Sleeping like the deadShe is always weirded out by spiders. They run too damn fast.Sleeping like the dead2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their legs are spindly and black and pointy. Just something so wrong about that.
There shouldn't be anything in this world that exists small, that would be horrific if made large.
He loves bugs. All kinds of bugs. Big, small, green, black. Crunchy ones are best. The ones
that when stepped on make a nice cracking sound and spew guts.
That's what he loves.
She cannot sleep. Not much. Not easily.
She sees arms reaching toward her in the dark. Always in that stage
right before she falls asleep. The bridge to sleep is blocked by
He sleeps like a log, especially after a kill. Always after a kill. The warmer the blood,
the slower the death, the more pitiful the cries for mercy, the better the sleep.
It never ceases to amaze him.
The power of murder.
The smell of autumn comforts her. The cool breeze soothes as the curtains flow outward.
The full moon shines in and she cannot see spider
The DragonWhere once I was cunning, now I am wise.The Dragon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where once I was fragile, now I am strong.
Where once I was selfish, now I am selfless.
Where once I was aimless, now I have purpose.
Where once I was a killer, now I am a guardian.
I am a serpent all the same, but where once I was a snake...
Now I am a dragon.
Ready to DieReady to Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fear consumed me. My body froze, every particle of blood solidifying into ice. It was as if every bit of oxygen had been torn away from me and I was left with nothing but empty lungs. Goose bumps rose on my skin, which was covered by nothing but an old, unfitted, dirty ragged dress. I couldn't feel the pain that had throbbed from the graze on my knee any more; nor could I feel the blood trickle down my leg. All I could sense was the bitterly cold air, and how the frozen moisture reached out its long icy fingers to kiss my bare skin. Sweat broke out on my forehead, immediately turning into beads of ice. The frost on the trees glinted in what little sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves. I would have thought the scenery was the most breath-taking sight - if it wasn't for the figure that was the root of the threads of fear that pierced and sowed through the core of my body. I heard the satisfied growl from behind me, but I stood motionless, unable to move. I heard footsteps behind m
Llamas with hats scriptCarl: Oh hey How did he get here?Llamas with hats script4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?!
Carl: Me? Uh, I didn't do this!
Paul: Explain what happened, Carl!
Carl: I've never seen him before in my life!
Paul: Why did you kill this person, Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people. That is that is my least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me, Carl, exactly what you were doing before I came home.
Carl: Alright, well I was upstairs
Carl: I was uh I was sitting in my room
Carl: reading a book
Paul: Go on
Carl: And, uh, well this guy walked in
Carl: So, I went up to him
Carl: And I I stabbed him 37 times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaaaaarl, that KILLS people!
Carl: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!!
Paul: How could you not know that?!
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: What's that?
Paul: His hands. Whywhy are they missing?
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBeautiful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
BurnedMary grunted as the rough rope was wrapped around her arms, She stood, Naked and Cold. The Freezing Winter Night was made worse by the water she was covered in, the brand on her chest stung, and her cheeks were stained by tears. She stood, the town, her family and friends stood around her, the Preacher glared at her, she wanted to scream, to tell them what he did to her. To Tell them she was victim, she bit her lip. It was pointless. Father Mayers had the town behind him. What did she have? Nothing. “This, Foul Cretin! She has tried to tempt me! Tempt me with her lust! The Devil's lived in this one!” Mary looked around wildly, seeing her mother's tearful face,Burned2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Mother! He's lying! Hel-”
A rock struck her across the forehead, she looked up at her mother, who's face was grim. “You are not my daughter any more, whore of satan!” Mary stopped caring, she didn't care when they branded her again, or put a blindfold on her, and a rope around her neck.
Real Men Write Poetry-Slam PoemHello, my name is Anna,Real Men Write Poetry-Slam Poem3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or "Blue" if you please.
I am a poet and so is,
Zach, Corbin, Harrison, and Kenji.
We have a passion,
a will to write,
and I don't think you have the right to stop us.
You say that we were just kids who searched for misery,
and you say that boys aren't fit to write poetry.
But those four men I just introduced,
are in my eyes so much stronger than you.
Yes I am a girl,
so call me a hypocrite,
but I'm finding it ironic,
that you think these men,
would have a problem with you.
Maybe you're the little boy inside,
look we get it, wont you just apologize?
Do you know how much effort,
that they put into their work?
I promise you,
that to me they're lifesavers,
They're believers, they're creators,
and all around life changers.
They take me away from this reality,
and pull me into their wonderful poetry.
I can't help but fall in love with their words on the paper,
losing myself in their iambic pentameter.
No matter what words you use or say,
you will never take th
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.The girl in the pond2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she had been so carelessly abandoned.
It was my duty to remember her.
I took the memory of her and stuffed it away
for safe keeping
The rest was just a shell
now empty and soon decayed.
Then I left
leaving only the pond behind to swallow its secrets.
MadnessMadness is a gift.Madness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It gives me my best stories.
The words are an offering.
But I pay a steep price.
I lose myself in other worlds.
Reality becomes irrelevant.
All that matters is the stories.
The characters consume me.
I create and destroy worlds.
Words are my weapons.
Words are my freedom.
Yet I pay for these words with my mind.
Madness is a gift.
It becomes my greatest muse.
I just offer myself to the abyss.
And the words come running in my place.
