The KnowingThe KnowingThe Knowing15 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
a minimalist walked into a barHe died.a minimalist walked into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
OSV Ch1 The creature~It's after Strangers Wrath, maybe sometime later on in OTOO (Oddworld: The Oddballs Oddysee). Stranger has defeated Mr. Sekto and set free The Mongo River, bringing the grubbs out of poverty with more fish and water to survive on. The clakkerz pretty much rejected Stranger after finding out he was a steef, being the violently ignorant idiots they are, and continue clacking, gossiping, laying eggs and whatever else goes on in their boring little lives. The jail cells are cram-packed full of outlaws, who basically swim amongst each other to move. Stranger is doing just fine, and resides in the grubb villages, living with them and occasionally going off on his own to explore around Mongo Valley. Since Sekto is gone and the outlaws are all locked up, no one is gonna cause Stranger or any other innocent people trouble, right? No enemies, right?OSV Ch1 The creature9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Stranger breathed in deeply, then out again
1000 Paper CranesI.1000 Paper Cranes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We whispered prayers into the corridors
while I spoke into your ribcage,
telling lies to our skeletons
to help you understand.
you said they loved
watching me wax poetic
while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes
cover our skin
while I taught you how to fly.
(you were always too afraid to fall
and too afraid to land).
It wasn't lovesongs we sang;
it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe
but you said ghosts exist
and without sins.
I told the doctor
his medication clipped your wings.
I fed you sweet words
tucked in between
While I cried in secret every mo(u)rning
pressing tears beneath
the fragile scales
The doctors said
we needed to prepare.
I told them I was kissing
hoping for a wish.
we counted every soft bruised bone
with lover's temperaments
as your temperature rose and fell.
The doctors crushed them in their hands
when they spoke of vital signs
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.
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX12 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
OSVCh2 The Hunt Shall Begin...The young grubbs played in the shallow banks of The Mongo River, splashing and laughing. Harmony had been restored by Stranger and the grubb warriors after they had fought Sekto and destroyed the Sekto springs dam, freeing The Mongo River. Some clakker settlements had suffered, becoming flooded, but the grubbs came out of poverty, having more water and fish to feed themselves. The wolvark threat had been eliminated, so no one really picked on them anymore. Stranger had given up bounty hunting, since he was quite happy just living with the grubbs, and Alex, his human friend, and the clakkerz didn't want to see him anymore, thinking that steef were insane animals, not an intelligent species.OSVCh2 The Hunt Shall Begin...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Stranger was sitting with Alex and Frayda, curious about the thing that he had seen.
"Are you sure?" Said Frayda. "Maybe you were just tired and seeing things?" Stranger shook his head.
"Yes. I know I saw it."
Frayda got up, and walked away. For a moment Stra
memories - i never hadmemories - i never had12 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
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
radiate.radiate.12 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.
OSV ch10 Being Stalked Stallion walked through the forest to get back to his house, through dark woods with branches above his head that didn't let in much sunlight. His glasses glinted in what little sunlight there was coming through the trees and he was alert for anything he could hear. His house was ahead somewhere, hidden in the trees, hidden from most people. At least no one had found it yet… Like how outlaws had found his parents. He shuddered sadly at the thought. He heard a twig snap behind him and his ears shot up, looking towards the direction where it had came from, alert and afraid like a rabbit. "Who-who's there?" He stammered nervously. There was a long silence and no one answered. He walked away slowly, still watching that exact spot, paranoid and afraid. If some outlaws found a steef, they would kill it for its head for the cash… Like his parents fate.OSV ch10 Being Stalked9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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.
Rayman Raving rabbids ETJC WARNING:Rayman Raving rabbids ETJC9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The following is an old Rayman fanfic of an old game with a lack of details, literal quotes of Rayman gibberish, a wimpy villain-sue, a cliche tough-girl character who knows some canon characters and at least three different Rayman universes (First game, second game and cartoon) badly tied together. Read at own risk.
It was a quiet day outside and Rayman was having a picnic with some of the baby globoxes the birds sang, butterflies flew by and Rayman was sitting on a blanket like the other three green globoxes who spoke in their little globox baby-talk.
Uhuh! Ehem! He said, making the others be quieter. It was a lovely
Crash Twinsanity: ProloguePublished by Vivendi Universal Games...Crash Twinsanity: Prologue9 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
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.
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
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king