This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...Your parents are artists6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.
The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...
It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.
In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.
A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.
The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...
I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.
And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.
That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
Shatter PointShatter Point:Shatter Point3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can you see
what all the world has-
Done to me
I've locked away my-
I wanna break
My shatter point, my shatter point
I'm up against the wall at my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling to me into the night
Their whispers drive me further up and away from the light!
Just fall again and-
I want you down and you'll-
Just stop breathing and-
The shatter point, the shatter point
You know that you are up and against the wall
The shatter point, my shatter point
Leave me breaking against my shatter point
A thousand faces keep calling me into the night
I'll waste away in the whispers that taint all the light
Just leave me breaking against the weight of the wall
It keeps me close to the edge until I learn to FALL!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 25th August 2012
Beginning, Middle, And EndI’ve always been told,Beginning, Middle, And End1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Good stories have a beginning, middle and end,
Not necessarily in that order.
Every time I use to talk to you,
My speech sounded more
Like Morse code.
See, ‘cause small talk to me,
Is the civilian equivalent
Of trying to diffuse a bomb.
THERE IS AN UNDERWIRE…
THERE IS AN UNDERWIRE!
I wrote you letters
You never read.
I think I’m wasting my time.
I’m trying to relight old matches,
As if it will rekindle flames
That have vanished long ago,
Or make a house
Rise from the ashes.
I built you a house,
Made out of our memories.
I hope it can shelter you
In my dream, your silhouette
Tried to engulf me.
I managed to escape,
But I wish it had.
I burned the house down,
You’re a 6 year old girl
I’m a 3rd generations Asian-Canadian
Looking for a place I belong.
I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.
Why Women Turn To FeminismBecause you do not love usWhy Women Turn To Feminism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we want to love ourselves.
Because of the scarlet letters
you embroider on our chests
as we sleep on yours.
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty
and squeeze mothers and prostitutes
from the girls we really are.
Because Disney fooled us:
we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered
with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.
Because the heroines of our youth taught us
the plastic passivity of our sex.
Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too.
Because we have spent too long courting tears
and making life-rafts of our pillows.
Because we want the power to reject
our presence, our affection - even our indifference
and not feel our hearts unbeating because of this.
Because, in feminism, we find the fairy Godmother
we were always denied by being real - but constructed.
Questions.Questions.Questions.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
EmpathyAntisocial?Empathy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For God's sake, eat!
Deal with it.
Find a balance and stick with it.
There are people dying for that food you waste.
Control yourself, woman!
Stop being so clingy!
Do you always have to have the spotlight?
Yeah right, attention whore.
It's not all about you!
It's not that bad.
Not everyone is out to get you.
You're just weak.
You're a cold one, aren't ya?
Why you gotta be so weird all the time?
Get a grip on reality.
There are better ways to get attention.
Why don't you just kill yourself already?
If you have said any of these things,
To any of these people,
Get a fucking perspective.
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person2 years ago in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
Eyes That Watch MeEyes that watch me,Eyes That Watch Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes that don't.
Eyes that follow me,
eyes that won't.
Eyes in my family and
eyes in my friends.
Eyes in nature that
never seem to end.
Eyes that watch every move I make,
every breath I take,
every word I utter and mutter and stutter.
Eyes that judge me, love me and hate me;
Eyes that fear me, loathe me, pity me;
Eyes that want to be me and curse me for existing.
But the eyes that watch me the most,
always the most critical,
are the eyes that
The Music Won't Let Me SleepIt jars meThe Music Won't Let Me Sleep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the fitful terror
of mine own heart
of my hardened soul
as my body moves
without either's permission
I let the melody's quake
keep me awake
though sleep still calls to me
in loving lyrics
I can't let myself believe
else the music may leave me
to dreadful whispers of silence,
I lose myself
amongst the veins
of dulcet flow
and elastic beats of rhythm
mimicking what I once hoped
was a living heart.
Cloaked in another body
of mellifluous hatred and love
I try to conquer my soul
my husk acting the motions
of its siege
a silent cry
with a hand reaching
for a sun seen only
by listening eyes.
