Pen's CallEvery stroke of the pen.Pen's Call4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Parts of me stick,
Forever trapped in ink.
Open for all to see.
At my weakest moment,
The siren call is heard,
The pen pulls me close,
Whispering for to reveal,
My deepest thought.
Write it for all to see,
The ticks that make up me.
Three Simple Words"I hate you! I hate everything you did! I wish I never met you!" she ranted.Three Simple Words4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He looked sadly at her. "I love you."
Light in the DarknessThe streets were barren as the man moved silently through them, pulling his old coat to his shivering chest. Newly formed puddles were getting harder to avoid as the rain fell down around him and soon, his pant legs were soaked. The rain, however, wasn't the worse of his problems.Light in the Darkness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky was nearly black with clouds, making the shadows stretch out, giving new homes for the creatures to hide. The monsters that lingered there were an old race, ones who saw humans as nothing more than a next meal, or a new toy. The moment the sky grew dark, they were there, waiting to snatch their next victim. Everyone was supposed to pretend that this new future held some sort of harmony between them and the human race, but those who lived in the underbelly of the city knew better.
He let out a huff, his breath smoking out in the cold like his soul leaving his body. Sometimes he wondered what the point was to this useless existence he called a life. When he looked back on this night, h
Seemingly impossible requesti asked for one wordSeemingly impossible request4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
how was i suppossed to know
she would say /walrus/?!
DepressionI feel itDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorry
Mom Dad Ianmyself
IsolationA lonely and distant cryIsolation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As fog rolls over soft waves
She's scared, isolated
On a rock in the middle of the ocean.
The solitude breaks her down
Onto her knees
Sea water sprays her face
It tastes as bitter and desolate as her tears
Dripping slowly into the water
Nothing could possibly end this loneliness
Not a fish, not a crab.
Only the cold, dark abyss welcomes her
It promises precious demise
But hope keeps her from giving in
Hope keeps her alive.
The ActorWhat a wonderful actor I happen to beThe Actor6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can go through these motions
And that's the key
A routine, nothing new
No script, only props
And you don't even have a clue
The world is my stage
One big performance!
Though, maybe more like... a cage.
Simply playing my part,
No choice, no payment.
Where is the art?
No mistakes, no flaws
Or there could be a consequence;
Perfection without applause.
I'll play this part,
From call to close.
No longer is it about the art
I'll do this job, and I'll do it right
No longer a reason to put up a fight.
Fitting InLaughter at someone else's expense,Fitting In5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The flash of pain that is quickly hidden,
The crude feeling of revenge,
Where going your own way is forbidden.
We are supposed to feel confident,
To know that no one can bring us down,
But do we really feel these things?
Maybe it's just a big race, for the crown.
In the end we're all just like snakes.
Squeezing each other, tighter and tighter,
Until one of us snaps and becomes dinner.
In the end it all comes down to the best fighter.
Nothing is harder than trying to be known,
To be seen by those who count, who are seen.
We want it all, the fame and the glamour,
Do we want all these words that are obscene?
The tunnel seems to point in one direction,
But if you turn on the light, you'll see another way.
Where there is evil and spite, there is good and kind.
Life is not always unfair, come what may.
Tell Me A StoryYou show me a story with your handsTell Me A Story7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch the shapes they form
You create me a story with a brush and paint
I see a morning sky is born
You write me a story with paper and ink
I read the words to feel cozy and warm
You tell me a story with the words you say
I listen to syllables transform
You play me a story with your instrument
I hear the melody changing as it floats out of the horn
You dance me a story with the way you move
I move with you feeling the scene you perform
you send me a story with your eyes
I see a story unfolding, a story well form.
Day of SilenceIn unbiased, unspecific terms, the Day of Silence is an opportunity to maintain a vigil that simultaneously reflects on lives cut tragically short and to serve as a reminder of the end result of hatred, prejudice, and indifference. If you are a progressive proponent, it is a day in honor of and reserved for the suffering of the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender communities of America a chance to proclaim a social and political message that the worth of a person is not determined by his or her sexual orientation, and that discrimination on such a merit is no better than racism or sexism. If your views are more orthodox, it is paradoxically an unacceptable acceptance of a deviant lifestyle, the promotion of an agenda that leads to the desecration of traditional family and community values.Day of Silence7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It would be a lie to say that my own view of the Day of Silence is itself unbiased. I am a quietly proud Christian and a proponent of the value of the family, but my experiences and times w
Run AwayRun Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Do you remember Sally Ann? She ran away from home about a year ago, so it's okay if you don't. She was about three inches shorter than I am and had the biggest blue eyes and bright red hair that I still don't know for sure was her natural hair color. I mentioned her to you a few times when we were in the locker room but you may not remember. I was too shy to be open about it then, but none of it matters now, I guess.
