The Glow of Candlelit EyesAlone in dark decay and dust
on old wallpaper floors
-spark, fizz, hiss-
a scant stick on scorched fingers
the glow exposes shaky shadows
flickering against the soot
Close to the floor, concealed by cloth,
something shimmers twice
Feathers of flame dance on glistening black
wet and shimmering still waters,
They savor the silent sensation
this impassive camaraderie from the
moons in another pair of eyes.
The yawning window welcomes a gust
levitating curtains and hair.
It shatters the moment,
murders the gleam
the swain recoils and
vanishes between the cracks.
The Memory of MomentsLife passes like a scent drifting on the flowing breezeThe Memory of Moments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caressing your senses for an instant
before moving on to wherever we all go.
I hope my gentle touch isn't too brisk
and that the chill doesn't
leave your nose bitten by frost
when I've gone,
but instead I wish to be
comforting coolness on a sunny hillside
to sweep over your moist hot body
and provide relief to you for a time.
And you shall remember those happy times.
I hope that in the memory of me you will recall
the pleasant scent of cinnamon or ginger
mixed with rose petals or lavender
and so every time you walk by that bakery we know
or stroll through our garden
A Portrait of A PoetShe spends most days dreaming of beingA Portrait of A Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning quick, talented,
and oh, oh-so beautiful
and her days are truly just beginning
As she sits in Science class, writing out
frolicsome metaphors brimming with emotion
her confidence is pining
from deep hurts and a broken heart
yet she finds inspiration most in unhappiness
So she scribbles down painful thoughts
amongst her oblivious classmates,
hoping the words will come
Her skin radiates sunlight, as
Phillipine blood runs in her veins,
and she rests her head in Thailan
EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushingEcstasy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...
and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish
Letting GoLetting Go3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember exactly where I stood.
I remember the feel of the cool rain on my skin.
I remember the scent of the coming of Spring.
I remember everything about that moment, as if I'm frozen in time.
I remember how it felt as your hands slipped out of mine.
I remember the way your voice sounded different, hollow.
I remember the way your hair moved in the breeze of the incoming storm.
I remember seeing the emptiness in your eyes as a flash of lightening shot across the sky.
I remember the taste of salty tears running over my lips and dripping off my chin.
I remember hearing the breaking of my heart.
I remember seeing you walk away.
An EverydayThe sky changesAn Everyday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before my eyes
on the horizon
SplintersI grew from the ground,Splinters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
developing from flimsy
to hardened wood,
weathered and matured,
growing thick skin
to cover the scars.
Then my perfume echoed and
the sound shook the ground around me.
And I fell into the hands that
brought me to you.
You smelled different, sweeter.
And you said you liked my scent too.
Our scents, cedar and spruce
combined, filling the air
with passion, romance, love..
and we stuck ourselves together that day-
joined by lavender glue.
Our union was strong,
strong enough to feel as though
we would never part-
But if only it had lasted forever.
and with the time, chan
Just Love"Why do you love me?"Just Love3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'd asked this question countless of times before, but never seemed to understand the answer. The answer was always different, yet it was never solid and never was reason enough for me. Things like, "because you're beautiful" or "because you're a great mother" or the infamous "because you love me." They all seemed obvious. Still not good enough reasons to me. The reason for my disbelief was given in his answer this time.
"I don't know."
At first I didn't know how to respond. I could have been offended. But I wasn't. Then he continu
High on Pink Rose PetalsHigh on Pink Rose Petals3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool breezes brush the sunny heat
off pale freckled skin and
Hazel-brown eyes look up
watching the blue and white movement in the sky
through the dancing leaves surrounding white tree-bark
Soft cool velvet tickles the senses
and she drinks it in through smiles and heartbeats
High on the scent of pink rose petals
Shattered Glassi was afraid to pick up the shattered glassShattered Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was afraid it would cut my fingers
but i had to try
at least looking at the fragments was a start
each cutting word that tore away at me
each backward glance from that pretty girl
the one with the freckles and unfriendly smile
she said it was impossible to be friends
i was too ugly
i didn't understand
i thought i was pretty
i saw big brown eyes and light skin
a complexion with hints of pink and the freckles that i liked
my sisters said I was pretty
but i guess the kids at school didn't think so
i started wondering what ugly was
and i started looking for the ugly things
like the sh
Peace Is...PeacePeace Is...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath bare toes
Speckles of sunlight
filtered through leaves
falls softly on smooth, warm skin
Heat rises humidly
from the body
along Earth's surface.
