Niles Crane - haikuI thought I could foolNiles Crane - haiku6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Myself into loving her
Oh how wrong I was
Knew it from the start
Our love could only be cold
Colder than she was
Then I fell in love
With her polar opposite
Sweet warm kind Daphne
Some things fell apart
Like my life oft seems to do
Am I dreaming still?
Happily ever after
Mine has come to pass
OIt permeates everythingO2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the cells. It is the cell
in which I am rotting.
The sheen over my eye,
the flesh I rip from the side of my nail,
the teeth I grind it with.
The tears, blood and sweat.
It is below carbon and hydrogen,
embedded in the air I breathe.
It is sleeping under my fingernails,
It is the undeniable, genetic, atomic truth.
Oh, my oxygen permeates everything.
It is the cell.
Existential HangmanExistential HangmanExistential Hangman7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Maybe it takes sitting in the backseat of a car to realize your life.
Maybe it takes leaning your head against the window, knowing your hair will have a weird kink in it when you get out of the car to wherever you were going in the first place. But you do this anyways because its what they do in the movies, and sometimes its nice to feel like youre in a movie.
Maybe it takes your own silence, your own touching your bottom lip to the top. Looking around at the people that you could recognize by their wrist. This sounds impossible, but I bet there are people in your life that you could do this for. If somebody took pictures just of the wrists of all your closest friends and family, you could probably tell who was who. Arm hair. Geometric freckle formations. Protruding wrist bones. Creases in the skin from where theyve waved and written at odd angles. You would know.
Maybe it takes the streetlights. And the traffic lights.
our celestial bodiesI am my own solar systemour celestial bodies8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a bucket on my head,
I wheel barrowed down ten story stairs last week --
trying to prove that I am not as alone as I feel.
'I was wrong', the sun slobs
behind curtains, wanting me to play
all these laughing games, while meteoroids orbit
the wire in my throat,
and I gathered up socks and shirts in plastic bags
week by week. This is a slow process
of climbing over your heart-hedge,
I am not there yet. I saw you staring
at the food particles on clean sheets.
I tried to explain -- I have problems under my tongue
but they sat under my fingernails instead,
the smell turned vile.
I am here still, you know,
in plastic cups that do not keep me safe
but I make-believe they do.
This is a climate change only half welcome,
the air conditioning angers the ten man band
hacked into my skull.
I've lost two pounds in ten minutes
trying to stop their drums,
these dancing digits and these shrinking arms --
they throw tantrums
and I wept a thousand chemicals to help you see
Procremationso he said let's make a babyProcremation10 years ago in Open More Like This
she said let's just make
and he said
What's the difference?
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
She said Make life-- make
'What's that?''What's that?'9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On a normal, Saturday afternoon - the kind where there's nothing to do, nowhere to go, and no one to visit - two boys ran around, fighting one another with water guns. It was hard to tell one boy from the other, as they were both identical in appearance and both equally soaked through from their water battle. Their bangs hung wetly over their eyes and their red shirts clung to their young chests, but neither seemed to mind as they waged their watery war.
"Take that!" One said, peeking out from behind a bush and squirting the other boy in the chest.
The other one paused and caught himself for a moment, turning to shoot back but missing. "I'm going to get you for that one!" They continued chasing after one another for a while longer, until one decided to climb up the nailed ladder on a tree trunk that led to a small house nestled farther up the tree. As soon as he got up there, however, the other one, still on the ground, shot a stream of water up into the small house.
"Oh no you don't!"
songs about slumbersongs about slumber7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our city is a bed
a man tries to straighten the wrinkled
sheet of road gives up, sits down,
pans the street for change
the apartment building thrusts, phallic,
making love to an empty sky. a burst
of pigeons coo shut up shut up
a boy tries to fall asleep. his nightlight
is a myth that burns out once a day
the girl walks off her roof
our city is not a mattress
Chocolate Covered RodentsChocolate Covered Rodents10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My momma always said,
"Life's like a box of chocolates,
you never know what you're gonna get."
and I always used to say,
"Momma, what was life like
before they put chocolate in boxes?"
