A Cellos SoundYou sit in your old chair, counting secondsA Cellos Sound9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One crawls by, another slowing on the way
Waiting, hoping, wishing
Reciting in your mind the words that you should say
A cellos sound in the distance, perhaps its in your head
You hear the lullaby, imagining her on your bed
Maybe its more than the music, maybe its all what you knew
Every shudder you felt, every butterfly flutter in you
Was it the touch, the voice or her pretty hazels?
Was it just another one of those phases?
Was it the devils curse on you for being a dreamer?
Was it Gods way to determine if youre a believer?
Sitting on your old checkered chair, asking questions
Questioning your stuffed dolls, whispering confessions
The Cellos sound is so dreamy, even though its all in your head
You rather have it, than have no one sharing your bed
Bullet in the HeadThat little boy, standing in the darkBullet in the Head9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know he saw it all, all the heartache
The little boy standing by your bed
The little boy with a bullet in his head
That little boy, who wished for a bike
Who got death as a birthday surprise
That little boy who only died for the reason
Of being an offspring of these people
For being the boy from this land
For having the misfortune of giving a helping hand
To the people from his blood, who shared his faith
He's the little boy who swallowed the deceitful bait
He's the little boy running in the streets
Seeing the big army man with a rifle and destructive machines
The big army man who looked in the boys eyes
The frightened dark eyes who emitted helpless cries
The big army man with an angry sneer
Who slapped the boy and dragged him out of the street
Who shot the little boy in the head
Who filled his frail tiny body with lead
The little boy you see in your dreams
The little boy with the echoing screams
The little boy standing b
memories - i never hadmemories - i never had11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
memories (i never had)
i can feel the taste of tears
rising in my throat
keep it down
we don't want to wake the neighbors
with our sympathies
our word addictions
for the faceless names
that have snuck from between the dusty pages
grabbed our hands
and led us on a merry dance
through the dark apple tree forests
shadows in the moonlight
no reflections in their empty eyes
i reach out my hand
grasping for yours in the dark
the figure in the chair by the pool
looking out over the sea
but it is only fiction
that holds us apart
and your face is just a suggestion
over the sound of crashing waves
close my eyes
and smell the salt
feel the whisper of your skin
as you pass by
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
Walking aloneWalking alone10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking down the long dark street…
The shy moon looming over
Behind scattered gray shadows
Watching over the world…
Over us poor souls
Lost in the cold universe
My ragged breath
Stained the icy air
With sallow swirling ghosts
Dissolving into nothingness
My eyes suddenly fall…
On two beating hearts
A boy and his girl
Walking slowly before me
Smiling those hopeful smiles
Looking into each others eyes
The kind of look that can say
What a tongue can never do
They seemed gleaming
Tearing all gathering darkness
Warmth filled me
All gloom vanished
The power of innocent love
Drove the coldness out
I passed them swiftly
The lump in my throat growing
With every step away
A watery something slid
Down my face
And fell to the long dark street
With the tiniest splash
No one could hear
Abject GenteelAbject Genteel12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it starts off all twisted,
artistic and meek.
the sheets in a tangle, we tangoed,
in the sleek night.
our wrists chained to floarboards,
past my collarbone's palindrome,
(that sensitive hollow)
making impressions in memory foam.
onetwo, and threefour.
yes, go on-
rest your head here, and read what you wrote.
remember last night,
when that spot in my chest soared up past my throat,
and the light in your eyes
swallowed my conscience alive,
and we burned,
with the stars
and cared not to dream, but be rash: come undone.
on the bedpost.
we sang amid silence,
clutching at pillows and pretense,
feeding black scarves on my eyelids.
needing a breath-
as i sank,
through my webbed primidorial,
to the safety of bloodshed.
radiate.radiate.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i love you my blood wench... my thump thump heart beat kiss me with a soldering iron... melted maga eyes ....burn me burn me... burn a hole through me... see right through me... fly a kite through me and laugh at the double dips and loppy loops that your thousand blown kisses produce.
use the back door my three footed mariachi maestro. and enter the dreams i have. of silken locks of petrified tears. bruised fruit and ripe wishes. i adore you. call me as your expert witness and i will surely testify on your behalf. i will paint rainbows with your eyelashes. watch you blink in ultra violet.
you mean the milkyway to me. help me recyle plastic bottles and weave wigwams with our wet dreams... i love you like aliens abduct and ears are shaped like question marks. sing me a song of trivial riddles and hum a sweet tune of soft answers. tell me of your grandmothers afgans the body
Newspapering and Postcards1.Newspapering and Postcards5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yellowed autumns crinkled under thumb
as I picked away at language long lost
depicting us on a boat run.
