A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
Sharp Objects I remember when it all beganSharp Objects2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said "Hello"
And took my hand
You said "How are you?"
As if you cared
You said "I can help you"
I was scared
You said "I'll show you"
And that you did
You said "I love you"
And that was it
You said "I hate you"
I wanted more
You said "I'll hurt you"
Still wasnt sure
You said "I will kill you"
I didnt care
Love Him Like YouHe's there for me.Love Him Like You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cares so much.
Do anything to see me smile.
But I still don't love him like you.
I told him my secrets
And he told me his
And we both accepted each other.
But I still don't love him like you.
I hurt him bad
And he still stayed
And wiped away my tears.
But I still don't love him like you.
You hurt me so bad
And completely disappeared.
I have no reason to love you.
Why can't I love him like you?
The Blame Game. The Blame GameThe Blame Game.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How about we play a game.
So we will know who is to blame.
We'll spin the dice and take a turn.
And hurt each other until it burns.
I can't believe what you have done.
Filled us with lies of Kingdom come.
You preached of a God oh so great.
Yet now it seems we are of different fates
There will be no hypocrites beyond His door.
Nor salvation for the wicked to their core.
No place for the deceitful with silver tongues
or those who have been lost since they were young.
For you who cant stand to see your mother.
Have only become a dreadful bother.
Spewing your hate from here to there.
You will one day face a life so bare.
You speak of a Kingdom and Father's love,
Yet when faced a problem; were the first to shove.
A coward hiding behind twisted lies.
Then questioned why we broke all ties.
Don't get me started on your transgressions.
Your problems you caused with pure aggression.
You fought, and screamed, and manipulated.
Your husbands left beaten and berated
kiss me.kiss me like i never left;kiss me.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
kiss me like you never sinned;
kiss me if you love me;
i'll kiss you with my heart.
Conversation With A GodShe calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything, however for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin shines like the polished face of a seashell, with as many colors swimming across it.Conversation With A God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks beside me with her face raised to the sun, and as I glance back I see that her footsteps in the sand are filled with water.
‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll dry out?’ I as,k because it is the first thing that comes to my mind, and instantly I know I sound foolish.
‘I can not,’ she replies and her voice sounds like water running over stones. ‘I may walk a thousand years in the desert, and when I am done, it will be an ocean.’
She does not look at me as she speaks, she keeps her face to the sun which shines meekly through the wisps of clouds, still low over t
Seven Tablets to Name Sky and EarthSeven Tablets to Name Sky and Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Et dixerunt, “Venite faciamus nobis civitatem et turrem,
cuius culmen pertingat ad caelum, et celebremus nomen nostrum
antequam dividamur in universas terras.”
The Gateway of Gods
The fallow earth sits featureless
Afore the walls of an impending storm,
Those which conceal gardens blessed
With both the vast knowledge of man
And the wickedness of all things;
Walls which conceal bells tolling away the hours
of borrowed days and limitless complacencies;
The hammers’ ringing on division's delusive tower
Cradled in the crook of nourishing arms branching;
The banners’ snapping in an attempt to animate the bodies
Of gem adorned serpents scaling the sentries of the seasons
Woven brown, green and gold, and as naked as innocence.
Our colossal st
I paint with a pen.I paint with a pen, why is that so absurd?I paint with a pen.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That instead of acrylics I draw with the word.
The desk is my easel, my colours are few,
For this line of work I need only two.
I think of the rainbow as a tad O.T.T,
Good old black and white are the colours for me.
I cannot imagine how we'd live without text!
Without written instruction, what would we do next?
Mobile phones are pointless, shove the books in the bin,
TransgenderTransgender I always thought strange.Transgender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
From Your Fingertips (You Let It Go)She dreams of frost at night. It seeps from her skin, spreading out to daintily touch the floor, the windows, the wall, the ceiling, completely encircling her in the room, until its been wound so tight she can’t even hear anything aside from her own breathing, just in and out, in and out. An odd comfort, to say the least, but she can’t help but find that in that confinement of her own making - such a blatant, unchangeable prison of her subconscious - she’s never felt more free.From Your Fingertips (You Let It Go)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(it spreads out with a single touch, spreading and flowing, crystallizing, a cover, a thin yet absolute cover with a presence soft as air itself, gently sinking into the surface itself with such security one couldn’t even doubt its importance to be there)
She dreams of snow at night. Falling and littering the ground in a slow cadence, landing on her tongue, face, gloveless hands, settling over her like a hood, numbing her ears so that all she can hears is her own heartbeat, steadil
Halcyon Days Graveyards on the RoadHalcyon Days1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I drive a street pot-hole paved the lightest grey;
tired eyes coupled with the pitch stained tracks of a younger man
guide me back, the press of tires into the rough, grained
surface of days long past that never lasted
and never last.
It’s funny how soft skin can feel to fingertips
so used to cigarette burns, see-saw doorknobs, a nibbling mind,
and everything but feeling.
It’s funny how often I find my hands so close
to my face, posing the question, ‘Are you real?
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleep(and the dark stopped being scary)8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
beside you, I no longer
had need for nightlights.
The Way We Used ToAre we wasting our time away,The Way We Used To2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All this time spent awake
When we could be sleeping;
Every day is the same day but
Played in reverse, monochrome
Framed grey caught between
Blacktop ball game stained
Shoes playing hooky with the
Laces pulling tight a child’s
Smile six feet from the hills
We rolled down – it’s so dizzy
At the top.
