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So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...So I Shall Stand Here and Watch...1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
From here I shall stand and look down on the world. I shall watch as the leaders of great nations look for ways to fill the void. I shall watch as they lead their followers down the road that can end only in ruin.
One day they will all realize that the void can only be filled by God. Only God can lead them down the appropriate road.
So I shall stand here, looking on as the world leads itself toward its own destruction. And I will pray for them.
I'm In Love With The NightI'm In Love With The Night10 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Chilled air slips between my fingertips as the soft smell of night cuddles my olfactory senses. The distant chirp of cicadas drifts into my ears, as I climb into bed. The cool coverings below me, as I love the air that caresses my body so gently. My eyes close as my breathing deepens, my body sliding into a peaceful place for the remander of the beautiful night.
Loudmouth chapter 3 (book)Loudmouth chapter 3 (book)7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An object starts to vibrate loudly on the table and after a few seconds, it stops.
Who could possibly send me a text message? Surprised I stand up and walk to my middle-aged Nokia. I open the message and my mouth falls open of astonishment of what I just read.
"Hey. Could we talk? Greetings, Evan." it says. How did he get my number for God's sake?
I think for a moment. Should I answer it? Can it do any harm if I do? He only wants to talk and I know that most problems can be solved with talking, but I barely know him! In that case I don't owe him a conversation. But Siope asked me if I could give him a chance. But she didn't even know what
What should I say?Well what should I say???What should I say?10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should I talk about how amazing you are?
How much of a woman you are?
The way you make me smile?
The way you make me laugh?
The way I get all nervous to talk to you?
How intelligent you are?
The way I can talk to you about anything?
How you're always on my mind and always there for me?
or the millions of ways in which you made me fall for you?
hmmm I can't make up my mind so I'll just leave you with my heart .
The Perfect NightThe Perfect Night1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
As I streamed across the beach with the warm water lapping at my ankles, I searched for a place to settle. When I found it, I fell down into the moonlit water. For me, there was nothing like sitting in the water instead of the grainy sand. Something about the water calmed me. I felt the warmth of a familiar body behind me and so I fell back into his comfort. He slid ever so slightly forward and I watched as his gentle, tan hands wrapped around my body and interlocked with me inside. His head fell softly on top of mine and his hat began to shade me from the shimmering moonlight.
I don't think there's any moment greater than
Episode 1: the unexpected arrival of the black guy2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes
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A Blonde PrisonerA Blonde Prisoner3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pillow and sheets swirl around me
As a blinder of smoke, a disguise
It silences me like a gag of pretty black fabric
Labeling me less than a pile of bones
With nothing left to whisper, nothing at all
The exposure is false, the light is too dim
This picture is broken and cutting my skin
The bad dreams live inside my mind
To bully and bloody my fragile thoughts
I toss and turn within my cloth prison
Until the morning light recaptures the evil dreams
Forcing them to buzz around my head
As I drink a slow cup of coffee
And eat a bowl of cereal and bananas
Non-FictionI live through my pen, through my keyboard. Writing lines down, lives down. Ideas spin through my mind and my fingers struggle to keep up. You are a reoccurring character, I wonder if you always knew that. What I can't tell you with my vocal chords, my fingers will lay down in strokes. Woven words and bits of truth, tell stories I live (if sometimes only in my head).Non-Fiction5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Sometimes I wonder how much of my life is purely fiction.
Mornings regret Pt 30The next few weeks passed slowly. Each new day felt like a struggle, but at least it seemed to get a little easier. For a while, I worried about the distance I felt growing between us. The first week after "that night" I had a hard time being close to her, and it didn't help that I was getting several phone calls a day from my future ex husband. The first few messages were profusely apologetic, something about missing me and being scared mixed with beer and pills. I didn't care what his excuses were, I knew I could never feel safe with him again, and I could never forgive him, much less forget. I started being less afraid and more angryMornings regret Pt 305 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Despair on Toll Road 417Glow of street lights on the cool asphalt,Despair on Toll Road 4175 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And neon shrines to the gods we’ve built
Out of concrete, brick and clay;
(The smoke of industry obscures the day).
The city rushes by me in a haze;
The pale moon is in its dying phase;
The dotted lines are a haunted dream,
Reflecting nightmares in their ghoulish gleam.
Night conceals me in its livid fog,
Darkness swallows being in its maw,
And still I haunt these abandoned streets,
Alone with the lights, no sense of peace.
Ten million men around me rest in sleep.
I pray thee, Death, my soul to take and keep.
OverwrittenLike taping over old television programs,Overwritten5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make new memories to replace you
Those years that were stolen
will be overwritten
and every trace will be erased
Now only fragments remain
even good times, difficult to recall
but I know this is what it takes
to heal old wounds
and find the girl you (and I) thought you buried
Love's giftWe make the worst decisionsLove's gift6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and learn to love this nakedness
For we won't be the ones
to live with the consequences
It's a gift we give to our children
to be handed down like your mother's silver
We shall take a bite
and they will feel the weight
For what we do is done in ignorance
but they will know better (now that it's too late)
and they will struggle with our mistakes
trying to turn back the clock
An impossibility to fix what we've broken
yet they try and fail, and try again
As if persistence could make up for years of neglect
years of abuse, years of dysfunctional thought
But oh, they will try..
