One From TwoI'm waiting for you to arrive;One From Two9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My passion is starting to revive.
Hypnotized by our front door,
I don't think that I can wait anymore.
Anxiousness is breaking in,
And my patience is wearing a gypsy's grin.
When are you gonna be home?
I am restless here when I'm all alone.
So, the moment you're through that door,
I'm gonna pounce and tackle you to the floor,
And kiss your angel face,
So you know you're home in the perfect place.
And later, somewhere in the hall,
I'm gonna randomly grind you against the wall,
And wrap myself up in you;
Pressing close enough to make one from two.
My heart is beating way too fast.
There's not enough oxygen for me to last.
My sense is seeking just your sound;
I wonder if you can hear my pining heart pound.
Are you coming through that door?
Or are you gonna make me sit here and wait some more?
The air's surrounded by your cologne;
Oh, tell me you're getting close to home.
The moment you're through that door,
I'm gonna rip off all the pretty clothes you wore,
New JobFirst day on the jobNew Job9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"So," he said, leering at me over the table, messy sandwich in hand, "how long have you been eating yogurt?" My yogurt laden spoon paused in mid air, and in the moment it took me to think, (how long had I been eating yogurt? When was my first time?) I watched oily, shredded lettuce tumble from his sandwich onto the table. The question seemed loaded.
"Oh, probably only the last couple of years; you know, like, seriously." I said this airily, as his tone of voice had implied that this yogurt-eating habit of mine was a potential hot spot in our relationship. He said nothing, but continued to peer intensely across the table. His eyes might even have been narrowing. I felt, justly, exposed. I turned the yogurt cup nervously in my hands, and my averting eyes settled upon the nutrition facts. I suddenly began to read them off, and espouse the healthful qualities of yogurt, not for its defense, but for my own. He leaned back in his chair with revulsion as I finally dealt w
i love youi love you10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i love you,
i'll never leave,
for only with you
i can truly be free…
i still can't believe
it happened to me,
i prayed for you and you've found me…
i know there'll be ups and downs,
that's the way life is,
but i also know we can work it out,
for with love everything can be…
so i have to say that with you near
i can go through whatever life brings,
i've found my place and i'll never leave,
'cause only with you i can be me…
i don't know what God planned for us,
but i know for sure
that no matter what
i'll always love you…
Missing in the Back of ClassThe kid who sat in front of me in class was really quiet today. It's weird, because we usually talk a lot when we're both actually here at the same time. It was a weird day, because it seemed like everyone was in class. Like, all the seats were taken and that hardly ever happens. And when everyone's here, it's never really quiet at all. See, I go to a D.C. public high school, which, if you live anywhere around here, you'd know that we have an incredibly high absence rate. And even when there's like half the kids than normal in class, it's never quiet. I mean, sometimes I think you learn more not going to my school than when you actually go. So, most of the time it's kind of thin in school. But, there were plenty of kids in class today.Missing in the Back of Class9 years ago in Horror More Like This
I like to sit in the back of the class when I have a choice. That's probably like most of you. I guess I just don't like to be noticed. Plus, it's easier to get away with shit back here. I write a ton of stuff (unrelated to the class, of co
Four SkiesFour Skies7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are pretenders. Wait. Let me correct myself. We are a bunch of fake, faking fakers.
Im sorry. Its just that tonight is one of those bittersweet goodbye times where Im saying, "Yeah! Ill come visit you and youll come visit me and itll be just like its always been!" but what Im really saying is, "Dont stop being my friends!" because Im worried that they will stop being my friends. Because they are going away, and I am not.
But for now we can hold our hands over our eyes and pretend that were in a suspended moment. This is a bittersweet goodbye time, but it could just be any other day this summer, where we pile into Lukes basement. He gives us carbonated drinks, somebody sets theirs directly atop the "new" coffee table, Luke turns into the universal mother and his voice becomes increasingly higher in pitch, "Guys! Come on! Do you know how long it takes to scrub
CrowCrow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through six inches
of window, as the last
autumn leaf stretched, spun, and drifted
swung wide open,
wet drunk on its hinges,
and you swept in bringing winter
always been my
plague; a black nest of storm,
dragging a throng of reluctant
in the half-light
that I felt a tremor,
(though your touch was as light as a
howled tooth and bone
around your peaked shoulders
through biting hail, I watched the door
were numb, and I
dropped my glass. Somehow, I
knew, your breathless season turned it
like a white hound
to the bar; when you poured
one on the rocks, I couldnt stop
(on the moonlight)
that I felt a tremor;
but your touch was as light as the
after dinner, afterlifeafter dinner, afterlife9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After Dinner, Afterlife
If it were you and I,
both of us
bearing crosses on our backs,
and lifted high upon our crimes
(like a Bible story
or a fairy tale from some
damned, banned book)
we'd surely be honoured
at the gates of Saint Peter,
with medals, wine, wings
and songs of praise
for our lives within fables
and our ability to conquer
with only a blind mule -
and a switch.
