spin doctorat some point, we should acknowledge the factspin doctor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we are vectors, rays, even,
but most definitely not x-y points flashing
"I am Here I am Here
I am Here!"
war cries don't seem nearly so heroic when scrambled that way.
i'm awfully mean and i don't write verses about flowers or fate,
so i'm not so sure you'd want to hear me anyway.
even my love is a straightedge
and a glib condemnation of what we call 'good.'
i'm a stagnant point because i say "this is how it is."
this contented fishbowl drifting is satisfying
only because i twist on him, i twist and i twist,
and i suck the fingers that stroke every whim of his superiors
and his idols and all the clean people.
i bit off the ten commandments.
he groaned and moses frowned.
he does all those right things:
i twist and he whimpers, he breathes my name,
he tells me there's no way i could just be this good. naturally. virginally.
i'm new at everything i do.
and yet everything has already been done.
i'm rolling and
Headspacethis is life without you:Headspace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost a week, but every hour is endless.
Today, I wrote a love letter to a man who gave me purpose
but he will never know me better than in the line
which ended: "I want to share the peace you gifted me."
yes, I am allowing myself to hide in coffee shops once more.
Breath heavy and aching eyes I am tired -
tired and weightless, waiting as seconds steep slowly,
learning to live with the words which I have spoken
words which at long last
have chased you away.
you were warned,
you. were. warned.
ink-stained and cradling chai,
reading spice-leaves and honey which only manage to say
I am a mess. I am a mess, lost and lonely,
savouring the moment stolen where I feel at home:
the moment before the storm,
before moon captures sun,
before extermination, before I am held accountable.
yes, I am spinning one last yarn,
finding myself the cut which fits my raw new skin,
the style to suit this fearful new world,
where I am dodging eye contact with
Reverse Polarity and a Little Bit of FateHe believed in angelsReverse Polarity and a Little Bit of Fate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She believed in lies
she was hummingbird-reminiscent
gifted with flight, she strayed from sight
and her secrets were hidden between her rapid wings
He counted his lucky stars
She cursed barren skies
her laugh resonated, hollow
it echoed off the walls she built
to keep intruders out
He fell for her, hopelessly
He dreamed only to make her smile
she pretended he didn't exist
still, he was drawn to her (like a moth,
to bad ideas)
She told him she was too far lost
(Though she was only in denial)
his eyes glinted, golden
bright enough to melt the frozen rock
she had called her heart
Despite her tries, she loved him, too
She decided to do something new:
she was cynical and jaded
he dreamed to touch
Hetalia MemeName twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.Hetalia Meme6 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) N. italy
I love a whole lot more, but i just chose the ones that popped up in my mind first :'D
1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?
XDDDDDDD not at all
2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?
FFFFFFFF, of course! It's FRANCE for god sake! :'DDDD
even tho hes a pedo.......XDD only my long lost twin will get this :3
3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Germany got N. Itay pregnant?
LOL, SCORE! i honestly didnt plan that XDDDD
that would be so adorable!!! their baby would pawn all other babies and take over the world <3
4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?
pfft, about prussia? of course!
(well, it was actually a prussia/hungary fic, but it counts, right? ;w
5) Would seven and two make a good couple?
HOLYCOW IM ON A ROLL TONIGHT
Live by the CreedLive by the CreedLive by the Creed6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To become an assassin you must be,
A loyal follower of these rules three.
Never harm the innocent,
No good could ever come of it,
Always be silent and discreet,
To make escapes swift and neat,
And finally never compromise the Brotherhood,
Or the fate of us all won't be good.
The Templars are all Assassins' foes,
Always causing the troubles and woes,
All Templar hearts are as black as coal,
As they clamber to achieve their single goal,
They forever strive to be,
The controllers of everything you see,
Use your blade to stab their backs,
And halt their plan right in its tracks.
Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
The Nocturnal DriveThe smooth dark silk splits,The Nocturnal Drive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Highlighted by stars on silver straws,
Casting a haunting glow down upon the worn gravel,
As insatiable shadows grovel past.
The sky above is painted with ornamented denim,
The moon, an ivory button,
Polished but forgotten on its dusty shelf.
The music of ages passes through the muggy air,
The muffled thrum of cycling onyx rings,
And the feeling of emptiness,
Gliding like a nocturnal demoness,
My eyes, cold and translucent, stare ahead and watch the world blur.
I could spend an eternity in this softened throne,
Enjoying the simplicity of the sweet darkness,
Of a long drive at night.
Without Wingsshe spoke in lullabiesWithout Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and breathed out wishes-
she hoped and prayed for fairytales so often
you could trace the dreams in her veins
she strived for worlds that didn't exist
and she lost her heart without being aware
she ever gave it
she needed to run away-
because she lived in a house of mirrors
and she was scared of the sight
of her own face
she had to teach herself to walk
but she couldn't run
and she was stuck, grounded
watching time pass her by
sometimes you forget how to count
she withered away
her veins, barren of dreams
her eyes glossed over till she was nearly blind
to be afraid
because monsters weren't to be feared
and happily ever after
wasn't to be expected
when he found her, she was fallen
"I was built with hollow bones
but I'm still not strong enough to pick myself
her ribcage had caved in to that
empty hole that used to hold her heart
he lifted her up
with silky eyes and
starry whispers and said
This FeelingThis feeling,This Feeling7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It holds you,
It drains you,
2. A Man in a Hat2. A Man in a Hat4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lost, love?" a boy's voice asked.
