NarcisismDoar în prostia mea sunt fericit!Narcisism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aurolacul propriei mele persoane
Mă face să nu am nevoie de oameni
Ori de camioane.
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
De pe luciul retinei
Trecând zâmbind pe străzi
Acelaşi veşnic nimeni,
Găsind plăcere în halbe de bere
Şi în propria piele
În furtişaguri mărunte
Şi privitul la stele.
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
Un mizantrop ipocrit
Clădind castele din nimic,
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
Deşurubând stângaci convenţii
Ori inhibând intenţii
În vitrinele poftelor mele...
Doar în prostia mea sunt fericit!
leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme.6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together. i like being the blue eyed girl with hands holding her from spilling in a mess at everyones toes. i like it when theyre your hands.
i try to define you with mental disorders. i say you have schizophrenia and pretend its a valid excuse. im in love with one of your personalities, but the other doesnt even notice
the fluttered- a collectionithe fluttered- a collection6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hear my joints dislocate, coming apart at the notion of sunlight. It falls and it settles in pictures of loveliness, golden tree branches and hints of leaves; of autumn, of spring.
I am so tall in the water. My legs are never-ending, crooked lines of peachskin- watching my fingers draw out ripples until they strain and buckle and fall into the cool. Ill touch my toes and loop my figure and Ill make giant ripples, abhorring fallen leaves and sending shivers of blue through his legs.
Its a faded crimson red holding my breasts, tugging my hips and leaving my ribcage bare to the current. Its smudged lipstick and smeared blood to him; its the soft of petals and the heat of summer to me.
With dirt up my thighs and crushed flowers beneath my elbows we sat in echoes of bark; lit with the little light the leaves could spare. We were a picture. We were lovers in the dirt, near the stream, soft nothing above and heaviness beneath us.
It came tumbling down by my
the weeds across the street.Shes the little girl with flaxen curls at four pm flouncing down her driveway with her hands buried in her pockets, lips pressed out like shes whistling. Youll watch her out your window, with your tea lukewarm on the sill, and splutter a cough; fogging up the glass just enough to miss her smile.the weeds across the street.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You saw her once, twice eating petals off the roses in your garden. Youve forgotten how to converse with children, you cussed between the wheezing and she stared right past like you were simply a knurled twig catching the wind in its leaves.
One morning you found her; purple stockings, blush mittens and a head of sunlight curls- asleep with your cat, Ginger, in your backyard. Her face was lost in the fur and repose and she slept soundly as you cut through her curls, knife icy in your recycled paper fingers. You tied a ribbon around the hair and sewed it in to your next doll. You named her Lucy and stitched a red heart into her chest. At nighttime the beating is so loud y
flesh puzzlesIn the beginning it was enough. Id be wide-eyed, quietly watching her through the windows. Limbs and torso like a slender tree; bowing in wind and always shooting up toward the sun. Shed wear summer skin in the middle of winter with freckles spoiling her shoulders and cheekbones. Her birthmark was a dull red stain at her collarbone and she had a mole beneath her left breast. She was thirteen and I thirty, but my, oh my, did I ache to see her insides.flesh puzzles6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The house next door they called the sea house because it was two stories of cerulean blue. Through my bedroom window I could see naught but an empty bedroom. But late September the Parler family moved in. The Father was a tree of a man who was always working and the mother was a blonde lady named Annie with big tits and long legs. She brought around a tray of brownies for me, pathetic bitch, I thought as I fed them to the Cooper. I took him for a walk in the early morning mist and let him shit on their lawn.
It was late afterno
fall asleep with me tonight.If I wrote you a lullaby with verses of moonlit, fogged breath and a chorus of heartbeats- would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms?fall asleep with me tonight.6 years ago in General More Like This
I lie awake at night and watch traffic lights outside my window shout RED into the peace quiet and occasional hazy rev of traffic. I lie awake and shiver through layers and wish to silent stars it wasnt winter, wish the nighttime cool wouldnt paint quite so many goose bumps on my skin and make my eyelids so cold. I lie awake at night and night-dream without sleep- about you and all your eyelashes and beautiful wordings.
I like the way your collarbone lies horizontally beneath your neck, resting on light shoulders. God must have hidden it beneath your peach skin in a hurry, because with hurried hands he didnt push it in quite far enough. I imagine him assembling you, I envisage your organs and elongated limbs before you were in a single piece, a mess-heap of portions and parts of beautiful. I would have liked to build you up my
pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think Im just a mess of badly drawn lines. Im just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice.pretty boys break hearts.6 years ago in Teen More Like This
my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I cant see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.
why do you love me?
you make me happy.
