the song of a roamerAnd darling, I've been gone for a long, long time. Your eyesthe song of a roamer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are still that steely gunpowder blue, but your hair has grown long,
and there's a softer curve to your waist
and freckles on your shoulder I don't remember,
and I think,
What have I missed?
You tell me about the weddings
the divorces. You tell me
about the babies
and the losses, and how last year
your dog died--easy, in his sleep--
and there is a hollow lack in you,
a space reserved for things that won't come back.
Long ago, was there a space like that
When did it collapse--when did it
fold in on itself
under the weight of things that matter more?
I tell you about Cambodia. I paint
the jungles for you, breathe the crushing wet heat
of it into your lungs. I tell you
about the kids in Africa
and how the heat is different there--
belligerent and fierce.
I tell you how much you would have liked Barbados,
and how much you would have hated Rome.
And I remember all the things I
can't tell you--all the things I don't hav
i don't believe in jesusno one celebrates losing virginity like they celebrate losing teeth.i don't believe in jesus1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't get a dollar under my pillow for having sex with my boyfriend.
there are no doctors smiling at me when i tell them my cherry has been popped.
i am a whore for having premarital sex.
i am a tramp for loving someone enough to open my body to them.
no one celebrates losing virginity like they celebrate losing teeth -
but i slip mine under my pillow anyway, and in the morning when i wake,
there is a quarter and a tiny folded note:
"you are not a slut."
sirensAudio version here.sirens1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes the mermaids will watch the sailorboys, and green ocean eyes will take in the powerful shoulders and the instinctive sense of balance, and sometimes one will fall in love. and sometimes this love will fill up her chest so much it hurts, and sometimes it will make her reckless--make her swim silently up to the sides of the boats and reach up (carefully, with just the barest sound of water droplets tumbling back into the depths) and rest her arms on the wood that's long since been worn smooth from salt and sun. and sometimes the sailorboy will turn, but he'll see nothing--but when he hauls in his net it will be brimming, straining at the seams, and he will look out over the ocean for a moment, all the way to the blank horizon, and sometimes he will wonder.
and it's easy to love the girls that swim up from the bottom of the ocean with nets knotted up in their
page onethe waves are calling.page one1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
watch--stormbound, the breakers
arch up to clutch at the unyielding stones
with a roar and a hiss and a sigh;
gather themselves back and
the sea is patient, and your limestone fear
you will be
you will be beautiful.
the waves are calling.
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
lovesong for sailorboyRead aloud and explained (somewhat) here.lovesong for sailorboy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have always loved words as you love the sea
but i have grown to hate
because i have always had words
but never for you.
words for everything
but i have words for this, so
i'll take them
one by one.
the ocean was your first love and
i could always see it in your eyes.
most would call them blue--just
like a swell over a sandbar
blue like the spring sky over a poppy field.
but i don't think anyone
got as close as i did and they're not blue
not shorebound and
they're gray like the steelbellied sea itself
like the horizon at dawn as it
hems you into an impossibly vast canvas
like a demarcation line
or a promise.
one you always chased.
maybe i had a streak of ocea
ghosts of the border townsRead aloud here.ghosts of the border towns1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the desertgirls all wear their white dresses,
braids cinched with ribbons wilted
like the crops.
they walk barefoot, and they have learned
how to keep from kicking up
the sand--they have learned
how to be perfectly still.
the scorchwinds start up, and they
stand beneath the rattling ocotillos,
dresses curling and brushing against
calves dark with dust and
they stare such betrayal, such trust,
as though you are the devil
or salvation--as though
they haven't made up their minds.
say what you like.
they won't smile, only
until long after you are out of sight
and the horizon has
Russian RouletteOh, darling...Russian Roulette2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How am I alive?
After what you put me through,
I'm surprised I didn't
Baby, love is a dangerous game,
and we played it like
Live by the CreedLive by the CreedLive by the Creed4 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.
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango3 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.
stolen dog-eared mapsAudio version.stolen dog-eared maps1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we will run
directionless but on
until the sky recedes before us.
we will outlast the horizons
sink teeth into every sunset
until we chase
what chases us--
until the oceans below hold no demons
the galaxies above
we will lose ourselves
until there is nothing left of us but
Headspacethis is life without you:Headspace1 year 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
Que hace girar al mundo¿Qué hace girar al mundo?Que hace girar al mundo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un día, un pequeño conejo banco le preguntó con curiosidad a su padre el motivo y razón por el cual la vida no se detenía, el mundo avanzaba y los seres continuaban existiendo. Su padre, todo un conocedor, le contó a su pequeño vástago un cuento sobre una extraña energía, la batería del mundo, aquello que lo hacía girar y continuar.
Le narró sobre un extraño mundo existente en los sueños, en el centro de la tierra y detrás de un velo negro de terciopelo, donde se generaba continuamente la energía que da el origen a la vida. "Esta sube por las raíces de los árboles y recorre el mundo como el oxigeno" dijo el papá conejo.
En aquel único y extraño mundo subterráneo, habitan criaturas y seres similares en aspecto a las que residen en la superficie, pero actúan en un ciclo continuo sin principio, ni final. Todos proceden de fo
Love's RealityThe couple stood there, leaning against the bridge as the moon light reflected off the quiet stream below.Love's Reality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night was peaceful, with the chirping of a grasshopper, or the occasional whisper of the wind, being the only things breaking the perfect serenity.
Looking down, the calm pool eminated the tranqual night, as ripples from the peaceful desent of a flower petal dispersed the other world before them.
He looked to her as she stared into the mirror below. The moonlight, delicate and mesmerizing, as it casted itself upon her soft and gentle face.
If there ever was a personification for beauty, it truely stood before him tonight.
A cool breeze swept its way over them. She leaned into him, as he rubbed her shoulder.
