memories - i never hadmemories - i never had11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
memories (i never had)
i can feel the taste of tears
rising in my throat
keep it down
we don't want to wake the neighbors
with our sympathies
our word addictions
for the faceless names
that have snuck from between the dusty pages
grabbed our hands
and led us on a merry dance
through the dark apple tree forests
shadows in the moonlight
no reflections in their empty eyes
i reach out my hand
grasping for yours in the dark
the figure in the chair by the pool
looking out over the sea
but it is only fiction
that holds us apart
and your face is just a suggestion
over the sound of crashing waves
close my eyes
and smell the salt
feel the whisper of your skin
as you pass by
New Orleans MinuteNew Orleans Minute11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time sashays like a creole strumpet,
barefoot and brown down Rue Madeleine
past this window, this table,
where gumbo steams and shrimp tails
clutter my plate.
A molasses haze fogs the lamplight.
A young man too full of libation
succumbs to this damp heat,
bent nearly double,
splatters his feet.
A coasting cabbie slows to say,
Laissez le bon temps rouler
and laughs until his brakelights fade.
The KnowingThe KnowingThe Knowing14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by jsenn (Joy Senn)
not quite the same
not quite the same as before
before the papered golden ring
before the child from swaddling grew
before the hand of unheard aches
touched us here and here and here
we never knew
I swear to you, we never knew
(we live forever. don't we? nope.)
(does it get better? yup.)
falling leaves . spring renews . summer's sweat
I do digress
now is more
more than before
now we know the knowing
and the power in the word
knowing some mountains won't be climbed
knowing some oceans won't be crossed
knowing the awful wait does end
that patience is not the heavy load
knowing even this
...the rose's scent before the sniff
and this...oh, this, of greater import now
knowing the slightest grin
the unseen move
the imperceptible glint of eye
the elegant, the elegant
there you have it, boiled down
hopes and dreams, love and life
contained by the beginning
smooth assurance, abiding time
magnificentmagnificent11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today, dead people are two feet farther from the sun.
All this white and the sterile icebox cold
has contracted my lungs and pupils
and replaced the cluttered punctuation in my head
with the sanctuary of winter.
The snow has me using words like magnificent again,
things I never thought would cover
the landscape again.
Today, I woke up with the feeling back in my arms
and my hands were damn near frozen.
I was in need of your hearth and homemade
bread served on a table made of
wood, whose grain is swelling with the heat.
It must be that in the night, some small creatures
found the hatch to my heart,
the levers and controls of my love.
But just the same, I'm starting to thaw
and I'd like you to be there
to stare through panes of glass with me
holistically at the pagan scenery.
asea, tonightasea, tonight10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass,
the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight.
You let me in and suddenly I'm in
a room of profound poets, who sing their verse
through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs.
The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings—
tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat.
There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys,
those wailing notes like Miles would have played.
And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks
away at the tired shape the body makes,
he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing,
it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz,
tonight. Tonight!— We can be alive, tonight.
And I'm in the corner, no horn in hand, not even
a cigarette for now. I'm just a shadow this evening,
no harmony for me. Just silent taps
of thumbs on thighs; of a breath before sirens sing.
Tonight, blue tunes knew the way through a smoky
sea—found me… Last I heard they were still awaiting
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
I Hate You, GirlSo, you're in love, huh?I Hate You, Girl5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your boy must be wonderful.
Just like the last one.
radiate.radiate.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love you my blood wench... my thump thump heart beat kiss me with a soldering iron... melted maga eyes ....burn me burn me... burn a hole through me... see right through me... fly a kite through me and laugh at the double dips and loppy loops that your thousand blown kisses produce.
use the back door my three footed mariachi maestro. and enter the dreams i have. of silken locks of petrified tears. bruised fruit and ripe wishes. i adore you. call me as your expert witness and i will surely testify on your behalf. i will paint rainbows with your eyelashes. watch you blink in ultra violet.