I never could figure out just how. was it my illegible love notes, or the tiny hearts I drew into his bare back with my fingertips? was it the filth on my knees or the way I named every bowing flower in my garden? maybe it was the way I sewed the stars to the navy sky and told him in a little, little voice-that I loved him.
either way he made my heart skip beats and bumps and bangs and he made me feel beautiful, a little
Eu impotriva meaŞtiam că mă aflu în pragul nebuniei.Eu impotriva mea7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Trecuseră atâtea zile, luni mai bine spus, ba poate chiar ani mucegăiţi, de când trăgeam pătura peste noi şi aveam pretenţia de a crede că nu se întâmpla nimic deosebit. Îmi întindeam mâna peste trupul scăldat sălbatic în razele lunii simţindu-i bătăile inimii asemenea sunetelor unui clopot posedat. Îmi apropiam buzele înfricoşate sărutându-i umărul transpirat, pielea îmbibată cu propria noastră tăcere, cu nesfârşita teamă de care ne simţeam legaţi de acest prezent din care eu personal nu păream a mai avea vreo şansă de evadare; aşa a şi fost. Ne ţineam de mână având certitudinea că ne-am spus astfel cele mai înfocate declaraţii de iubire ce s-ar fi putut mărturisi vreodată, c&
DevotionGive me your presence, for thine aura is pure.Devotion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me your friendship, thus the beginning of all.
Give me your trust, for defiance is not an issue.
Give me your heart, for I shall defend against all harm.
Give me your love, for it shall grant us immortality.
Soul PoisonVenturing forth into the darkest reaches of the heart,Soul Poison11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching for answers to unspoken questions,
I gain the knowledge that poisons the soul.
The truth I find is a silent assassin,
It\'s venomous blade dissecting my sanityin tormented silence.
Striving for what I cannot possess,
the serum I seek hides herself in plain sight,
undetected by senses blinded by fates cold hand.
Death grips my heart in a ravens claw,
Savagely draining its beats like a countdown clock to doomsday.
My tainted soul screams in deafened silence,
Calling it\'s mute defiance to the
indifferent world we are thrust into.
We are born of pain and blood,
It is foolish to think one could live and die any differently.
So I venture forth once more,
I remove the parts of my soul which taint me,
Quarantined until the day my serum finds me,
And I die another day.....
a used heart, a new startA used heart, a new starta used heart, a new start7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
After I thought love was dead
I found it, again
I thought this was the end of my happiness
I could not have cried any less
But I found love again
And my new life was about to begin
You were there
When I was neglected
You were there
When I was rejected
When I needed a friend
When I thought it was the end
I found a place in your arms
You made me smile with your secret charm
You are here
You are with me
I have no fear
That youll forget me
Though feelings of the past
Are buried deep in my heart
The spell you have cast
Has freed me at last
Out with the old
In with the new
I cant believe it
I think I love you
Dream Come TrueHis guitar strap is lying on the floor.Dream Come True7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can't seem to find the song he's searching for.
He strums his six-string, but no lyrics come to mind.
He is feeling something that words just can't describe.
He dreams at night of a wonderful girl.
He dreams he lives in a wonderful world.
Her microphone is shaking in her nervous hand.
She needs to find her voice, but doesn't think she can.
She does not know what it means to believe
In oneself, in love, in... anything.
She does not dwell on impossible dreams,
But she still wishes she could live happily.
He saw her stumble into the bar in her high-heeled shoes.
He thought to himself "I guess I've got nothing to lose."
She was doubtful at first, but he was so charming.
It was so hard to say no; his smile was disarming.
Then they danced together all night long.
And that was when their souls wrote this song,
The perfect song for both their lives,
Of true love, without secrets or lies.
Neither man nor woman had ever believed
Such perfection existed 'ti
The Courtney WayStep backThe Courtney Way7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the normal
And step into my world
My life, my dreams, and my head.
For that you may see
What I, you, she, and he could be
For what you see
Is the outside appearances and
Be dazzled things
And what the differences between you and me
I look for the outstanding qualities
And the energy levels someone has
Not for a hot ass!
For the way you think and what you say
Is different then what you say and actually meant in a way
Entertainment could cost you mullah
Heck, just give me a printer and some comfortable chair and Im set
And ill bet
Youll judge me on first appearances
As I drink - FireanIcewitchThe darkness of my soulAs I drink - FireanIcewitch8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I try to fill
The black hole within
The void, The nothingness
That can never be filled
Not with you
Or the countless others
The life they led
Young or Old
Guilty or Innocent
Weak or Strong
They all go down the same way
With the peaceful bliss
I give them
They are sent back
To wherever they came from
With my lethal kiss
For my thirst
That can never be quenched
This is their end
With no foofaraw
To mark their passing
As the last drop
Of your life
Slides down my throat
A single blood tear
Slides down my cold cheek
For you, for the others, for me
That is all that is allowed, though
As I am who I am
And this was your time
To leave this world
Is your curse
Oda do dentystyOh, w szpitalu ty dentysto,Oda do dentysty7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
mojej szczęki tyś sadystą,
Ty wyrywasz i plombujesz,
zęby wiercisz i borujesz,
W fotel miękki mnie układasz,
włączasz lampę, no i gadasz,
Zastrzyk wbijasz w podniebienie
gdy wydaję swoje tchnienie,
Pytasz czy się dobrze czuję,
gdy mnie wiertło w szczęki kłuje,
Kiedy plomba ma twardnieje,
twa suszarka w zęby wieje,
Wreszcie, kiedy z tronu wstaję,
wielkie dzięki Tobie daję,
I wychodząc cosik nucę,
myśląc iż tu już nie wrócę,
Jednak później przypomina
ząb mój oraz kwaśna mina,
Że bez Ciebie, mój dentysto,
Jam sam sobie jest sadystą.
