The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
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Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
Another Sad Song - Part One******************Another Sad Song - Part One8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mom! Fuck, just shut up!" Anna screamed, walking ahead of her mother towards the parked car
"Don't speak to me like that! I'm your mother and you should know better"
"Whatever" Anna sighed when she reached the car "can you just unlock the car?"
"Listen to me Annabelle" her mother said, leaning against the drivers side of the car "I've just sat there and listened to your teachers complain about your behaviour, your behaviour that is when you bothered to show up for classes"
Anna sighed in frustration "Mom…"
"No, what the hell is going on with you? You didn't used to be like this-"
"Oh fuck not this again" Anna muttered, biting down on her lip ring
"Like that, two years ago you wouldn't have sworn at me like that"
"Can you just unlock the car?"
Her mother sighed, realising that once again she'd failed to reach her daughter "Sure" she whispered, turning the lock, and slipping into the car.
"Honey, honey its okay it was just a dream" Her f
I am...I am a mortal...I am...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
made whole by flesh and bone
and fortified by resolutions I have set in stone
I am not...
my weight, nor the color of my skin
not bound by my transgressions nor the extent to which I sin
I am not...
a beliefe or religious choice
nor am I without a faith for which I'd gladly raise my voice
I am not...
my money or balance due
for I have seen immorality invest in some who pursue
I am not...
my house, rivaling the steeples in rome
for what good is a house if it is not my home
I am a romantic...
marred by imperfection and mistakes
endowed with a heart that occassionally breaks
I am an optimist...
with an unshakable smile
who in this heart knows there is so much worth the while
I am a lover...
of my friends and my kin
whos relentless devotion reinforces the strength I've developed within
I am a mortal...
falsely labeled naive
for I am capable of things you could never conceive
Crusaders for ChristWe need to stand togetherCrusaders for Christ9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's time for us to fight
Our God has called each one of us
To set this lost world right
We soldiers fight our battles
Down upon our knees
For the Lord we have so many
Hearts and minds and souls to seize
We've roused our mighty force
For an onslaught against sin
So get ready, because it's been said
That those on God's side win
Our provider is our Father,
Our Faith has forged our shield
The mighty sword of God's Word
Is the weapon that we wield
Legion of the Lord:
Prepare for a crusade
Arise, now, fellow soldiers
It's time that we invade
Invade the hearts of lost ones
Invade a world gone dim
Shine a light for all to see
We give our lives to Him
This is your call to arms,
The battle cry's been sounded
Our mission is to ambush Sin
By which we're all surrounded
We aim to break the chains
With the Word that is our sword
Of those under sin's domain
We're winning souls for the Lord
We've got soldiers in the trenches
In the midst of battle where
They're launching coun
.:fight:.Once again.:fight:.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've fallen flat on my face
I can't see Your face for the dirt of my shame...
I fell willingly, knew what I was doing
Refused to stop, though I knew I was hurting You
I have to be honest enough to say that part of me didn't care...
After all has been said and done, I sit on this shower floor
Wondering what went wrong
Wasn't it I that was so passionate about my love for You yesterday?
Now it hurts, like there's a piece of me missing
I can't cry, but I curl into a ball
Lashing at myself for being so stupid...again.
I can see You turning away from me in the acts of my sin
Then being subject to a brutal whip
Because that's how much You love me...
Why? Why do You love a failure such as me?
How could You?
Why offer Yourself for this unworthy one?
I look up,
LogosWhat are words, but that which gives ephemeral formLogos8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to thoughts and pictures,
or syllables weaved together to create a new sound?
And from whence does it come?
