Falling Down ToxinFalling Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've fallen into metastasis.
DepartureGood morning!Departure3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't worry I let myself in.
You know you have an important flight, it leaves soon.
Seems you didn't pack, that's not uncommon.
We really never expect luggage anyhow.
We don't have much time, get dressed, skip breakfast, and get in the cab.
It's highly confidential, so I recommend you take it seriously.
And if you refuse to come I'll call reinforcements.
And you don't want that, it may get violent.
You'll call the Police? We control the Police.
Look I'm being nice, so if you will just come with me to the cab.
You know the drive isn't always this smooth or fast.
Sometimes we encounter traffic, an atrocious amount of red lights, or even cows.
Seems we've arrived, I'll walk you to your terminal.
In Terms of TimeSadly, I used to think the same.In Terms of Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In terms of time.
Until I realized that time isn't human.
It exists outside of us.
Merely a measurement to quantify the passing of the sun.
Like an inch,
Which means nothing to anything.
It's an illusion.
How much time should I use?
A fucking kiloton?
If I could move at the speed of light,
Would you justify my rapidity?
Let me off easy?
But didn't you listen to Einstein, darling?
It's all relative.
I used to think like you.
And then I fit 60 years into 1 year, 6 months and 10 days.
Ask me about time,
And I'll prove to you
That it moves just as fast,
Just as slow as you want it to.
ExtinguishedI have met some girls, a fewExtinguished3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in particular, in my
past who have had what you
would consider to be
Like, a blonde who kept me warm
and always smoked but
hardly ate. I guess
her stomach was always
filled to burst with smoke,
so there was no place for
food or much else.
She was always so
so easy to talk to
that it was hard
not to like her.
It was like staring
into a fire.
When she and I both died
for someone else, it
was okay and I left
without any tears (they had
burned up). But I
didn't have to search long;
I trip and spark like any other
This one stood on glowing
coals, pushing little
red rocks with her toes and
would ask me if it still burned
when people watched. I would say:
yes, of course, fire never changes.
Most nights we only
saw the coals and neither
of us liked
it that way.
I would've singed my
mouth on her hot
coffee lips, if she ever
gave me the chance
But she didn't; too busy
hiding her face.
CosmicI fell hard for him when we talked about the universe and I realized how amazing it was to find myself tucked under the crook of his neck. Because here I am, spending all this time at his house while college classes churn their way along without me, friends live their lives without me, and for all I know what we have is the galaxy.Cosmic3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Matter stops spinning. We're on this little spot of a planet in his bed underneath light made by stars that have died thousands of years before us in horrible, catastrophic ways. Yet the only things that exist are him and his offer to me to keep shoes at his place (an offer that may lead to new shampoo bottles by the shower and panties and spring dresses in once empty drawers).
On Jupiter's moon Io, sulfur dioxide freezes and volcanoes erupt as gravity abuses Io's mass and geological destruction creates unimaginable beauty. There are nebulas larger than our solar system, formations in the sky that render us breathless--
But, did you know? His eyes are bright
Message From The Back Of Your HeadHandsMessage From The Back Of Your Head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are silly, wasteful things.
They don't do their job
they are to blame
for beauty lost.
-And "Paradise Lost",
but that's one book
out of many.
Drought-Thunder-Drought3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are no stars tonight. The sky is
alone and my skin waits
patiently for the rain.
Our roses withered and died that summer.
You blamed God, but He did not let
dust gather on the only tin watering can
The day you left me in a flower shop,
I decided to put what was left of my faith in an old
man spouting clichés to his granddaughter.
"If you don't like the weather here, wait a couple of minutes."
Half a year and I am still praying for a storm
to cool me down.
Lost AngelsLost Angels8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
How in your world so full of nightmares do you sleep so peacefully? Are we the only ones who cry tears that you have run dry? How do you keep on struggling on those end less days when we don't care? How have we forgotten your contagious laughter...
How do you fly with such fragile wings? How do you warm our hearts with your weak smiles? How do you touch the stars with you innocent strides? And soar to the heavens with your beauty?
