Cracked Jars of Sunshine - Part ICracked Jars of Sunshine - Part I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything had a price.
She wasn't sure when she first realized this. When the bitter thought had slipped itself into the back of her head as a carefully guided needle to helpless little balloon. It may have been when she was old enough to wobble unsteadily on her own bare feet. Back then, her and her mother had been on some remote planetshe couldn't even remember why or the name of itonly that her mother worked hard. Worked honestly. There were other twi'leks with them and she played often in warm sun and the fresh tilled earth worked by her mother and many others. There was planting. There was singing. There was laughter. Half-formed memories of childhood they were; things that during her darkest hours she would reach out with her minds eye and cradle them to her for comfort.
In the beginning, her mother smiled and laughed too. She could almost remember the way her mothers eyes would crinkle when she did. She remembered her mothers stories of her home pl
NaNoWriMo Text Prompts 81.) He always grew misty eyed when he heard the bagpipes, it reminded him of her, of the stories she would tell of her home and the endless green hills. It didn't hit him until he put his hand down on her head stone, his wrinkled and age spotted hands pale against granite--that he was hearing them in a graveyard. Sharply, he jerked his head upward to the rolling fog creeping in.NaNoWriMo Text Prompts 82 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2.) You know...when you were Queen of the Dead it was really damn hard to get a prom date.
3.) They all gaped at the knight as he emerged from the gigantic cave unscathed, unmarked and un-burnt with his encounter of the dragon. Behind him, tongue rolling out happily and each step causing the ground to tremor came the dragon: faithful as a dog. Jaws gaping and eyes wide, they crowded around him and begged him the secret of how he tamed it. He laughed and smiled charmingly, telling them even a Knight needed his secrets.
Later that night as he lay on his pillow, his wife's arms around him and nearly drifting aslee
Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesArachnid Love2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wayward lover is coming home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound
Never to emerge again
A spider entered his lady's den
Thoraces were hanging everywhere
Her abdomen loomed--white and bare
Afraid, he took the thread to seek, and
Nature told him what to speak
Awed eyes sparkled in recognition, and she
Embraced him in a quick decision
Languid love followed repetition
Evening came and the moon looked down
At arachnid lovers together bound
Glared at he who lay so still
Leered at she who made the kill...But his dead
Eyes stared back, happy and filled
Traveling over sticks and stones
The wayward lover has come on home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound...of arachnid love.
I Fly to YouA bee to a flowerI Fly to You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fly to you
My only wish
to press my body against
the soft fuzz that blankets your being
and fills my dreams with the feel,
the joy of rolling and dying
in this field of you
And I will drink from your mouth
a nectar sweeter than the dawn
And I will climb into your petals,
never to return
QuestionYour icy eyesQuestion2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Burn into mine
A meltdown inside
A question rides
Into the night
An eternal flight
What are you asking me?
For what else can you and I be, now?
You always set aside
All of your saccharine lines
'Til no one else can hear
You always try to slide
Yourself into my life
But what have I to fear?
That I'll fall headfirst for your soulful guise?
That I'll turn my back on the world tonight?
Just to have one taste of that sheer delight, oh...
Your hands brush mine
I freeze in time
My heart's a divide
Your lips seep wine
Your touch, divine
Pushed reason aside
There's no more asking me
For you are all that I see, now...
A strong, unbidden tide
of feelings I've denied
comes rushing through the years
I'm wary of your kind
and all your dark designs
But how I need you near, oh...
'Cause I've fallen hard for your soulful guise
And I've lost my will to heed the wise
Yes, I've turned my back on the world tonight, oh...
Infatuation(Verse 1)Infatuation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I watch you dance from afar
with people watching, people laughing
Why do I keep thinking about you
when I don't even know who you are?
Ablaze from a vision so enchanting
I can't sleep---your feet tiptoe through all of my nightmares
All night I torture myself with sweet impossibilities
'til I'm too weak to fight for the truth
Is it a crime?
Fascination with someone you've only seen twice?
