1. A Man in a Hat1. A Man in a Hat3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Rain, rain go away, come again some other day," my sister sang to herself as she stared out the large window, resting her head in her hands.
"Tillie, what are you doing?"
"I'm asking the rain to go away. I wanna go outside."
I smiled. "I don't know if that's going to work, little sis."
"But it hasta work, Alice! I wanna go to the playground," she pouted, turning around on the window seat to look at me.
Laughing, I sat down next to her and shook bleached white hair out of my eyes. "If Mom doesn't catch us, and you put your rain coat and boots on, then we can go anyway."
"Really?" she asked in astonishment, her blue eyes widening.
When I nodded she grinned, showing the gap in her where her front tooth was supposed to be, and clapped her hands.
The FieldsCarl,The Fields1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
RevolverLately I've done this thing...Revolver1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's called growing up,
But it's like part of me has died.
Not gone, but still alive somehow,
Clinging desperately to life.
Now you get to walk away
With a clear conscience,
While I must be forever reminded;
Little red trails across my skin...
And I can feel it falling,
Always escaping my grasp...
Raindrops all around me,
Dancing in the limelight
For one last time...
Long forgotten memories flare to life;
Revolving door becomes my tourniquet,
As all that I am
Is transferred into energy,
Joining with the great abyss...
Our spirits flicker and entwine,
Glowering with menacing ferocity,
Killing me over and over;
I shall die a thousand morbid deaths
And still your soul will haunt mine...
Why can't I just let go?
My hand's on the trigger
And suddenly I'm squeezing...
Mirrored glass falls to floor
And now I'm screaming...
How did you become so numb?
Demons haunt my every waking hour,
Lost in a glossy haze...
Even dreams give no release
The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the one who hides behind your smile.
I am the monster you tell children to fear.
I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.
I am the forgotten.
I am the one you will always fear.
I am the misunderstood.
Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .
I am dangerous.
I am alone.
I am eternal.
I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.
I am the thinker and doer all in one.
I am the past, present, and future.
I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .
But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.
Claim you for the reaper, and welcome you to the embrace of death.
I am the one to take your soul.
And then you too shall be forgotten, like me. . .
IncompleteI must hack my way in to the system,Incomplete1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Churning through veils of thinly spun fibers;
Tangled webs weaved through our hearts.
Timber wolves edging along broken glass
Cut from metallic moonlight deep within...
Distant dying sounds not unlike being born,
Crying away while the tears flow right through
Hollow ghosts biding time until the distant dust...
I do not think so.
Not this time, as I die once more.
I think so, it all makes sense;
Connecting pieces of the puzzle,
Even after you believe it complete...
Closing my eyes, as with my heart,
As I am left behind.
InadequateFalling from faceless faithInadequate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shooting stars fall from space,
Joining heaven and earth as one...
Separating space and time.
Too afraid to swim,
I will wait here in the shallows;
Hiding my face within darkness
Until I forget what it's like,
Can't see myself anymore...
I've faded too far...
Nothing is ever good enough,
No matter how hard I try.
It is all disgusting
Full of hatred and putrid violence,
The demon has arisen,
And she is angry...
Nothing but wrath and fear.
Incapable of understanding
What it means to be alive,
It's not enough to even say
That I want to be free...
Beneath this gloomy sky...
Drowning in the liquid haze,
I will never falter;
Even in spite of
The pitch black shadows
That eat away at my soul...
And it hurts...
I have fallen too far...
There is no hope.
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
Cry for MeCry for what you've lost.Cry for Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry for being five years old,
On Daddy's shoulders,
On top of the world.
Cry for being ten,
For Daddy going to war,
And crackling phone calls.
Cry for thirteen,
Missing a Daddy
Who doesn't miss you.
Cry for the summer of fourteen,
Of a first kiss
Cry for your very first love,
With the girl who would grow up,
To be the best man you know.
Cry for promises broken,
Screaming and shouting,
And the worst mistake.
Cry for fifteen,
And the next love,
A boy with everything going for him.
Cry for that year,
Of ups and downs,
And knowing it will never fade.
Cry for the fallout,
And the boy who took his place,
And found one of his own.
Cry for those months,
On a yo-yo string,
And the inevitable second chance.
Cry for being 17 and heartbroken,
Because neither of you ever learned
To think before you act.
Cry for the loss of a beautiful boy,
And reconciling with his replacement,
Who became irreplacable.
Cry for the permanent love,
Of a man who shouldn't matter,
I am not...I am not...I am not...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an angel of any kind
depressed and lonely
putting up a facade
I wear a mask
Just like the rest of us
Going through my days
Just like everyone else
The Sentinel: A Poem The Sentinel: A PoemThe Sentinel: A Poem1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All the night shall be your keep.
All those sleepers in their sleep
Will look to you and heed your call.
A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.
And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.
Transcend the dying and the birth.
See for yourself the beauty there.
The perfect frailness that is life.
Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!
Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!
See the empires fall with broken spires.
And Father Time reclaim his own.
So watch the humans as they slumber.
And for once they might seem humble.
Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on
And see the love that enters here among the human race.
FearsAchluophobiaFears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you fear what is my eternity, what I am tempted by with each moment passing? I would too if I wasn't so consumed, so devoted; darkness.
Are you afraid of feeling too much? I would at this point, however, I am not only absorbed, I have taken an adoration towards such; pain
Easy enough is it to fear the strongest of emotions, or is it that you feel you don't deserve to engage? I would too, however this is what my soul craves; love.
