Jericho - Draft IIII'm so grateful for the DD, guys! Unfortunately, I had to remove this poem so that I can try to publish it elsewhere in various poetry journals.Jericho - Draft III5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People Are AwfulPeople Are AwfulPeople Are Awful6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Id known what was going to happen that day, I probably would have broken up with him by phone. Its not even my problem. Its Bens problem. He was late. Hes always late. Not so much now, but anyway. He was late, and he knew Id be angry. But I wasnt angry because I knew that all I was going to say to him was:
Its over, were finished, Im ending it, I never want to see you again, were breaking up, you disgust me, Im leaving, dont call me.
So it didnt bother me whether he was five minutes or ten minutes late, or an hour late, just so long as he turned up. I wouldn&
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch4Adventure Time with MLnPG ch43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Adjusting the straps of her backpack, Fionna looked up to the sky, shielding her eyes against the glare of the sun. It was just before noon, but in the life of an adventuress, there's no start like an early one. Having been cooped up for days with her womanly needs, the blonde had been itching to get out and stretch her legs. It may have taken a little persuading on her part, but Cake had finally allowed her the journey to the Candy Kingdom despite her still present condition. Any other occasion the magical feline would have accompanied her on the trek, but Fionna had insisted on stopping by Marshall Lee's home to thank him for rescuing Prince Gumball. A visit with the vampire was enough to put Cake off the journey altogether, assuring the adventuress that she'd be waiting when she returned.
Braving the land of various obstacles alone, she made her way to the grand cave, wading through the tide that washed its way to the island of Marshall's home, a quaint little cottage tha
RivelazioniNon credo più alle favoleRivelazioni7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
che mi raccontava da piccolo
il mio cervello immaturo e vergine,
vergine di tutta questa crudeltà,
di questo eterno giocare a ferirsi
l'uno contro l'altro
come se fossimo bestie
e lottassimo per chissà cosa.
E invece lottiamo
per quel poco di falsa dignità
che ci resta, quando di tanto in tanto,
ci guardiamo davanti allo specchio
ed evitiamo di vedere quello che siamo diventati
e che non avremo mai voluto essere.
intrebari?intrebari?8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
De ce nu avem timp să mirosim o floare
şi avem timp să fumăm o ţigară.
De ce nu avem timp să construim o relaţie bazată pe dragoste
şi avem timp să distrugem o prietenie în doar câteva cuvinte.
De nu avem timp să zâmbim
şi avem timp să spunem p*** mea.
De ce nu avem timp să facem o plimbare în parc
şi avem timp să ne uităm la ştirile de la ora 5.
De ce nu avem timp să citim o carte
şi avem timp să ne uităm la film.
De ce nu putem găsi remediu pentru cancer
şi avem timp să dezvoltăm arme performante.
Am nevoie de timp să-mi rearanjez priorităţile,
am nevoie de timp să spun cât de important eşti pentru mine.
"Eros""Eros"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry trees have blossomed but there is no one here to rejoice in their red perfume.
It's winter again.
cei doi"Intre omul care are sentimetul mortii si cel care nu-l are,se deschide abisul intre doua lumi care nu comunica intre ele.Si totusi amandoi mor...dar unul isi ignora moartea,celalat o stie .Unul nu moare decat timp de o clipa,celalat moare intr-una.Unul traieste ca si cum ar fi vesnic,celalalt isi gandeste neincetat vesnicia si o neaga prin fiecare gand...Pentru a invinge pofta de moarte,exista o singura metoda:sa o traiesti pana la capat.Sa-i induri toate deliciile,toate spaimele si sa nu faci nimic pentru a o eluda.O obsesie traita pana la saturatie se anuleaza prin propriile excese."De aceea eu am ales sa traiesc caci m-am sinucis de mult...iar acum traiesc o viata moartacei doi8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
searaoraşul se închide-ntr-un oftat.seara7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
se umple-ncet albastrul de cenuşă
sub luna mâzgălită tremurat.
deschizi fereastra, îţi aprinzi ţigară
sub toamnă, scrumul a-ngheţat,
închide ochii peste altă seară.
îngheaţă luna dintr-un tremurat.
sub urme de albastru şi cenuşă,
oraşul tău adoarme-ntr-un oftat.
The Debonair HareThere once lived a small gray hareThe Debonair Hare6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he was rather debonair
with his bowler hat
he looked quite dashing standing there
But anyone that he met
seemed to think he was upset
not with them, but he just had
a despondent sort of air
and the reasoning perchance
was because he had no pants
and to his vain nature
this fact was rather contraire
So he embarked upon a quest
to find pants (that match his vest)
but he soon found that pants like that
seem to reside nowhere
He searched up, and he searched down
he searched all over town
and of all the pants
he could not find the right pair
Then one vendor that he passed
stopped him in his tracks and asked
"Why are you looking so glum,
little gray-furred hare?"
"How sir can I be refined
unclothed below my waistline?"
replied the suave rabbit
overcome with despair
"Is that all you're sad about?
That's hardly reason to pout!
Dear sir, you are a rabbit,
why the devil should you care?
"Rabbits tend to just stay furry
so, my friend, you should not worry
asthmashe smokes marlboro cigarettes with the bedroom door locked. i taste it on her breath, lips and skin everyday after school. her bed is a mattress on the floor. sometimes we make love on it and i wonder if she'd rather have her mouth around a cigarette than me right then. she has asthma too.asthma6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she is my second cousin. i didn't know this until two years after we began fucking and three years after i fell for her. i don't think it really matters. emily says if i ever made her pregnant she'd make me punch her in the stomach, heavy and hard. but i never would you know, i love her.
the smoking is killing her. i hid the cigarettes beneath the sink, but she just bought new ones and hid them better. she had her head down in the pillow, coughing, coughing until she coughed up sticky blood. i cried for her and she told me to stop being such a pussy. i told her i loved her and she drew another cigarette. kissing it ways she'd never kiss me.
some nights i sleep over hers. her father doesn't mind, he
DysfunctionI hate that I love youDysfunction7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hate that I need to have you
With my head on my pillow
Fighting for sleep
The memory of you haunts the dreams
That are simply out of reach
My body arches in pain
As I toss and turn
And the hours slide agonizingly onward
I hate that I want you
I hate that I give into you
Like an addiction
A lovely, intoxicating, mind blowing addiction
I need you more every time I taste you
And I need to taste you
Again and again
And I do taste you
Again and again
Youve taken everything I am
Everything I thought I could be
Too fragile, too broken
To stop now
I will give in again.
My MedicineWill you be my controller?My Medicine10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I need your help, my mind is bipolar.
You are my antidote,
You stop my pain when the world is at my throat.
You changed my life,
You took away my pain and strife,
You're the cure to my cancer,
You make my problems go away, you're the answer.
You gave me real feelings,
You showed me deeper things,
A part of me has been reborn,
False hopes were no longer so unreal and forlorn.
They say you're neurotic,
But I say you're delightfully exotic,
She said you're a bitch,
But you're the cure for my itch.
You are my antidote,
When the world is at my throat,
So come and cure my cancer,
My neurotic D.D.R. Dancer.
cheese loveIf I were made of cheesecheese love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I guess you would be too
and people at the store could buy
a brick of me, a brick of you
and put us in a pot
and bring us to a brew
and together we could be
really awesome fondue.