Te iubesc in diferite feluriVreau sa fi un indragostit prostut. Sa te agiti si sa faci o serie de gesturi stangace.Te iubesc in diferite feluri7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Eu sa te privesc cu o lucire in ochi care numai noi doi sa stim ce inseamna si cat de frumos se
simte. Sa incep sa rad galagios cum rad eu mereu. Tu sa te opresti din monologu ala pe care il
tineai tare inflacarat. Sa te uiti indignat la mine si sa te botosesti, asa cum ziceam eu cand
eram destul de mica.
Eu, ca un raspuns, ma opresc si iti prind capul intre palmele mele, firave presupun, si
te sarut. Asa cum o faeam prima data, pe cand aveam 3 ani, scurt si fugitiv. Tu sa imi dai inapoi
privirea noastra, cea speciala, de mai devreme si sa ma cuprinzi de solduri, sa ma tragi spre tine,
sa ma strangi in brate pe o parte astfel incat sa imi pot aseza cu usurina capul pe pieptul tau sa
iti ascult cum iti bate inima.
-Pana acum am simtit, acum aud!
Iti pui fata intrebatoare si ma privesti.
Caut repede in geanta si scot un pix. Ii iau mana si ii desenez in palma dreapta, o inimioara.
how long is foreverhow long is forever12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mommy doesn\'t feel good...
she needs to take a nap.
I\'ll take a nap with her,
I\'ll lay on her lap.
Mommy is too tired,
she really needs her rest.
Can you do that for mommy?
I will try my best.
But Daddy, why\'s she tired?
Is it because of me?
No, son... Mommy isnt well...
She\'s been sick, you see?
I am so scared, daddy.
Will mommy get better?
How long will she sleep?
She will sleep forever.
How long is forever?
Is it very long?
Forever is always...
oh ... so ... mommy\'s gone?
coldnights were spent in dreary talkcold9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and watered-down affection
coupled with silent sex
(a personal blow-up doll)
he was supposed to solve her problems
too bad he didn't realize
for all his jesus complex,
he couldn't save her...
tomorrow, she'd be gone
finally, away from men and memories
drink in hand,
she curls up in herself
she'd tell him tomorrow,
maybe a note on the door
GoodbyeAlthough you are one of my best friends, and I do love you so,Goodbye12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know we may never speak again, thats terrible to know.
I remember good times, that we shared together,
the jokes we shared, times we cried, that may be gone forever.
The times when you were there for me, stood by me every step,
and the times when I stood by you, when you needed help.
All things they must come to an end, although I don't know why,
the only thing I can say, is goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
Anorexia.Anorexia.9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs.
She slides her hands over her stomach,
and she smiles as her hand glides over a bone.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
She looks as if the slightest breeze will blow her away.
As if the slightest touch would break her.
So pale and fragile looking, yet so elegant.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
Individul.stii de cand ma chinui sa imi strang toate cuvintele la olalta sa iti pot spune dintr-o singuraIndividul.7 years ago in Historical
suflare tot...dar chiar tot..? si nu, nici acum nu am reusit si inca incerc.
macar de as putea sa incep cu toate visele si toate planurile care le am pentru noi.
mai tii minte ziua in care aveam zambetul ala pe buze. exact, acel zambet. fusese o noapte
atat de deosebita.tu ai facut-o sa fie asa, fara macar sa stii. nici ca te visez, nici ca simt
ca te strang in brate. se facea ca era iarna si ningea atat de frumos cum numai in astfel de vise
ai sa intalnesti. si noi doi eram singurele persoane superbe a caror dragoste era adevarata.
d'aia zambeam. dar tu nu ai cum sa stii asta, cand tu nu stii nici macar de cate ori iti strang
fotografia in brate si de cate ori o sarut si te mangai si inchid ochii si aproape ca iti simt buzele
calde sarutandu-mi tampla. vrei sa stii? in fiecare dimineata cand ma trezesc, in fiecare noapte cand
ma culc, in fiecare moment in care respir.
nu te-ai intrebat nici
Te vreauTe vreau.Te vreau10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Te vreau cu tot
Vreau sa te vad in
noapte...sa imi zambesti
usor cu buzele-ti
ce imi ating buzele
Sa te iau in brate,
sa alergam in noapte
sa ne iubim ca doi nebuni,
Sa obosesc si sa te las
pe spate, usor pe
spate sa te las.
