+K-I-S-S+My heart accelerates, pumping painfully within my chest+K-I-S-S+4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your soft, subtle touch sending sparks of sensual satisfaction across my skin
For the faintest of moments I feel weightless, I am floating far above the world
I revel in this euphoric high that has embodied my soul
Reason and logic are thrust out of my mind, replaced by passion and desire
Suddenly I am someone I never knew that I could be
The world and reality dissolve around us, we are frozen in time
Kindly and tenderly you hold my face in your warm hands
In seconds I am rendered helpless, I am unable to think straight
Sheer ecstasy fills me as our lips explore each other ravenously
Sweet and pleasurable this moment is, my first kiss
Poem That Cannot Be TitledImagine if you will, a world without this sinPoem That Cannot Be Titled9 years ago in Open More Like This
This hideous sin that hurts and wounds so thoroughly.
Imagine if you can, no one evermore screaming through a hateful hand in vain.
Imagine if you want, that nevermore will a selfish penetration consume an innocent soul
A blinding selfish act that plunges us into the frigid cold of confusion.
Imagine with all your might, we need keep no more secrets, and our shame need never be.
Imagine if you choose, none of us are victims, and none of us are predators.
Imagine if you wish, a world that never knew this evil.
Imagine if you can, that this demon never existed in the world.
Oh, glorious thought.
Imagine for a moment, that no one was ever so overwhelmed that they ended their torment
All for the blame of a selfish body.
Imagine for awhile, no chains to be broken and no chain to carry on.
No vicious circle to be an unwitting part of.
Imagine if you will, the countless children with their innocence intact.
Imagine tender youth never wondering why
blasphemy IIgolden even as nights grew paleblasphemy II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and long, the little light reminisced
glimpses of a tattered face;
it was with eyes that sought in
blindness that he reached for
a figure, and it was with intention
named for an angel he only knew
briefly that he became the little
brother named shealtiel, the one
and in bitter reconstruction, Heaven built its fabled trees from blood-soiled wreckage, planting wayward flowers and whispering of betrayals for there were those that had almost-but-not and fewer that had remained wholly loyal.
in a skin that blossomed with
novel sensation, shealtiel recalled
few moments of infancy: there was
sunset, there was warmth, there was
one called abdiel who spoke like he
pained; in the midst of violent hands,
against a backdrop of peril, he stood
like a terrible specter, and had shealtiel
ever known such a love? it burned like
needy bile, retching ugly thoughts of
never finding his memory in the heaps
of lesser brothers or finding abdiel les
Caity's World, Part 19Caitlyn didnt have much chance to look at Kim-nas wounds, because the same four guards whod tossed her into the room came back only a moment later, grabbed her, and hauled her out as Kim-na shouted after her. Steven just looked sad and defeated, and the door slid shut.Caity's World, Part 196 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There was a long hallway outside, and they carried Caitlyn down it, with one man holding each of her legs tightly. Had she really been a large horse, she might have been strong enough to squirm against them a little, but she was a centaur, pony-sized at best, and they we so strong that she couldnt move anything except her arms. At first, shed tried to punch them, but she learned her lesson: Punch equals taser equals pain. So she let them carry her, her arms folded and a grumpy look on her face, like a French queen being carried on a throne to her beheading.
The hallway was white, and reasonably lit, and as they passed various doors, she
The Glowing White Tree Gave Birth to the TwoThey met at the tree with the white leaves that glowed. He was up sitting in the branches and she was sitting on the ground. She'd come and curled up for a nap, her blonde hair curling softly in the grass. He was swinging his legs back and forth while staring up at the clouds through the glowing leaves. She had on a white dress with lace and a little bow was clipped in her hair. One could tell it had been placed there by a meticulous mother. He had on a dirty pair of overalls and a checkered shirt. One could tell that he'd put all of it on by himself.The Glowing White Tree Gave Birth to the Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He finally looked down, and with surprise, he called down, "Hey, what're you doing here? This is my tree!"
She looked up with her bright green eyes and she said softly, "I was napping."
"Napping? Girls can't nap here. This is the magic tree!"
"Boys can't sit in the magic tree. It hurts it."
He frowned. "It does?"
"Yep. It told me so."
"Then why hasn't it told me?"
"I don't know."
