Alone in the Rain - SilverLighAlone in the Rain - SilverLigh12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing out here alone in the rain
Trying to wash away all of my pain
Drowning the sorrows from past years
Hiding from my nightmares and fears
The rain just gets harder and faster
I miss the good times and the laughter
I hide from it out here in the wet and cold
And I suffer from the things I've been told
The rain follows where tears once went
The rain like the pain shows no repent
I suffer for everything I am deep inside
And I remember the tears I once cried
I look around and see puddles of rain
Getting deeper and deeper like the pain
The puddles that used to be puddles of tears
The feelings and thoughts from all my fears
I can't explain to you the way I feel
And maybe by standing here I'll heal
I'll somehow wash away some of the pain
And I'll just stand here alone in the rain.
CENSOR THIS 08880CENSOR THIS 0888013 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I know why the cage bird sings
was challenged for the "encouragement to take action
in premarital sex, homosexuality, and the use of
I remember when the Bible was banned and/or
challenged for being "pornography and obscene"
in Alaska and Pennsylvania in 1993.
I remember when the The Autobiography of
Malcolm-X was challenged in Flordia in 1994--
because it was "racist against white people"
I remember when Jambo Means Hello: The Swahili
Alphabet was charged with "degrading white
children" although it was a book for white children to
understand the African-American culture much better.
I remember when Daddy's Roomate was removed
by most libraries by most of the United States---for
to my signature, to my ink:I promise, star-dripped dew of my lips,to my signature, to my ink:7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to never use the space a couch offers to sit away from you,
especially during bible study; not even a little, not even at all.
Song-fire-- my tongue, my dominant trait-- you are the hypothalamus gland of my spirit, you are how I taste existence
with angel feathers between my teeth, I smooth my tongue
over the light you left after kissing me...
You are every color, undiscovered and known; you make refracted light dim, you the prayer and the good cusswords at the back of my throat. You know my whole because you are
You are what it means to look forward.
You are what it means to stop being cold,
in deep places, in the corners
of the soul -
There is none like you, who I find rare seashells in.
There is none like you, who for seventeen years now
I have connected pianos on bea
Ergo SumI was saving this, but you were saving me. I hate umbrellas and cottage cheese. Love is not about repelling rain, love is about swallowing it and tasting each other in every sky--and you are the only person I have ever confessed to that I don't mind the smell of skunks. Bookmark, angel, warm street on bare feet, you inspire me to be so much better than I am. You make me believe in God. When I look at you, I see exactly where I am & all the places I was never going crumble before our chorded fingers. I am covered in love because of you, I am obsessed, I am smiling into every tainted well and when I bring my head up out of the ground sparkling wishes glitter down my hair, falling softly against the parched earth--and every star flower I know the scientific name of sprouts up. Again. You are my silver ore. You are cs lewis when he gives narnia back it's spring heart, you are the listening, you are the ribbon in my hair. You are my 2:04 am. You are unbreakable to the point of yearniErgo Sum7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Goneyou are playing piano,Gone7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but you are the violin
picking my heart apart
and scaring away the fear.
You are how I pick up a sketchbook and do not break
into what is not God. You are how I hold a paintbrush,
you are how I pull a scarf of words out of my throat
to uncover the magic you spoke there. You
are how I measure time, how I measure beauty,
how I measure meaning; you are my subject and risen summer.
You are how there are no dogs-- only wolves with silk coats,
on my side
instead of attacking my sides -
you are, you are, you are;
and so I am, I am, I am, too.
you are how I can accept mirrors without anger;
because you are in me, and nothing can be ugly.
When you look at me,
I feel every dark chill thing
Your hands cool the fever mine contract
when not in contact with yours;
you bring me through the storm and we are rain together
in the same long answered prayer. You look at me,
you break the ancient monsters just by bei
Where Love Comes FromI just saw this girl on tv, with eyes of cloud, hair like earth;Where Love Comes From7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I saw these drifts of dust surrounding her head,
that she was seeing through, years back. I saw me.
