DesireLike a shadowDesire10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
passing through my fingertips,
you are there.
An ache to feel
but finding only
Emily Dickinson,Serial KillerBecause you could not stop for DeathEmily Dickinson,Serial Killer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I made sure he stopped for thee
The carnage held within ourselves
I slowly drove the knife, grim taste
my victim put away
my killer's labor a pleasure too
stole his virility
I passed the fool whose children preyed
on him, wrestling for his ring
I slashed them, red haze of pain
I slashed, watched red blood run
I paused before a man who screamed
a wailing most profound
though it was scarcely audible
'neath his burial mound
Since put in penitentiary, I beseech
for mercy, as draws close the day
I realize I shall lose my head
with the executioner's glee
How can you resist? Revised version (WIP)It was a cool and breezy evening. The wind calmly blew on the way to Simon's house. I was anxious to see him. He had told me he had something important to confess, after that he didn't mention anything else. Either way, I had a synch this could be interesting. Arriving to his house and yielding at the front steps, I took a breath hoping for the best. At my own pace going up the stairs then reaching for the doorbell; the pitched chime lasted for about a minute or so but, no answer 'hmmm Do I press again?' Figuring it would be impolite to redundantly beg for him to answer but, my eagerness was getting to me 'He's probably busy or whatever!' I took a seat on the front step and to pass the time to admire the unique and blended pastel colors of the sunset; hoping at the same time he heard my arrival. A shiver of the cold got me like an arrow though, I comforted myself staying close to calm the goose bumps 'Simon should be here by now, and strange for him to be this way'. Stepping up tHow can you resist? Revised version (WIP)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DreamСънDream6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Понякога умората омайна
промъква се в очите ми кафяви
и скришом, тиха и потайна,
искриците им дави.
Понякога и мракът подранява
и спуска се, неканен, но желан,
Touch her lovingly, ruthlesslyIt scares me that I scares you.Touch her lovingly, ruthlessly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could say something poetic. I could say, don't worry
for the day you'll break my heart, my body
pulling itself inwards to stay warm, my chest
rehearsing concave hollows. You make it so hard
to be lonely that I have
to practice when you're not around, my fingers
tracing the indents of my joints, pushing into
their weakness. If you ever want
to dismantle a woman, start here.
If you ever want to dismantle a woman,
say she's your biggest fear. Let her fall in love with you. Then pull her apart,
gently. The hard part is done. Her pieces
are yours for the taking.
just like any other.the scary thing is, i woke up today and i finally saw me through your eyes. and it dawned on me: i can't pretend anymore. i can't hide under itchy wool that swallows my skin. i cannot cower into the greedy hollows of my mind or fade between the creases in my calloused palms.just like any other.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
because when i woke up, that's all i saw. i saw a girl collect her purple bruises, midnight shadows she carries beneath her foggy blue eyes. i saw her swing her toes, ankles, knees, thighs over the side of a swollen bed. the toes she wishes were less ordinary and more ballerina. the ankles that hold thin skin and thick regrets. the knees she does not trust and the thighs she will never befriend.
i watched her shrink into loved jeans and a worn sweater. she's cold now, but she'll only get colder. i followed her through the kitchen and past (passed) breakfast into the bathroom to the sink. she scrubs at the bruises, pries at the freckles but not once does she look herself in the eye through the hexagon mirror with it
Don't Do Flowers"I bought you a rose" he saidDon't Do Flowers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it was finished before it began.
I don't do flowers.
I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
as if to buy some dirt.
To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.
So we let something dying
and I can't stand
so I don't do flowers;
I'll do it myself.
Remember-A Zombie BlurbAll I remember is feeling the smooth feel of the gun he pushed against my hand. His eyes yelled out to me, screamed out. Just before he was taken over.Remember-A Zombie Blurb3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I saw his helpless face as his humanity left him and everything he ever knew disappeared into a blank slate. A slate that would never be filled, except for the yearning hunger he would feel for human flesh and bone.
