Reality of DreamingAlas!Reality of Dreaming3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas only a dream,
Yet seeming so
My certainty was pure,
Her embraced in
No boring brown eyes,
Only the majestic
No out dated fashions,
Only silk soft
I am no poet,
Her making me
So know I know,
She's only a
It does not exist,
Dreaming only of
Sympathy for PuppetsI’ve seen the face of god in the hollowed eyes of childrenSympathy for Puppets3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Brainwashed by absurd views, and by fear
Sacrificed to a burning eternity
Before they could even speak
I have witnessed the result of religion driven hate
And how a savior can become a dictator
An army of worshipers at heed of a demand
The slaughtered of many are lost in the past
I’ve watched as the innocent are skinned alive
While the brutal and cruel are rewarded
With the dark satisfaction of silencing a voice
I have seen the personal work of god
In those born with disabilities
Children with underdeveloped brains
Babies that die before their first breath
Only to be released into a never ending nothingness
Because their lips failed to form a prayer
And finally, I have felt the ultimate wrath of god
In the suffering of all those who live
Not because they have done wrong
But because they dare to live
Love AgainLove AgainLove Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Every possible future will mimic the past
I've stayed awake-
Inside the eternal moments that I've created
And my immortal regret-
Is that I don't know if I can ever fall in love...again
L'Ankou des pluiesL'Ankou des pluies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La Mort va, la nuit,
Par les chemins creux,
Trempés de pluie,
Nourrir de vie
Le froid appétit
De sa lame.
Memories"Abbi don't!" I shouted, just before the hose drenched my church outfit. She giggled, and despite being miserable and wet, I smiled.Memories3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Making her laugh always made me smile. Even as a seven year old.
"You're gonna get in trouble with Amma." Almost as if on cue, my grandmother came into the back yard. "Cole Jason Bartholomew!" she shrieked and when I pointed at Abbigale, she sighed. "Abbi Nicole Rose, what have I told you about picking on Cole?" She smiled innocently, her cheeks flushed with pink. "She wasn't picking on me." I pouted, crossing my arms. "Please, she could take you any day, Coley." Amma said lightly, stroking Abbi's hair. I stomped off, away from the sound of their giggles. I smiled as I left though, because making Abbi laugh always made me smile.
"Happy thirteenth birthday, Abbi." I said with a grin, strolling up her driveway. She returned my smile, and jumped into my arms. "Cole! I thought you said you couldn't ma
...But....The next day, she walked into......But....3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
... School... Her home... The Office...
And sat down next to her...
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Without a word.
She put her hands on her knees, and stared into her lap. Outside the weather was....
...Nice.... Horrid.... Unimportant....
She didn't care. Everything was hurting now but, for a few hours, her life had been....
....Perfect.... Unblemished.... Hers...
Tears began to well in her eyes. Scalding her cheeks, they spilled sluggishly down her face. Embarrassing. Pathetic. Unneeded.
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Looked at her with concern and, when he spoke, his words tattooed themselves across her lungs and heart.
'Are you okay?'
Inside, her organs strained against her ribcage. The tears continued to fall as she shook her head, 'No.'
He bit his lip, and leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee, 'What's the matter?'
Turning away from him, she said, 'I had a dream last night.'
CalamityI keep expectationsCalamity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my back jean pocket
and i tuck disappointment
into the folds of my shirts
they stay with me always
while confidence makes friends
with the dust bunnies under my bed
I store empty promises
under the weight of my spine
crushed by back bone shoulder blades
turned from fragile bones to wings that will never fly
and there is always anger
hidden beneath my fingernails
flooding my lungs until I can no longer breathe
while pleasure and pride
become the lost love child
of closets and old shoe boxes
frustration sleeps in my veins
accumulating like blood clots
incompetence makes itself at home
in the spaces between bones
and happiness loses itself
in shoes that don't fit
and sweatshirts that no longer hold warmth
Dear ________Iwant to tell you I can still go on, and that I still love you, and that these pains mean nothing, and that I'll always do, forever like we said... but I can't. Can't lie, can't try to make you happy, can't while I'm drowning in my misery..CAN'T--the word that means the inability to. Can't lie, Can't love. Can't die, either, not for you. Can't hurt you. Can't hurt myself, not anymore. I can't count the times that stupid rusty blade kissed my wrist, and not you.DOyou know how much it hurt, every single night when I sat on a bed with one side cold and empty, when I thought about this situation about you and me, and her? Do you know how bitter it was thinking of all the times you spent with her when you could've spent it with me? All those moments she took from me? Surely I gave you permission to do what you wanted, but I think breaking my heart wasn't part of the deal.WITHdeepest sincerities toboth you and her, and your joys, I wanted to send this letteDear ________4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Remnants of a DreamIts inky, cool tendrils still held on tight,Remnants of a Dream4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wrapping body and mind in a numbing fog,
Reminding me of the delicate gifts of night,
Creations of subconscious consciousness
Through which our minds take off in flight
The tastes of the dream still linger as a tease,
Warming my tongue with the rich and exotic flavor
Of the fearsome and beautiful that make me quaver,
Doing everything but putting my mind at ease
Some mornings I wonder if the sun would rise
If it could dream the dreams that we do?
