Once more, Here and Now.Once more, Here and Now.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go by the dying beat of my heart,
with every breath now to be my last...
the music to my life's finale,
with a withering sound.
As tears rush from my eyes,
like the joy through my veins...
Your flesh to mine,
and my lips to yours.
Farewell to you Darling,
are my only lying words to you,
as you will only be blind to me
I shall tell you of my love...
Embrace me once more,
and kiss me with forced elation,
the inspired yet sorrowed passion...
Once more, here and now...
With a withering sound,
and my lips to yours
and I shall tell you of my love...
Once more, here and now...
I go by the dying beat of my heart...
As tears rush from my eyes...
Farewell to you my darling,
Embrace me once more.
In The ValleyIn The Valley3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm here at the stream,
A thunderstorm brewing at dusk,
Listening to voices without names.
At the edge of the mountains,
A hawk looks to discover
The history in the stars.
Why does the laughter in the valley fade in night's web?
As the day comes to an end,
A blanket of silence descends.
Across the Barren DesertThe silence lies over us like dust. He sits in his chair, the newspaper spread before his face. My legs are curled beneath me on the couch as I watch television. The living room is cold.Across the Barren Desert5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A steady drip from the kitchen faucet reminds me that he has not yet fixed it. I mention it, and he nods noncommittally, murmuring something about the weekend.
My bones ache from this strain between us.
I announce that I am going to bed as soon as the ten o'clock news finishes. He offers me a perfunctory smile as I kiss him on the cheek and ascend the stairs.
Another evening exactly the same as the last.
I feel like my soul is withering in this empty monotony.
Undressing slowly, I hang each item up with care. I hate wrinkles.
The bed is chilly but I have become used to sleeping alone. He usually comes to bed late and I cannot remember the last time I fell asleep with his warmth beside me.
My night stand is empty. I hate for him to see me cry, so I long ago removed our wedding photo.
It rained the day
The Peaches in the PeachboxMy mother asked me what hadThe Peaches in the Peachbox5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happened to the peaches in the peach box,
But I could not utter the words.
My hesitant teeth bite into soft,
Fuzz covered skin,
Juice drips down my elbow
As I devour the tender fruit.
It seems almost sinful,
To destroy something so perfect.
And wonderfully innocent.
My mother asked me what had
Happened to the peaches in the peach box,
But I could not utter the words.
Lack of InspirationScribbling, scribbling, scribblingLack of Inspiration5 years ago in Other More Like This
Seeking abnormalities to write
Nibbling, nibbling, nibbling
Chewing nails out of sight
Giggling, giggling, giggling
Such strange words, not so bright
Babbling, babbling, babbling
No inspiration, nor any light
Barbed Wire BalladBarbed Wire Ballad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bring more barbed wire. Bring the heavy rolls
of twisted steel and metal thorns. Wear
heavy gloves, unspool the wire from the roll,
make loops atop the wall. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are metal stakes
on which it may be hung. Go on and on.
Here is a wire cutter for when we are done,
but that will not be soon. Bring more.
Bring more barbed wire. Here are people
to keep out, there are people to confine,
here a place to make secure, here we are
on our side, thank God. Bring more.
Here are people, there are people,
here a border, here a barrier,
here are places, here are people,
here a wall and here the wire. Bring more.
The Fragile Things (Part One)The Fragile Things (Part One)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ebony didn't know how long she'd been here for, lying across the floorboards in the dark, like a corpse displayed upon a mortician's table. Her eyes took in nothing—not the fungus spores creeping across the ceiling or the blistered wallpaper. The atmosphere was heavy and foreboding, as if death had seeped into the very bricks and plasterboard, the flesh and bones of the building.
In a way, she supposed it had.
There was a knot of Serpents in Ebony's belly. She could feel them squirming and twisting around her innards. Her fingertips trailed across her ribcage, resting upon her stomach like a mother-to-be.
Well, not exactly.
