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Love Thy NeighborHe is coming around, again. I can see him walking by my shrubs. He leans into his turn. Positions his body to fit his flight path to my front door. I'm not even sure if he touched the steps and he is on my porch. Feet planted squarely on my generic welcome doormat, his momentum transfers smoothly into his arm as his fist briskly makes a triple appearance against my maple barrier to the world hub.Love Thy Neighbor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's quiet now, focused. He works on hiding his frown so that he can put on his neighbor face. He's here once a week, to complain. He has tried three times to start a neighborhood standards watch. He tells you what to do and tries to make it sound
Stars for HerI showed you how many stars saturate the skyStars for Her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We trekked like Pilgrims finding the shore
We jumped in a lake and swam until numb
Our joy challenged the sun
You think I’m irresponsible
I showed you my soul
We laid in quiet anticipation of past days
We grasp elements of events and conversations
Our thoughts swelled with philosophy and beauty
You think I am lazy
I showed you my love
We ate and danced to the merriment of each other
We swore to the future and dreamed of possibilities
Our minds struggled to sooth-say but still we tried
You think I lack passion
Perfect waste: part onePerfect wastePerfect waste: part one1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
part one
Pro-log
I want you to know that you are beautiful. When you sleep the world rests under your neck and its weight turns to down and the soft moonlight gently lights your face as not to disturb your soft radiance. When you are happy my soul spins inside my magmatic chest and lurches me forward that I may cherish every moment. When you are focused nothing else in the room can stand staying on task. When you hide your face time itself stops as a flowing river would halt and form a lake. When you walk the ground convulses to meet your foot and tenuously holds up your mortal frame.
Perfection is a stale, dull, and repe
Six Did Not SpeakThere are six. Four girls two boys and they have never said hello to one another. They scrape at the ground for food. sniffing with curiosity and compassion for one another. None care that the others are dirty and smell. Each is hungry. There are odd glows in the dark. the miscreants scamper in corners and alleyways. Once domestic and industrial there is not light to make one corner discernible from another.Six Did Not Speak2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The six are not blind but they have never seen. The corners are dark and stuffy but the open is deadly and the air has grown thin. They are unaware that there use to be light. Thousands moved and lived and breathed and worked. None went
Terms of InsomniaHow could I float into lucid being? when a missing passion weighs me down.Terms of Insomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can a man dream? when reality stares him in the face.
How can a man flirt with devils? when he has caressed an angel's skin.
When every each passing hour has shown him sadness.
How can he not wait to see what the next hour will bring?
They Call It LoveThe world blows along our mending heartsThey Call It Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Derided by the whispering sound
Where cradles sink bare, drowning with the used
Eclipsed with the sun by a cruel, smut heart
Ash pastures exist blindly, a pitiless snow
So invasive to reveal in the smile of a man
The feeling is there, but obviously smitten
Plagued with the love by a cruel, smut heart
Melting mountains now waterfalls, wine out of a glass
Pouring like a wound into the eyes of an epiphany
In love and in care, yet maddened inside
Just falling past the void by a cruel, smut heart
Winded skies sink to meadows, breathless, in pain
Gasping in its apparitions that circle the clouds
LoathingLoathing2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Never have I begun to seek happiness without sabotage. As soon as something tangible rears it’s lovely head, eyes sparking in the light of new day, I bop it with my mallet of ignorance. I should learn not to stand by the whack-a-mole section of my emotional arcade. Ski ball would be much easier blame.
My future hangs before me with promises of sunsets and weekends off. Sitting by the bay. Watching boats quietly drift into port. Game’s over. Round won. Placed in the race. Two people whom only need to turn to find one another. Two treated as prizes. But. Today I stand before the cabinet, struggling against myself.
Relax the m
Let It HappenFlow's an axiom,Let It Happen2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
plastered with,
Ritalin and bastard kids,
who stage rush reading time with fire arms and a grim-reaper's scythe,
Channeling their thoughts through the funnel of a demon's mind,
Cutting throats with truthful quotes,
this corruption will finally sleep in time.
I'm a hazardous,
mastermind,
who's waiting for the realms of crime,
to open up their closets with skeletons writing needless fines,
Dressing up in flags that resemble our own decent lives,
Cutting throats with useless quotes,
this corruption has us deaf and blind.
Intoxicate God with geriatrics and needles,
that feed him blood straight from the demons,
tha
Blueberry BloodA rhyme is somatic,Blueberry Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the world is still advancing,
but I'm gonna let my mind scheme some dreams,
it's what I fancy.
Nothing is important,
this world is nonabsorbent,
to the truth that whips past their cash,
we're all lost informants.
Blueberries in the village,
the massacre, the pillage,
innocence in the mud to drop blood,
a deadly spillage.
Our minds are stowed away,
locked, played for another day,
we'll call it out when they say shout,
"Doomsday is on its way!"
A rhyme is somatic,
and our world is still advancing,
but I'm gonna let my mind scheme some dreams,
I'll make it happen . . .
Sticks and Stones"Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"Sticks and Stones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heh....what a silly thing I used to tell myself
It never worked
It always came back to puncture my self esteem
I couldn't stop them from talking
"Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
I used to sit there and cry in class
Because of the things they would say
Even though it was meaningless it hurt me as if it was
I couldn't help but to hear it
"Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
I made up excuses
I lied to their faces
I told them it was because of something else
I couldn't tell them the truth
"Sticks an
The Beautiful ClownsThere is another one. Tall blond, shutter-shade sunglasses, pink novelty tee, and jeans that show me too much ass. We are trying to march down this boulevard to make a scene. Me and my gang, we aren't funny and are not here to chase tail, even if we did find it mildly attractive. Pocka-dots and an ironic sense of humor. When the clowns roll walk into where you live, you will find that you were on our turf all along.The Beautiful Clowns1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was a long time coming. We should have just taken what was ours. We had a girl selling on a street corner. Snow, not ass, we don't sell ass. We give stupid people stuff that keeps them stupid and there is no woman who deserv
Jack and SallyStitch my heart with the woes you've created,Jack and Sally2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So it may let me know you love me,
Your inability to feel in an impossible rumor,
Because your eyes say otherwise,
Our hearts thread dreams like mystical spider-webs,
Under a lifeless sky towards birth,
Let us sing to the moon our tricky sonnets,
So it may open each door.