The little boy hopped down, and sat next to the girl. "The
Caity's World, Part 29An expectant breeze blew across the rooftop of the library, and the moon shone brightly, three-quarters full and waxing, beside a front of rolling clouds whose edges shimmered in the moonlight. The air felt like rain, and the leaves decorating the landscape began to dance and twirl as the wind picked up.Caity's World, Part 296 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
What do you see? asked Camberley.
Black on black, said Kim-na.
A ghostly finger hovered over her huge goggles, pressing buttons and adjusting dials. Suddenly the goggles made a little whirring noise, and a picture skittered and jumped into view, green-on-black, brilliantly detailed in the searing brightness of the moonlight.
Now what do you see?
I see the stadium, she said. Theres a trench or sumpin on its edge now, maybe six feet wide, four feet deep, n I think those things are people standin or sittin in it.
This can increase your magnification, he sa
Crystal Sea-Blue SkyLet yourself grow strong enoughCrystal Sea-Blue Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To rise renewed each day
Let no pain overwhelm you
Nor sadness sweep you away
But always keep a free heart
That retains the will to fly
Watching over the world
From a crystal sea-blue sky
If every mind lives in a dream
And nothing may be true
Then choose to dream a dream of love
And let it flow through you
And make a path to paradise
That needs no place or time
But always waits for you
Within a crystal sea-blue sky
Though your journey may be long
You never walk alone
Each flower blossoms just for you
Beside the winding road
And if you ever lose your way
And black storms dim your eyes
Call and I will answer
From the crystal sea-blue sky
The stars and sun turn overhead
Look up and understand
That all of life has come from them
And never leaves their hands
Every being is sacred
And all the world will shine
When we know the place we have
Beneath the crystal sea-blue sky
Summer StormThere is rain falling from the sky and poolingSummer Storm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the glow of the lamps in the park,
where we stood on an evening just like this
and wondered how we could feel so tiny
in the fierce wind, how fragile we were
from the harsh words that went between us.
We huddled like birds in a winter shelter,
to protect ourselves from the lightning
and from our own mistake in allowing
ourselves to be so thoroughly careless
with what we shared, and waited for the clouds
to drift away and leave us together intact.
Caity's World, Part 20Two years ago, they nicknamed it the Summer of Terror. Society was scared, panicked, certain that this was the end of the world. The drug M M, M-pops, M-sicles, the magic bus, Mos pills, ambrosia, god juice it had a hundred names, and it seemed to be everywhere. It had been created by accident about a year after the Change. High school chemistry teacher Stanley Owen Morris had been trying to make something that would give an average person a little more control over magic, and wound up making the new heroin, the new cocaine, the new ecstasy, a drug that not only made its user feel in control of the world, but made him actually in control. And at the same time that it empowered the body, it ruined the mind, randomly reconnecting neurons and pathways, leaving its victim in a psychedelic stupor,Caity's World, Part 206 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
fridayhappinessfriday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a thousand rings
wrapped around my body
tight like your arms
on my waist,
loose enough to breathe
the warm summer air.
i caught myself
staring at your hands,
watching their veins
form roads to your arms,
i didn't want you inside me.
i never wanted
a fragment of your heart
to tangle with mine,
a sliver of soul
to stain my own,
just a hand to hold
and lips to kiss
and share beautiful music
with the winds of
What Is BeautifulHe didn't understand what death was. He was only a child of five years, who had never before known someone who had passed. All he knew was that his mother was never going to be home again. That the woman who cared for him since he was born was going to be lowered into the earth and stay there forever.What Is Beautiful3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He didn't cry. Instead he sat still and upright at the funeral, like a man should, he thought, and drowned out all the sounds of sobs and spiritual words spoken by the pastor. The last thing he wanted was to hear other people's pain and religious words he couldn't even understand.
The boy received many hugs and kind words from family and friends of his mother. He stood beside his father and politely accepted each attempt at kindness and comfort. They did nothing to soothe him, but he acted like they did, just like his father.
At the end, when everyone had paid their respects to him and his father, the boy walked to his mother casket, which was left half open. He looked at her face.
Newtons Law You pull me in like suicideNewtons Law3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching your hand
Like a cold smoke down my throat
the half digested butterflies in my stomach
With a feeling like that
You get when you see someone
And your heart races and
at the same time
Like watching the special Olympics or
Over spilled milk because you know
How it feels to be ignored.
Tiger EyesTiger Eyes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She stalks the night.
