Lest we forget
In Flanders' fields, the poppies blow,
and we who walk among them know
that here men fought, and bravely died
with equal courage, side by side;
the lark has overcome the crow.
We touch the Dead in memory –
embrace them through the century.
The earth enshrines their valiant hearts
in Flanders' fields.
The torch has guttered years ago;
the enemy has been laid low.
And though your names should slowly fade,
your blood a better world has made.
Rest you now where the poppies grow
in Flanders' fields.
Disturbing the PeaceWomen in corsetsDisturbing the Peace4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
disturb the peace.
Mocking SkyThe Texas winter mocksMocking Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with dust instead of snow
and bare mesquite to testify with thorns
against a shred of weakness.
The Texas winter gusts
fiercely from the south -
grit on lips, in eyes, on tongues that wonder
where the deer drink.
The Texas winter sinks
in rust and blood and peaches
beneath the horizon. Sweetly, sweetly,
she sips the clouds.
The Texas winter clothes herself in cicada song,
and all the stars applaud.
KnifeRemember that little humanKnife2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boy who couldn't read aloud -
who couldn't hold a pen
because his slick corn oil skin
kept sliding past itself?
Boy, oh, boy.
And he was born a hundred
years too late for his cowboy
dreams. He rides herd on the
maybes and the somedays.
He sang a knife song - one
that sliced up the rigid spines
of teachers and parents alike
and parted them before him
like God-spoken seas.
Deft elision somewhere between
his teeth and tongue, lyrical, his
words in other men's mouths.
Knife song honed with lime,
polished with manteca.
NothingI used to be lightning.Nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Power surged beneath my skin,
and in the silence, I heard myself thrum.
I used to be fire.
I burned bright inside, stellar lungs,
and in the cold, I sang myself warm.
Still and dark.
My stone sinews crack.
I am vacuum, deep void of space.
Asteroid dust, floating.
The Little SeedThe Little Seed:The Little Seed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little seed floating
Dreaming that he may blossom
Drowned by the currents
-Chen Yuan Wen, Unofficial Release
Pudding and Pie - pt.10 - YAOIPart TenPudding and Pie - pt.10 - YAOI7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cain walked quietly beside the nurse, his face drawn as they twisted and turned deeper into the ribs of the hospital. He had been called early that morning...
He's ready to leave now, the nurse said conversationally, her rounded eyes glancing at him sideways, He wouldn't tell us his name, or anything else for that matter. But we couldn't just send him away without anyone to escort him. I checked his phone while you were asleep...your name was the only one in the address book. Are...are you his brother, perhaps? Her lips twisted into a knowing smile.
No, Cain said curtly, I'm his boyfriend.
Her smile faded instantly...
* * *
Isaac was curled up on his side, the dark jacket pulled around his shoulders and the worn jeans that hung from his hips seemed out of place in the sterile white atmosphere. His eyes were closed, lids toned a faint shade of purple against his otherwise pale face. Even though he was asleep...he didn't look a
Pudding and Pie - pt. 4 - YAOIPart FourPudding and Pie - pt. 4 - YAOI7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The curtains wavered in the thin starlight, the off-white fabrics shot through with natural silvers and blacks. The apartment was dark...as dark as it had ever been. Shadowy outlines were all that remained of the expensive furniture and décor, smudges of gray against the black. The only light filtered through a white sheet that had been thrown over the porcelain shade of a lamp, muting the brilliance that would normally have spilled from its bulb.
Cain knelt under the light, resting his elbows on the couch that he'd positioned there and furrowing his brow at the figure sprawled across it. Isaac hadn't been moving when he'd found him. That alone was enough to steal several heartbeats from the older boy's chest; leaving in their place hollow empty spaces of silence that seemed to last forever. If Isaac had been in bad shape before, he was absolutely crushed now. The only thing that had stopped Cain from taking him directly to the hospital was his caution toward the questio
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
LifePassion.Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
larksongbirds and grackleslark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wringing meaning from white
fall to silence
Black HoleIn the center of a galaxy lies a dark vortexBlack Hole4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As young stars branch out it eats away at the old
From this path it will not flex,
For none will it a second withhold
No sun is too big, it devours great power,
Nor, any moon too small to escape notice,
They are all pulled into its depths to disappear forever
Though, it also the force that spins the spiral
The engine that drives, from which purpose derives.
Pudding and Pie - pt. 5 - YAOIPart FivePudding and Pie - pt. 5 - YAOI7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Isaac's eyes fluttered open, remaining half-lidded as he quietly listened.