He started to walk towards me, and I looked at the monstrous jaws. At the limping body. At the soulless eyes. And I remembered what he told me right before he turned.
"I love you."
I lifted my trembling arm and pointed. With just a gentle touch, the gun went off.
And the monster's skull shattered and just before the body hit the ground, I saw just a glimpse of the man that once was in the creature's eyes. It crashed onto the floor and blood ran out of its body. I stared at it for just a moment and said, "I loved you too."
All I remember is killing a monster, a member of the undead. And th
A letter to CakeDear Cake,A letter to Cake5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I miss you Cake. It was only a few days ago I saw you at your most delicious. I was tempted- but I held back-in fear you'd notice the ice cream I had earlier that day. It was a mistake, I should have taken you then, but now it's too late. I was happy today Cake. Thinking I'd come home and have you will a tall glass of Milk, you and Milk got along so well. You sat as you usually did, on the table, beaming with chocolaty deliciousness, but as I came closer I realized some thing was wrong.
Cake .. you'd come down with a terrible infection, and you were ultimately pronounced dead. Why didn't I notice sooner? Had it been there all along with out my notice? I cried. I had to call my mother and tell her I was taking you away-to where all infected cakes go. I somberly had to drink Milk with out you. Though Milk lifted my spirits it was never as great as it was with you. I should have finished you sooner Cake then none of this would have happened. I hope for your safe trip into
a Lonely Girla Lonely Girl11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell a tale for me:
a lonely girl
lay there in the sand
sitting there; no one was around
just lying there; as the tide came in
crying there; for people so unknown
staying there; hidden from the shore
waiting, there; though she knew not what for
as she lay there,
sitting by the dunes
a gull flew in; from the ocean vast
perched before her, sitting on the mast
of some ancient ship; washed upon the shore
proud'ly, there; regal ever more
then flew beyond; and dived into the waves
flying back; with the fish it craves
then flew, once more; far beyond the land
this, she saw; and with it she did stand
she walked toward; that wreck in the twilight
and curled up there; resting for the night
at dawn, she woke; and looked inside the wreck
she found a case; beaten on the deck
an ivory case; to hold a scroll or map
with silver clasps; and oiled to protect
it, then, she, went, and, walking past the dunes
she saw a town so close to there, so soon
she walked to it and so she found him there
StargazerHis steady breaths caress my neck, warm and tranquil as he sleeps peacefully next to me. Rhythmically, his heart beats beneath my ear, a sound that usually calms me, pulling me into a deep sleep, his bare chest acting as my pillow. But I stare at the ceiling, unblinkingly now as he sleeps on, utterly unaware. I don't want to admit it, but I can feel it sneaking up on me again. It's that nameless feeling that sneaks its way into my chest, wrapping its steely talons around my lungs until I have to struggle just to breath. I haven't felt it since I came here. The nightmares have been virtually nonexistent with his arms wrapped around me. But it's coming. Just like it always has. For as long as I can remember, this horrific sensation has gripped me. I used to try and explain to him over the phone what it feels like to bottle your emotions, to swallow the lump in your throat. He promised me it would go away. "In my arms, it'll be so much better. I'll keep you free from those monsStargazer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My WorldSometimes life is so beautiful that it hurtsMy World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Other times life can make you so angry that you curse it
But here, in this moment
Gazing into the darkness of the night
With the cool wind kissing my face
And listening to the rain gently fall to the ground
I can hardly hold back my tears
Because this world is what it is
A world of hope
A world of pain
A world of love
A world of hate
A world of ups
And a world of downs
But it's my world
It's my existence
And even though in this moment
My simple human life is tearing me into shreds,
My complex life as a being of this universe
Is always perfect and complete.
