The lilies she lent (old)The lilies she lent (old)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In some mystic woods, bloomed an innocent bud
It nurtured delicately; from the vile world she was shut.
But alas; 'fore she left, ten love lilies of red,
that withered only at her will, she plucked.
She roamed the wide plains, with her beauty ablaze;
her scent aromatic, earning many a praise.
Yet gullible was she; the sprout of love
homed in her when she met the boys gaze.
Such charm and enchantment; oh what lovely art!
His ways did betray purity of the heart
his wines curled around the innocent girl,
poisoning her soul with his impulsive darts.
Yet one, con by birth, never has a strong hold
over one true love only, thus her love he sold.
For worthless gains oh such pain the girl felt.
With her will, one love lily withered in cold.
Yet he tricked once again; a true fiend was he
and innocent she was, she blindly agreed
to give him a try, only one try, no more
had she only known how deceitful he could be.
He broke 'gain the ties, he engulfed her in pain
another lily did wilt, each
Arcana-AnimusArcana-Animus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ch.2 In Love and War
The crystal blue water was very inviting and when the young Arcana reached the edge of the river, the others were already in the water. Ulric had Aea and Lita wrapped in his arms. Balera was next to Lita a bored expression on her face. It lit up when the others showed up. "Come in" she gestured with her hand for them to join in for a swim. Yumay stayed behind she had a fear of water. She sat on the edge watching her friends. She placed a finger in the water making ripples. *SPLASH!!* Ariona, VIN, and Adrick leaped in holding hands and soaking everything within five feet.
Yumay continued to stare as she seen the other girls swim with such elegance and without fear. She wished very badly that she had learned how to swim and maybe she would not be so afraid of the water. "Aren't you going to go in" a warm and familiar voice asked. Yumay looked up to see Dis the local heathen you could say. Well actually, he was more of an outcast because of h
Arcana AnimusArcana Animus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should check on them," Ari said pushing her wet hair away from her eyes. "Ill go with you" Lita, Ariona's best friend said as she walked out on the shore. "YUMAY YUMAY" Dis yelled as walked passed the brush scraping his arms and legs along the way. He could hear Yumay crying in the distance. He tried to go down a small steep hill. Nevertheless, his heavier weight made him slip and he stumbled. Dis hit his head, and managed to pin his Foot. He yelled in pain, blood gushing from his wound. Yumay heard the racks tumble and Dis' wail. She was their in a flash. She ripped a piece of her shirt to try to stop the bleeding, but it was too much blood. "I'm sorry" Yumay said tears still in her eyes "this wouldn't have happened if I knew how to swim" She pressed her palm to his cheek. Yumay then turned to try to contact the others.
She rubbed her ankle bracelet and concentrated hard. "Dis hurt need help" was the only thing she managed to get through with all her emotions hi
Arcana AnimusArcana Animus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I promised Yumay I would teach her how to swim" Dis winked at Yumay "but rain check for sure" He grabbed her hand and kept walking in deeper "I'm not sure about this" Yumay looked towards Dis with concern and worry in her dark brown eyes. "There is nothing to be afraid of, except well me" he joked sensing a little hesitation. Dis pulled Yumay in closer to him and the water. Yumay yelped as the bottom of the river began to slip from underneath her. "Okay calm down take a deep breath, start kicking your feet" Dis began to explain the basics "good" he let her rap around his neck. "Okay I am going to let you go don't be scared, just wave your arms in circles like this" he demonstrated as he let go.
Yumay began to do what Dis told her and she did begin to swim. However, they both were unaware of the others who were in the middle of the contest. Something brushed past Yumay and she cried out in panic "Dis!" she said gasping for air as she went down. She reached out her ha
Arcana AnimusArcana Animus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's getting dark." Dis said aloud. "I'll be fine here after all I am Arcana am I not?" Yumay laughed. "Not a very good one." The girls lifted the boulders as much as they could, but Lita was not strong enough. "I think it's time we improvised." Ari gave a wicked grin, and Lita returned the grin with one of her own. "I'll be right back." Yumay rushed to help push the large rocks. The sun was gone completely and all but Yumay was worried. "When I count to three everyone pull."