Infatuation with someone you've only seen three times?
Is it a crime
that I want to press your lips to mine?
You waste your beauty on the weak,
on the common, the unworthy
If you could see what I could give you
I hope that you would change your mind
I'd sacrifice it all to have you
Throw my life away to start one with you
We'd both be free from this hell
if you would just come willingly
and succumb to the unholy truth
Why do I wake whispering your name?
I'll never know you, never hold you
Yet I have failed to put out the flames
Meet Me In The Pouring Rain It was just another typical night at the Seville household. Dave was still at a meeting for work. Alvin was just sitting in the living room playing video games. Theodore was cooking dinner. Nothing exciting. In the basement were two chipmunks working hard at a science project for class. These two studious munks never seemed to get distracted by anything when working. Tonight, Simon couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was wearing skinny blue jeans that showed off her perfect hips. A purple v-neck long sleeved shirt and black flats went along with this. Half of her hair was pulled out of her face while the rest was hanging loosely around her beautiful face with slight makeup on it. Who can forget those cute, purple glasses of hers? She was just perfect. He has been catching himself staring at her like this a lot lately, but he just couldn't help himself. There has been a feeling he has been getting since they started high school. Now being juniors, he felt that he should dMeet Me In The Pouring Rain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Terrapin TraitsSwimming out of necessityTerrapin Traits2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their flippers kicking back,
These homebody terrapins
Are never out of whack
Their shells look as if painted
With the finest hand and brush,
Their forms, to me, totemic
Their voices, a multi-volume hush
They move with utter grace
And eat with proper utensils,
They do not speak or write a word
For they've means better than pencils
They treat each other with respect,
Except when they do not...
They show their love without pretension
And for that, they're adored a lot
Yet, sometimes one makes the other mad
And is ignored quite much
But cold spells never endure entire days
So again, they dance and touch
When their minds imbibe a sudden idea
And decide it's good as gold
The tenacity which they proceed
Could cure the common cold
Their daily lives are never a bore to watch
Every simple movement is so enchanting
If I attempted to describe this with my tongue
In a very short while I'd be panting
They show there can be continuity
Among all varied walks of life
I feel su
Because of You"Are you all right?" He asked, I could hear the worry. "Do you need anything?" I didn't need to open my eyes to know that he was probably standing there, brows wrinkling suddenly and a small frown of concern.Because of You2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"M-hmmm", I answered the first. "M-m," I hummed for the second, shaking my head. I could smell themthey were bright, sunshine, daisies of love and leaves of laughter. In comparison to the no-smell of hospital sheets, the chill of sterilized things, they stood out in the room like fire in the rain.
"I brought you"
"Flowers," I said, opening my eyes. Now a days, I can see shapes sometimes. If I tip my head up and a bit to the right. If I look at things askance, I can still pick out shapes. I can't see his face anymore but I know his shape. It's imprinted in the bed of my mind and in my heart. And even though I can't see his face, I remember the way his eyes glitter-glowed with a smile at seeing me.
"How did you know?" He seemed mor
Blind PanicIt begins,Blind Panic5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a sense of unease
Are not quite,
Not like they should be
Blind panic is swelling,
And my soul is telling,
I begin shaking,
I feel the fear breaking
Unable to hide,
I am hearing,
Things that aren't,
That feels like,
A bad dream
Sweat is pouring,
Nails are scoring,
Harsh lines in the table,
In front of me
Knees are bracing,
My lips are tasting,
jlp May 13, 2009
A memory of Sun - Part IIA memory of Sun - Part II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her mother had been beautiful once. Before the drugs had taken her to a place where sense nor sanity no longer lived. Before Javoran snake-bellied into her life to flicker-whisper lies and use the back of his knuckles to speakpinpricks of his fingers blushed darker cerulean in her mother's skin often. Jahnya often thought that the color of her mother's bruised skin is what the sky might look like if it was cruelly crushed. Part of her mother's beauty, she had always thought, was the traditional head piece that she'd worn before Javoran bought her something new. Something gaudy and studded with fake stones, something flashy and as fake as the life he'd given Jahnya's mother.
