When Growing Up Becomes Growing OldShe thinks it hits at 35. She watches her husband blow out the candles on his birthday cake, the smoke tendrils hovering in the air before they are swallowed up by the fan in the window of their new home.
By 35 you have settled down and started your family, and if you haven't, it's the year your mother begins to tell you that it's "now or never" and that if you chose the latter, you're going to regret it.
Their friends all sing an off-key version of Happy Birthday, holding long-stemmed glasses of red wine, except for Marie, since she's six months pregnant. She cuts her husband's cake into sizable pieces only to have three of the women decline as they are "watching their weight."
She looks down at the cake on her plate and thinks of the blank application for a gym membership on top of the refrigerator as her friends swap workout stories. She nods her head, gasping every so often and finishes it off with a lot of sympathetic grunting. The men have begun swapping work stories n
Won't you please scare away the monsters?Won't you please scare away the monsters?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Privet~ this is Heidi,
I wrote this poem
Because there is something
I've meant to say.
This is simply
A thank you,
Toris says you're evil,
Eduard thinks you're mad,
Raivis tells me to run away
While I have a chance.
Truth is I know you're scary,
Known it most my life.
But don't pass me as crazy,
When I say that's all right.
See the only thing I fear,
As childish as it may be...
Is the boogyman from my closet
and his minions beneath the bed.
If I ever roam the woods,
I never roam alone,
For I know the trees are living,
And would try to steal my soul.
The darkness doesn't help much,
It reaches to my mind,
The night creatures
are always trying to get me,
They leave me petrified.
But ever since I've met you,
I've noticed your little gift.
The creatures of the night
No longer haunt my sleep,
The dark of the forest flees,
You've sent the boogyman
And his minions packing.
Ever since I've met met you
dreamcatchercrossed lines held so tautdreamcatcher3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
seem to say something about
the state of your heart
i know you hate to say it but
you're falling apart, right?
with all those dreams in the dark
that make life pale in comparison
but you're still out there, aren't you?
and you're waiting for me
just as beautifully broken
fallen demigod with gold running
from your thin fingertips
ready to graze me with just one touch;
i await your purification
through secret kisses and
a love that will break my bones
with the sweetest of words
and a kindness that will hold me
and make me understand for the first time
what it's like to feel whole again-
until my feet are
utterly incapable of
running away ever again.
The Beginning of the EndHe was four.The Beginning of the End3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
He played with his toys, occasionally twisting them into weird angles and breaking them, running and giggling around the backyard when his new friend came by for a visit.
He was six.
Elementary school was scary! It wasn't like kindergarten where everything is all nice and colours. You have to learn how to write, how to read and understand totally new words you'd never seen before, and do some of those stuff when you put together some numbers and put a symbol between it, it will make a different result. He was terrible at combining numbers, and thus, his grades made the school called his mum. He cried that day. He was then a shy, timid little kid.
He was ten.
By now, he had understood that no one was equal like his parents and teachers often said; the pretty, rich popular kids always get the newest stuff and they never seemed to catch any trouble. He, of course, wanted that, just like the rest of the unpopular kids, and tried to get close to them. Things got along well unti
Ten Reasons Why I Love SpidersTen Reasons Why I Love Spiders:Ten Reasons Why I Love Spiders2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1. They're unique. How many other creatures have eight legs, eight eyes, venomous fangs and spinnerets? The answer: none.
2. Their variety. There are more than 40,000 species of spiders known to man, plus lord knows how many undiscovered species, each one different.
3. Their webs. Only a few creatures on earth (excluding humans) can produce structures as complex as a spider's web, and none are nearly as beautiful.
4. They can survive a good long while despite operating almost entirely by sense of touch (although hunting spiders like jumpers and tarantulas have slightly better eyesight than web-builders).
5. You've heard it a million times, and you'll hear it again: spiders help humans by controlling the harmful insect population. Which would you rather have: a spider on the wall, or a thousand mosquitoes on your skin? Yeah, that's what I thought.
6. They're so adaptable! The only pace on earth you won't find spiders is in Antarctica. That means that spid
Sing.Sing,Sing.2 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing a song.
Sing a song we all know,
Something from long ago.
Sing us a melody.
