AmputateAmputate11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I can hear the murmurs in the next room. I'm wringing my hands infront of me, in my lap. I'm wearing nothing more then a white sheet, sitting in a bed.
Hospitals have always frightened me. And now they tell me I have this disease...incurable and contagious. So now I am here. Majority rules really, because I said to just let this infection take it's course. I didn't want it to change at all. I figured let it stay.
Now here is the nurse, pulling one arm of mine to straighten out. Slide in the needle, IV. No pain surprisingly, for such a large needle. I saw the blood, but felt no prick, no pain. Just this odd sense of foreboding. Like a justified murder.
So now she is gone. And here I am thinking more why this had to happen. I'm not one of the sheep, nor ever of the flock. I always walked alone and stood out. But I never thought it would be like this.
So now I reach down to grab my charts from the foot of my bed, near pulling the IV out but I don't care. Sitting back down I cross my legs
DepthsDepths11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rarely to pass by
The thoughts of you
And all that was done
The simple feel of the wind about me
Lifting my hair from my shoulders
Swept back in a gentle breeze
The waves crashing down upon the shores
Sending myst and sand to my legs
Feel the droplets against my chest
Walking further still
Ankle deep in the waters
The waves rising to my calves
Sinking once more to my ankles
The myst caressing my neck
The feel of the cool breeze
A soothing feel as the icy waters
To my hips
The water's icy embrace around my waist
As I trail fingertips across the surface
That icy chill
Stealing into me
A reassuring touch
Where there is so little to be sure of
I am be sure of one thing
FUCK CNNFUCK CNN12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I\'m sitting here at the computer, minding my own business. Talking to friends, trying to ignore the horrible pounding in my head brought on by a combination of two days deprivation from caffeine (I\'m an addict, no joke), 7 hours uninterrupted reading, and some fucks outside in their crap car pumping Eminem louder than he deserves through speakers who deserve better anyway. Swear to god, if they go back out there and start up that car again without turning it down, I\'m slashing their fucking tires. Anyway.
I\'m innocently surfing, and what bookmark do I click on? CNN. I\'m not proud of it. Next thing I know, I\'m looking at their front page... and I see what you see here. (Minus the Osbournes link already having been visited; I can safely say nobody in my family gave a shit.) I already had the idea for posting this, and more importantly, posting this little rant, so I decided to go through the links up top (Front Page stuff, you know) to see what was so stressingly important. Aye? Jo
The Open SkyThe Open Sky11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Open Sky
You ripple, you oscillate; you wave,
And crash into my body only to be expelled through my heart like bats fleeing from a cave.
You hold on tight, you give; and you take away,
Amidst the covert transition from night to day.
You are so beautiful that looking at you consumes my mind
with anxiety and strange relief,
The butterflies inside my brain perch quietly only when I am not looking at you in disbelief.
Sometimes I look upon you and wonder if heaven is on Earth; you are my window into the vast unknown,
Only you can bring me solace when you are overcast and you are a daily reminder that I am not alone.
You are the sky, you are the celestial getaway for the mind; you are the center of my life,
You are the moody, whimsical husband and I am the devoted, loving wife.
Because of you the world is alive; every afternoon I worship the color of your skin,
Dark blue above me and deep, deep orange and pink on the horizon.
The sun and the clouds come to together to pay homage and ref
insane perverted Naruto haikusinsane perverted Naruto haikus11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Here is a haiku about SasuNaru
He hated the boy
Or so he thought, until he
heard his final breath
Sasuke is hot
And oh so very coo-ru
Naruto thinks so
The sharingan boy
And the kitsune demon
Have mad hot wild sex
These are so very zen…
is a sexy beast of course
let me grab his bells
the copy ninja
totally sweet and awesome
iruka wants him
watching for a sign
a glance, a smile; fangirls shout
Hiding his visage
Behind a skintight black mask
Too hot for TV
No depth perception
It should be a handicap
and then there's one random HP one...
A lightning bolt scar
Draco wants to lick it good
But harry's a prat
I waitI wait12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wait. I prepare for an arrival that will never occur.
You said you'd be here, but you've said that before,
Only to leave me standing here, foolishly holding
My heart in my hands, broken and silent.
