Sleeping like the deadShe is always weirded out by spiders. They run too damn fast.
Their legs are spindly and black and pointy. Just something so wrong about that.
There shouldn't be anything in this world that exists small, that would be horrific if made large.
He loves bugs. All kinds of bugs. Big, small, green, black. Crunchy ones are best. The ones
that when stepped on make a nice cracking sound and spew guts.
That's what he loves.
She cannot sleep. Not much. Not easily.
She sees arms reaching toward her in the dark. Always in that stage
right before she falls asleep. The bridge to sleep is blocked by
He sleeps like a log, especially after a kill. Always after a kill. The warmer the blood,
the slower the death, the more pitiful the cries for mercy, the better the sleep.
It never ceases to amaze him.
The power of murder.
The smell of autumn comforts her. The cool breeze soothes as the curtains flow outward.
The full moon shines in and she cannot see spider
You didn't even perform an autopsyYou placed me in the bed of a sarcophagus.You didn't even perform an autopsy1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I asked, "Isn't this where you put dead people?"
"Then why am I here?"
"You're dead, of course."
StringTiny green spots on winter-dead branchesString2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A holocaust, a death-march, a tiny string of hope
Braver souls than I have retreated, phoned it in
Fascinated by that string, I want to pull it, I
Want to know
Close to the borderline, red drops, white snow
A stench hovers over the city, mad yellow cabs
Ray of sunlight glints through broken window
I begin to pull the string towards me, heartbeat;
The string breaks
Old fallout shelters revived, black planes fly
God isn’t here today, playing cards with Buddha
I look for you in the empty Wal-Mart, still hoping
That none of the blood on the barbed-wire is yours
You’re not there
Out in the field of old televisions, night falls hard
Sleeping beneath cardboard by the blue-screen light
Tomorrow I will find you in an abandoned garage
We will find the string, follow it to freedom, I think
It will happen
Ode to my loverBite marksOde to my lover2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tunnels of love
Faery CirclesI watch the modern world pass me by, stretching bark-hardened arms--broken at the elbows, ligaments torn, fingers splayed in all directions--in a balmy breeze. Centuries ago, I stumbled into a faery circle; I wonder how many lost souls, like me, are still screaming.Faery Circles2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i will not tolerate anything but love from youI left lithe liliesi will not tolerate anything but love from you11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your porch step,
petals open, smooth
with the sun's caress.
You left me frost flowers.
icy stems cracking with
the slightest touch.
'But they are beautiful,'
you pleaded as I poured
water onto them, melting
their wintry exterior.
'They are, but I despise
winter because you always
leave me icebound.'
Caesura--C.Sea foam layers salt ringsCaesura--C.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like age lines on beached birch wood,
shattered shells scattered like treasures
across soft sand that shifts itself
into hiding between bare skin
I watch turtles hatch and meander
like men toward different beginnings,
the veins of better things
etched like hieroglyphs
on humpbacked shells,
and I can't help but wonder
if maybe I should start crawling, too.
Instead, I pick bits of sea kelp
out of half-decaying seashells
and watch the sun
dip a goodbye to the breeze again.
They say you can hear the ocean
if you put one to your ear,
so I tilt my head and listen
to the whispers that beckon from
the bottom of a half-remembered
Lofted on a breeze
headed out like a ship on calm waves,
phantom voices bicker
over which promises to sell me;
I hiccup heavy heartbeats
and wonder why empty words
are so much easier to swallow
for the broken.
Shackles Falling (008)When the dandelions spread--Shackles Falling (008)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a yellow disease
across the brown lawn--
and thick ivy arms crept
down halls layered with dust,
we knew it was time to go.
a pair of memories
fate wanted lost--
the echoes of ghosts
as the city cheered
the building to brick dust
and empty foundations.
The start of a new month,
the shackles of your eyes
portals to a future without fur.
As the sun danced acrobatics
across the backs of our fading hands,
a grin free of fangs,
a boy once again--
plucked me one more weed
to wear in the clean braid
of my hair
as we skipped out on the moon.
ChatterboxShoes chatter,Chatterbox2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they converse in skateparks
and rub rubbers
behind bike sheds.
clip and staccato
in stilettos in the office
as workers file in
the undeveloped shoe voices
as sole meets corridor
skidding into class.
Another day begins,
with the news of the night before
scuffed into the pavement
as shoes chatter.
Four ElementsFour angels hold the Earth into the light.Four Elements2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They look at us. We do not see them.
I sit in the middle and I feel myself small.
They look at me, sublime and subtle.
The wind blows from the East, the fire from the South.
From West the water flows, from North the earth glows.
Four elements, surrounded by light –
God sends love; we do not feel it.
Angels are wise; Angels are quiet.
I can only hear them if I really want to.
They love and protect the Earth so much.
Also us, God’s children – billions and more.
We are like one being – from above, from far.
The soul of humanity wears a golden gown.
For God we are joy – we carry His light.
He sees us as a whole when He talks to us.
One has ardor, another one takes it easy;
You are close to the water, a rock resembles me.
We are not good/evil, we are energy.
We balance in universal harmony.
Four angels hold the Earth into the light.
They look at us. We do not call them.
Start calling them. They are at hand immediately.
spiralingi am addicted to hope and i haven't got my fix in a while,spiraling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't know how long i can go on
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –Weeping Willow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a
it would seem only the ocean knows of heartbreakyou are a loose cannon tied to my bow,it would seem only the ocean knows of heartbreak2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the seas here are too rough
to keep you on deck.
'this has never stopped you before,' you say.
'i am too old for you', i whisper,
when sleep should grasp my eyelids
and numb my body, but i am awake.
ever awake, ever rocking.
i can not sleep.
froth flays my helm, i become weaker
after every storm.
copper mornings, steeped in expectations
and your cheeriness, can never subdue the tides.
