CannibalHelp me please,Cannibal8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am down on blood red knees,
I must claw,
I must bite,
I fell like I have to fight.
Spill their blood,
Drink it all,
Tear out their hearts and crush their skulls.
Crying red tinted tears,
Saying sorry all the way.
I have to devour them,
Bones, skin, flesh and all.
When stomachs near popping,
I puke them up and start again.
I have swords,
I have no guns,
Only my teeth and bloodied hands.
I keep killing them,
Cant stop murdering them,
Every woman, man, and child.
Tearing through her,
Ripping through him,
I have gone beyond wild.
I dont want this,
I cant stand this,
But still the massacre goes on.
I am crying,
They are sobbing,
But still this madness is not stopping.
Their blood sticking to me,
Drenching me in human life.
Must keep killing, slashing bashing,
Ripping tearing, goring, gouging,
Smashing hacking, clawing, biting .
I keep eating them,
Cant stop eating them.
Burning hunger deep inside me,
I just cannot satisfy it.
the cannibaleyes bright for wildflowersthe cannibal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I swear they leaned toward her as she passed
with her boyish gait, a confident stride
she caught me with the absence of her smile
and she thought I was a wildfire
set to burn her worries away
but I was tame
tame tame tame
and she was burning up
she laughed when she realized my still temperament
bewildering the sound, a pretty Sunday laugh
light of heart, balancing honesty's edge
hiding between this duality of personality
her fabricated safe haven
but in the night she asked me to keep her
and for a long time I held her soft body, full of insecurity
to mine securely but her anxiety was an earthquake
I could feel inside her, I could feel the tectonic
plates shifting in her mind and once she'd chiseled her nails
to bare skin she moved on to mine
she held my hands like a wounded bird in hers and she
whispered to them "when you fly, I will too"
yet all the while she kept clipping their wings
with her ner
Dear CannibalYou start to feel insaneDear Cannibal7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you eat people plain
There's never any shame
When you manage to escape blame
The taste of human never bores
When you drink it down with a Coors
Your life becomes a personal thriller
When you realize you're one hungry killer
The First CutThe First Cut9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lie with me please,
in quiet unity.
For I would like to count
the freckles on your forehead,
trace the curve of your jaw
and the bow of your lips.
I want you to be the boy
to push me off this precipice,
to hurt me,
for all those who will follow.
You'd be the most beautiful scar.
IsolationPaint a lovely picture of worthlessnessIsolation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write a story of life
Inside walls of lonley isolation
Pre-occupy the mind
So as not to crave
Gaze at the Reflection of pale skin
Untouched by the warm Sun
For so long
And at the Fatigued empty eyes
A living dead...
permanence.Permanence,permanence.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or the reason I haven't stopped loving you yet.
Because I've never wanted to. Because
dementia runs in the family,
and I will forget everything, even
the sound of my own voice. My children
and their children, warm or disinterested
strangers who speak too loudly and
point to photographs of people
I may have lived with or seen
in a movie once. They'll call me mother,
or Stephanie, say other names
I won't recognise, and none of it
will mean a thing. But if I love you,
if for sixty years I love you,
then I will remember that.
call me nameless, call me...if I could save one thing from the wreckage - a name.call me nameless, call me...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your mother's middle name, my sister's, the
mailman's. my name was the only casualty in the city
that night - you pulled me from the tailspin and
I walked away anonymous. call me Maria, call me
Alcatraz, call me your lost lover's name in the middle
of the emptiness, but give me a name, any name,
to call myself back from the ledge.
because my heart is a suicide jumper on the bridge,
but I just don't want to die anymore.
falling away.---falling away.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tonight you are building a man out
of blankets and pressing your face where
his neck would be. you close
your eyes and pretend your pulse
is his and bite your lip and try
so hard not to cry.
tonight you are looking for a man
who sees the shadows in the way
you hold your wrists. he could.
he could, so you know it's possible.
tonight you are not beautiful but you
are so broken.
tonight you slam your fists against the
wall and wonder what it is about you
that is so easy to walk away from.
what it is about you that is
so easy to leave behind.
tonight the man with a pillow face
is softer than the body you used to climb
but it's all you have.
you'll take it. it's better than being alone.
tonight you press yourself
closer to a memory until you can
feel it digging into your skin.
it hurts, you think,
but it's something real.
pitifulI tell myself to say somethingpitiful6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I open my mouth
But no words ever come
And slowley I'll watch them fade away
And I'll be alone again
Don't leave me
Don't reject me
Because I am AFRAID!
