Ode to a Post-it NoteOde to a Post-it Note10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haiku Ode to a Post-it Note
My pale yellow friend,
What would I do without you?
I would be so lost.
Ode to a Post-it Note
What would I do without you,
My pale yellow friend,
To remind me of errands to do
And e-mails to send?
I would be lost without your
Nimic deosebitDouă ţigări aprinse în noapte,Nimic deosebit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doi tineri işi nenorocesc plămânii,
e o tăcere dubioasă,
câte un geamăt se aude scurt.
Se simt urmăriţi
El trage un fum,
Ea expiră tremurând,
A luat-o în braţe
Continuă să fumeze,
a trecut o maşină,
e iar întuneric.
Nu pare nimic deosebit:
Doi tineri, doua ţigări.
S-a aprins lumina în cameră,
Surpriză, eram noi.
BearBearBear9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a bear, covered in hair,
lead by a rope at the county fair
they'd crack the whip and he'd do a flip
but he just couldn't take it and he lost his grip
He ate little girls with bouncing curls
He dined on a mayor and two visiting earls
So the keeper said, "Run!" and he pulled out his gun
He took aim and muttered, "This bear's days are done."
"Wait!" came a cry from down near his thigh
'don't kill this bear--I don't want him to die!"
The shout of denial came from Anthony Kyle
who thought killing the bear would be terribly vile.
"You never gave him a chance! You just made him dance!
I'd crack too if I had to constantly prance!"
Said Anthony Kyle, with a shy little smile
"You should have found out his wishes once in a while."
The bear growled, "Love--I just wanted love.
You just cracked that whip and you push and you shove.
I wanted a smile, once in a while,
but got one from no one but Anthony Kyle."
The little boy grinned at his new friend,
In The Beginning"Hey! Hey Granger!" The boy was running through the halls, chasing after the sixth year prefect with the extremely curly hair. The other students looked at the younger boy quizzically, wondering what he wanted of Hermione Granger.In The Beginning8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"May I help you?" Hermione said, dropping down to eye level with the short third year. She hadn't heard the boy calling her name; it was Harry who informed her. He and Ron were standing next to her crouching form, waiting so they could all go to class.
He little boy blushed. "Um, your scarf fell outside by Hagrid's hut. I just wanted to return it to you. What if you got cold? It is pretty chilly."
"Why thank you! But I thought I didn't have it with me just now. Hmm, surprising…" She wondered, with a tiny smile on her face.
"Well," The boy started. "I might have found it outside the Great Hall earlier." The boy said shyly.
Hermione found this little boy very cute. She knew that Harry and Ron were impatient about getting to class on time, but it was only Histor
The Curvature Of OhThe Curvature Of Oh11 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Tod's a mute, it doesn't matter why. It doesn't matter why, but Tod's a mute. He sometimes wants the world to spin so fast that he's on the other side and he's singing, he's singing so loud that the crows in the rooftops stop their noise because there isn't any point because no-one's listening, because they're all listening to Tod. God stops to hear Tod sing. But Tod can't sing, not at the rate this world spins. He can't sing.
Tod starts to paint. Starts in his room at the sound of the door, but the sound's only so loud because it never comes from his mouth the way we sometimes surprise ourselves with words we never planned. Starts to paint with his right hand and learns to spoon chicken noodles into his mouth with his left, and Tod paints around a plate and stares at the daubed red sun that's hollow and always mouthing Oh.
When the couple across the street walk out of their front door a few mornings later they're on their way to work and on their car (it is red) is written: Go To Slee
prismatic rotationprismatic rotation10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I met her,
she was ice
that wasn't cold.
She was stone
that wasn't hard.
She was sour
that tasted sweet.
I gathered up
and put them in the car,
on the seat
next to me
and we drove -
on the wrong
of the road.
and at some point
I slammed my foot
on the brakes.
All of the hubcaps
and continued rolling
down the road
as if they were
to an invisible car.
into the distance
out of sight
sun dust and sweet shadowssun dust and sweet shadows10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun Dust and Sweet Shadows
It is seven o'clock AM.
Five hours after we walked in the door
and two hours before the end of this poem.
Thinking back -
it was a long, drunken night
and full of those games
that drunk people play.
And for the final game,
I played the gentleman and gave her my bed
while I slept on the couch.