Evening SkyYour last breath,Evening Sky1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You lie in my arms!
The colour of your life,
Runs through my hands,
Which gave you so much love,
Touched you to give,
My lips tremble,
But they remain silent,
The world sinks in pain!
In me slowly burns
Your paradise to dust!
The ashes of your life,
The clear crystal of my soul,
So gently covered,
As the evening sky,
Hugs my loneliness!
Birds of night,
Glide on silent wings,
Through the land of my dreams,
In which they take my heart
And carry it
Over the abyss of my life!
There they tear it apart,
In thousands of pieces so small,
Raining down on my life
In my darkness!
I see through my silent tears,
Which blur the beautiful moon
In the evening sky,
I see how I cry red tears!
They dip the moon
In a silent red!
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my grief.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my love.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of your life.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my pain.
Incidentialsole morning glory,Incidential2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
loops itself through the brass gate,
and into mine heart.
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,October Full Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You draw me slowly to yearning distances,
And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,
I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.
The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,
And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,
I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.
From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.
Our love was already gone before it began.
I could only search but I never found you.
The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,
I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.
The gossamers of past dreams
Cover my thoughts like a web.
They make the brown-colored leafless trees shake
As well as my walk.
October full moon, take me with you on the journey.
Help me to fly to the other side of summer.
In a magical, eternal way
You and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
Alivefarthest from my mindAlive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the thought of turning back
and drowning in a sea of thoughts,
struggling for air -
i do not want my mind possessed,
with whispers of ‘never, never’
rustling within me like a taffeta skirt
across the floor –
i want to be alive,
not simply breathing –
a survivor, not a victim.
To My LoveWhen I look into your faceTo My Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always feel strong emotions.
When I look into your eyes
I see the deep blue northern seas.
When I look upon your lips
I wish that you would give me a kiss.
When I look at your stature
I am thinking of some strong and wise king of ancient legend.
And when you are moving
It seems like a swan gliding over the water.
That is what you are for me
And what I always want you to be.
Ineffablepainting my red roseIneffable1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
yellow so you don't have to
see my agony.
A Caged Bird Cannot SingCages.A Caged Bird Cannot Sing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walk out of one,
In to another.
Create your final melody.
Keys that open.
Keys that play.
Keys of ivory.
Keys of silver.
Unlock my cage,
Set this poor soul free!
Free to dance,
With this melody.
Let me fly!
Fly into the deep,
Fly with wings,
Wings of white,
Eyes that follow the shining light!
Set me free,
Oh little bird,
Let me play the song you sing
On these keys of ivory!
Take my place,
Oh little bird,
Oh dying bird.
For one needs wings to fly.
A labyrinth of cages.
Some that lead up,
cardinal red, magnetic northbut that is what we are,cardinal red, magnetic north2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like it's so natural,
our souls a constant buzz, our minds
a juggernaut of thoughts and fears -
well, we can be titanic
in this cheap, imitation catastrophe
(this silence: is that all
you got for me?)
the failed escape artistshe is a snowflake-skinned sighthe failed escape artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
floating on the winds of Eurus,
playing tic-tac-toe on her skin.
she always comes out the loser
standing on the road between
two worlds, she wonders when
she started to read the map wrong,
because this isn’t the
second star from the right.
she can burn the pictures,
but she can’t burn her memories.
and damn it,
her wanderlust is trying to
pull her up, up, and away
but the desolation is keeping
its slimy tentacle wrapped
around her ankle and
Queen of Crime Novel missed for 11 DaysThe mystery of Agatha Christie’s disappearance remained unsolved.Queen of Crime Novel missed for 11 Days1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Agatha Christie was the most successful criminal author of all time. Her stories about Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple have thrilled millions of readers for more than fifty years and some of her ingenious cases confused even her shrewdest admirers. But with her death in January 1976 she left a real life secret behind that was so amazing as if she had thought it out herself.
In December 1927 – when she was already a celebrated criminal author – Agatha Christie disappeared for nearly two weeks. The headlines of the papers announced the most sensational theories to a breathless circle of readers. Suicide, abduction, murder. The police was looking for any clues why she had disappeared – but in vain.
Agatha Christie was born in September 1890 as daughter of a wealthy American who lived with his English wife in Torquay, Devon. The family lived in luxurious means and Agatha received only few regular class
The Great PerhapsPerhaps the stars are in the sky for the number of souls that I love.The Great Perhaps1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps the sun shows that we should also radiate like her.
Perhaps the night hides all our dark sides.
Perhaps the laughter takes away the pain and gives hope.
Perhaps the sea does not know where to spread, knows no bottom.
Perhaps the waves hit the shore, at low tide and high tide.
Perhaps the cycle of the sun, over hill and vale.
Perhaps the bothering dream, day and night.
Perhaps a balance tilts to the left or right.
Perhaps an uncertain decision, whether yes or no.
Perhaps is the dance rhythm of possibilities
Perhaps sits as deep as the sea of time.
Angels Guide Your WayAngels heal your wounds.Angels Guide Your Way2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
During the night in your tearful hours
They put their wings tender and warm
Around your shoulders like an arm.
You will feel peace in you,
Calmness that enters the heart.
He will softly touch the soul
So that grief flees silently.
He soothes quietly with gentle hand
Scars that still burn in you,
Then you will recognize happiness as well.
This has found its way to you today.
Hope will carry you with a smile
Faith will lead you to the light.
Close your eyes without questions,
Feel the confidence in you.
Angels guide your way,
No matter where your step leads you to.
When you cross narrow paths
You will feel how he touches you softly.