The head piece had a thick band of ancient brown hide. Edged in metal that Jahnya imagined the hands of many women of her clan had once touchedstaining it bronze-gold with their fingerprints--a simplistic, elegant center piece of metal rested on the brow. A circle in the middle with two column
A Panic AttackBreathing,A Panic Attack6 years ago in Other More Like This
The SkyYour voice is sweet as honeyThe Sky2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your face is fine as silk
Your smile, your laugh, so sunny
I drink you in like milk
I see your sweater on the desk
If only I could be so blessed
To be that near you
I hear a mention of your name
Try to control my mind in vain...
I'm thinking of you
My love, you are my freedom
My love, you are my peace
The sky is full of reasons
That you and I should be
You speak so well, your words like bells
Ring clear and true
Your sweet scent dwells where memories meld
with love imbued
You stand so sure, with such allure
Just like a king
For you and you alone my heart takes wing
Your eyes are my undoing
Your gaze a thrilling dance
Such fire, such ardor brewing
In the wake of your deft glance
You walk before me
And I'm fazed
Some moments pass yet I remain
Staring after you
I watch your fingers turn a page
Oh, all the kisses that I'd lay
On each part of you
My love, you are my freedom
My love, you are my peace
The sky is full of reasons
That you and I should be
CapricornFrom December to DecemberCapricorn2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What a dreary year
She remembers it's her birthday
Checks the rearview mirror
Of her Lexus that she drives into the parking space
That's reserved especially for her
She walks into the building
Greets her employees
Who flit from task to task
Like a swarm of bees
She sits down in her office in the swivel chair
Nothing's there to remind her of home
Well, her colleagues all respected her
But their false smiles all affected her
Behind her back, there is nothing but envy and hate
She's a Capricorn
She works hard every day
Always works, never plays
Gets promoted, gets paid
Such a Capricorn
Works so hard every day
Ask her why, she can't say 'cause
Maybe even she doesn't know anymore
From December to December
Yet another year
He remembers it's his birthday
As he drinks his beer
Reads a letter from his mother
And pulls out again a 20 dollar bill, year after year
Tuning his guitar backstage, a joint in hand
He wonders how long it'll take this time to land
He gets up with
TamedYou're such a dazzling manTamed2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll have you for my own
You'll be at my command
When I get you alone
Sashaying down the street
I flick my eyes towards yours
You glance and feel complete
And you're drawn to the source
Feet walk of their own accord
You're like a moth to my flame
Get ready to be adored
And after, you won't be the same
You'll never be the same
You're gonna be
I'll make you lose your mind
I'll kiss you
Until you lose track of time
Before this passion that reigns
If I were you
I'd let this, let this
Be your surrender
You're already tamed...
But really, who can tell
The mistress from the slave?
I feel that spark as well
And I can't be saved
I meant to crush your heart
Toss you around like a toy
But I can't play my part
I'm done with the ploy
When I hold you in my arms
I'll never know why you're there
Can't help but feel such alarm
'Cause I took you by force, unawares
You didn't stand a chance
Remove your shackles, your chai
A Heavy Heart to Carry - Part VIA Heavy Heart to Carry - Part VI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Second to pulling the trigger, I think that was the single best feeling I'd ever had in a long time and when he started screaming at me, blood pouring from his squashed nose and the gap made by his lost tooth, I was downright considering doing it again. The blue twi'lek on his arm, fragged out of her head on spice was now trying to comfort Javoran who moments before had been busy beating the kid at his feet mercilessly. Useless. I didn't step in when Javoran grabbed hold of her and shoved her hard enough she went end-over-tea-kettle over a chair and sprawled on the floor. But he went to lay a hand on me and I hitched my fingers in my belt.
