The Monkey In MeDeep inside the cracks of my mind lives a monkey.
He has a maraca he likes to shake
And a blanket made of dust.
On bright days I wonder what he does there,
I even consider asking him;
His answer is but a monkeyish laugh
He shakes his maraca at me, mocking my thoughts,
Grins at me, with a smile that misses five teeth.
Then he jumps in joy, cries out, leaps away
He climbs my logic and chips a few pieces
And with them he decorates his house
which he built in my inspiration.
When night falls he tends to rummage
Through the drawers of my mind,
Poking this and poking that.
He never sits still, always playing his game.
TumblingAs alone as a raindrop without a place to fallTumbling5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As silent as a heart without a beat
As hollow as an empty carnival
As wrong as cold without heat
I am incomplete
Drip drop rain on me
Silent flutter wind on sea
As anxious as an innocent prisoner in war
As desperate as a burning feather
As lonely as a tide without a shore
As gruesome as stormy weather
Will there ever be together
Trip trap on the way
Roaring thunder wash away
As restless as a journey without a goal
As hunched as a dying waterfall
As broken as a torn old sole
As dim as a voiceless call
I feel so small
Riff Raff down it goes
Tired gasp the world it froze
Personal ClownI'll write something happy, something newPersonal Clown7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like cows standing there, going Moo
I'll succeed, I will make you laugh
Are you smiling yet? Look, a giraffe!
I guess that didn't work, wait let me think
How about the story of a sailing sink?
Not good? I wonder, now, are you happy?
Good I'll admit, this might be crappy
Still I wish you'd smile your smile
Just don't frown, I'd walk you a mile!
I will continue until you brightly grin
heck, why I'd even grow you a fin!
Until I turned that frown upside down
I'll act as your personal clown
Just laugh and don't be so gloomy
These lines won't rhyme, I warn you.
Everyday HeroesZoom ZOOMEveryday Heroes4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here to save the day
Now all eyes on us
Our hair's untidy hay
We need to catch the bus
Angels we are not
(too clumsy, honestly)
But wings we got!
And have a family.
Capes are handmade
And wooden swords
We come to your aid
On our skateboards
We might look funny
Might not be fearless
Might not have money
Might be a tad careless
But we do what we can
Changing the world is the plan.
ShatteredI wished to return with dignity.Shattered5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HealI spend my days in thinking, andHeal7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My nights in whimpered pain
I rise to work, but Lord, it hurts
To live this day again
I soothe my wounds with Empathy
Their faces make me feel
That somewhere in this brutal world
There is a chance to heal
I never was the strongest one
My words were never bold
But when the crowd had cast them out
My arms were theirs to hold
My heart was theirs to whisper to
And love, each time you cry
I'm here to wipe each fragile tear
And taste each wounded sigh
I spend my days in waking up
To pain that never fades
But there are lessons to be learned
And words to soothe my days
I feel I've
Yadda YaddaYadda Yadda6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So the doc said to him
"You're looking too thin,
to fatten you up is a must!"
It was not on a whim
that the doc said to him
"Our goal is eight ounces or bust!"
"Gained eight ounces how's that?
And in less than a year!"
But the doc just frowned and he said
(and I quote...)
"You are now way too fat
you must diet I fear,
eight ounces must go or you're dead!"
"Now look doc" I bellowed,
"I'm up then I'm down,
it's way too confusing for me.
(so listen up...)
I'm an average fellow
now please leave me alone,
I'm as healthy as I need to be!"
Doc just let out a sigh
and said "Go your wa
UntitledThere’s a jungle on my floorUntitled3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And an ocean on my bed
No longer can I find the door
Time for my monsters to be fed
Another storm on my table
A little earthquake in the closet
So the grounds become unstable
Time’s up for me – the rules are set
Walls shiver quivering waves
Thoughts, dreams cover space
Windows blur with cumulus caves
As billowing blinds paint a face
Life and wonder clash at bay
Beating breath be upon my soul
My drawers prey to slow decay
Escape, as is my every goal
How to......get people to leave you alone on public transportations.How to...5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Carry around a good amount of empty alcohol bottles. Pretend to take a sip every time someone gets close.
