Acceptace of MemoriesThere are times when I wonder why I put so much effort into creating something.Acceptace of Memories5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creating is suppose to be self served, for my own pleasure of making, not to give away because I made it with you in mind. Too bad your always in my mind, and it feels like everything I create, if its laid down on paper or not, hell if it never does leave the paper, its all created for you. I know, we talked about this, and you said you'd never accept anything I'd try to give you. You don't say it to be cruel, even if in my heart it feels that way, but you say it with the intentions of wanting me to not be able to remember the things I made or bought for you, to remember you at all. A ghost in my memory only. If you had it your way, you'd wipe away even those tender memories of you from my mind. If I had a stronger heart, perhaps I'd let you do it, but I'm weak, at the very core of me, I am weak for you. No matter how hard and strong I may seem in front of you, under all of these layers, I really
That wasn't what I meant whenYoure obsolete.That wasn't what I meant when5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I dont say anything because how do you reply to that and werent you supposed to love me?
The water washes over me and the blue of the shampoo stings my eyes. The glass from the shower stall is foggy with heat. I can hear the rain outside falling uninterruptedly. I can hear your voice:
Life is like a series of film strips.
Am I in yours for long?
You say nothing, your eyes betray nothing.
Am I in yours at all?
You keep on saying nothing, I keep on hearing nothing.
The house is dark. Outside, the winds causing quite a commotion. Inside, there isnt even a breeze.
How many more days? I ask.
You look at me then, even if you can barely see me in the dark.
Youre like brushing your teeth. A habit, but youd feel disgusting if youd stop.
I dont say anything because all that pops to mind is what a terrible analo
I Am AwareI want to catch a snowflake on my tongue,I Am Aware2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
to feel the sun-soaked cloud-dew frosting my eyelashes.
I want a piano playing in the foreground,
no sound but hammers striking strings:
the deep chords of my heart clambering to be heard.
I don't want to breathe, or sing,
I just want to play that melody like its involuntary.
Back bent, fingers trembling, I'm trying to remember how to cradle A sharps;
Rust turning my palms bronze and dust twanging from half-step flat strings.
It doesn't matter anymore, that white-and-gold instrument is chipping away
to dark-mahogany static and the voice box buried beneath those organs has
eroded to frequencies.
I want the Wind tangling his frost-bite fingers into my hair,
the flurries whistling across the canals delved between my vertebrae:
tickling, whispering secrets from sea
Fishbowlborrowing,Fishbowl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we breathe like
navy stripes on rice paper
and life for us is only
canary sidewalks and
shorelines like the
soft soft curve of
your parted lips,
but a gentle storm
is still a storm, and
this we know well.
and what do you think we are made out of,
star-flesh and street dust,
molded slowly into
spidery eyelashes and glowing
and knuckles like crushed roses--
art is a human thing
even when you crumple
into the plush carpet
to lie for days
and days and
[do not forget the things i tell you,
liquid whispers on harsh nights--]
we pluck nerves like
tulips in a sensory garden,
only for play and
never for work--daylight
is an unwound tendon
wrapped tight around
wide wide dream eyes,
glassy and knowing
like the whole ocean in a fishbowl;
i tell you for the last time,
i love you.
penumbratoday, i believe in rhinos and penumbras.penumbra4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i saw this boy standing next to me who wasn't beautiful until he smiled. he had crooked molars and the incisors of a cheetah. he had the hands of a pianist and the heart of a lion and the feet of a green giant. i never did see his elbows, but i knew they were just like mine.
(we haven't met, but i'm your sister. we have the same eyes and our hearts beat at the same time and our fingernails grow at the same rate. at one point we might have felt the same way at the same time, like two fish swimming against the same current. do you know why fish never float to the top of the ocean? the pressure coming at them from all sides keeps them eternally submerged. i would like to call myself a fish and spend the rest of my life chasing worms at the ends of dangerous hooks and swallowing rocks and sinking like the Titanic, but the gods have deemed me human and who am I to defy them?)
human beings are the only animals who blush, laugh, love, have religion, k
Here We AreI’ll bury myself in your canker sores; your noon-day blistered, sun-baked lips.Here We Are1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve seen your wrists but never your palms, never laid in the dark with articles strewn about
with air flushing my lungs open on off-beats as you do rim-shots: a, an, the, of, to.
I’m inside your insoles.
I’d read through all your scrapbooks
to understand what you believe to be worthless and
probably agree, if it’s what you needed.
I can feel you like my smoke alarm:
a black wire, a red wire, and a white wire
kinked and protruding from the hole in
my living room wall.