"Wouldn't do that, Chief," warned him. He's lucky we worked for the same fella and I liked my butt alive. "Don't think our mutual boss would like to hear how you've been playing with the merchandise, mm?" Hiking my head to the sprawled out dancer I was pretty sure was his newest toy. The new ones he kept for himself to break in didn't let anyone slee
hollowfalling in lovehollow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like plucking ribs, and
each time you've fallen
you're another bone closer
to cardiac arrest
i'm never careful enoughThe roads here wind in ways that I don't expect.i'm never careful enough3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, I think that dashed yellow line is the only thing that keeps me moving the right way. That keeps me going. Because one wrong move could send me barreling off the highway and the freefall feeling that would come next is not something I'm unfamiliar with. It's the same thing that happens every time I think of you. I can't get over how much this place reminds me of you. I can't get over how little room there is between full-fledged fear and being in love.
Sometimes, I think maybe they're the same thing.
I don't know what keeps bringing me back here. But I find myself coming here more and more when I can't sleep. When I can't stop thinking about you. I drive the same familiar routes. Thinking the same familiar thoughts. Going to the same familiar places. I keep retracing the paths we used to take, thinking that if I follow them back far enough, I'll figure out where we went wrong. The absence of you is familiar. Almost comforting.
hungoverwaking up is hard whenhungover2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have you sitting on my
cancer handshoney, you should have knowncancer hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm one of those tasteful girls
with all those tongues hidden
in her bones
and not one of those watered down ones
wasting their time with fake, ersatz tastes,
but the pilled, the ones that can be
and can't kill
with cancer hands
ephemeralthere's something about theephemeral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way we keep
to a sleepless night
with the tap of a train
under our feet.
the way we end
with the close of day,
the oranges and reds lingering
while the sleep
tickles our eyelids.
the way we hold each other
in our hands, knuckles tingling
and skin pounding
with each new touch and breath.
the kind of thing that lives
with everything in the way we speak, the careful whispers
in the crooks of our shoulders,
quick in patters of rain, but crawling in droplets,
a haunting reminder of what we are-
I broke her at noonI broke her at noon.I broke her at noon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was one of those fall days where it's still warm, but the smell of autumn tingles your brain as it seeps in your nose unseen. Her apartment on Hollywood Boulevard could be mine if I wanted it, but it all seemed to be too much for too little: a tight space for a big name. And while I'd had fun with the game, it was over.
We'd played for months. She would never call me back, and then when all seemed lost she would call in the frantic need to talk to me. To talk to me about them. And that's what I swam in when she pulled me into her pool of porcelain ghosts of men who I knew nothing about; I swam in their clinky, creepy aftermath. She was in pieces, and I was dancing between the delicacy of these easily shattered icons she erected in her memory of them.
Last night, when she called, I would not come.
Later last night, when she called, I would not come.
After midnight, when she called beggi
How To Be Lonelyi.How To Be Lonely3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first step to acceptance is to be like others. Like a flower, almost, in your pleated skirt and saddle shoes, starched white blouse radiant, you stand in the coat room of Mrs.Lund's first grade classroom and wish you had worn something, anything, different. Afraid to venture in to the snarling maw of children that would encompass you and swallow you whole, you stand shivering in the musky stench of rain boots and plaid coats until the teacher, fed up, steers you by the arm to the office and insists to speak with the principal. You know he'll phone your mother, but for some reason you don't care as you gaze in to the sticky circular patterns in the wallpaper and glance at the stack of manila envelopes on the secretaries desk that she meticulously sifts through while humming underneath her breath. She doesn't look at you. You're blending in.
You lose your virginity in a coat room, soggy from an afternoon shower, fumbling with his zipper though your hands are numb from the cold
printblue windows, he saysprint3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why can't i have all the blinds,
choosy birds and clouded eyes
too wide open, he knows
but the winged fingers, beaked lips
and beaming eyes
are all too tempting-
why can't he have it all,
the rivered skies and blurred
whites, the flaking palms and
kaleidoscope eyes, branched feet
and lipped suns,
but the newsprint says no,
too far from glass it says, and he knows,
but blue windows lie.