Le Ballon NoirNobody knows why its there:
if it was left by a deity,
or a couple, or a father who didnt want
a black balloon at the wedding,
they didnt leave a calling card
when they tied it to the lamp-post
for the climbing boy to find.
Once released the balloon attacks
bobbing off his head and arms
as he clings to the ironwork.
The fall is caused by the distraction
rather than the force itself
and breaks a leg -
he mightve cracked his head too
on the way down.
A man selling hot rice
runs to the aid of the folded boy
and sees the balloon drifting skywards,
Loning over dusty hills
towards the grey tenement
it finds a dog to tease, bouncing
off the windowpane as it yaps in alarm.
This rouses a drunk man,
who bursts onto the balcony lurching outwards he grabs for it
misses, grabs for it, misses, grabs for...
The woman carrying bread
encounters her lifeless husband
and her wails are still audible
as the balloon sails across the main
October Haiku-1-October Haiku7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on a slimy stone
in cricket whites
fielding at mid-on:
the show dog leaps
with practised grace
into the river
around the window
an early bloom
of Christmas lights
St Mary's Stadium:
a blackbird sings
to empty seats
beneath the trees
a nervous flock
guarding the armchair
two muscular dogs
this windy day
the fish swim
amongst golf balls
over tea and biscuits
my neighbours parrot
gasped with ecstasy
the hot air balloon
in a fish pond
crossing the road
fat cats, fat pigeons,
this stupid world!
only ladies kill themselvessuicide, a girly wordonly ladies kill themselves7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
such a feminine word
with all the insanity
of a woman
a crazed lady leaping
to her death bed
still looking quite good
no, men do not commit suicide
they go kamikaze
as in they are calm and have cause
when they hang the noose
or blow off their face
its with conviction and reason
employing the same logic used
for crosswords and sudoku
yes, suicide is something only a woman would do
The WeddingHow late is the groom?The Wedding7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The congregation muttered and rustled.
Marry me instead! called a joker from the aisles.
The laughter died as she turned,
MotherMy mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through a window and into someone's loft.Mother7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was the bubbling youth, all the freshness of spring and attractiveness of summer molded into a human being. At least that's how I remember her. It's not how my siblings will. They might treasure memories of dinners and bed-time stories the way I treasure the memory of girl's night out with the daughter in tow.
I always found falling stars sad. Bleeding out all their glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from something I always imagined to be a warm glow to something harder, more weathered, more enduring.
My mother wears rhinestones in her hair and silk blouses to work. As if they would lend her some of their shine, because she has lost all of hers. She has started receiving guests in a white jumper from eighty-two and orange trainers; the woman that raised me would never have.
Hunting WerewolvesI feel your fur upon my skinHunting Werewolves7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thing I was afraid of
Now holding me close
The ivory teeth
Lips upon mine
Holding me close
No sense of time.
You were the thing I never wanted to believe in
Yet now I feel as never before
A sense of completion, love
The thing I feared
As you hold me close
I feel your fur upon my skin
Most women want a knight,
One in shining armor
And here I am
You UnderneathYou Underneath8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
brushing the willow,
swallow many branches, while
brushing the willow
they hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat.
Scratch the bark,
they hear the
brushing the willow,
They hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat;
scratch the bark
they hear the
brushing the willow
Werewolf PleaOh great motherWerewolf Plea7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Night be your brother
Hear my plea
Make a wolf of me!
Grant me paws
Sharp talons and claws
Grant me a pelt
Only the sun can melt
Grant me fangs
Pointed that hang
Grant me eyes
Sharp that cut through lies
Grant me a howl
A powerful growl
Grant me a tail
One that will not fail
Heres where I stand
Over this great land
Wild and free
This is my true destiny
HomeYou always feltHome7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I still
Felt like home
LostBlood tattered chains,Lost8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rusty red hinges.
Grey iron bars,
And a caged wolf.
A blood covered muzzle,
Dull yellow eyes.
A makeshift attempt,
To keep it all inside.
Anger, pain, and frustration too,
What else could he possibly do?
To keeping it inside.
He caused himself to die,
Because of self made lies.
So now his beaten down wolf,
Waits quietly undisturbed,
Until one day soon,
He can be released,
To be freed by his own beast.
Wolfen SoulI have never wanted to howl,Wolfen Soul8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So badly as I do now.
I can feel the tightening in my chest,
My maw raising toward the sky,
Flattening my ears,
And singing to the moon
To my brothers and sisters,
To my soul that lives out in the forest.
All of it.
I want to drink in the air,
As it swirls around me,
I want to growl, play and bark,
At my pack who live around me.
I just want to be freed,
Of this retched life.
I want to wag my tail
And feel the soil between my paws.
Most of all, I want to howl,
I want to sing my soul for all to hear.
I just want to be free,
To be free in the wild.
Yet I am forced to hold back the feeling.
The tears welling up in my eyes,
Slowly fall down my muzzle.