Would the moon then take over the skies?
I could dream forever then, revel in them,
Forever wandering in the world behind my eyes
The dream holds me carefully in its lustful grasp,
Fearful of waking up its precious sleeper
Afraid of becoming its very own reaper
Forcing out the final words its capable to rasp
But then I awake from the now silenced dream
Struggling to escape the fog into which I was cast
Feeling my body as it was drenched in a morning sunbeam
Sensory returning to its natural and consci
C1Somehow I drifted away from the internal chaos, and noticed the pool of red creeping out before my eyes. The clouds had stretched apart for a moment, and the moon, framed by black clawing tree branches, was caught in that red pool.C13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dazed and confused, and time seemed to be simultaneously speeding past and dragging, but despite all of that, the world was sharp. The moon disappeared behind a screen of clouds. The only light left to ooze over the puddle of blood was the amber windows of a house several hundred yards away. In a detached way, I realized it was my blood, still hot where it soaked into my clothes. It trickled down my upper lip and dripped to the ground. A stream of it dribbled out of the arm that lay before my face. I watched as it joined the lake forming around my body.
My whole body was throbbing, and even though I was sure that it would never end, it did. Relief bloomed out and engulfed the agony, leaving behind only distant, muted aches. Rocks and grit dug
Pinky Promise "Pinky promise?"Pinky Promise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They link pinky fingers. Then one went to touch thumbs and the other one went to bite her thumb. The end result was his thumb on her nose.
Giggling "what are you doing?"
"Apparently petting your nose," he starts to move his thumb in a circular motion on the tip of her nose, "what were you trying to do?"
"Bite my thumb to finish the pinky promise."
"I've never heard of that. I touch thumbs."
"To complete the promise and it's supposed to symbolize an unbreakable vow since circles are typically harder to break. Why would you bite your thumb?"
"That's the way I was taught." She thinks a bit further causing
Love?A tender lookLove?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sweet embrace
Words of Love
a restless gaze
Open your heart
Show your face
Deny no passage
Before it's too late
When you find it
Do not run
Give it your all
Promise your soul
For in the end
When the seeds are grown
The plants arise
With them a sweet taste
Love is a MythLove is a myth.Love is a Myth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The words were on the skin of my right ankle, formed from scar tissue. They had been there for as long as I could remember, although I did not remember what, exactly, put them there. A movement of my young hands, maybe, guided by a force I could not feel. A doctor with a bitter sense of humor. Broken glass with a mind of its own.
Whatever the cause, it never really mattered much to me. It was just another birthmark, albeit an oddly-shaped one; it had been there forever, so I thought nothing of it. In fact, no one else learned of its existence until I turned ten.
My mother did, then, as she helped me take off a particularly clingy pair of socks.
"Arnold, what's this on your ankle?"
I had giggled, and said, "My lucky mark!"
My mother's brow furrowed, and she told me that she thought it looked like Cuba. I learned later that other people couldn't see the words that I could see.
The name "lucky mark" stuck. I called it that well into my adulthood, or at least to myself when
Eden - Chapter SixEden - Chapter Six4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
. . .
Everything was blurred in Touko's vision when she opened her eyes. She was confused for a moment before remembering that needle Anthea poked into her without warning. After blinking a couple more times, everything started to clear.
"Oh, you're awake," N let out a gust of air he had been holding when the smaller teen first started to stir.
"The sneaky little... "
"Please excuse her for her behavior. She prefers to check over her patients while they sleep."
"And why is that?"
"She tells me it's because she enjoys her work more when her patients don't have their guard up."
Touko slowly sat up, still blinking every few seconds, and looked over to see N at the edge of her bed, giving a small smile. She forced a smile herself, feeling much too languid to give something more. Silently, the other teen handed her a bottle of water, which she took gratefully and drank more than half before fully satisfied.
A Letter To My BodyDear my body,A Letter To My Body2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.
The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the carcasses of once living beings even when deep down I felt it was wrong to do so.
I'm sorry for putting you in such danger of hearing damage - through all the times I listen to my iPod with the music blaring loudly through my earphones, and the times I spend at the front rows of concerts, the speakers so powerful I can feel the vibrations running thro
dreams and wishesDreams and wishesdreams and wishes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can only get you so far
Before your wings
Made of ideals and morals
And you plummet back to reality
Shattering upon the truth
Never to fly as high again
Never to be as free
A dream is a wish your heart makes
When all conscious thought has left
A dream shattered
A wish left ungranted
One more child
Made aware of
How cold and heartless
The world really is
Nothing is how it should be
How it would be
But that doesn't stop the wishes
Or the whimsical dreams
Made based off those foolish fantasies
Wishes and dreams
Dreams and wishes
I Hate Being A Womani hate being a womanI Hate Being A Woman3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i hate being so complex
always doing the opposite of what i say
and a whole fucking library in the head about rules for love and sex
i hate having periods
and these goddamn mood swings
cries, laughs, shouts, smiles and eats chocolate at the same time
and why do i need all these stupid "on sale" things?
