nirvanafeigning euphorianirvana3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the outskirts of joliet,
i saw You between red glowing streams:
weaving the horizon like a tapestry,
recycling gold beads from a pale morning sari,
dyeing blue-violet fever, shivers
leaking from my head down my arms,
resting in my belly beside You—mixing veins in the night,
embellishing the road with thoughts
of creation: You spin a thread and it unwinds,
fraying at the ends where the cars break the asphalt
and i convulse,
spinning out of control—You doe-eyed like the kid
who crashed his mother's car and dies heavy beneath
that semi, stuck in the pitch dark, oil blearing opalescent
under the gaping taillights—streetlights—headlights—
on the outskirts of joliet.
Misconceptionsthe extrovert isn't—Misconceptions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sun in the sky of a million
blue silks sewn together:
that summer to come,
a laundered morning strewn
with white yearning—
and the introvert isn't—
scraping coins in an alley,
smoggy eyes above a mouth like
lines: red-cracked but parting
when stars break gray clouds,
calling on their mica beds
to reflect off his face—
the extrovert is—
the man sweet-talking the first ideas
of his tongue,
waiting for reception—
while the introvert
A Wish FulfilledShe was like snow waiting for me to catch her on the tip of my tongue as she slowly descended without warning, melting away on my taste buds like the prolonged agony of sleepy candles that sought comfort on a bed of white icing,A Wish Fulfilled8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she hesitated to blow out her fears that decorated waxed tear drops on her silent birthday cake, but I wished relief upon her exhalation of breath until she had extinguished the flames of her own sorrow, standing there to assure her of a wish come true by confirming this with a promising boyish smile, making the layers of the cake seem all the more sweeter with every bite...
this time, flowers blossomed without thorns and stems lost their attachment, petals stuck out like the arms of courageous children swooping down slides in a park that was seen for miles down the road, life lines translated into simple cursive that painted her blank facial expression, spelling out her name in joyous celebration,
and I chose the colors of her Sunday dress: pastel blue,
wanderlusti was all sex and stitcheswanderlust2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with every color on a TV screen;
(and between me and you)
your teeth, your tongue,
your ferret-hands and knowledgeable mind--
they scared me.
the foreign worlds beneath your skin:
the contortions of your spine and
you wanted to conquer; to claim
and plant a flag--
and i--i wanted cancer
33 ways to annoy Sweeney33 ways to annoy Sweeney7 years ago in Humor
How to annoy Sweeney Todd
1- Offer to help him dye his gray
2- Ask to borrow his eye liner
3- While hes asleep shave his head
4- Hide his razors
5- Hang floral print curtains over his giant window
6- Yell hey look its Turpin every five minutes and when he looks giggle and say made you look
7- Do the same thing only say Lucy
8- Switch Lucys picture in his photo frame with Lovetts
9- Talk to him all day long about pointless stuff
10- Every time he yells laugh and tell him hes to sexy to be scary
11- Ask to borrow his razors to shave your legs
12- The next time he starts talking about Lucy throw your arms up and yell oh my god! This again!!! Give it a rest already!
13- Offer to take him shopping cause his pants look too tight
14- When his cup is empty whisper Why is the rum gone? in his ear.
15- Do this EVERY time his cup is empty, no mater what hes drinking
16- Call him skunk head
17- Take all his clothes, lea
InsaneInsane.Insane10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People call me insane.
How do they know?
Can anyone truly say what is insane?
And what isn't?
Who can judge? Everyone.
Who has the right? No one.
They are not mind-readers.
They have no way of knowing
What is inside my head.
Even if I write it down,
It is changing all the time.
Points of view, opinions.
The next second they become old
And new ones take their place.
Constantly changing, evolving,
Inside my head.
Always questioning, thinking,
Reasoning, and imagining.
Insane? I don't think so.
Truth is a matter of opinion
Everyone is insane
At the exact time
That no one is.
Why must people call me insane?
Why must they fear me?
