catatan subuhsebuah metafora di tengah selembar essay,catatan subuh7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sehisap menthol di pekat asap,
sebersit hangat di pahit espresso,
sekilas jingga di violet jam lima pagi,
dalam satu detik saat buka mata,
apa masih ada emosimu?
marah itu, benci itu, rindu itu?
atau semua lebur,
menjadi satu gumpalan bioplasmik
yang menyerap semua elektron sekitarmu
dan terjadi ledakan bisu di cerebellum mu
dan tanpa sadar...
kamu menjadi pujangga di dalam trance
membuat puisi tanpa berpretensi
melantun diksi yang beriluminasi
di setiap paragraf ceritamu,
di setiap ujung naskah harimu,
yang ada hanya rasa syukur,
untuk 86400 detik yang kamu lewati,
untuk setiap lembar essaymu,
untuk setiap pekat rokokmu,
untuk setiap pahit espressomu,
untuk setiap violet jam 5 pagimu,
dan yang tersisa di ambang lelapmu hanyalah...
terimakasih dan ampuni aku, Tuhan
Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An eternal life blessing; listen to HipHop as I escape from this infernal strife stressing ~
There?s no testing; the greatest art form that keeps my heart warm; never catch my mic resting ~
I start reckon; why Graffiti artists get locked up for reppin without a lethal weapon ~
It?s a form of expression without the use of aggression; cops should learn this lesson ~
Don?t be fooled; reminisce the old school; I thought I told you; females rep this, just as cold too ~
We roll through like shopping carts; HipHop music is topping charts; this is for all you readers ~
Check the features; connect the speakers, breakers rocking Adidas imbedded sneakers, I?m a pro found to teach ya ~ (lol)
Head-spins arouse up-roar from the bleachers; we?re just the seekers; enough props to founders and teachers ~
Preachers preach to reach; an art form that involves its own speech; we vibe when we hear a record screech ~
DJ?s drop ?break beats? like ?shattered instrumentals?; gather credentials; four type?s of e
The Women's RulesRule #1: Never admit defeat.The Women's Rules7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rule #1.2: You are never wrong, there are simply times when you're not right.
Rule #1.3: Even if you're not right, everyone else is still wrong.
Rule #2: Being a bitch is a GOOD thing, no matter what any other stupid bitch says.
Rule #3: If only you laugh, it's still funny.
Rule #3.2: If only someone else laughs, it's just stupid.
Rule #4: I like eggs.
Rule #5: If someone says something you don't like, you have every right to spork their eyes out.
Rule #5.2: If you say something someone else doesn't like, tough shit for them.
Rule #6: If a hot guy stares at you it's okay.
Rule #6.2: If a hot guy stares at someone else it's rude.
Rule #7: You have every right to grab someone's ass, as long as their face doesn't resemble one.
Rule #8: You are never out of shape. Round is a shape, too!
Rule #9: A whore is worse than a slut. A slut is worse than a bitch. A bitch rules all.
Rule #10: If someone should compliment you, they are always secretly saying something mea
Letter to EMIL"A dezlega teama de propriul destin."Letter to EMIL8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mi-ai spus intr-o dimineata, in timp ce stateam pe jumatate dezbracata in stanga ta. Te-am privit si am mormait:"Buna dimineata si tie.". A fost una din diminetile in care nu mi-ai sarutat fruntea. Si acum iti mai privesc silueta pe marginea patului. Erai o carte cu pagini rupte si pierdute. Fragil? Poate.
Ti-am promis, dar nu ai crezut. Ce? Nu stiu prea bine; imi placea sa iti promit aproape orice. Fiecare promisiune se transmuta intr-o amintire si amintirea in respiratia dintre corpurile noastre si totul se transmuta in androginul pe care insa nu l-am pictat vreodata.
Paginile acelea le caut si acum. Nu imi place ca am inceput de la 19 si am terminat la 222... Unde esti tu, intreg?
"Buna dimineata!" ai privit lumanarea ce nu se terminase si mi-ai sarutat frun
Celor care plang...Si-i plange in nestireCelor care plang...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gandind ca poate odata
Vei reveni la ea...
Si-ti cere cu durere
Si-ti cere macar acum
S-o mai saruti o data...
Si poate in viitor,
Daca vei realiza vreodata,
In viata ta de muritor
Vei regreta sau vei mai incerca o data?...
Vanity's VictimCameras surround the poor girlVanity's Victim8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feeding her pain.
as their flashes ravage her
undressing lusts shame.
but through it all she poses still
Unbeknownst to her fate
enslaved by destinys will.