Song Meme BLANKSTEPS:Song Meme BLANK3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Put your Ipod/MP3 Player on shuffle
2. For each song, pick a couple. YOU MAY ONLY USE EACH COUPLE ONCE!
3. Write a short drabble that fits the song AND the couple. You only have the length of the song.
4. Do this ten times. Make sure to put the song, artist, and couple at the top.
Dois IrmaosTu és vegetariano. Tu não és tarado. Tu usas calças justas. Logo, tu és Deus.Dois Irmaos3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ocorre também que, por acaso, Deus tem uma irmã. Pouco sabem os religiosos sobre essa irmã, mas é conhecido que se dão bem. Claro que há sempre arrufos entre irmãos como ela esquecer-se de lhe fritar um hambúrguer (de cogumelos) para o jantar ou ele por a música demasiado alto. Mas dão-se bem.
A casa onde vivem tem fotografias de infância. Deus e a irmã mais velha, a irmã mais velha, Deus Muitas molduras, fotografias de fotógrafo. Deus ia frequentemente ao fotógrafo, foi em tempos daqueles bebés que aparecem nus nas fotografias, tendo depois passado por uma fase de laçarotes ao pescoço. Já a irmã de Deus que também foi um bebé nu tem um ar bastante mais assustador, com vestidos de gola branca e sapatinhos de verniz. Em algumas fotografias já se nota o
EnfermoSe a fagulha da vida agonizaEnfermo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
o corpo latente que luta
nem mesmo a morte aterroriza,
e chama, e ninguém escuta.
Se a mente confusa acredita
A imagem escura e maldita
te leva consigo.
Mas a alma é mais forte e sincera
e não deixa que o trovão estremeça
o coração que a tanto espera
pelo amor que jamais o esqueça.
A chuva sem trégua lá fora
ensurdece o ouvido já tampado
e entristece a noite e piora
a dor das lembranças de um tempo passado.
Se os olhos chorosos se esquecem
de manterem-se atentos
aquele senhora os entorpece
levando-os aos seus funestos intentos.
E se a narina na marra curada
se deixa sentir esta brisa
lá está ela preparada
pega teu sangue, ferve e frisa
e depois "embotilha"
numa bela garrafa, sem dó
e na noite em que a lua brilha
unânime, bebe tudo num gole só!
Nesta hora somente o Cosmos é capaz
de socorrer a energia perdida
que sob o corpo enfermo traz
Indigo Dance of TimeIndigo Dance of Time2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A rhythm of life and death,
a dance without sound.
Soul aware of the
universe of Indigo
where time dream away.
Ticking clock of fate,
a measure of mystery.
And Time is asleep.
the carnival of ash.If in time of flowers there should come a waltzing hour whenthe carnival of ash.8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
a watercolor caravan breaks through a grove of charcoal trees and from the boughs you see some tiny wizened fingers flash the secret skies a sign at morning,
then take care to bend the sunbeams, shush the bed springs, dust me from the dirty corner, sweep my bones, cajole my feet, for the king has called off melancholy.
It's a carnival of ash.
If in time of needles you are dancing with black beetles and you hear a velvet beating from the heart within the ground
get away from torpid thinking pay no mind to time or cost
move your mouth to sound the call
this is the carnival of ash.
Hear the wicked little nettles pine for places in processions. Here the mandarin orange doctors scrape lapels and scrub their noses. They sell potions disproportioned with a disease for every cure, and little more, their pockets lined with plastic, for that bit you buy but never see, so equable and agreeable they are. Here too mu
Depressing StormWalking in the pouring rain,Depressing Storm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching water run towards the drains,
On my bed I lie,
Here, I will cry,
My heart getting hit by a train.
Please Understand.. This is meThis is mePlease Understand.. This is me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mom cant you see?
I havent changed..
Im still your little girl
Please look at me
Cant you udnerstand
Who I like
Who I love
it doesnt change me
This is my choice
This is me
Mommy Look in my eyes
You cant tell me..
You dont love me anymore
Have I really changed?
Whether I like her
Or I like him
Daddy.. Im still me
I love her
I like him
Whats the difference?
Its still love
This is me
Tivt'catoCurioso, eu olhei pra vasta profundezaTivt'cato2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dos olhos de universos amplos, paralelos,
E neles eu perdi-me de certeza:
E eis que um mago de túnica larga, barbudo,
No outro lado daqueles sidéreos salões
Falava por silêncio triste e mudo,
Falava com seus ermos e parados gestos,
Uma perfeita estátua de sabedoria
Que eu sentia
Ser de primevo mundo meros restos...
