love people"We call everything a river here."love people10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a love parade
beautiful blue and white houses
spill children into the street
like beads of happy colored glass--
music all over.
the trees are spring,
fall, and summer,
green yellow maples
all love people
two moons to a face
I think of a quiet
pebbled stream in this moonlight
and a younger woman,
like a single brush of ink,
as the pebbled stream dips,
into winter, or untimed wild.
APH - They Were Once HisRoderich's house was in chaos.APH - They Were Once His4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Not that it had never been an absolute mess before, especially after two great wars. But he had just barely managed to set things right after he was finally left alone again when the crisis struck. Now it seemed as if he had not made any progress at all.
People were everywhere. His once carefully kept gardens were filled with haphazardly set tents that ruined the manicured lawn. The hallways of his once seemingly empty house were filled to the brim with arms and limbs trying to find heat and comfort from the November cold. He was hardly able to play his piano anymore, as the music room was crowded. Even his own bedroom offered him no solace.
His original tenants were beginning to complain. Yet despite the fact that he was no longer capable of supporting any more people, still they flocked into his home seeking freedom and comfort. And he was not in any position to deny them what they sought.
After all, he had made a promise.
Just a little over a yea
Fox and Krystal LoveIt was beautiful night as Fox McCloud was standing outside of the mother ship, The Great Fox waiting for Krystal to come out so they could go for a walk on the lushes green planet that they had arrived on. Fox and his teammates were taking a little time off since they had completed so many missions that there commander, General Pepper had allowed them to take a short vacation.Fox and Krystal Love6 years ago in General More Like This
I wonder whats taking Krystal so long? Shes already wearing her uniform so I wonder whats keeping her? Fox thought as he stared up at the dark blue sky. Fox was wearing his all green and a white jacket. He kept on his knee pads because he felt like it but he wasnt wearing his elbow pads or the communicator on his left arm. Sorry Fox Im late. I had to do a little changing.
Fox turned around to Krystal and when he did his jaw dropped. Krystal was wearing the clothes that Fox had first saw her in. Krystal wore her yellow halterneck crop top, her white miniskirt w
what i oweto the leering men screaming catcalls from their coughing cars,what i owe5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the stranger in the grocery store who grabbed my ass
and told me to take it as a compliment,
to the teenage boys with bad facial hair and damp palms
who sit at their computers in their cum-stained sweatpants
and tell me all the things i owe them:
i do not owe you "pretty."
when i have days of baggy t-shirts and no makeup,
pony tails and ragged nails and untied tennis shoes,
i do not dress for you.
and when i rock winged eyeliner and flashing red lipstick,
when my hair cascades in golden curls over my clean, white shoulders,
i do not dress for you.
i pluck my eyebrows because i like the fierce angle they make in my mirror,
wear spiked heels for their commanding click on tile floors,
smear red lipstick over my secretive smile because it tastes like
blood and confidence-
i do not dress for you.
i do not owe you "pretty."
i owe myself confidence
i owe myself comfort
i owe myself pride
i owe myself the knowledge that i am co
I'm UglyI know that I’m notI'm Ugly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that you know
That I know that I’m not
But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it
I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see
I need to hear it
Tell me that I’m beautiful
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.Nine Times1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
david and goliath.He passes underdavid and goliath.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dying streetlamps'
darkening splashes on his face,
against the rooftops.
The tarmac, painted with his footsteps,
white lines of vertebrae
tickle along its back.
Lovely glass, shattered fragments
ruffle the curb of the pavement,
strands of rainwater
whisper along the gutter
in hymnal honesty; and sunlight seems swallowed
by the swollen beast of night.
prickle at the back of his memory,
a nervous pattern of speech,
syllables of iambic chattering
teeth against the cold:
the hotel window, shining with
the gaze of a thousand tourists' wonderment,
is where his own eyes rest,
as if the world is born anew
and love-songs spike the evening air
his life-tousled hair. He
walks on, passes on,
a stranger in a foreign land;
the moonlight seems
to turn about him, embrace his form,
a lonely touch, not quite animate in its caress,
but his love was the colour
of seawater on gravel,
and he would not take the taste of her brea
A Single WingI have scarsA Single Wing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never had
to fill holes
that don't exist
They say that
I am whole
but my other half
How come I miss what
I've never had
TodayToday the sun shone brightly, as though the months of darkness were only a bad joke.Today1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked out to see the world again, the cracked pavement, the slush, the green dumpster for dreams (full again).
Still, there was a warmth in the old bricks which had been lost. Cars and trucks made music on the wet asphalt.
My head opened up to let dreams in again. Binge and purge, the day won't last long.