You ask. I give. You beg. I give. You insist
That I stand still, not moving to the left or right,
While you roam freely and openly, leaving me
To follow you, and close my heart once more.
If I could say to you what's on my mind, I'd tell you I love you.
I'd tell you I want you. I'd tell you of the hurt and anger that
Simmer under my skin, but I keep silent because I know the cost.
I know that no matter what is said or done, I am wrong, as always.
I wish I could climb a tree, to the very top until there
Was nothing but sky between me and the stars.
I'd stretch out my hands to touch them, feel their energy
Thrilling through me. But I can't even get to the top of the tree.
I stay behind, head down, because I love y
DespairingDespairing11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies
And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries
Marking the time as the future is stumbling
I despair once again at my life now crumbling
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far
I beg for an answer to the who that we are
Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep
I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar
Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar
Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep
The words that you spoke made a rift that's too deep
I can think of your smile, and a part of me sighs
But as soon as my joy is beginning, it dies
What now haunts me, your face it is wearing
For you have becme the crux of my despairing
InspirationInsiration flows like a tap.Inspiration9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes in a rush, eager to go somewhere, to be fully formed
other times slow, deliberate, thoughtful, unsure.
My inspiration comes often at night
carving an uneven path through sleepy thoughts
half formed, half created by a lethargic brain.
My inspiration comes at her own pace
days and days of white paper and no ink.
Other days ink but no paper.
Heedless of my frustration.
Words and images that I have never experienced or touched
but they are real.
Sometimes with the sharpness of a teacher, I learn, always.
My inspiration is always in progress. I understand only part of
what I have created.
But I keep on learning.
And my inspiration keeps on flowing.
Sometimes in a rush and sometimes quietly.
I just have to listen.
Inaction and ReactionInaction and Reaction10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This demon's taken control of me
I curse myself and my incapability
I wish, I hope, to go back to the day
When I didn't care about it, either way
Why are my thoughts so out of place?
Mayhap it's someone else with my face
Punish me, now, for I spit and I curse
It feels so bad, and I want it to be worse
I look for a way out of all this
Shadows hide me, my courage I miss
I see it there, my eyes it will haunt
I look for the moment when I can taunt
It looks away for a moment or three
I wait for too long, cannot get free
It holds me
It molds me
It makes me
It takes me
Possession is nine-tenths, don't you see?
Depression is deep and wont let me be
Regression perhaps is the way, but
Dispassion makes all those doors shut
Displacement causes me to sit and stare
Abasement is the punishment that I share
Chastisement is something I have heard
SolitudeSolitude11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drink The Tears From My Eyes..
Taste The Blood From My Pains..
Only Than You Might Know..
What Runs Deep Through My veins..
Feel The Depts Of My Soul..
Smell The Scent Of My Fears..
For To Know Me By Heart..
Will Take More Than Just years
Bevi le lacrime dai miei occhi..
assapora il sangue dal mio dolore..
solo quello che tu puoi conoscere..
Che corre in profondità attraverso le mie vene..
Senti le profondità della mia anima..
Annusa l'odore delle mie paure..
Per conoscermi con il cuore.
Prenderà maggiormente...che solo anni
per la traduzione in italiano non sono sicuro...
...l'ultima frase la potrei tradurre con un "Durerà di più che solo anni"...
Came The AngelsCame The Angels11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Came the angels of tainted perfection
To line our hearts with ammunition
Adorned with twisted dreams of peace
To quell the fire of rapt ambition
Came the angels of newborn damnation
Fresh from the womb of brutal demise
Appeased with misfortune and vengeful souls
To gnaw our skin and gauge our eyes
And still, and still, the fires raged,
As victims fell to pre-dug graves.
