sparrowsparrow8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The trees are unsettled, their limbs tossing in the violent tempest -- gauges for Natures wrath or love. The storm plays like a silent film as I sit in the cabin of my car. My old campus gym sits in the distance like a stolid mountain.
The world comes to life in stereo as I step out. Dashing down the side of the parking lot, my umbrella mimics the trees. Trying to avoid the rain, I notice an upturned creature on the wet pavement. I stoop to examine it. Its pale legs stick up like flags of resignation. People must think Im crazy, a university student examining some dead thing. He must be studying taxidermy.
Its a baby sparrow.
Its feathers are maturing over its soft pink underbelly, bunched into a mangy blanket by the rain. Its feet shiver in the wind. Dirt, pine needles, and assorted debris are stuck to its bo
Break up letter 101Break up letter 10110 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We've had a lot of fun, and I really loved you a lot, but well, I don't think this is being fair to you. I am [gay/lesbian/joining green peace/pregnant]. It's not you, but...I just need time to sort my [head/life/STDs] out. I hope you understand. There's someone out there for you, who will be so much more perfect for you, who'll be able to give you the [love/security/sex/money/life/puppy] that you need. You are a fantastic [man/woman/shag/kisser/accountant] but I don't think I can be with someone who [listens to Billy Idol while making love/makes beef jerky/screams at small children/is older than my father/sees the world so differently/is deaf, mute, blind and retarded]. I know this is hard, but I know you can get through this, you're [so strong/so talented/so conceited/such a tragedy whore/on anti-depressants] and I [took all sharp objects out of your house/hid the weapons/wish you all the best in your new life]. All my love to [Sophie/the dog/your dad], and I hope we
I Never StoppedI Never Stopped10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We were so together, so in Love,
But the words fell flat,
The lights grew dark...
Now we sit and stare at each other,
Hoping the passion would light again,
Hoping the lights would rise again,
Our love was shattered,
By times passing hammer,
Our love was gone,
All for naught.
We split, we tore, we left the door empty
We had lost our life together, our love together,
We had lost the only thing that had mattered,
Tears flew free from walled up eyes,
Fist beat bricks they could not destroy
Now, hopeless girl number nine is sitting in front of me
Eyeliner applied way too far,
Bra size one to small,
And the dumbest look I've ever seen.
In front of you, abusive boyfriend number six
taking steroids and Viagra like water
Shirt like paper, over his six-pack abs
And all he's got is those muscles.
Our eyes keep meeting,
Our dates keep stuttering,
Our food keeps cooling,
Our passion keeps growing.
I can't stand this anymore,
Hopeless girl number nine is our the door
Gone without a word
Until I Am CalledSometimesUntil I Am Called9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just long to be home
It's so much more
It's the knowledge
I just don't belong.
Who I am
And who I long to be
Just doesn't fit
Right into the jigsaw
And while I'm here
It never will.
But I know
I must stay for my time
I also know
That if I do as I must
The journey won't be easy
But I will go on.
Until I am called.
Fisticuffs and love muffinsFisticuffs and love muffins11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
2. Love2. Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At 10:03 PM,
you were speeding past grey wildflowers
and the dull lights of fireflies
at the grave on the side of the highway.
The rain showered down, and
I had torn out page after page
of melodramatic ways to say
I love you and Good bye
on a crumpled brown piece of paper
in the dashboard.
Your teary eyes on the window
reflected everything I regretted
about how I grabbed and turned
I was the one who crashed and burned--
for miles beyond the white and yellow lines,
beside the fireflies that still
remind you of me every time you pass the grave.
BelieveThough troubles and sorrows, depression and anger,Believe9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come your way when you're weak,
There's still some hope and love,
That you always try to seek.
I'm not asking for you to try again,
Or attempt to finally achieve,
I'm asking for you to get back up,
And finally begin to believe.
What is there to be afraid of?
God is on your side.
Will you not believe?
He asks us to abide.
Believe in only what is true,
Never doubt you'll win.
For without belief and only sorrow,
You'll fall back down again.
I'm not asking for you to be a king,
Or understand what you receive.
I'm only asking you to get back up,
And finally begin to believe.