I really l-i-k-e youand by like i meanI really l-i-k-e you4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i think i could love you.
it's not that typical, gushy-movie type of romance. you know, when its reciprocated and everything. it actually feels like my hearts burning. and i'm pretty sure it's saying, "fuck you!"
the thing is, you're so far away. and you're not perfect. and yet, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen or heard and if i could run 834 miles just to see you i'd be there in a heartbeat. we could stay up all night and i could listen to you for hours and i'd do my best to kiss away all of your problems and self doubt.
its not even the fact that my feet are cold and i need you to warm them up. i can see us- side by side, growing old together. and i know i'd feel safe.
but hey, uoy htiw snootrac hctaw si od ot tnaw i lla
and until that time comes- i will be here. waiting. knowing that you exist.
lucifer's on speed diali told the devillucifer's on speed dial4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that hell wasn't big enough
for the both of you
Innocence DreamsSkyscrapers paint the sky in flames of a receding sun.Innocence Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Embers to ashes, as the phoenix rises and falls.
Stars blossom from the cinders,
reflections of the city lights,
a city that seems to never wake from their cold slumber.
Young lovers, big dreamers,
with backs to the Earth,
and kisses whispered to fireflies.
Dreams of the ocean,
a house that overlooks it all.
Morning love on the beach,
and bonfires under the setting moon.
Dreams of flying, dreams of horseback,
dreams of playful ghosts and baby boys.
Dreams of living,
where inspiration isn't crushed,
by the rubble of a crumbling town.
Imagination without restriction or the drone of logic.
They're both lost in a blinded crowd,
with angel wings that no one sees.
They've both got hearts that speak words capable of swaying the world.
The ones on the hill,
where nothing matters but each other,
and the murmur of the wind between the grass.
No one sees, no one hears,
as they get lost in their search for a better place.
A place where their w
of hits and misseswhere did you go?of hits and misses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're not mine these days,
but i still feel you
in the wind and can't stop from
crying my heart out violently
enough that it
in streamers of
i feel like thunder,
a noise machine -
just sound, and nothing you
can touch. the misery
hangs like a heavy mist;
instead of killing myself,
i clean my room
until the books sit in rows
as straight as the veins
in my hands.
you make me feel like the earth,
mudded and browned from the
ram-rod sun, ever-beaten
into black and blue submission.
i am your pariah. i am to be
shunted to the wayside
every day for three weeks,
broken on the fourth.
the words, they don't
come like they used to,
no ebb and flow in the mighty
(blood) vessel rivers,
all hung back by the stars in
the scarred dams.
i wonder idly with my back
turned up, exposed spine an offering
to fate in hopes of its
severing intentions, if -
if i gave you my bones,
if i sang so sweetly,
would you love me again?
InsanitySlowly falling apartInsanity4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside and out
Tearing at my heart
This terrible inward bout
My mind continually racing
Fingers always moving
Feel like pacing
Very slowly losing
The voices never cease
The pain never stops
Begging for release
So scared of the greatest loss
If my sanity slips away
Will you love me then?
Because one day it may
And this will all end
i'm stillforming infinities from teardrops, calculating mind blowing possibilities from your slurred out words, running fingers through coarse piles of carcasses piled centuries high, mountains filled with emotions, i am creating a whole new hemisphere, a whole new planet, fuck pangaea when i can create my own war stricken, poverty thriving, judgmental hell hole we call planet earth.i'm still5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
oh, if i could live in my headthe worst part about loving youoh, if i could live in my head4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is loving you
the only thing worse than that:
you loving me,
me waking up.
You know?That one event whichYou know?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is truly an event
One that you could never forget
A memory that you would form a fist to
Ensure it won't slip through your fingers
Even if you thought you might want to?
That one event you know?
That one morning when the smell of cut grass
Drifts in through the window
When you wake to tidal whispers
Telling you to 'shhhh' and listen and enjoy
The most perfect of mornings you know?
You know that feeling you get
On a hill watching the sun set
The radiant one pulling the warmth of the day with it
Down behind the city skyline?
The wind chills but only enough to let you feel a tingle in your spine
A rush that forms into the most tranquil at satisfied of smiles
You know them?
Just kiss me in the rainWhile I still believe in love.Just kiss me in the rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This