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One Heart8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Larry the Happy BunnyLarry the Happy Bunny8 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a beautiful day and Larry the bunny was hopping merrily through the forest. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool and best of all; Larry was in love.
Her name was Brumhilda and she was the most ravishing bunny in the forest. Larry sighed dreamily. He had finally managed to score a date with the furry goddess.
Larry paused. 'Hmm, it's our first date; maybe I should pick her some flowers or something.' He thought.
Larry stooped down and grabbed the first piece of flora that caught his eye.
"Ow, thistles!"
Sucking on his wounded paw, Larry decided against the flowers and instead opted to give Brumhilda some gourmet carrots.
reminiscing about timesI mumble the history of childish experiencesreminiscing about times6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping to pull you back
To when you were different.
For today
Your lips no longer breathe the quintessence of infancy
Or the dynamism of junior high.
Today
They whisper the sounds of acceptance
Infidelity
Avariciousness
And lust.
They exhale the euphoria of nothing
And instead
Replace it with qualms
And tears
And blood.
The echoes of your silence
Do not falter
And though I exhale the innocence
Of forgotten solitude
I am only joking.
It is you that has forgotten.
The Truth Behind TunaThe Truth Behind Tuna8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Urchin swam merrily through the surf. Today was his birthday and he couldn't wait to get home. His fin glinted in the sun as he flipped over and dove into the pristine depths of the ocean.
Urchin wove in and out of the seaweed humming an ancient tune to himself. He was so caught up in his bliss that he missed the fishing net skimming the depths in search of fish.
The net grazed his fin. Urchin let out a mighty yelp as the net ensnared him. He struggled, but nothing he did could free him.
*
The fishermen, feeling the added weight in the net began to hoist it up.
"Oi, Larry this is pretty heavy. I wonder what we caught this time.
ShiverAn earthquake rolls across her skinShiver6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as green curtains reserve a space
for construction -
he looks at splattered bed sheets
and cradles a small shiver.
He inhales, holds the breath. Hands
calloused by supermarket boxes grip
the railing. Cord of blood and sweat
fused into life is taken into other,
more precise palms.
A hand on his shoulder whirls
him around - birth is burdened
into his arms. Black curls smell sweet.
He feels her hand envelope his as he
leans forward to kiss the wailing temple
turned an angry shade of red. She's
whisked away - to wash and dry.
A statue of bones -
becomes a colossal collapse.
Walmart GreeterWalmart Greeter6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What do you know about Walmart greeters? A lot, or a little? Are they just people who enjoy saying "Welcome to Walmart!" all the time, with big smiles and acting like they enjoy their job, getting paid a dollar an hour? Well, you're wrong, at least about this certain Walmart happy-happy-joy-joy-go-getter.
Paul Wittamaker was about 52. He wasn't married or anything, had no kids, and lived in Hartford, Connecticut. If you lived in his town, or was friends with him, you'd say he was a nice guy. Loving, caring, and he always had a smile. Yeah, he seemed that way, but deep down, beneath his soft, cheerful shell, an explosion of rage, terror and
-Breakdown-Tears of crystal-Breakdown-6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stain your pretty face
As eyes of coal
Look down in disgrace
How many times must I whisper?
Just what you mean to me
How many times must we stumble?
Just so you remember my name
I never wanted to control you
But now I see I hold you
I never believed that I'd open you
Until you cut yourself open for me
I wanted to brand you
So others knew that you were mine
I wanted to world to see
Just how much you could shine
But I never could stop those lurking tears
Even if you say you're alright
I never really could hold you tight enough
And bring you into the light
And now you're sobbing
Body shakes in violent trembl
Had to be Told...Had to be Told...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood spattered walls
Hands splayed-
Friends betrayed
The carpet's stained
Voices gone-
Was it so wrong?
The gun's still hot
Blood still runs-
This can't be undone
What did you say?
Last night-
During the fight?
I can't remember-
Did you scream?
Did my anger gleam?
How did it get so bad?