I slowly lifted my head, looking up from the boots, along a pair of lime green pants, a white shirt, and an orange tail coat. He took his arm off the tree which he had been leaning on, pulling a yellow and blue top hat off a branch. He reached down to help me up.
"Who are you?" I asked, using the outstretched hand he offered.
He grinned, brushing auburn hair away from his green eyes, then straightening his blue bow tie. "Wonderland's confessional."
"Well, that's what I call myself. Everyone comes to me eventually, and then they tell me everything. Care for some tea?" he asked abruptly, turning around and striding off down the path.
I hurried after him, as he was the only person whom I had met so far. "I don't like tea much. I prefe
that's okayLace Madonna says it’s okay for her baby to die.that's okay3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She says, “Wrap him in my weeping veil and bite at him with
And heaven forbid a loose-lipped unzipped whirlwind
breathes him back to life.”
But he was born that I could rip transcendence to shreds
and hang on his arm playing the goddess I always knew I was.
I dream in flappers and rags, the flush of imperfection
and my mother's words above my womb of covers
the immaculate conception of "rise and be."
If I love him, are we eternal?
Earth sways as we call for him from heaven and hell.
His mother bares her teeth at me, guarding her Christ,
her baby, her four oh merit scholar scientist martyr savior of her race
“I raised a sacrifice for my bad teeth and irritability,
and I loved him
But, Holy Mother, I soothe him with my tongue.
I’ll be his Mary, don’t you worry.
They only call me Magdalene for my demons.
I hope it’s not a crime that I burned myself out of history
scaredi hope you're chasing all your dreams,scared3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but if you are, then you're asleep,
so i hope i get the chance to wake you up.
i'm not scared to fall in love,
i'm just scared of lying
and dying next to someone i don't even
and that's why i made kirrah sleep on the floor.
i'm scared of seeing lots of blood and
scared of being crazy,
i'm scared i'll ask you please to call me,
and all you'll say is 'maybe.'
scared of televisions because they're the
mostly i'm just scared of you.
ImpatientIf you talk to anyone who waits at red lights or cares about fashion or owns a gun, they'll know a thing or twoImpatient3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
about all of us; all of humanity. We are all flowers, we are all little universes, we are all the underdog future.
And maybe this is completely true, and maybe some girl pierced her ear in the 8th grade bathroom, and maybe you
have sand in your shoes from that visit to the beach last week. What does it matter, is this an absolute?
We are all pieces of God, we are all forgetting about Heaven, we are all waiting politely for death to break in
through the bathroom window. You can ask the stains on the sidewalk, the birds who refuse to build nests, the
faded black hair on the barbershop floor. They will tell you that this all does matter, and if you care about your
children, it's an absolute, too. Sometimes I run through traffic lights, wear half-unbuttoned flannel and scoff
at the glory of firearms, but you can talk to me whenever you grab my shoulder and take a moment to stop s
NyctophiliaThe under-comfort, touch and sensations.Nyctophilia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those shadows, clinging like vines to suffocate the world.
A withhold of oxygen, seeping out of flesh,
like an inhalation of rat acid.
And a feeling of silk, milky on calloused hands,
midnight breakaways into back alleys
where heroin is heroic not heretic.
A gasp for rain.
Bullets fired by God's gun onto the wretched race of man.
Sunday mornings in a bed unfamiliar; foreign.
to groak from afar the previous night.
Bewildered, brainwashed in some 24/7 diner.
Succumbed to the agony of a nyctophilic.
Lady of the FliesThere's a place inside my head,Lady of the Flies3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a house of lapsing time.
I visit on occasion,
I crawl in through the grime.
A grave for broken thoughts,
unwelcome memories echo through the air.
Floating from my skull,
but it seems I've forgotten how to care.
I rip my teeth out one by one,
while severing all emotional ties.
It's all the same to me.
I open this carved out body to the flies.
There's a 3 inch tall girl inside me,
her name is peace of mind.
Everyday I call to her,
but shes become quite hard to find.
There Were FourThere Were FourThere Were Four2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a slow day, and for good reason. November rain drummed down on the streets of the city, sluicing through gutters and filling the air with the gentle scent of soaked concrete. The only people out in such weather had good reasons for braving the cold; they walked with heads ducked and collars turned, single-mindedly hurrying towards their destinations. Few of them stopped to consider a scruffy beggar huddled beneath the mediocre shelter of a bus stop, even when waiting under the same alcove for transportation.