Sitting in a metal chair behind a white building; the sound of people choking, deep inside, hidden from God. I understood nothing then, only the secret feelings smeared across their faces, only the aches dripping from their pockets. Shuffling feet; flirting with their emptiness. Trying to find the courage. To keep. Going. In world.
All this buzzing in my head, the flies of pressing energy, zimming through my thin protection, yet you are the music that reaches me through the crowd. Still. Forever. Even when reaching me is impossible; even when I am sliding down a funeral home bathroom wall to shake the shakes of those shaken - you are reaching me, you are tearing apart the blackening ground to murder the root-heart
You speak; angel's breath that
whips out like a sword to bleed the fog d
The Breath of GodI.The Breath of God9 years ago in Other More Like This
My bones have been like cabinets;
the hinges all dust, wood punctured.
Breathe, hope, stamina (the grains wheat enough to take on
absence, sweat, and nausea) were misplaced.
Their dearth rearranged my skeleton in certain places,
and I stuck out heresunk in there.
The nonexistence was pushy
bored with the fractures,
ignorant of setting the bone.
I was ignorant of setting the bone, too.
Mirrors were poor reflections,
wasted glass, unable to diagnose.
I was intact. It appeared
that way. The angles spoke of it
they expressed the wholeness of body. Sure they did.
It spoke of other images, too, the one image, mine
like silverware sticking out of me obnoxiously,
unkempt and gray and sharp, with no regard for
But I was still fleshstill, I had
eleven ribs, eight fingers, two kneecaps.
And my marrow
had air pockets.
BrotherCome, brother. He is slow to answer. He was resting, but there is no time, now, for sleepy thoughts. The moon is sinking, see. The leaves overhead are slick with its death. The moon is sinking and my hatchlings scream for food. My ears bleed. His tail twitches laughter at me. Laughter comes easily to him. He is young yet, and only male. Come, brother. He comes.Brother5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are not so many of us now. Our sisters left when the rains came, drowning the earth. They have not returned. I believe they are dead. Brother believes nothing. It is how he keeps happy and that is no small thing. The hatchlings prefer his company, but they are mine and I do not need love to know I must feed them. They will understand soon and learn patience. Then his empty-headedness will be a nuisance, but he is my brother; I will always have patience for him. They will learn this too. They will learn many things as they grow quiet too many things. For now though, their chittering will ruin my
Tea StainTea Stain14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You call this bollage toast, man?
It's nowhere near done fully..
The middle bit's all burned'n'weird,
The outside bit is fluffy."
The toaster's broken inside,
And outside stands a goat..
And I am citing to the moon,
My tea stained suicide note.
"I can't believe I'm eating this."
I do wish he'd shut up..
In fact I'd wish this all away-
This blasted tea stained cup..
So many must have pondered it;
To leave it all and fly..
Fly to the moon ne'er looking back,
And let the morning die..
Yet, this cup's a might addictive,
And shalln't let me forget..
Yet seems my tea stained suicide,
Has not subsided yet..
And so, the middle of me's burning,
And outside's so unclear..
Why the devil there's a goat outside,
Is something rather queer..
The tea grows slowly strong and cold,
Like my unwritten note..
And I shall sip, and wait and wait,
Until the day I'm smote..
Pach, 31st night of Summer, MMII.
Soft City SoundOnce upon a timeSoft City Sound7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and I
Became the smoke in a saxophone song
In a starry still-wet city
In a moment
That didn't quite happen
So much as it was imagined
I sleep and imagine it again
findingsfindings7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i have decided to write you a poem right now that is full of sleepy beginnings,
fraying, closing the way forgiveness opens. the night drags beautifuly,
as dark ink, while my muscles grow heavy and I am succumbing to the hour.
Your voice is seconds away, yet I mourn it; I crave you.
What I would give to roll over, soft kiss the hair
out of your sleeping eyes, knead my hand
against yours; what I would give to love you bodily.
I would give away these words.
