You Don't Have to be Wonder Woman...I think these walls are collapsing around me because I'm not smart. I don't think with my head, I think with my hands in terms of what I can make, what I can break, and how to put back together what was previously given up on.You Don't Have to be Wonder Woman...1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No, I don't always have a steady grip on reality and sometimes my abstract sight, the only one I can really see with, wavers and I'm blind to everything around me. So I feel my way through the thorns and the storms and put my friends in poetry so that way, when they leave, I can still say we're gonna be best friends forever.
It won't really surprise any of you to know that I auditioned to be Wonder Woman. They told me I had great spirit but that cape was way too big and those boots were too tall and I just didn't have the look, you know, that superhero look. But I had great spirit! And if I just stuck around long enough, they were sure I could change the world.
But even if that doesn't quite work out, even if the world is exactly the same fifty year
MomentsRemember that time we sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus? You were quiet, like you always were, and I thought nothing of it. But then you turned to me, an unreadable look in your eyes, and you asked me what I liked most about life. I just stared at you, unsure how to answer. You seemed to take my silence as something bad.Moments11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Never mind,” You mumbled. “It was a stupid question.”
“No, no.” I hurried to assure you. “I was just thinking. What I like best about life would probably be all the little moments that happen that end up meaning so much and all the people you meet along the way.” I shrugged and you hummed, turning back to face forward.
You didn’t come to the bus stop the next day.
Remember that hot summer day, the one when it was too hot to even think? I was complaining about how much I was sweating, and you were, as usual, responding with noncommittal noises. The bus was running late that day, and I was cursing every
do you even hear yourself?he declares himself a feministdo you even hear yourself?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"in the purest sense of the word"
and expects every woman to prove that
(to him, specifically)
she is worthy of equal respect
Grandma“Is there something terribly wrong with me?”Grandma2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I sigh and look up from my book. In the evening light my grandmother stares back at me, utterly unaware that it’s the third time she’s asked in as many minutes. Complex maps of wrinkles frame her wide eyes, each crease charting the grief, joy and laughter of a lifetime she is slowly forgetting. I look at her and I remember the wit and spark that used to punctuate her speech. I remember the way she used to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere; how she’d find wonder in the simplicity of everyday life. Her curiosity, her sense of adventure, her love of the world and of all the people in it have been replaced by a child-like fear of the unfamiliar.
I look at my grandmother and behind her old, tired eyes I see a young girl who has lost hold of her mother’s hand in a world full of strangers.
“No, Grandma. There’s nothing wrong with you at all.”
curtains shift –
the faint glow
FFM July 2 - The Gas maskLet me tell you a story about waking up under water. No, not literally waking up under water, but that very same feeling. It's also a story about oxygen. Have any of you ever thought about oxygen, how important it is? Oh, sure, you've held your breath for sixty seconds, felt that surge of pleasant panic. Pleasant because all it takes is to open your mouth and let that sweet, sweet oxygen come back in. Except have you ever thought about what would happen if at that very instant, when you've held your breath for as long as you could someone would come along and dunk you head-first into water? You would suddenly realize you have no power in your limbs to fight; your grandmother could drown you then. If you draw in breath, you will die, but you have to draw in breath. You have to or you will die. No-one really wants to think any further than that, lest they really do start choking.FFM July 2 - The Gas mask6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Maybe you imagined this situation right now. See how fine it is to be breathing, steady, big gu
here's to losing youhey, wow,here's to losing you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
great! you do!
are you happy?
no, but here, have my
see me turn myself
upside down when we run
into each other.
while you are shaking hands
and kissing babies
still smiling for smiling's sake,
I've seen the real you
crying into wine. I've felt you
stain my shirt black-streaked
with hidden away things
creased things, folded
and in the process, you
soaked my soul in
spooning your vulnerability
was better than
in one blind night,
better than the electric jolts
you sent burning up my arms
when you grabbed my hand
one day, out of the clear blue,
better than that first kiss
when both our tensions
dissolved into each other
like butter in a hot pan.
nothing has quite matched the night
when I saw you naked, saw you
emotionally undress for the first time:
tonight i am old againtomorrow morning i will betonight i am old again1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
two again and scared of the shadows.
i will be two again and i will not
look out the window unless you are
holding my hand,
i will be two again and my father will
be the biggest man on earth again
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen, i am
holding the world in my chest and it is
beating like a heart (well then it must be my heart)
china digs a pattern in my backbone and i
am red red red red
i am a communist daughter and
the trains to shanghai will leave something
to be desired
i am eighteen, i am
all the life in the world
stacked around a schoolruined spine
and the world moves softly and she
touches me gently with her face
and then slides away.
tomorrow morning i will be
five again and i will be happy,
i will be five again and i will not
look at my body the way my mother looks at her body,
i will be five again
and people will just be pretty, people will just be
people will just be
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
Hello, I'm Me- Nice To Meet YouI stand in the rain- until I’m soaked to the bone with the scent of itHello, I'm Me- Nice To Meet You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until my clothes stick to my skin and it’s uncomfortable to peel them off
I crawl out of bed at 2:33 am just to go look at the stars- even if I’m too tired to name them
Even if my hair is still wet from my shower and the tips start to freeze because it’s under 20 degrees F
I walk with my hands grazing the branches of trees- lips turned up the corners
Lips turned up at the corners because I get along with nature better than I do with humans
I give way too much ‘change’ to veterans asking for money- even though I know they may be lying
Even though they may be, but what if they’re not?
I listen to cashiers as they spill their tales of bad days across the scanner- as they scan 10 cans of cat food
As they scan 10 cans of cat food, I smile brightly- one that somehow reaches my eyes- and wish them a better tomorrow
I visit my town’s Radio Shack way too often- the two freq
Red Riding Hood and the Beast Once upon a time, there was a young beauty who always wore a red hood that her grandmother made for her. Therefore, she was known as Red Riding Hood, but everyone just called her Red. She stayed with her grandmother, because her parents were lost when a plague had swept the land. Her house was located in an enormous forest that was peaceful and beautiful by day but dreadful and eerie by night. Every day, Red would take her basket and walk down a dirt road until she came to a little town. There, she would get whatever her grandmother asked her to buy from the market.Red Riding Hood and the Beast2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone in the village, like the rest of the land, lived in fear, because the kingdom was ruled by a hideous beast. All believed that he had eaten the real king and replaced him. At night, the villagers were afraid that the beast would roam the eerie forest and claim a victim; it had happened several times before. Anyone who went into the forest would be found; they had been ripped to shreds by
fa(r)ceface me, faux pas prince;fa(r)ce6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
meet my eyes,
take a deep breath.
where do i go in the wake
of your empty empathy embers
burning through the walls
i built to hold me safe -
this honesty blisters blatant,
and i wonder how perception
has managed to fail you
in such a spectacular way.
face me, flighty fighter;
hold my gaze,
hold my gaze,
only cowards look away.
this is a warning,
or a goodbye.
if you play at salvation for long enough,
maybe someday you'll be able
to save yourself.
this is a machination that whirs
and you imagine that you
know me, daydreamer -
i am so much more
face me, flickerswitch;
maybe i would love you more
if the lights were out.
(maybe i could love you longer
if you kept your mouth
and sometimes i believe
that you can only love me
when i'm playing
because you're so busy
in your role of saviour
Through all this LightThere's no nighttime here,Through all this Light1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no scrap of honest darkness.
Just the garish lights and forsaken spaces
vacant of cars and people
and all their daytime amenities.
How is a man to find his way through all this light?
It isn't right, this open kind of darkness,
but some things cannot be unwound,
Art Feature #7 - LGBTQSo, since it won the poll this week and since it is VERY important to me (since I'm bisexual) I'm doing this week's art feature on LGBTQ art. If anyone wonders, I left out asexual since I'll give that an art feature of its own as it is extremely under represented.Art Feature #7 - LGBTQ10 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Homophobia isn't cool and these artists as well as the people in the photos took a big risk to put themselves out there. Make sure to show them LOTS of love. Even if the artwork isn't your favourite, I assure that they don't get enough support for being who they are which is something that most of us take for granted.
BeYOUtiful by meghan486 Transgender by thispepita Transexual by nAgLiMaNtAs