I know you fear the absence of noise, it's the perfect time for the truth to be heard. Without a thing to hide, all is quiet in my conscience: silence
Is it a fear of yours to see what is looking back at you? Is it that you are unsettled because you are portraying the wrong image towards others? Being gratified by what's looking back at me, we have not this in common; mirror image
We all fear what we do not have enough of, something that's wasted, goes by and can not be refunded.
No-Name (Collaborative Poem)His name's irrelevant,No-Name (Collaborative Poem)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
His image unknown.
He knows where to find you,
And when you're alone.
Will You Still Remember Me?You know I love youWill You Still Remember Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know that I've been here for you
All the time
And that I've been waiting for you
To say you love me too
And so everytime I was supposed to
Go somewhere for a long time
I refused and said
"I have friends here I don't want to leave."
But actually it was all only about you
Everytime I stayed I thought
It was a good decision
Everytime I didn't leave I hoped
That someting new and sweet will happen
I was afraid you would miss me
If I went away
But the thing I was scared of most
Was that you won't miss me at all
Now I have a chance to go away once more
This time I've decided to go
And the only reason is you
Only you again
I know I'm gonna miss you
I know I'm gonna cry for you
But in the end nothing will change
Since I'm missing you and crying for you
You know I love you
This is a chance for you
To find out whether you love me too
So when I come back
You can hug me and tell me
"I love you,
please never leave me again."
But I am afrai
All those things they say"You are a fat"All those things they say2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh am fat?
Sorry sweetie I can fit in to things you wish you could.
"You dresses like a slut"
Oh I do?
Since when is shorts and a band shirt slutty?
"Your hair looks bad"
Your looks a lot worst then mine.
"Your personality is worse in real life"
Oh is that so?
Am shy and barely talk, I guess that makes me awful.
"Your pitiful because you are annoying and miserable"
Ha I find that funny because that sounds like you, sorry but am not.
"Your a jealous whining dog"
Oh is that right?
I don't really get jealous, and again that sounds like you.
I find this all funny.
You think messing with a girl with low self esteem is fun?
I hope you know am NOTHING like you use to think I am.
Am not even the same as when you knew me.
I have change so much.
SkylarkMother birds will abandon their kin if they smell a human has touched them.Skylark3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mother always loved birds. She'd sit in the garden for hours, perfectly still, like some chipped statue in a filmy nightgown. When the frost came, she still wore the same damn nightgown, let her bare feet melt the ground a little and perched outside-not unlike a bird, really. They landed all around her, gathering in bunches on her wrists and pecking at her sparkly gold-painted plastic ring, worn on her left ring finger like a wedding ring. I'd bought it for her at a thrift store for her twenty-first birthday, when I was six, after I heard her complaining to Grandma about raising a child without a husband. She thanked me and slipped it on, then went back into the garden, trailing shimmering wrapping paper at her heels. I knew she loved it, though, or she'd have taken it off after all these years at least once. She hasn't.
I could never understand her fixation with the birds, and could never really find out
waiting for you...waiting, waiting...waiting for you...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is pounding
just let me be yours now
i don't know how much longer
i can hold on
i love you and you love me
how much simpler could it be
but we still must overcome one obstacle
i'd wait forever you know that
but please don't drag this out
for too much longer...
StarlightAt nightStarlight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THe stars danced in the sky
They sparkle like a firework
up there in the night
But there is one star
I have loved since I was born
the starlight star
it is very lonely
My star is a peaceful feeling
that calms me
whenever I see it
Everyone has their own star
stars are like the life of a person
when a person dies
a star fades
while a new one appears in its place
WHen a newborn is born
But stars of people never fade
THey dim a little not never fade away forever
My star is a special gift
that nobody can ever get on earth
this star is like my angel
waiting for me
every night as I looked at the stars
I know it will never fade
it will always be there until time ends
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
Mexico.Siento que mis colores cambian,Mexico.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sin haber olvidado los pasados,
un patriotismo ajeno,
que mis barreras ha pasado.
El azar del destino,
por mi, bastante odiado.
Por que me trajiste aquí?
Y dejaste mi Cuba en el pasado?
Cuba, yo no te olvido,
recuerdo tus playas, tu son
tu humildad y calor
y el bello sol con su brillo.
Odiado, por mi eras,
pero la serpiente nada en mis venas,
un águila colgada en mi pecho.
El tricolor vertical en la bandera,
un himno que canta valor,
México, aquí estoy,
aunque de tu pueblo no sea.
Ay! Lo que se ve afuera,
tambien importa lo de adentro
tal vez no haya arte europea,
pero hay arrecife en mar abierto.
Lagunas azules como el cielo,
volcanes humeantes o dormidos,
hermosos cantos vivos,
y el sol ilumina el suelo.
Cada quien con su cultura,
religión y tradición,
y existe poca ambición,
incluso hacia la muerte futura.
Cascadas hay de sobra,
Fertil hasta el desierto,
creeme este es México,
Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this feeling of entitlement?
Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?
Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?
Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?
I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!
And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.
Why is that?
Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?
Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.
For I am strong and will always be thus.
More Than MeSo tell me who is nextMore Than Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To sever ties like a knife
To walk away from me
Right out of my life
My world is tumbling down
The ground is crumbling
I feel like I might drown
And just continue stumbling
A sister, a lover, a brother
They're all walking away
Just one after another
All from this inward pain
I know all my faults, I really do
I swear I can see what I did wrong
And I hate myself for losing all of you
Because I am so weak and far from strong
So now where do I go? I just feel so blue
I'm just so lost, can you hear my plea
I know I have to try to make it through
But I'm so afraid everyone will leave
I've been put in my place
Taken a step back now I see
This isn't all wrapped in lace
There's so much more than just me