The Sailor's WifeThe Sailor's Wife7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing more trusting nor patient
than a sailor's wife, whose husband
between rough waters
and her, on unshakable land.
She doesn't know that he sits on
the bow, watching the golden sunset
slowly burn the sky, wishing
she could see it too.
She only hopes he does.
And he can't help but wonder
if she's sitting where the water
meets the earth, hoping she'll
be with him soon, on land,
where he's safe from harm.
The sailor who smells of
salt and fish, watches the
wisps of smoke from his pipe
spiral towards the sky,
more full of dancing stars
than anywhere on land.
She'll wonder why
he prefers the smell
of the sea over flowers
and fresh grass.
Does the spring
when you're surrounded
by endless waves?
And he knows nature's
is not sung by birds
perched high in trees,
but is sung by the wales.
There's nothing more trusting nor patient
than a sailor's wife.
There's nothing more
strong or everlasting
to call my own.listeningto call my own.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so l o u d
it h ur ts.
o f my
your w o r ds.
e v en a
a dove lost.in a fairy-tale of lovea dove lost.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perhaps she would attain hers
but in this world
of tricks and thieves
she has lost
a lost dove in the eaves
she watches mournfully . . .
as her dream happily walks
away with a friend
whom she thought so true
to the last--oh how she rues
the day they crossed paths
today begins her heart's epitaph . . .
breaking hearts and
are worlds apart in this
Universe of pain
one like lead upon the soul
the other smashes
you remain whole
if only the same
could be said for love
it brings brief euphoria
then with a shove
the echoes remain.
VOICeS of COLLiDIa::sprInkLEsprologue.VOICeS of COLLiDIa::sprInkLEs4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My life isn't all smiles.
They tell you a lot that you've got to take the rough with the smooth. I take the smooth with the rough.
Let me tell you about the day I lost my parents. Most of it I don't remember; Landen, my older brother, fills in the blanks for me.
I was only one when they left, never to be seen again. Landen was eight. Mommy and Dad were about to go see a movie--so they said. But Mommy was taking a surprising amount of stuff with her: Her bag was filled up with everything she held dear, and quite a bit of money as well. Meanwhile, Dad scrambled about the house in an attempt to do much the same thing. He was wearing his overcoat; I remember that part. I sat obliviously in my high chair, wondering if we were actually going on a road trip. Being a toddler, I didn't really understand back then. Why wasn't Landen packing his stuff, too? Why was Mommy completely ignoring me? For that matter, why wasn't she bringing my stuff along, too, if th
christmas evehey babe, it's christmas eve. i was just sitting on my kitchen floor in the corner between the cabinet that always gets puked on when some asshole can't make it to the sink, and the cabinet i keep all my flower vases in. i think when you die i'll keep your ashes in there until i grow up enough to live without you. and maybe even then i'd spread you in the flower garden so when my flowers grow i will cut you and put you beside my bed or over the sink or in my hair. anyway i am sitting here drinking wine straight from the bottle andchristmas eve3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
don't you think it's funny that i am alone?
you are with your mother in montauk and my mother just left and so did cindy and sam and jim cassy and my mother's lover everyone else less important. and my mother took janey with her. i thought it would be good for one of them. maybe bad for the other one. anyway it is strange being alone and being married to you and being a mother and not remembering any of it really
do you remember when we were seventeen and you
that feelingwhen i was little my mommy used to tell me to be a good girl and stand with my chin high.that feeling4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
now im sitting behind the couch with clouds coming out of my throat and the mirror on the wall is scaring me. i remember the first time when i choked and my eyes looked like dirty diamonds but my friends told me i was pretty so i tried again. when i felt the rain clouds against my skin i would find my way to it and it makes the sun chase them off me because im his.
my daddy never asked me the questions my mommy did because he was always running to the gray car to a gray building where everything looked blurry and smelled like peppermint to me. my boy would always come to cheer me up because he knows exactly which nerves to tease and pull and stroke and flick. when i would reach to touch him it felt like nothing but i could still feel the scent lingering in and around and against the wilting frame of my body. whenever the spark erupted from my fingertips he would come out of his hiding place and st
scribbles from insomniacshe's such a mysteryscribbles from insomniacs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a broken soul standing before me
ready to jump in an instant
then he looks up
with green eyes so familiar that it hurts
and i wonder . . .
her voice never leaves my ears
so full of familiarity that it hurts
her soft blue eyes stare back at me
and i feel . . .
is this all even worth it?
is it worth the secrecy
i feel lost
and i don't know who to believe
i feel like i'm walking through a haze
unfamiliarity without influences
and the space closing in between
he was so fragile
like he would crumble away at a single touch
you could only hear it in his voice
as he strummed the guitar chords
hiding from reality
but you could only tell
if you listened
she was so fragile
you could see it in her eyes
the way she nervously avoided yo
if you love something,i wish i could stayif you love something,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me, spoken with that
hopeful sort of sad
when you returned, i found that seeing you again felt
in a way like nothing else ever had; my knees were knocking
my breath was short and my fingertips were shaking like hell.
