I've loved you for how long?5I've loved you for how long?52 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fornication makes you happy
No escape from society
Natural is not in it
Your relations are of power
-Natural's Not In It by Gang of Four
"Oh man, that's freakin' awesome" exclaimed Slash as soon as the Eiffel Tower was visible.
I rolled my eyes to that comment, after all I got to see it every single day of my life.
"It's not even that big" replied Skirt Man, now, that was offensive.
"For sure not as big as your ego" I told him with a big smile on my face.
There was an uncomfortable silence then. I looked at his band mates who were siting on the white leather seats of the limo and were scared of him. It was no
RemainRemain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Water trickles in,
among the weathered rocks,
and I cannot stop its coming...
I woke up from silent slumber,
the oceans ebbing lullaby of grinding earth.
Getting louder, stronger
silence of the mind,
And so I did until the waters crept in,
to softly remind me of life.
And life was realized,
Hands, arms, shoulders, back,
hips, knees, legs, feet,
Learn to crawl in sand.
Learning to walk on stones,
I learn to tread carefully.
Safe, sharp, unsure,
how much risk?
A young girl falls in love,
with anything she wants.
Flowers, birds, trees,
a beautiful ocean.
A young girl loves a man,
he hurts her regularly,
and she treads on heavy stones,
like bare feet upon the rocky shores.
A finger slides against the dam
grazing it softly
picking softly at its edges
but enough to peel it free,
and the blood rushes forward once again.
A scar forms
You (One Word)- For She Who Holds My HeartYou (One Word)- For She Who Holds My Heart1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Puts the colors in my vision
And I don't know fear at all
Life becomes a clear decision
Makes the darkest rainclouds fall
Everything becomes so clear
And I don't feel so alone
The reason I'm still here
The reason I am home
You're Not In This Alone Ch.1You're Not In This Alone Ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The camera glinted to the right of the small girl that had laid curled up in a little ball for over four hours. She was pretending to be asleep in case the camera picked up on her petite form... Or at least make those surveying the area think she was dead... To be a Killjoy was a dangerous thing in a new world run by Dracs and the BL/ind corporation. She was told to come to this exact location, an empty building that was once a summer camp in days long passed, to meet with a friend. His name was Mechanical Mayhem and he was also a Killjoy. Just like her.
The whisper caused her eyes to pop open and she heard the camera move away from her body to face the noise. She slowly moved into a crouched position and slipped behind a stack of crates, barely making it before the camera moved back to her. "Mayhem...?" Her whisper sounded too loud and seemed to echo in the silence. Silence surrounded her for what seemed to her like forever. Silver waited, Staying completely still until she h
The Convenience of EqualityThe Convenience of Equality5 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
The topic of marriage is no stranger to Americans in recent weeks. The Supreme Court, in a 5-4 split decision, ruled that DOMA (the Defense of Marriage Act) was unconstitutional because it failed to offer homosexuals “equal protection under the law” and that the purpose of DOMA is to “humiliate” and “injure” homosexuals who seek marriage.
No doubt a number of individuals celebrated the ruling, happy, perhaps, to see the archaic edifice of ‘traditional’ marriage burn and establish a sleek and modern “marriage” in its place. Many rejoiced at the new building, but many of us looked on and asked to see the building plans.
Arguments for “marriage equality” are many times the product of convenient reasoning. The typical strain of equality reasoning usually goes along the lines of this: We can’t expect everyone to go by one definition of marriage, nor should the government force one view over the other. Moreover, th
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch had fallen on hard times. He wasn't eating out of a garbage can or anything, but his income was much less than sufficient to live a decent life. He had started to try every which way to get extra money, odd jobs and the like. Eventually he gave up and went looking to the lottery for hope. Mitch honestly had never done a single lottery ticket nor had he any idea how it really worked, but he was desperate.
Mitch went into his local GT Seirots gas station for a ticket. He went up to the counter of the store and was greeted by a gorgeous woman. She was beyond description, he couldn't believe she was working at a gas station, even one as nice as Seirots. "Do you have any lottery tickets?" Mitch said shyly, regretting saying that because now she must know that he is new at this. "Oh sure right over here," replied the woman in the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Mitch followed her down the counter to the little lottery ticket center. There were a million of them he thought, some fo
GraceGrace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shower me with your elegance, your wonderful beauty and grace.
The echos of your voice, flood and infiltrate this place.
Compassion like a map, leading you back to home.
Understanding in a friend, giving you the strength to roam.
In the spaces we lie, so sure of the walls we build.
Maybe someday, the breadth of your being fulfilled.
Human MagicHuman Magic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at her!
