No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Reflections of a Teenage SuperReflections of a Teenage SuperReflections of a Teenage Super5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[Author's Note: This story takes place eight years after the movie. | Spot the cameo!]
"I'm THE DASH!"
I heard this cry come from a small kid, maybe nine or ten years old, who was standing at the corner of the elementary school playground, surrounded by a dozen other children, some of them younger than the one making the proclamation. He leapt up onto a large rock to strike a pose: one arm ridiculously flexed, the other swinging out in a dramatic fashion. He had on a red teeshirt with a big yellow "D" in puffy paint on the middle, and he had red sweatpants with yellow stripes down the sides that anyone could buy at a local clothing store. He also had a black strip of fabric tied around his head, eyeholes cut out that didn't quite match up level. I chuckled and shook my head a little, but it was meant with good nature.
My costume didn't look anything like that.
I'm sure some kids had gotten ideas
JI curl up and exhale and watch as the steam circles and spirals in the air.J1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The tears freeze half way down my cheek,
only to be melted once new tears race down,
the grass is keeping me both warm and cold.
I wish you were here
when the world gets to much
Do you see?You see these tears?Do you see?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not shedding them for you.
You see my smile?
I’m not grinning for you.
You see my eyes?
They aren’t lighting up for you.
You see my blood?
It isn’t burning for you.
You feel my heart?
It’s not beating for you.
You know these feelings
That keep me up till 3am?
It’s not because of you.
You see the way I make
Extravagant hand motions when I’m excited?
That’s not for you.
You feel my rage and anger?
That is indeed for you.
Do you still not see?
Do you still not understand?
After all the times
I have hurt you
And thrown you away….
You still want to be here
You still want to be by my side…
Maybe it is me who does not see…
Maybe it is me who does not understand….
That even after all those times…
You do understand
I’m not really mad at you…
I’m just upset at myself…
You’ll always be my friend…
Maybe I’ll never know why….
PainI am in so much painPain1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It hurts me every single day
A piece of glass for my heart
It too easily comes apart.
Torn by hurtful words that came from you
“Why do I breathe the same air you do?”
My existence wavers on this Earth
Soon will I become one with the dirt?
No one ever seems to notice me
Will I ever be set free?
To be valued and noticed by you
Is all I ever want to do.
But I don’t know how much longer
I can try to reconquer
The space I once held in your heart
While it turns more tart.
With flowers on my grave
This I dare say…
“Keep your trivial love that tears so deep
And my experience I shall keep.
Here I shall say adieu
And become a person anew”
.to the.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
star gazers out
on dusty bridges-
the ones who
could never see
PathetiqueHer name was Aria, and she talked through her music.Pathetique8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Otherwise, she was silent. Nobody knew why; just that something awful had happened to her, something awful enough to take away her voice. Her eyes were always sad, and her smiles were always forced.
Sometimes, I’d hear her play the piano. When she played, her sadness would disappear, replaced by something like bliss; but only for as long as the song lasted. If one listened closely when she played, one can hear her voice: sweet, sincere. And if one looked closely enough, a genuine smile can be seen. But she’s in another world, one of music, unreachable by the rest of us.
I asked her to play for me once, to which she obliged happily. She chose the second movement of Beethoven’s Eighth Sonata. I knew it was one of her favorites because I had heard her play it often. She always executed the piece flawlessly - the beautiful A major chords, the famous cantabile melody, the rise and fall of each line. I could tell w
What The World Is AboutHe said "Daddy, you're the best."What The World Is About1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He said "Son, I love you."
He said "Mommy, hold me close to your chest."
She said "Come here, Baby."
He said "Sister, Why are you so mean?"
She said "Because you don't know what it's like to be me."
And every Christmas, he'd get what he wanted due to his father always at work
Every Spring, he'd play in the sun even if it was just him alone
Every summer, he said he wanted a brother, and mommy said no
Every fall, he said loved going to school
He just wanted to have fun
He was only five and never understood what the world was about
He just wished to be happy forever
He said "Daddy, why are you so mean?"
He said "Because, you wouldn't understand."
