Ignorance Is BlissHow I envy foolsIgnorance Is Bliss2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Those born without the
Eyes to see the darkness; the
Ears to hear the lies; the
Skin to feel the chafing cold; the
Sense to realize:
There's darkness all around us,
Lecherous and black.
We lead a meaningless existence.
Bitter, I turn back.
How I envy fools
Living life, never knowing
The storm on the horizon;
Her clouds fill up the skies.
They do not see the warnings,
Nor hear the gentle "sigh"
Of the wind that's brewing.
They do not feel the rain.
Their never-knowing state
Is all that keeps them sane.
How I envy fools
They know nothing of pain
Will they ever find it,
The truth that I now know?
The sky is torn with violent light
The stormy gales blow.
The tempest is upon us,
But still their eyes are blind.
The lucky fools will never know
We are all
How to Write a Short Story 'I am the short story writer,' Announced Death, her blue eyes flashing, 'I work only within tragedy and romance, with the crows and the sinners, for they are easier to condemn. Short stories cannot be complicated, though they can be happy. I can unite lovers, and I can separate them. The story of life must be short, sweet, a few careful lines. It must swim with words like nuances, and nacreous, to add flair and a dash of intellectual salt to my inky soup. My characters, my playing pieces, will remain unnamed, so that I run no risk of growing attached and extending their ill-fated tale. Tears must fall in new and original ways. There cannot be any clichés in a short life, for that would be a waste, would it not? Words must be made to dance like music, and sentences have to possess the grace of lyrics, for that is the only way to truly capture a soul.'How to Write a Short Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life frowned, and adjusted his mortarboard of clouds, 'If that is the case, then I must be an author o
pears and nearspears and nears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
A Guide to Free Verse (i)Know your enter keyA Guide to Free Verse (i)2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The enter key is your friend
To write in free verse
Would not work without its help
Poetry would be a world
Without your trusty companion
You sat quietly in the dark
Lay without meaning
I frequently sit in quiet
For I am a boy within my teens
Like a fungus
I prefer the dark and damp
The sentence stirs only
Vague memories of puberty
Now, muster your courage
Bring forth the enter key:
In the dark
Ah! Now this!
You can feel it overflowing with meaning!
A sack of grains
Ready to bloom into life
Bursting at the seams
Filled with endless, brooding, possibility!
Can you feel it?
That deep stirring wave in your chest?
That is emotion
Coursing through your entire being!
"Is my screen faltering?" you may ask
But nae! It is your eyes
Welling with tears!
Whom is the subject? Why are the sitting in tragic darkness?
You can never know! But your heart...
Your heart aches
UitaUitaUita5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iubitule uita de mine caci plec, dar sa nu-mi dai drumu in veci
Desi iubesc pe altu nu vreau sa te las, nu sunt cuvinte reci
Chiar de el imi sopteste iubire nesfarsita la ureche, inca doare
Cuvintele astea ce le spun acum as vrea sa fie dulci si nu amare
Hai nu ma lasa te implor, stii ca peretii astia ma sugruma pana mor
Iti doresc fericire nu suspina dupa un "te iubesc" tu esti mai bun
Stiu dragul meu ca te-am distrus dar pretutindeni simt un dor
As vrea sa fii al meu desii il am pe el, as vrea, dar cum ?
Vreau sa ma iubesti pe mine nu pe alta iti vreau sarutul si cuvantul
Caci daca el imi otraveste buzele acum, nu-ti pot uita sarutul
Sunt confuza si ma pierd de mine dar "te iubesc"-ul tau imi face bine
Ma faci sa zambesc cand imi spui ca tot ce ai mai bun se afla in mine
Desii cuvintele imi sunt pacate acum, te rog nu te pierde in scrum
Te rog "Uita-ma" dar nu-mi da drumu stiu ca sufletul ti-e bun
Asa imi spune "ea" mereu dar simt ca sunt nebun .