Conor Oberst Greek MythConor Oberst Greek Myth10 years ago in Humor More Like This
"As Cattus, the goddess of useless facts, obscure music, and Goodwill, I demand that my…uhh….demands…be met…" the goddess said as she stumbled her words. She seemed nervous in front of the great god Isaacian, god of the people of Indiescene. He was to return a favor for Cattus, who let him borrow the first Interpol CD.
"Well what may that be?" he replied.
"I demand that my son, Conor Oberst, of the great band Bright Eyes become the rightful heir of the throne of Indiescene, instead of a mere peasant in Omaha."
"So it was asked so it shall be done," Isaacian said smiling. As he started waving his great wand, Brandonus, being the god of Halo 2 and the weirdoes who play Halo 2, creepily appeared into the throne room.
He exclaimed frantically, "Wait! You cannot do that Isaacian! Conor does not deserve to be prince of your kingdom. He creates horrible music, and shall spread it across your land.
Ear DropsHe has my lipsEar Drops8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my ears
so it is
all I can do
to hold fast
to this chaotic
A Philosophy of Hell...."The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.A Philosophy of Hell....10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a me
change, in seasons.Its the last part thatchange, in seasons.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hangs around foreverstale on the plate.
a marked bird in the bright blue sky.
Always dead. Always rotting in the
pale moonlight early evenings calling us
to our front porch in a jazz city style roudy, that pisses
off into the silent streams we all go searching for
My favorite someone calls you into the water. A cool-
old ocean favorite. This is the time tested tale that grandmother
told to you. An ancient story. Slurping up excess grease on the
perfect white tee-shirt.
Total water darkness has met,
the endless summer peak.
Fearless is now the ness. the please-me
-odd-angle of the moon, at nearly eighty degrees.
kinetic lustkinetic lust10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Honest drops of Tuesday night
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
. (and coffee pots)
rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick
warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human wanting
he was a canyon and five full city streets
from touching her
Her polite laugh seemed to resound for centuries
through his high towers
of almost-did's and wanted-to's.
This man was
[sad to be losing the only thing he ever wanted more than his next breath. He lived with every mistake he ever made resting in a black shoebox under his empty bed filled with memories of 'her'. Lost in a constant kinesis of longing, hope, need, desire, regret and desperation. This kinetic sad can not go on for
Dear DiaryDear Diary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I ate a sandwich today. I realized for the first time that one does not use a spoon to eat them. I was at the deli and I ordered my usual, a turkey breast with salmon, bacon, and teriyaki sauce, sat down and began to eat, spoon in hand. The man next to me turned and said, "You know… You don't use a spoon to eat sandwichs…"
This blew me away. All that I had known: destroyed. My world became swirling mist of the unknown. Every fact I thought I knew suddenly came into question. The way of the universe died that day.
The man grew concerned about the glazed look I had while I was shaking uncontrollably in my chair. I snapped to, spoon still in my grasp. Then I stabbed him with it. A lot.
Thanks for ruining my day, asshole.
Today was unusual. I went to the super market and the cashier winked at me. I mean, it's good to be winked at by such a beauty of a person, but I didn't think it was very appropriate. Flattered, I gave a small sign of rejection, whi
NumbersYou say to me, "I love you."Numbers10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So I say, "I love you, three!"
I'll always want to give you more,
Than you could ever take from me.
Tell me I'm yours for eternity,
I'll say, "We'll always be three-gether!"
Love me until the end of time,
And I'll be in love with you five-ever.
APH Masquerade ch 1The invitations had been sent. The separate invitations telling who was to wear a costume had also been sent.APH Masquerade ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Germany sat behind her desk staring at the two envelopes on it. One was a blue color, the color everyone had been sent for the party itself. The other was a dark red color. The color few had gotten.
The color that meant they had to wear something that would hide their identity from the other nations.
It was a masquerade. Only instead of having everyone dress up and hide their identities England had decided that only a short few would be selected.
He claimed he was using magic to decide who would and had no idea how was picked.
Germany didn't believe him.
She turned the invitation in her hands gently once more. She had been invited to parties and balls before. Countless times. And they were something that she hated. She only went to the most necessary ones.
However ever since she had become friends with Italy she had started to go to them more often if only to see him smile.
The Big BangThe Big Bang10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
I am the Big Bang.
I made your cereal.
Eat your cereal and think of the Big Bang.
