Woes of the World.Woes of the World.Woes of the World.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
These are the people of the world today.
These are the unaltered images currently on display.
Underneath all the glamour, glimmer and glitz.
Take away the fictitious and deliberate array.
Uncover the cosmetic and carefully applied mist.
Look out the window and this is what you will be left with.
Hoodlums blaring out music from their phones on the back of the bus.
Undercover police scouting out the local estates for their next drug bust.
Doting high school pupils hoping to attain their A level requirements.
Post and undergraduate university students engrossed by assignments.
Fathers suited and booted leaving their rooted families for another bird’s blue tits.
While the mums provide dinners for their bread winners slaving at home clueless.
Young naive girls getting pregnant and subjecting their children to negligence.
The fathers who can’t be trusted, get busted are now serving a long term sentence.
Graduated students with degrees faced with the prospect of
Mildew.i.Mildew.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thought I'd ask your brother,
why you don't want to see me,
"it's just that my pockets
are warmer than your hands"
and I cannot keep myself
I do not have my own
feelings, they belong to
told you, I wouldn't tell
about the other night
in the car;
too late, the highway
saw us, as
silhouettes of sex
will I ever
to read you?
Dead Girl's PoemI'm just a silent corpseDead Girl's Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a world of dirt, worms and
And hold my breath I sure
No matter how sick I'll
The world will still say that suffering is
Even when there'll be nobody left to lie
And the only philosopher left will be
I hope that at least you find the Happily Ever
If I had a beating heart I'd even say I love
Although when you look at me it's a rotting nothing you
It'd be nice if anyone heard
But then I'd have to become alive and
Which is something too reckless for a mad poet to do
Southern Hospitality"No mom, I'm fine, really." I insisted, balancing the phone between my cheek and my shoulder as I lifted another cardboard box.Southern Hospitality4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nicole, I'm feeling very uneasy about this. I mean, a young girl, alone in a big house out in the country. Why couldn't Dexter be there tonight?"
I sighed, setting the box on the floor by my feet. "He's got one more meeting tomorrow morning, and then he's on the first flight to Georgia. I'm okay for one night, I promise. All I have to do is get my last two boxes in from the car, and I'm in for the night. Okay?"
"Well, okay. But just promise me to lock all the doors, and all the windows. It's a big house. I'd feel better if I knew you were completely safe."
I nodded, immediately feeling stupid when I realized she couldn't see me.
It was a pretty big house.
Dexter had insisted that when we were finally married, we would live in a big house in the country. This was all fine and dandy, minus the fact he was gone four out of seven days on
Two bodies under a cold sheet.Two bodies under a cold sheet.Two bodies under a cold sheet.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The other one asleep.
Hunted Chapter 1Benjamin Whest poked his head into yet another dusty room. "It's empty Dean!" He asked hopefully, "Can we leave now ?"Hunted Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ben eyed the stonewalls that held this pile of rubble into a massive heap that reminded him of the wigwams they had made in art class out of paper clippings and clay. He scanned the walls around him and noticed that even the walls were scared and broken from years of abuse, graffiti and agony.
His older brother stopped analyzing a particular piece of writing just long enough to shoot his brother a stern look. "What's wrong with you? " He grinned mischievously, flickering his flashlight. "Is Benji afraid he'll see a ghost?" Dean broke into laughter at the momentary flash of shock that whipped across his brother's face.
Ben glared and wrestled the flashlight from his brother's hands. "Ghosts don't exist Dean."
"Course they don't."
A Kiss is a Way of SayingA kiss on the cheek,A Kiss is a Way of Saying5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is a way of saying hello,
A kiss on the forehead,
Is a way of saying goodbye.
No matter when it is you kiss me,
I always want it to last a bit longer,
I love the way my heart races,
Whenever you give me even a quick peck.
A kiss on the hand,
Is a way of saying I'm staying,
A kiss on the lips,
Is a way of saying I'm going away.
No matter where it is you kiss me,
I always want you to do it again,
I love the way I can feel my heartbeat,
Wherever your lips touch my body.
A kiss on the nose,
Is a way of saying I'm playing,
A kiss on the jaw,
Is a way of saying I'm serious.
No matter how it is you kiss me,
I always want it to be a bit more so,
I love the way my heart skips a beat,
However you choose to kiss me.
A kiss on the neck,
Is a way of saying I want you,
A kiss on the shoulder,
Is a way of saying I need you.