Photosynesthesiaby memories i am awakenedPhotosynesthesia9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
gather on the floor
the carpet is growing out
its summer coat
unstitched and unfrayed
frightend again, insects set sail
as speed and sound combine
unwind the pipe's lazy flow
silken steps in combat boots
framed in the fractured light
dark chambers open,
let in approaching night
i don't believe...
in death and resurrection,
clap your hands
and bring us back
flickering through pages
of life and ominous cloud
evolving underground, seeds
of thought; embedded in the
fertile grey soil,
an exchange, of sorts
new alphabets formed in fiction
only to foretell the past
i can't believe...
symbiotes, gunk and scum
this conservation; energy
shattered in the storm
unlocked bolts, breed
fire in the field
two voices echo
in different worlds
mushrooming into amestris unknown;
stepping from stone
sit by our sea of troubles
spill the salt,
into freshwater wounds
throw over your left s
Emo-love poemI wait for youEmo-love poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hear me cry
To see me screaming
To watch me die
Maybe one day
But until then
Its in my hands
The tears are falling
Like the rain
Maybe one day
You will see
My tears are falling
What you mean to me
Each single breath
I breathe for you
Everything I think
Everything I do
L'Aigle NoirYesterday...I was 6L'Aigle Noir9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I pulled her dress to get some attention
She looked at me and smiled
Red lips...black eyes...white dress
She put her brush down
Took a sip from her beer
Lit a cigarette...while Barbara sang in the background
She picked me up
Described the city as a painting
Never being able to settle on one color
Always changing...she laughed...I wondered
She danced to her own music
While fumes filled the room
I was in love with her hair
Never wanted to let go of her dress
She would call me Elle
Tell me never to lose my child's innocence
I would play with paint
Nod my head and giggle
She would talk about fountains
Pebbles that never die
She would smile at strangers
Gaze at happy lovers
She never seemed to be happy
But I felt safe with her
She had a bracelet that glittered in the light
I would play with it
She would laugh at me
Pick me up and do a little dance
On a sunny day
I ran to her
She was sitting on her chair
Drinking a beer
Smoking a cigarette...while Barbara pla
Soul-MatesSoul-Mates11 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Her name will be Winter," he tells her one mostly-summer midday. They are sharing a carton of pecan ice cream, taunting the sun to come out. Her long skirt drapes over the monkey bars they used to chase each other on (before their legs grew too long.)
"Ice blue eyes," he adds like a forgotten comma. "The edges will be darker blue, like rims to contain them."
She listens with characteristic grace, observing him in her intense way out of brown eyes (solid and dark, with no fading or mixing of colors.)
"You'll find her someday," she always replies.
She knows the pictures he paints of this woman. On canvas, Winter is beautiful like nature's unrefined colors. Every day, it seems, he adds another brush stroke and one more attribute to this soul mate he is creating from wishes.
"Winter," he chants the next day, saying her name the way clouds of breath look in frozen air.
"She will work behind the butcher's counter," he declares like a prophesy.
She smiles patiently, as usual, wondering if th
Demolition LoversTears streamed silently down her face, and as he choked on his blood, he attempted to wipe them away with his sleeve. No longer the deepest black, their world was now grey. With the pull of that trigger, their dreams had fallen, but still they continued. On the silent motorways, he passed in and out of consciousness at the wheel; she held his hands steady whilst staring unseeingly ahead, and as the continuous sheets of rain fell through the sky, the tears never stopped to flow. Travelling through the night, never daring to look behind, they carried on in grim determination. He continued to bleed, and the wound showed no signs of healing, just as their now silent hearts bled desperately. Her eyes were icy grey, deep but empty; his black eyes no longer flaming but glazed. As the regular streaks of street lamps flashed past, shedding light rare light on their silent commune. The shotgun he had given her was held tight in her hand, her fingers gently flexing. They said nothing, but their vDemolition Lovers10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
TimeTime11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It all seemed to fly by fast
What once was a moment is now the past
What has begun is now at its end
Where a person lives, another is dead
Where flowers once bloomed
There it now wilts
Where buildings used to stand
They have decayed and been torn to bits
Who once was great
Now has fallen in shame
When one has lost his money
Another gains it with fame
Where one appears
One is gone too
Appeared in this place
But somewhere, gone from the blue
What lies ahead?
