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LeavesOrange and yellow leavesLeaves3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pile up slowly...
Ready for the Jump
THE WOMAN BY THE SEAAs the day grows old with clouds of pinkTHE WOMAN BY THE SEA4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there’s a woman standing by the sea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
She is looking down without a blink
to contemplate what may not be
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.
Her desires never seem to sink
as she’s whispering a silent plea
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
It is by the sea she likes to think
for it is here her soul roams free
as the day grows old with clouds of pink.
The sand beneath her feet like mink
her dreams are one big mystery
with a fading sun that seems to wink.
A cool ocean mist her skin will drink
this eloquent woman by the sea.
As the day grows o
My PerceptionDISCLAIMER: This is a biased opinion piece. Everything said is subjective. No facts here, but my emotions are justified.My Perception1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Written: March 30, 2012. Location: Memorial Hospital Psychiatric Wing.
"Homosexuality is a subculture that heterosexuals have the privilege not to know. Me on the otherhand have to know everything and anything to keep up a protective front that instills a place in heterosexual society. In the end this society isn't built for my kind... or at least that's what heterosexuals want me to believe. Gay rights are being won, but our small victories are nothing on a larger spectrum.
On a personal level in order for me to stay sa
feed meI want to inhalefeed me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
your energy
mouth to mouth
it
heals
my sorrows as i
breathe
it
out.
let me drink
your gaze
swallow
it
whole
your strength
fills up
my
empty
soul.
CircusCircus1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Circus
Come one, come all…
There's the curtain call…
Step inside; take a seat…
Before the circus is complete…
There are freaks contained in countless cages…
Always spiraling through series of turmoil, anger, and rages…
Lurking on the outskirts of some city called "sanity"…
But still within reach of mortals and their vanity…
Persuasive puppeteers pull apart society's strings and seams…
Dissecting the very fabric of His divine scheme…
Puppets and pawns congregate in the blink of an eye…
Waiting for the order: to march, kill, conquer, and forever comply…
The tightrope: dece
Ghosts*FantasmasGhosts*Fantasmas1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Me quedé atrapada en un armario
que guardó travesuras que se untan los amantes,
entre las páginas de una libreta juguetona
con frases de Woody Allen:
"El sexo es sucio sólo si se hace bien"
Allá me quedé
ya no me encuentro en los espejos.
Mi alma vaga por aquel departamento
donde hubo un reloj en forma de girasol
y una escenografía con nubes
que cambiaba de color.
Los nuevos inquilinos no tienen idea
de donde provienen los murmullos
de cómplices en el amor,
cuando me hacías morder una almohada:
las paredes son demasiado delgadas.
En el instante de una despedida,
en el trajín
I am DyingI want to burn.I am Dying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To light up and blaze across these narrow streets and four unyielding walls
Stone melts, wood incinerates, metal screams as my endless fire consumes them all
Would it be enough?
Perhaps I would consume the plants and flowers, the birds and beasts of land and sky,
And still my hunger would not be sated
I will crisp the land and boil the oceans and set the sky ablaze with my wrath
I am anger, I am destruction, I want everything and I want it all gone
The sun the moon the stars and all the black between
Dead, dying, destroyed into nothing, gone forever.
And then I breathe
Life fills my lungs, and cools my throat, I am
LeaveHere I sit upon my bed,Leave4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where you used to lay your head,
And even with all that you had said,
I'd thought you'd never leave.
I sit here bare,
Far all to share,
And you don't care,
I'd thought you'd never leave.
I yelled at you,
You yelled back too,
It's nothing new,
But I thought you'd never leave.
I cry inside
from too much pride,
why had I lied,
I thought you'd never leave.
I want to cry and to grieve,
I didn't want to decieve,
You were cute and so naive,
But I knew you had to leave...
The boy belowThe boy below9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It starts with a whisper
A suggestion that
Mutation, rotation upon
It's self to just become
Something that is wasn't before
He stands with his hands
Clutched together in front of
Him, waiting for the judge
To say something, to finish
His assessment.
Sweat breaks out on
The boys forehead,
He's not sure is this is what to do
'Is it right?' the questions come
Like a might inquisitive waterfall,
Wanting to destroy all reason and ration
For the instictive feelings that he is
Feeling , wondering if he will better
Than the jusge who is now walking
Toward him
They kiss and the inquisitive waterfall trickles
Down to a stream
The Thoughts of Nari Ovus: INari sat facing the security monitor, watching the members of the Clan run around the Coven, going about their daily lives. His fingers flicked over the keypads as the monitors shifted back and forth, zooming in to focus on a specific person from time to time or zooming out to show a larger gathering, never settling for too long on any particular area as he continued to maintain the security of the Clan and Coven, just as he swore to do all those years ago.The Thoughts of Nari Ovus: I2 years ago in Settings More Like This
His attention was instantly fixated onto the Clan Mother as she exited the Hall of Shadows. Four security cameras swiveled for focus on her. Nari zoomed in on her right eye to study the d
The Thoughts of Nari Ovus: IINari held Desi in his arms as she slept with a slight smile on her lips. He brushed her hair out of her mouth and kissed the back of her neck. He could not sleep; he felt their bond pulse with each of her breathes. The Bond had been silent for the most part while she was away from the Coven. It was still there but only a fraction of what it was while they were touching. He could have reached out and communicated with her at any time if he had wished, and there were definitely times that he needed her guidance. However doing so would have distracted him from his duties, his Oath.The Thoughts of Nari Ovus: II2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Only you truly know what I have sacrificed to build a life here
Nari's Cave:::Inside Nari's Cave:::Nari's Cave2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Pale blue-green eyes glazed over as the embers of the fire glowed a dull red. Nari ate the last of the food he had gathered as he prepared his body and mind for a journey that might very well kill him, and in so doing also kill his wife, Desi. Two of the five Elements were his to command. Now it was time to learn to command the very earth itself, Har'dro.
