A letter to CakeDear Cake,A letter to Cake4 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
Loneliness.I want you to touch me-Loneliness.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just love me.
Just stop these tears for a while.
You just gotta lie a little more-
Just gotta say I'm your darling girl.
Only need to whisper you love me,
You don't have to mean it-
Just need to say it.
I love you more than anything-
I cry for you more than nothing.
I whisper things all the time-
Wondering if you ever loved me.
Or if you just were using me.
I really miss you-
Thinking of that conversation,
You asked if I'd ever heard love before.
Then you were sad when I said no.
Do you really love me?
Or do you just love the thought of fucking a lonely virgin?
Am I really that easy?
Do you think I feel nothing?
I wish I was a robot-
One that didn't feel anything...
One that never fell in-love.
Never thought about the stars,
I wish I was something...
Something more than nothing-
Then maybe I wouldn't be drunk and lonely.
the Bleeding WillLast night I dreamt that I held you while you criedthe Bleeding Will3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was no reason
Just the closeness being justified
Two hearts as cold as this icy season
Two cold hearts that soar with the stars
Feel with the depth of the sea
And reach just as far
Two cold hearts that can be still and just be
I'm sorry I can't be more
I don't know who I am
I've tried to tell you this before
Before we both made our plans
Life happens, now I'm bleeding for you
This is what I wanted
To bleed for us two
May I become less haunted
May my dreams be few
May my heart deny
May my soul remember you
May my wings still fly
amongst the stars
By the dreams of two cold hearts
when we were youngwhen we were young2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
some sweet smiling children stare up at me in black and white, and i begin to wonder just where they are now. perhaps they are still in that structure, growing old and tired and blue. maybe they are wondering just what happened to love.
i lived on a farm once. the colors were warm and so was the air; uncomfortably so. the oxygen i survived on was so thick it left a curtain over my tongue and dulled my senses to the pleasant and grotesque.
all anyone cares about in georgia are tomatoes and pecans.
i used to care too.
i still remember the tomatoes splitting and falling; seeds and pulp staining the sidewalk and soil, and feeding future children.
i still remember cracking pecans from their shells and finding ones that were empty. i always thought of them as miscarriages.
i remember how the hay got stuck in your hair, and you still looked beautiful; even more so than when you were done up for everyone. i preferred the special version of you that only i got to see.
most of all, i r
Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.Epitaph for an Old Italian Woman2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without
Warriors FS, Epilogue 3EPILOGUE 3Warriors FS, Epilogue 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Whitestar was sitting up on the boulder of Vitality gazing up at the full moon, his sits were troubled as a red star was shining by the moons, "how are you feeling" A mew made him jumped as he turns his head back and saw Bondleaf tolling up the boulder beside him. Her eye were shallow and damped in dried tears.
"Bondleaf I have been asking you to show up in days, you look like you haven't slept in moons" He asked ash she jumps from the subject, "what has happened, I know about the screams you have been giving in your den" she stared down on the ground looking weak, "and you haven't eaten have you" he mewed coldly.
"I...I.. Im sorry Whitestar... I had a vision...alot of visions actually" she gazes around looking terrified, "I tried my best to hide it but it wont stop....I...I think im actually the one sick!"
Whitestar kept his cool and stared at her pity, he closes his eyes and opens them again, "these visions" he called, "tell me what is in them" she stared at him
Blood And TearsThere he was again on a cornerBlood And Tears3 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
His face pale white, his eyes so soulful
For all they know, he's just a loner
But let me tell you, he's quite a handful
He rarely talked, he never smiled
With a poker face, he never cried
But then one day, this girl came by
and talked to him with a very sweet smile
She knocked on his door which was forever locked
He hesitated, but slowly opened up
Soon enough he realized that
his barrier collapsed and she now means so much
But then came the advent of November
In a dark room, he was sitting on a corner
He held a knife, beside him was his father
In a pool of blood, they did linger
Then, she entered and sat beside him
She held his hand, but he just stared blankly
With lifeless eyes and blood on his face dripping
she hugged him tight and his tears started falling
6. Obsession6. Obsession6. Obsession3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone who knows me thinks I'm obsessed. Obsessed with writing. I never leave the house without a pen and a small notebook and whenever people see those in my purse, they roll their eyes. They can't understand what writing means to me.