Love LetterI'm sailing on a sea of red, kissing black holes and having conversations with coffee cups. Jotting notes with erasers on napkins and killing idealism with blanks. Lovers like us die slowly, drowning in committment. Stubble above a quivering lip lashing across the table aiming for a heart. But what is "dead" anyway? I'm being smothered by a self-replicating system, voice activated. Black nail polish caressing rotten teeth I'll grind this perfume bottle into your throat and leave you choking on pheromones. Kiss the heroin off my lips, lover. I need you like an amputation.Love Letter9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spend most my time drowning.my name isI spend most my time drowning.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I've always had
a thing for men with
an extra finger on their left
hand I think this is because
one finger and there-
for I feel that a man with
six fingers on his
left hand would fulfill me and
break all the barriers and
whatnot with that
honestly who would want
a chick with just
nine fingers and
not ten which is actually
the ideal the idial the idiot
who says come on
baby let's swing because
the galaxy is sleeping
in your eyes and
the stars are
the skin of your body
millions of pieces all across
the sky like a mothers
the sleeping baby
I was dancing
like mad through
milky way honey
day streets with bad poetry
on my scalp and
dry tear ducts in
my eyes and empty
shots and burnt babies
in my belly. I bleed with
them I walk across
dead bodies for them and I
split oceans for them. I feed
them and I
kill them. Shepard-like and burning
on the top of the hill.
A girl dressed in negro-white and
black and blue and
This H is for HeartI was droppedThis H is for Heart8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hit the ground like another Hiroshima
Blew bits of me all over the walls of my brain
And staggered forth
little more than a silhouette
against the land of the rising sun
And I wandered
All over the place, looking for me
Because in the chaos, I forgot
That I'm always right where I've been
And that you, are all right where you belong
Someone told me once when you die
The priest says a prayer
To call all the bits of your soul back together again
From the people you left it with
That your soul is something
You give away wrapped in smiles,
That's why when someone leaves you
Its easy to feel
Until you realize
That they didn't leave you empty hearted
Just empty handed.
And it's true,
That memories don't give great hugs
And words can't wipe away those tears
The years go by heedless of pleas
For a moment.
So in the space between a hummingbird's wing
I could, bring myself back to everyone.
To walk on waves and hop canyons
And send myself like a pos
Seven Reasons Why I Loved You.</b>Seven Reasons Why I Loved You.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are spent waxing lyrical and
kissing your eyelashes in the library,
you mouth the third knuckle on my right hand,
and memorize the hollow of my cheek.
tender kisses press like
afterthoughts and postscripts on my forehead:
LiesA liar.Lies4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A sweet, sweet liar.
Soft lips speaking such tender words, and in such a lovely voice. Sometimes it was the only thing that kept me sane. The ghost of breath against my ear and gentle whispering whenever I felt my sanity slipping. Fingers through my hair and the sound of a heartbeat under my head.
He'd promise me the world, and leave me with a cold bed.
Tension rides high when that voice becomes strained, stammering. He'll be avoiding contact with my gaze. He thinks it's a kindness, keeping me company in my times of need. He feeds me scraps of love like a trail of breadcrumbs. By the time that I follow them to the house where supposed to be, he's not waiting for me. When I look behind me the path is gone. Hollow words don't sink in deep enough to leave a lasting mark.
Sometimes there are even tears. When I'm hurting, when I'm angry, everything trembles in front of me. It's at those times that I see something even more detestable than fear in those eyes. I see pity. I can rememb
the officious uterus"get intimate with my uterus," she saysthe officious uterus10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm slowly backing away towards the door,
"because it's really about You and Us;
it's true, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it."
i can't believe she's actually saying this,
summoning post-feminist bumper-sticker wit,
trying to draw me in with cheap vaginal advertising.
she'd already knit a pink yarn uterus and airmailed it,
enclosed a hand-written card in the package -
"My heart pines for you,
my no-no place bleeds for you."
once a month, every month, usually around a full moon,
she tries to pull this silliness like a tampon string
and i'm repeatedly convinced she's crazy.
so i called her the next evening and said
"sorry, darling, but i'm not ready for this
sort of commitment, not to you or your Uterus,
so i g
Why Coyotes Cry at NightWhy Coyote Cries in the NightWhy Coyotes Cry at Night10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Long ago, as the world's first day drew to a close, there was only the moon to bring light to the dark veil of Night.
And all of the creatures, who had marveled at the wonders of the day, said "Well, the day is filled with all sorts of wonder, but Night is so dark. The clouds are hard to see, and even the moon will go away for a time, like tides." And all of the day creatures hid from the darkness, and all of the night creatures sighed, feeling that their time was unfinished, dull next to the day.
And Nature, taking to heart their thoughts, asked who we call Raven to decorate the nighttime sky, for she was a bird of twilight, awake during the day, but with midnight plumage. So Raven flew far and wide, searching for something beautiful with which she would decorate the sky. She would make the night beautiful, something which all creatures could look up and marvel at. So Raven decided to make stars, whic