What Happens at the Bowling Alley....To be completely sure, I am not one who harbors any violent tendencies. However, I can be provoked. When I am, there's always a very good reason behind my responses. When some snot-nosed, twelve year old toothpick of a boy at the bowling alley decided to waltz up, and for whatever reason steal my brand new forty dollar felt fox-ear hat right off my head, and saunter off into the boy's bathroom, well, that's just not going to stand. MIND YOU, I don't know this boy. I've never met him in my life, but GOD, you could smell the arrogance on him. Of course, I went after him, I don't know what made him think I wouldn't come into the boy's bathroom if he's got something of mine (obviously, none too bright). I screamed at him a little bit, and he hid behind the door, which I used to squish him, at least twice I slammed it into him. Then, I opened it, cornered him, put on my meanest, ugliest face, and demanded that he give it back. Little git nearly lost his fluids. And other bodily wastes. I go
Take Care of Me"Take care of me, please," he pleads.Take Care of Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"But, oh, love, I am..." she replies. "I give you your food, and your medicine, and I clothe you, clean you--"
"Oh you haven't given me care. Not any care in the world."
"How dare you! I have given my time willingly to be your support!"
"I am not dying from this disease, that's ravaged my body.... I die from a lack of love."
"Nonsense. The inane babble of a sick man. If you were going to die, all the love in the world wouldn't prevent that."
"Oh, but it might; then, it might not. But in the end we all just want to be held." He said.... and so died.
Sports"Chloe, do something!"Sports4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind comes rushing back to the stuffy sports hall
My class are staring at me expectantly.
I look at the old, dull basketball at my feet,
And half-heartedly throw it
Out of court.
I hear a chorus of 'boos'
"Nice one, loser"
"Gee, what a throw"
Sarcastic comments are hurled at me as the other girls run past,
Their long, tanned legs barely covered by the regulation PE shorts.
I look down my pale, thin and bruised knees.
At least I'm small enough
For the shorts to cover the trail of cuts
On my thigh.
I retreat back into the corner of the court
Waiting for the bell to ring,
And send me to an hour of maths.
As I walk out of the changing rooms,
I hear cackles behind me:
"Can't even throw a ball"
"I don't think she's ever made eye contact, like, ever!"
I run away with tears pouring down my cheeks.
Holding a pack of gauze
To the line of
Running down my arm,
I replay the sounds I heard
During sports class.
The voices change,
NarcissusWhen it came to homosexuality, Miles was old-fashioned. He was embarrassed, a little ashamed and had waited until both of his parents were dead. He was a little disconcerted by the world of modern relationships. The physical aspect was embarked upon immediately. Love, however, could only be mentioned when the couple had been together for a suitable period of time. The rule was you can't love someone you don't know.Narcissus4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Miles had fallen in love with Brett instantly. Helplessly. He'd never experienced such panic and hope. Sex seemed inevitable, completely out of his control. But it hadn't happened. Affection hadn't materialised either. Reality reasserted itself. Brett didn't feel the same way about him. Brett didn't feel that way about anyone. There were countless admirers surrounding him male and female. He was young and beautiful. Astoundingly beautiful. Miles would have done anything for him. Which is why he'd made the mistake of agreeing to become his agent.
It was only a small mo
Ah, FairUpon her shoulders a cloak of ash,Ah, Fair4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
and in her hand, a crystal pear.
Upon his brow, a crown of bramble.
His voice is carried on the air.
A time of rest, a time of sleep,
He wore no shoes upon his feet.
And as she spoke her voice was deep.
And as he spoke his voice was meek.
O, chaos, crystal, shattered care,
the light that catches, tosses, ere,
a sun might shine on those who keep,
a love through all the ages fair.
HopeLet those unwanted memories pass,Hope4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And be positive and start anew
Forget the awful past,
And look forward to where you're heading to
Let us head towards the road of hope,
With a thousand doves passing by
In a vast field of withered grass,
Grows a sprout with utmost pride
As you mourn from a grave mistake,
Let me tell you about the box of Pandora
When you feel you are not worth a task,
Remember that everyone has his flaw
Never let the tiniest of discourages
Become a hindrance in your way
Instead of worrying and worrying,
Be happy, be gay
The Faceless GirlIf you took away the iron shellThe Faceless Girl4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If You took away the laughter
If you took away these things
She would rebel
Against the charade that was her master.
If you took away the happiness
and the illusion of fake courage
You would begin to see the shyness
And the Faceless Girl would flourish.
You would've seen that
She was not what she seems
The Joyfulness would break away
Revealing all her broken dreams.
You'd see she cried not from her eyes
For she had none
But she cried from her saddened soul
In the light she had begun
But the darkness took its toll.
She was the faceless girl
That no one seems to see
Her silent screams reveal
she wanted to be is free.
She wore a mask of joy
That people seemed to like
But underneath the mask
she cried with every strike
Do you not see how
Your forked tongue slashes
Opening up the scars
Of previously made gashes
Do you not notice
How the faceless girl pretends
she looks like a beautiful Lotus
But her weary life, she ends.
