vacation artifact."Last summer I took my cell phone to the beach,"vacation artifact.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"and the ocean drenched it.
It hasn't worked since then."
She's messy, truly,
a dead battery,
a gauge hovering on empty.
I tell her to call the phone company,
get a back up or refund or some other nonsense.
(her lips didn't move).
For a moment I think
she's going to push me away again,
film up like ankle-cutting sea glass.
"I can't replace it.
I'll lose the last text message
he ever sent me."
I fall quiet because I know.
Today I see the cell phone,
SacrificeThe pen falls. The story lives.Sacrifice2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If tears could write a storyIf tears could write a story11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If tears could write a story, then this is written for you.
Please excuse the sorrow that will naturally flow through.
They will write the memories, ones of wrong and right.
Also leaving a brand, of the laughter and the fight.
The times we did embrace, tears will trace these too.
Of sorrow and of happiness, my tears will write for you.
I cannot cry you back, impossible this may seem.
But you have live and died, at last your soul has been.
Every breath I take, it is harder than the first.
Leaving me immobile with a heart about to burst.
Missing you is painful, more so than any death.
But this cannot bring you back, you have taken your final breath.
If tears could show emotion, then many will flow on.
The feeling of close love, a feeling that’s never wrong.
You were the best friend that ever has been to me.
Now you’re not here, your soul is finally free.
Pain rips through me just as does a flood.
My soul is missing a piece and icy is my blood.
If only were here to sing with m
Got soulIf the eyesGot soul11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are a window to the soul
Then I would like to close the curtains.
A lesson in realism:you areA lesson in realism:11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no such
thing as stardust
floating in your veins or
gloomy poetry stitched
right into your heart.
Your blood is made of
iron - unbreakable,
unbending and unmatched
by any other stronghold,
for you are a fortress
that they will never invade.
wipe those tears away
and know that
you are the only one
who can reinforce these walls.
.some people are dead.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
Tobacco and PeppermintWe wait in the car outside,Tobacco and Peppermint1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hand dangling from the window,
my fingernails kissed with fog.
Silvery curls of smoke
rise like a dragon's breath
from the thing between my fingers.
You look at me, horrified,
staring at the black and blue
stains upon my tongue,
the marks of damage
cutting deep into my skin,
deep beneath tissue,
deep enough to corrode my bones.
I'm living in someone else's death,
borrowing a pair of cheap, shriveled lungs
that rattle loosely like leaves
in my chest.
I exhale a fresh, decaying breath,
and though I try to be diplomatic,
I know in my heart I'm just mocking you.
"Those things are gonna kill you,"
you tell me, all sage wisdom and disapproval
and sudden concern for my well-being.
"It's six bucks for a pack of cancer."
I try to laugh, and cough
then laugh some more
at the fact that I can't breathe.
In a greasy ashtray, I stamp out
my last flimsy cigarette,
ash and sorrow lying dead
in the dimly lit embers.
If only I could stamp you out
as easily as I've stamped
Be a star - inthelittlewoods - LYRICSJust few more minutes,Be a star - inthelittlewoods - LYRICS8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Til the enemy ship wins,
And old.D walker thinks he's startin' to see things,
An Ethereal presence appears,
The alarm rings!
Points to the monitor and faintly there's 3 pings.
Punches in the co-ords,
setting course for the zone,
By the time he comes around,
He cant believe what he's shows,
Been searching all his life for a place of his own,
Seems our lil old explorer has discovered a home, sing!
You gotta go wild!
Gotta be a star!
Cuz the battle over Nexus is pretty hard!
The final conquest?
Or a brand new start?
Pick your side,
And then play your part!
Yo what you looking at?
Yeah I'm a Draken man,
Good for scratching and,
If you step to me, well ill pimp slap ya clan,
Through the fire and the flame like that dragon band.
Then there's the Chua,
Known as the little blighters,
Small and fury but they're devastating fighters!!
Aerosols and lighters,
blazing up the elderoots and anybody else def
The Ink LineBack in the first house I called my home,The Ink Line11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spied a map in the front window.
Encoded and golden,
it's language the places I visited during the Summer.
We used to save the fish there,
Keep them from being caught by rogues
With eyes like toads,
Preying on the animals
By feeding them corners to huddle up in.
The Ink Line;
A place where lost time
Met frost vines,
Encompassing a lake
Gorgons’ eyes –
I froze...just looking at it.
Years passed. I read the tale of Gilgamesh,
Convinced he was speaking to me –
mostly. No, I'm certain.
"Paradise always felt lost to us" he’d say
"It’s why, as children, we sought it out each day."
And I knew the Ink Line was the place...
That warrior brought me dreams, warned me about a serpent
Due to appear in between the ripples of the water
And the reflection of the full moon.
It would consume me whole,
Digest me to places where you could only pay boatmen a toll.