Tomorrow or the next day the darkness will return, blowing snow and foul bitter winds through my clothes.
Tomorrow the ghosts will whisper again in my ears, calling, cajoling, saying "Join us."
Tomorrow maybe I will, but today the sun is bright, and love is still alive.
Today, the beasts are relegated to lurking in the shadows, hungry but helpless.
Today, I am.
Window of OpportunityI am dying. I am dying and there's nothing I can do about it. I know this, but I refuse to believe that I will just fade away quietly: that when I'm gone and when those that knew me are gone, that there will be nothing more of me in existence. I want to be remembered; I want to make a mark. Is it not the human condition to desire this?Window of Opportunity1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I feel that no matter what good thing I attempt to pursue, it takes me somewhere that I had never intended to be, and that much further from my goal. Every consequent step taking me further down a tangential path I never consciously made. I have two hands and a voice and the knowledge of how to use them, but I feel less and less that I am competent enough even to do that.
I don't desire fortune or fame, but at least profundity. I do desire to be a good person. I strive to be the best person that I can be, and I am not blind to the fact that I am clearly not achieving this goal. As each day passes, I feel myself sitting idly by as my potential slips and m
Iris's story1 Eng-Hey, dude! the line appeared on my laptop while I was just surfing through some sites.Iris's story1 Eng4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Heeey! my fingers wrote by themselves.
-Tomorrow plans are still in force? Well, where you`d go
That`s why I adore him, my best friend. He asks me a question and already knows the answer. As I know his. It doesn`t mean that we are predictable, we just know each other so well that we don`t need any words.
-Haha, you know everything about me, as always, Erik. Of course, where I`d go from you. As always?
-Sure. Okay, goodnight, dude.
And this happens every day through all these years that we have know each other, and I`m not bored with it at all. It seems like saying "Goodnight" to your friend is not an important thing, but I can`t fall asleep without it. I`ve tried, and it was proven that my eyes just don`t want to close until my ears won`t hear or my eyes won`t read these lines. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I`m Iris, an ordinary girl from an ordinary city. There are lots of cities
The Ink Will Write Their StoryI'll bring them to lifeThe Ink Will Write Their Story3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let them breathe on my page
They can't stay confined in my mind
The ink will write their story
No one understands them as I
So I have to write them
They want to be known
Their stories must be told
It's not just words on a page
I's memories, meaningful moments
Every letter, every word
Draws the pictures of their life
When they cry, I feel their pain
When they laugh, I smile
When the times seem most dark
My heart wrenches for them
The ink will write their story
And I control the pen
Three MinutesI HAVE NO REAL CONCEPT OF HUNGER.Three Minutes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my stomach starts to growl,
In three minutes I can walk to the freezer,
Select a meal and pop it in the microwave.
I HAVE NO TRUE SENSE OF HORROR.
When I am scared,
In three minutes I can find the remote control
And turn the channel and my fear dissipates.
I HAVE NEVER FELT REAL THIRST.
In three minutes, I can walk to the cupboard,
Select the size of cup I want,
And fill it with water from a sink.
I HAVE NEVER FELT COMPLETELY HELPLESS.
I have a roof over my head and a lock on the door,
And if I am in danger in three minutes I can
Grab my cell phone, dial 911, and have help on the way.
I HAVE NEVER KNOWN POOR HEALTH.
In three minutes I can call the doctor,
Schedule an appointment, and be on my way
To feeling better in no time.
I HAVE NEVER KNOWN ABSOLUTE POVERTY.
In three minutes I can dig around the couch cushions,
Find a few coins and be on my way
For a delicious package of Chicken Ramen Noodles.
I HAVE NEVER FELT COMPLETELY ALONE.
In three minut
Barefoot in the SnowYou ask me how I am; I’m fine, I’m fineBarefoot in the Snow7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My toes have fallen off from walking barefoot in the snow
But I didn’t need them anyway, I’m okay
It’s you I’m worried about, grey –faced and dull-eyed
What’s going on, old friend? You’ve lost weight
Your step is slower, your shoulders stooped, are you in pain?
I see you’ve lost your toes as well
Let us walk together then; daylight will come in time
TourniquetI stand crying over the kitchen sinkTourniquet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reeling back and forth so hard
that I hit the tap
and watch as my broken dreams
spill out of a fresh gash.
I spend my free time searching through spare fantasies
for a tourniquet; anything
to stop the flow of thought.
Its funny how I fight to forget us,
and struggle to remember you.
Every so often I cant recall
the way you drug your feet as you walked
or exactly how much I loved your voice.
Im losing you again...