Yumay commanded. "1...2...3!" All three girls pulled with all their might and managed to get Dis' leg free. "Are you all right, what am I saying! You better be okay" Yumay joked. "You have to be fit for your ceremony." "I'm fine, just get me home." Yumay felt guilty if she had not run off in the first place Dis would not be in this situation. "We have to get home now." The forest seemed like a living shadow of its former self. Everything was serene, everything stood stil
2: the first questionThe first thing I noticed was the fez on her lap. I saw it as I scanned the tube for empty seats; a flash of red in the corner of my eye. It perched delicately on her thighs like a small, unassuming puppy that stared at passerby with large eyes, silently daring them to challenge its right to be there. I gaped at it; the train started forward with a jerk and I had to grab onto the metal pole in front of me to keep my balance. The ungainly motion of my body lurching forward caught the eye of the fez's owner; I saw her look up at me quickly, then duck her eyes down to her hands, which were diminutive and pale and folded neatly in her lap, just behind the fez. I sneezed loudly into the sleeve of my trench coat and she smiled. It was for barely an instant—and, it was probably an attack on my limbs and their length and the strangeness with which they moved—but it was enough to cause an unfamiliar tug inside me, not unlike the movement of the train.2: the first question3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
with thanks to salingerAudio version.with thanks to salinger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's on those cold mornings
when you are nothing but indrawn breath
swirling and knitted up inside too-big
skin and weightless bones--
when the horizon arches up against
the half-thawed tendrils of sunrise
with golden teeth,
and smiling, begs--
it's on those cold mornings
when leaving is easiest.
the car will be cold, and you will
shiver, and the engine,
much too loud,
will smack of blasphemy
but you will find peace in the steady roll
of tarmac and the yellowing light
spilling across it,
with dust motes kicked up and carried
like fish in the undertow.
when you come to that first
crossroads, it will shock you:
the way the decision hangs there
trembling and desperate--
but there are no right answers and you will not
hesitate. and each successive choice
will be made of its own accord,
and you will roll the windows down,
and draw down the scent of ear
slingshot words.there are a million worlds living in your headslingshot words.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
begging to be wrapped around your tongue and released like a slingshot
into the heart of some stranger you may never meet.
Here's to the pastHere's to the past2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said my goodbye and I've ripped off my wings
It hurts my heart but I need to get over these feelings
I've suffered for so long under your reign
and I think it's about time that I end all this pain
I'm starting my journey into the begotten future
To find all the missing pieces of my heart that I need to nurture
I'll have to search far and wide and it make take a few years
but I'll grow as a person and face many of my fears
As I slowly grow older and farther from you
I'll never forget our memories and the day that you knew
that I was too much for you or maybe to little
and decided to leave me behind and not to dwindle
Sometimes I may stumble and cry out your name
but don't come back and re-spark the flame
I need to move on, we were suffocating each other anyway
From now on it will be only myself telling me "It's okay"
summer homei've rearranged the rooms of my chestsummer home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make room for you.
i won't say it didn't hurt
to make myself your Adam;
until you found a comfortable perch.
there, beneath my unguarded breast,
you construct your nest of
every lovely thing you've come to love
(while the rest of me flaps wildly
like moth wings against the cold walls
of my exposed heart).
i should've known you'd leave
when winter froze me.
don't apologize [for the ache].
you kept the beautiful bits of me
(while they died).
8.11.12Last night I dreamt; the moon waxed full,8.11.122 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pregnant and four times her size.
Earthbound, I watched as she birthed
planetary satellites orbiting her swollen mass
as they suckled hungrily on nearby stars.
You led me to the devil's playground,
and we swung so high that we could touch constellations–
our cocaine fingertips leaving a powdery smudge
across the skyline.
I called myself artistic nude,
resting in goddess pose, and you insisted we go clean –
We ignored the unrelenting pull of dark
and grey, drizzly days but nested in caves; shrouded by firelight,
dreamscape on walls, and
the feeling of sublime and secret love.
wanderlustshe was a s e v e n t e e n year old girl from nowhere [or was it everywhere?] with dark hair and long eyelashes and skin that was always pale white. when she was young she played in the poppy fields of greece and when she got older her tongue started yearning to speak italian and russian so that she could travel to other far off places.wanderlust4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born on a friday between two ice storms, and the first word she ever heard was b e a u t y. her mama told her that when she first opened her dark blue eyes, her pupil was surrounded by a ring of pure white. the blue stayed but the white turned to green [and from then on her eyes were always her favorite feature].
she always had nightmares, never good dreams, but maybe that's because she could never stop d r e a m i n g with her eyes open. all she ever wanted was dirt roads and stars and mud under her fingernails.