A box that cannot contain that which it produces:
foreign creatures with wings,
anxious to break free and be taken away by the wind,
left to ride the backs of thunderheads
This is the immersion of voice, buried deep yet exposed,
raised letter by letter like the resurrection of saints
and falling as a holy waterfall
Yet so much more are the strokes of a pen
that grace the surface of a sleek white virgin page,
truly allowing it to breathe some new thing
Word given form, shape and purpose
bringing to potential paper and ink, united as a bride to a groom
The result leaves humanity colliding with divinity,
drawn in by a shepherd's hook that brings the cold close
and holds her in a warm embrace
What are these words that fall off the tongues of cherubim,
cresting the edge of the world like satin white horses?
The lungs of man will be f
Processes of PurityWhen Jeremy and IProcesses of Purity9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walk down Westmoor in
February, I know the
Nasturtium leaves have
Collected rain water in the
Center of their green veined
Hearts. The glass beads have
Gathered large and clear and the
Cavities of our chests lay
Open and convex. Willing we are, for the
Desert there knows no quench.
Green will purify the acid run-off
As it puddles within us. Breathing
Droplets will filter through the
Flimsy cheesecloth and
Strike the sand in silence. Perhaps
Light will transfigure each into
Bits of bread—flaked, illumined,
Descending. But the black writhing
Wire trees below will refuse to be
Dampened or fed, screaming
Abuse at One who requests the
Raising of birch bark arms into
His monochrome sky.
R0M30 4ND JUL137R0M30 4ND JUL1379 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~^*FoXxY___JuLiEt*^~ says: O Romeo, Romeo! Where are you, Romeo? Deny your father, and refuse your operating system; or if you will not, tell me you <3 me and I'll no longer use a Mac.
69+_RoMeO_+69 [Aside]: Shall I sign out, or IM her?
~^*FoXxY___JuLiEt*^~ says: It is your operating system that is my enemy. You are using Windows, not a Mac. What is a PC? It is not an Apple, not a mouse, not a keyboard, or any other application belonging to a man. O, be some other operating system! That which we call a website by any other domain would be as 1337. Even if your screen name wasn't Romeo, you'd still be Romeo, and as web-savvy. And for your screen name, which is no part of you, take all myself.
69+_RoMeO_+69 says: I see what you type. Tell me you <3 me and I'll reformat my hard drive. From now on, I won't be Romeo.
~^*FoXxY___JuLiEt*^~ says: What user are you that signed on so late and got my MSN?
69+_RoMeO_+69 says: By a screen name, I know
For I have SinnedFor I have Sinned9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once had
An affair with Jesus,
When my legs were swollen
And my eyes looked like heat
It was kept quite hush-hush
Afraid that Hashem would find out
And no Holy Mary's or hall-
would save me . But his voice
Beat wildly with the
Promise of a fake honey heaven
Complete with wings that would
Be glued onto my shoulder bones.
And I suffocated under
The red light from his
I didn't believe in
Men nailed on crosses
But I needed a cross-heaven
With twinkle angels
And winged warriors.
I kept waiting to be kissed
By fate, to be swept up
In the arms of forgiveness
And to elope with
A man who had scars on his wrists
Like my own.
But he chose
Millions of women
In white and black,
With purer thighs
And glass eyes
their eyes closed.
In Rome...In Rome...10 years ago in Open More Like This
In Rome the Ancient Meets the Modern
Fuel efficient schools of fish
Flash in the sun as they turn together.
Tour buses, mammoth and marauding give chase
Around 2000 year old coral the class escapes.
The whales' bellies empty
Where now only an impressive nautilus remains.
Benign monsters exist here frozen,
stripped to their weathered stone skeletons;
a city straddling the trench of history.
Atlantis was never lost, just built upon
where myths walked with feet dry of time
you can purchase scalloped Farragamo shoes.
The Dolomite Man 1.The Dolomite Man9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are openhanded. Of course you are openhanded.
Yours is a more civilized hand than Gods,
a softer hand, a slower hand.
And your mouth discloses the first great secret of the world.
I cannot hear it. It
is a secret for your mistresses and your four wives,
and for your mistresses and your four wives only.
The child will learn it on his own. You may edify him
this way, you may make a lesson out of it
though I will learn close to nothing.