It was hardly surprising. I was under the shelter because it kept off the worst of the rain, not because I expected coins. It had just seemed rather silly not to put down the tin, you know? Besides, there’s something to be said for taking a while to watch people go by, their stories trailing behind them like the ragged ends of an old cloak. While I might not have gotten enough
my hell is whitethe only summers ever knownmy hell is white3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
locked inside my heart
frost bites at extremities
chilled air invades my chest
as i inhale;
the sharp sting crippling
and i pull my arms into my breast
fighting to keep you there
i memorize and recite
stirring melodies your words danced
into the grooves of my brain-
it's my only escape;
whoever said hell is alight
was sadly mistaken-
i know the deep is really white
and it's trying to suffocate me
cinch up my dress;
put a little color
in this- forever
winter, wonder lost
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
It's The Distance, I Think.It was sitting on our kitchen counter-It's The Distance, I Think.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brown glazed and curved, like her-
Perched next to the microwave.
I thought it would best hold
Her spatula and my two bamboo spoons.
She filled it with yellow tulips and
Pink carnations and hydrangea blossoms and
Told me to "Get your own spoon vase"
With bells in her voice and
Her cheeks dimpled and her eyes crinkled,
And I wrapped my arms around her waist and
Punished her back-sass by tickling her ribs until
We were a jumbled mess, strewn
Across the tile floor- with flushed cheeks and
Not a worry in the world.
These days, the curved brown jar
Sits next to my stove top and
Holds my two bamboo spoons,
Three of my own spatulas and a metal whisk.
The tiles have been replaced with hardwood
And my eyes never crinkle
And I can't remember the way hydrangeas smell.
Dear Lover BoyDear Lover Boy,Dear Lover Boy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought I was over you completely. You were never within my grasp, I accepted that, I moved on. So why is it my heart is going crazy now that I'm thinking of you. Of meeting you, talking to you, and, ultimately, walking away with the knowledge that I probably can't ever be with you?
Because you have met your One;
And I am not she.
I'm happy that you're happy.
But I'd be happier if you were happy with me.
I've got a card-board cut out of you here, in my circle of friends. He's like you in every way except the ways that count. I'd rather have a man of passion than a man of God, even if the man of passion can't joke around like the man of God can. Because I can't joke around like the man of God, either.
Because I'm not a woman of God,
I'm a woman of passion,
And I don't get his humor,
Like I get yours, Love.
I Once Dreamed...I once dreamed that I had you here beside me, in my arms. I could feel your warmth against my skin and I could smell your wonderful scent. It reminded me of spring time, right after the rain.I Once Dreamed...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But better than your warmth and better than your scent, was the amount of happiness it brought me to have you here, embracing you. You and you alone, had the ability to chase the loneliness away. It was a wonderful feeling and a feeling that disappears within an instant as I realize that you’re not real. You’re only a figment of my imagination. There is only coldness beside me and only my own scent that envelops me.
Yet, despite knowing this, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming of you. I don’t know who you are but in my dreams, you exist. Perhaps you are real, perhaps you are not but sometimes, I like to pretend that my unknown lover is real. I love to tell myself that you and I are meant to be, that we have known each other in previous lives and that our love was so strong, t
Synchronized HeartsWe weep for wounds not yet bornSynchronized Hearts3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We predict the patterns of storms long gone
Only after it's concrete, do we mourn
We live life expecting the next dawn
We ask for truth yet prefer the lies
We pity the foolish and decry the wise
We sketch blueprints for mountains we can't make
We dismay over bad and think all good is fake
To each his own, we've our selfish desires
The beauty of destruction is all too sought out
We dream for the stars, but settle for fires
We louden cacophonies to silence any doubt
So caught up in answering questions not asked yet,
We die with only one lasting regret-
We know not of who we've become.
Our mirrors are blinding, and sightless isn't fun.
a siren's song.her ribcage burst into flowersa siren's song.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as her lungs swam to sea
and the world was silent
-like a film set on mute-
as it watched her dance
into her coral grave.
she grinned and laughed
and all you could hear
was the metallic scraping
of her tongue on her teeth
as her coppery laugh
fell into the ocean-
like a penny onto concrete.
her hair was a tangle of seaweed
drenched in brine
and adorned with salt flecks
that caught the sun in waves
crashing along the shoreline
in the treble notes of symphonies.
ensnared in wanderlust,
she ran towards the current
in hopes of finding herself
among the lost.
she wore fish-scales
on her clavicle
and sung her way down
to the bottom of atlantis.
the ships out at bay that day
only remember one thing:
she sunk like the titanic,
her bones tearing at the seams
and all that remained of her
were two hands
(whose knuckles were mountains
and skin was land)
receding into the curls
as the earth drowned into the sea.
and there was nothing left on the horizon
BPD MathPanic attack just breath just breathBPD Math7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Next minute I'm laughing into my sleeve
You never know just how I'll be
Whether I'll stay or whether I'll leave
Running crying out the door
Jumping skipping begging for more
Wanting to starve or wanting to eat
Running track video games I can't be beat
Tackle me tickle you leave me alone
"Talk to you later" I hang up the phone
Yawning eyes drooping I'm falling asleep
I'm hyper I'm humming can't not make a peep
Roller coaster spin spin just my luck
Stomach is churning I'm gonna up chuck
You never know just how I'll be
I'm jumping for joy I'm falling asleep