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.
Sometimes though he disappears
Into darker corners unheard of.
But upon his return he has found
So much and all of it he will, undoubtedly,
Fill up the shelves of his house with.
When did he come to be, I wonder.
What is he doing in my mind, pray tell!
For how much longer will this baboon taunt me?
I have a monkey inside me you see,
Maybe he's the reason I never sit still,
UntitledThere's a jungle on my floorUntitled2 years 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
19.specks of sand and dirt burrowed themselves19.2 years 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 measured
(the sweetest lies were my own;
I told me to see the bright side;
to not spend my life battered
and bitter, and I pledged to keep my smile
from now on, but all I learnt was
that sometimes can be measured
(in the end,
I still lacked strength)
When I fell after having clung
to that image w
TumblingAs alone as a raindrop without a place to fallTumbling2 years 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
How to......get people to leave you alone on public transportations.How to...2 years 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 words such as “detonator”, “blast”, “die”, “a few seconds left.”
8. Practice for the upcoming opera in which you play the role of the dying horse.
9. Bring a cactus. Argue with it about the distance it is keeping in your relationship.
10. Build a fort made of suitcases. Th
cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughtercR a zY3 years 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 starry sky upon its blue wings
She felt the cool spring breeze and gazed
At the quickly fading sunset
That sprouted colors you could never captured
Even she, herself knew that she was crazy
But she no longer cared
She no longer wished to try and grasp
The flimsy string that connected people to reality
And all that came with it
Despite that she was crazy
And no one wo
ShatteredI wished to return with dignity.Shattered2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HopeHope is just the liesHope2 years 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 okay
Because a lot of things are lies
UncertaintyIt feels like falling from great heightsUncertainty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or running towards endless nights
As if standing alone in blinding lights
Or being chased by grand knights
It feels like melting ice cold fire
Or knowing the secret of the liar
As if whishing to be someplace higher
Or having nothing when need is dire
It feels like losing something rare
Or searching through a haunted lair
As if breathing deeply rotten air
Or being treated unfairly fair
HealI spend my days in thinking, andHeal2 years 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 never given much
But now I see the truth
The one thing that I cherished was
The love I gave to you
... Somewhere in this world
There is a chance to heal
I love you all
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 Future2 years 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-torn earth, her march had transformed into a shuffle, the aching, exhausted legs were unable to carry the weight much further. She consoled herself as she passed some dead trees swaying their twiggy, bald branches in the rising wind. The strange creaking noise, caused by the brittle wood, forced the traveler to concentrate on the way ahead, while wr
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 Life2 years 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. Not more than a week ago he had bought them for himself, after deciding it was time for a change. Domenic had told no one about his decision, which made it even more special.
Grinning, and with growing anticipation, he took his work equipment and stepped outside. As the door fell shut on his spacious apartment he let out a small, satisfied sigh before wa
Why?Why are we here?Why?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Why do we walk upon this cursed earth?
What is out purpose?
What is it within us that drives us?
What makes us do what we do?
What do we live for?
Is it wealth?
What makes us get out of bed in the morning?
Even if our lives are good or great
Even if out lives lie with the rats in the gutter
We all wake up every morning and we do our little routines
Every day it is the same, tired old things
But for what purpose?
For what reason?
Ignotus IIgnotus I2 years 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, small girl
this evanescent fairy
wept and prayed
and her tears doomed her
for she knew not
that ignorance was
Everyday HeroesZoom ZOOMEveryday Heroes2 years 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.
WaitingComing home, unaware, with no way of knowing.Waiting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No way to expect that they're waiting.
It was a Wednesday, A warm, sunny Wednesday
So beautiful, so disgusting, So wrong.
They're waiting, so unusual, unreal, unexpected,
Like statues, expressionless, "Sit down, we have to talk".
Oh no, what now? Did I do something wrong?
Am I in trouble? I sit there, waiting
A bomb exploded! Tearing through me.
I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't believe it.
They're lying, they have to be lying. But why would they?
How could they? I knew it was true but I didn't believe it.
