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,
TumblingAs alone as a raindrop without a place to fallTumbling11 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 Clown1 year 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 Heroes9 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.Shattered11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yadda YaddaYadda Yadda1 year 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 way then,
why bother to listen to me?
(but before you go...)
Your sugar's too low
your cholesterol's too high
your heartbeat's too slow
but hey, don't ask ME why
your eyes are too small
your nose is too big
your height is too tall
(where's my thingamajig)?"
I just looked in his eyes
and then went for the door
I said all my goodbyes
as my feet hit the floor
I then let out a s
HealI spend my days in thinking, andHeal1 year 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
UntitledThere's a jungle on my floorUntitled9 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
19.specks of sand and dirt burrowed themselves19.7 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 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
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 Future9 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-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
How to......get people to leave you alone on public transportations.How to...10 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 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
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 Life1 year 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
Ignotus IIgnotus I1 year 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
FoolOh stupid girl,Fool1 year 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?
Oh foolish girl,
who will bother to notice
the tears in your eyes
when you plague them all with your lies?
If your brain knows better, it doesn't show.
You're trying to do things you don't even know;
you thought you grew up,
you thought you knew then.
I tried to warn you but
you're a fool to the end,
too stubborn to change
or to know who's your friend
or when to give up on them.
cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughtercR a zY1 year 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
HopeHope is just the liesHope1 year 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
Dearest (teaser)My name is Noelle Peters and this is the story of how Simon Dardole and I fell in love.Dearest (teaser)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That is the first of many lies you are going to read.
Simon is dead.
That is a truth.
And since Simon is dead, I feel I can tell the truth about this story.
My name is Noelle Peters and this is the story of how Simon Dardole fell in love with me, and I told him I felt the same. I decided it was crueler to tell the truth to a dying friend than to lie to him, so I did just that. I lied.
I think it's best that you know all this up front: I never loved Simon Dardole, though you are going to read an account where in the days leading up to his death, I said I did many times. In those last days, my dearest friend created a gift for me, and it is this story, meant to serve as an everlasting token of his affection for me. He stayed in bed with his father's tape recorder and recounted our short-lived romance. I've written it here verbatim.
I thought about what to do with the recordings for a long time
War's InsanityI’ve seen devils dance in innocent eyes,War's Insanity1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whispers brake humble minds,
Stares that destroy the calmed hearts,
Blood spilt when honour deceives beliefs,
Tears shown where happiness is found,
Body’s used to fertilise grounds,
Addiction craves inside lonely hearts,
What can we do to make this insanity stop ?
SleepA dream is worth a million lives;Sleep1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a nightmare is living each one...
No ChoiceIn the damp corners of the stone dungeon the girl huddled, then thin remains of the blanket that had been thrown in to her pulled tightly around her shivering shoulders. She coughed a coarse hacking noise. A few lines of light from the outside hall seeped into the cell through the cracks around the edges of the thick wooden door.No Choice1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly with a terrible rusted creaking noise the wooden door was shoved open. The girl made no move but to raise her doe-like eyes to the one entering, squinting at the bright light flooding in from the torches.
A man entered, a man who was very familiar. Their eyes met both filled with fear and sadness. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but decided against it. He walked over to the girl and knelt in front of her huddled form. In his hand he held a piece of rope which he began to roughly tie around the girls hands. He kept his ey
Thin red lineOver the long distance,Thin red line2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a thin red line.
For now it's still invisible,
but it's from your heart to mine.
Yesterday somebody told me,
'it's easy to fall in love.'
But as I think about it,
I don't believe what stands above.
'Cause deep inside me I still feel,
all the heartache and the pain.
And though it may sound cowardly,
That's not what I'd like to gain.
But I can't dismiss,
the line that's there.
And in some time,
I might want to show it everywhere
SirenIn the mistSiren2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with cold steel in hand
she waits among the cold iron stone
the sea spray stills her breath
she has sung her deadly song
now waits with bloodied blade
she is bound by fire
the cold clings to her breast
like the fog clings to the mother ocean
in the distance the creak of wooden hulled ships
she coils ready for the death she will deal
to ensure her hold
she whispers her deadly song again
and blesses the moon for hiding her here tonight