PAIN and A LYRICAL Feature!I wish I could find out what the heck is wrong with me! I've been to the doctor recently because of this pain I've had in my leg and it just grows steadily worse over a few days until I take anti-inflammatory pain killers and then the process just starts over and it gets bad again. SO ANNOYING. It doesn't matter what position I'm in, it just is not going away and tonight I can't sleep because of it.
So I'm going to put together a feature.
Somebody That I Used to Know by Goyte
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Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
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Told myself that you were right for me
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But felt so lonely in your company
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But that w
EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushingEcstasy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...
and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish dreams
and catching my musical voice in thrumming vibrations
inside my internal string instruments.
We leave bright orange-red
d r i p d r o p s
trailing behind us on polished floors
--evidences of our displayed careless passion--
to be wiped up in a napkin
and tossed in the trash.
A Portrait of A PoetShe spends most days dreaming of beingA Portrait of A Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning quick, talented,
and oh, oh-so beautiful
and her days are truly just beginning
As she sits in Science class, writing out
frolicsome metaphors brimming with emotion
her confidence is pining
from deep hurts and a broken heart
yet she finds inspiration most in unhappiness
So she scribbles down painful thoughts
amongst her oblivious classmates,
hoping the words will come
Her skin radiates sunlight, as
Phillipine blood runs in her veins,
and she rests her head in Thailand sunsets.
Her travels have led her to Cambodia-
snapping pictures along the way-
and she sees that the same sunny sky in her own
is reflected in the eyes of those strangers
she has found
oh, oh-so beautiful.
Her words jump out
in bright and vivid colors
leaving her fingerprints on your heartstrings.
Childish HeartsChildish h e a r t s,Childish Hearts3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flawless and whole,
run b a r e f o o t
without any cares
They p l a y with the night
through storm-cloudy dreams
flying in and around
s o m e w h e r e s
F a s t e n me
to my childish heart
with t h o s e little
pieces of string
And lift me through
love's w i n d y caress
over the moon to go
s o a r i n g
Tie my s w e e t lovey
The Memory of MomentsLife passes like a scent drifting on the flowing breezeThe Memory of Moments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caressing your senses for an instant
before moving on to wherever we all go.
I hope my gentle touch isn't too brisk
and that the chill doesn't
leave your nose bitten by frost
when I've gone,
but instead I wish to be
comforting coolness on a sunny hillside
to sweep over your moist hot body
and provide relief to you for a time.
And you shall remember those happy times.
I hope that in the memory of me you will recall
the pleasant scent of cinnamon or ginger
mixed with rose petals or lavender
and so every time you walk by that bakery we know
or stroll through our garden
you will think of me
Smile. Because it's a pleasant memory.
I hope you'll not only feel it in the breeze
but also hear me whisper there softly
those most heartfelt words you long to hear
and know I'd say. Know I'm saying.
It's those fleeting moments
that I hope you'll cherish in your mind
and remember me.
An EverydayThe sky changesAn Everyday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before my eyes
on the horizon
tummy talkinghalfway between her head and her toestummy talking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i spend most my life beneath a veil
too thick to see through but warm and soft
and i'm comfortable here, shielded from the prying, judgmental eye
which i know she avoids even more then i do
the usual is a glimpse of light
when one piece of cloth is replaced with another
and once in a while i get to see myself when she finds a private moment to peer at me
sometimes her green eyes seem curious, gazing at our reflection in the glass
at other times she is loathsome and i wonder what i could have done
to make her hate me so much
but i especially like the hot showers she gives me
where i am completely exposed, feeling no shyness or fear
i am caressed gently by a lather of soap suds and her purple loofa
and i feel loved and beautiful in spite of myself
then on rare occasions during summer days
i am unveiled when we are alone outside
and i can stare upward into the sky
as rays of warmth pour down over me,
soaking in, becoming a part of us, moist and golden
the first breath afterwardstatic runs within my veinsthe first breath afterward3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pricks my toes
sending numb sensations through
my body in waves and i am the snow on the screen
hushing the room with its noise
a distant screaming crowd
roaring as they fall and fade
my hair sticks to my neck
and heat drips from my skin
leaving pathways for electric currents
to travel their course
give me life again
but i can't breath
my throat is full of sand
the salty taste catches flies
and throws them out again
as my body convulses
my eyes fill and overflow
bees escaping through my tears
stinging as they fly away
black specks in above blue
leaving laughter behind that falls to the ground
shattering in shards of glass
that cut me through
i scream without moving
the silence is penetrating me
and i'm thrown into the sound
tossing obliviously in angry waves
forcing my body to flop helplessly
then running slower and slower until i'm
like a leaf setting sail in the autumn river
and trickling with the current
falling with gravity
High on Pink Rose PetalsHigh on Pink Rose Petals3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool breezes brush the sunny heat
off pale freckled skin and
Hazel-brown eyes look up
watching the blue and white movement in the sky
through the dancing leaves surrounding white tree-bark
Soft cool velvet tickles the senses
and she drinks it in through smiles and heartbeats
High on the scent of pink rose petals
Winterfresh FlamesA piece of gum,Winterfresh Flames3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your words roll like winterfresh breath
from your lips, carving the air into ice sculptures,
slowly freezing the torn edges of what I once had thought was truth.