Teachers to the DeadWhile we slept,Teachers to the Dead7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you strapped your arm around
my chest like armor and possession,
like this one belongs to me. Together, we are
teaching the things that haunt us
to lie down in their graves.
Here, like this
your demons say to mine as
they demonstrate the art of behaving.
Together, we secure their
broken bodies and set them into six feet of
(but we do not follow
we cannot go in their stead)
They do not know theyre dead. Its
always a blow when we break the news.
They find themselves jealous of our
human skin and our inhaling
(we are too kind
to show that we are more alive without them
that losing them
picture death.I couldnt bring myself to bury her.picture death.6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I couldnt bring myself to empty the ground of dirt and of earthworms and of the spindly weed roots, and fill in the ochre gap with her body. Her coffee-cream fur held her tiny skeleton from falling out when they hit her. I try not to think of miniature beat-less hearts and mute lungs. I never saw her dead, but I can imagine.
They found her on the median strip. Breathless and still by the endless whoosh of traffic.
In my mind I see Mums face; I see her heart throbbing at her feet and her cradling the dog, like a precious baby to her chest. I see the love flowing down her withered cheeks and her hands pressing into the fur, desperately releasing life from her fingertips. She wrapped her in a rainbow and buried her beneath a flowering mango tree.
When I came home she was standing on worn feet, looking forlorn and waiting for me. Around the door my little sisters freckles and cheeks are stained pink and shine in the light.
why didn't you say goodbye?Love wasnt in the air the night you unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my skin. No, love definitely wasnt in the air the night we spent in heat of moments, sweating and tumbling and fumbling on your fathers bed.why didn't you say goodbye?6 years ago in General More Like This
It was anywhere but there. Does love go on vacation? I ponder and make fleshy butterflies from my outstretched fingers. Probably.
I cant remember much but I can remember the beginning. The burn of acid bleeding and gushing past my tongue and down my throat. The noises and then your silence. The clumsiness and then the awkward kisses.
You had a garden of dark hair growing from your scalp and dirt eyes. You had a protruding belly button and clown feet. You smelt like my grandfather in his coffin.
You didnt ask me if you could take my virginity. You just assumed I wouldnt mind giving it to you. I always wonder where you put it, if you take good care of it and how it is doing. I imagine you put it in a shiny jar with a sticky label reading Lore
asthmashe smokes marlboro cigarettes with the bedroom door locked. i taste it on her breath, lips and skin everyday after school. her bed is a mattress on the floor. sometimes we make love on it and i wonder if she'd rather have her mouth around a cigarette than me right then. she has asthma too.asthma5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she is my second cousin. i didn't know this until two years after we began fucking and three years after i fell for her. i don't think it really matters. emily says if i ever made her pregnant she'd make me punch her in the stomach, heavy and hard. but i never would you know, i love her.
the smoking is killing her. i hid the cigarettes beneath the sink, but she just bought new ones and hid them better. she had her head down in the pillow, coughing, coughing until she coughed up sticky blood. i cried for her and she told me to stop being such a pussy. i told her i loved her and she drew another cigarette. kissing it ways she'd never kiss me.
some nights i sleep over hers. her father doesn't mind, he
exhalation.Sixteen. Sixteen years since she was the size of a deflated lung beneath her mothers ribcage- now she has her own mass beneath her ribcage. Thumping sometimes to the outside, treating the skin of Laylla's stomach like a door. It will open in 3 months, it will be sliced open because her flesh is meat and they'll bring Sophie to air and she'll swallow until all she tastes is that dull white of the hospital. And then she'll cry and the music will drone in Laylla's ears until she tastes vomit and she is numb in all the aching places.exhalation.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't know the father. She thinks Michael but she tells herself it is Louis. She repeats his name over and over in her head until it simply can't be anyone else's. But baby Sophie will have Michael's milk skin and his amber eyes and then she'll feel her heart sink all over again.
They fucked in a Garden. Wire fencing ripped open her calve like it was a gift and left a scar souvenir. He lifted her dress -sun yellow- and brought her underwear to meet her k