Her light breath brushes
the heat from damp skin
like a fly
as eyes trail the
lines of a page
Picture of DeathIt's so coldPicture of Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bare pale feet rest
on solid stone earth
Plain gray dress
shifts slightly in the breeze
Pale glassy eyes
cold as slate
A raspy gasp
stolen from her chalky lips
shatters the silence
Her breathe forms a plume
in the wintry air
It rises above her head
a fountain of steam
connecting her frigid form
to the gray sky
Black tresses swirl around her
Her eyes close coldly
and she falls
graceful as a bird
plummeting to silence
Intro to NowhereHer voice, relaxed and almost sleepy, crackles over the speakers of his old tape cassette player. It's late to still be at work. He sits alone at his desk, his feet up, ankles crossed, his chair angled back sharply straining to hold his weight; and he listens.Intro to Nowhere2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Most people in this world fear death.
5 second pause.
I am not one of those people.
After a short pause, she sighs.
Actually, I look forward to it. Even wish for it sometimes.
5 second pause.
It would be the ultimate escape.
Charlie's brow furrows as he listens. He takes his feet down and opens his drawer to take out a pen and make not
tummy talkinghalfway between her head and her toestummy talking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i spend most my life beneath a veil
too thick to see through but warm and soft
and i'm comfortable here, shielded from the prying, judgmental eye
which i know she avoids even more then i do
the usual is a glimpse of light
when one piece of cloth is replaced with another
and once in a while i get to see myself when she finds a private moment to peer at me
sometimes her green eyes seem curious, gazing at our reflection in the glass
at other times she is loathsome and i wonder what i could have done
to make her hate me so much
but i especially like the hot showers she gives me
where i am complete
A Moment of ContemplationThe evening was a bit chilly as I strolled through the park. The sky had that strange lighter blue look to it that made it almost white, but not quite, but I couldn't see any clouds, necessarily. As I contemplated the sky, my eyes focused on the branches of the trees above me where two silhouettes sat like black statues. Then suddenly one of their heads moved in one quick motion, almost robotic. The beak was visible now and I saw it open for a moment and as it sounded its strange and unique call, I saw the breast feathers rise as its chest puffed up while it spoke.A Moment of Contemplation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their dark feathers reminded me of Edgar Allen Poe bits and those strange
Christmas Plum JamIt was to be a different kind of Christmas this year for the little family who had packed up their little home into a little white trailer. They had then driven the many far-reaching miles to the big beautiful mountains and white sparkling snow of the state of Utah so Daddy could start school by the big Y on the mountainside.Christmas Plum Jam2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Little Jimmy and Krissy helped Mommy at home during the day, while Daddy was at school. As the holidays grew closer, worry lines began to appear on Mommy's face as she contemplated what to do about presents this year.
One day Mommy had an idea. She had recently learned how to make jam and wanted to give jars of jam
The Three Little LoversBrick by brick, a couple builds their love.The Three Little Lovers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
First brick is kindness, then respect,
communication, among other important things
and the wall grows with each stable brick,
until the big winds blow and
the wall comes tumbling down,
a big heap of values and well-meant qualities-
and they wonder
What happened to their lovely wall built from virtues and importance?
Another couple tries building their love
from the mortar the others missed.
They glob it all on with their holding hands and everyday kisses.
They have lots of cuddle time and the best sex ima
the first breath afterwardstatic runs within my veinsthe first breath afterward2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pricks my toes
sending numb sensations through
my body in waves and i am the snow on the screen
hushing the room with its noise
a distant screaming crowd
roaring as they fall and fade
my hair sticks to my neck
and heat drips from my skin
leaving pathways for electric currents
to travel their course
give me life again
but i can't breath
my throat is full of sand
the salty taste catches flies
and throws them out again
as my body convulses
my eyes fill and overflow
bees escaping through my tears
stinging as they fly away
black specks in above blue
leaving laughter behind that falls to
Childish HeartsChildish h e a r t s,Childish Hearts3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flawless and whole,
run b a r e f o o t
without any cares
They p l a y with the night
through storm-cloudy dreams
flying in and around
s o m e w h e r e s
F a s t e n me
to my childish heart
with t h o s e little
The ProdigalI stood in the driveway studying the tree, stalling. The snow coated everything around me in a lovely, soft white. Each little branch had its own layer of ice crystals - like the tree itself was putting on its winter coat. Although the wet mush was still falling from the sky, drenching my hair, I still stood there. I couldn't move from that spot. This was the first time coming back to this house in... well... so many years. I didn't even know why I had come back.The Prodigal4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So there I stood, letting my body freeze in place under the wet snowfall. It was fine. I'd rather solder myself to this place with the ice and never move. How had I gotten myse
Through My WindowHer house was the one next to mine. Yesterday, it had the "FOR SALE" sign just outside next to the mailbox and today, they're moving in. I saw her get out of the truck and just about had to scrape my face off the window. Luckily, my bedroom window faced the street where I watched her help her parents unload the moving truck. They had a lot of stuff. After about an hour, my mom knocked on the door telling me I should go help. I think she knew I'd like the girl. I wasn't too curious about a lot of other girls from my school because I'd watched them all grow from that awkward elementary school stage. But this girl she was newThrough My Window3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This