He said "Mommy, when will my brother be born?
She said "Soon. Come feel him with your hand."
He said "Sister, Why don't you love me?"
She said "Just leave me alone, I just want to be free."
And Every Christmas, he'd get clothes for presents because Daddy got fired
Every spring, he'd play outside by hi
MidnightAt midnight, a child is born, and she is everything her parents always wanted.Midnight2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At 1 AM, she skips off to kindergarten in her new blue dress, grasping her Barbie lunchbox, blonde pigtails flying behind her as she races the boy across the street to the bus stop.
At 2 AM, she puts away her toys.
At 3 AM, she is the only girl in all of sixth grade who still has a Barbie lunchbox, and she has no friends.
At 4 AM, she accepts her place as an outsider looking in.
At 5 AM, her hair is greasy and her room is messy and her grades are dropping, and she is everything her parents never wanted.
At 6 AM, she fights herself for the right to go on living.
At 7 AM, she meets a boy, and he is everything she always dreamed he would be, and they fall in love and nothing else matters.
At 8 AM, they forget to use condoms just one time.
At 9 AM, her child is born, and the boy of her dreams left her long ago, and her father is dying, and there is nobody who can help her, and her life is every
093. Simplicitychildhood.093. Simplicity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
simplicity is dancing around in your bedroom
when nobody is watching.
simplicity is a child’s laugh,
innocent, and young at heart
simplicity is the sound of sweet lullabies,
knowing that you are safe and sound.
simplicity is daydreaming,
of the future,
and what joy it may bring to you.
simplicity is lying in an open field,
counting the stars
in the night sky.
simplicity is watching
the sunset with him
without a word.
we used to fly togetheri've got a good memory,we used to fly together3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i was surprised to find the box;
full of our scribbled conversations
and protestations (no, that's not right)
declarations, no, dreams
of what the future might look like.
we were young, vibrant, and
beautiful (and inseparable, once)
and we thought we knew how to
take hold of the future.
for my part, i struggled with
age as if i had a chance of winning;
our battles were the talk of the town.
you, you took to the passing of time
with an eagerness that showed
just how ready you were
to put away
the notions of childhood.
i've got a good memory,
but it's easy to be selective,
pick and choose the moments
that i want to relive.
we were foolish, confident
(and oh, so alive)
and we fell into our roles
with a predictability
that is near miraculous
i doomed myself to the role of
the forever-child, always looking back,
always dreaming of the carefree days.
you quickly ran out of adventures,
and set about finding new myst
if only you knew how to swimthey say it’s just like walking,if only you knew how to swim9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
except without the security
of the ground beneath your feet.
and you sink instead.
you open your eyes underneath the water;
and for just a moment,
you see a picture of
your lungs scream for air.
inhale. because you’re not
sure what else to do,
and because there doesn’t
seem to be a way back up.
panic as water starts to fill up your lungs.
you reach for someone,
anyone, even though you know
you’re alone. still,
you find the strength to kick.
relief as air fills the body.
but not for long;
the water was stronger.
it drags you down again.
panic sets in;
you hold your breath.
but you stop trying.
you wonder if it’s still worth it;
to fight. or if it’s just better to
close your eyes.
let the water hold you. fill up
every inch of your body.
if only you knew how to swim.
And even still...Wishes upon a star,And even still...1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the brilliance of the sun,
Fleeting like stardust
Blink – it’s gone.
And even still…
The sparkle that is left behind
Never fades easily
From the trenches of the mind.
Like butterfly’s wings
Are fragile, be gentle
Or breakage it brings.
And even still…
The powder left behind,
On your fingertips it does dance,
As it goes unrefined.
Mirrors on the wall,
Like shimmering water,
It can distort the image,
And the ego it does slaughter.
And even still…
The cracks it leaves behind,
Do leave room to be filled
With the kindness of mankind.
Robots Have Souls TooChapter 9:Robots Have Souls Too3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Storm the Castle
GLaDOS looked up weakly as her captor walked past. Her entire body was overheated from Joseph Rattmann's abuse and constant use of her systems. GLaDOS could feel the heat of her hardware ebbing off of her in waves. She felt like she had a robotic version of a fever.