For she is Vanitys Victim.
and here lies her therapy
to indulge her addiction.
until met with uninspired apathy
for without patrons praise,
and cameras wanting,
her mind is lost
in a sickness so daunting.
she heeds not my whisper,
nor examines my gaze,
I left not her side,
this casualty of fixations daze.
but I am no angel,
nor savior in this case,
and to her sanity I hold Deaths hallmark
and walk his brooding pace,
her eyes meet mine as I aim fast and firm,
and pull the trigger sadly,
with no lesson learned.
her eyes take it in,
as she has before,
a flash like all others
but now her tears run pure.
she was deaf to my whisper,
and blind to my rhyme,
i tried to tell her once,
but was never given the time.
As Death follows fast the cameras flash,
an untitled summer songan untitled summer song8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we have waited long
for the summer's long evenings
lingering they trespass
against night's sky
we have waited long
for the wind's gentle envy for motion
so full with the preference
for summers which have been
now the wind lifts
a piece of your dark hair
a flutter of life which i brush
into place as it falls
and we are still waiting
as a sun's faulty promise
eases from our sight
Bir Sehir - Iki Kum SaatiBir Sehir - Iki Kum Saati6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
BİR ŞEHİR - İKİ KUM SAATİ
Seninle bir şehre gidelim. Topla bavulları, anıları ve fotoğrafları. Değneklerini ben taşırım. Rüyaya dalmak gibi olsun. Gidelim! Bahçesinde çiçekler yetiştirebileceğimiz evleri olsun küçük küçük. Beyaz zambaklar ve güller mesela. Çiçekleri sevebileceğimiz bir bahçe. Yaşlı kadınlar, ölmüş kocalarının saçını okşar gibi severler ya çiçeklerin yapraklarını; işte öyle. Varsın salonumuzda yaldızlı möblelerimiz olmasın. Varsın parlak ve çiziksiz, gıcır gıcır misafirlik sevinçlerimiz olmasın. Sevinçlerimizle birbirimizi sarmaladığımız bin yıllık koltuklar üzerinde, battaniye altında uyuyalı
Akuroku pt.3Roxas awoke from his deep slumber, stretching his arms and legs, letting out a huge yawn. The sun covered his face giving him a good, warm feeling. He turned onto his side, trying to get some more sleep, but found Axel right next to him sleeping on the floor. To Roxas he looked so peaceful. Roxas just stared at Axel, wondering what he was dreaming about.Akuroku pt.37 years ago in Teen More Like This
Roxas jumped up from the ground and looked out the window. It was Olette; she was standing below Roxass window staring up at him.
Roxas were going to be late! You dont want to get yelled at again by Hayner!
Roxas looked down at Axel seeing that he was still sleeping. He couldnt leave Axel here by himself. Thinking long and hard he thought of a solution. Grabbing the blanket that was on the bed he put it around himself and made himself look sick. He fake coughed and walked to the window.
I .cant go .Im sick . He coughed again and looked dow
Hallowe'enHallowe'en8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Axel, what do you want to be for Halloween?" It had started out as an innocent question, two weeks in advance of Halloween night. Roxas happened to be stretched out lazily on Axel's bed, the controller to Axel's X-Cube 180 clutched loosely in his fingers. His lithe arms were draped over the edge of the bed, feet tucked snugly under the redhead's pillow. The room was filled with the sounds of Castle Soul as Roxas fired his lockgun through swarms of oncoming soulless.
Axel, from where he was perched in his swivelling computer chair, looked away from the monitor to glance briefly in Roxas' direction. He squinted his eyes in thought, for a moment, letting out a breath from his nose.
Axel raised his hand from his computer mouse to idly scratch at the diamond tattoo beneath his right eye, grunting. "To be honest..." He murmured, leaning back in his chair as it gave a loud creak.
"I wasn't planning on going this year. Y'see, I don't really know how to sew and my bos isn't really forthgiving
Akuroku pt.5The smile that once crossed the blondes face was now gone. He clenched his fists at the thought of his father; he hated him with a passion. Every time he came back hell broke lose. He would hit Roxas mother and him with intense force. His father in return always had hated Roxas saying of what a disappointment Roxas is, yelling at Roxas most of the time he was over. He wished his mother would just leave his father and Roxas could just stay with his mother, but she would never do that. She was too afraid of his father to do anything and Roxas didnt blame her. His father was frightening and had power over all of them.Akuroku pt.57 years ago in Teen More Like This
Axel watched Roxas, trying to figure out what Roxas was thinking about but, had no success.