He let go of the breath he'd been holding, the fear that the strange noise had brought on subsiding as he became aware of what exactly it was. A heartbeat...steady and hushed. Cain's heartbeat, to be exact. A sound that was completely foreign and yet so familiar, Isaac wanted to hold it up to his ear like a seashell frisked up by the waves. Swallowing the sleep in his throat, Isaac painstakingly rolled over and pressed his face into Cain's chest, letting the heartbeat pulse through him.
Cain's hand came at his back, warm from being under the covers all night, his fingers stroking small circles just under the younger boy's shoulder blades. Isaac shivered, and momentarily thought of pulling away before casting the thought aside and simply allowing himself to relax. So what if Cain touched him? They'd spent the entire night in the same bed, for God's sake! Not much else could top that. W
Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,Discarded.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.
But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.
Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.
I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."
On PrecipicioOn Precipicio3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When our wings intertwined
and I fell into your music –
(It flowed like a trance and
dampened my skin with droplets, pianissimo) –
I could have lost myself
in your sonata storm
and let my chitinous scales wash away.
I knew even then
those strings held you bound
in ways I never could.
Pudding and Pie - pt. 2 - YAOIPart TwoPudding and Pie - pt. 2 - YAOI7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Isaac walked quickly, his head down and his gaze fixed on the sidewalk. He could feel the brush of those around him, passing by without so much as a second glance. But above that...fevered glances burned at his back. The eyes of the others who had dipped into the same sort of 'family' Isaac had just dropped out of. They were the ones that noticed the bruises. They were the ones that noticed the cuts. Whereas everyone else passed it off as just another accident. They were the ones who knew.
And this alone put Isaac in a very dangerous situation. From his wounds the onlookers could draw one of two conclusions. Either the kid knew how to fight and carried the bruises as battle scars. Or the kid had quit his family. He was open. He was vulnerable. Nobody had his back anymore. Free game...strike now.
Isaac had never been good at lying.
And that's why every last threat in the school knew the truth.
* * *
Shark bait, Isaac muttered, glancing down the hall at a group o
Grow UpSo what, she's gayGrow Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just leave her alone
She is human
Like you and me
She is still the same person
You knew and spoke to before
She just told you a secret
She thought a friend should know
She trusted you
Well not anymore
When she got the courage to tell you
You let her down
And treat her as if she's nobody anymore
Why can't you just understand?
It's perfectly normal
And okay to be gay
It's not a disease
It's just a part of life
I hope she knows
I'm still by her side
And like her for who she is
She is my sister
That is all that matters
caring for p(o)etsscribbling down vicious verses oncaring for p(o)ets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tissue napkins while seated at
the corner of a sidewalk cafe is
about as romantic, raw and
honest a p(o)et
-outside of the four corners of your bedpost-
if you've got that person dreading over
drafts and dreams on end
-of you, for you-
consider yourself a new owner
it is now time to
tame this p(o)et's perverse mane
you've got your hands on
a fragile purebred
which can be very tricky for
DenialDenial:Denial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the mountains
and sighs, knowing that they reach toward the heavens
He begins his climb
his hands soon bloodied, his fingers digging into the hardened stone
He continues to drag himself
against the crags that scrape against his peeling skin
Unwilling to end his climb prematurely
though the rocks continue to slice into his flesh
Blood is drawn with a single desperate gasp
as pain rings out throughout his frame
His feet tremble and his hands grow numb
but still he continues to climb ever higher...
The winds threaten to throw him from the face of the mountain
and they slowly begin to waste him away
His body turns to dust and is scattered away amongst the clouds
But still he presses on!
Eventually, all that is left of this man
is a pair of hands clinging stubbornly to the rocks
and though the winds may blow, the man's spirit wills them on
Inch by painful inch they climb, undetered and utterly determined
For even if he lacks a body, even if he has nothing lef
MemoryI remember you, quiet man,Memory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plaidly relieved against a backdrop
spangled with motes of starry dust.
I remember you, blue eyes,
all black socks and white sweater,
and the way you used to eat mayonnaise.
I made fun of you for that.
I remember you smiling,
no tubes, no pumps.
And in the blue room, I played a game,
pretending I could keep you here
as long as I stayed awake, imagining
my breath sustaining you-
in and out
in and out
in and out
and once more.
But my heart cramps,
and my eyes are sore,
and this is not so much a poem
as a thinly veiled prayer
that you still guard me as I sleep,
though open eyes did not save you.
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
Fortunato's PrayerFortunato's Prayer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lure me in with silk and gold,
beaded velvet, satin threads
drawn across lips still red with wine.
Draw me down beneath the world
into some secret, wanton lair
while Carnival still beats within our veins.
Wall me up behind the dark
and leave me with my silver chains
to think on wiles byzantine,
Montresor's bleak design.