Original: Key to My HeartLove can happen anywhere.Original: Key to My Heart8 years ago in General More Like This
That was the first thing that Jennas mother taught her. Love could happen at any place, at any time, to anyone. Love could be walking right around the corner; Love could be standing 2 feet away from you in the line at the grocery store. It could be gentle and soft like velvet; it could be powerful and passionate like a raging waterfall. The pizza boy could fall in love; the president of a powerful law firm could fall in love.
No one is immune, Jenna could remember her mother whisper to her as they had huddled in a blanket, watching the stars dance overhead. All it takes is one touch, one look, even a small sound, and youre hooked. Love is the sweetest drug in the entire world.
Jenna thought about love often as she grew up from a shy child to a social teenager until she was a sophomore in college in New York. Oh yes, things superseded it; exams, friends, parties. Yet, in the back of her mind, Jenna would hear her mot
umbrellasI.umbrellas10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A boy putters in the hotel
by a single thread of duty--
it is wound
twice around the doorknob,
pulls taut at his wrist.
Recede through the keyhole,
and his keepers are weary,
sprawled like dead
leaves on bedspreads,
A small girl wails, maybe three,
her teethy pitch escalating
In the rented night,
her last cry strangles,
undone by hands
A forty-foot red curtain separates us
from the amphibious stage.
At the cirque du soleil
(i squint to see the sun),
clowns chase leaks
with patchy umbrellas.
This is a present, a moment
like a birthday. But
i do not know my father's age--
in rows of rivets, well-provided
and well-dressed, we spring
Chuckling at clowns,
They all wear flower-
i am nothing
i will invest
in an umbrella
to grow up.
I dance in clown shoes.I dance in clown shoes.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You compose your conversations.
Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,
ending arguments with a flourish.
Make a point, now whirl, quickly.
Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.
You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:
One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.
You leave me confused and two steps back,
just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.
And if I catch up, if I make a point,
you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dust
as you make your escape.
And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,
Ending your sentence with a door.
And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,
trying to catch up before the page break.
Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.
And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.
A waltz to counter my four-four.
You don't dance your words-
you speak a dance.
You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.
You rapidly reverse the rhythm,
changing tempo in a blur of sound
I Am A CameraLiquid sun now sips the oceanI Am A Camera11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the clouds frame the moon.
Yes, the moon hits the stars and the wind blankets my back
MementosDying is a pain in the ass and everywhere else too. I've died so often that perhaps I shouldn't mind it so much but I do.Mementos6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It's frequently messy, inconvenient and I'm so very tired of having to disappear.
I try not to leave anyone behind for whom my disappearance may cause distress. My own constant sorrow I do my best to hide. That's not to say I don't form relationships―I do. I'm a not a loner by any means. Like everyone else, I need human contact to keep me sane but I have the good sense to sever all ties with those I care about, before my time comes.
What am I you ask? I'm not really sure. I'm not a vampire or a god, or any kind of angel. That much I know. I'm flesh and blood with all the familiar moving parts and appearance of a human being. Still, something extraordinary happens to me, every twenty-five years or so.
My body consumes itself, not unlike spontaneous combustion. Only the process is a lot m
I Had a Slug...I had a slug...I Had a Slug...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace
Unsave MeU n s a v e m eUnsave Me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Steal away the softness from my eyes.
I want your fingerprints on my thighs,
The rainbows you leave there
When I taste your blood on my lips.
Make me beg.
Feed me the emptiness I crave,
Please- kiss me with your teeth.
Fill my head with your throat-sounds,
To chase away the void.
I cannot stand your gentle hands.
They stroke so tenderly,
And though I ache for you
To score with pointed fingertips
The smooth skin of my hips,
You do not.
Bruise away my bitter deeds
Like I long of you.
Rid me of damned innocence,
Flay me with my longing
My raspy yes is barbed within my throat.
Red welts on ivory skin,
Black oceans of bliss
Your name, carved deep enough to scar.
These things I want-
For you to make me nothing,
Free me from myself,
Blind me so that I may see you,
Choke me so that I may breathe.
U n s a v e m e.
A pair of idle sparrowsA pair of idle sparrows10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pair of idle sparrows
There was a time when we would rest
as sparrows on a speckled roof,
and from the hills and skies of stone
would call upon the morning sun.
All through the verdant days of spring
we'd rouse the daybreak from the west
and, laughing in a new love's bliss
our song grew into unison.
But all throughout our idleness
the seasons passed and storms began,
and soon, despite our shrill protest,
the winter snow destroyed our home.
Too weak; you fell from our frail nest
and now with grief, I sing alone.
Aboard the SS Complaints It had been days since the S.S Complaints had spotted any lulz. The crew wasAboard the SS Complaints7 years ago in Humor More Like This
anxious and moody. Of course no one was more moody than resident angry man, *ReallyAngry.
WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THIS?! He screamed, I NEED SOMETHING TO BE ANGRY ABOUT. DAMN IT, COMPLAINTS GIVE ME SOMETHING TO RANT ABOUT!!
Shh, dear said =Bohobella, braiding flowers into his hair, The kids might hear you.
TO HELL WITH THE KIDS! THEY CANT HEAR US OUT HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!!
Shut up *ReallyAngry, =Mixedpie glared at him, Im trying to make a couple dozen posts here and your ranting is making me lose my concentration,
More threads? groaned ~Rasec-Wizzlbang, havent you gotten the spam wa
winter has swallowed the worldwinter has swallowed the world today,winter has swallowed the world7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his blistering fury biting at faces
and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides
a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,
all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches
quietly sweeping the ground below.