time can span on to feel like forever when you're lonely,
and i spent the time letting apathy seep through my skin,
paperthin and set straight to autopilot. but i had no desire
nor sense of urgency to fix it. it was okay to me and that is not
okay. but you came back, and jesus i couldn't stop grinning.
have you ever played hide and seek when you were little and
found yourself hiding while you knew the "seeker" was nearby,
and you had to breathe so shallow so no one could hear you? it felt
a whole hell of a lot like that, a release. i could've stayed
forever in your arms, and letting you go again was more difficult
than i ever remember. the good things can only last for so long
i wish you could stay
i breathed, trembling as i
watched you leave a
a touch of insomnia[I can never fall asleep.]a touch of insomnia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but w h y ?
Because I'm so tired, I can't even dream anymore.
Because I'm afraid I'm going to choke on my own tears and have that wretched seawater taste in my throat all day even though I shouldn't worry about that since I'd probably die anyway if that happened.
Because I constantly check my cell phone with increasing anxiety because I'm always afraid someone's trying to call me or text me and they need me right n o w and I want to make sure I'm here for them even though no one ever calls.
Because I have to breathe, and I start thinking about breathing and I realize that if I stop breathing I die, which just makes me think about it more, and really I wouldn't put it past myself to just stop breathing when I'm asleep, so I can't take a moment to let my guard down.
Because even if I do dream, it'll be filled with unpleasant suppressed memories and all my worst fears and pain, and I know they all say you can't feel pain when you dream, but it hurts it hurts, an
Maybe thenIf I pamper myself everydayMaybe then3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe then you might look at me
If I change the way I talk
Maybe then you'll talk to me
If I change my style of clothes
Maybe then you'll wrap your arms around me
If I change my hair
Maybe then your fingers will tangle in it
If I eat less
Maybe then will your lips touch mine
If I disobey the law and do bad things with you
Maybe then will you think I'm fearless
If I constantly give myself to you
Maybe then you'll consider me an opition
If I flirt with other guys
Maybe then will you see you want me
If I sleep with another guy
Maybe then I will realize I was wrong
Maybe then I will realize you were wrong
Maybe then I will realize my suffering was for nothing
If I hold a gun to my head
Maybe then I'll go back to myself
the truth - introductionDeath is an impossibly intriguing thing. To witness it before your own very eyes is an experience not easily put into words in a sense, it is awe-inspiring. As you watch the life fade from the eyes of someone so vivacious, there is this curious wonder that seizes the hearts of every witness. The physical evidence is simplistic: a body loses all function. But what of the person contained within that shell? Do they become a specter, bent on finding a new form to inhabit? Or perhaps the afterlife is but a phantasm: a figment of imagination first produced by someone who lived so long ago time is not identifiable.the truth - introduction4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The fear accompanying, however, is far paramount to the wonder. The loss of life is something so terrifying to the whole, suffocating and petrifying. The vast majority feed upon the hope that there is such a place as heaven, or that reincarnation is not myth but with no proof, many others are skeptical. And this is far more horrifying than the possibility of death: th
goodbyeThe day was heartbreakingly simple.goodbye4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I awoke to the blinding glare of late summer sunlight. A heavy mist hung just above the earth, encompassing humidity, making the air disgustingly thick. Groggily I rose, grudgingly beginning the daily rituals I had always assumed. I wove through the tightly-packed forest; I waded across a stream so depraved of water it was practically stagnant. Never did one cross this boundary, lest they intended to wander closer to the humans than said creatures would desire and today I intended just that. Mostly despised by the inhabitants of the small Connecticut city, we lingered on the fringe of the Hanging Hills, venturing out into the open only on the rarest of occasions. I did more often than most, for scavenging was far easier than stalking prey, especially when the odds were against two coyotes trying to bring down a deer.
There were two of us indeed: my daughter, precious Allegra, was never out of sight. She had reached adulthood, but once her fath
crack.the leaves have fallencrack.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i stand
a tree, stripped
of its life, and
for the clouds to
shed their small
to nourish my
the snow has settled
and i fall
deceit.all-consuming hopelessnessdeceit.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pang in your heart
feeling for another without
being far apart
i watch you fade away
slipping through my fingers
a wraith bent on destruction
a sorrow that just lingers
with each moment passing
the void only expands
is it so much to ask of you
to be a better man
expectations far from met
a lie spun on my tongue
blood from your wrists you let
a moment in eternity
seems to be not enough
if you asked for forever
could i give it to you, love?
Battle I've not fought beforeLying there across the floor,Battle I've not fought before4 years ago in Other More Like This
Spread eagle- arms stretched wide,
Face aghast, just can't believe,
The one I trusted lied.
The path I tread is filled with blood,
And all I see is black,
Whispering voices in my head,
I see the things I lack.
