Why So Serious?They smiled in the dark,Why So Serious?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I heard the laughing
of the crows,
riddle me this
riddle me that,
the jester jigs
to the Dance Macabre,
and the Fool, with a grinning skull
seemed to wink at me
from the emptiness
of dead eyes,
play the knuckle bones
and throw the dice of chance,
fate is sealed
like a grave,
sitting with Death playing chess,
but it is checkmate every time,
the board is rigged
and the cards are marked,
I was lost
before ever I could start,
my lips are sewn,
my soul is stolen
Oh Winter, my MistressYour pale skin and blue eyes make me melt.Oh Winter, my Mistress3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your thin limbs always warm me;
So beautiful and inspiring.
But underneath them, you remain cold.
You tell me it's fleeting, "This will not last."
I know that, but when I'm with you,
I never feel that.
Your room, always dark.
Your sheets, always white.
Your collections, always dead:
Skulls, skeletons, mounts, and furs.
You tell me this will not last.
I never believed you,
But you said,
"It's the way life is."
Your hair, always shimmering black.
With a blue tint, I never can get over that.
Your lingerie, clean white, no -
Crystal white, almost see-through;
That delicate color of ice.
You tell me this will not last.
But I never,
KnowledgeIn a fever dream, black dooms descendingKnowledge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He lies rapt in stupor.
The windows tilt from his halo, the dry
heat ticking, each death rattle measures light into
reflections- form a periscope. One eye is all
that is needed to see. People
stutter along streets, gloom draped. Voices
soften and stretch, heard through memory and dreaming-
one hundred shadowy watchers meld to tarmac. Only one enters.
Yard lights convulse, scald twilit moments, birds
settling on flares. He blinks,
old as time- skin a coral of waxes, leather from his own glow. Eyes,
molten yolks still glimmer beneath lids, fat sunken. She watches,
notes of orange blossom form
a noose: all her palettes collide. She mothers
all earth- cannot . A beginning with no end, future, past.
Roots run transatlantic, languages bud- tiredness. Immortal,
he doesn't breathe.
He wakes to light dappled through glass and birch.
He was the oldest and the first,
his house heavy with rotting decades. TV
translated static into prayers, sun-blea
The Small ThingsThe Small ThingsThe Small Things3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been several weeks since Hershel Layton's last "adventure," if one could call it that, and he was trying his best for things to get back to normal.
Some semblance of normalcy was really what he'd needed at the moment. An outpouring of condolences had come from his fellow staff as well as a large majority of the students at Gressenheller University. At first, it had only served to draw more attention to the ordeal, but he did appreciate the effort. He'd been asked if he needed time offNo, he'd insisted, he couldn't just retreat from his job any more than he already had just for some personal vacation. It would be quite unprofessional.
Instead, his office had been swamped with cards from his students and the other archeology professors, and Dean Delmona and Flora frequently came to visit him during his office hours. Layton had fallen into the routine of collecting a few cards that had been hanging on his door only for Flora to help him organize them,
Let Me KnowIf you love me, let me knowLet Me Know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't mean to beg
But please don't let me go
If you don't want me, tell me now
I'll be able to handle it
Even if I don't know how
If you don't want to see me, give it to me straight
I'll walk out of your life
But I'll never forget your face
If you want my friendship, don't be afraid to ask
I'm willing to move forward
The rest is in the past
Just let me know what it is you want
And I'll be happy to do so
To me your happiness means so much
I'm willing to let you go
BreatheINT. HOSPITAL- NIGHTBreathe4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A tall dark haired woman in her mid-thirties walks in to a hospital room. She is very pretty. She is wearing a grey jacket, dark blue jeans, and black boots. She is also holding a purse.
She reaches a bed where a blonde woman is laying. The woman is sick and hooked up to all these machines.
DARK HAIRED WOMAN
Hey THEO, how are you doing?
The sick woman, Theo, is staring up at the ceiling. Her blue eyes look lifeless. She says nothing.
DARK HAIRED WOMAN
It's me, ROSE. Are you ok?
Theo still says nothing.
I got you these.
Rose reaches in to her purse and holds out a box of candy.
I know you like em.
Theo still doesn't move.
Theo, take them.
Ok, I'll just put them here.
Rose sets the box down on a table near the bed.
She pulls a chair next to the bed. She takes off her jacket and puts it on the back of the chair. She is wearing a red sweater. Then she sits down.
So, umm, the doctor said-
She stops. There's a pause.
Green fireflies.I want to sit on your porchGreen fireflies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the simple thought
of your swift arrival.
26062011ao mi je to nisam napolju, toplo obučen260620114 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ao mi je to dani nisu vie nalik ovakvim noćima
Mrak i stakleni vetar umesto ege i pitanja
Ovo to udiem me neće čekati ujutru
SplatterSplatter4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing a song of splatter,
sing a song of stain,
climbing up the ladder,
coming down again.
We can sit together
on the lowest rung -
coffee in the filter,
coffee on the tongue.
Is anything the matter?
We will start again,
with a song of splatter
and a song of stain.
death affair"there are ways and ways to have a love affair. Above all, one must not be serious about it."death affair5 years ago in Letters More Like This
i sank into my spine and my stomach flattened out like the bottom of a weather system, clouds rolled in and i thought i would see sun before another, cold lonely sickness.
the machinery behind my hips, coordination of my fingers.