I never liked this couch -
and I like it even less when I'm stuck to it
with sweat and the dirt of the previous day,
acting like a glue
but I'll take a little irritation
and lay in this consequence-mud
if it means she rests well.
I'm just old fashioned.
Isn't that what they call it?
Needless to say,
I'd rather be sweating under a blanket with her
but it didn't end up that way -
the way I hoped.
My conscience won the coin toss.
Back to present -
The sound of footsteps
breaks my fragile thought process.
the scent of her body
and her shadow on the wall -
I'm missing two senses
but my heart is racing
as every footstep sends white pulses
She's More BeautifulShe's more beautiful when the rain'sShe's More Beautiful8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
come and gone through her hair;
mood of sorrow caught up in her eyes
like people talk of when the weather changes so.
She never thinks of sorrow
when the sky cries at night.
But her eyes are shaded now.
She's more beautiful when her hands shake
as she curls up against the corner of the couch
trying not to turn those rain-caugh lashes up
where someone might see them.
She's more beautiful when uncertainty
like a shroud of butterfly wings
catches her smile up sadly at the edges
and she lowers her fingers over each other, tangling them.
She's more beautiful when she's caught at something.
Can't deny the truth and no reason not to,
deed not so much for anger and yet
her heart's gone up in shivers to jump in her chest
and placed against the wall to be watched,
with those eyes like victim-beasts
and her lips tremble slightly when she's
lost herself again in that unknowing.
She's more beautiful when her heart,
laid bare of whim and turning,
is caught to pur
We Are GorgeousWe are gorgeousWe Are Gorgeous8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you and I.
We played upon stone
and danced like even tides
when the moon went down.
I was a selfish child then,
and you were,
if not selfish,
still a child.
And so we did not speak;
we still do not really.
We cross paths in the street,
and, my love,
we are gorgeous,
you and I.
We've grown into something new.
I don't know your life,
your heart, your mind.
You could be rotten inside.
But I think not. No.
We are gorgeous,
you and I.
WC Fic: FloodWC Fic: Flood7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were somewhere around the northern part of Mississippi, camping out before pushing on to their way north when the flash flood came. The rain came so quickly, few of the camping trailers had time to move. Though the flood was minor and came up to your shoulders at its highest, many of the trailers that couldnt be moved in time lay stuck in the muck. It was unclear who was on the islands of camper roofs and who had made it to the muddy banks of the makeshift lake. Somehow, Sid made it to a roof of a truck relatively dry, with Ann and Zebra.
Its not that far, Sid muttered, squatting at the edge of the cab, examining the brown water. The debris floated slowly by which told him it was no current he couldnt walk through. Zebra squinted against the sun, which appeared suddenly like someone late to a party.
Theres Jack Luke Davey Zebra counted heads on the bank which seemed to be paying no attention to the stranded. Animals
Ode To KurtBorn a beautiful smiling babyOde To Kurt12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made everyone so proud
Nobody knew this baby
Would later have a crowd
Struggled through his life
Parents always mad
They split,he cried
Made him feel so sad
Growing up, this piscies didn't have a home
Moving house to house
Always feeling alone
But through it all he wasn't alone
He always had a friend
His guitar would never argue
It's loyalty would never bend
And soon this boy had talent
Nobody dared to doubt
That when that boy got singing
He sure could scream and shout
His works were bleached
His will was strong
He once smelt like teen spirit
Took the world with just one song
And once In Utero
He had nowhere to go
Sure he had his lovely wife
But the needle took control
With millions of adoring fans
Spread around the land
This punkrock Jesus
Died by his own hand
I'll miss you Kurt
Mabey I'll see you some day
But as you always said
It's Better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away
Only For You...Only For You...10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Give it up, Henderson," a young soldier with sandy brown hair shook his head as his compatriot continued to poke his head into the empty cupboards of the evacuated buildings.
"Come on, just a few more," the other called back. "They can't have taken everything with them. There's bound to be some food or a bottle around here someplace."
"There probably is," Edwards shot back with a deep sigh, "but it's getting dark and we need to get back to the regiment before the sergeant has us swinging KP duty for the rest of our tour."
"Alright, alright," Henderson shrugged reluctantly as he closed yet another empty cabinet. "Just one more house."