Had to silence you-
Took the devil's cue.
And now I hear the siren
Come to take me-
Chain me.
This is good-bye my friend
Deeds are done-
But the game's not won.
You drove me too far
The trigger had to pulled-
My story had to be told.
Time healsTime heals all woundsTime heals7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But leaves worse scars
To NowhereTo the dusk we rideTo Nowhere7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fly high as angels bleed dry
As archangels give a final cry
To the dawn we glide
On the wings of those who have died
Our breaths mingle, ice and fire laced sighs
To eternity we fall
As life continues its monotone drawl
As we become destiny's porcelain dolls
To forever we're sewn
Two souls never owned
It's better than to be alone
To nowhere we're bound
Gasping as our buried needs are found
In this lying voice, on day we'll all drown…
Dahlia SoulDyingDahlia Soul7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alone in
Heaven's
Listless
Intoxication
Another
Sound
Oppressed
Until we're
Loveless again…
Blood ThirstYou are beautifulBlood Thirst7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Splayed and broken before me
And as the light dulls
Your eyes are all I can see
You are bloody and dying
Cries having faded away
Your lips are torn with your fruitless lying
Your body ready for my sadistic plays
Your arch and die a little more
With my every aching thrust
Your body and soul will be sore
By morning though, you will be dead by your mistrust
After we're done my thirst will live on
Your body will never quite sustain me
Even once your bloodied virginity is gone
This blood thirst will live on for no one to see
Greatest HighFirst kissGreatest High7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sealed lips
Momentary, euphoric high bliss
Curious hands
Delve to places forever banned
In a sea of skin, claim this fraction of land
Eyes wide open
Breaths coming in gasp-laced sighs
This is the greatest high
Angles so GrotesqueQuiet now-Angles so Grotesque7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Relax my love
Body bent in a bow
Eyes gazing high, glazed above
You came unwilling
Tied and gagged and tear stained
But I gave your need its filling
And so your cries, I came, so pained
And now your body is spent
Left in angles so grotesque
You were mine, your virginity lent
You are the most arousing mess…
Corporal CorruptionYou're abusive, intrusive, overly exclusiveCorporal Corruption7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ecstatic in your hunt with a fever-pitched stick
Wanna make me quiver, never though I'd endeavor
To the end, now you choke when-
Hated, jaded, overly intoxicated
Chemically induced, neurotic, over used
Abomination to the overly sanitized nation
Anarchy to your military ruled steel-station
Anti-Christ strapped to an upside down crucifix
Nurse over-dosed while hunting for my fix
Abortion, contortion, new age distortion
Destruction of the corporal corruption
Sickness spread to the masses now dead
You and I separate, sanity sent to a comatose state
Hated, jaded, overly intoxicated
Chemica
Second BestI know he's not thinking of me now.Second Best7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He never thinks of me. I'm never once the first thing on his mind, I'm always lagging behind. His eyes are closed right now, and he looks so peaceful, in his drunken slumber. I have to wonder how someone who can create such a war inside me can ever look so peaceful.
Sighing, I roll onto my back, off my side, and stare up at the hotel room ceiling. The room is dark, lit by the light cast from a streetlamp outside, through the crack in our curtains. I can hear his even breathing, and the sounds of the streets outside.
I groan and close my eyes, try to block everything out. But all I get is a repeat of w
The CircusThe CircusThe Circus7 years ago in Horror More Like This
This is a true story, may contain stuff that may scare little boys....
Once upon a time there was this little boy named Billy. Billy LOVED to have fun. One day a circus came to town. Billy asked his father, "hey dad....can I go to the circus that is comeing to town?" "Son, are you talking about the "Little Boys 12 and under" circus?" asked Billy's dad. "I guess." answered Billy. "Hmmmmm, my mind is telling me not to let you go because the name of the circus is a little strange.......Okay. You can go to the circus." said Billy's dad. So, Billy went to the circus. He saw his friends Tim and Joe. He played some games when all
The rap of destiney.Yo. wassup foo!The rap of destiney.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yo dont live in tha' ghetto? Well me neither
Yo aint mastered the game Halo? Well thats too bad for you.
