A different view.bending backward,
out of place.
fell out of space.
but never winning.
lie to yourself,
it's all the same.
lie to yourself,
play the game.
a big black hole,
feeling like a mole.
I can't see,
can only be.
Smells of nothing,
not even loathing.
Happy with the darkness,
now finds the light.
begins another long lived plight.
Soon again, I find it okay,
and go along with my day.
The world is twisting,
greens turned purple,
I feel extroverted,
and full of thinks.
Full of happiness,
bursting to the brink.
I feel myself laugh,
at something you can't perceive,
cannot look at,
poetry is thinking with your skinwith strands of sunlight for hairpoetry is thinking with your skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchors drawn in permanent ink
this catharsis is your skin talking
the hairs on your arms rising.
a sudden glimpse into the
skin sun kissed and wind beaten
free spirit and eyes of the heathen
you think you talk
but you tik like a clock
my words might be beautiful
but they have no soul
I feel infinite
late night taxi cab She got in more than ten minutes ago, makeup smudged by tears or sweat. For pretty girls, it’s always tears. She looks out the window, silent, a cigarette burning in her right hand. It started raining a short while ago and the taxi’s motor has been shut down way before that. It’s eerily quiet and she remarks on it, her voice hoarse and oddly soft for the wild child she looks like. The cab driver has given up on telling her to hurry up and choose a destination or leave because she reminds him too much of someone.late night taxi cab2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They’ve been sitting in this deafening silence forever.
She looks back inside, focuses her gaze on the radio to see if it’s off or just turned down. The silence seems to have a weight and it presses down on her. Last night, she sold love in sealed paper packets tucked in shirtsleeves and underwear, caught in the underwire of her bra, pressed to the hummingbir
Idiosyncratic IntentionsBorn to homogenized land, to be enslaved by social trend,Idiosyncratic Intentions3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to become the prostitute of modernization, vile evisceration.
Penanced to Poinciana and her children – palsied by zealous
elections. Entitled by men of relax n' rest and change o' best.
Killing the child
with our eye-spy
generalized assumptions, again.
We are to un-educate ourselves till bide comes a demure lion
who speaks as dames and relates to the hetero-masculine
decline of testosterone. The murderer of wifely ligaments
and unborn innocent innocence. Yet, as we fall to decease,
in regression, we blame our own idiosyncratic intentions.
As a whole of no-hearts, we display regret in the form of
harlot gatherings, fertile famines - vasectomy celebrations.
As Jeremiah watches the facade, Alexia undress herself
in the lenses of connected cameras set in resolution; 1984.
Vilified testified menacing sibling -
why do you watch
your idiosyncratic intentions
AutismDon't treat me like a patientAutism3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All I want to do is run around
Don't talk to me like I am deaf
I can hear it loudly, every sound
Please don't judge me
If you see me cover my ears
It's the way I block out everything out
All the threats and all my fears
I might not communicate like the rest of you
Or look you in the eye
You might tut and moan and bitch
But never ask me why
The truth is that I am different
I just want you to see
That I'm not rude, impolite or weird
Under it all, I am just me
AloneI sit alone and mark the time -Alone2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
aware of how the hours crawl -
with solitude a friend of mine.
I find my thoughts a careless scrawl,
meandering among the days -
myself the loser in it all.
I view my world through lonely haze,
aware of loss on which I stand
and never think to mend my ways.
There's not a soul to lend a hand;
there's not a man to call me friend.
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
Catcat -Cat2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the chair -
black crescent moon.
i like how your fur glistens in the light.
in your dreams you are chasing beasts again.
No Turning Back "You're sure you know what you're doing, young lady?"No Turning Back3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And you're certain you want to go through with this?"
". . . Yes."
A sly grin. "Right this way."
The tall, wiry man steps out from behind his desk and motions me to the back of his dark, dusty shop. I'm only slightly hesitant in following, wondering suddenly if this isn't the kind of situation in which a girl might be taken advantage of. But amidst the shelves and shelves of ancient objects, I catch a glimpse of a thin-bladed samurai sword to my right, and reassure myself that, were Mr. Beanpole here to try anything funny, I could lunge for the sword and wield it for all its worth. I nod, pleased with if not proud of my plan of attack.
"Come along, come along! You haven't much time!" As we near the back of the shop, he flattens himself against a shelf, motions me to pass. I hold my breath, doing my best to avoid contact wit
Battle in my MindEat.Battle in my Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
DisappearDisappear from the heart and memoryDisappear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Disappear, release me from You
Disappear, despite old desires
Let me forget about heaven
Disappear, despite I need You
Disappear- intelectual and emotional conflict
Disappear, despite I kiss You in dreams
Go away, but not for eternity
It hurts, when I'm close to You
It hurts, when I don't see You
I love You, I always will
I will, even though I hate You
AloneAlone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many tears,
Hard to survive,
Out my eyes.