"You look through one more," Edwards shook his head with a small smirk at his friend's tenacity…or maybe it was stupidity, he could never quite decide which. "I'm heading back while I can still see the way."
"Fine, I'll see you back at camp," Henderson called after him as he slipped back into the waning light, "
Tears in HeavenTears in HeavenTears in Heaven8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nate River had gone by many names over the years, and yet he often felt that none really suited him quite the way he would have liked. Most recent had been the addition of a new code name, L, along with the sub-categorical personas of Erald Coil, Danuve, and a few others that he had developed on his own. L was fine when it came to work, but it lacked a personal feel to it. Nate wasnt sure why that bothered him, given his pre-disposition to sitting alone in corners twirling his hair. But it did bother him, and as the years passed he had stopped questioning the feeling and simply let it remain, buried, festering.
And so it did remain, like other feelings he had taken a few moments out to classify and then toss aside over the course of his life. Feelings, that went by other names, all blank and invisible letters that identified him by face but not by heart.
N, another name, was an older façade than L. N was the product of a child trying to become a
BeautifulWhen I see you feeling so empty,Beautiful12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to hold you close to me,
Wipe those tears of fear from your eyes,
Wishing you could see your beauty.
Its clear to me that you're hurting,
A thought that tortures me inside.
I long to take away your pain ,
But that request has been denied.
I'll stand by your side forever,
Till death tears me away from you,
I'd never leave you willingly,
My love will always remain true.
Give me your sorrow, pain, and fear,
I would gladly bear them for you,
One like you does not deserve them,
In sympathy my heart bleeds too.
Listen to me and please believe,
You're beautiful as none can be,
Incalcuable in your worth,
Yet you give of yourself freely.
Be strong and know that you are loved,
Your trust I could never betray,
I'd hold you close comforting you,
I promise it will be okay.
SorrySorry11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm sorry for me,
I'm sorry for you,
I'm sorry for all the things i do.
I'm sorry for this,
I'm sorry for that,
I'm sorry for being a stupid pratt.
I'm sorry for where,
I'm sorry for how,
I'm sorry for being here right now.
there’s a drawing room...there's a drawing room hidden insidethere’s a drawing room...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my right pinky. I go there sometimes when I can't
sleep. I have found all I have to do is bring
some peaches and imagine I have a red hat on
and it will let me in. I realize that this is where I keep
my poetry, and where I kept that poem I wrote
in my dream, which I thought I had lost. It turns out
it was bad, anyway, but it was dripping with honey
so I licked it and stored it away under my left middle toe.
that is my storage closet.
my soul is located in the back of my right knee. I visit
when I can and talk to it through high frequency brain
waves when I can't sleep. it's nice, but very boring and sometimes
I don't like what it has to say. but it's my soul, and do your
brain and soul have to agree, really? God will meet me there
on occasion when I'm feeling lonely and
then he'll move and whisper into my left ear.
I can see things out of the palm of my hand.
I yell at it to start the show! Start the show! but it is limp
and can only show me a scrol
Fear ImmortalityFear Immortality11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thousands of years ago
men dreamed a dream
they longed for immortality
how impossible it seemed
they often wondered
what the future would bring
more than anything
but times have changed
innocence has died
pain floods through veins
watch the world hide
stare at the stars
as they fade away
no one wishes for immortality
at least not today
wishing for death
our only friend
is the knife
we long for the things
that can set us free
release us from pain
and torture we see
the things we wish for
are far out of reach
we could never live up to
the lessons life teach
instead we'll settle
for second best
a heart so scarred
will soon be at rest
immortality would hurt
so many today
everything we loved
would all fade away
watching it go
we wave goodbye
lonely and breaking
wishing to die
AngelicaAngelica (My Final Prayer)Angelica11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darling jaded Angelica, can you hear me call?
Can you hear me from heaven; can you hear at all?
Is the sky blue life up there treating you so kind?
Sometimes I wish to join you and leave this world behind.
Oh Angelica, you cried so much before you had to leave
Was dying really the only way to save your sanity?
Angelica you'd died of a heartbreak I'll never understand.
You were already dead inside, though I was there to hold your hand.
Oh my stained Angelica, with your tainted soul,
Have angels bathed you tenderly and filled your growing hole?
In heaven do emotional wounds show like cuts then bleed?