What is FoundWhat is Found5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That day she ceased to speak,
I tore at her chest, ripped open her
breast and it was not ribs, but
the coils of tree root inside.
And her heart, a single wine-colored
leaf with serrated edges.
--- --- --- --- ---
The Love of the Dead...is EternalThe Love of the Dead6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
An ocean of smoke,
and rare flashes of strobe light
- and your eyes
you think you're my vampire
so tenderly biting my neck,
until I bite back.
Your body heavy against mine,
I'm caught against the wall.
Yet you're so lost,
be my lost soul.
you think you have me
for a moment
and the night.
you're the one caught,
and I'm having you.
Your blood on my tongue,
your skin between my teeth,
I am your vampire
and you are mine.
I'll make you stay
for one night
the dance of death...
in an ocean of smoke,
and shadows alive.
What Dreams May ComeA spoon traces reality's wake,What Dreams May Come10 years ago in Open More Like This
leaving behind ripples of that material you hold of so dear.
Lazily bejewelled spectres drift after,
all consuming behind veiled greed.
Lavishly they take their fill
of your ill dreams.
Never Ending, Ever Spiralling stairs send you
to the places where hope begins.
Ghostly dancers reside on pedestals of jade,
serenading in place amidst fluted rose pillars.
Beneath cigarette filters
their feet beat out a precise rhythm.
Disapproval splatters like rain. Soaking discarded the prom dresses
of desolate angels, resplendent in their despair.
Ebony Eyeliner runs ragged down pale cheeks
as rain pelts lifeless eyes, from whence tears come to mingle.
Abandoned, they trace their sorrow in imperfect blue lines;
emptily they wallow in forlorn and forsaken dreams.
A glib word and beautifully turned phrase
glow forgivingly in soft dawns light.
An ever expanding, all encompassing feeling
hits you like a pillow-padded train.
An ember inside of you turns to conflagration
Elvin TearsElvin Tears6 years ago in Open More Like This
The Elvin tears roll down my face
Like diamonds falling out of the sky
As I watch peoples Love melt away
There perspectives and negative visions
What they harming with there negative decisions.
Who will be left when I am gone?
Who would continue what I have left behind?
There will be nothing left but a vision
I have tried and I have cried
I have laughed and I have shared
I have dreamed and I have cared
No one listens, no one sees, no one cares
They close the book before reading it.
Its to easy to turn to turn a blind eye to the Light
Its to easy that you have gone mindlessly dim
Ignoring what I am try to say in my arts and creations
You should try to find your voice,
My song is almost over, its your choice
This is One voice you should try find today.
Newlyweds: chapter 3Toby looked at his mum. She was really beautiful. The most beautiful and kind person Toby had ever met. She took him in and treated him like a son and he loved her more than a son could ever love a mother. His heart swelled at the sight of her giggling. The only thing he wanted was to make her happy. Sometimes he would intentionally do something silly, just to see her smile. But even when she smiled her eyes looked sad and Toby knew why. It was because of him. Because of that devil that cast a spell on her and made her fall for him. But devils do not love, only use. He had found that out the hard way all those years he spent in the streets. But his mum was an angel. A true angel who came down from the sky. Toby knew so, because one time, when they lived in London, he had nightmares about people being murdered in front of his eyes so he went to her. He opened the door to her bedroom slightly and saw her sleeping. Her skin and hair was glowing and she looked like she didn't belong to thiNewlyweds: chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I Remember Your MomI miss you every time I drink orange juice.I Remember Your Mom6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember your mom returning from the store, knocking on your door to inform me she'd bought orange juice.
"She bought it especially for you," you'd say.
I felt wanted, welcome, and loved.
I miss you every time I want a cigarette.
I remember your mom, on her way to the store, asking what kind I smoked.
"I'll buy my own. But thank you," I'd say.
I felt like part of the family.
I miss you every time I put groceries away.
I remember your mom, on her way out after a day of moving, asking me to put away the cold stuff for her.
"Look at you all domestic. Cute," you'd say.
I felt like that was my home, too.
I miss you every time I smell food cooking.
I remember your mom, on her way to the living room, knocking on your door to let us know dinner was ready.
"Did you have enough? Eat as much as you want. There's plenty," she'd say.
I felt like I wasn't just another mouth to feed.
I miss you every time I ask permission to shower.
I remember your mom, w
The Morning After Louis woke up in his bed, fully clothed. His head was throbbing and his mouth felt dry. He moved to get up, but just rolled off the bed and hit the ground. With a groan, he braced himself and rose to his feet, groggily moving to the door. Stumbling into the hallway, Louis looked at the people. They were all laying on the floor in complete silence; sleeping, he thought. Through his blurred vision couldn't make out any of their faces, but he was sure he knew most of them.The Morning After8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stumbled to the kitchen down the hall and to the kitchen, taking a pack of Columbian gourmet coffee from the cupboard. His parents were arriving that afternoon, and they would flip out if they knew he had a party while they were gone. He hung his head and drank the coffee slowly, trying to regain his composure and overcome his hangover. If it wasn't for those kegs that Rick brought, he'd
dance for an endyou shot me to feel cleaner about yourself, ya your the dirtiest one around.dance for an end9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
my body did the best that my body can.
You dance cause you know that its the end, I should have had the trust in my friends.
You blew everyone's tires, and walked bragging about how you destroyed someone who you said you admired.
It's the end, you should know by now how to love yourself.
You light the fire that burns underneath our feet.
She was my angel, but my angel got tired of lying around.
Im doing the best that I can to hold back.
You know what I say.
Youll see what i'll be