No one seems to know
For what seems fast
In the future becomes slow
What once stood proud
Has now fallen to the ground
Where trees once stood
A black gas now is the shroud
What is to be
Has already been done
And this poem I write
Is far from where it begun
MyLittleFishThey said you were like a fish-MyLittleFish9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spending your life in the depths only to resurface in a world you couldn't breathe in.
And I always thought
you were a wonderful prelude
to a damning life.
Now cover girl, you don't cover up anything.
Your makeup does not hide your flaws as you walk to the ocean and drown yourself.
The beach is your last runway, the lightening your last flash.
You yelled "Call this one 'Hollywood'" over your shoulder.
[He told me you do not know how to swim.]
"He's so handsome."
Yeah. He can't keep his hands off other girls and then some.
The boy took away the air you couldn't afford to lose.
He stomped on your lungs when you overheard him-
"She is the balloons that touch the ceiling at a birthday party.
After a few days you will want to throw her away."
Your smile crashed in the same way that the waves do.
You pulled yourself back and felt your
My Last GoodbyeYou know what I hate the most?My Last Goodbye8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing you hurt me so much,
yet remembering what we had
(or thought we did)
that made me smile.
I can still faintly hear your laugh
and the way I smiled back at you.
The way you would hold my hand in yours,
in it I would feel safe and secure
and without doubt.
Or better yet,
the way you made me feel special
like someone who mattered to you
because you would think of me sometimes.
Even until now,
you don't know how much I cry
when I look back to the past.
I keep this facade of joy,
to hinder myself from losing
all that I have left.
Everything that seems to be me,
has either been lost or shattered
and I find myself unable
to love anyone as much as I did you.
are hopefully not of bitterness
but rather of regret
and whatever pain you've inflicted
through hurtful words.
And so, I bid you farewell
and hope God'll help me get through this somehow.
and let our happy memories
but linger for a moment.
Because Of The WarBecause of the war…I diedBecause Of The War9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lost my sister
She was 6 years old
She had brown hair
She had brown eyes
She always begged to be carried
Thought she would ruin her legs if she ever walked
She loved water and danced in it
She loved to stare into the night
She would laugh and run away
She would tell me we would live forever
We sat in the shelter
Too scared to sleep
She rolled under my arms and sat there
She said she would be safe there
We heard the bombings
That crushing sound
It went pitch black
We could barely breathe anymore
She was looking into my eyes
She knew it was the end
I could only cry, trying to convince her that we will survive
She was smiling
It's okay, we're going to a better place
We can play there and look at the stars
No more sudden sounds
No more blood
No amputated arms or legs
I started to feel sleepy
She was sleepy as well, yet she was still smiling
I smiled back drying my tears
She kissed me and said: I can see stars!
I held her, and breathed my last breath…we
L1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0thL1f3 0f A Wannab3 G0th13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life of a "Goth"…?
You see me in the corner, huddled in a ball,
Me and all my friends loiter at the mall.
I pretend to like knives and drag them on my skin,
Just enough to make a drop of blood come from within.
Only a light scar, but dark enough to see,
To show off just how suicidal I can be.
I draw stars inside circles on my hand,
I don't know what it means, but it's the symbol of my band.
In my metal group, I play my bass,
And I use black eyeliner to draw three sixes on my face.
I can't gauge my ear, so my earring isn't real,
I'm so depressed; no one knows how I feel.
I write pathetic poems about how I hate my family,
I can't do what I want and they'll never understand me.
I buy my clothes from Hot Topic because it's cool,
Even though I have friends, I choose to sit by myself in school.
The other black-haired kids call me a poser and a mistake,
But they're not like me because I'm Goth, and they're the ones who are Fake.
I Don't Love You.I Don't Love You.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I sat in the rain,
and realized that every wish I used on you was
Every second I spent dreaming of you
added up to another hour
I looked up at the cloud-obscured stars
and realized every tear I shed for you was a tear
My heart, I left empty to leave room for you,
all my waiting was in
So, now, I can finally say,
I don't love you.<i>
Be His VoiceBe His Voice9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you had a voice
maybe I could see
that you are always
here with me.
