Lost in Translation "I see."Lost in Translation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Said the blind man.
His Better HalfBride/GroomHis Better Half2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fall of the LeafFall of the Leaf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Summer ended at the edge of an equinox
to watch it pass into
For Sunday's overcast;
then lapse the room like
a summer breath
from whence it
hours where it
My thoughts, thus confined,
and the prospect
presaged into their limbs;
I had transcended from each
like a lateral structure.
When hope was lush as green began
for all its quietus
and variegated, end
is the fray.
Their many weathered elements
of an olfactory property,
and forever pleasing
to drape a heavy north
and temperate shift
trading like blossoms for an
I Blame My EnemiesPointing at all,I Blame My Enemies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the mirror.
Bravery is ExternalBehind a mask,Bravery is External3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hide fear.
Archaic MirrorMy dreams are left to boilArchaic Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the rocks
as if a cogitation of hope, still froths into aeons.
And I frivol of its fetor, decay; like shadow lapsed
over its crepuscule, banks. What is time but wasted symmetry?
Meta-PhysicalFought writer's block.Meta-Physical2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lost the plot.
My Social LifeFamiliar faces,My Social Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody I know.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
Decree AbsoluteWe married.Decree Absolute3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Loneliness At 4:03am Tick.Loneliness At 4:03am3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sonnet to Breathabout the rib. it makes sense. at Out-Sonnet to Breath2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
back my father picks it up, gets it stuck in
his teeth, and like a brutish harpist plucks it out,
lets it settle. smoking preference? menthol. in-
door seat? the closest waterfall. they knife out
flower from vegetable. “the game” drags students in
collectively, like how a yawn moves-- uncoils out--
humanity starts rippling. how much of school was in
a herd like this? how much was ringworm? out
here is lonelier; my romance is silent. in
time I think of him and am bothered by it. out
the window steeps a sunrise. it’s five in
the morning. can he sleep? my laptop’s out
and holy Book! he’s up, but then— that rib again.
CrowBarGot hammered.CrowBar3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pain and SorrowEven Death can fall in lovePain and Sorrow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fate's Scratching PostYour sanity, shredded, while you wait.Fate's Scratching Post2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Titles Don't Belong in the First LineTitles don’t belong in the first line,Titles Don't Belong in the First Line2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and poetry is not made of end rhymes.
The ventilated fluorescence and I
flicker at the incongruence
and I want to tell her
sometimes east is left
on the map
if you hold it right.
Parenting For BeginnersNew baby?Parenting For Beginners3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's always teething problems.
dear emmalove is a person.dear emma3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he is a man with cocoa skin, writes with weak hands and a strong mind, tuned ears and speaks in a placid voice. it sounds of ivory, smells of coffee, and is music in a silent world with unmade beds and the typing of keys, the quiet hum of black and white re-runs speaking to the crook of his back.
he is a boy with fine, chapped lips and a thin cigarette between the thin cracks of his teeth, a being seen in dimmed lights and close things under stars, the ripple of cars passing by, the tapping of cooling engines. lit, green eyes under night sky hair with a starry shine.
she is a girl with fireflies to dawn skin, a burned nose and pale scared knuckles. she is speaking under the monotones, cities of skinny, magazines she curls in balls at the foot of her bed when she sleeps, with rose cheeks and the hiding of doe, scar eyes.
she is a girl with vertebrae fingertips, cracked red fingernails of resin; one with bracelet wrists and rings on her lips. the type that has a naked f
And in Opposite Directions is Where We'll Go... ------------->And in Opposite Directions is Where We'll Go...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I went Right
You Left me
Story Time“Tell me a beautiful story.”Story Time2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
© L. L. Kelly 2013
Unreliable NarratorSherlock Holmes stories?Unreliable Narrator2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They were doctored.