I was stuck in an infinite regression-
memories twisted and turned and
denoted turbulence of last excursions.
The authorship is creased,
writing spirals into
I have come back from the end of the world,
accompanied by the sounds
of a soft murmur and the ever-pressed newspaper clippings
of an expeditions trek into an October breeze.
It was of a black winter morning I returned to the sights
of London north, the besmeared and hazed brickwork
embracing the steam coddled galley of our
Off the by-street stalls life thrives in the bricked hearts
of Londoner glory. Nothing but lamplights greeted
the row, after row, after row of cobbled alleys,
as I embraced the sordid negligence of my house.
We were popular travels, frequented by the bleach mouthed
press and asked for photographs and a comment,
and no gentleman but wishes to avoid a scene,
so we carried our
There wasThere was…There was9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was the paralyzing coyness that overcame me when I caught your glance
There was sheer ecstasy running in my veins when I felt your accidental touch
There was the grip of hot terror that dominated me when you pinned me down
There was the dubious puzzlement that fogged my mind while taking your wet embrace
There was the breathless anxiety that enthralled me as I moved my body against yours
There was the internal explosion of colors within as I cried your name in blinding bliss
There was the soothing tranquility that lulled me to sleep to the sound of your breathing
There was the hollow wretchedness that haunted me when I felt the vast space next to me
There was the everlasting melancholy that ruled my being when I realized your abandonment
There was the noxious misery that took my life when I realized you were never meant for me
Talking in tonguesThe determination attacks, trickles from your wordsTalking in tongues8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Admiration flows, a blessing by the hordes
You tackle you confront, a warrior with your tongue
But to face your truth, the stink of shame on your soul clung
You convince the gullible of your reasons
You try to hide your fatal treasons
You're a liar to yourself, a betrayal of your soul
You fill your life with reason, when its just a big hole
The twinkle in their eyes, announces your success
But with its absence, you're just a baffling mess
You speak a language your mind cant comprehend
But to others, its filled with wisdom of the suppressed
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
Daddy's bellyDaddy's large belly protruded past the rest of us,Daddy's belly11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it gurgled
if it sensed the presence of an
In N' Out Burger close by.
It would shake a little
when he laughed.
It would rise and fall
when he slept.
It would demand much room,
when he drove mother's car.
It came to be that I was convinced
his heart was in that belly,
that it was big simply because
he needed more space.
His Death Certificate reads
H e a r t A t t a c k -
and a small part of me still wonders
why didn't his belly collapse?
Why couldn't his stomach
have attacked him instead?
Not his loving heart -
not his love that everyone envied, admired,
that beat so loudly
as though it were a Chinese gong.
I look in the mirror now
and wonder if my heart too,
is lower than it should be.
Revenge 24CHAPTER 24Revenge 244 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" ... And that's pretty much it so far. My friends are in a heap of trouble, a madman is trying to take over two realities of this world, and she and I have no way of getting back."
Robert stared blankly at me for a moment, then kicked back in his chair, bewildered. He mouthed some words, but at first nothing would come out.
"I don't know what to say. Normally, I'd think you were yankin' my chain, but this ... what you said to me ... it's like you actually mean it. This is really, really true! That stupid little video game I used to play when I was eight. Those cards. All they were good for was putting them in my spokes to make my bike sound cool. And now ... it's all real?"
I nodded, with all seriousness I could muster up.
"Anything is real in alternate realities. If it is thought of, or not thought of, whether it is logically correct or not, if it is possible or impossible, it will exist in some plane of reality."
"So ... is there a reality where ... we never met?"
