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The 10:05 to ScarboroughPeter was a sociable creature until recently. He liked to go to parties and made games out of both drinking and seducing freshman girls. But as of late he became unimpressed with his life. Thoughts of mortality and taking his life sprung up like leaves on a tree when the snow melted. Tonight was to be the night. He had an antique pistol hidden deep in his pocket and planned to splatter his grey matter in a local field. This is where we come in.The 10:05 to Scarborough7 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Peter walked down the train tracks, feeling rather despondent over his life up to this point. At age twenty-five he had nothing to show, as far as achievements go, save for a little league trophy
Mad Mad World II"Gorgeous." The only word not used to describe me physically.Mad Mad World II7 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
"Of course not, have you seen yourself? You're
completely disgusting. Look at your face- you have a
crooked nose, horrible skin, gray eyes, and thin lips that
seem to always be chapped. Who the hell likes that?"
-"You're right. Of course you're right."
"I haven't even started on your body…Do I even have to
say it?"
-"No. I already know."
"I should hope so, it's only taken eleven years to get
through to you."
All little girls should be told they are pretty, even if the
EnnoiaΈννοιαEnnoia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Διότι είμαι η πρώτη και η τελευταία, είμαι η τιμημένη κι η καταφρονημένη, είμαι η πόρνη και η αγία.]
Να τρέξω μέχρι να θυμηθ&
Broken HorizonBroken Horizon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky was made for dreaming
naturally he thought of her
the wind danced playfully
across water serene
an ode to her laughter
in each ripple
lapping gently against
the shores of his heart
here beneath heavens blanket
so near yet so far
tucked in the hollows
of his anguish
the broken horizon
begs the question
is there grace
in your regret?
ContemplationsMoonlightContemplations5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quite alone in the dark night
With the faint sound of whishing
That emanates softly, so softly
And curls with a swishing
Of tails from the
Vast rows of trees
But I—
Quite alone in the dark night—
Stand and stare at the white light
Of the flickering lamps
(Glowing softly, so softly)
Leaving bright blossom stamps
‘Gainst the wallpaper dark
And I—
Quite alone in the dark night—
Wander close to a dim bridge
With its webwork of beams
Every filament glistens
(Shining softly, so softly)
Crane to them, he who listens
Hears the night echoes ring
So I—
Quite alone in the dark night—
T
Cup of Tea PromiseCup of Tea Promise6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cup of tea promise
starts, watered down
lies and coffee
depression.
We take a breath,
inhale the aroma of the mug,
accept what we find,
we drink to our own distaste.
Between bitter sips
warmed chests, clutched hands,
we sit in comfort of this liquid--
as if an elixir of life
snuck into the drink.
Despite cups with cracks and chips
we grip our mugs for comfort
and smile.
Tablouri prea perfecteSunt singur şi deşi întunericul îmi dă impresia că nimic nu mai există, neobositul meu ceas tot ticăie. Îl urăsc! Vroiam să am mintea goală măcar pentru o clipă, dar el îmi distrage atenţia. Mă duce cu gândul la ceasul din staţia lui Paler din Viaţa pe un peron. Asta îmi aminteşte de o discuţie dintr-un bar cu o tipă..despre acel ceas. Pariez că ea nici nu-şi mai aminteşte. Hmm.. şi tipa îmi aminteşte de.. off, vedeţi? Din cauza ceasului zburd din amintire în amintire. Urăsc amintTablouri prea perfecte1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Falling in love.I want to go back in time,Falling in love.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And live falling in love with you again.
I'd die young to have those moments repeat forever,
I really think I would
To have you make love to me at 2 in the afternoon
with my best friend sleeping on the floor
To have you come inside me so
quietly
So
forcefully
So
gratefully and
gracefully.
For everytime I see your face,
to drop dead in my skin and
glow with pleasure
To look at you with adore and admire
While you undo my heart
thread by little
blood soaked thread.
Those midnight murmurs laying in the dark
Resting in each other's hearts
"I think I'm falling in love with you..."
I want to live it
Spirit PathThe man with a still heart is not dead.Spirit Path6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took the clock and smashed its face.
Now he goes through what comes next.
If 'next' can be used in a timeless place.
If 'place' can be used in a state of mind.
If 'mind' can be used for a soul's journey.
O u r M i n d s C a n n o t T r e a d t h e P a t h s o u r S o u l s F i n d.
DaybreakThe night fog not a competitorDaybreak7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Sun burning it away leaving not a wisp
Nothing to hide behind
Sun seeking, calling, and shining its desire to illuminate
You
Heart-SynapsePin the lungs to the spineHeart-Synapse7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
compact and curable
The place between the heart and synapse.
Red Rosesthe red roses wilted into a blazing mess of homicidal gloryRed Roses7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
decapitated petals line the halls-
this is what living like this does.
How Unfortunate II"I smell sex and candy." Veruca stared up at the ceiling.How Unfortunate II7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you talking about?" Her newest male counterpart turned to look at her. "I mean I understand the sex part, but how do you smell candy?"