Sally Ann didn't really run away from home. She did run away, and I guess she technically did leave home, but that's not all. Scottie, a couple weeks ago I found a letter in one of my text books just moments before I turned it back in. It was from Sally Ann and she wrote it the day before leaving. I thought it might be a letter explaining why she left. I know she left one for her parents but there weren't many details and her folks didn't disclose much more than there was a letter.
Scottie...she left me a suicide letter. She talked about how someone said she
Meeting with the godsHer bare feet hit the forest floor, mud and dirt clinging to them as she sprinted through the woods. Tears were streaming down her face, her hair wildly flowing behind her as she ran. She was going to miss him! She had been waiting for this moment her whole life, a moment she hadn't told a soul about, and now that it was here, she was going to miss it.Meeting with the gods2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had found the clearing on accident, hidden away in the dense forests, tucked back away from a world that was becoming more and more crowded with people and technology. It was a sanctuary, only able to be found by those who knew where to look, or who stumbled there by chance, and didn't understand the meaning of the place. She was just a girl, in the only place in the forest that was clear enough where you could look up and see the blue sky. The light had hit the stones just right, and as she stood there, the gods had appeared. Owl faced creatures with grass-like hair, small, fat ones with moon colored skin, foxes with the eyes
A War of WordsCategory: FanfictionA War of Words3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Summary: It's the 1830s. America and England have a lot of not nice things to say to each other. Historical nonsense.
Dear Pompous Ass,
I hate you.
Dear Moronic Idiot,
It's arse. And is that the best you can do, you bloody uncouth fool?
I hate you as well,
Why are you so mean? Is it because of that stick up your ass?
Not as much as I hate you,
I find your existence to be offensive. That would be why.
Don't even start that,
Two can play that game, you conceited prick.
I'll start whatever I want,
But a boorish, tobacco-spitting nation such as you can't play it well. Especially when you use my insults.
You've always been that way,
You want to bet on that? Who won that Revolution, again?
You were never able to handle it,
I'll concede to that. Perhaps you can play a little, you slavery-supporting bastard.
Why would I ever want to?
That's a low blow, yo
carousel of lovewinter creeps in on quiet feet, as do i; watching carefully from the lobby as the man i've come to love enters with snowflakes in his beard. he pauses for just a moment to shake some stray flakes from his jacket and wring out his scarf. i see and take note, but don't let him notice--i am too shy to face the consequences.carousel of love1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
he is completely unlike my ex; pale skin a far cry from the freckles of fantasies past. he is tall and slim with sincere eyes, and a beautiful set of thin lips that have never lied to me.
he smells like mint and trees, scents that have occupied my car since the day he let himself in as i lost myself, wiping tears from my face with all the care you'd bestow a toddler.
i had felt so stupid then--still feel small when he looks at me--but i'll never forget the fingers that flexed gently around my ribcage as he cradled me above the center console and whispered that everything would be alright.
i'd have never believed a man could be so patient, except that i see it ev
waiting on my ride Saturday January 16 2010waiting on my ride4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's the call of the end of the world. The world's ending are we even listening? And I'm just waiting on my ride. The world's ending and I'm moving. I can't pack any bags. I'm just waiting on my ride. They hear the news and don't know what to do. And I just take a deep breath, close my eyes and remind myself I'm waiting on my ride. Wring my hands. Getting anxious now. But I know He will arrive right on time. Just waiting on my ride. The world's ending and I'm moving. I can't pack any bags. I'm just waiting on my ride.
January 16 2010 Saturday
..That 'end of the world' came to me while I was hearing the news from my dad's blaring TV in the other room
But stillWalking on this path between light and dark is not easyBut still8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I'm so alone I get queazy
But you're there for me
You hold me up and smile down
You give me another wing to light my way through the bad times
You always try and for that I know you care
why do you even dare...