Nari summoned his cave into his mind. Each detail, down to the trickle of water from the walls, was impeccable. Having spent many nights in this cave he knew every nook and cranny like the back of his hand. The smells of the mold on the ceiling were slightly off so
Playboy - Lit and TitsPlayboy - Lit and Tits9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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When I was in middle school, my brother got busted with possession of pornography in our home. I found out it was something called Playboy, and I asked my mom "What's so bad about it?" to which she replied: "It's a dirty magazine, Haley. Not appropriate for young ladies and boys your brother's age," (he was in high school by then). Years later, when I was in high school and discovered my own college boyfriend had a stash, I had to discover what all the huff and smut was about: and I found it purely fascinating. I'm now 21 years old, and I read Playboy for the articles.
Debuting in 1953, with the then-unknown Marilyn Mo
UntitledYou were a wish in my little-girl heart,Untitled1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
a longed for dream in the constant corners of fairy-tale idyls.
Until that day I stood on that hill and saw you run against a silver sky
right into my arms, I held on tight.
We raced the wind, we chased that silver sky
I held on tight, and let you run the light down the dreams of that little-girl heart.
You knew my secrets, held deep in my heart, whispered in the dark, buried within your wind-tossed mane. I held on tight.
We walked the years under that silver sky, we saw happiness and joy and always knew we were there, bonds not broken. I held on tight.
Then that cold night, it came to soon. Yo
THE THOUGHT OF YOUTHE THOUGHT OF YOUTHE THOUGHT OF YOU1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With thoughts of you
so clear in my mind,
my heart beats a little faster,
my pulse drums against my skin
so thin now,
so sensitive to every touch
every vibration,
each movement of my body brings memories,
of a touch here,
a kiss there,
the flick of a tongue,
your love in a whisper.
A tear
catches in my throat
as I curl inward,
holding onto those memories
lest they fade,
and fall away
into the night.
By Joy
January 2012
© 2012 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist's work will be given.
WITHOUT YOUWITHOUT YOUWITHOUT YOU1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart aches for you.
In times such as these I want you near,
I want you here in my bed,
to hold
and to touch and be touched in return,
but this is not my fate,
this is not my time,
and I am sorry
that many years have gone by
and now I must face life alone,
I alone must live my life to the fullest,
but it gives me no pleasure,
it gives me no joy
without you.
By Joy
Jan 2012
© 2012 J McCann. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use prohibited. No permission to manipulate/reference this artist's work will be given.
THE WONDER OF YOUTHE WONDER OF YOUTHE WONDER OF YOU1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If only……
my mouth did not yearn for the soft touch of yours,
my arms did not long to encompass your waist,
my heart did not ache with you out of my sight,
my lips did not hunger to savour the taste,
of your skin, and your neck, and your eyelids closed tight,
of your wrists where the pulse beats and flutters inside,
of your ribs where your heart beats a hundred to one,
and the tips of your fingers, the base of your thumb,
of your earlobes so plump and so tender to touch,
that mole on your left breast that I love so much,
and the curls in your hair try escaping from pins,
where they tumble and frolic, a
The Voyage, Part 1The Voyage, Part 14 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
On an ocean cruiser, in the middle of the ocean, between New York and Egypt, in the period between the two World Wars
Scene one - In the bar
Major Dundee: "My wife is in poor shape, Sir Trevor, she will spend the night in her cabin, but bless the poor soul, she recommended me to make a little walk on deck."
Sir Trevor: "Well Major, can I buy you a whisky in the bar then before dinner? Oh, dear, I just see Lady Marjorie entering the bar." *Sir Trevor winks at the Major*
*Both men walk briskly to the bar where they are hailed by Lady Marjorie*
Lady Marjorie: * rather breathless* "Good evening gentlemen, I am so glad to see you because th
Bill 132Bill 1329 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Dear Michael Bryant,
I've got an idea. Instead of outlawing 'pitbulls' in Ontario, why not enact a law banning ignorance? Granted, you'd have to move but here in Alberta we accept all kinds of questionable intelligence in our leaders.
You called pitbulls as a breed 'inherently dangerous'. Mr Bryant, any dog can be inherently dangerous if it is not brought up or treated properly. I interact with dogs everyday at my job and have so far been bitten by two Shih Tzus and a German Sheperd puppy who was a little too eager to receive his goodie from my fingers. Staffordshire Terriers and American Staffordshires were bred by people to fight oth
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