All leading to a world of colossus with r
.some thoughts get so loud that.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you cry out for them to leave;
they scatter like birds startled
out of their trees, before landing
again where they were
and after a while,
you just have to
let them sing
.when we talk.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we use our words
you roll them out
and they land at my feet,
i either choose to throw
or choose to run
01.28.14.january 27, 2014. 8:54 pm. sober.01.28.14.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i shook in my nudity with a hairdryer the tint of your lips in hand.
with a soaking mane, i let it go, and it fell briskly into the empty sink.
i picked up my buzzing cell phone.
i read it - a text,
that said something short and unimportant. but you took the time to message me, and that was all that mattered. i was still upset.
and that mattered to me as well.
i asked you if i could ask a question.
it took you only a minute to say to me,
i didn't reply.
five minutes later, "ya ask anything!"
and i said to you,
"you and i had manifested these fantastic plans together.
we could climb great mountains and break the barriers of our mind.
and it is fine with me that you are climbing those mountains
and breaking those barriers
with somebody else.
it would have been if you had not promised me those months ago that the piquant jolt of exploration would linger on the both of our lips for the first time
[songs of rain]forgiveness in the third chord,[songs of rain]6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like silence or the moment
artemis pulls the arrow free,
thanks the buck for his sacrifice.
lightning in my lungs.
saltwater in my lungs.
will rage & pass on.
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
InsomniaThere's a party in my headInsomnia10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Little creatures and monsters,
Oh, back and forth they creep.
On silent tip-toes they walk,
Playing melodies in my mind.
Finding caverns I have closed,
Putting my life on rewind.
My mind is somewhere else,
But in vain I toss and turn.
Little goblins man the lights,
And the ghosts try to learn.
It's all a big, loud, unruly mess,
This untamed party in my head.
I try and shut them down,
But back and forth they tread.
I'm never going to get any sleep
As long as they're awake.
They take my tired thoughts
Down every path they can take.
Oh, what would I give to have
One silent and sleep-filled night.
But that will never happen,
Although I wish with all my might.
There's a party in my head
As I close my eyes to sleep.
Only when the sun comes up
Do they never make a peep.
I Don't Need YouI Don’t Need YouI Don't Need You10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to admit that I don’t need you.
I’m not going to tell you I’d die without you,
That you’re like water, or shelter or food.
I’m sure I could get on fine without you.
Got on fine before.
The truth is I don’t need you.
And I hope I never do.
I don’t need you like lungs needs oxygen,
and I’m not addicted to you; you’re not a drug.
I wouldn’t bleed out if you were ripped away,
You’re not some essential organ.
You’re not here to maintain me, sustain me, or keep me alive.
But the truth is I want you.
And I hope I always do.
I want you the way astronauts want the stars,
And sailors long for the sea.
Because wanting is choosing,
and needing is greedy,
And believe me when I tell you I want you
With all of my heart.
The truth is I want everything about you,
I want every little thing.
I want to ruffle the curly hair you sometimes hate,
And kiss the nose you say looks too big in photographs.
Harry Potter x Doctor Who (10th) x ReaderHarry Potter x Doctor Who Female Reader InsertHarry Potter x Doctor Who (10th) x Reader5 months ago in Romance More Like This
AN: This takes place in the sixth book and the Doctor is the tenth doctor. The stuff with Donna didn’t happen. I adjusted this slightly so that Ron and Hermione were in a relationship but then Ron decided to cheat on Hermione with Lavender. The reader has travelled with the Doctor many times before.
You sighed as your friend Hermione came down the stairs that led to the girls’ dormitory. She looked tired which either meant she had thrown herself into her work again or just wasn’t sleeping properly. Usually, your other friend, Harry would wait for her but he had a Quiddich practice this morning. Ron wouldn’t talk to either of you and occasionally you caught him shooting nasty glares at both Hermione and yourself.
You hoped it was that Hermione wasn’t sleeping properly as Hermione tended to get really annoyed whenever someone asked if she was pushing herself too much because to her,
.and like a stone at.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bottom of the river
or the sea,
i think life might just be
flowing right past me
All bones look the sameA million breaths poured out in heartfelt revelationAll bones look the same1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yet, insecurity over the superficial consumes a nation
Brilliance: glowing, not in gold refined but elegance
In movement; not fashion.
An out pour of passion
That breaks the fast of knowledge and consumes
Burning, biting, swallowing the dust of... beauty.
Wrinkled hands: worn.
Holding adolescent hands: torn.
Between the forks in the road
To live or to die in grace or to implode
Upon the fundamentals we all know.
But we have all come to ignore.
Paper thin bodies
Upon paper: thin.
All bones look the same beneath the earth.
HomeSo you came from a sick place called homeHome1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pissing on everybody's dreams
Cause you had none of your own
BajanCanadian x Reader 3!BajanCanadian x Reader8 months ago in Romance More Like This
You sprinted towards the chests, opening the first one you find. The chest had a stone sword, but unfortunately, it was taken from your hands.
"HAHA! C'MON BIGGUMS, I GOT ME A STONE SWORD!"
Wait. That voice sounded familiar. You slowly turned around, and you came face to face with THE BajanCanadian. He was in his usual attire, his checkered black and red hoodie and white shirt. He was wearing simple jeans and red sneakers. The outfit he always wore when he played the Hunger Games.
You, on the other hand, were in a (f/c) hoodie with a random pair of jeans. Not to brag or anything, but you were a very popular player on the Nexus. You always got in the top five list in any minigame. You were always known as (nickname), and your (f/c) hoodie was well known throughout the server.
As you looked up at him, he swung, and you were given a split se
Lonely:When you'reLonely:8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
OSometimes I think about buyingO1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
sea fogthere are salt-water lakes on my thighssea fog7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and on my breath, and i am a tsunami
implosion at the break of day
and you're silent
and you're still
you're so god-damn still; you haven't
spoken all through this great
tidal wave that i've been living
i can't leave this alone
you were supposed to be there
lifting the sea fog that rolls
but you left me on the ocean's lips
to add my salt to the water;
mourning, morning dew
and the fog hasn't lifted