Go ahead stare
Her breast pressed up
Her legs bare
Around her time slows
Details are enhanced
Like how her skin glows
And when by chance
You manage to charm her
You find you cannot harm her
For under the glowing skin
There is a steel spirit within
When some how you melt the steel
Her heart will reveal
Endless strength reserves
Concealed by her luscious curves
When you get through the strength
you find at length
that pure bliss
after you finally kiss
and bit more
as you start to explore
you trade your trip to heaven's gate
for this girl, greatest of the great,
But are not upset or filled with regret
Nor shall you ever forget
When you saw there
Hair pined up, legs bare
On the end of the bed
Ready to give up her maiden head
Nervous? Of course you where
It was new for you, and her
You nearly didn't do it.
You very nearly blew it.
As you turned to say no
Got caught by her body's radiant glow,
Black hair up, black tank top nearly gone
Green-gray skirt that was barely on.
Your Body Is A WonderlandOur hips lie adjacent to each otherYour Body Is A Wonderland1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as your hands clench and I
draw in a shaky breath.
This is exactly how I remembered us
and we easily pick up
right where our hearts left off.
The Real WorldThe Real World1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I smiled as I walked along the path and watched the autumn leaves peel up off the street and take wing and in balmy breeze that swept me off my feet. Up on the cloud I saw you blush as two angels dressed in white picked you up and sweep you off your feet to bring you to me. We gazed down at the city below which was ablaze with so many wondrous things. As the angels flew off into the setting sky, feathers rained down and kissed your face. I smiled as I leaned back on the maple leaf "Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there"
She turned to me and her smile lit up the sky around us. It made the air taste sweet like honey "I agree I wouldn't want to live there."
Soon she was weighed down by heavy lids as I sung a lunar lullaby but I knew she was wide awake because she smiled with her eyes. Another wave of feathers fluttered to the ground and caressed her face so I said "Reality is a lovely place but I'd rather be here."
A blaze took a light and the wildfire never looked t
Thanks GivingThanks GivingThanks Giving1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's that time of year again where we finally get together once more.
I usually hate these kinds of family gatherings as they only provoke mayhem and cause nothing but trouble.
Mother would tell us to sit at the big, old, and badly painted dining table located in our living room. We did not have any room for a dining room, let alone a proper kitchen. Nevertheless, I would strategically take my usual place at the edge of the table in order to avoid being in between the annual fights over who gets the last piece of chicken. No one would ever get to an agreement so I would give up my own food to make them happy. It's not my fault my siblings and I grew up in a big family and with a small income, so why would I let them suffer when there's something I could do to help or to make them happy? My dad would sit opposite me and glare at me with those ocean blue eyes full of sadness. I knew immediately what he was thinking; blaming himself for the way we turned out.
Gamzee Hates Morningsmornings are haRdGamzee Hates Mornings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tHe WoRlD has SHARP EDGES
aND mY tHiNk PaN's
tOo motherfuckin' clear
(i HaVe ThEsE THOUGHTS sometimes,)
like GaMzEe, wHy ArE yOu
so damn CHILL all the time
LOW-bloods your brothers?
and do you really believe in the MiRaCLeS?
iN tHe MoRnInGs,
it's more DARK than CARNIVAL
until I pULL out a sPeCiAl
(made late last night, cause i KNOW about mornings)
I can just hOnK
instead of HONKing, 'cause
eVeRyThInG gOeS hAzY aGaIn.
VoiceDear Sun,Voice1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can only speak to you. Everyone tells me, "Ishlae, go write your vows. Ishlae, go run to the augmenter. You're looking flat again." But I don't want to. I don't want to be who they want me to be.
When I went outside the village the other night, I wandered into the forbidden land. I heard a woman making wordless noises that were sweet to my ears like honey. Then, she added in words, and my heart raised up out of my chest to have a listen, too. It started to beat at the perfect times, making her noises sound controlled, and disciplined. I stood there, mesmerized by the two sounds combining into one.
That night, I told myself I would learn to make the noises too. So I came home. I walked into my room, vowing to fill it with the noises. Maybe my sisters would wake up, and make the noises with me. It seemed doubtful, for they were not rebellious, as I was. So I sat on the floor, yearning to make
Homestuck on OmegleI've been reading some Homestuck lately, and I decided to sPrEaD tHe GoOd WoRd ThRoUgH a ChAt WeBsItE cAllEd OmEgLe. I made up a question and went onto "spy mode" to watch two random strangers discuss it. Most of the time, people disconnected from the convo as soon as they saw my weird capitalization, but after a few dozen tries, I found a fellow Homestuck fan who proceeded to do a little mini RP of a few different trolls. Though it did get a little random toward the end.Homestuck on Omegle1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
You're now watching two strangers discuss your question!
Question to discuss:
"hAvE yOU hEArd thE gOOd wOrd AbOUt hOmEstUck???"
Stranger 1: hOnK )
Stranger 2: homestuck sucks
Stranger 1: destroying my miracles
Stranger 2: homestuck is for the weak
Stranger 1: UP AND DESTROYIN MY MOTHERFUCKIN MIRACLES
Stranger 2: Homestuck is for faggots
Stranger 1: then fuck, I'm a faggot
Stranger 2: O.o
Stranger 2: no...
