John, A EulogyThis one's for John,John, A Eulogy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who was suddenly called away
by the delicious roots of a spreading yew.
He crumbled softly in his room,
until an empty service finally drew
the life from his body,
like poison from a wound.
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
1.there are stars up there. and other things too.1.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you'd list them all except you really don't want to bore everyone with those crash courses you took in astronomy at the age of ten. and also because the only reason you did was to show that snooty-nosed brat of a girl who sat next to you in class that you were the clever one and she had a face like a bulldog.
but everyone knows the stars. or at least pretend they do. but that's not important, okay? because there are stars. stars and planets and asteroids and comets and space debris, floating around in that empty stretch of black space and nothingness that lies between us and them.
"i... i'm not sure."
there are some moments that people like to share around. pass along the line like chinese whispers at a party. and then there
Desert PoemA skull sizzles in the sand as I sitDesert Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down beside it and let the wind
scrape me with riddles of red,
that burn on my skin. I stare
ahead into the desert abyss,
see bullets. Soon they shine
in a charge of light
before dissolving, slowly,
like my breath. I grab the skull
and set it on my lap; what else
is left? Eventually smoke
will move in and fit me
into the garment of a ghost,
where I'll glow all yellow
and lit from within, as if
suns were my organs.
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
I dont care.I dont care.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
if you cared, you wouldnt have left at all.
im so scared, cuz im about to fall.
as i reach for a grasp, it all fades into black.
if you cared, you wouldnt let me fall,
and im so scared, cuz you wont answer my call.
in the mist, i feel bliss, i just cant resist the fact that you still exist.
as i cry on the floor, in my chest i feel sore, i wont take this anymore.
im not scared cuz im not going to fall,
and i dont care if you left, i dont need you at all.
on my feet i will stand, i dont need your demands.
cuz im not scared.
i dont care...i dont care...i dont ca-...
Continental DriftI suppose you call this time fall.Continental Drift2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s always autumn to me. Your alien mind
likes to speak in a distorted tongue.
And when we see the spinning leaves
drifting down an eggshell sky
I catch oak, and your hands are empty.
There half the houses stand empty,
you say as you watch rain fall.
There the world is bigger than the sky,
with room for my restless mind.
I know you pine for maple leaves,
for bittersweet syrup on your tongue.
The words are waiting to leave your tongue.
This land is small and your heart is empty.
That’s why everyone ups and leaves.
This place is paradise after the fall,
There you can be naked. No one would mind,
no one would see you bare yourself to the sky.
Through the window is my perfect sky,
the places that come easy to my tongue,
If we left maybe no one would mind
but me, I say. But if your land is empty
who would catch me in your wondrous fall?
If your land is perfect, wha
A bad day(There is vore in this story so if you don't like vore I wouldn't read this if you do than continue thanks.)A bad day2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sand and dry heat whipped it's way across the earth. Waking up a little brown field mouse. He slowly opened his eyes while shielding them from the harsh environment with his front paws. Panic slowly started to fill his heart as he realized he had no idea where he was or how he got there. Minutes past but to the mouse it felt like hours. "Okay Chester calm down" the mouse said trying to ease his panic. Chester looked around for some kind of shelter as the sun beamed down on his tiny body. His fur was meant for forest biomes so it wasn't helping with the new sandy biome he was now trapped in. The heat was taking a toll on Chester's little body quickly as he crawled at the speed of a turtle across the burning sand. Little less than a hour later Chester collapsed on the sand as it slowly sucked away his very soul.
Minutes away from Chester was a sandy brown jackal. His name wa
Breathe AgainBreathe Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A day without seeing your face
Is like a day spent without oxygen,
So if it's so hard for me to stay away,
Why am I walking out of your door?
Why aren't you chasing after me?
You're just letting me leave,
Without a word,
Even after I've poured my soul out
And given you everything that I have:
You took it all without a second thought,
But you never gave anything in return,
So I'm left
Empty and afraid.
I can't keep living like this,
But with each step I take,
The oxygen gets more scarce,
And I feel light-headed,
Because you took my breath away
And never gave it back.