A refreshing sensation yet it has chilled me into my place and your words are
written on my skin like frostbitten-blue tattoos.
Give me cinnamon.
You cease utterance and the air falls, thrown aside and
cast into shatters of melting glass,
quenching my flaming heart.
I feel the steam in my chest.
I used to feel protected by the lukewarm everyday
but this simultaneous heat and frost has altered the things I once knew.
Your presence sets shivers through my soul and
I'm inflamed by your moving lips, a piercing whispering cry.
I've been reborn.
Where are you now, inside my body? pulsing through my veins?
In your silence, you pull me outside of myself in search of you
I need your sweet
Through My WindowHer house was the one next to mine. Yesterday, it had the "FOR SALE" sign just outside next to the mailbox and today, they're moving in. I saw her get out of the truck and just about had to scrape my face off the window. Luckily, my bedroom window faced the street where I watched her help her parents unload the moving truck. They had a lot of stuff. After about an hour, my mom knocked on the door telling me I should go help. I think she knew I'd like the girl. I wasn't too curious about a lot of other girls from my school because I'd watched them all grow from that awkward elementary school stage. But this girl she was newThrough My Window3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took my mom's advice and I went outside with disposable cups and ice cold orange juice. Lemonade was overrated, anyway and I knew OJ would be perfect seeing as how it was hot and they were all doing quite a bit of sweating. I tried not to stare at her the wrong way as I offered the drinks. Her parents were impressed, thanked me and smiled. I introdu
Christmas Plum JamIt was to be a different kind of Christmas this year for the little family who had packed up their little home into a little white trailer. They had then driven the many far-reaching miles to the big beautiful mountains and white sparkling snow of the state of Utah so Daddy could start school by the big Y on the mountainside.Christmas Plum Jam3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Little Jimmy and Krissy helped Mommy at home during the day, while Daddy was at school. As the holidays grew closer, worry lines began to appear on Mommy's face as she contemplated what to do about presents this year.
One day Mommy had an idea. She had recently learned how to make jam and wanted to give jars of jam as Christmas presents to friends and family.
So Mommy and Daddy took Jimmy and Krissy to the store to pick up some supplies for the jam. But while at the store, they found they only had enough to buy the jars and the sugar. They didn't have enough to buy any fruit for the jam. Mommy was s
SplintersI grew from the ground,Splinters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
developing from flimsy
to hardened wood,
weathered and matured,
growing thick skin
to cover the scars.
Then my perfume echoed and
the sound shook the ground around me.
And I fell into the hands that
brought me to you.
You smelled different, sweeter.
And you said you liked my scent too.
Our scents, cedar and spruce
combined, filling the air
with passion, romance, love..
and we stuck ourselves together that day-
joined by lavender glue.
Our union was strong,
strong enough to feel as though
we would never part-
But if only it had lasted forever.
and with the time, change.
You didn't like my scent anymore.
I wanted no more of
your sweet stink
filling my everyday.
I pulled away.
So we fell apart.
Sharp splinters separate,
Rip and tear,
divide and fall,
But I'm still not rid of you.
As much as we tried to make a clean break
it never breaks even, as they say;
and I lost pieces of me that you took away.
I'll never get back.
Steps to My Squishy SideEight means bring me something specialSteps to My Squishy Side3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make sure it smells good.