There are boys sitting next to my flowers made of 20 dollar bills,
they come up like stray dogs,
what are you doing here,
my you smell nice,
and may we kiss you on the tongue.
i looked at them and said i'd rather stick nails in my hands.
i went home drunk and closing doors and there was a heavy warm silence
of dreaming people,
under their closed lids the wind is coming from a russian whisper like a goddess,
under a heavy monsoon of hair,
white as bone skin
with a miraculous soft voice like the bete
running a salty tongue up the fat,
inner seashell curve of her thigh,
a sickly fairytale princess swathed i
Deadman WonderlandDeadman Wonderland5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My sweet little woodpecker,
Beat your wings close to my head.
I can hear your whisper.
Even if inside you're dead.
The red, oh the red,
It's running down the wall.
Sing softly, my pet,
or don't sing at all.
Gently now, be careful,
If you pull too much it'll tear.
If it rips then grounded I'll be,
Deep down under there.
The spirals are twirling,
I can feel it in the air.
We'll die like this, you know,
Choking on a hair.
Living in a Wonderland,
Is it any wonder we're dead?
The Deadmen sing their happy tunes
While painting each other red.
PleaseI want you to love mePlease3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
Name That BabyI'm gonna lay it on the tableName That Baby3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do the tell
Get the spelling right
Got called "depressed"
Took it up to "manic"
Bipolar in the head
And they said --
"Make it longer,
On taking pills,
To flatten my hills
Knock out the frills,
I got double-damned.
'Cause a this shit --
Father dies in a pool
Mother dies too,
In love with a fool
Mother let days pass,
No food or water
How did she last?
I closed her eyes,
They felt alive,
Like little butterflies.
Hector also dies,
Left alone by
The very unwise,
Young white cats
Die like that.
Spat out with
All the cancer-dead
She too went back.
And nothing stopped.
I saw them all
Saw them all day,
Blood and flood
Not from me
Not my feed
Just these -- "things."
Small cold voices
In my ear
None could hear.
Little people sat
And they stood
And they spun,
In colorful fun
They had their run,
You.You told me onceYou.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Dance with the DevilStep into the circleDance with the Devil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dance with the Devil
in the song that never ends.
Let him take your pain away,
think of nothing more than this moment
Come dance with him in the circle
and forget all your troubles
they won't matter anymore.
He just asks for that simple price
I'm sure that you already know.
Come dance with the devil darling
he'll take all your woes away.
Swing in the circle
to the beat that never ends.
Once you take that step
and enter the dance with the Devil
you'll never leave it again.
Sell your soul
and dance that eternal dance
Dance with the Devil
to music's soft embrace.
Sing along with the song that never ends
and just give your soul away.
Nothing shall matter anymore
as you dance with the Devil tonight.
The Problem IsWell that's the priceThe Problem Is3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The price you pay
When you want to stay but you push it away
You don't want to hurt
But you will either way
Your heart will keep breaking day after day
And it's a choice
That we all have to make
Whether it's worth it to leave or to stay
In truth, you can't leave
You've driven the stake
More steadfast than any promise they make
Some people are lucky,
I don't count myself one
If I try to give up, I end up all undone
If you can detach yourself,
Do, and have fun
But I'll keep on staring straight into the sun
For the one hope I need and the one hope I've lost
The hope I'll strive for, no matter the cost
It's sad, it's pathetic, a sign of the weak
And the longer I hold on, I hear my heart creak...
Next Stop: DreamNext Stop: Dream3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hate taking the bus. Nothing good ever happens to me when I take the bus to anywhere. It is either getting squashed between two fat men with either a sandwich or a hotdog in their sweaty hands or getting pressed between a woman with saggy breasts and an alcoholic who keeps talking to himself. Why can't they all be male supermodels from Australia? Oh great, now the bus is going uphill.
Instinctively, I turned my head to the side so my nose won't get damaged by the menacing bags of the business man in front me. As I look out the window that is covered with frost and lacy snowflakes, a car screech broke through the safe atmosphere that is mingled with holiday spirits. The impact hit us shortly after, which caused the bus to topple over the hill. Everyone standing lost their balance and fell upon each other as shards of broken glass pierces the skins of the unfortunate. Screams from the crying children and wounded mothers echoed
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.We Will Never Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
Dear Pretenders,Dear Pretenders,Dear Pretenders,3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't say you care when I'm invisible to you unless YOU need something.
Don't say you understand when you haven't been in my shoes, know how I really feel, and you don't know what I've been through my whole life.
Don't pretend to care when I really need you, you know you won't be there.
Don't act like you care about me when you wouldn't even notice if I was gone.
Don't say you'll listen when you completely ignore me all the time unless I'm the only one around.
Don't act like it would make a difference if I ran away or even died or not, because we both know that you truly don't give a shit.
NoNo, I am not okayNo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I will not be okay
Nothing you can say
Will make this pain go away
No, I am not fine
No, I will not be fine
Maybe this is all just a sign
That for him I should not pine
No, I am not all right
No, I will not be all right
I cannot sleep at night
For my regrets are in my mind's sight
Yes, this will take time
Yes, lots of time
All I want is one last stime
To convince myself he's not slime