E uma multidão pífia em volta dele estava,
De aleatórios rostos, rostos que me esqueço
De recordar-me de algo que voava:
Passando entre as cabeças de dragões de pedra,
Um dragão branco com asas abertas
Ventou sobre a minha cabeça...
Não sei d'onde viera quimera tão fera,
Mas, ao partir pras estrelas desertas,
Com asas geladas abertas,
Deixou-me na Terra... Que nela eu pere
A Perfect JuxtapositionI thoroughly hate loving you.A Perfect Juxtaposition5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your heart is a perfectly-carved stone;
Set deep into your chest, soft as granite.
I grip you gently with angels claws;
Icy breath scorching your warm, shivering skin.
Your hard topaz eyes shimmer liquidly;
Evaporating my soul with their numbing heat.
Together we fall upwards, drowning in the very air that whistles past our entwined, separate bodies.
Your moist lips deliver a dry kiss upon mine;
I can live neither with nor without you, my sweet oxymoron.
You and I;
A perfect juxtaposition.
Cocoon- The PoemHide in the darkCocoon- The Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Embraced by your own
Don´t ever let them
Short Love StoryA soft breeze sighed through the palm tree branches softly.Short Love Story6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Whispering a song of nature and love. The salty scent of
ocean water blowing around the young boy and girl as they
lay on the beach. The sounds of the waves, gently rushing
ashore, never to disturb the couple. The sun set behind
the horizon, illuminating their silhouettes.
The boy slowly slipped his fingers through the girls; his
fingers brushing her thumb pads. The girl tilted her head
just enough to lean against the boy. He complied by pulling
her small form protectively against him. The seagulls
cawing nearby, the only sound audible for miles.
The girl sighed against the boys warm muscular chest.
Her emerald eyes met the boys hazel pair. The boy had a
sensitive smile on his light pink lips, that reminded
the girl on a blooming rose. His black hair swayed to and
fro in the wind. The setting sun made his tan skin glow.
The boy rubbed the girls mocha coco hair against her heart
shaped face. Looking the girl lovingly in those e
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.Be a Man3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
A Holy Palmer's KissBy the moonlight, by the sea,A Holy Palmer's Kiss6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard you call out to me
Like a distant jungle beat
Getting louder as we meet.
But reaching the crescendo
Proved to be so bittersweet
Since our fickle Fates maestro
Chose, quite suddenly, defeat.
A passing glance, a lingering look
Thats all we had but thats all it took.
With a palmers kiss, we parted.
Ending what we both barely started.
Im not a delusional wrecker
Nor do I have any plans to be.
And I wont ask you for forever
Coz I dont believe in Destiny.
But I believe in you.
And I believe in me.
And I believe in us...
And all that we could be.
So Ill carry your image deep in my head
Until its folded
I thoughtI thought,I thought6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought I knew.
I thought I wanted.
and it didn't help.
and it could have helped.
and then made a decision.
I needed to stop thinking.
ImprintFrom where I sit at my windowImprint6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can draw a line
as the crow flies
to the place youd roughly be.
I often wonder how you are,
for you are still ingrained so deeply
on my consciousness
though your visage has long faded
from my minds eye.
I look for you in crowds.
Sometimes its as though youre near
But perhaps it is no more
than my mind
trying to make up for your absence.
You could never be dead to me
Nor are you full of bull;
You are truth
like a light in the dark.
You saw something
that I still cant see;
I need to see myself
through your eyes
Reasons to Live1) loveReasons to Live4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
2) the future is so much brighter
4) seeing others smile
5) to fulfill my dreams
6) to watch the sunset over the ocean
7) not only to love, but to feel loved
8) to dream
9) to achieve dreams
10) to learn something from the hardships, and make tomorrow better due to it
11) to have your toes in the mud on a warm summer day
12) to laugh
13) to experience new things, may it be travels, may it be dancing under the moon.
14) to feel the sun
15) to take the time to sit and watch ants
16) to lie in the grass
17) to hear the crash of waves
18) to hug and be hugged
19) to make a child smile
20) to eat a piece of chocolate
21) to hear a moving piece of music
22) to meet a kindred spirit
23) to show others that life can change and get better
24) to write love on your arms
25) baby siblings. they'll need you and look up to you
26) God (with love, honor, hope, and appreciation)
28) my family, Friends old and new
29) laughter (even with just myself)
30) music listening, co