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.
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
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
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 Desert4 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
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
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
CradlingI lay my swan heartCradling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a nest of feather fluff;
sanguine, sweet and soft.
I lay my swan heart
in a frame not strong enough
to keep my love aloft.
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.
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
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
Holy Water and Vodka. iiiThe glass might as well have held melted ice cubes.Holy Water and Vodka. iii8 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Slumped back in the wooden chair, Colburn said, "You walk out for half an hour to bring me a shot?" Then he said, in some foreign accent, "Jay-sus, what cheap service they got here. I ain't payin' for this." Beneath the table, the chains that held him clanked dully in accord. He didn't say anything after that – and neither did Gregory Neustadter.
Neustadter did not sit down at his end of the table, but rather walked around its side, pushing the glass forward slowly as he did so, and for a moment he thought he saw a flicker of something (familiarity?) in Colburn's eye. He picked up the glass deftly and swished its contents. He said then, "We made a deal, Mr. Colburn, and I made a deal with someone else to make it happen. So I expect you to have the decency to live up to it."
Colburn shut his eyes. "Decency," he echoed. And he went, "From a serial killer." And the accent was gone, and he laughed.
Neustadter didn't grin. "The girls, Mr.
First Steps for a Second Time At seventeen, a person doesn’t expect to be required to take their first steps for a second time. That may sound contradictory, but there is no other way to describe the experience.First Steps for a Second Time1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The nurses came into the room with wide smiles on their faces, just like any other day, pushing a walker. They spoke to me in overly cheerful voices that sounded like the screech of a cat in my ear. However, my focus couldn’t move beyond the assortment of tubing before them, my limbs beginning to shake. Between the nurses, my mom, and step-dad, they managed to get me into a sitting position. I couldn’t have helped even if I wanted to- my heart was in my throat and my tears burned with unshed tears. The only comfort I had was that they turned off the heart monitor before sitting me up. As my fear tuned out everyone else, the only thing that I could hear was the increasing pace of my heart as it pushed its way up my throat.
You could have put them in a cage.1.You could have put them in a cage.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my directionless flight
Was halted when you
Stirred the birds in my veins
And sent them flying
Everywhere with just the bat of your lashes and
Your sharp tongue
Tastes like burnt cigar
With a feint taste of my mouth
From the last kiss
When I was plaid and your feet hurt.
You can feel the sting
In the ceiling, in the airwaves,
And in the corners that
The security camera cannot record.
Mornings were never the same
When I used to sit on dirt as you
get rid of it
And I burn my lungs away
And the uncertainties, the
Occasional what if's and my skin
against piercing eyes and obvious contempt
In their glass skulls
and shady hands
that they never wanted you to
Lay your claustrophobic head on my leg.
I want matchstick legs.
It didn't matter
Because I believed you knew
That I have the same number of bones as you
I had one more, they say
And you never bothered to count my bones for proof
That we have the same
Goddamn number of bones.
And how on e
Falling AwayI stepped into the bathroom, closing the white door behind me and locking it as I always did. I was reluctant to put down my guitar but sweat and stench clung to me, and I needed to wash it all away. I slid the glass shower door sideways against the far wall and turned the faucet. Water gushed out of the showerhead, and soon the heat and steam permeated the air.Falling Away5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A feeling of elation rose in me. The world shrunk down to this tiny tiled bathroom and this white porcelain tub. I stepped over the tub's high wall into a shower of hot, clear water. My clothes were soaked and stuck to me, but I hardly noticed. As I closed my eyes and let the water rush over my head, I felt all of my cares, my thoughts, my fears and worries dissipate.
I pulled at my clothes. To my surprise they fell apart at my touch, turning into waves of colorful murk that swirled around the small silver drain before disappearing. I simply smiled and closed my eyes again.
I admired the way my fingers felt in the hot bathwater
If I went to a Therapist...Therapist: So tell me, Dappy, why are you here?If I went to a Therapist...2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Me: That's what I'd like to know -.-
Therapist: I hear you have... a certain issue.
Me: I have lots of issues. What are you getting at? -.-
Therapist: Do you think you're in a bad situation?
Me: My life is a bad situation.
Therapist: Would you describe yourself as negative?
Me: I describe myself as nutso.
Therapist: Are you happy in life?
Me: WELL I'M NOT FAWKING EMO!
Therapist: I never said you were. These are just questions.
Me: Stupid questions.
Therapist: Would you like help or not?
Me: Are you a pedophile or not?
Therapist: I see where the problem lies.
Therapist: You're absolutely perverted. That's your problem.
Me: Well, DUH.
Therapist: And you're in love with your best friend.
Me: *le gasp* Whoa bro. I h
Changeling Part 1It's not human. That was the only thing that mattered.Changeling Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The infant lay on her porch, practically on the threshold of the door, in the early morning hours. She nearly stumbled on top of it on her way to the village well.
She stared at the thing at her feet, unable to comprehend precisely what she was seeing. It gave a tiny whimper and blinked up at her with its large, liquid eyes. Beneath the blanket wrapped around its tiny body, she could see its little limbs squirming. Trying to reach out, probably, for its mother's touch. Or her touch. Perhaps any touch would do.
A shiver ran up her spine as she took an involuntary step back from the baby. Her head whipped back and forth as she desperately sought for the owner of the infant. She saw no one and nothing. It was too early in the morning, and the other villagers had yet to rise. Dawn's light remained faint on the horizon. Nothing moved in the woods around the village, and even the birds did not sing. The baby's soft murmurs were ma
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.
Dust Bunniesunder the bed theDust Bunnies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dust bunnies eagerly await
their dinner, hoping
the darkness will yield carrots tonight.
I miss youI miss you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight she's cutting her hair, a little
I'm not there still I can tell
As I close my eyes, I hear
As I open arms, I feel
That black cloud screaming again
This fall sound making me insane
There's no sun to stop them, rain