Truly you are the ones that will inherit this fertile earth. Make of it, more than we have. Change it for the better.
Sharp ScissorsIn my dream universeSharp Scissors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where sometimes there are nightmares,
we do talk.
You sound just as sultry as ever,
and you still speak by tilting
your head and hiding
I'm still never honest,
because being honest was only a requirement
if we were alone,
and even in dreams
we could never be alone.
That's why the tethers are so strong,
why we cannot walk away even when we're running.
It was never about you and me,
fucking or fighting or,
loving each other.
It was never, more specifically,
about me or you.
It was always about
every other opinion
out there that could
get in our way and
how you let them
slide between us like
oil through cracks
in a sidewalk.
I don't miss you, I find,
I didn't know you.
We do talk in my dreams
but then you're telling
me stories of your
superstitions and fears,
childish things I held
onto when you turned
into a monster.
I've decided, then,
to stop running.
I'll drop by the store on my way
I'll buy a pair of sharp
flummoxthe aftertaste of your apologies reminds meflummox3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of hospital bureaucracy, filling
with broken fingers.
asymmetric doubt lingering
in waiting rooms,
as nurses walk by, tiptoeing between
the lines of life and death.
.I want to make you moan,.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And groan, and gasp, and hiss.
I want to give you a turbid kiss,
And show you absolute bliss.
I want to touch your limbs,
And feel your veins against mine.
I want to envelope you like a vine,
And sew your skin into mine.
I want to share some opium,
And crack your bones with lust.
I want to cease your soul in thrust,
And feel your body tremble and bust.
The Storm Awakening (Re-Write)As chaos was my skin andThe Storm Awakening (Re-Write)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning was your touch,
my body shifted like the sands
of a desert at midnight;
with sirens far in the
distance. Dunes become linen sheets and
the sun is held in a bulb of glass:
wake up, wake up.
Some thief in this barren night
has stolen my lightning,
I thought I could keep you
safe inside that jar, like when
we were children. But no,
some other solitary pair
of hands and heart are watching
you flicker and flit and dance:
wake up, wake up.
My lovely firefly,
what stories or warnings are you
trying to convey in your
glowing ballet? Come back home,
the night is young but we are not:
the storms will come and
wash you away.
Devil's Own: This Is Not ...Devil's Own: This Is Not ...5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Devil's Own: This Is Not America
"Sometimes there's no place and no destination, nothing to believe in, and there's nobody you can trust. I'm not sure if this place called Niagara Falls is really located in America. This morning it felt like a beautiful and strange place somewhere over the rainbow."
Ich weiß noch, wie du uns aufgeweckt hast und wir rausgeschaut haben und kaum glauben konnten, wie es aussah: Wie ein Märchenland, wie ein anderer Planet. Niagara Falls, U.S.A. war so nahe und so weit weg, und die Hotels waren auf einmal wie Burgen aus einer lange vergangenen Zeit. Wie hast du es noch gesagt? Ich weiß es nicht mehr genau, denn deine Worte waren schön und meine kommen nicht heran, ich kann es nur inhaltlich wiedergeben: Ja, es ist wirklich so, als ob der Planet morgens tief einatmet, bevor er ganz langsam ausatmet, bis die Sonne wieder hinter dem Horizont untergeht, und alles Leben ist wie Tanzen, und wir alle tanzen, solange wir
100 Themes Challenge Have a tasteHave a taste100 Themes Challenge Have a taste3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just one little bite
I promise it won't hurt
Ignore the razors
Ignore the poison
And eat your own damn words
Here is your heart on a silver platter
Come on dear
Have just a taste
Camera ShudderSo manyCamera Shudder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rely on blinking
Lake of DreamsWe could buy a boatLake of Dreams4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Live on the water
Selling barbeque and hamburgers
Showing Texas how to cook
As if the barbeque state
We could swim the coves
Bathing in moon light
On the open water
We could lose ourselves
Amongst the cliffs
Until the world
Was all but forgotten
We could find our own
Little piece of heaven
On this lake of dreams
With no past
To weigh us down
Let the waters
Wash these hands clean
Until the names
No longer matter
And we gracefully drift away
Acid Girl 02Brave new worldAcid Girl 023 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Porn shops on every corner
Was it the ghost of Starbucks?
