Confrontation - Undefined frozen fingersConfrontation - Undefined3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a quiet town where the image is never broken
in a time where the opinion wasn't asked for
... is it time to think for myself?
Each of these long months conquered
by simply reading my mind
and ignoring the technicalities and normalities
that I had gotten so used to.
Is this what rebirth is like?
While they all struggle to keep the beat,
I find myself dancing differently to every situation
Lacking a LittleHe was a...Lacking a Little3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She lifted her dress...
Blood, lots of blood...
and the dancers...
North Korea by David GuttenfelderHow about some inspiration from David Guttenfelder?North Korea by David Guttenfelder2 months ago in Editorial More Like This
David Guttenfelder has visited this secretive country many times. These photographs show what he was allowed to see. Take advantage of his extravagantly organized approach to form. His compositions are simple almost to the point of being cliche. Organized almost so well as the country struggles to appear. There is a sadness vivid in most of them, and although portraits of individuals often succeed to express it (like in the last photograph of this selection showing a Pyongyang Central Press Agency worker by a window), the feeling of loneliness oozes strongest from collective scenes of masses of heads and bodies. The photographer's vision turns our eyes to what beautiful there is to find there but, intentionally or not, never fails to rip my guts out.
entre les epouvantailsNous marchons entre des épouvantails et tu ne me regardes plus. Tu as fracassé tous mes silences entre mes jambes pour ensuite les répandre sur mes seins. Désabusée je ne te sentais plus. Même le soleil déchiré en suspens dans l'air de la chambre. Morceaux sales, brunis. Nos traces humides entre les draps noirs rendaient tout plus sombre. Entre eux, l'odeur bétonnée de notre angoisse. Tes grandes mains me tendent une cigarette; quand je t'embrasse j'ai notre cendre sur mes lèvres.entre les epouvantails3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Duel : Guillaume contre Tirso.Au-delà du dense nuage de poussière, quelques militaires curieux tentaient de suivre le véloce combat en cours par l'observation attentive des intermittentes volées d'étincelles que les lames agiles engendraient à chaque impact. Ces déploiements lumineux laissèrent entrevoir, lors d'un choc d'une violence particulière, les visages aux traits devenus grimaçants par l'effort et la rage à quelques centimètres l'un de l'autre, chacun des deux guerriers semblant prêt à déployer la tête pour déchiqueter à grand coup de dents le visage de son adversaire. Les quatre mains crispées sur la soie de leurs armes respectives, les bras tremblants et les muscles tendus, l'hétéroclite duo semblait figé dans un effort mutuel, la force égale des deux chevaliers n'en laissant jamais un prendre le dessus plus de quelques secondes, et laissait admirer toute la manichéiste beauté de leur affrontement. Le premier des deux protagonistes, élancé et pâle, combattait avec agilité et souplesse, alors qu'au-dessusDuel : Guillaume contre Tirso.1 year ago in Settings More Like This
astronomerswhen we're togetherastronomers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusk is containable; the moon in my palms
and the stars on your ceiling.
we lull the city to sleep
with our theories of life; my tongue curling
do you remember,
when Jupiter was a silver wick, lighting its countless moons?
you balanced a cigarette off your lips,
and I watched the vermillion flame burn life
as a newborn sun;
planets moulding and constellations snaked
above our eyes.
what it would be like to be curled
inside the embers creator and destroyer
so close to your lips.
Tether (A Collection of Haiku)TetherTether (A Collection of Haiku)1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She seems to leave now
Hauling that cursed tether
I have to follow.
The wind picks up ocean
Slamming spray across my face
The sapphire sea calls.
The wind picks up ocean
Slamming spray across my face
The sapphire sea beckons me
I want to follow
So I leave the shore.
She always seems real
Standing alone in the night
Her shadow betrays her though
It signals me close
While she looks away
I am so simple
Yet always misunderstood
Don't leave me alone.
It's always at night.
My thoughts tend to betray me.
It's my life they'll take.
I fear I must sleep
Before this overtakes me.
Just forget life: dream.
But I cannot sleep
It's unbecoming of me
I should know better.
Just please be quiet
I don't want to hear you speak
You disrupt my thoughts
She says she's batman
But I see through her large lie
Car? It's not a car.
She lays here asleep
Her supple limbs scarcely stir
Her breath is fragile
SymphonyShe sat downSymphony1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping to write a symphony
But the dots made no sense.
The lines looked like train tracks
And they carried her mind far from reality.
She sat down
In the seat next to an old man
Who seemed to be asleep
His nose looked like a rain drop
And she began to fall through the sky.
She sat down
Tired of this nonsense
Wishing to find her way home
The road she had walked looked like a snake
And she found herself running in terror.
She sat down
Hoping to catch her breath
But the air seemed so dense
Her heavy breathing felt like a breeze,
And it carried her pen across the paper.
Nightmareland 3it's the same dream as always:Nightmareland 33 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with people wearing octopus skin,
leathery and purple-white-brown
to fit the tree they stand behind,
padding on a carpet of pine needles.
They open their mouths
-- that's all, little gasps --
and say "this is your home,
this is your home."
Their words are familiar hands
I grip them, and dig my nails
into the soft spot between thumb and palm
and wade through Christmas trees
hung with tire swings and bottles
filled with envelopes,
stamps kissing their sides.
I pluck them down like apples,
-- can smell them, can feel glass crushed
between my teeth --
and bring them to a knoll
surrounded by blue ghosts twisting
skin bleating mouths sharp sharp fingers.
I bring them the letters.