Please be my angel
Who will stay with me
I will eventually speak
I just need time
Pairs City Of LoveMaximumRideAfter it was all over but the shouting, my only desir was to streak towards home. But of corse I was outvoted, three to one. Even when I claimed that each of their votes counted for only half a vote, they still outvoted me.Pairs City Of LoveMaximumRide7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Within hours we were at THEIR chosen destination.
"let me see the screen," Angle asked, leaning closer.
Yes, we were at a cyber cafe in France. Why France? The food!The cute shoes! Thefact Total could go into restauants and grocery stores!
"Now i cant see" Total complained. He leaped forward on his paws on the table.
"Coffee!" said Nudge happily, slurping from her mug." Looove it!"
"Please tell me thats decafe," I said.
The screen dinged, and there was Fang's face. And Gazzy. And Iggy, all crowding around their computer back in the States.
Fang! It felt like years since I'd seen him, talked to him. In the past three days, every memory I'd ever had of him had played through my brain. In the dungeon, it was thinking about him that kept megoing. Then gettin
Proof I'm No PoetI don't bleed verse like a poet in a cafe,Proof I'm No Poet9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
replacing life with black coffee
and an endless parade of cigarettes-
rather I contemplate life's simplicities
from the comfort of a recliner
that knows the contours of my ass
(like a lover knows the freckles
on his new fiances young face.)
Aren't animal crackers really more like cookies?
Why must they masquerade as wholesome alternatives
to rectangular bliss, and why must TV recycle
the same Shakespearean plot, but with a twist:
tragedy with a happy ending-
only in America.
and the mornings that come...nights like these I wish I had it in me to be strongerand the mornings that come...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than the feeling that wells up inside of you
when you consider the truth of the following statement:
he's never going to sleep on his side of the bed again.
so you might as well stop leaving it empty as if
you're waiting for him.
if he wanted to be there, he'd be there.
L'appel du vide.there is no word for this in any language,L'appel du vide.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there should be:
the opposite of shipwrecked.
the moment amidst the waves when you know, finally,
that you have lost the shore. that is--
the resolute heart. the weight in your stomach
with the first and last heave of hull against sand
before you're drifting.
the compulsion to drown all
of your horizons, to lose yourself
somewhere that no one will ever find you.
the giving in. the stark moment of honesty
between you and water and sky and water and sky and
the god, maybe, that you were never sure of before now.
the need that drove you to lose every shoreline
Unused Lines From Love PoemsYou are as rare and beautiful as a 3 chambered peanut.Unused Lines From Love Poems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're like a dandelion growing in a gravel driveway
beautiful, I swear!
You are like punch at a high school dance (I want to spike you!)
You're like a skunk but I proudly go out wearing your scent.
You are the wind while I am at sea on a steam powered boat.
You are sunlight and I am wearing SPF 50.
You are the lifesaver under the one at the top of an open
roll that has been dwelling in a linty pocket.
You're like a remote control with the only 2 buttons I need
(channel and volume.)
You're like a troll guarding the bridge to my heart.
You are the brain freeze after gulping a cherry Icee.
You're like a hurricane tearing away the foundation
of my house.
Your love is silent but deadly, like a ninja,
not a fart.
You're England and I am the Norman invasion, baby.
You are a hot and humid day making my back
stick to the leather couch.
You're a Shakespearean sonnet written to appease
a grumpy old English professor.
You are a pirate sailing
Touch her lovingly, ruthlesslyIt scares me that I scares you.Touch her lovingly, ruthlessly4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could say something poetic. I could say, don't worry
for the day you'll break my heart, my body
pulling itself inwards to stay warm, my chest
rehearsing concave hollows. You make it so hard
to be lonely that I have
to practice when you're not around, my fingers
tracing the indents of my joints, pushing into
their weakness. If you ever want
to dismantle a woman, start here.
If you ever want to dismantle a woman,
say she's your biggest fear. Let her fall in love with you. Then pull her apart,
gently. The hard part is done. Her pieces
are yours for the taking.
Catharsis.Merciless is this thought of lossCatharsis.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dark this dream of empty things
And a bruise where it hurts
And your eyes brighter than is natural
And your lips no longer sweet
For you are a friend and not a lover….
A Dream of blackness
And if I stood up
And I walked out
And I abandoned you
The way you abandoned me,
Would you waste away to nothing?
The jagged line that you have drawn
Can't separate me from you the way I wish it would,
In such a way
That I might be able to wake up alone
And suddenly be someone different
I would dye my hair and buy a dress
And kiss a woman and never love a man
Because men are uneducated
In the ways of what it is to weep
And what it means to be blackened
By the unseen bruises of self-loathing
Shall I take a hold of what is mine
And burn what is not
And leave you to your own devices
They way you did to me?
