Ear DropsHe has my lipsEar Drops9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my ears
so it is
all I can do
to hold fast
to this chaotic
Out of ControlIt's 6:46 and thirty-one seconds when the doorbell rings. My mom runs to answer it.Out of Control8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi, Michelle!" I hear my mom call. It's my sister. She left her college friends to have dinner with us tonight.
I have four minutes before I can go out and greet her. I can only walk through doors when the number of minutes is divisible by five. 6:46 and fifty-nine seconds. Not happening.
It's the killer of what could be an okay life. I'm late for class all the time when I'm at school. A teacher will let me out at 1:50 exactly. I walk through the hallways in a straight line, starting with my right foot, ending with my left. I reach the door, but it's too late: 1:56. I lurk outside for four minutes before I can walk in. Late again.
Or I'll have a doctor's appointment. Do you have any idea of how many doors there are in a doctor's office? It takes me tw
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 Class10 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
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
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
One From TwoI'm waiting for you to arrive;One From Two10 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,
A KissA glistening tearA Kiss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rolls down the cheek;
Eyes gleam, wet
And knees shake, weak.
The softest sigh
Warm on the face;
In deep embrace.
A perfect smile
On lips that part;
Grow closer as
Love grips the heart.
The tiny pulse
That beats with thrill;
In tender chill.
A single kiss;
And time stands still.
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
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....11 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
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 15 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 rest of god's name"She misses you, you know, Jimmy."the rest of god's name8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah. I know."
There's a pause. He cradles the side of his face with square fingers, adult pound hands.
"It's in her sleep, too. She murmurs in the night. Sometimes it it rises to screams"
The hesitation rests on his lips. He licks it off, his tongue like a suspicious fish.
"Do you ever think"
"Go away, David."
"that maybe if you had stopped, she would still be oh - okay, and you wouldn't have to"
"I said go away."
"I mean this can't be living, not cowering, not like this"
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
A vegetarian headline:Cow eats man in self defence.A vegetarian headline:8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Why Coyotes Cry at NightWhy Coyote Cries in the NightWhy Coyotes Cry at Night11 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
This H is for HeartI was droppedThis H is for Heart9 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
250 christians can't be wrong250 christians can't be wrong10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The counselors tried to keep the children calm before meals. They lined them up by cabin in front of the dinning hall and preformed various stunts to pacify them until the tables were set. Sometimes they sang songs with hand motions:
"Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark. Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark, Daddy Shark do do do do do do…" The song continued to tell the story of a woman swimming who suffered a shark attack and flew to Heaven. It was an annoying tune with gestures that involved little more than clapping your hands together in a vertical snapping motion. The eleven-year-old campers loved it. They sang it repeatedly when they got home and their parents cringed.
"JELLY BEAN!" someone called out, "tell us a joke!"
A short brown-haired counselor stepped onto a crate in front of the children. "Do you really want to hear a joke?" she asked.
The children shouted back that they did.
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.
Teardrops on My GuitarDisclaimer: I do not own Naruto, which belongs to K. Masashi, nor do I own Teardrops on my Guitar which belongs to the very talented Taylor Swift.Teardrops on My Guitar6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
song lyrics spoken
What is it that ninjas do in their free time? One often asks themselves this question. One will view training, missions, and funerals often, but never really what a ninja does in their spare time. Life cant only consist of training, missions, and attending funerals! Sure, that is a large part of the life of the ninja, but there has always been something more. They have their hobbies. And most importantly, they have their love.
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
Drew talks to me
I laugh 'cause it's just so funny
I can't even see
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.
Pierogies and Sunflowers pt2After the meeting and having to endure the embarrassment of his sibling's incessant ridicule, Matthew fled the meeting and the eyes of all the other nations, blindly running out into the snow to be alone with his frustration and shame. He huddled at the base of a large, leafless maple tree, hugging his knees desperately to his chest as the tears froze like crystals to his cheeks. Why did it always have to be that way? Nobody ever cared enough about him to notice his existence, but when they did it was nothing but teasing and mockery. Not even Kumajiro could remember who he was. Did they only bring him into the G8 because he was Alfred's brother? Was that all he was to other people? He was Canada, damn it. He was his own person, his own nation...why couldn't anyone else see it? The neglected and abused nation cried painful, icy tears into the silence of the night's blowing snow, and as the bitter cold of general winter took his shivering body in it's grasp, he was lulled to sleep by thePierogies and Sunflowers pt25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Swieto boskiego SeleraPatrycjusz westchnął i rozsiadł się wygodniej w fotelu czując, jak cierpliwość wycieka z niego niczym wartki, chłodny strumień z topniejącego lodowca. Jakkolwiek rządzenie Ankh-Morpork nigdy nie wydawało się być łatwym zadaniem, takich chwil jak ta zdecydowanie nie dawało nazwać wynagrodzeniem za trudy. Lord Vetinari znany był jednak z tego, że wszystkich traktował tak samo poważnie. Nawet, jeśli stała przed nim trzyosobowa delegacja przebrana za…tak, jak to kilka razy dobitnie podkreślili, za selery.Swieto boskiego Selera9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Czy możecie mi to jeszcze raz wytłumaczyć?- spytał głosem ciepłym niczym góra lodowa. Ktokolwiek, u kogo inteligencja przekraczała średnie IQ gołębia, a instynkt samobójczy nie zastąpił samozachowawczego, powinien zorientować się, że to najodpowiedniejsza pora, by wyjść. Jak najsz
a jaw of glassyou are made of glass, lit with fireflies anda jaw of glass6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
firemen and fireflowers. i can see the heat
tremble like smoke to the black sky as you
tap on your jaw.
pearls slide to the cherry pits of your stomach,
tickled with daisies and ipecac syrup to
gut you like an oyster.
hollow boy, save the glow caught between
your transient, transparent bones- i can see
the snakes in your stomach writhing, pulled
taut and shelled like intestines, wrought like
a chain necklace about your throat.
you are gauze-between-
oh, like a butterfly locked inside its chrysalis,
oh, with cotton wings sticking as they become
viscous in the water, oh, the death of something
beautiful, more beautiful than you.
FallingYou say you wear your emotions on your sleeveFalling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But baby, I don't think you can see
The heart I have is ten stories up,
On the edge and ready to jump
Without a thought, without a care
Because it believes you will be there
Ready to save me before I hit the ground
I don't think it realizes that you're not around
There's no way to stop it, trust me I've tried
All that's left is to hang on for the ride
The jump leaves me breathless; then I start to fall
And I wonder if the ground hurts, if I hit it at all
Maybe he'll come, maybe he knows
The news broadcast could have interrupted his show
He'll be my hero and save the day
But deep down I know he's too far away
My world goes dark and there is only pain
Then the sky opens up and it begins to rain
The scene is gruesome, tragic at best
But isn't falling in love always a mess.