Unabridged Nostalgia, mark iiUnabridged Nostalgia, mark ii4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had hair brown, skin as white as snow
Still filled with more than enough of a youthful glow
I was a young man, barely thirteen, in a time where children were ignored
A boy not concerned with time, reason, rhyme, or reward
Life seems opaque, after many glances
We come to take, more than chances
Life seems to be, less than easy
Time and time again, it's like running against the grain
I ran across the back cobblestone streets,
by the unpopular old little cafe we used to meet,
I've seen and saw you eying me,
I'd simply asked you if you'd want to hold hands, and our lives spiraled out of control
More than they'd ever been before, I'd met you
Continuing on is important
But the paths we end up taking
sometimes seem aberrant
From our predetermined advance
Life is certainly more than a concrete dance
You and I used to play on the river side,
Unbridled joy knowing, but not for how long, we were free to love
Love each other despite the standards, play away without the obstacles
Growing up can b
The Best is Yet to Comeif we grow oldThe Best is Yet to Come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there will be a sigh
an attention to the change
as your muscles slacken underneath
your faded, favorite shirt
the one that's threadbare, "holy"
in a sense less than divine
I'll have washed it for
the thousandth time
our eyes will crinkle, wrinkle
in ways that start to match
and we'll hold hands and ask:
when did the nerves and veins
begin to let our hands get cold?
-if we grow old
Hey Delilah - Stalker Remix -Hey There DelilahHey Delilah - Stalker Remix -6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's it like in New York City?
you've got a restraining order on me
It makes me feel quite shitty,
Yes it do...
No one can do that 'cept for you,
You know it's true.
Hey There Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance,
I have got a long-range camera
And it really makes the difference,
Close your eyes...
Turn on the lights now, look, SURPRISE...
I'm by your side!
*Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
I've got an STD
Hey There Delilah
I know times are gettin' hard,
I'll beat up all of your new boyfriends,
Smash their heads with this guitar...
We'll have it good...
I'll have you like I knew I would,
My aim is good...
Hey There Delilah
I've got so much left to say!
Why are you looking so damn frightened?
Why are you making haste away?
You'll make me cry...
You'd have me committing suicide,
That's on your life.
A thousand miles seem pretty far,
But I've got spies in planes and cars
I'd follow you i
No Morning AfterWell never have a morning after,No Morning After6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just rushed exits and scandalous sex
No waking to a morning moan
No laying beside watching your eyes flutter alive
I watched you come back from an emptiness
But did not come back from death
I remember curling up next to you
As you fall asleep, regretting that I need to leave
You walk me upstairs, eyes barely awake
Once you woke up,
From a minds vacation after sex
It was almost like the morning after
Only it had been 5 minutes
5 minutes I was afraid.
Well never have a morning after
Well never give a good morning kiss
Only a kiss goodbye,
A kiss of death.
my body's slave is my mind.it's barely summermy body's slave is my mind.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i've forgotten how to breathe;
i fall in love with strangers
before they even speak.
it's like i'm
within the pulsating crowd
like a fly trapped in a spider's web;
questions are spun
inferiority screams in my ear
& consumes all thoughts
until i can't hear
all the questions that are caught
between threads of my insecurities,
the fabric of my being -
tightening its grip
with everyone seeing
it's barely summer
but i can feel
each pump of my left ventricle
is an exertion against will,
& leaves me cripple
& frozen, still -
but feeling like i could run
before you could catch me.
i watch the moon
trade places with the sun,
racing against time,
but my day
has still not yet
hibernation.I have a problem:hibernation.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the doctor says I can't speak;
my heart is on mute
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bones10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
TrapIt is so much easier to leave;Trap4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than to love.
This is the law we live by.
Songs dripping out of the car radio,
That tonight, I can trust in.
Does knowing help anything?
Wind it all up and watch it go;
But don't panic.
Some Days might start out so slow,
Bewildered in life sweet tangles.
But I still love the way
We live inside out,
And none of it is our fault.
Chaos of Both Worlds 6Chaos of Both Worlds 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Back in the prison, Kaito requested one last phone call from the police as his last wish. The police accepted his request, unaware of his actual plan although his call is being monitored.
"Hello, how is everything going so far?" Kaito asked.
"We got everything ready for you. You have what we needed?" The other caller responded.
"It wasn't easy, but I finally got the last thing I wanted." Kaito took out a small vile of what appears to be blood inside of it, but still kept it hidden from the guards.
"The security is pretty strong here so don't do anything stupid."
"Everything is already in place so try not to worry your head off. We will be here in about a minute."
"Remember where I am."
"Roger." Both callers hang up with Kaito laying down on his bed doing nothing, but waiting as Shou does the same.
With the call monitored, there was quite a stir among the police and their superiors about how everything Kaito said was left ambiguous. The security commander told one of the officers to hea
IdentityDrunkenly stumbling, never fully awake.Identity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wash. Rinse. Repeating these old audiotapes.
You build corners out of souvenirs
To stand in after the rain. You
Would like to stay dry, but the roof is
I enjoy B-movies with enemies
While two-faced friends poison my bubbly.