Fun with CleverbotUser: Touch me ;D.Fun with Cleverbot6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Cleverbot: I can not.
User: TOUCH ME.
Cleverbot: I have to go.
User: No you don't!!! TOUCH ME.
Cleverbot: Yes I do.
Cleverbot: Can you fly a plane?
User: Poke poke!
User: *pokes back*.
Cleverbot: *pokes back*.
User: *poke poke*.
Cleverbot: *pokes in stomach*
User: XDDDDDDD HA! *pokes forehead*
Cleverbot: *pokes nose*
User: *pokes neck*
Cleverbot: *pokes forehead*
User: *pokes nose*
Cleverbot: *strokes hair*.
User: Whooooaaa thar big boy. ;D
Cleverbot: That is me.
User: Yes, it is. ;D
Cleverbot: Question, what do you think of Obama?
User: Who cares?! *slaps*
Cleverbot: What is your name?
Cleverbot: My favorite song is About a Girl by The Academy Is.
User: Sing the Llama Song!
Cleverbot: That song rocks!
User: SING IT!
Cleverbot: Fly me to the Moon, and let me Play Amoung the Stars!
User: Smart ass.
Cleverbot: Foolish program, mi
Sitting in front of me.Sitting in front of you on the side of my large red love seat with my house sister, I glance quickly around the room at the rest of the guests.Sitting in front of me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have my two cousins, side by side. Injured and rowdy, he comes up with lame jokes, yet they make us smile anyway. She shakes her head at her brother, and glances a sharp smile anyways. Although most of the time she doesn't understand his humor, she puts up with it anyway. On the side of the bed, laying in a welcoming position is my other house sister that makes me grip my knuckles until they bleed as she smiles to the boys for attention. Patting my hand telling me to ignore her is my favorite house sister, who nods to calm down.
Rubbing my wrist, I glance up, and there's you.
Sitting in front of me on the bench part of my red love seat is the boy I've waited for a couple weeks to see. The boy whose heart has burned along with the life he once knew. He brushes off his feelin
The ActressNext was the Actress, tall and tan in hue,The Actress4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who wore her fine designer jeans and shoes
Upon her slender legs and dainty feet.
(She was so skinny 'cause she did not eat.)
She carried a Chihuahua in her bag.
She was a spoil'd and nasty little hag.
She'd acted in a thousand different films.
She lived in a big house in Bev'rley Hills
With her sixth boyfriend, father of her child --
A talented man, and quite meek and mild.
But she'd had sex with tons of other blokes,
So their relationship was on the ropes.
Her name was Paris Spears, or so I'm told;
She was a lass of twenty-three years old.
But in those years she'd done so much cocaine
That it had nearly driven her insane.
End of TimeThis delusional generationEnd of Time9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smothered within a lost nation
This is the new dimension
A world who thrives for destruction
Anarchy, slaughter and carnage
A brutal world filled with heartache
Hatred with no reason
Nothing but hypocrisy and treason
children cry, women howl
men fall in parts, calamity crawls
cities die, religion falls
there is no place for us anymore
Let us breathe, let us go
Turn against the real foe
Its in you, its in me
Its in all of us, an inner enemy
Wake up all, open your eyes
See the mess we created, humanity's demise
Stop the killing, stop the war
God has died long ago, and left man-kind lost
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king
an isosceles love triangleIf two angles of one triangle are similar to two angles of another triangle, then the triangles are similar.an isosceles love triangle10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Recalling the memory of His geometry makes me sick with longing. That's the real reason I don't call Him every night, don't spend hours stuttering out words onto paper in some tremulous imitation of a love letter. The space I have behind conversation and human interaction is where He really lives, ready for me any time I need to remember. I don't even have to close my eyes before His own stare back at mine, revealing the storm clouds and stars that hover around His midnight-black pupils. The angles of His eyebrows, the slope of His nose, the arches of His eyelashes, the degrees of His gait, the radius of His smile when He sees me, the surface area of His strong embrace; sometimes the formulas back me into a corner where I try to understand, try to meticulously calculate every possible equation. I never solve for the answer before I snap out of my stupor, realizing His abs