A is for AlgebraD disliked starting each day. She'd ratherA is for Algebra10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
squander her time writing of dusty dreams
late at night by candlelight. This bothered
F who loathed the part where father must wake
unwilling daughter firmly from slumber.
Her eyes remain sleep-stained until M rakes
a warm washrag across her face. Brother
e, now a teenager who refuses
to capitalize his name, walks sister
to the bus-stop where B drives them to school
with a frown on his face. J, K, and L
form her usual clique. They chat until rules
force them to part ways when they'd rather stay
and gossip about H--though, i don't know
what they see in him. G drones on today
about grammar (they still teach that?) until
even the bell is exasperated
and offers to sound in pity and fill
the halls with familiar hullabaloo.
On the way to her next class, D spots O,
her friend whose affinity for junk food
has left her with contours that even eggs
must envy. They walk to Mr. A
the Butcheringthe Butchering12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tears burn behind my eyes
as ever so carefully
I asked the question.
Perhaps I knew the answer, but still
I had to ask.
Maybe, I thought, there will be concern
and care felt in the hesitation.
Confused and confusing,
staring unbelieving, listening
searching for reason
knowing the answer will be certain.
Still I must ask
still I must seek
sense or peace.
Dawns the awakening.
Now it's done.
We breathe in slow motion silence.
Will you cry, I thought I heard you sigh.
I only imagined...
It began as a ripping
an excruciating rending
as the knife sliced downward through my center
carefully scraping my bones.
I wanted to wail,
such a painful motion this is
this tearing away of love
this cutting from the sinew
from the muscles, the very heart of my being.
Let it be over soon.
It's nearly impossible to stand
(I cannot stand)
It's nearly impossible to wait
(I want to run)
DisplacementDisplacement13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i sink in one foot at a time
with the same anticipation
i would have while stepping into
the shadow of your naked body
if you were standing in front of me
i submerge myself
in the depths of lonely night
water hot with the scent
of your breath
if you were breathing on me
instead of the steam that
pricks my skin
and rises like your
face above mine would
if you were here.
i lay back slowly
letting it run through my hair
as your fingers would
if you were here
and it rises past my shoulders
drowning them in streams
of heat as you would
with your tongue
if you were here
it encircles my breasts
where your tongue would paint me
swallows my nipples
where your lips would embrace me
fills my navel and pours over
my waist sending pools
down between my lips
where you would part me
if you werent apart from me
i let the water hit me
where you are missing
let it bead up on my skin
and gush inside me
the space you would fill
with your electricity
heat and fire
if you were here
i arc back in dream and p
eyelashes closingnonexistant poem number 2eyelashes closing10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll pull a line with
chalk and if one emotion ever dares to walk over it again
cut it into pieces
and glue it onto paper
and call it collage number three.Yeah , this is how it goes. I have learned to convert feelings into art before they even show my mind what could be wrong with me. Before they even try to change
the way that I perceive
emotions are better when thrown into
cans of paint and swirled
a thick brush
size 20 or something . Just large enough
to make it drown inside the colours.
And now come on I do not .. want to hear any worried exclaims from the mother of emotions : love.
Because I have handled that one quite well , just a few weeks ago.
See my gallery ?
here is love. Crucified behind glass.
Kept safely on the wall with several nails.
Sadness? Just around the corner
you see that painting with the thick black border?that is sadness
so as you see
stress yourself it is so so easy to manage emotio
White Pills, Lights and LiesWhite Pills, Lights and Lies10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I always said from the start no one could save me. Not my parents, not the doctors, not myself. I didn't really want to be saved.
Four o clock in the morning, found lying on the floor of my bedroom, a breath away from death, with a bottle of pills scattered across the floor. So I had everything, or so it seemed to others. I just wanted to get away. It wasn't hard to take the pills. All I had to do was think of everything that made me cry, everything they did to hurt me. No one would have missed me if I were gone..
Sometimes hell seems more inviting than life. Maybe life is hell
They got the phone and dialled. Flashing lights and oxygen masks.
My life dangling on a string.
They fucking got me.
I woke up to the stench of disinfectant, and white reflective hospital walls. The room spun, and the walls closed in on me. I screamed and cried, no one came.
I couldn't believe I was awake; I didn't want to think that it had
Broken Kunai - SasuHinaBROKEN KUNAI</i>Broken Kunai - SasuHina7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What am I going to tell Hinata?"
Sasuke paced back and forth in front of a large, wilting tree that stodd in it's place outside the Ninja Academy. He held in his hands a broken kunai. A kunai that Hinata had lent him. Hinata's kunai that he had broken.
He felt bad.
It was only a kunai, he thought. But then again, Hinata was so sensitive that Sasuke feared she might burst into tears if he told her he'd broken her kunai.
She was kind, and he was thankful for that. He had chosed quite the wrong day to forget his kunai pouch, as Kakashi had planned a surprise training assault for them. She was a damn sight nicer than Naruto, though, who refused to share anything in his legal possession. And he hadn't asked Sakura because he was afraid she'd start worshipping the "kunai that Sasuke-kun touched".
But what to do know?
"Just give it back," he told himself. "She's nice, she'll probably just forgive you. It was an accident after all."
The kunai (which was supposed to
I Can SeeI can see in your tender face,I Can See10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A unique and beautiful grace,
Colors found in no other cheek.
I can see in your attentive eye,
A unique and beautiful sky,
A special look that can speak.
I can see in your floating hair,
A unique and beautiful care,
Giving the feeling of a Queen.
I can see in your cautious hand,
A unique and beautiful land,
A faraway Earth never seen.
I can see in your loving heart,
A unique and beautiful part,
In a busy and lively life.
A Riddle For YouA Riddle For You10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll learn it like their mighty catechism,
before you ever know it like the back of your hand
and you'll study it like a famous painting
but it may never take life in your weak eyes.
The things they teach in school,
never will ever touch you where this does.
If a word is a whisper,
then an action is screamed at you.
A promise is hollow,
and trust is a precious gem
(fucking poetic now, aren't we?)
and both can be broken, snapped in half, crushed.
Impale yourself in the seas of "fucked"
clench your fists and prepare to bleed.
What if this all = nothing, and that goddamned tripping caterpillar was right?
So what IS greater than God,
and more evil than the devil...?
It's a fucking riddle, you prick