What It Means to be HomeAny baby bird understands the feeling, that irrepressible drive to leave the nest, and soar. Explore. And live.What It Means to be Home1 year ago in Settings More Like This
But even after flight - even after fledging, and separation - even after moving on beyond the family's plume, that ingrained instinct to locate the safest branch for overnight roosting draws each and every bird to the same tree after every sunset chorus.
This tree, or cave, or building's eave, becomes the home base and niched place that promises security, comfort, and above all - perhaps most precious of all, safety... and familiarity.
My room is my landing pad.
I can recognize its sounds - its smells - the comforting sights and soothing designs of meditative importance and fandomatic promise cluttering the walls and opening the mind, always leaving the mark of comfort on my heart.
If only for a moment.
A single step alone, just barely entering beyond my darkened threshold opens the senses with the eternal fragrances of incense and wood. Soon the scent of white pine will join
Poraz nije nov ukusSa staklom u grluPoraz nije nov ukus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I crvenom bojom u očima,
Posle iljaka pod leđima
I vlane pomrčine.
Leđa su okrenuta zidovima,
Dok hladna svetlost obasjava put.
Noge ostavljaju otiske.
Ponovo su duboki.
rescueI have developedrescue1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
this sense of mind
that I can ignore it
that I don't have to feel it
that I don't have to be captivated
by each word that echos in my mind
that if I nod my head enough
tell myself enough lies
that Ill believe
this is all okay.
that I am really okay
that I am not
waiting for the rescue.
I don't know what I am hoping for
I don't know what I excepted
but I believe it was so much more.
believe that I could be
so much more than one more
disappointed stare from you
whether you know it or not anymore.
can't you hear it
can't you hear me
breaking down behind the
silence of these walls,
the quiet of the miles,
the ignorance of the minds
that choose to ignore
what I am going through
Do you just choose to be blind
to all those pills
all the evenings I spent
lying in bed
simply trying to talk
myself out of the tears,
trying to explain to myself
that I didn't mess up today
that I didn't
that I wasn't
that I am NOt
a waste of air
that I am more
on a few select meni said to one, 'do not make me promises. they are uglyon a few select men1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and rarely kept.'
and he said to me, 'i promise, i promise, i promise.'
i was disgusted and soon left.
another said to me, 'there is just something about you.'
and i said to him, 'you are making this hard for me. i am a
i didn't get caught in the venus fly trap.
and still another said, 'i'm going to do right by you. i am going
to give you everything you want.'
and i kissed him hard.
the lips that fit.
(MMIII.)it's like those(MMIII.)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
& hollow bones
from being robbed
of something beautiful:
no beasts lie among us,
only peasants of fire-red
& all the princes
-if only you could tell.
so when the sparks
& fingertips fumble
to grasp more than
i'll be alone
on an isle
with saccharine songs
& bottles of verse,
waiting for hoan
to come home.
autopsy report for somebody I (once) knew"No signs of fighting."autopsy report for somebody I (once) knew1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
- He went out like a fading fire
Embers in the night
No sparks left in the deepening dark
No signs of struggle
He fell down like a waterfall
Rained down on the ground
no bruises forming in his
no cracked ribs no nothing
(he should have fought)
He left swiftly like a river
Rapids in spring time
Gone before I trode those waters
Goosebumps on my skin
Skin still wet and eyes like glass,
With grace he fell asleep
And went down the hills, into the sea
Gently into eternity
All the bonfires died down
Air was cold and mist crawled over fields
In watchtowers stood sleepless guards
These muted screams I took with me
as we left:
I held you across my chest, I wore you like a crown
no signs of struggle, he left without resistance
too tired to put up a fight
he loved us
but death loved him more
And that hurt me the most.
crash and burna wise man once told mecrash and burn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that all good things come to an end
(i'd rather he left it unsaid).
still, subtle hints are often overlooked
(oh, the irony of a rose).
we wish upon dying stars
& forget broken promises
& wait for a rocket that
we know will never come
(hope was never something we did have).