Sing us a melody, full to the brim
with all our memories.
Sing us a song.
Sing us a battle song,
A mighty call to arms.
Sing to our hearts.
Sing to our broken hearts,
Full of broken parts.
Sing a song,
Sing a song we all know,
Full of memories from long ago.
One More Week"One More Week:"One More Week3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing-song about the bright, red fruit,
That sat in the middle of the marmalade sky
That was your favorite tune, you know?
The one you hummed before you died
Pick at the clouds like candy, dear,
Use them as a cotton swab
To rid your dirtied face of tears;
Ride the moon as an astronaut
You’ve only one more week
Send the ocean’s foam one last letter
And seal it with a kiss
Where you’re going, it’ll be much better
I know your heart is throbbing—
But, dear, the weeds that enclose your heart
Are resistant to pesticides,
Clip and they’ll grow again much stronger
You’ve only a little while,
Before the crabgrass squeezing your ventricle
Seems to fade away
And prick your finger on its spindle
Wave farewell, my dear—
Keep these meadows tucked in your knapsack
For we will meet again
And you will stay my friend
WordlessThere is a world I know, where everything is blank.Wordless2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For there is nothing to describe, the beauty deep within.
Where meaning has no meaning, for its definition does not exist.
Where the past is in the Past, for no one remembers what has been done,
for nothing has been said.
Inspiration is a withering rose, ideas are a shooting star, passions are a dying flame,
Because there is nothing that can spread or fuel its vitality.
There is a world I know, where emotions are all dead,
for no one knows how to say the words,
'I. Love. You.'
Inauspicious Lips"Inauspicious Lips"Inauspicious Lips6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your inauspicious lips and your vile slender hips,
As a drop of blood slips,
Down from the tips of the razor blades,
Hoping that the pain fades,
You're done with the charades,
Wrists full of band-aids,
It's a kind of pain that escalates,
Beyond all reason,
Can't comprehend the treason,
That life as dealt you,
And you wish that every body just knew,
How hard it is for you to push through,
Trying not to end it all,
So for now you just stall,
Until you receive the blissful call of death,
When you draw that one final breath,
When your inauspicious lips,
And your vile slender hips,
Tremble no more.
Theme Prompt - LinkA link to the pastTheme Prompt - Link6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Links to those gone.
Photos, stories, memories
Pieces of a life lived.
All that's left of
The people we loved most.
Match the DarkI suppose when you burn your last match in a dark, locked room, you know some things just won’t be right.Match the Dark1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've been in there all day, again, and I've waited until the very last moment before lighting my first spark.
The very last moment was dusk.
You see, I am absolutely terrified of dark. I was already having trouble breathing as I cracked match after match and when I felt the small cardboard box was empty, there was nothing more I could do than let it drop of the floor and close my eyes very tight.
Ironically, I thought shutting them would hide the darkness.
Every drop from the tap resounds like a bomb exploding. Every single one of my breath is a hurricane. I'm completely alone in the basement. In the city. Maybe in the world.
It wasn’t my parents’ fault I lived in the basement. You see, I am a monster. I’m not even exaggerating. So they hid me, for my own good.
That was twenty-five years ago.
The whole room was stacked with match boxes, just in case. Every d
In Due TimeWhen he was young, small, he was asked a question. He had no idea, at the time, how much it would influence his future. His life. His family, and everything. It was a deceptively easy question, even to the little boy who clung to the dirty paw of a stuffed lion and watched the double-colored male talk with his brother.In Due Time3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He patiently waited his turn, swinging his legs on the seat, and humming a song of no importance, as the blond boy threw his small arms out, the toy train which he held glimmering in the light of the room. The elder male with the two colored eyes rubbed his head, before turning.
"Now, little one, between the warring elements of ice and lightning, which would you select?"
The answer was almost immediate, as if he'd been ready to say it ever since they walked into this room. He smiled, blue eyes lighting up as he proudly proclaimed, "Ice!"
"Can you tell me why you pick ice?"