Sa ma apropii de tine
sa ma tragi aproape
ca sa ma saruti cu rosu.
Pe ritmul valurilor
sa facem dragoste cand
stelele, de pe cer
le simt, cum mie-mi
curg pe spate,
mi se topesc.
Vreau sa te simt,
in brate cum ma strangi
In clipa de placere
sub luna ce se scurge-n
Te vreau acum, vreau
fericirea-n dar sa-ti
dau, ranile-ti prea
mult deschise, sa ti
le sarut eu vreau.
fractured clocks.Anxiety is a hummingbird in the throat of those who wait.fractured clocks.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Palms wring oceans and pulses flood plains until time chokes on itself to leave the minutes battling on the brink of insanity. Each second is an entity that stands on its own, a demon to be fought and conquered. Each breath is a challenge, the air tangled in lungs before clacking teeth drag it forward to throw it shuddering into the wind. Heavy footprints echo fears on the walls, possibilities birthing and maturing and turning from fledgling shadows into heavy-handed fiends.
The door remains closed. Time ticks on.
Thunder coughs in comparison to the heart roaring across the deserted field of ribcages. Earthquakes are naught but a shrug to the desperate thrashing of imagination in the back of bruised skulls. Waiting expands, billows, an etching in a sapling blossomed into a mural on the bark of the oak. Terror of conclusions slips into the bloodsteam of unrealized futures. Imagined details swell into grotesque likelihoods, the mi
Ask Me About JesusLet me tell you about Jesus. My Jesus. Im not talking about 2000 years ago. Im talking about today. Right now. He loves me. He loves me. Even when Id like to escape, even when Id like to leave this life, just for a moment, Hes there. And Hes there when I go down, when I fall, when I want to do things that would hurt me, when I feel sick to my stomach (or is it my heart?) and depressed because I dont understand myself, or anything for that matter. He is there. Hes there when Im crying and I think no one is listening. And Hes there when I feel lonely because everyone seems to be studying for some sort of test, and no one seems to have the time to just talk for one minute about something besides grades. Hes there when I make mistakes. And Hes there when I doubt.Ask Me About Jesus8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Uncle DannyIn the Beginning, there was the Word.Uncle Danny7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
And some say that the reason there was only one word was because Uncle Danny got hold of the rest and God just had to make do.
And Uncle Danny had black nails and no hair, and he wore big glasses and a hat and a coat, and he walked around Copenhagen at night and wrote it all down on the cobbles, and in his head, and in his hat and, sometimes, on paper.
And Uncle Danny was everybody's Uncle, even if nobody could really remember why or how. And Uncle Danny had the Words. And the Words had Uncle Danny.
And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended and Uncle Danny began.
And there are rules that say you can't start a sentence with "and". And Uncle Danny did it anyway.
And with the Words he painted pictures of Vangede. And he painted pictures of the seedy bars and prostitutes, and of the country and the land and the people in the city, and the people in the City became the people Everywhere, because Uncle Danny painted them all.
SOUSou.SOU8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Um sorriso ignorado.
Sou uma carta não lida.
Um grito surdo.
Surdo, mudo, cego.
Sou um sopro no teu cabelo ao vento.
Sou o reflexo quando te olhas ao espelho.
A ar quando fixas o horizonte.
A lágrima que lambes.
A alma que não sentes.
Sou o silêncio que te grita.
Os ruídos que choras.
Sou-te. Sou-me. Sou-nos.
Sou tudo e nada.
E, no entanto, não me vês.
