The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 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.
* * *
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
Crusaders for ChristWe need to stand togetherCrusaders for Christ10 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
LogosWhat are words, but that which gives ephemeral formLogos9 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
Another Sad Song - Part One******************Another Sad Song - Part One10 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
R0M30 4ND JUL137R0M30 4ND JUL13710 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
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal11 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
Sunsets - lilblondy06412Have you ever stopped to look at a sunset?Sunsets - lilblondy0641210 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
The Tenderness of Your TouchThe love that surrounds your every breathThe Tenderness of Your Touch12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is taken up by me
I absorb and hold onto the gentle touch
that I can feel and see
The soft, delicate feel of your skin against my skin
I desire to grasp this if only once upon a time
And the way you have made me feel inside
will last through your , my lifetime.
I long to feel your lips against mine
your kiss is forever here
And i know in my heart of hearts that
it will always be near.
Holding you there are no words to describe
how faithful this love will be
And in this world of changing days
my love for you is the everlasting sea.
The tenderness of your touch I will never forget
you mystify and surround
When i keep you in my thoughts i know
things will not steer down
So i sit and write this just for you tonight
your presence still in my heart and soul
One day i will hold you again in my arms
And i swear to give you my all.
for the drunksthere's a sensefor the drunks7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a check book,
in self pity
on the stairs
of a church,
was Don Li,
he wore the
and cowboy hat
for about a year
just as bad
if that was
i won't quit there's not much to taste when years of nicotinei won't quit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sit heavy on your tongue, stale like week-old bread
and vintage cheese, but you won't quit.
no, you won't quit.
because once upon a time all you tried to live for was
your next cigarette, and every cigarette you lived
for was a battle won.
no, you won't quit.
because once upon a time you swore
you could taste her still with each inhale and every
cigarette broke your heart, but filled it too.
no, you won't quit,
you won't quit.
I am...I am a mortal...I am...10 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
the plasticized quantum theorythe plasticized quantum theory9 years ago in Open More Like This
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony
crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche
papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
tranquil, the deception
the film frame fades
captured in the mercury
SeedSeed9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the savoured crop, hoarded, ensiled
of two years, n'er to harvest grew,
not for lack of effort, having sowed, having ploughed
the fault was anyone's but his.
blame the weather, her myriad fickleties chanced
to dry out any hope that green may yet show,
or some legged creeper, in the meadow,
whose attention was this plant's undoing.
blame the soil it fell in, jejune, bereft
of the sweet gifts that would give green birth
or the winged creatures, abroad, who'd take their share
and leave but a feather in return.
yet blame not him, whose wearisome toils
were undertook before he even knew bud's feel,
who was willing to plant seeds and wait
leave all that he knew underground, out of sight.
this crop, my love, for you, my love,
two years ran deep in the furrow
only when you saw the first shoots this summer
did you tell me: you won't eat GM.
BipolarI.Bipolar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dove into a mirror;
A crow into a tree.
There is a word missing.
For I have SinnedFor I have Sinned10 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.
See Spot.See Spot.See Spot.9 years ago in Other More Like This
See Spot run.
See Spot run run run run run.
See Spot Spot.
See run run.
See Spot run Spot
Processes of PurityWhen Jeremy and IProcesses of Purity10 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.
Angsty Modern PoemSpaghetti train tracks, melting my gazebo motherAngsty Modern Poem11 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