Why do you dare step into my life
I'm so messed up, so many things
I'm afraid I'll tear you apart
Just like the her before me
You stay by myside and hold my hand
Together we are one
Together we are complete
So when I fall
Will you be there?
When I cry
Will you be there?
when I'm mad...
Will you still be there?
Even though you know that my anger could cause you hurt like no other
You'll still be there with the venom in your veins.
of the ground-of the ground3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was Sunday night when Geo climbed into my room from the fire escape. I was painting my toenails and listening to the sounds of the city: police sirens, pulsating bass, the kids in my tenement running guitar riffs back and forth with the street musicians on the sidewalk. That was the year I turned sixteen and took a two-month vow of silence to honor the death of autumn. A premature snow had robbed the season of its delicate warmth and color, forcing the maples to weep their leaves into the gutters. All that rainwater, all that decay. How could anyone create when October was dying outside their windows? Pete and Jake practiced acoustic that entire month. The rest of us were too fragile to play in suicide weather, when the right chords might move us to open our veins.
Geo sat down next to me, examining my bottle of red lacquer. "'To Eros is Human,'" he read, and rolled his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind."
I offered him my shoebox of nail polish. He selected a purple the color of opium
The Loneliest Letter...You're gone but you're still here;The Loneliest Letter...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You whisper in my ear.
Though you don't mean to,
You bring tear after tear.
What have I done?
It seems I won.
But this is no victory;
That was just a lie I spun.
It's me who's lost
The battle I begun.
A war I should'nt have started
Between the moon and the sun.
I took everything from you;
Left you with nothing.
If I said you deserved it,
I'd be bluffing.
For that I must pay.
I stained the past red,
Am tainting the present black,
And will dye the future grey.
After all i've done
You should hate me.
So why are you still here?
Why are you waiting for me?
I left you behind:
Out of sight, out of mind,
But little did I know
This isn't a one man show.
You were always right behind me.
I hated myself.
But all that time
You still stood beside me.
Even when I didnt know,
Even when I forgot you.
You were still here;
And somewhere inside I knew.
And when I was lost
And needed an escape,
When the door was locked,
And I needed a key,
You appeared before me,
.9.+.11.Mama where did you go.9.+.11.7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I can't see you through the smoke
I heard a big crash
Now everything looks like trash
My eyes hurt and my head is spinning
Please mama, this smog just isn't thinning
What is that orange light
Who is screaming mama
Is that you?
Please come find me
I can't breath
Mama I've fallen now
I can't see a thing
What is this place
What has this world become
It's getting darker now
The stench is so foul
Debris is everywhere
Please tell me mama that there's nothing to fear
I close my eyes
Getting ready to cry
But no tears come
Is this the end?
Mama why must this be
I thought this was the land of the free
Now there is nothing but rubble
Our nation is about to crumble
Mama this is good bye
I have given up I can't even cry
Say to daddy that I love him that I really really do
Tell my sister
When she's born
To never ever mourn
For I have gone with others
To a happier place in the clouds
With grace's sweet embrace.
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
MemoriumSoldier, you're no more to fight.Memorium2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sleep softly in the ground.
Never more to tremble or quake
Beneath the awful sound
And angel songs
Within the dismal cloud.
Soldier, rest forever now,
You've made your people proud.
Soldier sent so far away,
Would not be home again.
Suffered every day
Amongst the horror and the pain
Of loss surrounding,
Fire raining down
To scorch and sear.
Soldier, slumber peacefully,
There's nothing now to fear.
To those who rule, on high, the world,
Ever commanding death.
Trampling over all the land
To feed your senseless wealth.
Ask the crimson petals
That have flourished from demise,
If your power is worth
Even the earth
In which your soldier lies.
Shall I compare thee....Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Shall I compare thee....4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're like the sunburn I got at the beach.
Which stings and smarts but will not go away
Worse than mosquito bites just out of reach.
On August mornings sun gets in my eyes
I feel the same whenever you I see
Embarrassed by your childish tricks and lies
You're like the swimsuit that's too old for me.
In raging summer heat I feel quite dead
Worse still are sticky car seats that are hot
Yet when I hear those maxims that you've said
I must say they are false and foolish rot.
But while I groan to think of our first meeting
I know a summer day is short and fleeting.