[maybe one day, when she's older, she'll take a crinkly old map and
bridgesrivers rush beneath my ledge of hope.bridges2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they've caged me in,
but my heart plunges towards its lullaby anyway;
and it's selfish.
but i am rarely selfish -
except for moments like these
when i let my mind wander and convince my heart it's ok to want.
it's ok to be free.
we're only window shopping for a better tomorrow
because we're tired of yesterdays
and it's ok to want something better
(even if we've no clue what it'll look like when we find it
and we're frightened we'll miss it).
we're afraid it'll drift by as we
play with our imaginary fires,
with our ideas of better days;
of better lovers
who are strong enough to watch
as our feathered soul perches
atop the suicide railing
of every bridge we've ever crossed.
they know that we can fly
because they watched as our feathers filled in.
they held back our talons with their fleshy love
as we ripped at their pulp and they begged us to stay,
to eat. we told ourself
that we are strong for
cagedother lovers sawcaged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i was a danger to myself
(i've always thought of it
as more of a challenge to trust).
they took their prison arms
to hold me,
to keep me from myself
(to keep me from hurting them).
some pushed my suicidal heart
from its shelf
thinking it was what i truly wanted
(to be free).
they watched, helpless,
unknowing of my thoughts,
as i stood on the ledge
with my calloused toes dancing over
and wishing on every feather
the breeze brushed
from my crooked wings.
but they had been clipped.
and how could i say,
"they should have known" -
who falls in love with a bird?
you fashioned a cage out of your chest
and set your heart aside
(to make room for me,
your wounded bird).
you forged a single key
and placed it carefully beside me
(afraid i'd spook easy
with those jerky eyes
rapt with you).
i hear your heart
beat lullabies from the closet
(and i only shut my door
to dance in private
because birds are hideous dancers)
and you always ask why
i'm so afraid to sing atop
Expectantwe're waitingExpectant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
emaciated souls fall among the
promises of a better day,
memories drape like skeletons,
and we sleep, hands together,
to try and be pious prior to death.
we forgot how long it takes to take
a life, as we write novels about heroes
and purity that we're too afraid to call
myths. the art of distraction is a
nasty one, at that.
the clouds are rending, it's always
hurricane season when the trees cry and
the oceans mourn. the heavens are
caving on top of us as the children
dance in the rain. purged clean,
washed out, they were expecting to be
free- but there are still spiders in their
throats, crawling through their voices,
and holes in their heads for the breeze
to whistle through.
they're the lucky ones, though, at the
end of the day. their vocabulary
only consists of the word please,
while we have a million ways to say
our only wishes are made to make the
horror corrode away
we're waiting to be saved
Old Loves and Sanity in a Lonely ChairLithographs of youOld Loves and Sanity in a Lonely Chair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waxing lyrical on the bookshelf
between love letters and lithium
and the taste of your breath.
wearing down like the sole of well-
I wait at the door
half in and half out
with so much to lose
In love, the world is collateral damage.I'm in love and it'sIn love, the world is collateral damage.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How am I supposed to wake up
every morning and open my eyes
and see you there,
being someone I love so intensely
that I don't know how to
write about it?
And how am I supposed
to wash my hair and
brush my teeth and
do the laundry and
all these mundane
you're in the other
over your books with
an intensity you'll
pay me later?
And how can anyone
expect me to run rationally
around this goddamned
world and pay attention
to the speed limits and
stop lights when I
have lost all
rational control over
I'm in love
and it's wiping the
slates clean for
WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart myWelcome2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusty limbs, I'm waiting for someone to take my breath and
never give it back; I'm prepared to sell all I was for a trip
somewhere new - beyond the paper mistakes I sailed away
down the river long ago. (even rocks and leaden thoughts
won't let the truth sink.)
I left my being somewhere under a waning summer sun
when the trees hummed melodies of moving on;
my soul still stays there, porous and pining and
lost. Dying stars don't lead home.
it's more than just losing
your words, it's losing
I am someone who mourns Sunday morning for another lost
week. I am weak, I am of mice and the men who cower
beneath compromisable truths. I have already
made more mistakes than loose fingers in
two days and a little breathing room.
I am not special. I am the worst
kind of normal, and further
more, I am sorry.
I am me.
Mourning“It’s not like that; there’s nothing wrong with mourning your wife. Everyone deals with it in their own way. But now – sometimes. . . It’s just that sometimes you get this look on your face that’s less I wish she were here, and more I wish I were with her, and that scares me a little bit.”Mourning2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
IcarusFledgling of theIcarus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(dawn is quiet
when the noose is