Exiled creatures fresh from hell
Wished our shattered bodies well
And still, the roses failed to bloom
Crown with thorns, my blood consumed
Ebony blood runs cold as ice
Let loose with heartfelt sacrifice…
-.The.Real.World.Is.Virtual.--.The.Real.World.Is.Virtual.-11 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
-010110.*.T.H.E. .R.E.A.L. .W.O.R.L.D. .I.S. .V.I.R.T.U.A.L.*.010110-
by: Vanessa Mason
[Section 1.0 / Version 3.5]
in the belly of the creature
as it shakes off sleep
its lidless LCD eye
and fixes its penetrating gaze
on the deepest hideaways
of your soul
if we are the dream people
of some theistic creature
and will all drop out of existence
as soon as he awakes
then we are the waking dreams
of the PC
and we will cease to exist
when the hard drive turns off
don't fool yourself; your computer is not a tool.
not a handy office convenience like a stapler.
much more than a mechanical marvel like the typewriter or the calculator.
it is about the same size as a microwave, but it is not an appliance.
at the very least, your computer is a pet;
waiting obediently on your desk
greeting you with standard welcome
showering you with unconditional affection
providing you with constant companionship.
at the most, it is a controlling and de
MELtDOWnMELtDOWn11 years ago in Cyber Poetry More Like This
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a visitora visitor12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I could feel it on my back. A hard gaze scraping against my flesh like an awl lacerating a chalkboard. With a scowl I pressed my chin to my chest and refused to turn around. I knew who it was. It was always him. Crouching in the dark, eyes unblinking, fingers curled around his knees. The shadows welcomed him and wavered in his presence. I didn't have to look to know this. I could feel it. It was the same feeling one might get if asked to close their eyes and imagine thousands of tiny spiders creeping through their hair. Slouching my shoulders and gently pressing my forehead to the wall, I planted my hands on the cold, tile floor and pushed myself up. I had been crouching in the corner of a public restroom, not worried about anyone interrupting my nightmarish rendezvous as it was well after 2am. The corner was dim and caked with mildew. Greyed, ceramic tile cracked and gave in to time and abuse. At one point this room was white, gleaming with sterilization and carrying the faint
-RUDEDYET--RUDEDYET-12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good morning Mary".
She is ambushed from the time she steps foot into the parking lot. She reminds herself to breathe.
(Don't talk to me.)
She nods and starts her inner coach. (Come on, you can do it.)
"Good morning Mary".
Her chest tightens. She reminds herself to breathe and exhales loudly. Her badge ruins her outfit and she hates it.
(Do we HAVE to talk?)
"Good morning Mary".
Her morning xanex begins to take effect. They knew better than to expect her to stop and chat. She grabs his Wall Street Journal and gets back on the elevator.
"Good morning Mary".
(Quit talking to me.)
The elevator seemed to make things worse. She stared at the floor.
"Good morning Mary".
Through the security door there is a thirty second path of freedom, where no one can see and no-one ever seems to pass by. She relishes a deep full breath. She turns the corner and glances through the glass wall. He is already here. Her body stiffens, her breath stops and her eyes avert straight
As You WishAs You Wish10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you wish my dear,
I'll catch a morning star.
As you wish my dear,
The journey's beared, no matter how far.
I'll travel the seas,
I'll travel the earth,
I'll travel far and wide.
To find a fitting dowry,
For such a wonderful bride.
As you wish my love,
To the ends of the earth,
As you wish my love,
Enough and more to prove my worth.
From pirates to Sicilians,
To twisted tyrants and six fingered foes.
I will do anything you wish,
Because I will always love you,
No matter how far we grow.
Even in death I will be blessing you,
Even in death I will love.
I will wait in heaven, my dear,
If you wish it.
For even death cannot halt true love.
.Saying.Sorry:Pride..Saying.Sorry:Pride.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pride fixed my tongue to my throat
- It fastened my jaw.
- Froze my stare.
Pride pursed my lips collectively
- Not a sorry will rise from it
- Not a frown will pull its sneer.
Pride shoved my chin out
- I will always flout you.
- Always doubt you.
Pride kept me strong
- I'd fracture without it.
- Fade without it.