About that time there was this little girl.
In a strawberry cream square
she found the skull of a rat.
It must have snuck through the clockwork
of that factory,
the one up on the edge of town
where the squatters get high now.
Her neighbours said that she cried
all night for weeks on end.
They say that's what drove her mother out.
And her teachers were so concerned
they held a meeting to discuss
the little girl's paintings
of chocolate-covered rodents.
And her dad! He was so mad
That he came out with a statement,
all emotional and frail looking.
"What's the world coming to,"
and he's quoted to this day,
"when we can't trust chocolate
to be chocolate any more?"
It reminds me of my own little girl.
"Chocolate's like a box of lifes
you never know what you're going to get."
and I say to myself,
What was choco
To Never ReturnTo Never Return11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Never Return
He was my immortal love.
Eternal light fed his veins,
And he gave himself to my fangs.
For that he was a tortured angel.
Like a plague who has found it's prey,
My craving could not be quenched,
For I was a vampire captivated,
Undead, yet dying in his arms.
I drank deeply of his soul,
Devouring his flesh,
I drew him deeper into my abyss.
And with every bite, his light withered.
And with me, his wings delved deeper.
And the more I consumed,
The more we were torn asunder.
We were both lost.
I was to die.
He was to never return…
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Ranma 1/2: Sincerely AkaneSincerely AkaneRanma 1/2: Sincerely Akane6 years ago in Romance More Like This
By: Angela Jewell
Disclaimer: Don't own them, sorry.
(Since strike-through's aren't allowed, I underlined words or phrases that were supposed to be crossed out. Hope that's not too confusing).
I dont have any green ink, Sayuri apologized as she handed her friend a pen. But since youre not really sending it, it shouldnt make much of a difference.
Akane tried to smile, really she did, but her heart just wasnt in it. She knew she couldnt keep stalling forever, and she had accepted the darebut whywhy had she agreed to go through with it? Taking a long, deep breath, she turned at last to the blank sheet of paper that lay before herthe paper, she realized, now that she looked closelywhich wasnt quite blank.
Unamused, she narrowed her eyes. They had to be joking. As if the task before her wasnt degrading enough...
The stationary paper was covered by a myriad of ti
Spilled WineHe dances a kind of geniusSpilled Wine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against white walls;
all prim and branched out
The fireplace, calm as the setting sun,
Fingers sweep each other
collecting dead skin and dialogue
We giggle like short-lived kids
playing with drugs
His smile vintage, lips, dry as cocoa mix
now moist as dew kissed grass
The table acquaints us
panties wilt to the obese rug
among spilled wine and cradled glass
Imperial RhapsodyIMPERIAL RHAPSODYImperial Rhapsody8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Based on the song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. New words by Patrick H. Mines
LANDO: This is the good life
This is a fantasy
Working on Bespin
An escape from reality.
LEIA: Open your eyes
Stand up to these guys and see.
LUKE: I'm just a farmboy, I need some sympathy
Cuz who's my dad, I dunno
Little whine, little moan.
HAN: Anywhere the Force goes, doesn't really matter, to me. To me.
PIETT: Vader just killed a man.
Raised an arm up in the air
Now his life's no longer there.
Vader, we had just begun,
And now I've gone and lost the reb-el scum.
Didn't mean to make you mad
If I'm not alive again this time tomorrow,
There'll be a new admiral, as if nothing ever happened.
YODA: Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time.
LUKE: Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and learn the Force.
PIETT: Vader, ooooooooo.
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king
Goodbye SarahHe walked across the yard in muddy boots. Starting the engine of the Land Rover with an unenthusiastic splutter, he waited until she had climbed into the passenger seat beside him, and then pulled out the dirt track.Goodbye Sarah7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
They had driven down this road many times before, but today it would be the last time she came with him. Her previous enthusiasm to leave the house was replaced by fatigue. Her eyes had already closed as he glanced over. She was sleeping, good. Best let her get some rest.