In the dimly lit white room
She used a
The Real MeCharades was the game we always played.The Real Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Except no one was there to ever guess.
No one seemed to care about what I was.
They couldn't see through my disguise at all.
They didn't even try.
I keep it all bottled up.
Everything bottled up inside of me.
No one tries to dig deep enough,
To break the seal on what's hiding the real me.
They all take my answers of "I'm fine",
But I really want someone to say,
"No you're not."
And actually try to find
The real me.
05 January 2012
HopeWorry not, my one, for if you'll hear;Hope4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Put the dead ground to thine ear,
Hark! Spring's new sound shall echo through
Thine chest, thine eyes, are born anew.
StarvingI eat because I'm not hungryStarving5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I starve because I am
Clean hands are always dirty
It's all just an honest sham
I'm happiest when I cry
I do my best when I don't try
I love her 'cause she hates me
I am because I can't be
Warm blood flows through skin stone cold
I listen to what I'm not told
I close my eyes when I'm cognizant
Wide open when the world seems distant
I'm smart because I don't know
Watering a rose that will never grow
I know where I am when I am lost
I love the warmth of winter's frost
I often finish before I start
Listening to the beat of a lifeless heart
Giving things I don't posses
Terrifying the brave and fearless
I'm openly locked up tight
Take a left when they say "go right"
In the shadows I quietly scream and holler
Such a hateful little lover
I'm silently floating on the ground
I can truthfully tell her a lie
I'm loudest when I don't make a sound
Maybe I will awaken
T h e d a y I f i n a l l y d i
After AllAfter All4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's sad to say this, but it's still true,
These simple words fit more than you do.
I look at my reflection,
But she's not me.
I look at the connection,
But it's something I can't see.
Who's this girl?
She's not me.
Each hair curled perfectly.
I still can't forget her face.
What's her name? Where's she from?
Where's her place, to belong?
On the outside she looks so happy,
So she can't be me.
In the pond, at the park,
In the window, when it's dark,
I can see her. She looks so confused.
I see sorrow and pain,
Only the abused can contain.
In her eyes tears are threatening to fall.
What a surprise, she's me after all.
NothingIt's nothing -Nothing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel nothing
Wait out the days
my love -
What am I
There's nothing -
Yet everything -
I'm fighting -
fighting to Stay
more at Stake -
I can't lose
I'm Slipping into
Draws me near -
let go . . .
My Mouth ShutI hadn't really thought about it,My Mouth Shut4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
really what I'd wrote
was just a prose
a little thought inside my head
a thought of you.
The sticky words caught in my throat,
I'm bound to choke
upon the sentiment
I cannot yet undo,
I feel just like you do.
I'll say it soon;
I love you, too.
EducationDo you realize you're killing them?Education4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
They had a thought, you snuffed it out
As quick as ever
With that brass metal cap of yours
choking flames dancing over wax
of a white colour.
A thought, a blaze
to consume the conventional
to better a life
by clearing spotless
a dying forest of overused
cliches and tired methods
which elicit no satisfying results
But they are the product of a mind
Who has learned everything,
and will not take wisdom from his students
for fear that they are better
in everything that they do
So they must be wrong.
No, a product of an environment
suffocated by brush and bramble,
Thorns of consistency preventing an escape
a break in the wall would be.... unthinkable,
A horrid occurrence when for once in the time
We spend all day in that school,
we can breath through our noses.
For once, when a person can openly
criticize a poorly-done demonstration,
because we didn't learn anything,
and isn't that the point of it,
or have we given up on that
My dearest profes
Positive thinkingIf in your dying thoughts you see,Positive thinking4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"There's nothing lies beyond this life."
Then nothing there will surely be.
Were I to think on Godly light
on heaven's gates, and mirth, her king,
shall open up the skies on high,
and readily recieve me.
Hunting the WitchHunting the Witch:Hunting the Witch4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tracked her down to a squalid cave
Where the entrance smelled of rotting flesh.
Putrid and vile, bloated with maggots;
It stung the nose with every breath.
I avoided choking and steeled my will
For the mouth was a facade to deter the weak.
But the inside was opulent, rich and vibrant;
It matched the prey which I had to seek...
She sat in the center, confident and calm
Displayed on a throne of solid gold.
She wore a dress of beautiful silk
Red in colour, and very bold...
Her scent reminded me of gentle flowers
It soothed the soul to behold this sight.
She appeared in the form of an ancient goddess;
Bathed in a pillar of mystical light...
Do you like what you see, my dearest hunter?
She cooed in musical twit.
I'm afraid I do, my fairest lady
I'll admit that I liked her a bit.
She smiled and stood from her golden throne;
Coming close without a hint of fear...
She licked her lips and smiled at me
Shall I please you now my dear?
My BaneIf I must, I will take it from them.My Bane4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I must, I will bear their heavy burden.
If I must, I will carry it to it's proper place.
I will bury it.
Drop it like the scalding thing it is,
and bandage my burns.
So I will make a solemn vow,
N'er to touch the awful, hurtful thing