Seven means bring me something yummy
make sure it comes in chocolate.
Six means bring me something written
make sure you use pretty words.
Five means bring me something secret
make sure it's only for me.
Four means bring me something yours
make sure you trust me enough.
Three means bring me something that's just you
make sure there's nothing missing.
Two means take what I want to give back
make sure you keep it precious.
One means never letting any of it go
make sure that means forever.
Letting GoLetting Go4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember exactly where I stood.
I remember the feel of the cool rain on my skin.
I remember the scent of the coming of Spring.
I remember everything about that moment, as if I'm frozen in time.
I remember how it felt as your hands slipped out of mine.
I remember the way your voice sounded different, hollow.
I remember the way your hair moved in the breeze of the incoming storm.
I remember seeing the emptiness in your eyes as a flash of lightening shot across the sky.
I remember the taste of salty tears running over my lips and dripping off my chin.
I remember hearing the breaking of my heart.
I remember seeing you walk away.
I remember standing there, barefoot in my front yard.
I remember that loud roar of thunder that was the perfect explanation point to your departure.
I remember the rain stopping.
I remember going back to that spot on the lawn and looking up at the sky.
I remember feeling the bright sun warm my face.
I remember hearing the birds singing to each other.
I remember s
The Three Little LoversBrick by brick, a couple builds their love.The Three Little Lovers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
First brick is kindness, then respect,
communication, among other important things
and the wall grows with each stable brick,
until the big winds blow and
the wall comes tumbling down,
a big heap of values and well-meant qualities-
and they wonder
What happened to their lovely wall built from virtues and importance?
Another couple tries building their love
from the mortar the others missed.
They glob it all on with their holding hands and everyday kisses.
They have lots of cuddle time and the best sex imaginable,
but theirs was nothing but
when they looked at it closer...it amounted to nothing.
The last couple looked at what was left
of the love the others attempted to build
and from those crumbled pieces
they took bricks and mixed up the mortar
to build their love fro
Picture of DeathIt's so coldPicture of Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bare pale feet rest
on solid stone earth
Plain gray dress
shifts slightly in the breeze
Pale glassy eyes
cold as slate
A raspy gasp
stolen from her chalky lips
shatters the silence
Her breathe forms a plume
in the wintry air
It rises above her head
a fountain of steam
connecting her frigid form
to the gray sky
Black tresses swirl around her
Her eyes close coldly
and she falls
graceful as a bird
plummeting to silence
Wouldn't It Be NiceWouldn't it be nice if we could live on love aloneWouldn't It Be Nice3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
-if every hug could build a home and
every kiss would scatter crisp dollar bills to bank us for years
Wouldn't that be nice
Wouldn't it be nice if love could solve more problems then it creates...
Then again wouldn't it be nice if not money grew on trees, but love did
If we could live on our hugs and kisses and just
being together would be enough
Wouldn't it be nice...
if the phrase "all you need is love" were literally true and
all we had to do was find that special someone
to place our picture puzzle piece fingers together in their perfect fit
and we've got it made
Then again I guess love wouldn't be
in that case...
We wouldn't know how it felt to tackle the towers of life's trials together and we wouldn't know how to lift each other up because we wouldn't know how it would be to fall down. We wouldn't understand what it feels like to celebrate our successes with midnight tosses in the s
Who Goes First?I won't hug youWho Goes First?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
until you say you're sorry.
I won't say I'm sorry
until you give me a hug.
Distorted Reflection I thoughtDistorted Reflection2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
Our First Christmas TreeI've seen many beautiful trees at Christmas time. Some have such elaborate decorations in specific color schemes and so many ornaments I could spend hours looking at it and still miss some of them. I've even seen a tree which had lights that could dance and twinkle in time with the holiday music that played along. But of every tree I have seen throughout the years, one still stands in my memory as the most beautiful tree.Our First Christmas Tree3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That Christmas, our small family decided that instead of our usual day-trip to Grandma's house, we would be staying at home for the first time. We knew it would be a smaller Christmas with less frills and presents, but we also knew it would be a Christmas we would always remember. With Christmas just about a week away, we still hadn't gotten a Christmas tree and weren't sure we could afford one. We sat and made a list of things we needed for Christmas and after the food we needed, it left us with only $