Memories flooded my thoughts. My mind a creek, a river, an ocean,
Knowing that they're out there, somewhere,
Story of a lying girlThat morning, the sun rose for the fourth time. The vastness of the unfamiliar forest weighted down on her aching shoulders. Back at day one, she discovered that every path looped back to an oak tree. It stood tall in the center of a clearing, much like a beacon of some kind. Still, she thought, if she ended up in this place, then there had to be some way out. It was simply a matter of uncovering the exit.Story of a lying girl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Attempt after attempt escape failed, and the girl found herself back at this tree once more. With a sigh she rested her back against it. The air tasted of a sleepless summer night; hopeless and warm. The feeling of being stuck in time. Abandonment. It was a feeling that stayed with her, rooted within her heart. You're on your own, is what she told herself these days. It'll be okay. Just gotta keep on going. There is no other way but ahead.
She looked up at the rosy sky. Solitude let to thinking, and thinking revealed old wounds that she knew would open again once she nu
Forevermore ‘I’m going to be happy’Forevermore1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Gold Fields.
I stare at the tiny world within my hands. So small, so perfect, so complete. A sense of tranquillity and calm seems to resonate from within it. The ground is covered in a thick layer of pure white snow. So white that it practically glows. There is a miniscule house towards the back of the globe, dusted with a fresh coating of snow. A house that I imagine to be warm, cosy and welcoming. A house that is a home. Sometimes, when my troubles threaten to overwhelm me, I wish I could escape to that house. I wish that I could enter the perfect untainted world encapsulated flawlessly from within the snow globe. For it is a place that cannot be reached by everyday troubles. A haven free from despair and stress and that knows only beauty and seclusion. It is completely safe and isolated from
Nightmares.I tend to sleepNightmares.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clutching my chest
my head under a pillow
to keep the monsters
I would rather have them inside
feasting on my intestines
then abandon them to the night
That way I at the very least
have something to keep me
Living in Metaphors You told me once the rain on the rooftop disturbed your slumber, not from the storm, but from the rhythm in the chaos. The thunder was discordant among the count you tried keeping.Living in Metaphors2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At night you’d wake breathless, not from nightmares, but from crushing claustrophobia, even when you were alone. You said the darkness felt so heavy, that it sat on your chest and tried to eat you alive. Mouth to mouth I’d bring you back, entwined, you’d share your dark and I would share a spark of life. And long did you lament the earth’s rotation for not allowing light to reside always on your part of the world.
Sometimes you were a child, but I wanted you, dear man, for all your faults, for all of mine.
You confessed that the stars made you lonely because they were so many, and even when I was with you we were so few. You sighed, “we are small and insignificant and when the stars twinkle coldly they are laughing at us...”
It was painful to
DrowningHow wonderful it feelsDrowning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To fall back
Into the hands
Of the water below.
Unlike everyone else
Water envelops you,
Makes you feel light,
The only direction
You’ve ever known.
Your hair moves around you like
Seaweed on the ocean floor.
Bubbles that once
Had a home inside your lungs
Escape freely into the water.
And climb up higher
To the safety of the surface.
“This is what is left
Of my existence.
Little bubbles floating up,
Higher and higher,
While I sink,
Lower and lower”
And as you feel
The last bubble,
The last of your air,
Flow out of your lips
You couldn’t help but smile.
Even as your lungs
Screamed in pain
You ignored it
Like you’ve done for years.
Even with the water
You still managed
But not in sadness,
For now you were leaving.
Leaving the pain.
Leaving the sadness.
Leaving the hurt.
Leaving the cruel words
That others w
Pretty ChildHis skin is pale like beautiful deathPretty Child2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This demon child steals solemn breaths
With golden eyes he burns through stars
With a simple stare he bottles hearts
This demon child birthed from sin,
seeps with sadness once again
Wrapped in wings of raven plume,
The scent of ash is his perfume
When dragons die (poem)When dragons die there is a momentWhen dragons die (poem)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of silence, somewhere in the heart of a cave
a darkened rock-lined womb of tree roots and wet earth
when dragons die there is an emptiness in the weed-dressed corners of cloudy lakes.
In absence of dragons there is no peace of mind
for those few who lent a mind to them
and when dragons die it tastes like bittersweet tears and blood when you try to understand
why some metal-mawed monsters with minds behind the wheel
that do not care for the echoing heartbeat that responds to fantasy
sought to rid the world of them, because there wasn't enough room.
Because we have a right to know.
Because we must be rational.
when dragons die they fill in the beautiful blanks on the edge of the map and erase the warning writing, and pat themselves on the back
and auction off the hoarde that was
so dear to the heart of a shy and gold-loving monster.
When dragons die, we are lost to ourselves
with no great creatures to attempt to grow up to the shoul