Strolling with collars popped
– big boy style –
With hair pulled back into
A surprised laugh and a chance
Look aft to try and catch a guilty
Glance of conscious denial punctuated
By a ruler slap,
But also a giggle with a snap
Of heads looking down pouring over
Spilt milk dribbling as a brook
From out your nose like the
Carefully placed barefoot on
Slippery rocks, a game of red rover
To get to the other side and knock
Over all but the tricky pins sittin'
In the corners while y’all
Run around havin' all the fun
And games we used to play on
Stormy days like today.
Please, tell me something so that
Selfless Lover-RepriseI had a dream, about me and youSelfless Lover-Reprise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had finally made it
and both said I do
you were as beautiful as I remember you in life
I was your husband and you were my wife
It was the happiest day for me and you
I had another dream, about me and you
I was alone, you were with another
but that was fine, we had said adieu
I still loved you, only as a friend
You were happy, all that mattered in the end
The dream has become real it would seem
I am not angry, how could I be?
I hope you find what you are looking for
Ignore my tears, don't worry about me
We were good, that's what I will remember
I hope you are happy and loved, even if it's with another
I am here, still the selfless lover
You don't seem to notice (my scars)-i-You don't seem to notice (my scars)2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He and I were eleven when we met, the first day of the sixth grade. No particular moment served as the spark to ignite our friendship. As children do, we started talking as if we were already good friends, and were inseparable from the start.
There were rumours, but we didn't understand half of the words the other kids had picked up from R-rated movies, and neither did they. We were called King and Queen by a crowd of boisterous first-graders who followed us around at recess. He joined the choir and the school play just because I did. It didn't take long before we weren't allowed to sit near each other on the school bus because we caused too much trouble, and eventually we weren't allowed to sit near each other in class either. One day, more quietly than I had ever heard him, he asked me to be his girlfriend; I blushed and said yes.
We never once invited each other to our houses. We each had our reasons, but never knew the other's: a silent agreement to n
pears and nearspears and nears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
handmade lovewrite me a letter,handmade love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not emails or tweets.
blue pen scribblings
on sheets of paper crisp.
in five hundred words,
two pages and a half -
tell me you thought of me
on cigarette breaks.
go on foot to a post office,
paste the stamp yourself.
i shall be clouds away
expecting the mail truck.
february 28, 2012
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
Anorexic Pretty BoyMy Anorexic Pretty BoyAnorexic Pretty Boy10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My anorexic pretty boy
My fragile little broken toy
Always crying when alone
Waiting to be taken home
Eyes filled with ambivalence
Mind filled with the ignorance
Hands, they shake with fear and pain
Falling in the pouring rain
The heart of a doll which you possess
No love for another, you confess
I hold you in the bitter cold
As the darkness too grows old
My beloved little pretty thing
Oh how you mean so much to me
Never will I let you go
True love for you is all I know
I will protect you in the dark
Upon your heart I make my mark
Loving you, I do enjoy
My anorexic pretty boy
Rainbowi.Rainbow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
Untitled story: ProloguePrologueUntitled story: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Through the smoke and flames a tall proud figure loomed. I knew this figure well. He had his usual top hat and trench coat on. In his left hand, he held his flintlock pistol half cocked. In his right, his elegant saber was at the ready. Even if I possessed the strength to stand, I would not let him see me shaking from blood loss. Around us, the wreckage of the town was alive with screaming citizens. He now stood calmly in front of me, perhaps taking in this moment. He raised his left arm, and cocked his pistol fully. I closed my eyes, waiting for my brother to pull the trigger.
A Friend Like YouA Friend Like YouA Friend Like You8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not many people can do what you do
To listen and care and talk and help
But you're always here,
When I need some of your time
And all I can do is give you these lines
I wish I could give it all back
With a hundred times more
Because it's more than I could ever deserve,
Even more than I asked for
So I thank you with all of my heart,
For keeping that wide, open door
I thought I would never find
A true friend like you
I never thought we'd be this way
I thought it would never last
But it has all stayed together,
The heartache left in the past
This is all that I have
To give you my love in return
Please know how grateful I feel
And just in case we one day grow very far
Just look up, and we might be looking at that same star
confess, like there's blood pouring out your mouthfear is licking at thisconfess, like there's blood pouring out your mouth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cobwebbed mind & i
feel cinematic; like a
i'll write myself into a
& outline cinder bones
to match - ingenue,
you are an esoteric's
nightscape & i, your
morning's fever burns.
Once Apon A time...Once Apon A time...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Once apon a time...
There was a little Girl, her name was Stefanie. Her favorite color changed every day. she loved cute animals and Plushies, she loved her mom and brother and she was happy. she had a Daddy but he left when she was 3 and a half. Mommy said "he never wanted you, he said because you have brown hair like your mommy.. he doesnt want you." so Stefanie cried for a very long time by herself, thinking she was a mistake.
When she turned 5 years old, A man named Paul moved in, mommy and Paul, made strange sounds in their room while Stefanie was in the next room sitting in her bed crying, while they ignored her. Stefanie visited her Daddy every other weekend. but he showed no affection towards her, any other weekend, mommy and paul werent home, they were 'out'. and Stefanie had to go to her grandparents.
There, they hit her, because she wore mitch matched socks. or chewed her nails and didnt act like a 'proper' lady. she was bent on her knees, and whiped with a leather belt. Ste