No matter how many times you kiss me,
I always want just one more,
I love the way my heart reacts,
To any kind of kiss from you.
Any kiss at all,
The Aura Movement, IntroductionThe Aura MovementThe Aura Movement, Introduction2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Imagine a world, where our true colors are shown. There is no such thing as lying about your past or forgetting about the future. You cannot escape the truth, and everyone knows it. Your grandparents have known for years, your children will learn as time goes on, and their children, and so on. The Color Law was passed on September 25th, 2035. It is literally the movement of your life colors from the inside of your brain to the outside, visible for all. It allows individuals to see a person’s true personality and way of life, without having to personally know them. The State of New York passed this law to ensure that all lying and cheating would be totally abolished. Since the law was passed, all forms of crime disappeared; If you know a person’s Aura, you know the person like a book.
But not all the details of this law have been released to the general public. Nobody knew why the law was unexpectedly passed, and where the Auras came from. They
39. Out of TimeI'm... suffering...39. Out of Time2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
P-Please, oh god.... C-Can't breathe....
...Kill me. Kill me now...
The loathsome mask slid away.
I was alive.
That first breath. Dear god, that first breath. It was so wonderful and horrible and simple at the same time. I hacked, I choked, I felt so very unlucky.
I wanted to die. Do not give me precious life!
I heard Master calling my name. It felt distant and unreachable, as if the sound was coming from the depths of a deep, dark hole. I felt so detached from this entire affair. This was frightening, this was wrong. He'd always been this way. He never listened to me... Was I so wrong that he had to tune me out? Why did he always have to play god!
I tried out my new eyes. The lids felt heavy and deprived of rest.
Alas, they... still could not see. I did not care... I did not want to live, no matter what grand plans Master had in store for me.
"No I'm not..." I whispered. My voice sounded so inhuman. We
It Isn't Wrong...I used your words to form an apologyIt Isn't Wrong...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I didn’t know another way
To make you acknowledge me
But I’m still here, you know
As much as I was a year ago
I’m going in blind and taking shots in the dark
But I’m pulling every word from the bottom of my heart
I’ve had a lot of time to see things straight
You’re someone that I love, that I could never hate
That’s why every time I tried forgetting about you
I couldn’t force myself to do what I had to do
Now I can see your pain, I’m sorry I put you through it
If there was one thing I could change
You know that I would undo it
I don’t want to live, I don’t want to breathe
The reason we’re like this is all because of me
I don’t want you to be yet another closing door
You think I could care less, darling, I couldn’t care more
Take away from this all the evidence you need
I miss you just as much as you say you miss me
I want this forced silence to come to
Victims of BeautyVictims of BeautyVictims of Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Make me pretty make me thin
Stretch my face and tear the skin
Dab that blush just a tad brown
Paint a smile conceal the frown
Place black eyes on my drooping face
Cover my ugliness with bastard grace
Drown with Botox this mug of mine
That to them I may look tragically divine
Make my bosom bigger than before
Stuff it with silicone; give me more!
Don’t give a damn if my back will break;
I’ll still look gorgeous no matter how fake!
Suck the horror out of my belly
Do what you can, I don’t want that jelly
Be quick about it, suck me dry
Don’t listen to my body no matter how it cries
Ahh, the price it takes to mirror beauty
These cuts and bruises just to make me pretty
Oh, what do you know ugliness returns!
Oh well, Doctor! Give me another fat burn.
This Is The Last Thing I'll Write About You I SweaI remember the first yearThis Is The Last Thing I'll Write About You I Swea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I moved away from home
You sent me a mix CD
of all our childhood songs
And I listened to it with
my new found friends
One song stood out
Became our anthem
After a night of watching stars fall
from the sky
Now they are my family
And that song is theirs.
The Last Timelord's PrayerAh, my best friends,The Last Timelord's Prayer2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's the world that your life now gets?
Through the time and the space I'm across
I can't hear you, though they call me boss.
Ah, ones who left
Track or action or even theft,
Though they think I forgot it all
Greenest leaves of your lifes never fall.
Girl who knew my "tool",
Teachers from her school...
From the past and present, from hot and cool
Planets and all times - they came with me,
Paying their friendship as their best fee.
Teenage alert Scot,
One from spacewheel dot,
Everyone entangled in dizzy plot,
Then the ones who left me at will. They were
Scientist and youngster - I still miss her...
Ah, my best friends,
There was one of you whose life bends
After I had to come away for call -
She was waiting for half her life in all.