Is it me they fear
Or what will come out of their mouths
If I prod long enough?
Are they afraid of opinions
And actual thoughts,
Or is it just
Tiny, insignificant me?
Why must people fear
What they do not understand?
Worse of all,
They don't try to understand.
They just stick a label on me, POP!
I am crazy.
Blank Sheet MusicShe exists deeper than the bedroom eyes that draw in every philosopher who ever gave up in the armchairs of that dimly lit waiting roomBlank Sheet Music8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's as if we never knew happiness resonated from the walls next door, or that the thundering echoes that shook this building, came from the next revolutionary poet who yearned to shake freedom from the purest apple tree in the yard,
taking those first steps up the bark of that tree to grab sustenance, the same kind of nourishment that made blind men cry from the beauty of perfectly weathered nights, springing up from the jazz hall performers that made stainless brass and chrome seem like love letters from the gods of sound,
If I could taste nirvana the way she experiences it, I would have thrown away my walking stick a long time ago, discovering no need to wobble and weep from the creak of faulty knees, because foundation stands strong at the roots, and the weary who once grew old, now permeate the youthful glow of a passing yester
Sweeney Todd: CleanlinessMrs. Lovett was absent-mindedly babbling as usual, telling Toby whatever happened to pop into her head that was decent for conversation. Toby usually sat at one of the stiff tables and listened intently, nodding when appropriate while he watched her concoct her delicious pies for the next day.Sweeney Todd: Cleanliness7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You know, Toby," she rambled, "a lo' of kids your age 'ave got pets, but I can tell ya right now that you don' need no pets. My parents never le' me 'ave a single pet of me own growing up. My mother, poor dear, bless 'er soul up in 'eaven now, was highly allergic. Course, I made a big ole fuss o'er it when I was a lass. Pets, they ain't nothin' but trouble, really."
Toby nodded in agreement, wishing that he could have a dog maybe, but knew he wouldn't ever ask because of what Mrs. Lovett just told him. She pounded the dough, banging her fists hard into it. She was so concentrated on her task, she didn't hear Sweeney Todd enter the pie shop. He sat across from Toby and stole his glass of gin, dri
MendedI know this feelingMended8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes too well
Never being whole.
for feelings the same
Losing time in its place
I will be there
listening to your
I simply show
how you look
To my eyes
I love you still
and always will
No matter what
Knowing it was you
that stole my heart
Our friendship never lost
PainPain9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one knows
how much pain is inside of you.
You lock yourself away
pretending that everything is ok.
When deep inside its tearing you apart,
you think that you have it under control
until you lose it all,
so you grab a knife and take a slice.
Next thing you know you're on the floor,
blood gushing from your wrist.
You slowly faint while death takes over
FailureFailure10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born with a rotten brain.
Can barely even talk.
Yet she still can see
And even fairly walk.
But something about her intellect
Must be interfaced.
The doctors decide on what to do:
Her brain will be replaced.
They set to work, around the clock.
The result is yet unknown.
A dog's brain is the one they will
Set in place of her own.
Her eyes are also removed.
Her mouth is likewise taken.
But when they're done, they only see
How gravely they're mistaken.
They call the experiment a failure.
It's decided the girl must die.
It's done in secret; no one will ever know.
No one will ask them why.
And so her soul is left to roam
Without her mouth, brain and eyes.
The body of this woman is dead
But her spirit never dies.