Perhaps how to make my expressions less vacuous,
my hands softer and more civilized,
my tongue-pallet the purer.
Hand me that Madeira and I will tell you
RUBBER TIRES FOR TANNIN! How perfectly
the aftertaste traipses its tails and trains along behind it,
thick, yes, but gone in the creases.
God watches from the library room, envious
and with locusts.
You sat once,
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal10 years ago in Humor More Like This
The diary of I M Hormonal
So yeah like i kinda fell out of bed this morning (it's a REALLY thin bed) kinda yeah. And like, i wasn't in a good mood (i did fall out of bed) y'see. It kinda all began like.... y'know (getting to the point quickly here), last night where i like... well my girlfriend (well we weren't really going out per say...) is such a whore (not that i'd know of course)...i mean she's my ex now y'know (see previous).
But she sleeps around like (and i found out last night. Tore my heart in two (well not really but it felt like that once the hormones kicked in... except not as painful)) and like, threw it onto the ground (she didn't really do this either but it makes me feel inntelygant) and (i felt really sad) i cried myself to sleep (but i did wake up in the middle of a night for a poopie). She says the rabbit made her feel happier than me (rabbits are sexy i'l give you that), like, i
TomorrowTomorrow8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With each day that passes, another tomorrow comes.
and with each tomorrow that comes,
so does my soul grow more fragile.
It becomes difficult, as the years grow longer
to find the fragrance of the once loved
that's been snatched away from me.
It becomes irrecoverable, the once beloved sight
the heart that has grown fonder
But while every moment passes
and with each second that flies,
the value of the memories we shared
neither ripens or depreciates into nothing
but remains unchanged, as if perpetual within time.
For even after one hundred tomorrows,
or even after one thousand tomorrows,
the signficance, of what you taught me,
remains the greatest, and most wonderful
memories I experienced.
Things for J. to Holdboys who get lostThings for J. to Hold9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the way to being
girls, who sit quiet inside
large rooms without ever
being too small;
songs from under
apology and regret, to where
starlight and super nova
the rope God used
to tie us together;
water that eddies
into the falls and out
of the falls, without ever thinking
it was lost to the cascades;
the ground under your feet
when it beeps up to you
I think we're in love;
your hat, when the wind blows hard;
poems, and those who write them.
Sunsets - lilblondy06412Have you ever stopped to look at a sunset?Sunsets - lilblondy064129 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I mean, REALLY look at it?
How the colors seem to blend together so well.
I never would have thought purple and orange
went so well together
until I saw the sunset. It's so amazing.
When I see a sunset, it takes my breath away.
It makes me feel so small, so...
The sunset speaks to me
when I watch it.
It tells me of great beauty
It tells me of wonderous things
that I could not even fathom.
You see, this sunset
is not a creation of its own.
It was painted.
The artist took the most beautiful colors and combinations that He could find
He splashed them and stroked them across the sky.
He inscribed words in them
that only one who truly looked upon it could see.
He placed meaning in it.
He told me he loved me, and he still does.
He told me he's always been there for me, and still is
He told me I'm worth everything he gave, including his life
He told me he painted this sunset just for me
and that I could enjoy it all I want
He told me, that if I l
Steps to the SkySteps to the Sky8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I don't want to think what had happened: a tooth brush gone missing, cat food spilt on the floor, not returning borrowed clothes- For my family nowadays, it was anything that I had done. I knew it would be anything that I did. I opened the door and let myself out.
Avoiding the streets, I climbed to a leafed retreat. It hardly helped: the tree would protect me from the outside, but the greater worry was myself. Speckled leaves fell and I knew that I would never be able to escape on the wind, like they did. I glanced at the sun and knew that it was time to get back. Cleaning up the house would be easy enough, and then I'd just lie low.
On the way home, I was warm in my simple clothes. The cloudless sky was blue. Not the blue of light at a certain frequency, the blue of freedom, renewal. I would have walked slowly, remembering the words of the blind and deaf, but today the destination was more important than the journey.