Roxas you okay .?
We should be going back to my place ..its getting late
Roxas started walking away leaving Axel to stand in silence.
Why did he get so upset all of a sudden..? Did I do something ..?
For You - Roxas's PoVA gentle touch drew me out of my dreams.For You - Roxas's PoV7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I opened my eyes and saw emeralds eyes gazing down at me. I could make out the twin tattoos under his eyes in the dim light.
His hands were cupping mine to his chest, a pained expression on his face. The first ever emotion I saw him displayed.
He whispered my name, voice trembling slightly.
I smiled at him.
He leaned closer to me. His voice was soft, almost heart-rending.
Roxie Do you... Do you believe in Angels?
I nodded, never breaking contact with his eyes. They were captivating even when they are so closed to tears.
"Would you believe me if I tell you I'm your Guardian Angel?" His hands were trembling ever so slightly.
'I believe you...' I tried to reply, but no words come out.
My voice was gone.
I couldn't speak to him again.
I felt tears flowing down my cheeks, I couldn't hold them back.
He reached down to wiped them away.
There were so much to say, so many to hear. We should had more time together.
"Hello, Roxas." A voic
Killer Party- LxL REVISEDKiller Party-LxLKiller Party- LxL REVISED7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was April 15, the anniversary of L being granted his title. To celebrate, the task force was going to hold a party for Ryuuzaki. They had decided to give it a theme. The theme: serial killers, because they were what L was famous for capturing.
Light had changed into his Freddy Krueger outfit (it was practical) and began setting up for the party. His costume consisted of the infamous striped red and black shirt, the brown hat, and the gloves. The make-up kit was left in the box because there was no way he was going to purposely make his beautiful face into that ugly mug. The hotel room had balloons and tables of Ryuuzakis favorite sweets--which was a lot-- and banners that said Congratulations and Happy Anniversary. The anniversary ones had little angels and bells with ribbons because it was meant for a wedding; Matsuda and Mogi did the best they could.
mad scientistOmad scientist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he mixes 'freedom'
with 'love' and
pours the mess
in a bottle labelled
(he likes to think he's multi-talented,
and illusions are the best emulsifiers.)
his potion shelve crashes
to the basement floor
every single day.
(he has always been this clumsy.)
he takes notes
of all his experiments
and then destroys them.
(he wants to be known
for his successes. not his failures.)
he thought he knew all the recipes
for gold, love, life, sleep,
but there just is no such thing
(he is not as smart
as his glasses and lab coat might suggest.)
his former loves in formaldehyde.
(one day he will
have found a cure.)
he stopped using logic in his formulas.
(one day he will
name something after him.)
Akuroku: Misfortune pt5Roxas lie on his side, feeling the pain of his throat ripping at him. This wasnt supposed to happen. All of this was wrong. Roxas sighed as he turned over on his back.Akuroku: Misfortune pt57 years ago in Teen More Like This
He was suppose to go home, make dinner, put Namine to sleep, and maybe take a few beatings here or there and then go to bed and act like nothing happened the next day. But everything went off track. His dad ended up beating him more than expected ending him up in a hospital.
This wasnt supposed to happen!
Roxas got up out of the bed and slowly made his way over to the table. There lied his clothes all folded neatly and precise. Roxas smirked at Soras OCD. (obsessive compulsive disorder)
Roxas took off his hospital clothes and quickly changed. He sat down in the small chair that the hospital placed in the corner and put his shoes on, feeling the pain of his bruises effect him finally.
Tip #1, avoid all bending at all costs.
Roxas started to make random lists in his head, trying to reme
picture death.I couldnt bring myself to bury her.picture death.7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I couldnt bring myself to empty the ground of dirt and of earthworms and of the spindly weed roots, and fill in the ochre gap with her body. Her coffee-cream fur held her tiny skeleton from falling out when they hit her. I try not to think of miniature beat-less hearts and mute lungs. I never saw her dead, but I can imagine.
They found her on the median strip. Breathless and still by the endless whoosh of traffic.
In my mind I see Mums face; I see her heart throbbing at her feet and her cradling the dog, like a precious baby to her chest. I see the love flowing down her withered cheeks and her hands pressing into the fur, desperately releasing life from her fingertips. She wrapped her in a rainbow and buried her beneath a flowering mango tree.