I dont know if Im happy or sad,
But now I can feel myself calming down.
The feeling has been released for now,
But until it happens again, I will howl for you,
And the life that awaits in the deep green forests,
Of my heart and soul.
*flattens ears and howls*
ProbabilityProbability9 years ago in General More Like This
The professor held out his hand, in which rested a single silver coin.
"Now," he said, "If I flip this coin one thousand times—flip, flip, flip—and every time I come up tails, what do the rules of probability say my chances of getting heads will be on the next flip?"
A girl raised her hand.
"Very good!" the professor said, bouncing the coin in his palm. "Who's to say that the next attempt won't come up heads; or the next thousand, for that matter?"
A boy raised his hand.
"But what if probability can't factor in? What if there's actually something wrong with the coin that makes it keep ending up that way?"
"Ah," the professor said, closing his palm. "You never question the coin. Math can't fix the coin."
DaydreamsPink flowers tinkle,Daydreams8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
As I lay here, eyes open,
Reading clouds of you.
The Werewolf -Redux-The story doesn't quite begin where it began, but rather 23 years already spent on choices, mistakes, love, hate and life itself. The only reason being, is that this particular rock in the stream of this poor soul's life causes a change so dramatic that it simply must be recognized. It must be written. It must be remembered.The Werewolf -Redux-6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Many walls came crashing down for that one unfortunate individual, whose life seemed destined and cursed for as long as he could remember. Things just never seemed to turn out the way he wanted or needed them to; even anything sure-footed. Something always had to go wrong, something was always just a little off.
Yes, many walls came crashing down. Even those that box in reality and belief.
But the story must start somewhere.
Even if it's as blatant as the focus of our illumination, strolling along some arbitrary sidewalk in the middle of his born-and-raised hometown.
Yes, that's where we will begin...
Markus Devlin seemed an ordinary man walking along some ordinary
Bitten: Chapter One: BittenChapter One: BittenBitten: Chapter One: Bitten5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The words, "We shouldn't be doing this." That Eric said before his group of high school student friends entered the dark forest became true when they saw the houses hidden in the trees. It was just going to be a simple walk in the woods to investigate an old shake a friend found. Unfortunately this excursion did not go as well as planned and could change the life of the seventeen-year-old Eric forever.
"Rodney, where is this shack of yours? It's getting late and my moms going to kill me if I'm not back before the new episode of Vampire Diaries." Eric complained as he snapped a stick under his foot. Eric was tall and skinny not much for the outdoors even though he does play football, due to the excessive bugging of his girlfriend to get him to play, but he only sits on the bench. He had on a gray jacket with a red t-shirt underneath and some normal blue jeans. He wore glasses and some regular converse. The boy was nothing specia
It Really HurtInspiration hit me; a concussion followed!It Really Hurt7 years ago in Humor More Like This
A Storm on the DownFuming clouds browse closer, lowing oxenA Storm on the Down8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the horizon's watery surface,
swimming in jet-streams like black piranhas in river-blasted currents.
Gusts forewarn, causing the grassy hillside,
a cold cat,
to anxiously flex her shivering coat.
Woodlouse hued storm-banks corner her
then cruelly poke at her flanks with jagged white feelers,
and cough swarmed drops that pelt her cringing fur with wet stings.
She shudders the last of the summer into dust-slimed wormstreams,
and crouches scowling,
as if sheltering from livid ravens.
Prey of my HeartWe are not the monsters you imagine us. We are more in touch with the natural world, with the checks and balances of life and death than most mere humans can understand. We are werewolves.Prey of my Heart7 years ago in General More Like This
It was that time again. The time when the moon's call overrides all other senses. The time when the inner beast is set free.
He had been waiting for this moment for six months. Ever since she had moved into town. The perfect prey. Unsuspecting, beautiful, sweet, and untainted. Long, dark brown hair caressed her pale skin accented by the caress of moonlight. Shadows cast down by the trees flickered across her features and made her all the more beautiful, all the more tempting.
He grunted softly, his tail wagging in anticipation of the hunt, the chase, and the kill. She would be his tonight. His near silent pawsteps lightly graced the ground as he approached her. He was hunting alone tonight, and that was how he preferred it. Especially since tonight she was prey.
She hummed a light tune as she
Searching For A Werewolf - IBy this point there was no going back. This was her breaking point. All she had wanted was a break, but it was already broken. When he said it was all or nothing. No more was she to put up with his constant needs, his strange habits, and his power over her. She would not settle for less, even when it came to love. She realized now he had been a slick one. He was charming, and did everything a gentleman was supposed to do. He sent her flowers for Valentines day, jewelry on her birthday, and a card with every holiday. These were not his faults, only his cover. Really he had been turning her into what he wanted her to be, not who she was. She had even switched religions for this man. Yet, all her love and attention was not enough. His jealousy betrayed him, and she realized the truth. She tried to back away slowly but that only turned to a production. So she ended the show.Searching For A Werewolf - I7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Her heart was broken, but to him she made