It's Getting OldLook, people, it's getting old.It's Getting Old9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thirty years ago, yeah,
It was okay then, that was the way things were.
Everyone knew who was the best
And that was fun.
But you know what?
The joke's getting old.
Does anyone really believe that stuff anymore?
That the color of someone's skin, the shape of someone's eyes,
The language someone speaks,
The particular shape of someone's anatomy,
Could possibly have any bearing on someone's intelligence?
Could possibly affect someone's worth?
Look, the world is round, people.
Get over it.
This is our time, our time.
It's our new century, it belongs to our generation.
Us. Our society now, and we can do whatever we want with it.
We can make our new society however we like.
We can remake the world.
And if we don't plan it all out,
We'll just put our parents' world back the way we found it,
And our children will find a world that's
A lot harder to change.
No one's laughing anymore.
Haiku-thon1.Haiku-thon8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
One Haiku a day
How hard can it really be?
Just returned back home
Twelve o eight am
Nothing good to say.
How warm it was today!
Has the danger of frost past?
I wish to plant flowers.
The crocuses bloomed
Yesterday, I noticed them.
Yet thought it nothing.
Red box of chocolate
Half price from Valentines day
Best friends, having fun.
I waited there, for
What seemed to be forever
Getting sicker still.
The rain fell slowly
Drizzled down upon my face
It already knew.
It wasn't paradise
But it was my home.
QUICK! Call 911!
Why isn't he responding?
"Whats wrong with Grandpa?"
Two girls are playing
Double dutch on the sidewalk
one, two, one, two, JUMP!
Sing your heart out, girl.
Run quick in those high heeled shoes,
Dance some more now!
Waiting for the bus
The chill wind picked up plastic
And it danced ballet.
You hold me gently
And you swing me as we dance
But we never talk
Tightly our hands hold
Best friend, you cling to
there's no such thing asthey met during the death of a party, of all the potentially poetic places. more people were leaving than arriving, and it was becoming apparent four a.m. was just too late for some people. not these people. she was a peroxide princess, flipping her bleached hair over one shoulder and popping her hip. she was sipping on a cloudy lemon drop, licking her lips lucidly. he was watching static slide across a broken lcd screen, a long crack running down the middle of the picture. he was wearing dark raybans that covered his eyes; the frames a partially translucent cheetah print, but you could only see it if you were looking real close. he was taking slow drags off a cigarette. girls came and went, all bouncing in front of him but he waved them away, preffering the view of bird egg-speckled black and white over their crash diet bodies and their warpaint makeup. that's when she decided he was hers.there's no such thing as6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the closer she got the less she could see him. his skin was made of paper tissue, and as she app
Strawberries, A guitar and YouYesterday I hung upside downStrawberries, A guitar and You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by my knees in a pine tree.
And as I clung to the
curve of the branch.
I remembered the
curves of your hips.
I remember the day
I realised your hips
weren't curved any more.
They were pointed bone.
You played my old guitar
in the summer.
with out removing the stem.
I painted in the
Te iubescFara doar si fara poate , TE IUBESC.Te iubesc9 years ago in Open More Like This
Fara cand si fara cum eu, TE IUBESC.
Fara cine stie cum sau care cale-ntortocheata
Ne-a adus sa ne-ntalnim … eu, TE IUBESC.
Te iubesc, pentru ca tu esti tu,
Si te iubesc, pentru ca eu pot fi al tau.
Si azi o zi, si maine-o luna sau un an,
Si poate daca zeci de secole vor trece,
Eu tot te voi iubi … a lumii minune Femeie.
In sangele ce-ti curge-n vine este venin de cobra,
Si pe-ale tale talpi, ascunse ca sa nu le vada nimeni,
Sunt scrise doar descantece de dragoste si dor.
Caci altfel nu pot sa-nteleg cum tu minune,
Ai reusit, sa ne supui pe toti.
Shiver and CryHis eyes are dark and serious; the early morning shadows cover his body like bruises.Shiver and Cry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His breath curls out like smoke from his mouth; a goodbye is frozen between his teeth.
