Ode to a Post-it NoteOde to a Post-it Note9 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
BearBearBear8 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,
Nimic deosebitDouă ţigări aprinse în noapte,Nimic deosebit6 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.
We Are GorgeousWe are gorgeousWe Are Gorgeous7 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.
sun dust and sweet shadowssun dust and sweet shadows9 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 Beautiful7 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
prismatic rotationprismatic rotation9 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
Ode To KurtBorn a beautiful smiling babyOde To Kurt11 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
AbuseGoodnight, he had said, I love you, he had said.Abuse4 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-
sugarpies and castlecreamsI love to sleepsugarpies and castlecreams7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and drift and dream
of sugar pies
and castle creams'
where you and I
swing up and high
like cotton clouds
and kiss the sky'
I love to sleep
and drift and dream
of honey bees
that sprinkle me
with sugar sweets
and lovely beats'
where you and I
can dance a dream
Only For You...Only For You...9 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, "
The Curvature Of OhThe Curvature Of Oh10 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
Someday...Someday...9 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
BeautifulWhen I see you feeling so empty,Beautiful11 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.
there’s a drawing room...there's a drawing room hidden insidethere’s a drawing room...9 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
SorrySorry10 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.
Reflection UntrueLook deep in the mirror, what do you see?Reflection Untrue10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the person reflected who you long to be?
Something has changed, innocence has died
The scar covered body reveals the heart that lied
Stare into the eyes of the stranger unknown
Forever unloved, forever alone
Black lined eyes tell of nights unslept
So many helpless times of rivers wept
Steady wind blows out the candle of hope
She rubs the rageing burn made by the rope
She hangs a suicide note by a single nail
This time it'll work, I know I can't fail.
Looking out the window at the coldest mist
It is now time, the razors are guided to her wrist
They dance painfully until their work is done
Drawing out the blood and watching it run
Voices of her blood bellow strong and deep
The last voices she'll ever hear before falling asleep
Photos of the past fall beside her on the floor
Of the once happy girl that is no more
Later that night a car parks in the driveway
Upstairs stands a 4 year old where her sister lay
In shock she whispered "Mummy what hap
Fear ImmortalityFear Immortality10 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
Documentary - The CactapusDocumentary - The Cactapus8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Cactapus is a strange and rare animal that can't be found in a desert. Until of course it has sprung up from behind you and it has wrapped its cactus-like, spiney eight tentacles around your face; stabs you repeatedly and sucks your eyes from its sockets. It's a little known fact that the Cactapus is a fairly innocent creature and doesn't have a sadistic bone in its body, though in all respect it seems that way. The fact is Cactapi don't have bones, but secondly the truth about Cactapi is as follows. Cactapi are a solitary animal that spends its lifetime aimlessly wandering through the deserts of the globe. Of course Cactapi unlike the deserts' great cats or eagles, don't wish to be unaccompanied; No, in fact quite the opposite. The Cactapus is constantly yearning for love. So much so, that whenever a Cactapus even so much as gets a glimpse of something moving on the horizon, it can't help but run up to it from behind, jump up on its head and cover it's eyes with tentacles as if to
Golden ScribbleGolden Scribble9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sitting on the landing a golden scribble with the sun between his feet
eyes glowing yellow and blue, cashmere with frosted glass and cloudy mornings
darting glances bumping into each-other like dancing butterflies
collecting whispers and flashing colours no one seems to see or hear
reaching out to him, a life long ambition
a plan made around a landscape of kitchen stools and condiments
his mouth must feel like platinum velvet, sugar coated and cherry stained
every hair on my body leans towards him as he walks past
when he brushes against me an electric pulse clouds my eyes with euphoria
and his image gets a lot brighter and god-like than anything the bible has to offer
a world without him would be painfully sweet
knowing no one else can imagine such perfection.
I'd lie in bed year upon year weaving a life for us to live in
lying in a trance caught between frustration and utter adoration
weaving until cobwebs gather between my eye lashes
I'll stare into my world, staring into him; stari
a window opena window opena window open7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
Why do you still cryHate is concealed deep within your eyesWhy do you still cry11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your soul is untrusting from all the lies
Pick up the knife I won't try and swerve
Give me all the pain you know i deserve
It doesn't matter, it's only me
This is the only way to set me free
I won't be an angel or have any wings
I'll rot in the ground amoung other things
I should never of run away that day
But the pain was too much i couldn't stay
The pain brought me back to face my fears
Seeing you again summoned up the tears
I know you could never forgive me though
We both can't stay, so i must go
Will you give me the pain i need?
Will you open my vein and watch me bleed?
It'll give you satisfaction to see me hurt
Alone and helpless, collapsed in the dirt
Watch slowly as i drift away and finally die
I'm gone now, so why do you still cry?
Reshape and RevisionThere is an ocean trapped inside my bodyReshape and Revision3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swirling and cold and dangerous
I can feel the tides changing,
Reshaping itself and
My spine is curved and yielding
Under its beguiling pressure.
My ribcage grows old;
The carcass of my heart
The scavengers won't let it rest.
My blood runs thin and salty,
My brain sloshes in my skull,
My lungs fill up with water,
And I wish for gills.
I know if I
To hold back the tide
It will destroy me.
But what I fear more
Is what happens if
I let it