You never did anything for us.
I know that I shouldn't,
But I glance back at you
And see a man who is just fine alone.
What does that make me?
Can I learn to breathe again on my own?
I suppose that I'll have to,
Because I cannot go back to you,
As much as my heart tells me to,
I know that it's not the right choice.
Someday, I know,
I will breathe again with ease.
Radioactive Snowflakes Oh boy, boy, boyRadioactive Snowflakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the last shall be,
and that arctic disposition will melt away in time
written on a hearth rug, read it and then
turn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM
"Oh boy, boy, boy
Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat,
bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"
For the last shall be,
when fractals free fall from the sky
thickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time
measured it all in half-life
Oh boy, boy boy
Is It So UnfairIs It So Unfair2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it so wrong
that I want to find a love
like in the movies
the kind you wish for
in day dreams
but in this society
our dreams were torn by reality
how can I believe this
that my love has been restricted
and denied and scorned and battered
and by who?
people who claim to know the ways of the heart
and believe they can create the best world for us
by creating a living hell for us
do they not know
that love isn't about the body
making her smile when she's sad
and hugging her
burying my head in the crease of her shoulder
laughing loudly and holding hands
it's when I can't live with out her
I'd do anything for her
isn't that right?
love isn't bound by holy words
or disdained looks
its a freedom that burns and yearns
for the chance with another
who can see what you see
and help share the burden of this world
it's the love of her
accepting me for who I am
what I am, a woman
so to all those out there
with butchered voices
and broken eyes
who have to quietly hide
don't let society
Two-FacedI amTwo-Faced3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The woman the child
Trailing like wedding gowns
With shoes too high, going toward the sky
Covered over in clouds
Who do they see in the mirror?
A child with too much time
The sunshine, the moon
Always in hiding
Day after day, fading away
Afraid to stay more than half a day
What do the people see?
A moon with nothing to say
The magma, the sea
Bursting at the rocks
Splashing and burning, never turning
Exploding at the extreme
What do the scientists see?
The sea that never learned
Unable to function
Not choosing, just losing
Only destined to carry the shame
Who does the teacher see?
The student who's nothing new
The Myself, the I
One thing then the other
Having to lose, to think before I do
Not seeing who I am
What do I see?
One person with the face of Two.
Episode of ContentmentOn a rockEpisode of Contentment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the sea
under a cloud
there she sat
content with life
as the water
from the sky
soaked through clothes
making the molecules
for the pleasure
of being alive
ScarsI have already told you of the burns covering meScars4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The tale of my scars is not something easy to foresee
Sadly the scars are more noticeable to the eye
Fear not though, their stories are in a steady supply
I admit some of these marking are self inflicted
That does not leave my ability to share restricted
Those particular markings are from darker days
Although they have past, their memory stays
The greatest of these marks runs up my left forearm
The sight of it might cause many to recoil in alarm
Though it pleases me to see that with time it has faded
My confidence and self respect, is no less degraded
Though this marking is just a single imperfection
Coupled with the others makes for a gruesome collection
Blue ExperienceI fell in love with her eyes,Blue Experience3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaning over a coffee shop counter,
Grubby, worn wood holding it's own charm,
The smell of coffee,
Nothing compared to her eyes.
As she handed me the cup.
I was mesmerised from the moment,
Chuck a few coins in the tip box,
Just for those eyes.
I went in more after that,
Hoping she'd be there,
We'd talk surrounded by
Softly glowing fairy lights,
As she'd wipe down tables.
I'd sit there with a newspaper,
But I didn't really pay attention.
All that mattered was her voice,
Soft and special as if just for me.
But I fell in love with her eyes first.
That would sparkle like the seas
From my childhood
Every time she'd laugh.
As I walked in once again,
With a ring of the bell
That matched her tinkling giggle perfectly,
Sweet, that smile with her dimples,
As her cheeks flushed red,
But I fell in love with her eyes first.
Brilliant, aquamarine eyes,
That haunted me.
Through our conversations that revealed
Her to me.
She was perfect.