Maybe I know the names of the addressed,
but they taste like foreign metal in my mouth
when I wake up.
From the kitchen I hear "this is your home,
Bandit RescuesWhen demons betray you while sifting through clouds,Bandit Rescues3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A highway above me 'mongst saintly white crowds,
Fear not my dark star, my ship's on her way,
Docking on mountains, the night sky my bay,
Such danger pursues you, but I'm close at hand,
While oft' I am silent, slow to reprimand,
Cogs turn, engines pour out that creamy thick steam,
Soft down through that darkscape: slate, starlit, serene,
Your hand on my waistcoat, we drift o'er the world,
My hair sweeping past you in chocolate brown curls,
When did I esteem you, first appraise your worth?
I ask myself, lips sealed, hov'ring o'er the Earth,
And try to imagine that day in my mind,
But you turn me slowly, arms wrapping behind,
You hold me and whisper, "the past is the past",
And this is the present, this moment will last,
I dismiss my appeal to your disregard,
Hist'ry my mistress, making this step hard,
Nodding, my head now pressed close to your chest,
You lean your brave lips down to meet with my crest,
That beauteous spl
Teeth Grind.I am a trade windTeeth Grind.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the stars
Constant but Changing
Growing but Shifting
Neglect is not Nurture
My Moods are Impure.
BurstWeekday girlBurst4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know Im yours.
You call me in those dead hours
And we wake the night
Make cities burn and playgrounds come alive
The streetlights burst as we pass
Dogs bark and car alarms sound
To mark our existence, our flame, our lives
Under these stars these weekday lights
We make our marks
With hopes theyll last forever
On our skin in our hearts
We burn and bruise
Were on fire.
You know Im yours.
ImprintWhat kind of imprint is placed there, at the edge of my heart?...Imprint2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The track of your foot if I well look at it,
this one which with you walked on it.
Even not the slightest track of your kisses adored,
or still the souvenir of your glance
simply put in the warmth of my memory.
I had thought them tattooed forever...
We feign, we fleeThe smile on the lipsWe feign, we flee3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moor is deserted
We discuss, we palaver
We whisper, and then
A bird sings
The brilliant eyes
The source coos
We sing, we feast
We play, and then
A flower grows
The brave heart
The sea declaims
We embrace, we love
We vibrate, and then
A child is born
The worried spirit
We feign, we flee
We cry, and then
A cloud passes.
Faithi don't want to prayFaith9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because it would mean
that i'm not sure of,
it would mean
that i don't feel deserves it
but still, i find
that my hands grip one another
and my mind whispers words
that are thrown together
words that scream to be said
but have no one to speak to
not you, definitely not you,
i can't have you leave me
because there's only so much
faith that someone can lose.
i can't make you stay
and what scares me the most
is that maybe you just don't want to.
i know that you believe in God
and that's hard for me
because if he is out there
he must hate my guts
as i purge them,
wasteful of what is given to me
he'll be ready to take you away
so i'm trying like you wouldn't believe.
i've never kept blood in my body
or food in my stomach
for such a long time.
but i can't help thinking
that this beautiful calm
is just waiting for a storm
and i am the embodiment of storm
if you say that you love me
i am likely to destroy
Hourly HellHourly Hell10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
acting busy in place of business is slow to yield excitement for living getting shot to hello greetings forced
by policy enforced overlay the person for the employee to be shown on a poster in a hellish hole in the
walls lined with worthless feeling people stock the shelves with wares of trivial expenditures racked up by
those with too much or too little inside folded leather bindings hold me to my post up front lies spread by those
in command of a staff they have no control over and over the cycle repeats
September 9, 2003
InsomniumInsomnium11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
toss and turn the body over under prison cell of cloth heated movement only possibility is to think of memories new and old time lost gained forgotten remembered items of daily life comes to crashing halt of all functions mental physical or otherwise lost to lack of light streaming through lids of sight reduced to naught sound distracting attention focused on achieving nothing is existing purely for the sake of time running out through in above over below all forms from shadow cast upon the walls seem to breathe in and out goes the soul trying to find the time passing through the clock ticking onward but never offward the body the brain the mind all lost to darkness encompasses all and the soul begins to fall through the sea of insanity setting in destroying all coherent thoughts streaming through the brain shuts off
Sept. 2, 2002
Lonely MisogynistLonely Misogynist11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caught between the grips of an emotional vice squeezing the life and love into a bitter ball of loathing the one I desire for the moment or eternity I cannot tell which is wicked
thoughts coursing throughout my mind aches to be listened to by the fairer sex is the only thing on my brain throbs inside the cloth shackles of the loins burn with intense yearning
for moist warmth encompasses my body when she's near or in my arms wrap around her legs around my head as I try to talk sweet nothings into the sacred port of creation and expulsion
from her presence cripples my will to keep searching for what I have lost gained or done to whatever could have would have should have probably never have but the creative process
builds up and deconstructs inside my skull pounded against the walls of mr romantic and sexual sides converging to a single line that is constantly blurred by the desires of a man
lonely for the cold physical love of a being of pure emotional warmth
April 28, 2003
UnheardSolem face.Unheard12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slightly bent and apathetic.
No one pays attention to him
slumped in his chair.
Blah blah blah.
Yak yak yak.
Spew spew spew.
Just until the bell rings, and people jumble again.
He's walking now, between buildings, lost in his world.
Powered by batteries and cords and ones and zeros and light.
Waves ramming into the canals and beating drums.
And bursts forth with vocalities that which have never been heard.
Raw power behind every note and emotion in every syllable.
Song has freed the coward from suffocation.
September 9th, 2001