Finders Keepers 3The ride to the park was mostly silent. Both Moira and Sebastian were lost in thought as she drove from Gerardo Hills, where most of the town's wealthier denizens lived, onto the main thoroughfare that would take them downtown.Finders Keepers 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Moira was recalling her near descent into madness. Up until about three weeks ago, she'd practically lived at the park. Every day she would visit. Hoping...praying...
She'd come early in the morning before work then go to the police station to see if there was any news. She'd return at lunch and sit, her food untouched, on or near the bench facing the grove of trees where Mandy had disappeared. Her heart would pound whenever she caught a glimpse of a little girl with dark hair and tawny colored skin and though intuitively, she knew that it would not be Mandy, the disappointment when she saw that it was not was so acute that she would sit, gasping and shaking, wondering when the pain would end.
She'd been obsessed, vigilant. Believing somehow that as long as she
He conquered.He came, He saw, He conquered.He conquered.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
We sinned, we witnessed, we are redeemed.
ColdPraying somebody'll find meCold3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this silent storm.
It's been a trembling time
Since I felt so warm.
True LoveI want you, to need me, to see me, to feel me,True Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hold my hand and steal away my heart,
I want you to hold onto this like it'll break if you don't,
To hold it together like you held me together so long ago.
My world revolves around you, m'dear,
My eyes are always searching for yours,
My hands want to hold yours, fingers longing,
For some sort of contact with your body.
I think of you all the time and I can't help it,
One minute, two minutes, three minutes, I'm missing you,
Like a love-sick puppy, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth,
To hell and back and then once more if you wanted, darling.
I want this feeling to last forever with you,
I want to make you happy, love, to be happy IN love,
You want me, I want you, this is something special,
So much more than friction between bodies, dear.
dysphoria7. my lungs are collapsing inwards and fragments of my ribs are embedding themselves inside my swollen flesh.dysphoria2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
6. there is my lopsided breathing and my crooked smile.
5. there are the blooms that cover my body- ashaming and unnerving.
4. anastasha is the very air i breathe, and in my coughing fits i contaminate her.
she is a woman whose body subtly moved me- my soul is buried somewhere within her trembling chest- my name is lying unspoken upon her tongue [her lips].
if i were to describe her in a word- it would be the gesture of her hands which so lovingly [unknowingly] caressed my collarbones.
3. she is ripping apart the rose petals that i have so carefully stitched upon the inside of my dilated pupils.
2. i am eating through her blood vessels and spreading toxins through her immune system. she is shuddering and i am braiding the silver tears that are clinging to her eyes.
1. it is becoming exceedingly difficult to breathe.
4:13 pmi find her bobby pins4:13 pm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lying innocently in his sink
and study them like it's
his feelings are encrypted
in them, if he dreams of her
more often than he doesn't.
he makes me homesick for
places i don't know and
carry myself like
this is my
i have traversed
through the streetlights
of your hospitality
as the static
lanes between my
we have been content
i swerve into your
wheel stop-sign body
and hope the collision
won't be the last
thing i ever dream.
resplendentyou sit beside me, it is morning; we areresplendent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dream-sunk and tangled in your sheets
honey warm, and slow-breathing, lips purple
in the bluish glow of dawn, barely cracked:
you sit beside me; it is morning
and the bluebells wake in fields we can’t see
from your backyard,
and the dawn lends its relucent glow to my skin--
and soon we are both scantily dressed in a coat of sun.
we croon in discussion about
your parents, about bad teenage poetry,
about the earth that bloomed
while we were not paying attention.
it is morning,
and you are limpid before my eyes.
you sit beside me; and there is
a comfortable silence ringing
in our ears, entertained simply
by each others' presence
and the spring grass splayed out beneath us
like a canvas waiting to be filled with watercolors
of our bodies- roiling the earth, and pale yellow
and crimson, and mauve hang on your lips
after you have spoken such jovial divinities
that a color can be placed to each syllable.
and i tell you, your words last long after
Friendship Turns into LoveFriendship Turns into Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cried a tear for you tonight...
So many problems in your life...
I wanna help you be all right
I'm glad you talked to me about this
I know I can't do anything about it
But that won't stop me from trying.
I wanna be there to help you.
Whenever you need me;
Allow me to save you from your miserable truth
I hope you know you can always talk to me.
Let me be the one to sooth you
Whenever you are in an angry mood
Because... to be perfectly honest..
(As perfect as you)- Tonight,
I believe I fell in love with you.