If you had a voice
I wouldn't be so lost
and I would truly know
how much my sins cost.
If you had a voice
I wouldn't have any doubt
all my worries would
sort themselves out.
If you had a voice
United is what we'd all be
then everyone could hear you
and everyone could see.
What's that you say?
"United is what we all COULD be?"
Well then Lord, where IS your voice?
Wait, Why are you pointing at me?
DawnStepping out of the showerDawn9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All wet…waiting for the water to dry
Chills up my spine
Water drying already
Dress up, step out, chose a mask to wear
Happy mask today
Happy happy mask
Drive down the city
Wait…don't know what to expect
Stare at my watch
Light a cigarette, nod and smile while conversations roll away
Where is he?
Waiting…smiling, not wanting to be rude
Stare at my watch, he'll be here soon
My eyes shine, just thinking of him
My smile widens…I miss him
Stare at my watch
Light another cigarette
My smile fades away…the happy mask is still on
Nod and smile…stop staring at my veins
Stop counting tiles
Just stop it! Just stop it!
A warm touch…my smile is back
I kiss him…hug him
I blabber some nonsense
We laugh…we walk together
New people…different kind of music
We laugh…we dance…
I smile…he stares into my eyes
I feel like crying…is this even real?
I focus on my cigarette
Watch it burn…I smile at the fumes
Back to my world…my own world
So sad without him…so sad
He touches my hand
GenesisShe stepped in from the deserted hallway and fumbled around on the wall for the lightswitch. Finding the nub of plastic, she flicked it up. Nothing happened. Amy squinted into darkness, barely able to make out the shapes in her apartment. Sighing, she dropped her bag beside the doorway, and crept slowly across the rug. Her desk was against the wall, but she was careful with the shadows as she dipped onto the chair. Hands snaked across the crafted wood, feeling around on the surface. Amy's fist closed on a pencil, but she tucked it behind her ear for the time being. She realized with a pleasant start that she could see stars though the window beyond her desk, a rarity in the usual radiance of the city lights. Let there be light.Genesis9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Amy flicked on her desklight, and then had to blink her eyes a few times so as to get used to the sudden glow. The faint beacon that sprung forth from her dim lamp was enough to cut through the darkness, sweep away the shadows from the middle of the room
Optimism, reviseHad the truth looked uglier,Optimism, revise10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I might have faced that inevitable
everybody else saw coming.
True, the word cancer's a terror,
but I'd seen so many survive,
so why not you?
You lost all your hair. You grew so thin
I could count your vertebrae when we hugged.
Without gray curls or bushy brows,
you had the charming face of a startled kewpie doll.
We were already used to it all;
operations, prescriptions, pills.
Arthritis-fused ankles, infected sinuses
were everyday pains.
What difference did another surgery make?
Just one more scar for your patchwork skin.
A kidney gone? There's one to spare.
The signs were there:
Your kidney and lungs were not all to be claimed.
I ignored each flare warning hazards ahead.
Faucets left running? The losing of keys? Trivial.
Who could blame you for not being all there,
when you had to wonder how long you would be here?
You bore it with your private brand of dignity,
the deadpan (and bedpan) jokes at the hospital,
the stoic shrug at the news
that the last tum
His ThoughtsHe sits there smoking a cigaretteHis Thoughts9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watching her sleep peacefully
"It's been a long night" he thinks to himself
He gets out of bed
Walks to his window, scratching his beard
"I need to shave" he thinks to himself
He flicks his cigarette, it hits the street
She gets out of bed, walks towards him
She kisses him, he kisses her back
He imagines himself pushing her
Watching her crash on the pavement
He shakes the image away, it's too grotesque
He imagines himself cutting his lips out
Can't bear to feel her skin…her lips
He shakes the image away, too much blood
She makes herself a cup of coffee
He watches her, stretching, enjoying the beautiful breeze
He imagines her dead…nearly dead
Suffering though her womanhood, trying to survive
"Now that's a site" he thinks to himself
They get dressed; he ignores her hints of love
She wears a blue dress, works perfectly with her tan
He wears a pair of blue jeans and white shirt that says
"Smile, you might die today"
She laughs at him, jumps demanding to be