Losing Your VirginityMother makes buds out of cigarette buttsLosing Your Virginity9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smashed into the clay dish,
though it may not have intended to be used this way,
given to her some countless Mothers days ago.
Daughter lies on her back ,
her tan legs like the orange filters that stuck out
at nasty angles from the mess of unkept ashes,
thinking about the hundreds of Sundays that went to waste,
(though she never intended to be used this way)
and how her mother never taught her she was only an animal.
wirelessI.wireless9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we weren't looking for Kevin Bacon,
weren't trying to find a way--
it was just ten steps
to no one in particular.
looking for damn connections,
screw chaos theory.
I'm gonna find me some sense.
less than three percent of potential
rapists are willing to commit murder
if you are in a situation where you feel that such a person
committing such a crime on you is possible
Flash Fiction: Good Business We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?Flash Fiction: Good Business6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
I feel.... ah... A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. I feel fantastic. Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
Would you like to see your new body? A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd like to see. He pointed her towards the mirror that had been cleaned of all dust and grime.
Synchro-CityThey breathed in unison. All over the city, all over the planet, the bots were breathing together. They moved and walked and spoke as their individual programming dictated, but their breathing was synchronised, in and out with the constancy of a ticking clock. She was in her twenties when she first managed to make her own working robot and it breathed with inexorable regularity. In out. In out. In out.Synchro-City7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Hello," it said. In out. "Are you my mother?"
"The female creator of my form," it insisted, "The instantiator of my existence. Are you my mother?"
She had to concede that she was, although the term made her uneasy.
In out. In out. It breathed just like all the other bots did.
Without access to the research databases, she had made a very basic effort at its programming, and that meant it needed to be taught.
"Do I have a name?" It asked her, as she was showing it how to clean the windows. It was standing very close. She could hear it breathing in out, in out.
"No. Would you
A Druidic ConfessionThis morning, I took a walk through the woods.A Druidic Confession6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
This morning the woods walked through me. With every step, I drowned in it.
The night before had brought rain, so the morning had rolled in thick with a feathery mist blanket. I left early, and irresponsibly abandoned my cell phone to my nightstand. I had to get away.
Perhaps the sheer amount of water had weighed the forest down, because it was breathing hard. It is also possible that the richly green foliage was so thankful for the refreshment that it had exasperated itself. Either way, I'm not sure there have been many times I have experienced something so alive that had I not brought my camera I would have denied it's existence. There was rightness here, surrounded by a cathedral of treetops and cascading waters. That itching notion that reminds me that I belong here.
Perhaps not there, specifically. But in the forest, I could breathe. Water drops, fat and juicy, plopped on my head from leaves high above that had allowed the rain to
Grazing Dinosaurs. For ShameSee here. She movesGrazing Dinosaurs. For Shame10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like something's missing, like in a dream
of things primordial, long-tailed scooted dinosaurs
that skulk around the bushes. Shame.
To wonder why the next who speaks
repeats the thing you said, recieves
the gentle laugh. To think
Just be content
that no-one speaks and swinging
tails of horseshoe crabs avoid
Out there the whales collide with ships, the kraken
dance. My love whose ears are just like shells,
I hear the ocean pressed against them, knows.
The fairies hate a liar and a thief.
My love whose eyes are alabaster knows.
You've plumped up
like a dumpling, firm and ragged. Look at me
when you speak. You asked if
there were rules to being real.
She moves like in a nightmare of the England
overrun by wolves. So let
the forest have her, if it comes
to that. For shame.
The eight-foot terror-cranes once strode tall
the savanna, snatching
GeishaGeisha9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The smells of perfume and incense rake at the air. My hair flows down my back, no longer prim. I stand over the body of my lover. He is looking up at me, bewildered. A muted gurgle escapes his lips. He draws his last breath. I fix my hair. I reapply makeup. For what? Revolution.
The First MovementThe First Movement8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I left my lover on the floor,
arms bent like a lamp cord.
He said to me things were
different looking up;
the ceiling was brighter,
my eyes were lit up.
And he sank into sand tiles,
his hands were raw and waiting,
of birds and raindocument 1.of birds and rain7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"if this is how it starts
how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes. so does june 22nd.
in the time between and
after, I am left only with my birds
and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th. I can no longer hear
the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters
over the echoes of crows and
car horns, though the mud that
devours my shoelaces each morning
tells me the storm still hits while
november 24th and even the pigeons
have gone. buildings boarded up,
all over my car.
nothing shiny left for them
to shit on.
january 6th now--
eight months and several
broken metaphors later,
the words still flutter cold in
my hands, my fingers
pressing snow angels
into the wings nestled in my
palms. I caught them
staring at me
with the same wrinkled face the moon wears
at six-thirty in the morning, knowing
that the sun
Notice of Intent to StalkForm ITS1993(d)Notice of Intent to Stalk6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Notice of Intent to Stalk
Print or type name of Stalker: _____________________________
(known henceforth as STALKER)
Print or type name of person to be Stalked: __________________________
(known henceforth as STALKEE)
Please be notified that effective this date the above named STALKER has filed an official Intent To Stalk Declaration targeting the above named STALKEE in accordance with Obsessive/Compulsive Personal Pursuit Code of Conduct Act of 1993 (OCPPCCA93).
