I am a Dante in a world of Shannen Hamiltons
And though I'm not supposed to be here today
I'm trying to see a sailboat, blinded by chocolate pretzels
And I'm a tracer
I trace the past to make myself a future prophet
I am an ungifted muse
And the angels and demons play hockey with my heart on the roof
While the stench of shoe polish lingers like a dense fog
And I search
I search for a stolen monkey that's neither mine or hers
What to do? Where to go?
When did my Alyssa become a Caitlin Bree?
The topless psychic didn't tell me this would happen
What do you think Silent Bob?
And I thought "callow" was a good thing...
Cactus -Senor-Cactus -Senor-12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He woke up, blurry eyed and dry mouthed, like he was re-born. He scratched his dark brown hair, and glared blindly at the clock in front of him, it was half past seven in the evening.
"Dammit." he mumbled, his voice scratching his throat.
He reached down to the floor and pulled his cel phone from his pocket of his faded blue jeans. The antenna was caught, he furiously pulled and yanked until one of the two objects gave in. He checked his messages, and turned to look behind him. She was gone. She had either left during the early afternoon or late morning, at any rate, he didn't care. She was just another girl, another notch in his belt. The phone rang, vibrating in his hand, he took it and put it under his pillow, he felt like talking to nobody. He had spent the last of his paycheck on a bottle of rum and a pack of cigarettes, both of which, were almost empty.
"Fuck." he shouted, at the half of his lungs, as he searched for his missing sock, fumbling beneath his bed.
He heard cars pass
Eroticism At Its Best -Senor-Eroticism At Its Best -Senor-13 years ago in General More Like This
I wander into the club, my mission: to pick up. What I need now is to find someone, anyone. I'm desperate. Lights flash around be in a flurry. The one light source I cannot ignore is blue. It has always appealed to me, something soft and sensual. The lights blur around me, flashing red, orange and blue. That lovely blue glow. I follow it around the room until it stops briefly on one figure. She is my destiny, my holy grail, at least for the night.
I mosey up. Mosey, sache, amble, whatever... I walk up to her. She's different than the others, her skintone is virginal and she has this look about her. She does not look, prepackaged, as my friends say. She is in her rawest here. The light plays off her face and my gaze meets hers. We click immediately. We leave within moments. Nobody looks, no one stares. She is ordinary and extraordinary at the same time.
We enter my apartment. I lead her to a room.
'Just you wait there doll face, I'll be back in a jiff.' I say with panache. All she can d
It hurts, doesn't it?It hurts, doesn't it?12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You're going to get poisoned that way." she warned half-heartedly as I chewed on the HB pencil in my hand.
"What kind of poisoning? Lead? Wood? It's all the same to me. Death is inevitable, so why not rush the trip?" I replied.
"What's your damage anyhow? You weren't like this before."
"I think you mean to say 'What's NOT my damage?', darling." I glanced over at her, standing over me. Her green sweater and plaid skirt blended well, almost camouflaging her as normal. I couldn't help but glance up at her chest and then back down to the paper in front of me.
"Skeletons." I muttered and jabbed at the sketch lightly.
"Skeletons, they're just skeletons until I make them something else."
"Sort of like us, eh?" she chuckled, and as she did, I noticed her eyes for the first time in a long while, a bright hazel. They were usually behind her glasses and I'd never cared to look at them as I always had my nose either in a book or over a picture I was drawing.
"What do you mean?"