Despite setting his mouth in a steely line of determination, Bill was already regretting his decision. He knew it was the wisest thing for both of them; the situation wouldnt change. It didnt mean that each passing mile didnt carry a heavier burden on his heart than the last. He had to stay strong.
He had tried to explain things, and make her see it wasnt what he wanted, but he didnt have a choice. It had been difficult
The Thing at the BottomThe Thing at the Bottom10 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
The Thing At The Bottom of The Stairs
Or, A Discourse On The Monstrosity of Monsters
Welcome! Nice to meet you, dear. Come in, come in, don't just stand there hovering. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable, there's plenty of room. Would you care for something to drink? No? Settled then? Good. I suppose I should just get started with the tale, then, shouldn't I?
I'll begin it in my favorite way, with the words that begin all fairy tales, though this is not exactly what you would consider to be a tale of the fairies. If you'd rather hear something about them, then perhaps I'll send you to a friend of mine, who would certainly be better able to tell you about those. This is, rather, a tale of monsters, you see. Still here? Good. Then I'll begin.
Once upon a time, when I was a younger girl, my family and I lived in an old house in the city, which, as I came to find, was quite the haunted old mansion. My parents would often walk through ghosts, with nary a bit of realization, other
wirelessI.wireless8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we weren't looking for Kevin Bacon,
weren't trying to find a way--
it was just ten steps
to no one in particular.
looking for damn connections,
screw chaos theory.
I'm gonna find me some sense.
less than three percent of potential
rapists are willing to commit murder
if you are in a situation where you feel that such a person
committing such a crime on you is possible
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
RecallingOnce, I forgot my limbs.Recalling6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I left them downstairs because I was in such a rush to get up to the second floor. I didn't even realize my legs were missing until I was halfway up the stairs. "No matter," I thought, "I won't need them for a while anyway." Only when I tried to reach for a paintbrush did I realize that my left arm had done just that, and the right away. Again, I shrugged it off (with only my shoulders) and went about my business.
My business is rather unconventional. There's no elevator in my office building, because I work from home. Thus, forgetting my limbs downstairs would be, as you probably assume, a hassle. And, well, sure, it's a bit of an obstacle, but I can deal with it. I'm still here now, aren't I?
I asked my boss about installing an elevator once. No, he declined without a moment's consideration. Well, how about an escalator? Absolutely not. You see (he told it to me somewhat like this, but I fear that a few words are off), stair-climbing is a virtue. It isn't sup
To the HerdTo the Herd3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Two seasons have come and gone now, each one filled with beautiful animation and stunning dialogue. Most importantly both seasons brought new found inspiration and insightful views into our daily lives.
I wish not to take up too much of your time; I wish only to say a few things on my own behalf to everypony out there who wishes to hear them.
Although it is tempting to bring up the cliché that perhaps nopony else feels the same way as I do, I cannot for I know that there are many others with the same views as mine; others whose lives have been touched by these candy-colored ponies and their spectacular adventures, who have also felt a newfound sort of warmth inside from their voices and their ideals. This fandom is truly magical. Not once since I have become a brony have I been denigrated by another member of the pony community. Instead I have found more friends than I could have ever imagined.
Others may one day ask "just who are the bronies?" Note I said "are" and not "were" bec
ForgivenessIForgiveness7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When the little girl woke up, she found cookies in her shoes.
It was December 6, St. Nicholas Day, her parents told her. Thats the day when Santa comes and takes your Christmas list and leaves you cookies if you were good, a switch if you were bad. Santa left her cookies! The little girl squealed in delight, in excitement.
Do you want to try one, her mother asked. The little girl put one in her mouth. She chewed. She swallowed. She smiled. It was the best thing she had ever eaten in her life.
You can eat another one, her father said. But the little girl wanted to save them so that they would last longer.
By the time she ate her second cookie, it was hard and stale.
Trust is fickle.
When you are trusted, its easy to keep that trust. You can be out with friends or something and just tell your parents that you were at the library or something doing schoolwork.