And is anyone up there giving you the bandages you need?
Have they wiped the dirt of heartbreak yet so far away?
Are you beautiful again my love? Can you stay that way?
Has heaven purified you so that you'll never hurt again?
Is it really a new beginning, or…is it just the end?
Angelica, do you miss me, up in the sky so free?
When it rains down on the earth, is tha
elemental indecisionelemental indecision10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One might think this is a joke
however, this is the poem that never ended
and it starts with a dead fish
asleep on the shoreline of another poem
that dreams itself into a stone.
Now, two philosophers walk into a poem
one quite old and weathered by thought
the other, very young
who looked like a new word
hot on the tail of becoming an official
entry in the encyclopedia.
The young philosopher looks at the old
and asks "Why are we here?"
The old philosopher turns to him,
scratches some vowels off of his chin
and repeats the first stanza of the poem
as if it were a question.
Meanwhile, our dead fish stone rolls
into the word ocean of another poem
and dreams the poetry into gold
as the two philosophers are stuck
searching for the meaning
of a dead fish dreaming
in the first stanza
of a poem that never ended.
Don't BlinkIn our room we used to let all our kites fly at once; everything was cherry stained and sugar coated.Don't Blink9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
In those days my heart stretched across my face while my lips listened.
His electric eyes splattered energy around the room jump starting the nervous bird in my throat.
Blinking shouldn't hurt so much.
The door clacks; my kites have been cut; the bird in my throat gets strangled as I seize on the floor. my pupils suck out of view, while my cherry stained room folds up.
My lips listen; he cocks his mouth and shoots me down with one fist full of sharp tongues.
Blinking shouldn't hurt so much.
AbuseGoodnight, he had said, I love you, he had said.Abuse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate you hate you hate you, let me out of here, let me out! I'm so scared, please, just go away, I-
Love you too. He nodded and left-
My room, I can hear him walking a few paces away and stopping so he can see-
Me alone, changing into my pajamas and going to-
Hell, because I was a bad girl, he said I was a bad girl and I didn't deserve-
Sleep. I always sleep-
Horribly. I know he's still there, waiting for the right time, so I curl into a ball-
With an old stuffed bear because-
Mom likes to see me with it, even though the bear gives me nightmares, because-
He gave it to me. I fall-
Onto the floor. He's kicking me hard, and it hurts, it hurts, it feels like he will never leave so I can fall-
Asleep quickly and have-
Nightmares of his spawn inside of me, kicking my insides like he kicks my outsides, destroying my-
she...you're painting pretty lies, alabastershe...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
secrets, forgotten covenants saved for
bad luck days and sinking-ship smiles,
and there are fireflies in your veins,
impassioned promises in your eyes.
i am tired of the monosyllabic angry words
emanating from the room downstairs, crystalline
lungs exhaling choleric clouds of some long
extinct virus, contaminating this empty house,
slipping under closed doors and poisoning
the last ray of sunshine we had left.
she said: looking and seeing are two
very different things
we created a universe between sunset
irises and milkweed butterfly queens,
turning rainy days into a cathartic fix
and i am afraid of heights but i still sit
on the garden shed roof because there is
magic ten feet off the ground,
and i am learning to find beauty in flickering
streetlights and abandoned skyscraper ruins
but you are running off with dreams of
nuclear warfare and exploding suns,
you set fire to the ozone and forgot
all about our rebellious cry.
she said: i a
Someday...Someday...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is this place
Beyond my fears,
Beyond the blood,
And all the tears
I see it only
In my dreams
But it's more real
Than it seems
A place where I don't
Cry or scream
Where all my thoughts
Are clear and clean
The sun gives light,
The sky is blue
No more memories
Left of you
The air smells sweet
And not like vomit
My skin is new,
No more scars on it
The illussions are gone
And everything's real
I finally know
What it's like to feel
Than this pain
The voices are gone,
I feel sane
I can laugh and be myself
I don't have to fake a smile
I can say those words "I'm happy"
And living all seems worth the while
A place where I don't have to hear
"You'll never get you're life in gear
You'll never be normal, you're nowhere near
You'll always live in pain and fear"
This is the only place
I wish to be
The only place
I can be free
Free from the sickness
That is me
And one day I'll find this place,
Someday I'll be
...A different me