2. Bring your uncontrollable pet monkey. Make him angry.
3. Eat something smelly. Sigh loudly as you swallow.
4. Cough in a nasty manner as you are being approached.
5. Lie on all of the seats and yell: “Taken!” when people want to sit down.
6. Talk to your imaginary friend about how you wish you could kill all papayas. Since everyone knows papayas are evil
7. Pretend to be in a heated discussion on the phone. If necessary use a made up language and throw in
The Normal LifeHe had forgotten how good it looked on him. Domenic was wearing his elegant suit, the one he had bought a few years back for his sister's wedding. He had never gotten to wear it.The Normal Life6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The suit had cost him a lot, and he was glad that it still fit him as perfectly as it had when he bought it. Looking at himself in the mirror he corrected his tie once more with satisfaction. For another moment or so he looked at his reflection, unsure if he was arrogant or if this feeling of empowerment was normal. Domenic was surprised when he caught himself smiling, and he quickly turned away.
His new shoes still smelled of unused leather as he put them on. No
Ignotus IIgnotus I8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
little, hurtful words
strung on a necklace of
and set against the wind
to be hammered at by
slaps and storms
so fruitful since her day of birth
and this sun-lit girl
wept and prayed
on her tire swing
"Please, God. Give me a smile."
colored bits of glass
smashed in a puddle of
and washed away in tides
to be forgotten, steadily,
by those who knew, yet did nothing
so compassionate, this world
and this one,
Prejudiced FutureDisappearing behind the barren mountains, the sun strengthened once again to plunge the surrounding wasteland into a reddish glow. Thunder echoed in the distance herding a wall of gathering clouds, it smelled of rain.Prejudiced Future3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lowering her head again, the lonesome girl continued to pursue the stony path. Her petite body was enveloped in a holey potato sack, cobbled together hopelessly out of a few animal hides. Barely enough to cover all parts of her dirty skin, or provide sufficient protection from the harsh weather, the rags hampered her pace even further by dangling into her tread now and then.
Stumbling forward barefooted on the cracked, drought-
19.specks of sand and dirt burrowed themselves19.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the scrapes on my knees
as I sought to fly away from there;
amidst my footprints on trampled earth
I learned that forever can be measured
(the sun was cold
stretching my bruised arms towards
them, who look at me as if I am
a pitiful animal, abandoned and rough
yet it was this beast inside me
that taught me always can be measured
(as usual, I'm not going anywhere
“You know everyone has problems.”
a scoffing utterance from my own mind
words that sting as much as the first time
my wounded heart endured them, when
I learned that often can be
FoolOh stupid girl,Fool9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What are you doing?
When you were created
was there not a measure
of realistic thought
placed into your head?
Perhaps they decided
that you couldn't handle
some common sense;
well look at you now.
When you lost your footing
and fell head-over-heels
didn't some kind of logic
act as friction on a slide
to slow your descent?
You foolish girl.
Why do you chase the poet
that cannot be caught?
Or pay for something
that cannot be bought?
Will you save the outcast
you cannot convince?
Who will be there
to act as your prince?
You hide and hope
for someone to find you.