I remember walking toward you over a month ago, in a shining gray airport,
with windows on every side... there was a lumbering man,
stooping, though he was walking up a ramp-
he was aging
his bag was plastic and his coat was like rust. I begged God to bring you closer.
Eleven minutes later, I held you again.
I love airports. I hate airports.
I love anything that brings you close;
I hate everything that rushes you away, be it inch, be it five hundred
more. than. a soundseven days ago I loved youmore. than. a sound7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
less than I do now. you
are the lyrics looping through my head, you -
you just broke the cold air. picking up.
my dragging hands, saying, You are a brilliant star
everything you say is a poem
because I've seen you, your back to evil,
looking at the sky again, finally...
everything you are is concerto.
everything you are is why I can be.
Political LimericksThere once was a man named Bush,Political Limericks10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whose head was stuck up his tush.
"There's weapons!" he cried,
He weaseled and lied,
Because his brain was made out of moosh.
Two men went to get married,
By parliament the two were harried.
"We have the right!"
They put up a fight,
Until Canada's views were varied.
Bush isn't the one who thinks,
Their routine's still working out kinks.
Sometimes they'll show this,
Did you ever notice?
He stops talking when Cheney drinks.
So the surplus could be bigger,
We could market a Chretien action figure!
With a kung-fu grip,
And a crooked lip,
He'd scare the crap out of Tigger.
The Conservative party is mean,
Harper's heart has yet to be seen.
The liberals forced out,
NDP with no clout,
Next time consider voting Green.
- Tainted Lips -- Tainted Lips -11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She told me that she loved me
It's just too bad she lied
She kissed me with her tainted lips
And poisoned me inside
She told me we'd always be together
She said we'd never be apart
She promised it would be forever
She swore she'd never break my heart
But she left me here
And it's such a shame
She only stayed
to cause me pain
She watched me cry
She wanted to see
She watched me die
And she laughed at me
She kissed me with her tainted lips
And poisoned me inside
She told me that she loved me
It's just too bad she lied
PaybackIt wasn't like Protoman didn't have anything better to do than go looking to fight his brother. He just couldn't think of anything better to do. Heat Man and Needle Man had been summarily scrapped after their failure at rigging Governor Deacon's election, and Proto didn't feel like sticking around to recycle what was left of them. Dark Man he could've hung around with, but he was being repaired, and the other Robot Masters were busy fixing the Skullker. Wily himself was no help, either. Last Proto had checked the Doc was trying to come up with a new scheme to conquer the world after their failure to capture Brain Bot.Payback4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Left to his own devices, the only thing Protoman could think of would be to go after Megaman.
"Trouble is," he muttered, "how? I know where Light's lab is, but it's not like I could just walk in there not after what I did," he added with a slight smirk. Gaining his family's trust and betraying them had been one part of the plan that'd worked perf
Still So FarSo CloseStill So Far8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Azkadellia," the Queen beckoned, "come down here and say hello to Ambrose, Ambrose this is my daughter Azkadellia."
Never had there been such a ball in the history of the O.Z. and never was there such reason for celebration. Princess DG had returned and Princess Azkadellia had been rid of the witch.
Music filled the room, couples waltzing to the merry tune provided by the orchestra. Ambrose watched as they passed by and thought of the balls before the O.Z had been controlled by the possessed Azkadellia. It seemed like a lifetime before, but then he was getting used to having all his memories. He had been reunited with his brain and had been restored to his former position.
With so much to celebrate, he just couldnt bring himself to join the others on the dance floor. With no partner, he would draw attention to himself, more so than he ever had.
Or was it because of who she was dancing with?
She was dressed in a modest gown of green velvet, more demure than
crucifictioncrucifiction11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lifeless but for
he awaits the whips,
the screaming and writhing
all that sex and violence
is left to linger
with the legacy of silence
her faith has left behind
she stands at attention
ready to vociferate, to hold
in restraint, in detention
in the name of her lord
built in the name of sin
saved by a bloody god
born in the hay of an inn
sentenced to suicide
she wallows in his mercy,
folds her hands every night
forever longing and thirsty
for his divine prize
yet tears of perfect piety
embrace the flesh
of her idolatry
down on her knees again
why hast thou forsaken me?