"The final preparations are almost complete, tonight I shall reign as earth's newest king!" Joseph Rattmann laughed.
"And earth's shortest lived king," GLaDOS growled angrily. "My systems can't take much more of this you idiot!"
"Ah, is my reluctant queen a little cranky?" the mad man sneered as he reached his hand out to touch GLaDOS's faceplate.
"Don't you touch me!" GLaDOS smacked the hand away with a quick swipe of her head.
"Still have some fight left I see," Joe Rattmann laughed. "I can fix that."
GLaDOS's eye widened in fright just before a surge of electricity coursed through her. "Aaahhh-!" GLaDOS metaphorically bit her lip trying to hold the pain in so that Joseph couldn't have the plea
ReverberationsSilence filled the concert hall. Michael’s heart pounded, and his palms sweated. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. This is the dream he’d been dreaming for all his life. The eighteen-year-old boy closed his eyes; he placed his hands on the piano, and began to play.Reverberations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every person has a story, just as every piece has a story – it just depends on how the pianist decides to tell it.
The piece started out slowly; the first note reverberated through the concert hall.
His story started three months ago.
It was like every other typical day – Michael was driving his little sister, Noelle, to her violin audition. It was snowing slightly, and with the exception of the ice on the roads, the weather was quite favorable. While he hadn’t had much experience with driving on the ice, Michael was perfectly confident that it’d be alright – which was why he hadn’t bothered to ask one of his parents to drive. They seemed overworked lately, a
I Am a WriterI am a writer.I Am a Writer2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.
I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.
I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat
I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.
the pilot's daughterI would swallowthe pilot's daughter6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if poetry alone
could fly me to you.
flight risk or no,
I wish you
clear skies ahead ;
I will wait for you
seven ways to win your best friend's heart i. tell her things will be okayseven ways to win your best friend's heart 5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cover her imperfections,
replace her insecurities with compliments
( you helped me learn to love myself )
ii. forgive her
when she apologizes.
wrap her in a tight hug.
tell her it’s okay.
( i’m sorry i ever hurt you. )
iii. take her feelings
( my anger, sadness, and worries. )
put them on a shelf.
and help her walk away.
iv. don’t break your promises
( that hurts more than you know )
and don’t make promises
if you know they’ll be broken.
v. make her laugh
until she’s crying tears of joy
and you can’t get her to stop.
( i love how your jokes only get cheesier )
even if destiny takes you miles away.
( don’t leave, because i’ll miss you. )
that she’ll do the same for you
( because i love you. )
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
(I won't need you)The last time I saw you, frost(I won't need you)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
was lingering on the windowsill, penetrating
through a layer of glass and
attaching itself to the
walls of my bedroom.
I’ve packed and unpacked my
bags, told myself I would
told myself that I would let
I haven’t forgotten the way your
eyes looked on the day
we said our
Or the way that your lip curled
up into a forced smile
as tears pooled in the corners
of your eyes.
One day, I will finally pack my bags
and forget how sad we were
when you boarded that
plane and never called again.
One day, I won’t need to remember
what color your eyes were just
to make myself happy.
One day, I won’t need
DreamDream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I close my eyes
I dream faraway
and lose myself in
a world deep in my Head.
Where there are
Rivers of Silver
Trees of Gold
Flowers that glisten at dusk
Silver dew that
Gathers on emerald blades of grass
And birds with iridescent wings
that sing at dawn
The Queens and Kings'
Kingdom is the night sky
And their subjects are
Shootings stars and comets.
A realm of beauty and terror
And by day the world is ruled by
the golden sun
By night, reigned over by
the silver moon
And when I wake
This world will disappear
because this is
Only a dream.
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.weighted down6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissing stars,
and that I hold the secrets of creation
inside my soul, but all I can think about
is how huge the universe is.
3. He breaks up with me at night.
For hours, I lean against my truck in
the driveway and look at the sky.
Stars are cold and distant,
I realize. The universe is big
4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell me