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.
Secrets, SecretsSecrets, Secrets,Secrets, Secrets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are no fun,
When they're shared with everyone.
Cause me pain,
Because I don't feel the same.
or there will be hell to pay.
That's where I want you until I die.
Come to life
On those many dreamless nights.
Kill me now,
Because you know so many ways how.
Are for me,
So stay away, can't you see
Drove me insane
And now I will never be the same.
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
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
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….
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
Love Hurts“Love hurts”.Love Hurts1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never knew the meaning of those words.
How could something so beautiful be so curt?
Why do they say it flies away like a bird?
“Stop this nonsense”.
They never did quite understand or see.
Our love has no consequence
As I was meant for you and you for me.
“Don’t choose with your ego”.
I’m not doing this all for me or for you.
I just love his smile that always does glow,
And between us, things are never blue.
“He will break you”.
Please do not just assume that
What happened to you will happen to me too.
I would know if he was a threat.
“There is no such thing as fate”.
You say it with such conviction,
Are you so quick to hate?
You have never seen the darkness brighten
That one girlShe's that one girl you see with the pencil wovenThat one girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between her skinny fingers
She's the one who sits in the corner
instead of the middle of the room
The one who's always last to speak
The one who's words are kept secret to everyone
Always the one who bites
her own tongue
She's the girl who's beautiful
but doesn't think the same way
She's the one who can't be convinced
of the talents she holds
The flare that ignites the lives of the people around her
but she can't feel the heat for herself
She is weighed down by the insecurities she slings
over her shoulders
She's unconvinced of her own style
her own special self
She's the girl who paints
She's the girl who draws
She's the girl who writes
But second guesses every stroke of her brush
to every letter she prints
Shes that one girl whose eyes display a world
all her own
But she sees a somber world
staring back at her
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
PainI am in so much painPain2 years 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”
A Gravedigger's Apprentice: Ch 1Old Man SuttersA Gravedigger's Apprentice: Ch 18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dragging the corpse of a full grown man was awkward. Even in life, the beer-bloated Mr. Sutters hadn't been fond of moving, and apparently not even death could change his ways. The cocooned body made a horrible slithering sound as the unwrapped feet scraped the frozen ground, and Horatio was reminded why he hated his job. In warmer months, Sir would help him carry the corpse and the shovel, but alas; Sir’s arthritis thrived in cold weather, leaving him useless and Horatio dragging the fat body alone using his own, disproportionately slim weight. The clouds that occasionally drifted over the half-moon didn’t help either.
Sir was grinning at him, Horatio could see, Sir’s long yellow teeth glinting gold in the light cast from the lantern he held in his craggy hands. “Don’ hurry now, sonny, but the doc
Depression like lipstick stainsOn some days,Depression like lipstick stains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the angel dust
settled in my bones
keeping these December limbs
& Sunday-morning-coffee eyes
But, other days-
other days, I don't know
what to do
with your tornado kisses,
rage teeth that bite
& tear at my poetic insanity.
With these miles and miles
of bodies & hollow space
between our magnetic hearts-
How is it that these light-year pulses
still beat in sync?
.to the.1 year 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.Pathetique9 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
the pilot's daughterI would swallowthe pilot's daughter7 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
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.
Nervesheart beats:Nerves9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as regular as a clock’s,
but as fast as a runner’s.
fingers entwined in hair,
spin, twirl, spin.
palms sweating ,
wishing you could disappear.
excitement. dread. fear. emptiness.
trying to regain control,
but to no avail.
the world starts in slow motion;
the future creeps closer.
but the heart beats only faster,
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.
...i'd like to see the stars, fall...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
we used to fly togetheri've got a good memory,we used to fly together4 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
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars.7 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