..to live with our greate
Morning's RegretI wake with the dawn, but then just roll over. I pull my pillow over my head and try to go back to sleep. It's so cold and lonely in this bed all alone, and I don't want to remember what happened last night. I drift in and out of melancholy dreams only to wake a few hours later still feeling groggy. I notice it's still pretty dark outside and look at the clock to be sure it is really still day. Yeah, nine-thirty. I'd stay in bed all day and sleep if I thought it would make me feel better. I know really I'll only feel worse, like you were right all along. I decide I'll lie here a little longer and try to plan out my day some before actMorning's Regret6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Night kissI want to feed upon your mouthNight kiss6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to drink from your well of words and drown
in the sweet, sweet river of desire,
to dive into your very being,
to drink from your well of words and drown
to plunge into the oceans of your eyes,
to dive into your very being,
to burn from deep within,
to plunge into the oceans of your eyes
to feel your name etched upon my lips,
to burn from deep within,
tasting nothing but your sweetness,
to feel your name etched upon my lips
I want to sing into your mouth,
tasting nothing but your sweetness,
lost in the abyss of your love.
Not so strange Part 1Tolerance. That's the "theme" at school this week. At first I wasn't sure what it meant, so I looked it up. Tolerance - 1 : capacity to endure pain or hardship. After reading that first one I thought, this for sure is not what they are trying to teach us, is it? I scanned down to the second definition. 2 a : sympathy or indulgence for beliefs or practices differing from or conflicting with one's own b : the act of allowing something. Ok, I guess this is what they mean by "tolerance", that we need to learn how to allow other people to have different beliefs than us? So what does that mean exactly. I don't remember any kids here ever tNot so strange Part 16 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
FateOne day with my loveFate6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Caught you hook, line, and sinker
Yours eternally,
Poetry is my friendWallflower girlPoetry is my friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to blend with the scenery
Wishing for this night to end
And she can return to seclusion
Periods of small talk interrupting
Millennia of loneliness
Once the crowd is gone
She'll be safe once again
Surrounded by the comfort
Of the ones she truly loves
The ones who don't judge
If only books could hug back
Bits and PiecesSometimes I like to give awayBits and Pieces6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pieces of my heart
As if they'd grow back
Knowing they disappear forever
One day I worry I will give the last piece away
And think about the hollow in my chest
I won't regret it, how could I?
Even those thoughts don't slow me down
So here, take another piece
I have lots more to give away
I do think that maybe I will set one aside
And that one piece will be for me
Home is...Finally my arms are filledHome is...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is returned to it's home
The cold melts around me
You've returned, my love
coffeeHe was youngcoffee7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And cocky
Beautiful sexy and smart
And I always wished I could be him
Or at least have him
Maybe
If we had a monarchy
He might be prince
Unattainable, lofty, perfect
Ruler of our world
He had chocolate skin, eyes
That come from mixing
Vanilla and dark chocolate
Late nights at Cold Stone
White teeth and laugh lines
He is my dream
One day he comes back with a story
About a part of America I never knew
Or maybe didn't want to know
Existed
He says he and his beautiful vanilla mama
And dark chocolate daddy
Are eating in a restaurant – a town I've never heard of
And hope I never see
And as the words spill out o
what wasThis is the feeling he feels:what was7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Deep and unimaginable and epic. His bloodstream is
undulating, moving with a life all its own through the
warm vessels that hold it captive, but it is getting
closer to the point where the river meets the ocean
and the build up is what tears him down. Eyelids
shaking, body moving from within, he opens up and l
ets his arms free and lets the music feel for him. The
moves he makes are not his own and are only his
to own. Everything that comes from him has been
pushed upon him by a higher force. The dj controls
the beat and because of this he controls james from
the inside out, a feeling w
Love....If love is for the young at heartLove....10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you please explain
Why my heart should miss a beat
Each time I hear your name?
And why is it I hunger
For every word you tell?
Each scrap of information
I memorize it well.
I may not be as young as some
But have a heart that's true
I just had to let you know
This heart beats just for you.
trusting fatetrusting fate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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i am pulsing. my brain is filling with electricity- a blown fuse has been replaced. all the sudden, i see you again. i see you laughing, so far away and yet so close. your face has a way of lighting up like you've always known about him- that man you said you'd find. and inside i am dying, but something sad has a way of holding on.
yet here you are, and i am dying again. a few words written, a thank you, a description of something buried deep inside- the last wisps of snowflakes and shards of ice are churning, desperately keeping in motion, trying to survive.
you have a way with words. you speak in tongues that are both enchanting and un
Sta.sh