Wrapping his arms around the stuffed lion, he nodded. "Cause ice can help things more than lightnin
InsanityShe’s screaming again, but her shrill shrieks are nearly drowned out by that wailing baby. They’re gone- I made them leave- yet I still feel her fighting flesh throbbing against my palms. The steel bars of this cage- the ones in my head; the ones in my hands- reek of rust and guilt just as my mouth tastes of blood every night. Every night I smell her piss and sweat right before the blade struck; and every night I see her glazing eyes and parted lips submitting to me and the others because they told me to do it and they told me to do it so I did; just to get the hoarse whispers and grumbling voices to stop. Now they’re gone and I’m here and we’re together in my head and we’re happy in my head because they’re gone and I did it; I finally did it.Insanity3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
chemically"What do you think of when you think of me?"chemically3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
A hand against skin in moonlight-
A heavy sigh laced with warmth-
"What do you mean?"
A gentle pull-
"When you, ya know, think of me and love?"
I think of October breezes and warm cinnamon; the magic of Christmas through a child's eyes; the first breath of spring that God exhales with heavy lungs; the summer's clouds and raging winds that show the universe's true power.
I think of clarifying pools of blue and Indian's Moon corn; strong buildings that reach far past the horizons; trees that remember they don't lose their buds forever and bless the Earth with a blanket for winter.
The Fall Of An Artist: IntroYou know that dream, where you are falling, apparently from nowhere, into nowhere? Well that does not even begin to describe what has happened to me over the last few months. I went from being a great artist to being nothing that resembled my former self, changed, tainted by some kind of darkness. I have bled and I have cried. I have blacked out and I have created monstrosities. I have become an addict and I have hurt those close to me. I have felt like I was dying and still, though there seems to be light , I feel that it is still not over. I am Jason Lambesis and these are the events that ruined my life.The Fall Of An Artist: Intro3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AppleAppleApple2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
See it written
Letters on a page
Words in a cage
Cannot be contained
Like acid from my veins
Disgusted by my truth
The rage of youth
Spilling forth like venom
Taking all the life
Buried in the strife
Calling me gifted
When I'm bruised like spoiled fruit
But that's unnoticed
From the old
And set in stone
To mould into your prodigy
Falling from the sky
An angel sent to die
You ask yourself
Could it be me
It wasn't meant to be
You melt the gold
Coat the skin in cold
Until it shines
But it's a lie
You can't just dip and hide
Your golden apple
Rots until it's hollow
Empty like an egg shell
Cracking under pressure
To be better
Perform like a dog
And beg for spoils
Do what it can
Don't we all in the end
Just do the same
But it's not good enough
You push for more
There's nothing left to give
And then it breaks
Into a powdered mess
So fine it can't be fixed
And now what's left to do
But sweep it
Under a car
Ever-MadAnd I sit in the backdropEver-Mad1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
And sway to the tune
Of the rabbit, the raven,
The ever-mad loon.
And I stare with blank eyes
As the world becomes blurred,
And I wait for the end
Without utterance of word.
But the end never comes,
Only beginnings new,
And the rabbit had fled
And the raven had flew.
And the loon rested there,
At the top of my hat,
And he sang lullabies
With the ever-mad cat.
And I drifted asleep
While lullabies played;
And I met with a dream
Who had been led astray.
Said there was a rabbit,
a raven, a loon;
a cat who would sing
but he'd sing out of tune.
Said he'd been driven mad
from the echoes and screams,
and sadly I realized
that I was the dream.
Silenced TormentI manufactured glass heartsSilenced Torment2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
filled to the brim with emotions that would bring me
to my knees,
and I laughed maniacally at the way
it destroyed others. They were nameless screams
that broke into the calm
of the witching hours that haunted the night and
lulled me to sleep in the arms of demons
who only loved me to feel human.
We made love to the sound of broken hearts
and fractured friendships;
muffled sobs and blood-curdling screams,
blocking them out with frantic kisses that
stole my breath and caught my skin on fire
under their lustful hands.
Vocal chords contorted into sounds of agony
did nothing to sway my emotions,
but the demons whom I loved for false reasons
were tempted away to hear the
sirens of misfortune,
and I was left alone with my thoughts and makeshift hearts
I had yet to stuff into someone’s unsuspecting chest.
It was then that I realized
that the glass hearts I molded to perfection were modeled
after my own ever-beating, ever-hurting heart –
for I did not kn
A Split SecondOne moment I merely stood,A Split Second1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
listening to everything and nothing
when there you suddenly were.
