Hansel and GretelThe city, like the forest, is no place for the youngHansel and Gretel7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sluggish tram moves like a giant tongue
And the people who shiver from street to street
Have teeth for their eyes, and eyes for their teeth.
drowning out westdrowning out west10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has not been so bad here -- warmer than home and they call the place differently than we do. You know how we always said Mizzery?
They call it Mizzera.
Auntie J and Uncle Agner have made the attic comfortable for me. From my window I can see hills fattening in the distance and the river veins away from them -- winds right through the pasture.
Tell mother I wear the cardigan she crocheted and no one can tell yet. Auntie looks hard, cause she knows I should be blowing up, but she's disappointed. She tells me eat right cause she wants her new baby healthy and she heaps enough food for two grown-ups on my plate; I eat as much as I can, but it all comes up anyway.
Give everyone my love.
Mother is still too upset to write; I hope you understand. I'm glad you're settled in.
Agner only owns the pasture,
he hasn't a breath of livestock
His job is on the road,
so I'm alone with Auntie
and the boys most days.
The phone rings
PlatinumPlatinum10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had the strangest conversation the night before last,
My life is shooting blanks.
It was the anthem in my head.
She was born beautifully but partially dead
And I was not to blame.
Her umbilical cord was cut and no blood reached her head.
But we are all the same.
I need somebody,
Her platinum smile melted from her face.
I need somebody to need in this fucking hollow place.
I am the shadow man, I replied empathetically.
Flawed by protruding ribs,
Looked yellow-green when the lights were dim.
My head spun my pulse flew God it must have been the gin.
She broke over me in waves. I felt so numb.
She looked at me I felt her wilt; so thin.
It was the forefinger and thumb.
I need somebody to-- Fuck.
She said. I don't know what I'm saying anymore.
It's just a run of bad luck.
It's just my mind is such a whore.
She said I've tried to build a garden
Out of metal, out of flesh.
She said I've tried to weld an armor,
But honey ain't it meaningless?
Don't you think it's a great jok
Dry Clean OnlyDry Clean Only9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself:
"Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry."
Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets, and has already taken the time to write "GONAD" on your forehead in sharpie, and the most interesting thing about you, is your bumper stickers.
Save a cow, eat a vegetarian
My wife's other car is a broom
Osama loves your SUV
Laundry day has consumed your youth.
Multiply your dread by ten if you have to leave the sanctity of your house to launder your
The Bird"Found a bird in delta." I say.The Bird8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
John doesn't stir, so I repeat.
"Said a bird flew in. Little scrawny thing, but it got in."
"What I thought. But it did."
I can hear John stretch out in the bunk above me, the ancient springs groaning as his body and muscles shift across them.
"Where's the leak?"
"Sally's looking. Be in delta though - can't of got through a bulkhead."
"Better not be delta two."
I nod, because neither of us want it in delta two.
"What sort of bird?"
"Little scrawny bastard, don't know. Could look him up."
John swings himself off the top bunk, and sits down on the end of my bed to do his boots up.
"Nah. Still loose?"
"Hope he gets out."
And then we laugh, because it's just such a normal thing to think, because birds should be out, shouldn't they?
two shades of desperatetwo shades of desperate9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It crackles like static, this love --
damaged, like vinyl records
attracting dust that sleeps inside grooves,
falling deeper into slumber
as the stylus passes over
scratching, so I can't settle
into the paralysed wind
and I'm waiting,
like an old set of speakers
on the wall, declining all requests
to overflow the room with it's hums
until you un-press mute
and isn't it funny
how I still sit at work, after all this time
and open stubborn carrier bags
on my checkout, charging the thin metal strip
of conveyer belt edges
to untouchable --
until a slip of a finger
brings another shock
and I blame you
for having such numb hands
that cannot peel the plastic apart.
EucalyptusEucalyptus8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skirts are so thick
if you spun her upside down
she would open up like a rose-
violent yellow pumps
and bubble ankles on
lanky blue legs, waving like stamen in the rain.
she's pollinating all over the room
a good thing to ask would be
why have I waited so long.
Do you remember burning me around your neck? I singed your hair, but didn't say anything.
It just curled from my fingers.
I sit far away now-
wrapped around my new love like a cat,
telling ghost stories and missing your shoulders,
flicking back and forth against the subway walls.
I got a letter today
a train schedule
another reminder of my
residence in the wings.
why have I waited so long?
I remember the day
you sat in my livingroom
somber, surrounded by fruit,
while I ran back and forth
miserable and sweating, trying to
find something appropriate to wear at the funeral.
you played at his memorial
and I watched
leaning back on the carpet and forgetting
entirely where I was.
EgoEgo9 years ago in Open More Like This
I'm not the guy
who plays electric guitar
and makes girls vibrate
with a plucked g-string
(I play 3rd clarinet in band, the 1st clarinetist plays pokemon at lunchtime)
I'm not the guy
who kicks a goal
after evading the defender
before his gf kisses him
(I play defense, never score)
I'm not the guy
who has to choose between
and goes to all of them.
(Last saturday, the highlight was dressing up my dog)
I'm not the guy
you wait for if
he is kept inside
you cant be anything without him.
(The teacher stops me, to talk, and my companions seem to accelerate.)
I'm the guy ,
reading between lessons
and you might think
that my life is boring
I'm the guy,
who cried on christmas
because his stocking showed
that no one knew him
I'm the guy,
who eats raw cauliflower
because there were no apples
I'm the guy,
who after she said no,
had it pointed out
"Notice how I didn't hesitate?"
I'm the guy,
who has nothing to eat
at the pizza lunch.
they never think
about the vegetarian
I'm the g
AdamAdam10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'sometimes when I breathe in
it's like a kick in the heart -
but I do not need saving'
When I was seven years old I wrote those words
in a letter to fairies. Then I slipped the note inside
a pink pillow case, then listened out for their wings
smacking air out of the way.
I did not like sleeping alone.
When I was 11 I kissed a boy with blond hair
and blue eyes, his name was Adam
and his lips were too warm, but I still kissed him
sixteen more times.
He had a royal blue fleece jacket and always smiled.
Always, but I never felt like smiling
and he always asked me why -
'I am too sad' I would say,
then he would hold my white cheeks
in his palms.
On January 24th 1999,
Adam must have felt sad too
because he turned into exactly how I felt on the inside.
But I did not cry when I was told,
it was more like a cold dream
dropping sharp-edged stones on my chest,
and surely soon I would wake up with one or two
still jammed inside my throat,
three minutes later I realised it was just dirty a
.Black.Ribbon..Black.Ribbon.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cross between her fingertips
She says she never meant to hurt you
But the splinters in your heart tell you otherwise
And if she loves you any more
You'll surely die, but does it matter
Does it matter that you still feel her
Fingers pushed inside you, playing with your soul
Brushed against your angel wings
You mean to tell her, honestly
You really wish she'd choke
But her corset tightens 'round your lips
And her ribbons, down your throat
You're stupid again
Stupid to think she'd listen any way
When all that's said is lies
Admit you've come to need them
Grown attached to their subtle joys
And when that cross between her fingers
Presses firmly against your chest
Next time you'll surely cry
Knowing full well that silence is best
This Is A Poem About...Shes spinning in circles and her fingerprints are leavingThis Is A Poem About...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
little bits of her story behind. Theyre smudged and erratic - sporadic yet
exactly where she intends them to be, and shes hoping that someone
will make something beautiful out of all the imprints.
Shes changing the world one word at a time, with strings of
vowels and consonants because
every now and then someone stops to listen.
Maybe shes not extraordinary, and maybe shell never trace her fingertips
over the contours of his heart but
for now, shes swinging under the autumn sun. Shes
breathing against hurricanes and theres a sparkle in her eyes.
And even though its raining and shes drenched
right down to her bones, shes dancing in spirals and
leaving pretty patterns in the puddles.
This is not about him. This is a poem about everything that isnt
him, because shes been leaking her soul away in words
and shes not sure how much of it she has l
Phoenix DownFallen but not brokenPhoenix Down11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gone but not lost
Eyes powerful and courageous
Regardless of the cost
A phoenix struck down
Only rises from its ashes with fiery brilliance
Not a single a moment of doubt
A flawless image of awe inspiring resilience
No damage is irreparable
Even when hope cannot be found
Nothing can shatter the spirit
Of a phoenix struck down
stand bystand by10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. I have not heard from you in about five weeks,
I feel like I am missing about
half of my self.
I cannot sleep,
my head clanks against hard pillows
and I can never drink enough water
to clean all this away.
2. I called in sick at work again
and I lay on an unmade bed watching
the blinds batter the window frame
into a broken blue. It distracts me from sleeping
but not from the thought of
Outside it is cold, the sky sits sadly,
drooping clouds from its shabby fingers
like cotton candy yo-yos
and the rain does not fall -
but I think it should.
3. I cannot find you,
are you hiding, in the sleeves
of my jumper?
The cuffs look bitten and when I close my eyes
I can see you inside the cloudy green, listening
with rolling eyes,
as I mumble in poetry
that you are not meant to hear.
4. The doctor says I am okay, just a little
Infected - he sent me back to bed
and mother keeps leaving tomato soup
on a grey tray outside my door, with notes
from my friends
but not from
The HedgeThe Hedge11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I have a small pair of scissors in my hand. There is no question that they are hopelessly inadequate for the task. The silver of them glints against my nail polish, and they glitter in the lights from the hedge. In front of me the hedge stretches for miles. In an odd way I only half comprehend, I know instinctively that it is longer even than this- strange twists of light conspire to make it appear as one long straight hedge, whereas in reality the fabric of the hedge is rucked and pleated in on itself, so that it is impossible to gauge its length. I have heard whispered rumours in the convoluted chambers of my subconscious- rumours to the effect that the hedge is circular. For my purposes, then, the hedge wou
A Reply To The Love NoteIt was clear that evening, when the wind suddenly picked up and swept a letter into the tree branch outside of the room on the second floor. A teenage boy looked up from over his laptop, spying the letter neatly tucked away. He got up from his seat and walked swiftly to the window, lest it be blown away before he could reach it. Opening the window, he climbed up on the ledge and snatched the letter, returning safely inside.A Reply To The Love Note8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Upon reading the letter, he got to a table and started to write.
Good evening my Angel,
Do the stars miss you dearly when they depart each morning? Does the moon yearn for your gaze as much as I do? How is it there in heaven? What possessed you to write such a letter for a wretched soul? Perhaps I am not the one meant for your adoration, my sweet; please forgive me if you receive this letter to discover that it was sent to the wrong address. Im afraid that... my handwriting is abysmal, please forgive me if you cannot read this. Are you certain
cauterizedcutting you fromcauterized6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is like
laying my hands
coals until my fingers
but I can do
this if it's the
to let you
Spovedania unui RebelNu mă aştept să mă înţelegi.Spovedania unui Rebel8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vreau doar să mă asculţi.
Nu îmi place calofilismul excesiv.
Poate sunt un idiot genial.
Locuiesc într-o lume opacă. E relaxant.
Sunt post-nonconformist. Sunt idiot.
Îmi place preotul roz.
Îmi urăsc paranoia.
Ador natura moartă.
Urmăresc decapitările celor cu capul în nori.
Urăsc versurile. Urăsc tot ce scriu.
Urăsc cititorii. Urăsc ascultătorii.
Urăsc gândurile. Urăsc insomnia.
Urăsc cetăţeanul. Urăsc sistemul.
Urăsc carnea. Urăsc sufletul corupt.
Urăsc ce văd. Ador ce aud.
Urasc ura ta.
Urasc incercarea de a fie eu.
Urasc pe tine ca ma citesti.
Esti multumit de ceea ce vezi?
Uraste-ma in continuare poate ai sa ma crezi.
A XXX-a zi, dincolo de usa XXXa xxx-a zi, dincolo de usa xxxA XXX-a zi, dincolo de usa XXX8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fiecare sentiment sigilat
în borcane cu capac capsat...
Văzul e slăbit, tremură mâna
sau se dilată
cubul în care zac?
Am patru pereţi
cu care vorbesc şi
câteodată ei îmi răspund
printr-un zgomot surd,
Privesc cum zi de zi
rugina se extinde,
recad în vis şi
El mă minte...
Printre gratii de fier
Din spaţii si fragmente de ieri
vise se nasc,
-despre lumea de-afară ...
Din distanţe de azi
(ca într-un puzzle incomplet şi ratat)
iluzii mimez. Pentru încă o vară ...
fiecare centimetru pătrat;
însă mă trezesc
şi locul pare atât de străin:
Un loc potrivit-pentru
un spectru diform
lipit de perete-
unde se joacă între ele umbre
toate adormind sedate.
Woman, Water, and StarsWoman, Water, and Stars5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I drink starlight
And dance in moon river
My eyes deep as the dawn
My heart light as a feather
Water warms my limbs
Silvers my skin
Touches my lips
Kisses my hips
Trace stars in the night
On the sky
I bloom in the shadows
And dance in the fire
I believe in the wind,
In the earth, in delight
I drink starlight
And dance in moon river
My hands bright as a song
My heart light as a feather
Day Old CoffeeCoffee cares.Day Old Coffee8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And how safe it is to feel safe.
And I know it's fun to pretend.
So let's face it this was never what you wanted.
The things we do just to stay alive.
And I fall, I fall, I fall down.
But I found you, before I drift away.
And isn't it great to find that you're really worth nothing.
Now blank stares and empty threats are all I have.