Let's make the whole world listen
Let's take these feelings and make them substance. Give them a name and a life, removed from ourselves.
Let's create something that will make you sad just by looking at it, because loneliness hurts best when it's shared.
Let's call it art, and hope for something more.
But let's do it somewhere else, it's so fucking quiet here.
and we'll rotoh, poet boy,and we'll rot2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are not
or honey bones
& you have only
ever been a god
inside of your own head
American GirlDear Maybe-Mama,American Girl1 year ago in Letters More Like This
I was not a mistake.
It’s strange to think that exactly half of my DNA comes from you, and yet we could pass each other on the street and not even recognize each other.
I’ve never really believed in searching for you, my biological family. I never asked my parents the heartbreaking questions that Hollywood makes small, blue-eyed orphans ask: “Why didn’t my real mother want me?” I’ve never believed in any of that, and I don’t expect that you’d want me to, anyway.
But if we ever did meet, what would we even say to each other? I don’t speak Chinese, and you probably don’t speak English. But, in case you’ve ever wondered about me, here’s a little about myself:
I look different now. When you last saw me, I weighed less than fifteen pounds and could fit inside of a kitchen sink when I needed a bath. But today I am 19 years old and I’m probably taller than you – the nutrition in America is dif
I'd rather have Death as a friend, than an enemy.I'd rather have Death as a friend, than an enemy.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll give Death a persona. A face and a voice, so I can watch him as he watches me. So I can hear him whispering in the corner. I'll give him a hand to hold, so he can give me a touch to feel. And I'll keep him in the cellar, with all my other friends..
So I can look him in the eye and say,
"It never, ever, ends."
I had a bad day today. And you're always still so far away.. They're coming for me, I know, but I can't see them. We never are as good as we pretend. But I'll shelter you with my storm, we are disasters of our own design..
Death, my old friend.. Come to keep me warm again. Time wrapped me in your second skin.
You've come home to me again.
Pears and Peaches (Things They Don't Teach Us)On Monday, he eats peaches. His right arm is curled against his chest like an embryo and as I hurry by, I imagine that it is a side effect of a stroke brought on by grief.Pears and Peaches (Things They Don't Teach Us)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On Tuesday, he eats mandarins. He clutches the fruit in his right hand and peels it with the stiffened, arthritic fingers of his left. As I hurry by, I imagine that he earned that arthritis with a lifetime of labor.
On Wednesday, he eats bananas. He peels the fruit slowly, his rheumy eyes lost to memory. As I hurry by, I wonder if he is thinking of a lover.
On Thursday, he eats grapes. Some of them are brown and pitted, liver-spotted like his skin. As I hurry by, I wonder if he made it to the supermarket this week or if they are all that was left from the week before.
On Friday, he eats cherries. They are a rich burgundy and his lips are bleeding with the colour of them. As I hurry by, I notice that he has tucked cherries over his ears and he is smiling.
On Saturday, he does not eat
My Pagan SpiritualityA quick synopsis for me, speaking only for my personal beliefs and no one else....My Pagan Spirituality7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I believe in a Universal concept of God, which has male and female attributes, and which has no physical form, but exists as energy ebbing and flowing to and from us. I believe that all religions are reaching out to this divine force, but that the differences lie in cultural upbringing, family upbringing, personal reflections, studies, beliefs, and life's experiences. In essence, I believe that all beliefs are true and correct for the people that follow them, and that spiritual experiences are primarily a personal connection rather than a communal connection. We can gather with others for spiritual purposes, but in the end, the connection is a one on one connection with the divine.
Christian's have a holy book called the bible...they read from it, it tells them stories, gives them ideas for belief, and shows them the way they should live their life.
My holy book is not wr
Cheap VodkaAaron was gulping down his anger with cheap vodka, hiding from the world to drown in his self-induced sorrows. It was a routine, at times – fighting then drinking, drinking then fighting. It was as if he wanted it to happen. Today was no different, and the tears that ran down my face were a testament to how the day had gone. I had been beaten down by resentment; disgraced for having an opinion. I knew, at this moment, he hated me. And yet, I loved him. Don’t ask me how or why, but I did, and I wanted to marry him for some god-forsaken reason.Cheap Vodka2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We had been together for over two years, and I felt it was time to make that commitment. The night I brought it up, he began ranting at me again. He asked me "what difference would it make for us" and "why should we pay for something that wouldn't affect the nature of our relationship?" I couldn’t tell him, I didn’t want to tell him. I wanted to be myself again; not living in worry about losing him to someone else because I
We Died Here..We Died Here..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It ended here. And I would've loved you forever, but forever came sooner than we ever could've imagined.
I couldn't take you down with me. You were my first, and now I'll be your last.
The beginning of the end happened here.
I can see the outline of your body buried in the ceiling,
As the windows begin to run red.
I miss the touch of your hand against my skin,
Even when it was always only cold.
I was just never any good at killing this feeling, so I hid it in the floor.
Now I feel you watch me from the walls.
The ghost of your breath sends shivers down my neck.
You whispered to me as I slept, "Forever is where it all goes wrong."
It echoes in my head, a memory of you in place of my heart.
This is where we met our end.
The Werewolf's HuntThe moon is high in the sky...The Werewolf's Hunt6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stars are shining bright.
The students break away from their groups while on their way home.
I follow them many yards away, but she's still in sight.