Small, unimportant, fragile,
and utterly beautiful.
It took me awhile, to figure out how you should grow.
If you would charge forward or hang back
lingering with me for as long as possible.
Then you were there
and I knew just how you would be.
I was working, molding.
Figuring out how you would look,
how you would act,
when suddenly a random idea spurred me on
and it took place as part of you.
You were growing ever so fast,
with more and more dimensions
deciding how you would be,
how you would feel;
the summation of your existence.
Then a noise.
A sound of sorts,
a moment where my attention was divided.
One split second
and you were gone.
Did you really just blink away
without a moment of hesitation.
Out of thought,
out of mind
as if you had never existed.
Or did you go somewhere down
far, far away from me.
burying yourself deep
in the fog webs of my subconscious.
Do I praise
the other metalking with this other methe other me3 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
fighting it off
but accepting it also
get into fights
agree on others
making a choice
but finding out who i am
not knowing what to call it
but insisting on knowing
got this pit in my stomach
that my knowledge is knowing
but kept inside
till the day
when i figure it out
and know who i am
it may be good
it may be bad
for better or for worse
u'll always be my friend
the one i can talk to
when no one else will
i don't really feel lonely
even if im ill
uve always been there
even if i didn't know it
in the back of my mind always talking
i talk to myself more
thats what other people see
but to me
ik im talking to you
whether this is good or bad
we will see
but talking to you
will eventually bring me clarity
ENVYENVY2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The attainment of others fills me up like poison,
The more they get ahead of me, the more I'm like in prison.
Their achievements hinder my ambition,
Their great fortune blocks my vision.
Those with so much money in their hands,
Have deprived me and so I live in this banished lands.
Those with brilliant minds of this century,
Have robbed my knowledge and left me empty.
Those who lived with faces carved by angels,
Have led me to a life of no beauty and twisted angles.
Those with fame and fortune at their heels,
Have caused me to be at the bottom, never knowing what it feels.
Sometimes you have to let go.My eyes hurt with the sudden light filling the space around me. I have to blink a few times before my world becomes clear. You opened the cover and I was nearly blinded. I can't quite make out what you're trying to say to me. You seem confused. But that can't be right. Why would you be confused? You're showing me more of my world the longer you stay there. How is it that I haven't seen it before?Sometimes you have to let go.2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The contrast of black letters on the white pages create my existence. Darkness was all I knew, until you opened my book to read my story. Why did you do that, anyway? Why did you take this book from your shelf, when you had the choice of all the others? I think I should thank you for bringing light into my life. I can see myself, maybe not as you see me, but I can see nonetheless. I wonder if your world is like mine. Words for someone else to read, a story to keep someone company. I hope you stay with me a little longer. The light from your world is seeping into my story and I can feel warmth
A gaze of still WaterClear eyes,A gaze of still Water2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Canterbury Tale English ProjectThere was a man from a far-away town,Canterbury Tale English Project1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
whose face never contorted a frown.
He helped people fight their self-destruction
so they could regularly function.
From his motivational talks in a hotel
basket-cases were given a need to propel.
He had a somewhat tall stature and fair blonde hair,
along with wide eyes and a smile full of care.
Every day he wore a color-filled vest,
clothes-wise, he passed the test,
with black shoes all nice and clean,
giving off a glimmering sheen.
He seemed to be like this since birth,
this bright optimist, always full of mirth.
He’d drive from New York to California,
to help problems like dementia,
which was something his family suffered from;
the disease that left you confused and numb.
That was the main reason that caused him to help,
since no one could aid his brother’s yelp.
Yet no one saw behind this act,
always believing his happiness a fact.
When he arrived at his humble sweet abode,
his own demeanor changed to one of a toad.
Cometh onto meThere, There, ThereCometh onto me2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the brilliance of a dream
Come to comfort you and me
Sleep, Sleep, sleep
Rest now, my nightmare beast
Lay thy head upon marble stone
lie, lie, lie
The truth is a momentary gleam
Facts bursting in air as to a priest
Borne, Borne, Borne
Away in the flickering of a plea
Away, away, by thy mortal moan