Stranger 2: NO
Stranger 2: you can't give in to me
Why mother?Mother, why is it that the world is like this?Why mother?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've spent most of my life asking myself questions that I cannot answer.
Why is that?
Why is it that humans were given the privilege to be the world's primary race?
What about animals and other creatures?
They could have easily reigned over us.
Mother, why do we fight?
Why are we so jealous of what others possess?
Why do we wish everything were ours?
Mother, why do we live?
What is our purpose in life? Why is it that life became all about prosperity and not about reproduction?
Who even said that life was about reproduction?
Mother, why is it that this world has to be so unfair?
Why do others have priority over privileges because they're of different sexes?
Why do we have to be thrown away like useless bags of trash?
Mother, why is it that we must make others suffer so much just to live?
Why do we ruthlessly throw away other beings lives for our own personal and selfish reasons?
What gives us the right to do so? I'm sure if we were them, we
Untitled..i.Untitled..1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is pure poetic impotence
I didn't wash up onto
the shores of your consciousness,
only shoved my boat there
out of my own selfishness.
A life has happened
while I've been missing
staring out of blank picture frames
while you moved on
& forgot my name & the belonging,
charring the path back.
There is no reason for this
multitude of emotion
if it were not for me
you would still live.
I have lost the key to your heart
& like a phantom limb
only I can feel its twitching.
What right do I have to
invade your life again
I watched our embers
blink out a month ago
but you forged the wilderness
for new paths to joy
while I curled up in the fireplace
to paint myself in ash.
I was only brought in temporarily
to serve my penance
I have no place in your ecosystem
except as a parasite coming back
to ruin the beauty unjustly.
My phone sits cradled against
my false hope for reintegration
unable to dial myself back to you.
I told people you were having
Strings That Tie to YouI have so many wordsStrings That Tie to You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
churning in my mind
a hurricane with no eye
that spins & jockeys
until I'm blinded
& only seeing the print
like snow on a television.
In my dreams we have
hours long conversations
in a space so white
no walls or furniture,
just a never ending blankness.
We only exist from
the waist up
but also only heads
& you are happier
than I've ever seen
chattering like some
as rushes of color
tint the air psychedelic.
You are strong again
but by the time
I open my eyes
I cannot remember
anything we've said
all of it like a
garbled radio transmission
of dye & the sound of
I wake up & face a world
that bent you
text swimming my brain
like the English Channel
& never tiring.
If You Could Talk...If he could speak,If You Could Talk...1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he'd say that he was missing
how they used to love him.
He lays on the floor
and watches himself get replaced
by two younger, newer pups.
The little girl
is not so little,
not anymore, but he knows
that she remembers that time.
She is not so easily taken
with the new additions to the home.
If he could speak her language,
he'd let out a simple, "Thank you."
He tries, but it simply comes out:
Dear Could've BeenHello hypocrite.Dear Could've Been1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You would love to throw away everything that made you.
You'd do it in less than a heartbeat.
Your life has been so full of "if only"s that if you had ever acted,
the world would surely come crashing down on your head.
Just A Boy, Always A MonsterInstinctively, I search for you.Just A Boy, Always A Monster1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You, the one who tore through my flesh
only to pronounce me "not good enough".
Not good enough.
You were not the first to say such things,
but you were the original pioneer
to melt away my thighs and give way to a monster.
The memory of you has become just that
and it feeds off my loneliness
and it thrives off your deceit
and it has embedded itself in my brain.
And I will remember the way you forced your hand down my pants
as you pleaded that you loved me,
but you abused my body.
You were just a boy,
but you had the hands of a man
that knew exactly what they were doing.
Unordained PeaceYour heart beatsUnordained Peace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in irregular angles
under the bed
as I write this
black like a eulogy
or a funeral procession.
Hospitals are open
24 hours to save
the midnight illnesses
the insomniac seizures
& blood coming out
You wonder about
in the ghost hours
hitching & curling
& how it connects to you,
our lungs tied together
like balloons that bounce
off one another
& create static electricity
in the dream center.
I do not know where
to begin talking about you
the diaries left behind,
the poems aching
on every page of me,
the goodness stamped
on your heart chambers
but I'll start with this,
a poem against dying
& leaving us to clutch at
the straws left behind
of a body undone.
Against the illness
wrapping its fingers
around your throat
the books still unfinished.
Every Number CountsEvery Number CountsEvery Number Counts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One, two, three,
Four, five-five, that's it.
Five people make one family.
Three siblings total.
One mom, one dad,
Four trips to the grocery store a week,
Five birthdays celebrated a year.
Every number counts,
The number in our bank account
The number on the dinner bill
The number of children to feed,
The number of rooms that need cleaning.
Every number counts.
No matter what the numbers are they are recurring.
Never ending bills to pay, food to buy, and lives to live.
Together we can make every number count,
Every penny spent, every moment last.
We count what we have to make sure we use it to the fullest,
And that nothing is ever wasted.