Pride fled when you cried
-Softened my gaze
-Moisten my cheek
Sympathy draped my arms about you
-Tugged my lips
-And knit my brow
Sympathy made me swallow anger
-Made me cry for you
-Made me kiss your eyes
Sympathy made me apologize
Millennium Goal 2: PoetryMillennium Goal 2: Poetry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Original Poem by Sli Esaie, 9 years from Cameroon in French
Femme a la peau noire
Pleine de beaute
Serviable et amoureuse des enfants
Ecoute la voix de ta fille
Qui crie crie crie
Ma mère je veux aller a l'école
Woman with black skin
Full of beauty
Helpful and in love with children
Listen to your daughter's voice
Who shouts shouts and shouts
My mother, I want to go to the school
Circumnavigation.Circumnavigation.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll travel around the globe.
And be there when you wake.
Like a cigarette in the rainLike a cigarette in the rain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clustered curls hung in untouched trails,
Leading up to the shiverous neck
Where the hands of your heart had wrestled
Around in finger shaped bruises
And scratched nail signatures of our names
Of all the dreams that bit to through to our vains
You shook the first time
And I cried the last time
(of ice and light)
Watching our time burn out like a cigarette aflame
(and I would wait for you)
As we stood in silence
Like a religion in the rain
I want to kiss where the words meet your silence
Where our light touched that inferno dark
(Where I would reach for you)
And hold you
Where you would push me to the floor
(and I would let you)
Pulling mental eyelashes away like shame,
(gutting to our core)
So that you could rip and tear us apart
(so we'd forget our names)
And I would kiss you there
Where our dark met the light
And you would have me
(And I would love you)
Until the day crawled round
And burnt away the night
You walked the first time
And I fell the last time.
Pinning dead sunbeams t
Death Rides a White HorseDeath Rides a White Horse11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Death Rides a White Horse
Thy mane is of the purest White,
Thy eyes reach the darkest night.
Thy legs run fast, using thy speed,
You are truly a stallion,
I am proud to call you my steed...
I see your hunger, I feel your heat,
I fear your hunger as you loose your meat.
Your cloak, it whips me; lashes hard,
I fear when we bring victory to your bone yard.
I am afraid my reality is an illusion...
Does it realize why I must hunt,
How I can spare caution, take pleasure in the hunt?
Does it realize the truth I give,
Or only the souls that plea to live?
How will I, may I, can I assure,
That most do not fall; they gratefully soar...
Is he deaf, is he blind,
How many lives must be declined.
Can't he see them begging God,
Or is he lost; imprisoned in quod.
If not a conscience, or soul exists,
What is it that I fell inside of him,
That heatedly turns and twists...
Does it realize what I do...
Does he know what he does?
YouYou drift along unfeeling, like a ghost,You11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
swept gently around by reality.
You pass through life without noticing most,
people are just a triviality.
You see everything, yet notice nothing,
like a photo, you stare blindly ahead.
You ignore the attention you're craving,
quite aware of the life you could have led.
You claim to be the happiest, alone,
not needing anyone--just you--no other.
You retreat from life, staying mostly home,
safe in bed, hiding under the cover.
You ask how I know this all to be true?
my answer is quite simple, I am you.
Genesis, To FlyGenesis, To Fly11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Genesis, To Fly
Main Entry: 1vol•a•tile
Pronunciation: 'vä-l&-t&l, esp British -"tIl
Etymology: French, from Latin volatilis, from volare to fly
1 : readily vaporizable at a relatively low temperature</i>
An era of Edenistic emotion
curls around my finger tips and toes,
slowly working its way to my heart—
felt cold, inside,
in the summertime; and winter fills itself
with warm motion pic
VentrueVentrue10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When sun goes down and darkness falls
When shadows haunt these closing walls
Voices answer distant calls
He hides behind his throne
In memories fading, lost and old
In halls once great, now empty and cold
Where once grew hope, naive and bold
This is no longer home
His anger aches through flesh and bone
His screaming echoes, he's all alone
The floor is binding his tears in the stone
To keep his sorrow for ever
An empire built on others confusion
A vampire defeated by his own illusion
A fall of a damned as one sad conclusion
He laughs at all his endeavour
A pitiful attempt, a try to restore it
His powers are failing, his life is forfeit
He grieves his own death as he stands before it
His servants all left him to die
Cannot stop his declension
As it slays his dimension
Prays for redemption
But a Ventrue doesn't cry!?
Jamie Nilsson 2/2-04 21:26