I, STALKER, hereby declare Open Season upon you, STALKEE, and pursuant to OCPPCCA93 section 1, paragraph 5 intend to engage in the following activities (check all that apply):
[ ] Watch from afar
[ ] Watch from the bushes
[ ] Watch from the window/skylight
[ ] Hide in your closet
[ ] Fold myself under your computer desk
[ ] Gaze devotedly at your sleeping form
[ ] Collect hair samples while you sleep
[ ] Bake cookies in your kitchen while you're away
[ ] Chocolat
Exotic PartnersIt was during the second year of our marriage that I realised my wife was a large monitor lizard.Exotic Partners10 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was one of those funny little revelations that creeps up on one over time. I think the first clue came when she decided to hibernate for the three winter months. At first it did not arouse my suspicions. After all I myself enjoyed a lie-in, and had once slept in three whole hours past the alarm - on a weekday! - so I did not think it particularly note-worthy when she tucked herself in at the start of December and remained there until late February. Still, it aroused in me some small seed of doubt - for I had never before known her to go even three days without tending to the garden, let alone three months.
Her taste in gardening was minimalist, and this I applauded; it may have been one of the reasons I married her, I forget now. Instead of the silly sentimentality of a lawn or a flower patch, she insisted that the entire garden was covered in soft fl
++Spell Poem++On this hallowed eve besainted++Spell Poem++6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Summon all the souls a-tainted
Bring their darkness, bring it forth
Make them fully prove their worth
Lingering on the edge of being
Amongst them, the eye, all seeing
A dragon , a fairy, a wicked witch
A wizard and some thing made of sticks
On this mad and mighty night
Summon forth the darkest wight
The lord of evil, darkest curr
King of demons, Lucifer!
NdinonziMy name is Rufaro. I'm turning nine soon. I like going to school, even though I have to walk a long time to get there, because I can meet my friends. Some of them are from other villages, and I wouldn't see them if I didn't go. I like some of my teachers. Ms Machegutu is very nice. She says I'm a good pupil, and maybe I can go to high school if my grades are good. I don't think I will, Baba doesn't make enough money. He gets drunk very often, Amai says it's because times are hard. I don't understand. Times have always been hard.Ndinonzi8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Tendai. I'm 22. I've been living in the capital for 4 years now. Even though I have my A-levels, it's hard to find work. The people here are smarter than I am, some make fun of my accent. But I work hard. I don't smoke, and I don't drink a lot. I always have some money when I go home for my parents and my aunts. My little sister can go to school, and she is always very happy when I bring her a new dress. Last year, I met some guys that sell Katshasu.
SocksYou can't always win a nobel prizeSocks8 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.
C.O.D. The tattoos, they caught on incredibly fast. I mean, it only took about half a year after the Death-caster came out. That's what the press called it, the Death-caster. Anyway, about 6 months after the first televised prediction, these tattoos starting showing up everywhere. It went from fad to craze to routine. Everybody did it. You would get some blood drawn. The machine would quiver a bit and hum. You'd get your paper and you'd go straight to the tattoo shop. Pretty much everyone has their cause of death, their C.O.D., tattooed these days. The accepted place to get it became the top of your left arm. Every time you go to check your watch, there it is in simple letters with a line underneath: Fire, Gunshot, Car Accident, Suicide.C.O.D.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Walking down the street you can see it all. Plane Crash and Brain Tumor are holding hands, window shopping. Prison Riot pauses to let his dog urinate on the curbsi
Manumit ManifestoI wantManumit Manifesto8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
aborted fetuses in pickle jars;
I want to be studied,
like a contour drawing.
I want my flesh embossed
on Enolan walls, clad
in tar and ash.
I let out little goldfish
from plastic bubbles.
They sprout legs
like moss, press through
the olive-colored lips of
a river, arms around me
to feel your chill
when I turn off a light.
let them feelwith the sun closing in on melet them feel6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i chase my wings,
trying to clip them off
one last feather
clinging to cardigan
i brush thee off, tired.
let them love me.
let them loathe me!
let them feel!
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
BGSLT DreamDreamBGSLT Dream7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In answer to everyones silent prayers, the following week went fairly smooth.
Kaylas state of mind and soul was still slightly in question, but thankfully, the outlook was hopeful. The past few days saw her beginning to talk a bit more, and another day got her smiling again. Of course, these usual common traits of hers werent as spontaneous as the way she was before, but as of now, anything relatively happy coming from her was a good sign.
Her guitar was still gathering dust, but the Bots knew her musical passion wouldnt leave her that easily, if ever.
On the seventh day, Sideswipe worked up the nerve to ask her, once again, if she wished to help him prank his brother-the bag of marbles still waiting in the wings.
and once again, the girl said, no she wasnt ready for that hurdle yet
The teenager hated to disappoint him again, but she wasnt about to do anything radical until she was fully up and runni
For You I WouldFor you I would gather the stars and lay them at your feetFor You I Would8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrap you in the blanket of their radiance
only to be made dull by you.
For you I would travel the seven seas to find a sunset
(that could never match your smile)
hold it in my memory, bring it to you,
so that then you would know
that nature has yet to match your beauty.
Tell you of the things I saw -
some good, mostly bad.
Hold you, kiss your forehead
and taste nature's failure.
It is you that perfection seeks:
to learn your secrets, your essence.
And to merely imperfectly copy it.
For you I would.