COPYRIGHT 2005 BY DAWN COLCLASURE
Model BehaviourShe was everything I dreamt of, shaped through the mold of a crooked smile that awoken the butterflies nesting in her gentle womb, complimented with habitual lip biting out of nervousness through these sudden turn of events that shook her unexpectedly,Model Behaviour8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I, felt the same as she did, breathing in each of her physical flaws and loving the fact that her imperfections made her who she was, because we both looked into mirrors that spoke to us differently contrary to the praise of others,
Gazing into the frames of what we deconstructed through eyes of much needed work, lose a few pounds here, nose job there, never content with a justifiable state of mind,
but every time we exchanged glances, our own opinions of self angst vanished into thin air through a familiar embrace,
Running fingers over lost skin that stung our very existence, and it all made sense to me, kissing every unmistakabl
Two Way MirrorI found it ironic how you tried to catch a butterfly with a net less handle, pacing in white ballerina shoes while dancing to the melodious theme song of an unsettling wind,Two Way Mirror8 years ago in Open More Like This
And I just laughed as you flailed your arms about in an interpretive ritual of instinctive prowess, watching the butterflys wings go through your hoop like a lion executing jumps through rings of fire,
But you insisted on playing ringmaster in a bad game of simon says, and through persuasion, the butterfly would have believed you, if only it detected sincerity in your eyes, but all you did was lead it into a line of caution, like playing chess without thinking while subconsciously moving pieces that left you in your own mistakes,
Check to mate
It was clear that you didnt know how to play the game, sacrificing your king just to get to the other side in an attempt to win without planning, so while you were only thinking about yourself, I flew away
beaut(if)ulYou exist in thebeaut(if)ul2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
space where beautiful is a
Even Truth has a LimitSomeone once saidEven Truth has a Limit11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fall in love with me again
For now, at least I'll leave you later
But I don't know when.
Reinvent your memories
Even truth has a limit
You promise to never do it again
You're such a hypocrite
Stare into the sun
Until it begins to make sense
Capture another sin
I see it was all a pretense
Clouds block the moon
Even truth has a limit
You're exposed forevermore
As a phony counterfeit
You don't love me
It had to end this way
You've been cheating on me
You and I have fallen astray
Hold me this one last time
Even truth has a limit
I feel closer to death
Even if you didnt mean it
it's been 6 months without youdon't you hate dreamingit's been 6 months without you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a former crush or love
whom you have not seen
since last june?
especially if in your dream,
your nine-month obsession
still won't acknowledge you
or your petty feelings. even
though you have unfinished
don't you hate when nightmares
remind you of someone who you
thought you were over? why do
i subconsciously remember you?
why can't i forget you? i thought
i had closure. i guess not.
i guess i never will.
A Little GirlA little girl runsA Little Girl10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She hides and she cries
Though not quite sane
She sees through their lies
The people that tell her
She's just like the rest
That nothing is wrong
That it's all for the best.
They tell her it's normal
To feel a bit sad
To yearn for the arms
Of your mom or your dad
But she has a problem
She can't understand
She cannot grasp
The situation at hand.
She cannot see
How much she is worth
Too often she wishes
To be gone from this earth
She doesn't deserve this
This girl in grade three
And it saddens me how
She reminds me
To Call YouI want to call you NorthTo Call You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So when the wind blows my way
And the storms come in
I have someone to blame
I want to call you Orange
So when I write a poem about you
And the rhythm doesn't work
I'll have an excuse not to rhyme
I want to call you TwentyFour
So when the days get too long
And the minutes stretch on
I can count off the hours 'til you
I want to call you MyDog
So when I say hes missing
And put up wanted posters
People will think Im still sane
I want to call you Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
So that when I'm feeling lonely
And I've no one left to talk to
I can let your syllables fill up the room
I want to call you Sunshine
So when the rain comes pouring in
And the streets begin to flood
I won't be the only one waiting for you
I want to call you Boyfriend
So when conversations turn strange
And I can't stop repeating your name
They'll think that I'm in love and not just unhinged
I just want to call you
So I can hear your voice again
Trent's with Courtney in LV-1Courtney paced through the airplane. She peeked at Sierra cuddlingTrent's with Courtney in LV-15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cody and Cody scowling at Duncan. She looked at the corner of her
eye. She saw Gwen sitting in the first class chair and writing in her
diary while blushing. Courtney growled.
"You two-faced jerk!" Courtney yelled. Everyone turned and stared.
