Being DifferentBeing Different2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay my egg besides me
As close as it can be
Protecting against harm
Keeping it warm
I' am different
You might not notice it
But still human
Well some parts of me is still human
Hiding and trying to be normal as possible
I tried as hardest that I could be
Yet being different is an outcast
A subject to behold
I was captured
For things to be checked
Experimentation hurts like hell
In Progress: Help WantedIn Progress: Help Wanted9 years ago in Humor More Like This
My scientist friend tells me that if there was a giant room filled with monkeys banging away on typewriters for all time, one of them would eventually write a novel. I don't bother asking her if typos are allowed or not, because this conversation has nothing to do with novels—she is explaining LIFE to me. A typewriter has twenty-six letters, ten numbers and all that punctuation, but this really isn't much to choose from. She tells me, the building blocks of LIFE are pretty simple, too. I remember 8th grade science. I don't think there's anything simple about endoplasmic reticulum, and I bet the spelling is the least complicated bit about it.
We're chatting while we watch something on Discovery Channel about how they found "what appear to be fossilized bacteria" on some Martian rock or some-such, and I'm trying to figure out what's so cool about bacteria. She thinks this is proof of her typing monkeys, and I think it sounds like time to change the subject.
"Scrabble?" I suggest.
I will search out your shapeI will search out your shape--I will search out your shape5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your parted mouth, the red esophagus,
a tongue limp with hunger
like the heavy sound of a bell.
I will find the dust of my skin
in the ancient impressions of
fingers on your body.
and In the cool stone of your nails
I will rest and grow to be the moss
that only you can see,
the downy hairs penetrating
the back of your long neck
are tall trees in the Sahara.
We will sleep in one room
and share exhalations.
Your eyes will be the windows.
and we will keep our secrets
pressed between our bodies
until they are wet and run together
like slick fish--
and finally, when it is dark,
we will lay to bed our cares,
our thirst, when the dust on the
floorboards retreats like a soft gray wave--
we will scatter our clothes and offer them
to the Spring moon, and peel off our skins
as carefully and easily as flower petals--
and then my kiss will swim in your blood,
freely and without despair.
No matter whatNever forget to love meNo matter what4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Never forget I'll always love you.
Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask you to bring Charlie to a doctor in order to find out what is causing these problems.
Miss Edna Umber, Umbrellium Primary School
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
After the examination of your son, we have been able to establish that he is not suffering from any apparent physical illness or dysfunction. There appears to be nothing wrong wit
SocksYou can't always win a nobel prizeSocks6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or vicarious eyes
while thinking of ways to rhyme
with a 2 syllable word;
I spew lizard,
despite how absurd,
and whether or not
that strikes you in awe
or raises a brow,
or opens your jaw,
regardless of whatever you're thinking right now,
this has no relevance... to anything. At all.
Sometimes you write
about humanity's flaws,
write to grant laughter,
or analyze God,
but then when you write,
you imagine your bed!
so maybe you'd rather be writing
about... socks, instead.
It shouldn't take long
since i'm very much familiar
and quite frankly, an expert,
in the subject matter,
I mean, I wear socks
like, every day, man.
It's I think something
everyone should try.
At least once,
just sit down and write.
No theory, no philosophy,
no literary temptation.
Just write shit about socks,
and the feet that wear them.
Blood OfferingBlood Offering7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The "Hallelujah!" chant drowns out
the bloody bullocks cries.
An offering to cleanse out sin,
for ignorance and lies.
A disemboweled carcass burnt,
the immolated gift,
to purify the soul with fire
means only ash is left.
I Hear the Fallen SingingI Hear the Fallen SingingI Hear the Fallen Singing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a song of silence,
Quiet as a whisper,
But louder than the loudest crackle
Of thunder or the mightiest roar of a
No words are needed to describe
What time can no longer reach
Nor light, nor sound, nor voice
Can envelop and surround
Six feet under they lie
Yet up above they lie in wait
Eternal sentinels of earthly vices
Their absence louder than cathedral choirs
Their presence stronger than a breaking wave
Crashing upon a sandy shore.
Oh, how far they have fallen!
Their unearthly screams piercing even the
Most impenetrable defenses
And yet, how high they have flown
Untouchable and insurmountable!