I move and listen with my being
offer everything else away,
broken dishesgod dammit.broken dishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i woke up today
feeling just as sick
as i did when i went to bed
i woke up today
wanting to break
in my house
just so i wouldn't be
the only thing
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2014:iconflash-fic-month:Official FFM Prompt Bank 20141 year ago in Editorial More Like This
This promptmobile has been parked up rusting for a whole year. It needs an oil change, a lick of paint and some air in the tyres. We're presently sourcing some fluffy dice for the mirror and a nice novelty airfreshener.
Most importantly, though, the tank is dry as a bone.
Time to siphon us off some promptjuice. Fuel us up with your best original prompts for people to dip into during the month when they need creative jump leads.
As always, the chosen few will be chosen, featured and credited in our daily updates.
Protip: We can always use visual prompts, musical prompts, prompts in the form of interpretive dance and other variegated promptitudinousness as well as the usual prompts made of words.
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Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
Venom of ThoughtYou may think I don't noticeVenom of Thought2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can always see
The way you look at her
A way you never look at me.
The monster whispers in my ear
"You're not good enough, you know"
I try to wave him off,
Try not to let it show.
That he's tearing at my flesh
Ripping my insides out.
He fills me with self-hatred,
Depression, and self-doubt.
"You'll never make it far,"
He hisses to my heart.
"Cuz you suck at everything,
Like your writing, and your art."
Outwardly, I cringe,
Letting loose a tear.
"This simply isn't true!" I shout.
"My dream come true is near!"
"Everyone else is higher up,"
He laughs and murmurs low.
"You'll never get that high
From where you are so far below."
I wince and pull away,
From something I can't see.
The thing that claws my life apart,
This monster inside of me.
"I have a future," I cry aloud.
"I truly know I do."
The monster only smiles
And to a vicious grin it grew.
"Your future's as dull as you are,
You're dumber than the rest.
And you're just as empty-hearted.
You can feel
Dedicated to Robin WilliamsThe earth cries,Dedicated to Robin Williams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its roars of weeping billow across the sky with deafening volume.
The clouds groan under the weight of their own tears,
The ground is flooded with their sadness.
All over the world, people mourn.
His family and friends, his fans...
Parents, grandparents, and children alike.
We have lost a role-model, a childhood...
All mourn for the loss of a legend..
A hero to many.
One who has bestowed so much happiness,
So much laughter and encouragement,
While he himself battled a war within his being.
How could this be? We ask ourselves.
How could someone so great
Fall to such depths?
But as these inquiries burn in our minds,
There is something greater to cling to within our hearts...
The mark he has left on the world.
soul slitterI want to stomp you downsoul slitter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the spiders crawling
on the bathroom floor
at two am:
desperate and panicked
in the dark,
tired and eager
to finish you
and leave you to twitch
on glistening tiles.
gristle between your teeth,
you have cracked open
one too many torsos.
your ax-chopped halves
all ooze red longing
for you and your lips,
your warm arms,
but I know your touch
is really a sting
CalifornicationFirst English, dan Nederlands.Californication2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Hardcore soft porn... […] It's the edge of the world and all of Western civilization... […] Dream of Californication..."
- Red Hot Chili Peppers, Californication
The luxurious snobbery of the shopping malls, the isolation of man amidst the plethora of perfect consumption objects and man becoming a perfectable consumption object full-time himself, the generalized and collectively enjoyed stupidity and childishness of television and consumption, the total apathetic immersion in spectacle, the wildgrowth of screens, the triumph of surface over depth (Baudrillard), the superficial appearance of happiness projected worldwide on all screens by the American "stars:" I am fascinated by these phenomena.
Today we believe wholeheartedly in the meaningfulness of communication, while the cult of the screen offers only a collection of seductive nonsense. The same holds true for the art of our time (and possibly of all times):
RobinYou taught meRobin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the meaning of the word
When I was a child
you were my favourite one,
your movies made
me dream about
a better future,
about who I would become
Your characters were full
of hope and joy.
You were my hero.
You will be forever in my heart!
Oh captain my captain,
thanks for making me happy
when I was a child,
and thanks for making me happy
everytime I watch your movies.
Sorry if this poem and my english
suck, but it's the best I can do
while I'm about to cry...
One day we'll see in another
world, but until that moment comes...
..thank you Robin, thank you!