'Tis is a battle I've not fought before,
Not in all my life,
Walking down the blood-stained floor,
Past the weary strife.
Ghosts rattle chains as I walk past,
Calling out my name,
Deathly voices sing to me,
And I am left with shame.
like parallel lines.we walk together, you and i.like parallel lines.4 years ago in Open More Like This
together and apart.
a parallel walk, a parallel world.
that sprout, once a single
organism, now two great trees
i look at you. you look at me.
our branches have grown,
spread into their own directions.
never departing; never touching
like our lives.
we walk together, you and i.
separate and equal.
38. Caged.Pawsteps fell against the grass like the pitter-patter of rain: ever-present in the midst of a storm but rarely recognized. The air had at last begun to take on the characteristics of spring, and it left the faint taste of fresh cut grass in the fae's mouth. She progressed softly through the woods, her presence realized but not acknowleged. She passed a small rabbit, cowering in the hollow of a dead tree stump, a bear assailing a young doe, a squirrel devouring an acorn. None of this she noted, none of it she cared. Her ambition was to arrive at the forest's edge, and before the sun set at that.38. Caged.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Smoke. The sour smell seemed to catch on the breeze suddenly, and the female lupine scrunched her nose in revulsion. It was the kind of scent that sparked interest in the forest; concern, apprehension. The wolf felt nothing but disgust. Man was at it again, and it was far beyond her to understand or so much as wonder the reason behind it. She could see stars in bright oranges hues dotting the l
The Longest Day of the YearThe heat has been rising steadily for weeks nowThe Longest Day of the Year5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the sun winning more and more ground
Almost forcing us to be happy as we walk around
A bright city, little daisies singing at our feet, our
Skin left bare in willing sacrifice to ultraviolet rays
When I awoke the covers were on the floor
But you had stayed and drawn my blinds
Wide open to let the cheer in, because we
Should enjoy the summer while we still can
As you explained that into a cup of iced tea,
I considered telling you that you were my
Personal sun and all the warmth I needed
The kids whoop on their way back from the
Beach, hands and heads stuck out the windows
As they drive down the block, laughing and
Grinning and disturbing the peace; you wave
Back, then shake your head in exasperation
When their little red car has disintegrated
Into the smudgy horizon, stick your hands
In your pockets and walk away smiling
Tell me, could it get much better than this?
The suns rays bounce off the cement and I
Hide my eyes behind dar
Play pretendPretend you never knew me.Play pretend4 years ago in Other More Like This
Pretend you never cried.
Pretend we never met for coffee.
Pretend you never lied.
Pretend I'm just some memory.
Pretend that you don't care.
Pretend you hardly recall my name.
Pretend that you weren't there.
Pretend that you're happy now.
Pretend there's nothing more.
Pretend that all that scars healed up.
Pretend the wounds aren't raw.
Pretend we never said goodbye.
Pretend I'm just a face.
Pretend you learnt to let go of the past.
Pretend I'm out of place.
Pretend that I am nothing.
Pretend that you'll forget.
Pretend I'm just 'someone else'
Pretend we never met.
Wolf versus ChampsosaurusA time anomaly opens in a river somewhere in North America, and a fully grown female Champsosaurus gigas swims through. Despiste being a generally fully aquatic species, female champsosaurs still need to come ashore to lay their eggs, and so this female sees herself forced to do exactly that.Wolf versus Champsosaurus3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Meanwhile, a full grown male Canis lupus nubilus (the most common north american grey wolf subspecies) aproaches the river, hoping to find prey like turtles or aquatic birds. What it finds is a much larger sauropsid dragging herself ashore, digging the sand bank in order to lay eggs.
The wolf, quite hungry, aproaches carefully the large aquatic reptile. She notices the potential enemy, and begins to hiss, showing her long, gharial like jaws, filled with long, conical teeth. This makes the wolf even more carefull, but hunger begins to rise within him. He is uncertain of what to do; in a pack they'd be jumping right towards the prey, but he is alone. A wolf alone is always weak.
not the usualtoday i looked in the mirror and i saw thatnot the usual3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am growing up. it was the saddest thing
i have ever had to see
i remember the day i started growing up. i was
six or seven, and my daddy let me loose on the
four wheeler in the backyard. what an american childhood
anyway i was wearing a pink shirt and jeans
and i was singing a song to myself and it was about
jumping off a bridge in chicago. it's not that i
was really aware of suicide or love or anything,
just that something could make a person want to be
in the water so bad that they jumped off a bridge
and suddenly they were happy even though they weren't breathing.
it was kind of like that
and here i am! here i am. i have had four people know me enough
to call me fire or bitch or buddy or baby. one is gone one is
casual one is part of my soul and the other is one hell of a trip,
and i'm still on it. i have bled to bleed,
fucked to fuck, and lied to feel better. i have cried over dead
cats and fish and dumb dogs. i have mastered calculus a