:Onion Myth: EDIT VERSIONThe Onion. . .:Onion Myth: EDIT VERSION7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A long time ago, there lived poor couple that owned a farm. Although quite lacking in wordly goods, having each other was enough for them. One day, while they were both farming in their field, something rather peculiar appeared. The rather peculiar thing appeared to be a demon of sorts. Suddenly, in a split moment, the raging demon grabbed his wife and before her husband could blink, they both vanished. He stared in shock at the spot.
The man became extremely depressed. Suddenly, another rather peculiar thing appeared from the horizon, came up to him and said, What troubles you?
Who and what are you? he replied.
For now, I have no name, so you may call me the creator, he said. After explaining everything, which didnt take very long, the creator offered to help the man.
The creator held up a large sack and said, Use this and gather as many items for your journey as you can. So, the man went around hi
Hope erases our fear and Faith keeps us aliveHope erases our fear and Faith keeps us alive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood red is the color of dusk
Dark beings started to rise
Death walks in surprise
Hunger drives them to madness
Starvation intensify their insanity
Raw flesh is what they wanted
The smell of Blood fuels their eagerness
Buildings are not safe
For Death awaits
They are quick
And lurks in every dark corners
Waiting, waiting for its prey
Deep in the forest
Is our safest fortress
Were survivor fled
Were food is not contaminated
And water is in its purest
Technology protects this forest
For this we hold into
Hope erases our fear
Life of one seed
Will have a better Life
Faith keeps us alive
Fighting for survival
A Strange Letter FoundA Strange Letter Found7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A much-folded and faded letter was found among the personal papers of Professor Howard Rice after his death in 1936. The contents, more than a little puzzling and troubling, are presented here unedited for your review.
June, 17th, 1908.
My Dear Friend Howard,
I am writing to you, from my room at the Kempler Arms, a run-down inn located in the God-forsaken port of Rockfish Harbor, North Carolina. I have just drank the contents of a bottle of brandy in the vain attempt to calm my nerves enough that I may commit the events of the last few days to paper before I collapse into much needed slumber.
I came here, as you may recall, to study the lasting enigma of the disappearance in 1587 of the English colony on Chapanoke Island. In my mind, it is a great mystery, more than worthy of ranking alongside the more commonly known tale of the Mary Celeste. As you may remember, she was an abandoned ship found off the coast of Portugal in 1872. None of the her crew or passengers were ever found
Ever Green And then the Green Mother lifts her bow, signaling the final song.Ever Green6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A few in the crowd sighed in longing, marking themselves as former attendees.
If you could only hear The Sunset Eternal once, it would still be enough to see you happily through an entire year of cold sleep!
In the back, still in his usual post between two sets of golden elevator doors, an elderly Dogwood shook his branches in horror.
Only the young can speak of winter so flippantly. Imagine, an entire year of such darkness!
Many of the lobby plants agreed, a variety of leaves and blossoms rustling as each fought to be heard above the others. When the noise threatened to draw the attention of their people, Aspidistra silenced them all with a single twitching leaf.
Do not trouble yourselves over the outside world. You should all know by now just what tale-spinners the romantic Flo
swing of the dialswing of the dial8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to be...
when doused alone in liquid light
and all time
my heart's beat is half.
the laughter is missing
it is not joy, it is one second missing
electricity, but running inwards
the charges in the water and run back in on myself
enough to suspend everything but from the white-lit void
to return and
without light or sound.
and now the current crackles low,
and what am I now
facing out in the void, ninety round,
ninety round, ninety round, the 90 round
and back again the void yields nothing but solitude.
I hear of cycled charges
it seems everywhere
circuits perfectly linked
and switches all on and off
with flashing lights and ringing bells
while the same pulse runs through and through and through
in perfect rhythm
and nothing is in the void round me
Turn Away.Turn Away.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I look Away so you can't see
The pain I hide, that shows in my Eyes
I walk Away so you can't hear
The Need inside, That shows in my Voice
I cover my Heart, so you don't know
The love in my soul, That only comes out..
When I'm With You.
chewing the impossibleDraw me laughter,chewing the impossible7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
describe a color to me,
spread a rumor with me about the taste
of water, rhyme a word with orange,
love me more than i love you,
pronounce caramel correctly,
make love in three different languages.
Unfold yourself like a newspaper
and flutter into the world, barking mad,
inky and smelling
of the comic section.
Eat love. Eat in general. Tie your little brothers shoes.
Conquer grief loudly
with crayons or kisses
Two scoops instead of one.
Finish that song, sleep in.