Her blue eyes looked into his own and shined like the stream below, her soft face glowing more than ever as her smile warmed his heart. She brought her lips to his own...
He opened his eyes. His perfect world, gone, as he gazed upon his cracked ceiling. Is it true... That a
Raise Your Glass+Loser Like MeRaise Your Glass+Loser Like Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You may think that I'm a zero,
Turn off the lights,
But hey, everyone you wanna be,
Probably started off like me,
What's the dealio? (Ah fuck, I don't care)
All of the dirt you've been throwing my way, (Party crasher)
It ain't so hard to take, (That's right)
Cause I know one day you'll be screaming my name,
And I'll just look away,
So don't fancy,
Just get dancey,
Why so serious?
Just go ahead and hate on me run your mouth,
So everyone can hear,
We will never be, never be, anything but loud,
Baby I don't care,
Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out,
You wanna be, you wanna be,
A loser like me,
A loser like me.
Push me up against the locker,
(Slam, slam, slam, slam.)
I'll get you back when I'm your boss,
(Oh hot damn.)
Cause hey I could be a superstar,
I'll see you when you wash my car,
It's so on right now.
All of the dirt you've been throwing my way, (Party crasher)
It ain't so hard to take, (That's right)
Cause I know one day you'll be screaming my name,
And I'll just look away
KementariGold and silver are the lightsKementari6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your eyes,
Graceful are your steps
And your raiment ever green.
Wonder and beauty unseen
You put in everything that grows,
From the fairest leaf
To the merriest flower.
Blessed we all are
O, Queen of the Earth,
For through you we have
Fair trees and fields,
Loveliness before our eyes.
How many hurts your heart knew,
None can tell but only you
When the Great Light was gone
And there you sang alone.
Slow do the waters flow
Through lands and hills,
All enriched with the fairness you give
A, Yavanna Kementari!
YearsHe was a young man when he started, the chunk of wood in his hands clumsy and unfamiliar. With his knife he scraped away the bark, peeling it back to reveal the virgin grain beneath. Possibilities danced in his imagination as he worked, slowly, skimming almost transparent layers as he whittled. Days turned to weeks, as it drew him, time after time, every moment he could find, to release its potential. As the foggy image in his mind became clearer, so the shape in his hands evolved. He took little notice of the woodchips covering the floor around him, and growing in height with each stroke of his blade. Each passing day compelled him to work faster, to devote more time to his creation. He didn't take notice as his need for food and sleep slowly dissipated, sacrificed to devote more energy to the final outcome. The months, then years, slipped by. The pile of chips grew around him, to ankle height, then knee high. His hair and beard, turned to silver and grew long. When sleep overtook himYears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Storm in Solstheim ch. 2A Storm in Solstheim ch. 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By experience I knew that this Temple of Miraak would be filled with ancient traps and locked doors, I would need an expert at that line of work, Arinel was my expert and now he is slaving away building a strange structure, leaving me to rely on a blade for hire. I sat in the Retching Netch leaning on the stone railing of the stairs that lead to the main area of the inn. My eyes rested on a character dressed in armor resembling the armor the city guards wore, but was less bulky. He or she wore red cloth under the gaps in the armor and green goggles over their eyes.
I approached the person, hoping they were who I was looking for; they noticed me approach and looked up to meet my gaze with their hidden eyes. Now that I was closer, I realized this person was male.
"Teldryn Sero, blade for hire" he said in a scratchy voice.
"Myräkkä Windblade," I replied holding out my hand, which he took as we greeted each other "So Teldryn, what are your skills?" I asked.
Teldryn thought for a moment bef
As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smokei.As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smoke2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they wrapped me through with police tape
before i was born;
yellow silk fetters entwined among
the arches of my ribs
and along the hollow bumps of my spine
like a warning
binding back what leviathan lay
in the dusk
i've searchedandsearched and never found it,
but they promise me,
(oh promise me it's there).
i've tried to call down the sun from up high
because i didn't like the way it made everything
i prefer the darkness.
(they've told me that's
where i belong,
hidden away for what
better purpose i have yet to
i'm drowning in shadows vague and empty,
and all the wrong words
i never gathered the courage to
because with each whisper
another remnant of what sky i used to know
comes crumbling down,
and i always bloody my hands
when i pick up the shards.
i tried to tell them
that everything falls to pieces.
they shook their heads
with jaded smiles
and told me not to worry.
but they are reflective, i say
Your Name's My Best ObscenityThe sweetest curses are sugar on lipsYour Name's My Best Obscenity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I died this evening, you'd find your name
aflame- the words I last shouted in vain
lingering on my tongue like a toxic kiss-
revenge is addicting, venomous pain,
even spent on cries I know are mundane
No fixing up this unholiest tryst,
forged by two fools who believed in their lies;
or maybe it was I, eager for light
even in spite of the flaws I had seen
Can light be fake? Were your twinkling eyes
a mere disguise to make me ignite?
Aflame, in vain, impure light fuels my screams
Arise and Breathelittle siren girl, held up by fishhooksArise and Breathe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and lines - you'll only be free when
they cut you loose.
still, they tell you: you will not fall
victim to swelling tides, you
will float. (you are a dead weight.)
you are something incomplete
like the forgotten house on the
end of the row, eating itself,
dimming day by day:
paint chips and chapped lips
have nothing left to say.
there are monsters nursing
deep beneath your flesh, with
threadbare spines and trembling
hands, they are afraid of their own
shadows. (you are only weak when
your eyes are open)
a new year waits upon your doorstep,
promising to take all that was ever [you]
the paper doll can finally sleep,
to see another day.
spin doctorat some point, we should acknowledge the factspin doctor1 year 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
Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.Two-Face1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.
I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.
Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?