Ebony's stomach couldn't be described as anything close to swollen. Her entire body was wasting away, shrivelling up like a discarded strip of orange peel. Because that's all I am, she thought. A skin. But theirs was a conflicted relationship; as much as the Serpents pained her, Ebony welcomed them. Wished they would devour her com
#MyDayInHaiku 2014-11-25absent gods . . .#MyDayInHaiku 2014-11-251 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
drifting through grey haze,
a lost gull
IrrigationI tilt her gently upwardIrrigation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my fingertips, guiding
first, eyes to my eyes. And I linger, there
drinking in the wanting shine
of her irises. Then my lips
find hers; the threads between us
are pulled taut now, drawing
her into me, me
The space is not a canyon, or
a vast desert plain.
It is a creakbed highway
trickling water from one end to the other
in alternating currents. I can cross
on paper, in a dream
and I lean close enough for her
to feel my heartbeat.
My mouth parts slightly, a suggestion
that she belongs in my arms.
And the river rages on,
in both directions.
need.We sat beneath a sycamore tree bathed in glaring, midday light. Although we were so close, there was a distance that ached and throbbed between us. Your hand grazed mine, skin on skin and yet I couldnt feel it.need.5 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
Do you want something? I asked, grabbing your weather beaten hand and placing it on the warm dirt.
Your skin is the exact same colour as this tree. You mused, letting your voice drift through the silence and tickle my ears. It was, and I wondered why you noticed these things. The bumps and grains in the tree dug into my back but I didnt want to lean against you.
Ive put fake tan on. I mumbled turning away. You chuckled and scooted around to my side of the tree, ignoring the buzzing of your phone in your pocket.
We had drifted into a cool shade that was a lot like the state of our relationship at that moment. That was the first time Id seen you face to face and probably the last because I couldnt bear it. Even then
Six-word story #2From sleep she awoke, still dreaming.Six-word story #21 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On Recursive ThoughtsThis curve of bone no more thanOn Recursive Thoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a whitened hive. Inside,
legs, jointed. How these feet catch
and scratch and cling,
a claw in each synapse,
a voice for each and every touch.
A why and why again.
A gauze of wings, held up,
a gauze before my eyes, a misted world,
those stick-dry veins blurred and close.
Somewhere the scent of venom,
the sharpness caught behind my skull.
Each needle-sting a thought and thought again,
a layering up, another string of words,
another cascade of loosened thoughts, a buzz
of voices with their tired whys.
One day I may open this hive-mouth
and watch the exodus go by.
an october apology to my bodyi)an october apology to my body3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crook of my arm is blue once more.
a round bruise, a globe of the earth, laced with green.
a little world in the boomerang curve of my elbow,
which i peer at from far away.
(i’m sorry little arm, i know you’re sick of blood tests.
i know you’re fed up of all the poking with needles,
to check up on my poor struggling liver.
i’ll tell it i’m sorry for starving it, too).
i’ve decided to take up space in the world again,
to make myself part of it, join in.
but i’m like a wobbly child strapped to a car-seat
on a long nauseating journey to the beach.
a child clutching a puzzle book in their hand and attempting
a word game called fill in the blanks,
c-a-t / d-o-g
a child who is trying so hard, despite the jolts of tyres upon uneven ground sending letters
sprawling across the page like unravelling wool.
and the journey is punctuated by wheedling groans of
‘’are we nearly there yet?’’
adamantine Atlassometimesadamantine Atlas1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I used to be an architect,
in a past life or a
I know it
the way you know things in dreams.
I have this urge
to make things exactly perfect;
straight and angled and curved,
every line clean and direct
as a functionalist fantasy.
but my armature's tired of
holding the weight
of the world on its
my cast-iron limbs
no structure can perfectly embody
form does not always
all the concrete in the world
wouldn't match up
to the pillars
I've placed myself on.
Objawy samobojstwaPo czym można określić, czy ktoś chce umrzeć?Objawy samobojstwa2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Czy istnieją namacalne znaki u ludzi którzy postawili kreskę na swoim życiu, jak objawy jakiejś choroby?