"Take me home with you,
you'll want to do this again."
Always trust your karma with a stranger
Store front windows
Christmas lights in July
Seven fire trucks run over the same dead bird
A dressing room landslide
I'm buried under everything she can't keep on
There are eyes burning through the door Moan
Glass is cold against her arms
Too many people know about me
Acid rain mixed with destiny
Know the limits of your sanity
She thinks I would feel normal in the aquarium
Rehab costs drug money
Culture means nothing to the breeze
Sharp people crowd the back of a bus
Always kill the unicorn
Refrigerate my feelings
Microwave them later
We're all doing something we regret
The café where the pastor's daughter works
My espresso steams with empty lies
Slip her my number- I'm just that kind of guy
I hear her dreams loud and clear
Paper wings and story book goodbyes
But, I've been tasting shapes for two hours
Cinema SparksImagine a man and woman,Cinema Sparks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or woman and woman,
it really doesn't matter;
huddled together beneath
an umbrella as if it
were a tree with long branches
to stop the rain and
block out the sun,
or simply provide a sense
of security if the weather
were to suddenly change,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason,
they are together-
but what's interesting is
they obviously do not even
know each other.
They both clutch the umbrella
but their hands are
careful not to clutch
because in some cultures
it's not polite to
but in this case,
it really doesn't matter.
For whatever reason
they are together
beneath the umbrella-tree;
they are close
whether it is some
common courtesy during a
sparks are flying from damaged
cinema lights above
as they clutch anything-
but each other.
titles are for complete thoughtsif i could describe how i feel,titles are for complete thoughts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'd throw around words like
apathy and uncertainty
(if i could).
we spend nights together
(as if we fear the sun will melt
the waxed bonds of togetherness).
let's stay young forever, you said
(though as your knuckles cracked,
i could hear the innocence leaving you behind).
i told you i'll be there until the sidewalk ends
(but from then on you'll be on your own,
for i'm far too afraid of the forest).
vintage vinyls reflect age-old sentiments
emerging in our teenage lust
(i'd like to think these are understandable,
but i've not yet had them deciphered).
decisions are always better made in hindsight
(i think i'll wait).
my cognition is sporadic at best;
i think in two's and four's,
and you've always been prime
(i'm not worried,
i just don't know).
paralysisshe created an ocean twice over,paralysis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it was not enough
to drown the infrastructure
of her bones, concrete and
sulfur; the dissolution of soil:
it was an abyss:
skin dissipating in blue,
the surf discharging
from corridors unexplored -
vacant rooms. she turned
corners and drowned.
arms once interwoven lose
embrace and submerge,
unnoticed by the quarrels
of musty walls.
no one fishes them
out of the sea
Shaken, not stirredSometimes, when my heart feels like it crumblesShaken, not stirred2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like to imagine I could take the pieces
Put them in a jar of water
and shake them up like lemonade
not because I want to feed you something bitter
but because I want you to know how love tastes
when it overpowers the vessel that contains it
haiku on passing awayillnesshaiku on passing away3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you were whiter
- peace now, love
the nectarines are still hard
they will be sweet
- you should have waited
Put Me in the CornerI want something new,Put Me in the Corner3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
growing slowly up between my fingers,
So I could tear it out
And hold something
No one else had ever touched.
I could wait, you know,
Until the Himalayas themselves
Wore down to mole hills,
And I'm afraid that nothing
-Not one single thing-
Will ever come close
To the glory of what I once knew.
I've become blind
To every color the world holds
Because I named
Every drop of blood in my heart
After a flash in the pan.
This is grey
And you're vanilla.
I want love
To stop feeling like machinations,
Want it to stop feeling
Like walking the plank.
I want it to feel like
A tree is growing inside my veins,
Shoots rushing from my fingertips,
Buds and blooms bursting from my eyes
And mouth like song.
I wish my heart would thaw
Just enough to feel something.