Veruca stood up and pulled on her pants. Her revenge wasn't going as planned. Alan left countless messages on her machine, each coo of "I'm sorry" replied to with a one night stand. She couldn't think of any better way to get back at him. She shook her head and pushed herself into her top. "Never mind." She muttered. She couldn't remember this one's name, was it Logan? No, Lee…Leonardo…Levi, Levi!
Levi had crawled over on the
computer voice box includedDrama queen;computer voice box included7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a narcissistic overdose
the stage is nearing
a bloody nose
the crowd will gasp
at this display.
Copycats come
out to play.
A fringe flung near
an open fire
the chamber choir's getting
higher
and your just getting quieter and quieter
On knowledge and understandingPeople often make the mistake of confusing knowledge of something with the idea that they understand it. The two are related, though definitely not the same thing. It's like calling genius insanity, or lust love. They are connected so intimately, that it's impossible to separate them completely. It's a symbiotic relationship, with each part being integral to the others They're intertwined like a tree that grows around a fence or a pole, they've ceased to be separate entities, an they're completely inseparable.On knowledge and understanding7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Knowledge is the basic level of human learning, it's facts cold and simple. That's not to say that knowledge doesn't have huge pote
let us begin.let us begin.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us begin complete: a heart, a river stone--
Let us dream ourselves crocodile and wildebeest,
pampas and brushfire; as silk nets for butterfly
rice white in green bamboo. Let us hold our tongues
like fools guilty and innocent as guilt and innocence
accrue. Let us listen to the art of listening
and drown in the thought of inescapable flight.
Let us die, drunk on this life, and satisfied--
Bloodless mind bloodied: a murder undoing itself.
Little earthquakesRosetta dear,Little earthquakes7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know you fear
but tell me in [sentences complete]
why you chose to rest your feet
on the ceiling -
you never anymore, tempt the floor
with your feelings
Rosetta my love
have these tiny little earthquakes been making you shaky
Or the dizziness making your head feel achy
They say its time to come down
down
down
down
reland on the ground
Tell me this Rosetta, are you happy
in this tiny, kinda scary world
you've filled with kitchen sinks and broken doors
porciline hearts and liquid floors
I hear your hunting hands today
instead of hunting heads
i hear your making plans today
instead of taking meds
Roset
People WatchingDuct-tape my mouth shutPeople Watching7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint the lips red
I can't speak out anymore
he's watching....
I'm feeling trapped
Pull the splinters out of my heart
This wooden box is too small
Keeping up appearances
It's becoming too time consuming
I need to
feel free
but
he's watching.
MagdalenaTied up in knotsMagdalena7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Head in an iron cage
Locked in a glass box
An accident waiting to happen
Don't let it escape.
Whatever you want.
He Doesn't Touch Me 8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Nu maineVară. Seară. Doi bărbaţi şi un copac în mijlocul nimicului.Nu maine1 year ago in Drama More Like This
A: Acum trebuie doar să aşteptăm. A spus că vine mâine.
B: Da…să aşteptăm…
A doua zi; dimineaţă.
A: A spus pe la ce ora din zi ajunge?
B: Nu, a spus doar că vine mâine.
A: Cu siguranţă trebuie să ajungă imediat.
B: Zici tu..
A: Doar nu crezi că..? Nu! Nu ne-ar face aşa ceva. Nu! A zis mâine. Ştii că mereu a făcut ce a spus.
B: Da.. asta a fost până acum..
A: Doar nu crezi că o să ne tr
MonstriiÎmi tot place să spun că sunt gol. Dar nu e adevărat, deşi mi-ar plăcea să mă detaşez de tot, de toate, încă am sentimente, emoţii, dorinţe, opinii, cuvinte. Problema e că sunt contradictorii, mereu, în orice situaţie. Dacă nu sunt gol este pentru că sunt plin de monştri; monştri pe care am învăţat să îi accept, şi cu care ştiu să trăiesc.Monstrii1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Şi totuşi tot nu funcţionez. Nu funţionez pentru că ei (monştrii) nu au învăţat să trăiasca între ei,
Ochi de ploaieA fost cândva… Cine ştie? Poate înca mai e…Ochi de ploaie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A fost cândva un el, un el cu ochi de ploaie. Şi el, cu ochii lui de ploaie şi suflet de copil, era... Nu ştiu cum să-ţi spun, dar el, în misterul cu care se înfăşura, m-a stors de mine. El, cu ochii lui de ploaie, mi-a zâmbit, dar prea târziu. Mi-a zâmbit la o secundă după ce mi-am vândut dragostea pentru libertate. Şi el a ştiut asta. Şi în frumuseţea lui a continuat involuntar să-mi zâmbească.
Şi-ţi spun sincer acum că nu te mint c
In Oz: Tell-Tale SecretsIn Oz: Tell-Tale Secrets4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: Tell-Tale Secrets
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
So this is about secrets, this is about all the little poems that are whispered in the dark, and perhaps now is the time I should tell you a little story. I tell you about a wonderful girl hiding herself in the shadows, but the sun reveals more of her than she knows, and so I fall in love with her eyes, her lips and the way she moves in my imagination. She's careful, she doesn't want to be found yet, but here she is, and Ra just decided to make her dance in his rays of light to show her beauty to the whole wide world.
Sta.sh