Fix YouFix YouFix You8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No! Please, You cant! Please, thats my brain! he heard the words, desperation thick in them being torn from his lips.
Itll be much better if you dont struggle, Ambrose. A cold voice cooed. If you struggle, they may not leave even half your brain.
Princess Azkadellia awoke from her dream with a start, bolting upright from her bed. Her raven hair hung free, and tangled, over her back and shoulders. Her silken nightdress clung tightly to her skin by sweat. The pale Princess sat still and breathing heavy for several moments before realizing she was not alone in her bedroom.
Rise and shine! A cheery voice called and pulled back the heavy curtains to send sunlight pouring into the room. DG stood by her sisters bedside, balancing a tray in one hand and a pitcher of juice in the other. She placed them on her sisters end table, then stood back and waited.
DG? The older princess blinked
Some HeartsThats the O.Z. I remember.Some Hearts8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
With these simple words, and the suns shining over Central City, it seemed as if happily ever after was on the horizon. The royal family was reunited, the witch melted and all seemed taken care of. People all over were rejoicing the end of the dark days and looking forward to the wonderful ones ahead.
All but one.
Azkadellia had moved away from the group gazing out at the suns return. She didnt deserve to be out there, celebrating when she had been the one to try and doom the city to eternal darkness. She had caused pain to so many, stole so many lives during her reign of terror.
DG on the other hand, was just a yearling compared to Azkadellia. She had been in the O.Z. less than a week and she was thrust into the role of princess. She gained an entire family and wealth of knowledge that for her whole life she thought she had invented in her imagination. Her new friends had helped her more in the past few days then some of her best frie
Never Been SweeterWilla had known since she was small.Never Been Sweeter8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Other children often need to think before answering such a question as What do you want to do when you grow up?. Or theyll reply with something they think is exciting at the time, but will decide on something else the next time they are asked. It took her brother and sister quite some time before they settled on being a teacher and doctor respectively.
Willa, however, always responded the same way.
Im going to be a chocolateer.
Sugar free chocolates.
Willy Wonka was used to hearing the young girls voice. From the time she could walk practically, she trailed after him, following him from room to room around the factory. Willa was Charlies youngest child and named after him (Mostly due to her mothers cravings for the factorys best chocolate while she was pregnant with the girl). Smart as a whip and with an imagination that seemed bigger than her body, she always h
Hands: A Protomen StoryThe concert hall was charged with electricity even before the lights dimmed. And when they did fade, only to illuminate the band, the very air seemed to be stifling a roar. The metaphorical butterflies in the stomach were large as eagles, every flap of the wings, every second, building tension.Hands: A Protomen Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kilroy strode onstage and the air exploded around them; the cheers would have deafened the Protomen themselves had they not been wearing earplugs. The drummer of the group, Demon Barber, grinned. This was his moment. He raised the drumsticks high with pride and brought them down as the rest of the band stepped into the light. Kilroy greeted the crowd, the concert formally began, and the message began to be spread.
Drumbeats, soft and steady as a heartbeat, pulsed through the hall. In a matter of moments the drums were joined by a piano; though the keyboards pace was faster, the drum kept it alive. In a
HeroHeroHero8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And then a Hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And youll finally see the truth
That a Hero lies in you ~Hero, Mariah Carey
It was times like these he missed Velma for more than her company. The girl had been a wiz at research, not to mention pegging the real monsters for the goofs in masks. He had never been adept at the research part of the gig, just getting rid of whatever monster they ran into. The unmasking had always been Fred and Daphnes gig; their way of helping the helpless by saving people from embezzlement and such. If only they had known where he and Scooby took off to when they ran from the ghosts. They were saving the real victims. They were the real heroes.
Scooby snagged a bite of the chili dog he held in one hand while he poured over the book in his other. Not that he minded; the dog