Each world.
Those unissued dwellings.
So everyday may be our own liberty.
Too cold for angels to flyWith her bare feet she stood in the snow.Too cold for angels to fly2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her footsteps led back to a grey building.
She had just walked out of the front door without anyone noticing her.
Her brown curls hung loosely around her white spotted face.
She remembered her mother had told her to comb it, but it wasn't necessary.
Not anymore.
The cold snowflakes brushed her face.
It was very cold outside, almost too cold, but she didn't notice.
Not anymore.
Her fingers felt the soft material of her dress.
The dress was a bit too short for her liking, but she didn't care.
Not anymore.
She looked back once more at the building.
Her family was in there, crying probably
never grow up. Quite Frankly,never grow up.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I need more of you in my life
because you make life more beautiful.
Melancholy RosesMelancholyMelancholy Roses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How a single touch
Can reap souls
As the Melody
Begins to subside
Watching Mind & Body divide
The agony, accustomed to my eyes
Wishing to become happy again
As I turned into an empty shell
Treating the living dead
Is a waste of medicine
The Sandman's WifeOur child is as restless as I am, stirring inside my swollen belly as I wait for sleep to claim me. It is as if she too longs for her father to be present, warm and near. His side of our bed has been all too empty lately; cold and silent.The Sandman's Wife2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know he will return long after I have awakened and pulled back the dark curtains of night. The sun will have had its clockworks greased, its exterior polished and its spring wound, and will have finished nearly a quarter of its journey across the sky.
He will enter our home, exhausted; his eyes red and watery and filled with the same fine grains that he sprinkles into the eyes of the young one
Black and White Cherry Trees "We are different, but we are the same."Black and White Cherry Trees2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The words pounded in my mind.
"We are together, but separate."
I knew those quotes for as long as I could remember, I had so many questions as to why. I ran down to the koi pond in my regular black komodo with hints of white. I wanted to see the koi fish. They always soothed my mind. I really took a liking to the black and white koi. How could such opposites be such great friends? In the black koi, I saw myself. I was always alone and antisocial. In the white koi, I saw my "imaginary" twin. Her name was Yuki. Yuki was my counterpart. Her short blonde hair with blue eyes countered
I want you...Splice meI want you...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and clean me too
Cut my throat
as I wish for you
Kicked and turned
suffering pain
Rush of blood
I'm going insane
But for The Grace of God.But for the Grace of GodBut for The Grace of God.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I arrived at school on the first day of my junior year completely soaked. This was a common occurrence, since I refused to ride the bus in the morning, and routinely walked the nearly two-mile distance from my home, even when it was raining. I told people it was because I had to get up too early to catch the bus but, the truth was, I didn't like some of the people I knew would be on it. I was somewhat of a misfit, and was subject to ridicule and insults from the more socially adaptive students at my small, mid-western high school.
I was bigger than most of my classmates, so I was spared the physical bullying that my
When Atheist's PrayWaning day, becomesWhen Atheist's Pray2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Abyssal night.
Lacking the light
I pray to Apollo .
That some fair maiden,
Will sing me a tune.
That even the dead can hear,
Making them smile in their graves.
Gladly accepting,
That I may never see again.
If I can hear such a melody
The bottom hurts.I didn't want it to be this way.The bottom hurts.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I trusted you, when you said "but I do."
So I went along with it.
I didn't want the memories.
But I have them now.
And they're all I think about.
I didn't want to fall for you.
But I did, and you promised to catch me.
You didn't. Now that I have hit the bottom.
It hurts.
I Remember HerI Remember HerI Remember Her3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, I know her.
I remember.
She's the one I tormented, bullied.
I never thought…
I thought she'd be fine.
Hey, I know her.
I remember.
She's the one I watched.
I watched come apart at the seams…
I thought she'd be fine
Hey I know her.
I remember.
She was my friend, was.
She started to change, so I didn't…
I thought she'd be fine.
Hey, I know her.
No need to remember.
She is my friend.
I tried to help…
I thought she'd be fine.
Hey, I know her, so familiar.
Can't remember?
She's the one holding a gun.
Killing myself…
I thought I'd be fine.
TenderlyKill me tenderly.Tenderly2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I feel the bittersweet pain.
Write me a love song.
Peaches and LemonShe was unrecognizable.Peaches and Lemon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I knew exactly who she was, but only because I knew her back before she decided not to be just another unrecognizable girl.
For a long while, everyone knew her. She couldn't set foot in this town without a 'hey', 'how are ya', or a 'great to have you back'. Now it seemed she rated more of a glance and dismissal.
But, yes, I remember when she decided that it was all about being known and being popular. We were just kids, mind you, barely teens, when she came into my yard.
"Artie?"
"Ya, Peaches?" I called her that ever since I caught her taking a peach off one of our front yard peach tree a few years prior.
"I don't want to be Rachel anymore. I want to be Raquel." She always had a dramatic way of saying things, and she added a lot of, I guess you'd say, flourish to the way she said her new name.
"Oh, okay, Peaches. I'll let everyone know."
"You're no help and no fun."
She was wrong on both counts.
Well, maybe not on the second count.
Sta.sh