Może można to zobaczyć w ich oczach, ten popielato szary kolor, który okazuje całkowitą nieobecność jakiejkolwiek formy nadziei.
Może można to wyczuć po zapachu; kwaśny, odrażający zapach przypominający fetor skwaśniałego mleka.
A może można usłyszeć to w ich głosie, brak iskry, brak życia.
Głos samobójcy powinien brzmieć jak nuta zagrana na klawesynie. Metaliczny, apatyczny, płaski. Nieprzyjemny hałas na który twoja skóra cała się wzdryga. Paznokcie po tablicy.
Ale może nie ma żadnych znaków.
Może najmilszy chłopak w klasie jest tym samym chłopakiem który jest bity
Beauty of Melancholythere is beautyBeauty of Melancholy1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be found
when it's shared
on a rainy night
with our voices
hushed to whispers.
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.breathing the deep3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He said to me over the telephone that the road is too long, and that it takes too much time for him to get from his office to mommy's place.
Last week he'd said that the streets are too dark, and that there are some things that even grown-ups are scared of.
The week before that, he'd promised me and said that he was coming, yes, definitely, but then he never showed up at all.
But maybe next week he'll come.
Yes, next week.
Julia, you really should be going to sleep.
I know, mommy. I think I'll wait by the window for a little longer.
Just in case.
What I AmWhat I Am3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm not normal
Everywhere I go they stare
I'm not normal
Whatever they just won't,
I'm not normal
Cause everything I knows' been thrown out
I've somehow been endowed with a truth to sing loud
People look at me like I'm the one to turn to
Because i speak my mind, I'm not afraid to shout truth
But I know if i give in that I'll most likely die soon
Its just the fate of every rebel to get shot down and prowled through
But the truth is pent up energy that must be uttered
Its not my will to die willingly for the sake of others
Although the choice just isn't mine, its like my will defies
Any efforts i put in to say I will not die!
But its a fact,
And though depressing,
Its precisely that.
Sometimes I'd trade this wriggling tongue for a stiffer one that's flat.
Maybe I will
I don't want this responsibility
So then that solves it
I'll let some other man solve this problem
Cause I'm normal.
Death Concedes LifeI desire something else from deathDeath Concedes Life7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a new beginning at my final breath;
no longer set on ceasing to exist.
My soul shall persist
to find new life within this
obligatory periodic rest.
When life begins to expire,
no longer is there a fire
burning within, yet is there
desire to withstand, or leave it to fate
to bring the ashes to a burning blaze;
and by dying shall I remain unfazed?
February 4th, 2008
I love you- I hate youHappy feelings and warmth fill my lungs and my heart and a happy smile dances across my ever emotionally changing lips and... and...I love you- I hate you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I hate you-
I love you.
No, I don't want you-
I need you!
You don't love me-
You don't need me-
Please don't ever let me go...
My hand, in yours, our souls connected by our intangible love. We cannot see it, but it's there. We cannot touch it, but we feel it. I cannot understand the way I feel and I... I...
You are the hurt I constantly feel-
You are nothing-
You are my everything!
I have lost my feelings for you-
I love you more than ever!
I can't be with you-
Hold me tight.
I long to be with you, my mind reeling at the very thought of being drowned in your embrace. Warmth radiating from your heart and you
18.07.12Max had waited for this moment since the day he’d been first activated. So what if the Council had subsequently determined that his model was too unstable for actual combat and repurposed them as crossing guards. Max had been created to be a hero, and no amount of reprogramming was going to stand in his way.18.07.122 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Granted, his first two attempts hadn’t gone exactly as planned. There was no one to actually save in the first fire he set. He made sure there were at least five in the second, but some dumb X9 model had beaten him to it and got all the credit. Not this time, though. This time had been perfect. Plenty of heartstring-tugging potential victims, the nearest X9 units experiencing temporary technical difficulties, and a news crew with a perfectly timed tip.
And it’d worked. Exactly as planned. In the end, he’d only gotten out four of the twenty, but t