He shivers violently, his bones in sharp relief against his skin. She watches his heart flutter below his collarbone and imagines him chasing butterflies.
"Are you cold?" she asks.
He folds his arms across his chest and presses his fingers against his shoulder blades.
Their eyes lock and one last time it feels like fire. The goodbye melts onto his tongue, but he can't speak.
Then she's gone, and cold rain begins to fall like tears on his face.
"Yes." he whispers.
This Organized LifeWe are having dinner at a place I cant afford. Carl has gotten into middle age at some point, complete with good posture and brown loafers. Hoping he plans to pay but erring on the side of caution, I order soup.This Organized Life7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It is not awkward. We speak easily as ever, despite the pricey menu, Carls shoes, and the last time he and I stood yelling in a room together, each so loud the words became one great indistinguishable noise.
Im so glad we ran into each other, he says. The waiter pours more wine. I begin to assume he is going to pay; that is what a man his age does when he brings a woman to a restaurant like this. You always said it, and its still true: I rely on statistics to predict Carls behavior.
Carl takes another sip of his wine, and I think about you. You do not know where I am. I have avoided thinking of you precisely to avoid guilt, and now I arrive at the thought of you and find it filled instead with weary affection. You do not know where I am
Goodbye Life It Ends TonightChat boxes pop up,Goodbye Life It Ends Tonight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I clicked on your name,
Is it time to start another chapter?
On my silly little game?
I say hi,
You type down your reply,
I can't tell you what it really is,
I can only tell you what it feels like,
And let me tell you it isn't nice,
Bitter feelings flood through my veins,
Over something so small,
Something you'll have forgotten,
Its not nothing!
You flaunt your shit around,
Making me punch a hole through the ground,
Rage bubbles up inside,
Green acid makes me want it,
It's so insignificant,
But you got it first,
How can I tell you what I want now?
So you can get that and throw it in my face?
You got it,
You got that,
All before me,
Why don't I ever get what I want for once?
Even if its just to throw it in your face?!
Yeah I got volume 1-7 of death note for £20,
Sure I had £48 in my pocket today,
I got Silent hill on DVD,
What did you get?
The thing I want,
The thing I crave!
If you ask me now what this fucking poems about,
You won't remember,
Hell your gunn
things I want my son to knowthings I want my son to know7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm going to start off with the most awkward of notions and say that "more than two shakes is playing with yourself" is the least of my concerns. I don't care what you do, as long as you never put anything inside yourself, because it will get stuck. Also, never play with yourself in the swimming pool because your intestines will get sucked into the pool filter.
See? That's it.
I don't care who you bring home. Black, white, guy, girl, whatever. As long as they're not a Yankees fan.
But not really.
It's never okay to hurt an animal.
It's never okay to hurt another person. Unless, they were trying to hurt you. In that case, feel free to fuck their shit up.
You are going to put up with a lot of bullshit from girls. This is something you are going to have to deal with, because at the end of the day, girls always have it harder. It may seem like they have it easy, trust me, there is nothing harder than being a girl.
That being said, any girl who picks the asshole over
In CirlclesWhat if I told you I know how the world works? Why, every so often, we feel guilty for something we haven't done. Why, we're so up front with those we're above, but shrink under those we're below. Why, no matter how hard we try, we feel something's not been done.In Cirlcles6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What if I told you I could read minds? Know, exactly your thoughts. Know, exactly what it is you wanted, dreamed of. If I knew, all of your secrets, all of your lies, everything you'd rather hide. And if I knew, exactly your strategies, plans, aspirations, insecurities. What you don't know can't hurt you. What if I told you I could read the minds of those around you?
What if I told you I knew how the world works. Why we sometimes can't say how we feel. Why we sometimes lie for the better. Why we decide not to act on things we don't believe are in our control when they are. Why we Seem to make complications before resolutions on our own terms. Why we believe friendship should stay friendship when the best friend is a love.