it hard to believe
that I could allow so many nights to
pass unnoticed and unaccompanied.
And in this world where seven billion
souls crawl over one another,
being alone is something of a miracle.
His Never-Wed BrideBriskly comes the bloody winter winds ventHis Never-Wed Bride7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gray dusk looms over my shattered homestead
The crows caw makes known the warriors descent
Across the dying pasture, misted red
Glory, comes now my once sweetly adored!
Fighting brothers with valiant reluctance
His tender eyes shut, his breathing no more
His body lies stone-cold with stiffened stance
How well he fought for his country and lass
Like Prince Paris, fighting for what he claimed
Now laid ready for a still, somber mass
His face in my conscience forever famed
Gone is the restful warmth of his skin
Gone is the honey-like voice from his tongue
Yet, here he lays, surrounded by my kin
His bluing ears deaf to their praises sung
His eyes like mirrors reflect my despair
His hand is unresponsive to my grasp
Though I know his spirit now watches where
He can escape all maddened soldiers' clasps
Heavens bells peal, the seraphine choir sings
For he has joined the chorus of angels
I can nearly hear his pleasant voice ring
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
JarsMy childhood home, a gray, old farm house, sat nestled near the small town of McKean Pennsylvania. My father moved us there from Pittsburgh in 1954 when I was no taller than a limp potato sack. I was their only child at the time. He said the city was no place to raise a family. We needed room to run and explore and my mother needed a quiet place to work on her writing. However, in three years of living there she gave birth to four of my brothers. So much for peace and quiet. There must have been something in the water.Jars4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Folks in town liked to whisper about that house like it was some kind of architectural Jezebel. By the time I could spell my own name I had heard dozens of rumors and stories surrounding our home. There were certainly enough to keep my young mind racing through many sleepless nights. Some of the more elaborate stories suggest a mass murder of the previous occupants by their deranged
Fortunato's PrayerFortunato's Prayer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lure me in with silk and gold,
beaded velvet, satin threads
drawn across lips still red with wine.
Draw me down beneath the world
into some secret, wanton lair
while Carnival still beats within our veins.
Wall me up behind the dark
and leave me with my silver chains
to think on wiles byzantine,
Montresor's bleak design.
Such a beautiful sunI watched you riseSuch a beautiful sun8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With virgin eyes
Emerging from the ocean;
like a phoenix as it flies
You kiss my skin
Tear flows begin
Your beauty and warmth;
has bewitched me again
I ask myself what good have I done;
To witness such a beautiful sun
RainIt's been raining for daysRain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or maybe it's been months
or even a year, maybe.
Sometimes I really can't tell
if the rain's on the roof
or on my mind.
haikuwrimo summer 2008haikuwrimo summer 20087 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sayokaze ya kareha hitokire michiwatari
the gentle night breeze-
a dried leaf
ventures across the road.
iro aseta shashin wo terasu nishibi kana
upon a faded photograph,
the westerly sun.
nodokeshi ya sharin no mae de hato tudou
in front of car wheels.
kasa no iro ooku ni ame wa furituzuku
colorful umbrellas on the walkway,
the incessant rain.
yuuyake no furui rouka ya meshi kaoru
old corridor in evening glow-
rice fragrance wafts.
MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.
And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.
Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.
You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.
[He told me you do not know how to swim.]
"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his hands off other girls and then some.
The boy took away the air you couldn't afford to lose.
He stomped on your lungs when you overheard him-
"She is the balloons that touch the ceiling at a birthday party.
After a few days you will want to throw her away."
Your smile crashed in the same way that the waves do.
You pulled yourself back and felt your
Late HarvestScattering chickens in the yardLate Harvest4 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.
L1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0thL1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0th13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life of a "Goth"…?
You see me in the corner, huddled in a ball,
Me and all my friends loiter at the mall.
I pretend to like knives and drag them on my skin,
Just enough to make a drop of blood come from within.
Only a light scar, but dark enough to see,
To show off just how suicidal I can be.
I draw stars inside circles on my hand,
I don't know what it means, but it's the symbol of my band.
In my metal group, I play my bass,
And I use black eyeliner to draw three sixes on my face.
I can't gauge my ear, so my earring isn't real,
I'm so depressed; no one knows how I feel.
I write pathetic poems about how I hate my family,
I can't do what I want and they'll never understand me.
I buy my clothes from Hot Topic because it's cool,
Even though I have friends, I choose to sit by myself in school.
The other black-haired kids call me a poser and a mistake,
But they're not like me because I'm Goth, and they're the ones who are Fake.
ten years ago.ten years ago iten years ago.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knew i was still
a romantic because
my dreams were still
filled with white dresses
and golden rings and
now, i know i am
a skeptic because
i am haunted by
and heated passion
and the faces
real, too real.
'tis the seasonanother december's defeated me'tis the season6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one more winter
to the ghosts
who keep leaving me
choking on hope
'til I'm hoping
they'll leave me be
'round my bony tree
forced to flee
a certain we
surely she loves
but her I's
keep deceiving me
as snow melt
as they appear
when the numbers
have no meaning
about the year
I Hate LoveI hate love.I Hate Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.
Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.
Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.
It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.
But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”
It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.
That’s why I can’t stand it.
A Child's PrayerA Child's Prayer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn your face
to the light
and let me see the sun
surprise your lungs.
Tuck the doll
under your bed
for daddy's safe return.
Let mother find you
no one to disturb
the thickset press
of winter on your lashes
or the morning's
glowing on your cheeks.
Alucard's DaughterAlucard's Daughter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aim for the temple, Alulu." The familiar voice echoed inside's Alulu's mind. She nodded, her gun pointing straight at the zombie's face instead. That's what Alulu called them, zombies. Her parents referred to them as 'ghouls' which Alulu thought was pretty stupid, because in her mind she had it that they were zombies, and that was exactly what she called them.
Suddenly, a loud groan was heard right beside Alulu's ear, and expertly, she flipped the gun on her index finger to point straight beside her ear, and pulled the trigger about three times, without having to turn around to see if she had hit the zombie or not. Alulu was very skilled. She could pull her trigger twenty five times in about ten seconds if she wanted to.
Aiming once again for the zombie that was closing in on her, she shot at it's head twice, the blood splattered like an awakening volcano, and the zombie fell to the floor unmoving in its own blood puddle.
"Excellent, Alulu." Seras Victoria's voice was heard behind Alu
dirty musicianthe street lights pukeddirty musician6 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
How Are The Cats?How are the cats? they say to meHow Are The Cats?6 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