Just another dropped call
on the worlds most reliable network
because all I am is a number;
a few digits
not worth remembering
So as I run mine through my hair
and let out a sigh in the absence of sleep
I close the cemetery gates that have come to be my eyes
and rest uneasy.
Peter Pan SyndromeWe love the taste of cereal and would have breakfast at every meal if we could - cheerios and chocolate milkshakes over a pile of comic books, dreaming.Peter Pan Syndrome5 years ago in General More Like This
Lets never read directions, but twist our way through streets destination anywhere winding our way to sunset. And it seems so careless, but I just want to let my soul drift with yours in an eternal state of wanderlust.
If youre curious, my favorite color is violet. I sing in the shower sometimes and I read books in the corner next to the vent. I wish I could smell like strawberry candy, and sidewalk chalk was my first paint brush. I have trouble using a desk at home and I will always harbor an affinity for oatmeal raisin cookies. I have nothing to hide
Exhale the stress and breathe me in. Lets shoot up rainbows and somewhere along the line well stop at a diner and, no, its not designer, but we like it that way. Off-tourist-trail vintage please -finding meaning in the unusual our expert
a lessonShe isa lesson2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tosses her hair back and
she laughs at the world
who cannot hope to match her stride.
She meets eyes unashamedly,
she is radiant with confidence.
She is shy,
her eyes are downcast and
her cheeks are mottled
Her words are whispers,
her breaths are sighs.
She is a sly smile.
She is a soft
whisper in his ear.
She does not seem to know
who she is.
to peel back the layers.
(though they are both afraid
that what lies beneath
to speak to her.
But the words are stuck
in his throat,
suffocated with the
and he has nothing
to give her.
if there was ever any truth
in either of them.
In him for loving not-her
the way everyone loves not-her,
or in her,
for the elaborate
He wants to tell her
he adores her, but
he has no oxygen around her
(no words to give her),
no conviction to assure her with,
no one to love but fiction,
and he is silent.
(you are a contradiction.)
Beautifully Flawed Wild AnimalsAs a child I was kicked by a horseBeautifully Flawed Wild Animals2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While approaching from behind
It knocked me clean across the stable
This fragile framed boy of nine
I tried so hard to be strong and brave
And as Mother wiped my tears away
All I could think was I must return
To the stable the very next day
I barely slept a wink that night
For thinking about the steed
And how the doctor said I‘d be dead
If hoof had hit below my knee
Running my hand over the horseshoe
That was bruised onto my thigh
I felt a very real connection
Between the animal and I
Mother woke me as dawn broke
Asked if I still wanted to go
To visit the scene of the crime
To visit my equus foe
I nodded bravely and forced a smile
And with that we were on our way
I recognised the farmers son
I recognised the bales of hay
And there he was right in front of me
He seemed bigger than before
But there was no fear in my heart
Just a sense of wonder and awe
The farmers son took me by the hand
And as he tended to its mane
He fed the horse a sugar cube
Always LostLost in the legacy of dreamsAlways Lost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monster reunites with my soul
Will he ever go away
Or will I just sit here
Rot in a hole
Lost in a land of fantasy
Hoping to hide, run away
Lost in the past of tears and scars
Remaining here as a ghost
Run away from pride, it doesn't help to have it
Run away from the past, it destroys what it owns
Rotting in my sleep
Always waking in the middle of the night
My pleasure so meek
My mind so shattered like a broken glass bottle
Will the images ever cease
Or will the cannons keep up their fire
I remain lost the agony of my life
The worthless past I grew up with
A crybaby in the mirror
And a soldier of the fear
Eyes dry, never cry again
Lost in my memories of that broken old place
Forgotten by the raptors who continue to seek out their next prey
Lost in a hopeless world
I'm just trying to get by
All the suffering remains
Thought I washed it down the sink
Thought it was gone, but it likes the game tag
The sadistic personality chases me till I wake
Rotting in m
Listen with your ears, not your mouth.I am not one of the shy ones,Listen with your ears, not your mouth.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am simply quiet.
I only speak when
I have something worth saying.
I would appreciate if you listened
to what I actually say,
Rather than what
you want me to say.
Is that so wrong to ask?
All I Will Ever BeWhat I amAll I Will Ever Be1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is nothing more than a grain of sand
in a desert filled with endless dunes.
I am nothing
compared to the endless oceans
that are filled with endless depths.
I cannot compare
to the trunks of the trees,
for they will always reach what I cannot.
Nothing am I
to the solar eclipses,
which will cover more than my mind ever will.
Nor am I
the same as any human being,
for I am just me, and that is all I will ever be.
Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.Epitaph for an Old Italian Woman2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without