Fall.Fall8 years ago in Typographical More Like This
We always fall
with each other.
And later, when
out of love
under her spell)
from the pedestal
you'd put me on.
from cloud n
Every tiny cubic millimetreEvery tiny cubic millimetreEvery tiny cubic millimetre8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your brain
is filled with
She's in your dreams at night,
till early morning light.
Her long brown hair
Her skin so fair
Great sense of style
You drown in her deep eyes;
And dream of her smooth thighs.
Her coral lips
Her swaying hips
The way she talks
And how she walks.
You tell me how you
And how you think of her
not knowing that—
Every tiny cubic milimetre
of my brain
The Asparagus EveningThe Asparagus Evening8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A vegetable that was once savoured
by the ancient Greeks and Romans.
Good for them.
It's my first time; and I'm apprehensive.
Four small trees sit on my plate.
They're awaiting their crown
of ghee and mashed egg.
They sit there; menacing.
Taunting me, waiting for my reaction.
The condiments are passed around.
It's my turn next.
Mission: Garnish said vegetable.
Ghee; drizzled. Egg; smothered.
The drinks have been toasted,
good health was wished for all.
Cutlery is gently knocked
against our plates as
we prepare for the meal.
Dinner has begun.
I'll start with them and
get it over as quick as possible.
My fork penetrates the thick green skin
of the stalk.
I take my first cut.
My Father tuts.
No, no! I'm doing it all wrong!
Did he expect me to take lessons before we sat down?
He instructs me;
start from the end and
work your way up to the head.
That way, the taste gets better.
It was obvious by now, that
Multiple IdentitiesMultiple IdentitiesMultiple Identities7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The lights were off, the curtains drawn. If anyone had walked in they would have thought I was asleep. But the weak rays of light that managed to seep through the flimsy curtain illuminated the movements of my body on the bed. My hand kept clenching and unclenching on the rumpled coverlet. Stress had been building inside me for days, and now, finally, it threatened to explode, taking me with it. The cool pillow did nothing to relieve the suffocating heat of my body. With a sigh I changed my position for what must have been the fortieth time, vainly searching for physical and mental solace among the folds of my blankets.
Finally admitting to myself that I wasnt going to be able to even catch a few winks, I dragged myself off the mattress and took a turn about the room. I passed the mirror once, then twice, and as I passed it a third time, my heart leapt in fear. I had seen someone other than myself in the reflection! My mirror hangs on the wall directly
Future Perspective of a maleA Futuristic Perspective of a Brainwashed MaleFuture Perspective of a male6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Sweat kept my palms slick, despite my persistent efforts. No amount of talcum powder or hand towels seemed to help. I guess its just one of those things that only happens to men now. The Alpha Gene discovery changed a lot more than just the appearance of women. Or even men for that matter.
Half a century ago, genetics research made the second most prominent discovery in history, right in line after DNA. A dormant gene lay hidden in the X chromosome, which, once activated, could boost stamina levels to incredibly high ranges, increase the size of the brain to unheard of proportions, and cause the human body to rapidly evolve new adaptations. Mankind rejoiced, believing we were embarking on the next stage of evolution. Finally. But the euphoria faded quickly with the realization that the gene could only be activated when the combination of chromosomes was X and X. Not X and Y. And thus, the long history of male domination ended.
Gone to SeedRust,Gone to Seed9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like dirty red ivy
climbs slowly, relentlessly
up the once-vibrant links
of the swingset chains,
insidiously chewing away
at the merry memories lodged there.
A gossamer spider's web
trails wistfully across the monkey bars
where clutching hands no longer grasp,
laughing yet desperate
to achieve the other side.
The frayed end of the climbing rope
flutters, lonesome in the sighing breeze,
which carries away the dandelion fluff
of a childhood gone to seed.
ChuusenkenCurled in my pocket, pink and full of promise: Schrödinger's kitten.Chuusenken5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This