I walk casually step by step, not wanting to give them fright.
Block after block the group depletes, My shadow moves with silent feet.
Another block down with one mile to go, but now my precious is all alone.
I give a slight cough in teasing play.
The prey turns back then looks away.
On the back of my neck, hair tingles with delight.
As I smell the fresh scent of all her fright.
I see her shudder and move quicker in pace,
But I'm sorry my dear it's already to late.
My fur bristles up and starts to spread,
My stride starts swaying, I'm seeing red.
She looks back stunned, the look on her face.
She screams and runs, now I shall chase!
I chase her down, she can't escape.
As soon as I saw her I knew her fate.
The lively feeling of the hunt, hunger rises hormones jump,
But it's all the same to me. I just love the
catharsis.i.catharsis.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The devil watched me dreaming,
kissed my wrists
and painted my lips with blood.
I bartered for my place in heaven,
but I was buried too deep
to be heard.
He pushed me
out to sea and I
valiantly tried to drown.
a billion dollar industryeight by eight and four seasonsa billion dollar industry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I take my atypicals like vitamins
stable, and my days squish
I'm looking for an edge
nights not shut down
but not sharp enough
to break me, not me
enough to cycle one
by four, blue rocket fuel
will push the limits
unveil you, unravel you
until you find undefined
normalcy natural stability
one by four, M-marked
will twist your fingers
tamp you down
temper you, tame the
wild thing, sleep it
silence it, slow your pen
peace patience penitence
open like a fruit, like
a cracked safe, spill
yourself on the table
you can pour your own now
your fingers are monitored
in a desperate walk for freedom
measure it out, if it
was a liquid you'd take
1.5 CCs of sanity
if it was a liquid it would be
terracotta and sage
white-marbled and malevolent
and if it was a shot
you'd knock it back just as hard
Once Upon a FairytaleOnce Upon a Fairytale3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Once Upon a Fairytale
Once upon a fairytale,
I believed in you.
I believed in happy endings,
In a love that was true.
Once upon a fairytale,
I thought that Mr. Right
Would come riding upon a high white horse,
To take me away into the night.
Once upon a fairytale,
I believed in dancing in the clouds
In a long, pink, flowing gown
Dancing high and proud.
Once upon a fairytale,
I believed in finding forever
Right away, the very first time
However . . .
Fairytales don't exist.
They're a mere twist
There's no prince to sweep me off my feet,
Lead me up the stairwell.
Now I know...
My life isn't a fairytale.
AnubisHail Anubis, Caretaker of the dead!Anubis5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With midnight skin and silver eyes
you beckon me to bow my head
And submit to your mystery.
Hail Yinepu, Eternal one!
Elder god, unfettered you reign
your mighty will be done
as you glide between the worlds.
Hail Khenty-amenti, guarding where we lay
The silver sand of the moonlit desert is the path.
Your screaming jackals lead the way
To descend to your linen embrace.
Hail Uapuat, Judge divine!
You who test the mettle of our hearts
and open the way to receive the sign
Your gentle kiss awakens my rebirth.
if you can't stand --my mother flicksif you can't stand --2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the flame
under the black
in the lamp-light
when she sees me
and boils over
my head hits
the bittersweet wall-to-wall
cosmos in my eyes
under the table
like evenings of liver
onions limas and sit
there until you eat
i guard the injuries
turning from indigo
HealingI felt her breatheHealing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across my skin
in gentle undertones.
She pressed her
against a hollow soul
into damaged wrists
and fragile bones.
With a kiss,
she shaped my body
beneath quiet, loving hands
with soft words in whisper
she tells me
she'll never understand.
Gelotophobia-AmericaAlfred F. Jones, personification of America.Gelotophobia-America2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the strongest countries in the world. A "superpower" as some would say.
Quite possibly the only person out of the Allies that would take time out of their day to help someone. He can't even count how many times he dropped everything he was doing to help Arthur or Matthew out when they need help which is mostly all the time.
Yet, he treated the exact opposite by everyone else.
He dreads going to those meetings. It never turns out nice for him.
All he ends up doing is going home and venting out his fustrations on his video games.
It is also the reason why he eats a lot. Though he regrets it because the reaction that comes from him doing so is his biggest fear.
He hates it. Oh how he hates it so.
Still, even when it happens, he manages to keep the smile that hides his feelings to ev
INTPWe are architects.INTP4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We roam the empty streets that we've created.
We block out the ones who could help us most.
We are vain in our conquest to get things done. To create. To envision.
We are pressured by ourselves and self driven. Almost to a point of madness.
We are united and alone. Builders and constructors.
We are the ones who build the floor beneath you and the roof above.
We give no regard to our appearance, only to the appearance of our work.
We stress over the smallest of the details, refining it and reconstructing it until it is absolutely perfect.
We could care less about our families and friends and loved ones, or care to a point of obsession.
We are the worst sort of people. The ones no one wants, but everyone needs.
We die too young or live too long.
We are the ones who no one can understand. Or would want to put in the effort for.
We are the ones compared to geniuses and psychopaths alike.
We are alone.
We are architec
My Last WordsI venture forthMy Last Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the next life
bound no more to this body
I bid thee to grieve not
nor shed tears of sorrow & remorse
For where the wind blows
I will be present
Where the rain falls
I will be there
From the Earth I came
to the Earth I shall return.
Live! Love! Be Content!
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.Leaving Southampton3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s