Reality of DreamingAlas!Reality of Dreaming3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas only a dream,
Yet seeming so
My certainty was pure,
Her embraced in
No boring brown eyes,
Only the majestic
No out dated fashions,
Only silk soft
I am no poet,
Her making me
So know I know,
She's only a
It does not exist,
Dreaming only of
RewrittenCan time ever be rewritten?Rewritten1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hardly believe so
Even if I could turn the clock hands back
Am I capable of changing the past?
I ponder this question often these days
Struggling through the daily hours
Watching people safely from my dark little corner
Wondering if I can resist another meltdown
Given the oppurtunity I would rewrite my life
Start another story
A story I couldn't be ashamed of
Then perhaps the last ten years wouldn't seem like such a waste
Can time ever be rewritten?
I know that isn't so
I just cope with the reality of right now
And hope I'm strong enough to live with the past
BallerinaTumbling through the sky toward a summit uncertainBallerina1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My nights are alight with a flourishing flicker
That burns in my bones with an ache I can't hide
Desire that damns me down to ashes unsigned
And it can't be right, but it can't be wrong
So I twirl on the tips of my toes like I'm told
While casting my head back to scream at the cold
Spinning faster and swifter with each star that descends
Defying the wheels of roulette that forget
That I always win out in the end.
Proper Etiquette?Set the table, pour the drinks,Proper Etiquette?1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
be sure the silver doesn't clink!
Fold the napkins, make 'em nice-
your sloppiness just won't suffice!
Make sure to straighten out the plates
then go get dressed, you're running late!
Next you'll have to slice the bread,
and put some margarine for spread.
Wait-what is that awful stench?
Oh, you foolish girl, you wench!
You burned the course, you burned the meal,
potatoes, corn, and all the veal!
Now there is nothing left to eat
we have no vegetables, no meat!
Look at what you've done, you fool-
did you learn nothing at that school?
Don't bore me with apologies,
you'll never be a prodigy!
Domestication's not for you-
don't look at me like that, it's true!
You burn all of the food you touch,
you turn the veggies close to mush,
you never turn the oven off-
I give you rules, and then you scoff!
Go fight a war, or sail the sea-
but a housewife? No, you'll never be.
BonesLoveBones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is less about flowers
than it is
about Monday mornings,
when all the world
dreads the commute,
to share a space with you.
of serenades and starlight,
I often find myself
inside of mundane fantasies,
of your shower wet hair,
so snugly together
in dashboard light
like lips and hips
in the blue glow
satellite stereo screens,
long to take you
So many men
seek the perfection
that have no basis
want to dive head first
tangled up in every complication
that is us.
My love --
you are the everything
flaws and highlights,
and all of your bad,
of a lifetime spent longing
which only you possess,
am not -ever-
going to give up on
TwiceLet's take a pictureTwice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel uncomfortable
Yet I can't say no to you
'Cause for some inexplicable reason
I told myself you cared all these years
You just wanted to see how much you could exploit from me…
Let's talk, it's important
I'm not a child
I won't fall for the same trick twice
my grandmother had a blanket of galaxiesmy grandmother once told me that if i gathered allmy grandmother had a blanket of galaxies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars in the midnight sky, i could sew them into
a giant blanket of galaxies for lovers to make wishes on.
this is what you do with your hands:
learn the same language my grandmother did all those
years prior to this moment of steam and shake.
come daybreak, we collapse into each other with the
sort of stumbling that my grandmother warned me of.
foolish hands know no boundaries, she would say.
thank God that i am boundless, finding you with probing fingers,
your shoulders a make-shift ladder i climbed to catch
just an inkling of heaven on the tip of my tongue.
if every i love you we whispered
into the gentle morning's ear
brought us closer together,
we would become each other.
folding until we are one:
nothing but a crease of constellations
on my grandmother's blanket.
I am PerfectI am yellow,I am Perfect2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am blue,
I am you.
I am red,
I am purple,
I am something new.
I am orange,
I am green,
I am thee.
I am the colors of the rainbow,
I am living life itself,
I am me.
BuckwheatI bite into an apple,Buckwheat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping that it might grace me with
The juice that runs down my chin
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
back then,i was a wildflower girl,back then,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(battle the mountain,
savor the rain.)
2 am, this is when i miss you most, because
i am not atlas,
i cannot carry the world
on my shoulders,
in the darkness,
in my shadows,
so i will just tell myself
to hang onto
hope, because i have nothing left anymore, not even
the boy who tasted my name
like sucre on his lips, not even
the boy who knew
every inch of me
in the moonlight,
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,Solitude1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
The WolfBones crackling over skin.The Wolf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mournful optimist after a mercy killing.
The living dead scream sweet sorrow.
Idiotic Wisdom betrays an open secret.
Blood flooding the streets.
Cruel happiness makes for sweet pain.
The killer staring at the moon with yellow eyes.
Things A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems10 Things a Guy Thinks around His Crush but Will Leave out of Love PoemsThings A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My girl is kind of like a unicorn…
‘cause I have the problem of getting so socially awkward around girls
That I scare them as if I was the grudge
Or a mummy
Or a vampire (oh…wait)
This girl is cuter than a panda bear…
And Running through my head is a list of things
That I think around her but probably shouldn't
Things that I couldn’t possibly say to her face
But have no problem telling a bunch of strangers:
Why are you single?
Why are you not single?
You’re not asking her out right now
Don’t shit your pants.
I just shit my pants.
That’s a lovely pair of….
Maybe if I write her a poem,
She’ll fall in love with me.
What’s her name again?
Is she looking at me?
She’s looking at me.
Oh my God, she’s looking at me…
She’s looking at me
She’s talking to th