extravagant excuses have always been your strong suit;
forgiveness has been mine
(so it goes).
i remember when it was good
(if it never was, would it still be?)
cobwebsher long hair was tenderly flowing around her shoulders. it was a marvellous sight; and as if to encourage it, he let her sink a bit deeper into the water, just to see what would happen.cobwebs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it was quite a while since he had been this close to her. he had neglected her once he lost interest, because no one can keep showing love if the only response is constant denial, right? he thought he should give her some time alone. but maybe, if he had visited her more down there in her cell, if he kept visiting her even after her eyes started showing only fear as soon as he approached her, maybe, over time, she would have stopped fearing and started loving him. but he had never been this patient. and so she suffered, not only mental, but also physical pain. at first he didn't notice, but time made sure she could not hide it.
just before he was able to do anything about it, she tried to escape. but there was no route leading from his cave, no secret tunnel. only rough, high cliffs on ei
Interview With a Thief Night had fallen in the Kingdom of Enverness. A cool ocean breeze chased the heat of the day from the white cobbled city streets bringing much needed relief. It was eerily quiet; the only sounds were the lapping of the sea against the docks and the occasional echo of voices carried across the water from boats sitting in the gloomy dark of the harbor. Ollie stood in front of the Iron Horse Tavern. The darkness was broken only by the faint glow seeping out of the Tavern's windows. The large stone building sat like a hulking beast in the night. The carved stone faces of gargoyles and dragons peered at him from the top of the building. With a shaky breath, Ollie gathered his courage and pushed open the heavy wooden door.Interview With a Thief4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stood in the doorway for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light inside. The Tavern was crowded, th
the worst feelings in the world5. disappointment: whether you're letting down yourself, or others. you're letting them down hard. they aren't landing on their feet. you can eat yourself for years and you'll still know, all you do is disappoint everyone. your friends, your family, yourself. it's no wonder why your first long walk was across a short dock.the worst feelings in the world8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
4. helplessness: who's going to save you when you can't even save yourself? you've been drowning for years and the water is rising above your mouth now. how are you going to call for help? you're the boy who cried wolf, an urban legend in your own right. parents will use you as an example for their children. you're crying out and look at you, there's no visible damage. you look the same as you always have. unfortunately people don't see the fucking bomb that just went off in your head. you're still ticking.
3. worthlessness: say it. go on and say it. you don't mean shit. you don't mean a goddamn thing to anyone. everyone knows it. you're able to convince yourself oth
the end.a metaphor is all we ever were,the end.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
annotations & grease stains &
dog ears, spelling gospels in reverse
so we always had something to
look back on.
Wake-up callwhen you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,Wake-up call8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.
darki slept with ten pillows last night,dark11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the time
one had disappeared to
coast, each one
taking a part of
me with it,
i'm so stretched out i don't
know if i'll ever pull myself
my eyes have seen twenty
one calenders, my bones are
trees that have nineteen rings,
i only wish i could still
feel my heart sink into
my stomach, instead of
watching it sink into
the world is a dark place.
winter comes every yearcold,winter comes every year1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
it's so cold,
it's so cold,
i can remember back in august when
we'd almost forgotten the
sting of the chicago
winter winds whipping the white off
our faces, rosy cheeks and matching
gloves, we'd almost
forgotten the cold that drew us
it's cold again,
it's so cold,
and you're still so far
i can write all the sad songs
in the world, my bones will
i can write all the sad songs
in the world, we'll still have
novels of "what if's"
i could write all the sad songs
and it still wouldn't be enough to
keep the state lines from
pulling us apart in
but in the end it's only roads and bridges
that keep us apart, only inches and feet.
i could write all the sad songs
in the world but i've got miles
to go and too many promises to
keep, my hands are too busy to
grasp my pen, i'm coming home.