She dind't care. She felt like crying. Gwen betrayed her. Duncan b
etrayed her. Everyone in this whole frickin' plane are-
"-liars!" Courtney finished out loud.
I trusted Gwen and then I was so frickin' excited for Duncan to come
back, but guess what they make OUT!
Courtney paced around some more She felt like crying. Our punching
"Campers!" A voice buzzed on the speaker. "We have a very special
coming-back camper which
will hopefully add to the dra-MA. Increasing rating therefore money."
Chris said then buzzed out. The flight attendants walked toward the
economy class. The all stood in a line. Of course Gwen with Duncan.
Arm in arm. Which made on
MonstersThere's a monster in the neighbors yardMonsters10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see him lurking there
Sitting in the windswept trees
Of which he makes his lair
There's a monster in the swimming pool
He lies in wait all day
And gobbles all the leaves and bugs
For they are his prey
There's a monster in the kitchen
He likes to eat our fruit
And spit out all the blood
And squirt it down the chute
There's a monster in the garage
One with a mighty roar
And eyes like shining headlamps
Glowing on the floor
There's a monster in my sisters room
It has a screechy voice
It likes to sing and play with things
Like makeup, clothes and boys
There are monsters in the cloudy sky
They take the form of fluff
And planes and ducks, and train and trucks
And other funny stuff
There are monsters on the tellybox
They know that I can see
They dance around, and make me laugh
And teach me ABC's
There's a monster in my bed with me
It wants to do no harm
It sings to me, and brings me dreams
And makes me warm and calm
There are monster while I'm sleeping
The Child ExplorerVisions of heaven reflect from the glow of the moon against the surface of the crystal clear waters to compliment the mysteries of the deep,The Child Explorer8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what lies below the surface of the ocean can only be imagined in the mind of a child who chooses to live the life of an adventurous explorer,
white sands trace the memories of time, covering unexplored grounds to the boy who wished to reveal a past lifetime with his hands,
he discovered what would presume to look like an ordinary comb protruding from the ground, only ordinary to those who reject the magic of imagination,
meticulously studying the artifact with both palms spread open; he held the object as if it were a sacred heirloom of a renowned aquatic royal family,
the golden handle, handcrafted in precision to imitate the appearance of a seashell, noticing golden hairs still stuck on the teeth of the brush,
he assumed that it was the comb of an underwater mermaid princess of the Lost City of Atlantis, brushing her hair in soft strokes
Dear You pg4We started hanging out daily. We got to know each other more and more. I figured out that he was, in fact, seventeen. His birthday was November eighth, and I told him that mine was May fifth. I was upset that I had missed his birthday, because I really could have gotten him something nice, but since my birthday was only a few weeks away, maybe I could invite him to a party or something. Just the two of us, because he was pretty much my best friend. Sure, I had tons of friends, but I didn't get along with them as well as I did with him. And since whispers were already going around the school about how people thought I was hitting on Sasori (which I was, but he didn't seem to notice), my friends probably didn't trust me as much as they did earlier. Hell, they were probably a bit scared of me. I knew that some of the girls I was friends with would be totally disappointed, but hey, no one's perfect.Dear You pg46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Staying on the subject of birthdays, it was only a week before mine that he started getting
Zelda: LCOTW Chapter3Zelda: LCOTW Chapter36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How do you explain something, that youre not capable of understanding yourself? The first thing, that came to Links mind was to start where it all began for him. With his 12. birthday. The day everything that could go wrong went wrong.
Carefully, he tried to explain who he was, what he had seen and done up till now and what he learned about himself and Tetra and the ancient kingdom of Hyrule.
Yesterday evening, I had such a feeling that I needed to meet you. Just once. I didnt really think that song would actually bring you here, I was just kind of experimenting!
And you are my succedor?, asked the other Link in a very confused manner.
Well I dont know. Maybe succedor is a bit too much, but, yeah, you are a hero who slew Ganondorf and Im a hero who slew Ganondorf. One cant deny, that theres some similarity in there.
So, Ganondorfs dead a