What, while you're still hidden?
cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughtercR a zY11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bounced and hurled around
Her 'special' white room
As she rocked back and forth
Hitting the soft pillow like walls
Making the sleeves of her too tight jacket
Move with a similar rhythmic motion
But what stood out the most were her eyes
Even though they sometimes were hidden
By her untamed mass of dirt brown hair
Her bright midnight blue eyes shine brightly
She did not see the white room
Nor did she feel the suffocating pressure of the room
Instead she saw and felt a soft field of green grass
And a little black kitten with amber eyes
That would bat at a delicate butterfly
That carried the
HopeHope is just the liesHope8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tell myself
Hope tells me tomorrow
Will be better then today
So I don't cry myself to sleep
Hope whispers that next time
I'll do things right
When I only make it worse
Hope says that everything will be alright
When I know it won't be
Hope promises that there is a perfect
Person for me and that one day
I'll find that person
Hope shouts that one day
I'll do great things
And will always be rememebered
So that I'll never truely die
Hope sings of a better place
When there isn't one
Hope mocks that it could be worse
But most of the time
I'd do anything to not be me
Hope is merely a lie
But that's oka
a conversationshe once told me, over a train table with some murky coffee, that she was unsure of herself. and I clenched my fingers in internal agony until there were crescent welts on my palms, little moons that shone of hope as my guiding light. there were teardrops clinging to her lashes, little melted icicles, and I held her hand and told her that I would capture the moon to see her smile.a conversation3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she looked at me with uncertainty and whispered back, how could you possibly do that? the moon is so far away from us. it hangs there in the sky, in constant orbit, never getting close enough to hold or to touch.
and I smiled at her and used her fingers to trace o
HorrorHorror4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was now morning. Bright rays of sunlight shone through the window. My breathing was heavy and uneven. I just shook uncontrollably, staring at the scene that lay before my eyes. Two bodies, a room that reeked of blood, and one sixteen year old covered in it. Tears spilled out of my eyes, sobs wracking my entire body. I sunk to my knees.
Someone’s going to find out soon, and once they do, then what? Prison for murder? No, what I became wasn’t normal. It wasn’t human. I’m not human. I had a much worse fate awaiting me than just prison.
Should I run? Where would I go? What h
Getting Through AfterHe sat on the edge of the bed, cigarette hanging limply from his lips. His fingers moved idly through his hair, the kind of unconscious mannerism of someone hopelessly lost in thought. Or someone tragically lost in Love. For him, it was the latter. Although, who it was that was lost, he couldn’t quite be sure. The only thing he could be sure of was just how empty his apartment had become. He had never noticed it before. The place had always felt rather like home to him. Not just because he lived here, but because she lived here. And that could make even the most desolate cavern warm and inviting. But the day she left, the day she slammeGetting Through After4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They Say You Were Murdered He was kind enough to give you a funeral and a tombstone in his private cemetery. He doesn’t do that with just anyone, they say: only the special ones will be treated like members of his own family. There were a handful of plots surrounding yours that bore names of women who were just like you- all selected, all special. He was kind enough to allow me onto the property to visit you since I hadn’t been invited to the funeral in the first place. I’m sure you’d mentioned a sister, but it was overlooked in the flurry of activity that must have come after your death. Details like family are so often overlooked when mThey Say You Were Murdered5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
WanderMy feet are burning in the icy cover that had lain itself over earth. It had happened so fast, in just a few hours all was white, except for the black tree trunks or withering branches.Wander6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I bend down to wipe the towering snow off a frail branch that seems to be in imminent danger of breaking upon its burden. I'm not careful enough, and by accident I break it myself. With a sigh I get to my feet and walk on, dropping it next to me.
I don't know where to go, and I know that no map would do me good. I have lost count of days, maybe weeks, maybe months, maybe years. It was a long time ago that I saw the blue skies, and even longer since I have
The Papaya TreeA day same as ever with the farmers of jute;The Papaya Tree7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they hand over to me a suspicious fruit.
Of lowland or highland, I know not of it,
yet keen as I am, I hurried home with my kit.
I cut it; a smooth cut, through the mush flesh
a glow welcomes along an aroma so fresh
Divulge do I delightfully in this bounty of God
then wonder swells over these black slushy balls.
"Ah seeds!" I realize and being who I am
I scuttle across the weeded gardens so bland.
a corner unnoticeable; I press down a seed
securing it with a muddy layer, distanced from the weeds
Forgotten it remained for life of a young lad
that tumbles across plains; that was what