What does revenge taste like?
Sweet as wine?
Or bitter as tears?
analyzeand all the girls today:analyze5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with their bird bones
their waifish bird bones
their broken bird bones
their crossed t's and dotted i's
their secrets and their lies;
they're glowing like fireflies and I'll never be rid
of their batting jewel-dust eyes -
their eyes as wide as the skies,
their eyes slicing me slant-wise.
ProbabilityProbability9 years ago in General More Like This
The professor held out his hand, in which rested a single silver coin.
"Now," he said, "If I flip this coin one thousand times—flip, flip, flip—and every time I come up tails, what do the rules of probability say my chances of getting heads will be on the next flip?"
A girl raised her hand.
"Very good!" the professor said, bouncing the coin in his palm. "Who's to say that the next attempt won't come up heads; or the next thousand, for that matter?"
A boy raised his hand.
"But what if probability can't factor in? What if there's actually something wrong with the coin that makes it keep ending up that way?"
"Ah," the professor said, closing his palm. "You never question the coin. Math can't fix the coin."
HabitsI've been picking up bad habits. They're everywhere.Habits9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I find them on the ground sometimes. I think people drop habits a lot, because I check the same places plenty of times, and there's always something new. At the laundromat alone, I've picked up smoking, nail-biting, and staring, all in the course of a single week. That's not to say it isn't worth trying new spots now and then, though. Once, by the side of the road, I found nose-picking out of sheer dumb luck.
The subway is another hot spot. You got to be willing to sort through them, though. It's easy to find fidgeting or breathing with your mouth open; that's common stuff. If you want a collection like I've got, you've got to sift through things until you find a real gem like scratching or knuckle-cracking.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all these things. I don't think I can sell them for much, and the rare ones aren't in any g
Go Up in LightsCome, turn with meGo Up in Lights9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the lights are low.
I'll show you how badly I dance,
you can show me the snow.
We'll fall in the whiteness
dusted lightly with the last leaves
and the night's crystal glittering,
the lights on the eaves.
Our breath can frost
the bright-cold air.
And we can gaze upward,
just laying there.
Come, turn with me,
across these cold nights
when the last of fall's colours
go up in the lights.
we shed old skins and...today is the day I called my mailman and told himwe shed old skins and...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I am alive. today is the day that dares me to be
thrilled, dares my fingertips to be intoxicated,
dares my toes to be ablaze with love, my lungs
to ache, my body so full of life that there
is no more room for air.
I have been in love with so many things and today
I will have them all. lawyers and world politicians agree;
tribesmen in Africa; the eskimos, who never meant
to teach us how to kiss. if this is not
the place, then where, if all we have is now.
this is how the day begins. we grow spots
and chase life down like a wildcat. we lap it up
with heavy tongues. we sharpen
our claws on the edge of the world and
Theoretically Speaking...Darkness and silence engulfed me as I lay still under the blankets of my bed, deep in thought. Almost subconsciously comparing Fang with Sam, as Id kissed them both. Somehow, I couldnt see myself with either, but maybe thats because I was refusing my own feelings for Fang. Maybe I had been all along; that would explain me suddenly kissing him on the beach.Theoretically Speaking...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But I didnt want anything to happen between us. What if it didnt work out? We couldnt split the group up for our own personal reasons. Itd be unfair to Angel, Gazzy, Iggy, Nudge and even Total.
Suddenly, I was on alert, wide awake, snapping out of my thoughts. Footsteps. Outside my room. I checked the clock. It was nearly 1:00 in the morning. Fang had left some time ago. The kids should all be asleep, and so should Anne. Shed never come check on me before.
My door creaked open, and there he was, standing in my doorway as if I had called him.
Fang? I whispered. Or thought I d
AbortionTheres something inside of me,Abortion6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its growing too fast.
A parasite feeding off of me,
Its taking over my life.
I made the mistake,
The consequences are too much.
Theres a choice and its my only way out,
Termination, not murder,
Theyre not the same thing.
I dont think too hard,
Its not alive yet so why be sad for it?
Im not ready to deal with a child,
So Im not going to.
How could a mother think that of her own baby?
How could a mother choose death over life?
How can a child be tossed aside like its nothing?
How could mother make the decision to kill the thing she gave life?
Abortion is murder,
Theres no way around it.
Trick yourself into justifying it all you want,
Its still a life youre choosing to end.
Believe in choices but not choices that go to far,
Not choices that hurt others.
You say the circumstances arent good and adoptions so bad,
But it is it worse than ending a life before it begin