It's my personal therapy. My most hated friend and my most favourite enemy at the same time. I can scream, cry, laugh,... It actualy doesn't matter in what kind of mood I am, writing always comforts me. Whenever someone hurts me, breaks my heart and crushes the pieces to dust, writing helps me to puzzle my heart together again. When I'm happy, writing gives me the chance of sharing my happiness with everyone who's interested.
So yeah, maybe it looks like an obsession to the rest of the world. But to me it's my most treasured hobby, my passion. It feels like I was born to write and nobody is going to stop me from creating magic with nothing else then words...
HungryI’m hungry. No, I’m not hungry.Hungry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want a cigarette. No, I just had one.
I want… no, I need something…
What is it that I need, what would
Make things right again?
I wish I knew.
Population ControlPopulation Control2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper
lyrics in a song
conscious and subconscious
painted on the wall
Call on your conscience
Monsanto's is poisoning your Kids
in your subconscious
the government poisons your head
The FDA feeds you lies
'cause there's no money in the cure
Honeybees can't pollinate
Bayer, there's more you should know
and even less you can trust
Look out the end game is clear.
Global warming or climate change
fossil fuels refined
subconscious; we only have one earth, what should we do ?
Lovers wear blinders
the rich are still fat
conscious, help us
Population control is a fact.
LesbianGod loved the two girls at the end of my street.Lesbian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere they went, they went together,
hand-in-hand so they didn't get lost,
laughing at everything and nothing
all at once.
He was so proud of them.
They never stole, they never swore,
they brushed their teeth twice a day
and always said their prayers.
It was a gift, said the townspeople,
that two girls as perfect as they were
were born in the same place.
an even greater gift, said they,
that those two were the best of friends.
Long nights spent giggling in rooms with closed doors
was a good thing, back then.
halfway between their houses
and in the middle of the street,
they realized that they loved each other.
A gaze lingered a moment too long,
a heart beat a little too fast...
They kissed for the first time on a park bench,
hidden from the rest of the world.
God doesn't love them anymore.
Just For YouYou're my muse.Just For You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I talk to you,
It sets my heart free!
I'm like a robot missing a gear,
Without you I'm not complete.
But no matter,
I shall always wait a thousand years....
Just for you.
Old BoysOld Boys2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Riding down country roads
to local farms on a Saturday
with my granddad
to see equipment auctions
as the old boys cashed in
Standing there in bib overalls or Dickies
with their dark glasses on
smoking pipes and cigars
they'd talk politics or crops
their deep voices rumbling quietly
I was enthralled...listening to the auctioneer
rattle off prices at breakneck speed
for a Farmall tractor going once
Sold to the man in front...
Or grandpa would take me with him
to the local VFW Post 6464
on Thursday evenings
to play Euchre with his friends
I'd bring along a few dog-eared
Reader's Digest magazines to read
as they played
Every so often I would walk over and
say hi, see how grandpa was faring
Usually he was cleaning house
winning almost every hand he played in
The ladies would bring a cake
and we'd have that with coffee
It felt...comfortable in a way
I find hard to explain
Sitting there surrounded by veterans
men who still wore those black-rimmed glasses
and their hair was
Como se escreve alma?Como se escreve alma?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Como se escreve alma? Com dor e sofrimento? Com amor e carinho? Com amarguras e solidão? Com companheirismo e amizades? Diz-me por favor, porque eu tenho a minha alma por escrever e não sei por onde começar Há muito que anda vazia dentro de mim, não há emoções, sentimentos. Não há memorias, recordações. Só há um imenso vácuo escuro e profundo que me perturba. Porque assim? Porquê a mim? Porque? Devo ser especial
Scattered mind..This world is sad and ignorant,Scattered mind..3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And people are naive.
Miserabillity follows intelligence,
And people who believe
I am the unneeded puzzle piece,
I'm the one who will never fit in.
Right now im sad and lonely,
But i dont regret any sins.
I wish to go through heaven and through hell to fight for a beautiful cause.
This world really need to change for the humanity not to go lost.
My thoughts are scattered,
My mind is chaos.
There is a monster inside me.
If it'll break free and i know it will break free,
Fucked up my life will be.
I have so much anger inside of me that it defines me.
The poetry is what i love, it brings my thoughs to life.
I am alone, struggling with myself,
I wish there were some memories i could simply store on a shelf.
This is my curse.
It wont let me go.
I feel like my head is going to blow.
And yet i am what i am and not what society wants me to be.
Society cant exist without people like me.