Want to die,
Feel so sad,
JohnMy words gush out like oil from a barrel- dark, toxic, bitter. They spill all over the couch and slosh onto the floor. I desperately want to make them stop, to scoop them all up and pour them back inside so I can hide them away in the space where all my other unwanted words go, but they keep on flowing, filling up the room, drowning me. I'm scared they'll drown John, too. I try to tell him that. Try to tell him to ignore what I'm saying, to leave me alone, to just leave, but he won't have any of that.John3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because he's John- steady, dependable John- and without me telling him he seems to know exactly what I need. He pulls me into his arms as readily as he would a crying child, and in a lot of ways, that's just what I am. I lean into him, burying my face in his jumper so he won't see the sadness slipping between my eyelids and dripping down cheeks that shouldn't be half as rosy as they are. The knit smells of tea and calm. He is warm and solid and steady and safe.
Some days his
Internet"Excuse me. It's really not that funny. As I said, it's raining in my laptop. It's half-rusted already. There was a puddle of water under it when I came home."Internet5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the other side of the phone, the IT specialist was trying really hard to muffle his laughter. He wasn't doing too well.
"I'll " he choked " I'll definitely ask the entire department about this. Maybe they'll have a clue. I " he chuckled and hid it in a cough. "I'm sorry. Horrible cold. I've never heard of anything like this before."
"But the others also promised to come back to me with solutions. They never did."
"I'm sorry, sir. Your problem is waaaay beyond my area of expertise."
The IT expert was hanging up already, but Mike could hear, just before the final click, a cry of long-suppressed mirth. "Get 'im a shrink!"
Mike looked at the laptop. The couch was soaking wet under it. The USB side was starting to show a reddish tint of rust. He sighed and plucked the internet cable out. A few remaining water drops
spell caster musiciansDon’t go with him.spell caster musicians2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
If he invites you over, don’t do it.
Because he’ll reel you in with perfect words, and innocent eyes full of secrets you’d love to explore and you’ll find yourself in a bed that smells of him, sharing a kiss that tastes like a question and being consumed by his touch and his words and his unfailing ability to love you for a few moments.
You’ll feel a desire you didn’t know existed and fear the touches you were craving before you got to be so close. You’ll wonder if the songs were meant for you, or a repeat of anything he’s ever tried on other girls.
He’ll stop speaking and existing when life forces you to coexist in the same bubble of air space, but he’ll have long since imprinted himself inside your bones like a Trojan virus.
You’ll spend countless hours thinking it over, exasperated, exhilarated, almost in love with the simple idea, with the wonderful illusion, but you will tick question m
Flames of RealizationFoolish human!?Flames of Realization3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the fuck have you been?
Can't you tell this world you lived in,
has already burned down to nothing?
So sift through the ashes of the past
And realize that nothing truly last.
And I hope to God you do this fast,
Before you have to face my wrath.
Because I used to be a lot like you.
Ignorant to all these problems too.
Until I saw the good was few,
and this infectious evil grew!
Don't I miss the days of being blind!
Viewing the world as good and kind.
And then you notice the shit you find,
is enough to make you lose your mind!
Now these once peaceful plains,
are consumed by my hateful flame.
I grow tired of your screaming pain.
It's enough to drive me insane.
I have left my ties to humanity severed.
Nothing you say will make that better.
So please stop these screams of terror!
Before I shatter what's left of this mirror!
Descending In absolute tranquillity of whiteness signs of strange suspension occurred as a vast amount of snow-cloaked giants started creeping in from all directions. The blazing white orb was shining lazily high above, unintentionally lighting the way for the newcomers.Descending2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hours had passed before a whole load of intruders occupied most part of the scope. Each carrying an enormous burden they still managed to move swiftly, their direction hidden from an unknowing eye. Upon coming to a halt some had already merged together, some yet stood alone, intoxicated by their own sublimity. However, the more they gathered, the more their whiteness gave in to grey tones as dark shadows appeared on their once perfectly clean robes.
He was part of one of the lonely wanderers hanging high above the already-dark grey mess swirling below like a whirlpool. Occasional beams of light from the clear blue sky would paint the abyss with strains of white which gradually dissolved i
SkinI feel youSkin2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you slide under the covers behind me
Your skin so cool and supple
The soft springy hairs on your chest
Stroke the middle of my back
Finding the tattoo of the unicorn
You chose for me that time by the sea
When we first met
I smell you
As you fold your arms around me nice and tight
Bringing with you scents of
Evening air and salty, musky male
Warming me and cooling me
Building my desire with pure alchemy
Turning me to liquid gold and heat
Just like before
I hear you
As you sigh with me in mutual pleasure
Lifting my hair, touching
Your lips to my moist nape, so needy
Aching for your soft, sweet kiss
Take me to that dark, dark place, my lover
Bite me, suck me, bleed me dry, you fiend
One last time
sans parolesce n'est pas toujours si facilesans paroles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
j'aimerais qu'on recommence notre première fois
je voudrais te revoir, encore
te savoir, encore
réapprendre ton toi tout entier
tu devras me pardonner mes caresses
presque trop fragiles, pleines de doutes
tu devrais m’apprendre la langue des anges
chanter les paroles des déchus
je t’en prie,
ensorcelle mon cœur pour la première fois
all over again
Caro's MindShe lost her sanityCaro's Mind3 years ago in Horror More Like This
It wasn't her fault,
THEY made her.
Echoes of her past life,
Pulsing through her mind.
Her past self,
Her long brown hair and dark eyes,
Demanding, pleading, looking for escape
From the dark tunnels of her mind.
Being torn apart
By he talons of hatred and sorrow,
Being gently enfolded,
By the black wings of unconsciousness,
Waking up in a unknown place,
Finding her future self,
Chocking the life from her,
Dragging her into the past
To relive it again.
All the while,
A voice is calling,
Searching for her.
"Caroline...Where are you?"
Journal 1 - SylviaWell as usual I am sitting in my locked room as my brothers devise a plan of what to do with me. Yeah, it sounds weird but ever since my mum died Leo has started bullying me as well as Toru, it has made it much worse I mean as twins they think a like but together, much much worse.Journal 1 - Sylvia2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This always happens when Dad has to work on weekends, which is quite often. All I want to do on those days is run along the beach for an hour or two, just to clear my head. It is so relaxing in the sea breeze with the waves swishing around my hot feet, I never run with my shoes on.
As a 13 year old girl I am expected to live for my friends, have a crush, be into the latest fashion, music and software but am I truly like that? No I am different, I love sports, running and biking, I am literally the only one in my school who can't wait for cross country each year. That so makes people hate me.
Oh well, I hear my twin brothers stomping down the hall, I wonder what their mad minds have decided on today apart from
SHERLOCK- John's Friday Night (Katy Perry Parody)John’s Friday NightSHERLOCK- John's Friday Night (Katy Perry Parody)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
There’s a key code in your head
Don’t know what was done or said
Jim is passed out on the floor
Lestrade is pounding on the door
Are you wearing any pants?
Was that a dream, by any chance?
I’ve got a horrible hangover
Ms. Hudson still isn't sober
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
We’re screwed, oh well
It’s a HOUND drug blur
But I’m pretty sure
It ruled, damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we ran away from cops
Hit a corpse with riding crops
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, spin the bottle all night long
Think I sang an awkward song
We played cluedo, you were wrong
Last Friday night
We chased the Golem in the dark
Then Moriarty through the park
Then you asked Molly out for lunch
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say were gonna stop
op whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Tryin’ to figure all this out
If you weren’t passed out t
The Master and the Servant Ch. 5The Master and the Servant Ch. 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Sweet dreams, my ass," I grumbled as I lay awake in my bed staring up at the ceiling. Rolling over onto my side, I punched at my pillow in attempt to fluff it. It gave me very little satisfaction to imagine the pillow as Wolfric's fat head.
That kiss had pretty much stolen the promise of a good night sleep from me. Every time I try to close my eyes all I can see are Wolfric's eyes staring into mine as he kissed me senseless.
Why was it bothering me so much? This wasn't the first time he'd kissed me and it probably wouldn't be the last. Why it was different this time, I couldn't tell you, but it bothers me. And when something bothers me, it tends to piss me off.
Have dinner, I scoffed. Did he really think I'd go with him since he pretty much ordered me to? A lady likes to be asked.
On second thought, why shouldn't I go? Hell, I love to eat; and if Wolfric wants to pay for it, he can be my guest. They really did need to continue the
AnaAna's so prettyAna9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ana's so thin.
Her beauty's a gift
Her beauty's a sin.
Ana doesn't like the truth
Ana doesn't like to gain.
All she feels is hunger
All she feels is pain.
Ana looks at the mirror
Ana looks at the lie.
She wants to be loved,
She wants to die.
Ana's so stupid
Ana's so dumb.
So sorry she's fat
So sorry she's numb.
Ana can't feel to love,
Ana can't feet to hate.
Ana won't make the wrongs right,
Ana won't make it past the gate.