you mean the milkyway to me. help me recyle plastic bottles and weave wigwams with our wet dreams... i love you like aliens abduct and ears are shaped like question marks. sing me a song of trivial riddles and hum a sweet tune of soft answers. tell me of your grandmothers afgans the body
to my former self -i.to my former self -6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a dim and exhausted new york subway train - i
surrender my fingerprints over to dirty railings and
my body stretches like a mayan temple over his landscape.
my sun drags itself across his skies to his brutal moon
prowling the outskirts of our madness. he says
bend yourself to these sights, love.
recognize, but never accept.
i want your filthy and bruised hope
on my table. he was
saturating space, says - how much
do you love your world. eyes screaming
alive over and over again. you can do better
he says, but you want to do worse.
a giraffe crawls out of my dead skin and is silent,
but stares with fat-sky eyes. its tongue snakes
and wraps around my wrists, shakes me
in a language that says my pores
are clogged and taste like
Africa and Ireland:
magic and desperation.
the conversationalistthe conversationalist11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slit-eye winter sun-
rise buried to the hilt
as if you
'd answered my every fucking
question speaking french-
it's October again, my darling
for pity, oh. for pity's sake, this
talking in morse or
semaphore is getting
by the day.
these icy fingers
are not persuaded by my plea of self
defence, the jury's
out, the cock has crowed,
the books are
falling from the shelves
like dodgy tape recordings of
conversations overheard in dreams,
what I want to know is why,
I had my mouth ajar as if to speak,
as though the distance between my
tongue and lip
was suddenly too far.
arabesquethe cooling palm of youth'sarabesque11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
extends in equal and opposite motion
to the hot, bright tongue of LOVE,
tying my core to yours
like two red apples on a branch.
OTOO Ch 10 Mud SlavesThe alarm sounded. Time for work. His eyes opened slowly, and he steadily got out of bed, drowsy. It would be his first day of work with his robotic arm. He went out of his 'house', and through the shantytowns, then heard a deep voice behind him that made him jump.OTOO Ch 10 Mud Slaves9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He froze, and turned round. It was just a big bro slig, probably Brutus, since he had a can of blitzpacker in his hand.
"You're gonna look after the muds at the edge of the barracks, since no one else is available." "Oh… Okay…"
He went through the barracks, and to a desert-ish area, with dusty earth, and barbed wire which went around the entire barracks. The slig lady stood there, probably because she had nothing better to do, and a group of sligs walked with some modokuns walking in front of them, their hands tied behind their backs.
"Ouch!" A younger modokun was kicked to the ground, unable to use his hands to break his fall. An older slig laughed, along with the others behind him. Dimitrio felt anger build up
Crash Twinsanity: ProloguePublished by Vivendi Universal Games...Crash Twinsanity: Prologue8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Developed by Traveller's Tales...
Three years ago, after Crash Bandicoot: The Wrath of Cortex's ending, Dr. Neo Cortex, a yellow big-head scientist, and Uka-Uka, an evil witch doctor mask, got defeated once again, but Dr. Neo Cortex's space station was destroyed, leaving him and Uka-Uka preserved in ice in the frozen wastes of Antarctica...
Three years later, N. Sanity Island was quiet and peaceful.
The scenario now is of a sunnyside area, where a little circular house is in the background, the quiet, peaceful jungle, the grasses being so green and filled with fragrance and joy. A pink, purple-spotted butterfly appeared, followed by a young, she-bandicoot, in her teenage years. She has blonde hair, tied back into a simple ponytail, she has emerald green eyes, which gleams like icicles being in dim, dark caves. She's wearing a white, short-sleeved shirt, with light blue short cuffs on the edge of the sleeves, a small, pink flower on the middle of
How to Win an ArgumentEveryone gets into arguments at some point in their life. Electronic communication receptacles are no exception. If anything, one is more -likely- to find that it is easier to become embroiled in an online argument than anything else.How to Win an Argument5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. CAP THAT If there's one sure-fire way to make a point stronger, it's typing in ALL CAPS. Considering that there are many instances when sound can't travel over the net, one must find the next best available way to be heard. This "next best" way is through "shouting," which just happens to be done online through typing in CAPS. Just like screaming, shouting, and general tantrum-throwing in real life, this method is a highly efficient method of making sure that your point gets across and makes you seem ten thousand times more valid and understandable. Additionally, it makes your argument come on more forcefully and shows the opposition you mean "serious fucking shit" with your side of things.
