New Legs"They don't hurt at all, bro?"New Legs4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tavros shook his head quickly. "N-Not at all!" he cried happily. He loved his new legs, even if they where hard to get used to. He was standing proud, hands on his hips, only being able to get thus far from his 4-wheeled device.
Gamzee continued to look at Tavros's legs, mesmerized. "That's motherfucking cool, bro." Gamzee said happily, laughing some. "You wanna try walking with them, bro?" he asked, looking up at Tavros, a dull look in his eyes.
Tavros smile faded, arms slowly falling from his hips. He looked down at his legs. He was okay standing, but walking was a whole new story.
"I-I don't know, G-Gamzee " he whined softly, clenching his hands into weak fists. He looked back up at Gamzee, just to see Gamzee's body turned slightly with his arm reaching out to him. Gamzee's wrapped his arm around Tavros's shoulders, yanking Tavros close to him.
The Truth About AutumnIndian summer eases into full-blown autumnThe Truth About Autumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I put my jacket on for the first time since spring
And walk the path we used to walk
Alone now, the wind seems colder
The trees duller, quicker to lose their leaves
And bare the ugly truth between their branches
The truth that it was you who brought the colors
I pass by the pumpkins at the grocer's but do not buy
resistanceThe key to happiness is to always be fucking somethingresistance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am incapable
because I let it
go only to a certain point
arrhythmia is a tremor,
a Malthusian catastrophe
less solvent than snow.
The renegade who serves
my synapse sequences knows
this, and she develops fevers
to quell my dependence on
our forest of censored souls.
Mine is a passive immunity.
She makes tsetse flies,
fills them with blinks,
and releases them as impulses
that vaccinate my love against
the hurting. I'm not so deep
and I know nothing of suffering.
hidden tearsi lock away he painhidden tears4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
put away the fears
show you only smiles
not the hidden tears
MiseryMisery4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Athalia VanRogue
Nick Names: Misery
Gender: All female, baby. *Winks*
Human Age: 23
Immortal Age: Uhhh old? >.<
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Eyes: Ocean light blue
Glasses or contacts:
Skin tone: Pale
Body Structure: I'm hot. *giggles*
Scars: Just on my hands
Pricings: My bellybutton and tonger
Mental/Physical Disabilities: I'm a bitch ><
Origin: It was a small town called The Illusionist. It was a little bit before Atlantis
Species: Half angel, half illusionist, half goddess
Languages Spoken: A lot. *laughs*
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: A little here, a little there.
Sexual Origination: Straight
Children: Leah, Rohan, & Kelsey
Spouse Or Girl/Boyfriend: Luke
Siblings: Only child
Parents Or Foster: Isa & Aaron
Friends: Aila, I
Hard Words Had Come and NestedHard Words Had Come and Nested5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hard words had come and nested in my hair,
and so I cut it short, I cut it off.
But then they flew and flew around my head,
a little swarm of hurt I could not bear.
I raised and waved my hands like one gone mad,
and knew this would not do. This would not do.
I grew my hair again and wore a scarf.
I drew it tight, a knot beneath my chin.
The hard words could not make their nests again,
but I could often feel them clutch and claw
and worry the cloth, and in time I said
"Enough!" My hair was long, I loosed the knot,
I tossed the scarf away. The words fell down,
to seem so small and sad and tired on the ground.
Nudity and Sex: Deal with itHere's a suggestion:Nudity and Sex: Deal with it9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stop treating sex and nudity as taboo or risqué and accept it as a normal and natural part of who we are as a species. Let's put away the old ideologies of shame and ignorance and progress ourselves by showing a level of maturity about these mundane and common facts. Society needs to stop acting like a adolescent (i.e. thinking with one's genitalia) regarding the subjects of nudity and sex. Clothes service a vital purpose in our lives -protection from the elements, our environment, breast shag, and the sight of obese and elderly body-types; economic growth and marketing; social statements; the discrete transport of weapons, explosives, and contraband; etc.- but the lack thereof should not be cause for alarm or disgust (in most cases). Maturity in dealing with these natural traits should be a hallmark of our sentient and cognitive existence. Reason drives us to advance beyond our current lackluster approach and reach a state where such trivial things no longer matte
Summer Renga1.Summer Renga6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the beggar receives
my brother adds wings
to the chalk dragon
all six hands
of the hornet
mountain pass coyote eyes in xenon
wraps the sky
a photo of grandpa
the sleeping toddler
her sundress dips
from the cornfield
another man's shape
in the darkness
a week of clouds-
my sister paints her nails
the magician makes lunch
Pmd Japanese-English操作中心 , view cnt bonePmd Japanese-English2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
上半身, upper body
上半身２, upper body2
上半身３, upper body3
前髪３, front hair3
前髪２, front hair2
前髪１, front hair1
後髪, back hair
下半身, lower body
For Helping MeFor Helping Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I'm in
The darkest place
You'll always understand.
You've been there.
Sometimes you're already there
Waiting for me.
But whether you want
Me to save you
Or join you
I do not know.
I release my pain
Using the blade
And you snap.
I don't understand
What you what me to do.
I can't just sit there and suffer.
I've never been able to.
I try to release my pain
Using the elastic band
But you make me
Promise never to again.
Do you not understand
How hard it is
For me to stop?
But then I look
And I see
That you are the only person
Who is like me.
And I love you
For being you.
For helping me.