Ah, that's my curse -
I think that "it's forever". That's false...
But I still keep the memories safe,
Though they say they will be in my grave.
Aliens and those
Who obeyed the laws,
They were not afraid of eternity's jaws,
Coffee.there are sepia filmsCoffee.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of soldiers, married
and women in
I am the woman
(I should be hung)
Fear Is The Heart of Love"You should skip this mission," Dean said as he stepped through the beads leading into Cas's room. He was surprised he didn't walk into the middle of an orgy, but that's not to say he wasn't relieved he didn't.Fear Is The Heart of Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cas looked up at him from his bed with his little half smile, but Dean could see he wasn't stoned, for once. His blue eyes were more clear than he'd seen them since this whole damn apocalypse had started.
"We both know I'm going to go with you, Dean," Cas said with the all-too familiar tilt of the head.
"Goddamit Cas!" Dean said, turning and slamming his fist into the thin wall in a rare exhibit of anger. "Just fucking stay here!"
Cas blinked owlishly at him, unaffected by Dean after seeing every possible emotion on the hunter's face. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were the other Dean," he remarked dryly.
Dean scowled at him. "I couldn't be him, I'm not that weak."
"You are. You just hide it behin
My Innovative NightmareIt was the most fluid experience I have ever been through.My Innovative Nightmare6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
There were bustling sounds that night; I woke up immediately in the darkness of my room. There were sounds coming from my pen pouch; the one I use to draw my heart out with. It didnt take me long to realize that the sounds were real and were indeed coming from my pouch on the desk. Okay, what the heck? Is there a bug in the or something? One way to find out. I picked it up and unzipped it, looking down into the small pouch but there were no pens or pencils. Nada. Why I came in closer, Ill never know. There was hollow darkness in that small thing! I brought my face closer to it then closer then closer then
I fell through the pouch as if it was a long tunnel leading to the center of the earth.
I fell and fell and fell, looking up to see the opening of the pouch zip closed. Then I heard a bunch
acridi.acrid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dead bird rots,
stomach heat-split and picked on,
feathers stuck to the concrete
when he peels it up.
he pours kerosene,
holding one shaking match litó
fat melts, entrails crisp,
marrow dries and bones crack,
ashes rise against the wind,
falling on gray buildings.
in his midmorning dream,
the phoenix soars.
Love and Eighth-Grade ScienceMy loveLove and Eighth-Grade Science2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like white light,
Comprised of the entire color spectrum,
But for now it has been diffused into its original components
By the prism you have set forth.
The colors are brilliant but aimless,
Mere echoes between empty walls.
Is like potential energy, waiting
To be converted to kinetic energy,
At top speed and with incredible momentum.
But first, you have to push.
Unclassified.Unclassified.Unclassified.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am not British nor am I English,
I am a member of the planet earth.
My skin is black making it hard to distinguish
That I do not belong to any specific turf.
Although my passport may say otherwise
And there may be boxes I am forced to tick.
My Continental ties are instrumental in their eyes.
Just like you, I am vulnerable to stones and sticks.
My hair may be curly and my nose may be wide
But my extremities are bound to any communal cemetery.
If you would be willing to compare a picture of our insides.
You will see that our differences are purely elementary.
Yet you are conditioned to see me as incompatible
And this misplaced backhand is something I can understand.
Even though your judgments are far from factual.
Despite our fathers demands, I will still openly shake your hand.
I may wear trainers and you may wear shoes.
You might like rock music and I might prefer rap and reggae.
My team may win today and your team may lose.
But we both will eat, sleep and
HealingFor the first time since before Elizaveta left Roderich, Gilbert kicked the door to the Austrian's house open, once again invading his privacy.Healing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elizaveta left Gilbert a short time ago, within the week, and though it had seemed that their relationship died a long time ago anyway, he still had a bit of frustration he felt like taking out on Roderich. He hadn't seen the Austrian in a very long time; months, or possibly years, he wasn't sure. Either way, it was about time to pay him a visit.
The sound of the piano drifted into the hallways, a very melancholy tune. That should have told Gilbert something was wrong right away, but he never payed attention to the music anyway. It only irritated him. Especially when he was feeling down himself.
Gilbert didn't notice the obvious change in the other man until he put his hands on Roderich's shoulders, startling him enough so that he turned around, stopping the music entirely, staring up into his eyes, confused.
"Eh... Rod...?" asked Gilbert.