yo howe are on a ship of fools,yo ho1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bent toward self-destruction
(backs breaking, knees
trembling), carrying the world
on our shoulders like shrieking toddlers
(pudgy little hands
covering our faces,
smiles are all the rage)
we are sailing in a black,
black sea riddled with impossible creatures
things with mouths clamped
shut with age, grotesque eyes wild
with mania, webbed fingers, feet
scarred like a pirate's right hook.
i am the captain and
i am tossed overboard,
the captain is overboard,
all lost souls get left behind.
infinity is a really long time
(especially towards the end)
summer on the highwayYou aresummer on the highway1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
an open road
stretching, limitless, wind in your hair
glint of sunlight off the dashboard and
steady rumble of wheels on asphalt
the radio singing in summer air
the metal heat of car door handles
the smell of gasoline
the world reeling by the window, stand-still and swift
and the quiet of an engine running beneath a night sky
the rustling of maps
the ease of drawn-out, strung-together conversations
hodge-podge and successive, like passing terrain
sunlight too-hot on skin
the air-conditioner whirring
the slow ticking of a meter
and "Welcome to [ ]!"
heat-lines in the distance
and white clouds in a clear blue sky
the steady guide of headlights and the moon
and the sweet, whispered call of summer on the highway
idiosyncrasyi.idiosyncrasy2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
life means moving on, graduating, marrying someone who i am able to tolerate for long periods of time, maybe even kids. it means the ability to stay organized and sane, and it means dealing with pain so that others won't be able to see it, particularly the children. it means the norm, buying a house in the suburbs with a little picket fence and a green lawn for my son to cut every sunday. life means lying in a lot of ways, but since when was life fair?
the hospital nurse smiles and gives me a lollipop, for which i thank her. hospitals are supposed to be scary. they're supposed to give young children nightmares and make me fear needles, but instead it looks like an episode of grey's anatomy. the sterilized counters and floors that smell slightly of bleach are comforting in a twisted way, and for some reason i like it. at night, the halls pulse with electricity.
i sit alone in the middle of the café and listen to people's conversations, because i'm nosy. it doesn't
unwritten historyperchanceunwritten history2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that offer salvation
in the face of abstract judgements.
the parchment appendices & leather-bound volumes
conjure little more than confusion about codes & devices,
things like diction
& syntax & metonymy & synecdoche
& assonance & cacophony
but it's the history of scrapped drafts
& crumpled pieces of paper & crossed-out words & phrases
& grammatical errors & red-ink editing & typos;
(read the fine print)
Richter Scales -c-I'm so tired of waking withoutRichter Scales -c-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knowing the difference between water
and silenced, fugitive blood
collecting clandestinely between
dog eared heartbeats echoing rememberance
in the coiled ideas under your eyelashes.
We were blistering desert sunburn
reveling in the chilly chaos that
exposed our colorless photograph hearts.
We were silhouettes against hand crafted frames;
spiders weaving silk-spun secrets in between quicksand breaths.
I've been spiraling in the whirlpool of your coffee
watching my thoughts seperate (lighten) as you induce me
and I'm gurgling the pleads for more
reassurances since the bug light buzzing in my head won't
stop electrocuting any thoughts of me without you.
Somehow I'm unraveling my skin,
fatal promises of your whiplash-worthy lips beneath
my hungry lungs, thirsting for the sighs
of the sun burning all the spider-weaved lies they've perched atop our comforter eyes.
So with an illumination from your right sided smile
I kiss the gap that is the milky way between
sinkaren't we all afraid of thesink1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
truth hidden in space?
introspected eyes look opaque
with despair- only in edened woods
can we afford to breathe,
content & clandestine:
ah, how helios suns on her
cobblestone face, casting bronze cheeks
pearled with eyes of ivory,
luminescing feathered arms of felt
& a promise of bosomed aegis;
she smiled significance,
an essence of ethereality,
& spoke of cirrus;
then the terns took back their wings
& the sun shone elsewhere-
there was nothing left to see but the stars.
to whom will we look?
(there are no gods, only men.)