Autumn Saku Series1.Autumn Saku Series6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cloudless noon we debate the gender of God
alone in the field
the phone line rocking
the beggar jangles
his change cup
the cubicle office
work day over
the scarecrow's shirt
leaf clutter at his gravestone things I never said
the teenager paints
miles from home
news of her cancer
in stage 2
the bike race slower
leaving the canoe
world hunger report
I turn the potatoes
a second time
city dusk now and then a starling
my grandmother finds
the groundskeeper steps
the Jack O' lantern carved
with an overbite
at the general's feet
a beer can
the widow circles
a singles ad
the trashcan glowing
the evangelist returns
with a pie
Tanka Series 141.Tanka Series 143 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
within this world
of poverty and murder
a brown bat
one by one…
from miles offshore
of my homeland
what it means
to be Black in America…
the same autumn moon
at the end of April
can my heart
to one woman?
the spiral dive
of a red-tailed hawk
from deep in the gut
with no one around,
at an unknown lump
trying to salvage
of another school
a field mouse is born
in the neighbor's yard
steals a glimpse
after Trayvon's death
a little faster
on words of love
of a warbler
explaining Jim Crow
to my f
FaceI.Face3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you are born they will lay you on a magazine cover
and wonder why your face is not the face beneath you yet.
There is a woman set high
and the man beside you wonders why
your face is not the face above you.
Your mother wonders why her face is not the face
in front of her any longer.
She wonders when you will become her.
You try to leave your face behind you,
and wonder why you're running in place.
MasqueradeMasquerade5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wear our masks like shields;
Protecting us from
Who we really are.
We can't hide forever.
Mass of bodies
At one with the music, and
I see him.
Across the room he sits,
Wrapped up in his own enigma,
For that person,
One who will see beyond the mask.
Who will comprehend without judgement,
One who will care enough
To try. To see what he wants so much to hide;
What lies beneath
Threatening to shatter his precious disguise.
But what if that person
For whom he waits
Is there, watching.
And the longer she waits,
The further she falls.
Jerking her head away,
As their eyes meet.
She can feel him watching.
Feel his eyes boring into her,
Daring him to move.
There he stays,
Only able to stare.
She can wait no longer.
The hourglass has cracked,
Their time is up.
Wordlessly she turns,
Pulling off her mask;
Tanka Series 91.Tanka Series 96 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
carving melon pulp
from the rind
the last little mess
of your memory
at the university
the last red condom
up all night
friends and I trade tanka
from a distance...
same old spring frogs
in the creek bed
just when I've learned
to move on
your electric green socks
in the bottom drawer
at the amusement park-
one by one
skipping stones race
from an old lover
for the man I was
five years ago
tv ads promise
"Increased Penis Size!"
in fine print
a few words
on liver failure
a photo of Dad
in his varsity days
that I would only inherit
from all humanity
this rusted hubcap
covered with weeds
in a single wave
my old neighbor hums
old sword masters wrote
at dawn, a few
of coffee and loveI have lived too long on coffeeof coffee and love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and of sighs in coffee cups.
Powderdays are blowing
from night to night.
I have stained and strained
my heart, dear heart, with coffee
and with you. I have held
the sun off my nose, and known
there are no easy roads.
But if there were, here:
This is my hand, I am your man,
let us walk, or run, this place
has frightened me too long.
Guide You HomeYou study the stars on my arms,Guide You Home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blended constellations set in negative,
as though they could guide you
from your grinding teeth and furrowed brows,
to the final release and the following calm.
You have not asked a question of me.
I, therefore, have no answers for you.
The wheeling sky is paused, silent, skin.
I cannot lead you home,
though you searched my astrology and I, as we
hovered over your body. I am not, I never was
truly set with sky, infinite, omniscient.
I cannot divine the questions caught
behind your open mouth, closed throat.
I am human, and fickle, and finite.
There are no answers in me.
NotesMy home of cirrusNotes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clouds and the cosmos
pinches the delicate
little silver chain
and my home is tilted
like a lung it's breathing
a Celtic song of the forest
a song of itself singing
I say that the celestial and the causal
is the natural
and the cause of causes is the house of houses
and when we find the answer, it will seem so obvious
in a young countryOur people surrender to depression with elephants in their poetry,in a young country4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the suicide machines built like the helmets of astronauts
more or less proving god's absence in their wake.
We've perfected the technology to photograph an airplane
bending at the moment of impact. This is the world we were given.
In our books the bodies fall upward and nobody prays. We're left
watching spines stand and drift into an exodus of hands in a video
of unsinkable buildings. Our state is overpopulated with expositions
of the ache that some get while staring at the sky. The folk music
of our planet's oceans can no longer lessen this place's collisions,
all of the metal in our bodies is homesick,
all of these geese stayed behind and froze to death in the park.
Faithlike june tangled in tanquereyFaith5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a chaos
sometimes it burns like gin
like holding these streets
with thought we've seen
as insurrect as nostalgia
as pieces of film you'll never develop
in your hands until they've all bled through
and you're left alone once more
there is information on these walls
that remind me of theories of string
how we're all just the idea of energy
that color is a symptom of light
and we've dreamed ourselves up so many times
there is no reality we haven't made love in
i've seen this city live and die by it
like a long exposure of nuclear winter
testing the premise of an afterlife
as photographs come and go like stars
that nobody ever writes poems about
begin again? dear dylan,
it's as hard as loving
it's as hard as loving yourself
as hard as having your heart broken
by ideas and by songs
it's as hard as being human and having no one to blame
and dreaming i