What If We Were Poets?Do you ever wonder what it's like to come face-to-faceWhat If We Were Poets?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the planets? To curl your fingers in the air without
meeting thousands of plaster ceilings? What if I showed you
how to cross Saturn's rings, inhale the atmosphere of Venus?
You would enter the Earth (and it's a strange place to call home,
really) with ice crystals at the corners of your mouth and ash
clouds stuck to the insides of your fingernails. Let me tell you,
it's a beginner's worry that you'll burn up in the atmosphere,
but I've had helium and hydrogen daubed on the base of my tongue.
Oh, and do you ever brush past the windows on train carriages
and wonder what cornfields are like when they're your sky
and your Earth's crust? What if I took you to the white cliffs
of somewhere or other and taught you how to spread your wings
and not hit the ground? What if I showed you mazes, and became
the red threads around your thumbs? If you'll just trust me, I'll let you
see that getting lost should only worry you in jungles of co
Never too lateNever too lateNever too late5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To get back on your feet
Rise back up
From your last defeat
Though youre broken
It doesnt really
Gotta hold your head
Spread your wings
And look to the sky
You have to take a chance
Make a choice
Its yours to keep
Have to keep
Know that hope
Is never gone
Its not too late, never too late
she loves me she loves me notshe loves me she loves me not3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She Loves Me Not
But you left me alone that night in the park
You left me alone by myself in the dark
She Loves Me
That place that I left you was busy by day
I knew you'd be found, I planned it that way
She Loves Me Not
I cried through the night, your face to see
Alone in the morning they discovered me
She Loves Me
I watched from a distance, I kept you in sight
Your cries broke my heart, the tears blocked my sight
Every Day AgainEvery day a new dramaEvery Day Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every day a new pain
every day dying inside
every day suffering
every day goes on
and on forever
only adding new problems
adding new diseases
every day it happens again
and every day
I slip further away
And its all encompassing
and it threatens to sweep me away
pain and suffering is all I see
surrounded every day
the frailty of life
one wrong word
one wrong look
one wrong impression
and it all falls down
I didn't know I had
asking the Angels
for help for guidance
every day in prayer
I know I am supposed to be here
to help ease the pain
as best I can
but I feel I am failing
phoenix from ash
I will survive
but will he
who is dying
My Cranial PythonA python coils 'round my craniumMy Cranial Python2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapping its trunk around my skull,
and all the value of my long-term investments comes
spurting out my sides, evap'rating into the night.
No, really - I feel fine -
great - normal, even . . . except
for when I push myself
when, surveying my furthest borders
I trace my neural stencil
and the rainbow-puddles of parking lots
bleed from the sulci, tripping my grip,
so my pencil slips, and clatters to the floor.
But now, with pencil
sprawled in splinters on the tile,
how can I wipe away the oily smears
which jolt reticular formation out of focus?
Am I too feather-muscled to cleave the cobwebs?
Could I ever gather grit enough
to conquer the me that cripples myself?
I slam prefrontal cortex to the mat
'til it oozes out of grasp in greasy trail of tar.
Eulogy for BearEulogy for Bear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A friend devolves and a beast acquires a soul
These journeys are begun for reasons
that we soon forget. Some of Adam's kin
jettison little-by-little their sacred selves,
finally separating from the human family to
run mad with the currency of
wild nature's uncharitable law.
But some of the beasts become us;
attached by leash they pull us through parks,
we wrestle them like unruly boys
and dress them in old clothes (forgive us).
And in the darkest night when evil is about
we steady their tattered nerves
when we ourselves are fearful
and thus we find our common tongue
loyalty until death, courage, love.
Outta My HeadLike a song lyricOutta My Head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't get you outta my head
outta my heart
outta my dreams
outta my mind
matching my heartbeat
pulsing through me
you are a part
like my blood
like my breath
like my touch
and I want more
more of you
outta my head
and into my life
Us Like WeedsI feel like this blade of grass,Us Like Weeds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which I hold in my hand.
First picked at,
Until only my coat is left,
Then off they pull it,
Stripping me bare,
Bare to the skin,
With the wind,
Nipping at my exposed being.
I no longer have a cover,
Nothing to mask,
The being I hide,
The side of me,
Which I hate.
So why, why?
Why must you pick,
Tearing what I built,
Just for fun?
If you must,
Then please, please,
Don't turn away,
When you see my real self,
Don't toss me away,
Like I'm a piece of trash.
Don't step on me,
Because you have power over me.
Hold me close.