i hate having a vagina
it's way to difficult to understand
it's size is questionable, and no map will ever find that damn clitoris
penis gets in, baby comes out, but in the end, the only thing that really touches it is your own hand
i hate having shapes
no matter how my body looks, it just gets wrong
boobs and ass never getting perfect, and every inch of the skin just has to be free of body hair
where the hell is all the sensitive areas, what the hell turns me on?
i hate wearing dresses
always blowing up my thighs
high fucking heels, lots of goddamn make up, stupid expensive bags
the hair wont stay down, it just ends with long, restless sighs
i hate being a girl
Broken Pieces and Fixed PuzzlesWhen one puzzle piece breaks, the entire picture suffers.Broken Pieces and Fixed Puzzles4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For instance, if there is a puzzle with the picture of a parakeet, and the beak of the parakeet is half ripped off, the picture suffers. There will be a half-beaked parakeet.
So how are people any different?
There's gotta be a puzzle piece for each and everyone out there. But if your puzzle piece breaks, will you still fit together?
I pondered this as I sat and looked at my beakless parakeet puzzle that I had finished on my kitcen table. It was, total, about five hundred pieces. Only the one piece was deformed, but it took away from the whole bird-viewing experience. Seeing gray cardboard and a bird mesh together kind of ruins the affect.
After about five minutes of staring at my disappointing puzzle, I took it apart and put it into the box from which it came.
It was too silent in my house. No one home except for myself.
I couldn't stop thinking of my puzzle piece theory. How many people have done the wrong thing and left their
Positive and Negative+ -Positive and Negative3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replace a negative with a positive.
Combine a horizontal line with a vertical.
Find a balance between action and the cognitive.
However this process is all but surgical.
Positivity is not always visible.
The Daily NewsThe Daily News.The Daily News3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her mouth moved indifferently.
Unrealistic words seeped out.
I looked around overwhelmed by emotion.
A deathly silence breaches the living room.
Her eyes focussed on the eggshell white walls.
She continued to explain the situation.
My ears reluctantly accepted her unwarranted sounds.
My feet uncomfortably amuse the Egyptian rug.
Tears begin to formulate as the moment progresses.
My eyes uncontrollably confront her tolerant frame.
No words can soothe this disturbing atmosphere.
My expressive arms comfort this worrying warrior.
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But you never stop to think what if it comes your way.
How will you react? What words will you say?
Would you be able to handle the pressure? Or will you run away?
Will you submit to your lord, kneel down and pray?
Would you consume alcohol to keep the demons at bay?
You hear about these scenarios every day.
But never stop to think what if one day.
It decides to comes your way.
False Rules"False Rules"False Rules4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit here and just stare.
I am unprepared,
And feeling a little worse for wear.
My courage runs away,
I've lost today,
Became nothing more than a lost stray.
All I do is try to impress,
They're sociopathic creatures at their best.
Yet, I am still drawn in
I can't win.
These social practices should be a sin.
I tell myself, "It can't get worse,
That society is cursed,
Not self-aware and perverse."
I want to go over there,
But I'm not prepared.
Why the hell is this all on me?
Why can't they just say "Hi,"
And roll the die?
I finally work up some nerve,
As I talk she looks away.
This is not what I deserve.
So much work and so little pay.
You can't treat me like this,
I'm a human being,
My only wish,
My fleeting dream,
Is that you'd have some courtesy,
And learn some decency.
And so I leave,
A little peeved,
Hopeless and no relief.
Jokes that make no sense1. Q. If I have 15 cats, and you don't like ice cream. How many penguins are sitting on the roof?Jokes that make no sense3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A. Purple aliens can't fly.
2. Q. How many trees do caterpillars eat?
A. Woolen scarves. Because motorcycles don't have doors.
3. Q. If you are hiking through a lake, and the wings fall off your plane, how many spoons does it take to build a snowman?
A. 27- Synchronized swimmers doesn't chew shoes.
Fox Krystal Romance Final6:40 pmFox Krystal Romance Final7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fox and Falco had their hands full trying to keep their respective girlfriends from going at the others throat. Both women had to be kept restrained. Almost an hour passed before the females were worn out from trying to break out of their partners grip. After a while of clearing the air, Krystal and Katt Monroe apologized and became fast friends. They were so intrigued by each others past that they completely forgot that anyone else was occupying the room.
Well isnt that a kick in the butt. Groaned Falco.
Fox raised an eyebrow at the navy colored falcon Whats up with you? he questioned.
Kinda hoping to finish Katt and Is little reunion upstairs before all this chaos ensued. Falco responded with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
You and your mojo. Fox chuckled.
My mojo? Falco responded not in anger but a little offended but with a humo