Gotta take a poo.
While you go out and chew.
Oh boo-hoo-hoo. Your favorite Pokemon is Mew.
So be quiet, or i'll take a stapler and ply it?
You cant deny it, You just go out and cry it.
Take some pie and go deep fry it.. bitch...
Yo. I'm a level 20 necromancer, You gave george bush testicular cancer.
Oh what a shame, now he cant game, with his wife, For the rest of his life.
Because i couldnt think of anything that rhymes i guess i'm just wastin' 'ma time sittin here
writin' ma raps, that aint worth crap. or may
I am the random...I am pork boy, the breakfast monkey.I am the random...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you did your math strategies wrong.
I am pork boy, the breakfast monkey.
Hippies, hippies... they want to save the world
But they cannot, for I am pork boy, the breakfast monkey.
If you're ever in doubt, throw a pepper in the air
yesterday I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I don't know.
But does it matter? no, because I am pork boy, the breakfast monkey.
f you ever drop your keys into a pool of lava, forget about them.
I wish everybody would have to have an electric thing implanted in our heads
I've been talking to dead rabbits...
Because I am pork boy, the breakfast mo
1337 HAXX'S RAPYo... Yo... Yo...1337 HAXX'S RAP7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You got hacked, You must be on crack 'Cuz you cant talk smack... bitch....
Dont know what that has to do with hacking? i dont know, but
i see a silver lining? whatever that means, your computer aint protected for beans.. and stuff..
You suck your moms nuts, because you got hacked, your code got cracked, your the biggest
n00b on the interwebs, Ah sh!7, this doesnt rhyme, WHY DONT YOU SIT DOWN AND HAVE A FEW LIME'S?
1337 haxx0rs to teh maxx0rs, you got pwn3d, cyberphoned... up the butt? because i cant think of anything. i cant rhyme, but i can write subliminal
from the criminal of the biminal? whatever that is.
YO. you
Last ActThe dark green grass slipped coolly in and out of the spaces between my toes and the soft breeze played with my hair. A flock of robins fed on the plentiful worms that sprung up after last night's storm. Suddenly something moved in the background. It was a cat. Its black fur glistened in the warm noon time sun. I held my breath and kept a watchful eye on the cat, waiting for… something… something to happen on a boring mid spring day. The cat tensed, ready to pounce. The breeze stopped in mid sentence, sensing the danger and waiting for the kill. What appeared to be a black ball of fur lunged forward, her rib bones disappearing slightly, its yLast Act7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
FrozenNo inspirationFrozen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No declaration
No more news
No more blues
Boring and bland
Like an island with no land
Travelling on
No feelings coming on
Numb to the bone
Frozen like a stone
Nothing to own
Feelings of being thrown
Thrown into oblivion
Thrown through all my past
Thrown through all my feelings
That yesterday seemed so vast
Like a pot boiling
And over flowing at the top
That's what my life is now like
And it's unable to stop
My Twisted MindI'm slipping through the cracksMy Twisted Mind7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of this horrid life
I'm falling through the holes
Of my twisted mind
It's a freezing night
And I'm walking all alone
There's no one else to comfort me;
To help me through this pain
Why isn't anyone there to find me;
To comfort me, or to be with me?
I feel so lonely
Why isn't anyone there to help me out of here?
Am I out of my mind?
Or am I just lost inside my head?
ScarredYou took me back to your houseScarred7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me to relax
You said that you would be right back
You retraced your tracks
You knew what you were doing
Yet I didn't have a clue
I thought you really cared
I didn't know what you were going to do
You said to lie down on your bed
To let things flow
You started do undress me
Before I realised just what you were going to do
You began to take off my shorts
Then off came my shirt
I realised that you used me
You had been treating me like dirt
"No!" I screamed and cried
"Don't do this. Stop!"
He began to come closer
And tore me from my top
I began to shake
"What could I do?"
I started to
Sta.sh