A feather blew across my gaze. It reminded m
The Very Model Of A Modern..."I Have the Very Model of a Modern Fangirl Attitude"The Very Model Of A Modern...9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have the very model of a modern fangirl attitude
My interests span the spectrum from appalling to the merely lewd
I'm teaching myself Japanese to quote the lines adorable
From fansub, not official script (I find all dubs deplorable),
I'm painfully acquainted, too, with matters pornographical,
I obsess about otaku shit like shounen ai and tentacles,
About slash pairing theories I'm just teeming with a lot o' mirth,
With many horrid fantasies about a world where big-eyed boys give birth!
With many horrid fantasies about a world where big-eyed boys give birth!
With many horrid fanasies about a world where big-eyed boys give birth!
With many horrid fantasies about a world where big-eyed boys give birth!
I'm good at gathering useless piles of Asian culture trivial,
I go on for hours til driven off despite my air convivial
In short, in matters pointless, boorish, obsessively and truly crude,
I have the ve
Angsty Modern PoemSpaghetti train tracks, melting my gazebo motherAngsty Modern Poem10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
WHY WON'T MARY PHONE THE DENTIST?
Do zoophiles read Cosmo?
My Spanish anteater spoke in riddles
ANGUISH OF THE MIDGETS CRIES OUT FOR NEVERMORE
Spiraling, jiggling, macadamia
Troubled memories of cardboard
Haunted by misbegotten psoriasis, I climb the ladder into Alfred's Trout Farm
WHY WON'T MARY FAX ME HER DENTAL RECORDS?
Give a man an umbrella and he'll beat a Swedish Milkman senseless
Oh, how my fingernails taste of guacamole
Angst, regret, penile clamping
Never, never, never,
Never, never, never
Okay, maybe sometimes on Tuesdays
Diligence forgotten in quivering spatula
TELL ME WHY MARY HASN'T BRUSHED MY TEETH WITH AN AARDVARK
TREVOR, GIVE AUNTY BACK HER MASCARA
-untitled--untitled-10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's too bad it had to end this way
I still think about you everyday
But it took me this long
To find I was wrong
And it hurts to say
I'm better off this way
The Color Of LifeWheres this shallow ghostThe Color Of Life6 years ago in Other More Like This
Whos supposed to come and save us?
When will life be simple,
And everything clear?
Why are we hearing mosquito bites
And feeling the strange sound of buzzing wings?
Our eyes are dry
Why should everything make us sad?
And remind us of tears?
Its mad, the weeping
And wailings of our canvas
But thats the heartbeat of our lullaby.
Shake your hot stuff baby.
A hunger for red nylons.
She wants it we want it.
Hot loves singing in our ear.
Shes a genius
And wants our crotch,
Drugs and booze.
Who are we to complain?
These are such perfect days.
Cool water melodies
With razor sharp tongues
From head to heel
This is really,
The color of life.
Tears of EternityLooking up into the darkest manifestation.Tears of Eternity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes blurred with tears.
Shed for the fallen.
I feel pain.
A burning ungodly pain.
And an utter sickness of humanity.
Parasitic and malevolent they are in nature.
They've hurt me.
Again and again.
No matter how many times I've forgiven.
It happens again.
It never stops.
And so the tears fall freely.
Through time and reality.
To heaven and hell.
Where they finally dissolve.
Only to be replaced by more.
So it never ends.
The hatred and agony.
It always affects me.
I have to witness it.
I am there when the blood is spilt.
And I'm the one who dies inside.
The tears won't stop.
Like a cascading waterfall.
They flow freely into the universe.
And for reasons I may never know.
Man will never stop.
Until it kills itself.
And there I shall be.
Sitting in the middle.
Watching it all play out.
And my tears shall run.
For the intolerance of man knows no bounds.
As well with their arrogance to difference.
They are weak.