Superstitions are instinct, and you wear
Crosses to keep the vampires away, only
Praying in secret when you fear Hell's
she lives down the streettheres a girl who lives down the street; she wears bowler hats and plays the drums.she lives down the street5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
my parents sometimes say shes a bit odd, but i think i can see these words something behind her eyes. i think she has meaning, you know?
the boys at school call her ugly. they call me babe, but i think the girl with the bowler hats is pretty in the same way that always remembering the words to your favourite song is pretty. i feel like shes got a purpose here, you know?
i might have longer legs, but shell probably have a longer life. i may be able to make gazes hang on my lips, but she can turn words into beautiful cryptic phrases like i can only ever dream of doing. shes going somewhere, you know?
the day i wore green contacts to school, girls squealed and told me i looked beautiful. i think though, that her plain blue eyes are prettier than mine will ever be. even with her clammy hands and unplucked eyebrows; shes still more than i will ever be, you know?
Love Letter To My AntagonistDearest,Love Letter To My Antagonist6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am trying to drown myself in words. I am trying to float away in ink. So far it is not working.
Are you going to hold it against me?
When I first wrote about her, my main character, the heart and soul of a heartless and soulless narrative, she was the complete opposite of me. Completely fiction. But as you and I grew farther and farther apart with that stupid changing, that metamorphosis of yours, she and I grew closer and closer together, so now I'm not quite sure.
Today you yelled at me again, hands rough and cold and hard as you threw me to the ground. Maybe I picked myself up and walked away like it didn't matter. But inside I dissolved into dark liquid. You probably didn't notice.
She did. She melted with me. She stood by me as I slowly lost myself, holding my hand, my pain hers. I think she's becoming a better friend than you are.
She hates you, you know.
The World in Five MinutesIt's just this thing I don't talk about and it's not like I can't live without youThe World in Five Minutes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I can, but
Saying I can stand and walk two steps without singing your name in my mind
Would be a lie,
And when you're gone I dance with you,
Fingers on paper leaving telltale prints and my feet leave the floor like they should.
So you think I can't feel, not like that, not something like love
But I disagree:
I love you every day, for five minutes at least before I remember to exhale;
I shout your name quietly because it burns my throat;
I've mapped the train of your thoughts when you smile and I've seen you
Trailing my destruction in your wake,
Your movements so graceful in your spike heels that get caught
In heaven's cloths or whatever it is you're stepping on.
Don't expect to hear me say this, you probably never will but I
Speak it every day with my mouth shut tight,
And I like to pretend that you know
Every day, when you're somewhere else, for five minutes
I tell you everythi
The Drivers DanceA quick glance in the rearview mirror confirms that it's still there, the silver car, gliding through the dark streets behind me. And with every looming roundabout, we ski forwards on smooth cool rubber, skimming the curves elegantly.The Drivers Dance5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the red lights, the golden streetlamp spills over the car easing to a halt behind me. The driver is illuminated, hinting at the frame of a man, an arm propped casually against the steering wheel.
When amber hits green, we both indicate, simultaneously choosing the left path, and swinging our metal hips that way.
Through urban straights and country twists, he follows, keeping a respectable distance, casually trailing my tracks in the rain. Our driving dance is intricate, mapping miles of uncovered ground, minutes and hours sailing by. I wonder if, like me, his destination is uncertain. If the beginning of his journey was like mine.
We travel like this for over an hour, equal speeds, equal minds. A two car camel train, perusing the deserts of a tarmac st
lost hearts.dear journal,lost hearts.5 years ago in General More Like This
i know i haven't written anything to you in a long while. it's been a hard week and an even worse year. i hope you don't mind. i know you won't. it's just... i feel cold all over. i stopped bleeding ink when i get hurt. can you find my heart? yesterday, i think she drowned in the river.
Dear boy with ice for blood,
Please don't hate me, but I couldn't save her.
It was a Sunday night and I was tired. We struggled near the pier. She was shaking and screaming, she told me it wasn't worth it, she told me you didn't love her anymore. Her hands tasted like fire and her eyes were glaciers, and I sizzled and fell to ash.
I couldn't hold her back. I'm sorry.
don't tell me that! i need to believe that i can wake up and she'll be here. it's all that keeps my blood thawed enough to breathe. i wish.... i don't know. i never know what i want. it's not fair. maybe someday these words will bring he
this is why we don't...she made lovethis is why we don't...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a best of
spilling not quite
but I've been
to be broke
for a long
an open throat
something like a
replace the pressure
with a spray