When I came home she was standing on worn feet, looking forlorn and waiting for me. Around the door my little sisters freckles and cheeks are stained pink and shine in the light.
I'm Sorry that I Love YouI'm sorry that I love you,I'm Sorry that I Love You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I just won't go away when you need someone,
that my heart beats fast when you're around,
that when I close my eyes I see your smile.
I'm sorry that I care,
that I consistently ask how your day was,
that I hold our memories dear,
that I'll always look out for you.
I'm sorry that I smile whenever your near.
that I see you first out of anyone in the crowd.
that I always seem to be by your side,
that we just have too many good times together.
I'm sorry that I worry with you,
that I frown when you aren't happy,
that I tear up when you frown,
that I break inside when you tear up.
I'm sorry that I love you,
that I try to make you laugh,
that I want to hold your hand,
that I only want what's best for you.
I'm sorry that my love doesn't fade.
I wasn't aware that your love had an expiration date.
butterfly wings.Sometimes I feel as though there are millions of butterflies,butterfly wings.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swelling up inside my stomach,
Fluttering against the edges of my vocal chords.
Sometimes I feel as though there are millions of butterflies suffocating me.
Your SongToday I woke up humming your song.Your Song7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It made as much sense to me as the rest of the world did. Like those seconds of dizzying clarity I have occasionally where I stop and wonder how I got this far. Only not.
Like the Walmart customers that burrow their heads into the cacophony of $1.00 DVDs hoping to find some overrated movie with a cheesy ending to escape the image of their own disastrous epilogue. Walking by with a friend on one arm and toungue-staining, blue-fluffed-cotton candy precariously tilting I realized what a pathetic picture we all make. I turned my head and stared at the socks.
Like walking into Albertsons and realizing that bottled water processed in Who-The-Fuck-Cares costs more then a bottle of pink 7-up. No wonder most of us are so fat. I decided against comparing the ice cream isle to the fruit isle today. I settled for some gum.
Like when I passed the paper up to the front of the class the other day. We had to write some thoughts and feelings acr
Observation Ch2"How old are you, kid?"Observation Ch28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Old enough to know that that's a terrible excuse for a pickup line."
Axel nearly choked on his newly refilled gin and tonic. "Sorry?"
The blonde offered him a lopsided smirk. "You can't sit there and expect me to believe that after staring at me for twenty minutes, you aren't going to make a pass." He took a sip of his own rum and Coke. "The least you could do is come up with a better line than that."
The redhead coughed into a fist, forcing himself to breathe around the burn of alcohol. A small smile played across his lips as he turned his gaze to the boy adoring the barstool two spaces away.
"Bit cocky, aren't we? What makes you think you're my type in the first place?"
"I'm everyone's type," the blonde stated simply. Axel arched an inquisitive brow.
"Really now?" He shook his head and dared another attempt at finishing his drink. "That doesn't make you cocky at all, now does it?" He nearly bit through his tongue fighting the laughter that tickled the
theme six - breaki.theme six - break7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i wish you did not trip
into my life on a muddy slope and
ask me to keep your balance in my fingers
so i would not have to learn your true shadows
if i had stayed blissfully unaware
of the three calluses that line your
right palm where my fingers trace your skin
perhaps i would not miss holding your hand
i feign that i swallow your words as easy as water
"i haven't felt like this about someone in years"
i wish you kept it to yourself so eight days later
figuring out i meant nothing wouldn't have this impact
you tell me there are five purple marks
below your ear and above your collarbone
i want to slam a brick into a face or destroy
something beautiful so i don't feel alone
when i take my clothes off to shower
i can still see the red lines on the skin of my back
where your nails dug in; i flinch from pain
before the water even touches the scars
Broken.i.Broken.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother doesnt wear her wedding
ring anymore. Instead, it sits on the
counter above the kitchen sink, like
she took it off while washing dishes
and forgot to put it back on; but Ive
seen her pick it up and wipe the counter
and walk away, like she no longer
recognized it as her own.
She and I have the same long, slim
fingers, except hers are clean and
manicured and tanned, theyre used
to flipping through old books, still
delicate and fragile, with arthritic
veins tracing through; Mine have
always been pale and torn up and
raw from anxious nerves, tough
callused finger tips from encounters
with cello strings and piano keys.
She takes care of herself, but I think
shes given up on taking care of me.
Sometimes, we leave, just her and I;
we get into her car and drive and
drive and drive until weve lost the
things that are dragging around our
ankles and weighing us down; Our
adventures tend to lead us where
the thoughts drown the fastest