After all, loud noises work with dogs and small
ADJL: Through a Dragon's EyesSeptember 11, 2001ADJL: Through a Dragon's Eyes8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ill never forget it
It was on that ordinary day when four airplanes were hijacked by a group of terrorists
One crashed into the pentagon
Another crashed somewhere in Pennsylvania
The other two? Well, take a guess
Right here, in my home of the NYC Right here, where Im at right now Where Im looking at.
I just got out of school and thought Id Dragon Up and fly through the peaceful skies of New York, letting my mind wander and relax for today. I still cant believe its been so long since that day. Six years since that horrible day. I still cant believe its been so long How time flies Probably as fast as how I flew through the skies of New York earlier today. Heh
As I was flying through the sky I couldnt help but see the empty skies from where I would usually see those two towers majestically standing tall. I loved how when I used to fly circles around those
Daddy's bellyDaddy's large belly protruded past the rest of us,Daddy's belly11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it gurgled
if it sensed the presence of an
In N' Out Burger close by.
It would shake a little
when he laughed.
It would rise and fall
when he slept.
It would demand much room,
when he drove mother's car.
It came to be that I was convinced
his heart was in that belly,
that it was big simply because
he needed more space.
His Death Certificate reads
H e a r t A t t a c k -
and a small part of me still wonders
why didn't his belly collapse?
Why couldn't his stomach
have attacked him instead?
Not his loving heart -
not his love that everyone envied, admired,
that beat so loudly
as though it were a Chinese gong.
I look in the mirror now
and wonder if my heart too,
is lower than it should be.
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
Abject GenteelAbject Genteel12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it starts off all twisted,
artistic and meek.
the sheets in a tangle, we tangoed,
in the sleek night.
our wrists chained to floarboards,
past my collarbone's palindrome,
(that sensitive hollow)
making impressions in memory foam.
onetwo, and threefour.
yes, go on-
rest your head here, and read what you wrote.
remember last night,
when that spot in my chest soared up past my throat,
and the light in your eyes
swallowed my conscience alive,
and we burned,
with the stars
and cared not to dream, but be rash: come undone.
on the bedpost.
we sang amid silence,
clutching at pillows and pretense,
feeding black scarves on my eyelids.
needing a breath-
as i sank,
through my webbed primidorial,
to the safety of bloodshed.
OTOO Ch12 Team Break-OutDimitrio sat on the sponge chair, staring sadly out of the window. They would be preparing the transport or whatever to bring him to Skillya- his freeing of those modokun kids had gotten him fired, and when a slig gets fired, they get sent to the slig queen Skillya-no one knows what happens after that, but you probably never see daylight again…OTOO Ch12 Team Break-Out9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I wonder how those modokun kids are doing…"
There was a footstep…
He froze in fear. The only person supposed to be there was him…
There was two more… More… Getting faster and faster… He darted round to see who it was…
It was only Slobber and the zrilufet, and not a deranged killer, but the sight of other people there gave him a fright.
"WOOF!!!" "YIPYIP!!!" They ran over to see him excitedly. Slobber knocked him over, and gave his face a wash with his tongue, and the zrilufet ran around excited.
"Alright boy, I missed you too! Get off! That tickles!"
He heaved him off, then noticed the zri
OSV ch12 continued On the Hunt She slipped through the door, and into the Docs Office. She looked around the room she hadnt been in before (No thanks to D. Caste Raider), seeing it wasnt much different. There was doors in the wooden room that lead to other ones, and a desk. Slouched over the desk was a green skinned creature, her head resting on her four yellow striped arms as she slept with closed eyes. Her bald head was covered in a tight tourniquet, and two yellow appendages drooped over her face. She panicked at the strange creature, before remembering it was Nikza. She tiptoed towards her as her two pets popped their heads out and looked around the room, and gently rang the bell on the desk.OSV ch12 continued On the Hunt8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She jumped as Nikza jumped. The green Zaymagon cried out in some tribal language, before falling off her chair.
I wasnt sleeping on the job Doc; just resting my eyes!