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 thoug
Cactus -Senor-Cactus -Senor-10 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
It hurts, doesn't it?It hurts, doesn't it?10 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.
Eroticism At Its Best -Senor-Eroticism At Its Best -Senor-11 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 frie
Young Lovers by SenorYoung Lovers by Senor11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
James and Heather wandered down
Toward the park by the lake
Heather took out the cutlery
James took the food, t'was fake
They ate a happy dinner
Of artificial food
They cleaned up after eating
They were polite, not rude
They strolled around the avenue
They ambled hand in hand
For Heather was quite happy
She had James for her man
He took her to a skyscraper
He took her to the top
She gazed across the landscape
She saw her favourite shop
He took her into his arms
He held her to his chest
He felt the beating of her heart
This moment now was best
He kissed her gently on the lips
He drew her face to his
She never expected him
Colors of Life and TonightSurrounded -- soft shades of orange.Colors of Life and Tonight10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled -- deep heated hues,
harsh white streaming from lush maroon.
So luscious and delicious,
a spring shower for the appetite,
sprouting the seeds of green,
consumed after just one night.
Amber yellow flows within you,
such a delicious champagne,
a swig with each touch,
intoxicating -- drinking you in.
Close your grip around me, your words bind me to the floor,
hold me in your grasp, devour me till I'm blue,
for all the years I've spent alive,
I'd cast aside for just one night with you.
The atmosphere for our lives,
this dark purple and blue stained sky,
speckled with holes, a path I ho
for Nyssi by Senorfor Nyssi by Senor11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I may not be there
But I am in a way
I'm there in your heart
And it's there that I'll stay
The memories of you two
Though the thought of it all
Causes you so much pain
I want to help you
Get rid of the hurt
Pick the shards up
From the love stained dirt
Glue it together,
It will feel all anew
But a piece is still missing
It was taken from you
Though it can't be put back
You can try, fill the space
You'll not feel the same
With that piece out of place
I'll help fill it,
So will others too
Your friends and family
Here, to love you
Though you heart may be broken,
And life seems like a bitch
Do You Ever Feel This Way?Do You Ever Feel This Way?10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He sat there in his chair, calm and in deep thought, clutching his instruments, tapping them on his teeth. The clicking echoed throughout the dankness.
"What to do with a pretty like you..." he said softly, almost mute.
She couldn't hear him, and even if she could, what good would it do her? She couldn't escape, she was his now, to do with as he pleased.
"I could cut you into little pieces." he murmured and smiled as the word 'pieces' exited, arousing him a bit, he breathed in the scent of the room, stale and a bit musty.
Her predecessors lay around, mangled, maimed, and in various states of decay. One lay in the corner, her spine bent in