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
Sir Tanly'Safe - Chapter 2...Perfect. Everything must be perfect. Candles!...No Candles. Ok. What's next? The floor is clean. Good good. Do I smell alright? I can't smell myself. I think I feel I smell alright. It doesn't matter does it? They come, they laugh, they go, they never come back again, confusion confusion, self reflection and revision, then careless until I'm tricked again. I don't care anymore. You're right I care too much. I feel sick. I feel sick. I feel sick. Perfect. Everything should be perfect. My feet hurt. I never wear these shoes. Will she even care? I don't know. I look good from the front. I should always stay in front of her. That's stupid. I'm stupid. I give up. There's no such thing as perfect. Please make it easy. Please be the one...Sir Tanly'Safe - Chapter 27 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
...Just say it. Just go out there and say it. I'm taking too long in here. She's going to notice. Fucking hell I can't piss. I knew this would happen. She still makes me nervous. Do I make her nervous? Have I ever made anyone nervous? Just rel
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
Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?9 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
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
a ng e l ey e sa ng e l ey e s11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There were glimmers of light our cigarettes gave off as we strived to keep ourselves silent and unnoticed. It was another mission to the stars or did the stars lower themselves for just one more hour; a few grains of sand longer?
Where the cement curbed, we do not trust pass so we settle for beached shadow replicas of you and me, longing for silence as we fell short of breath.
But there was only a you and a me…
A you in your car and a me with my feet on the dashboard and my palms on your knees.
When all the stories of the night were stole and I gave up producing anymore realities and the needles were used up and the weekends were suspended, the sidewalks appealed to your feet as I begged you to abandon loneliness. The rooftops were solemnly dark and they watch over the streets where one day we would look up to see ourselves.
Our dreams were held out by barbed wire fences and our finger prints held to us by innovative flash cards allowing them all to view these residues of humanity buri
Vanity's VictimCameras surround the poor girlVanity's Victim7 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,
Flawless ImperfectionsOne Day, you will see.Flawless Imperfections7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I pray you will see it in this photograph.
in it lies a scene I have known for so long,
you have only seen thyself through a broken mirror,
and all those cracks in the glass have found their way into your heart,
leaving this perfect portrait blind and forgotten.
but look as I see you,
for through mine eyes,
no greater beauty has made home in my sight.
Now, those cracks that have been built up in your heart, are not cells from which self confidence cannot escape,
but rather they are the the flawless imperfections that make what you are that much sweeter.
Look into this photograph and show me not beautys skin,
but rather her soul.
show me not a cracked mirror,
but the shattered shell of your self loathing.
one day it shall be known to you that beauty does not only makes home in others eyes,
but it is made home in the smile of self confidence.
and as my cameras shutter opens and closes,
this photographers eyes blink only to once
Will die an arabA lot of people will denyWill die an arab10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I don't care and I will stand up high
for who am I,
and for what God chose me to be
I'll be the best I can be
Im proud to say I am an Arab with all its means
no matter what disrespect i might get
let them say savages barbarians or illiterates,
it doesn't matter to me
what matters the most is me
and how I treat thee
I treat people as individuals
Regardless their race color or religion
I am here for certain years
Then I'll disappear
To a world where only sins and deeds rule
The records are set ready for that day
You and I shall not prepare what to say
Who and what surrounds us shall speak
A moment when we are most terrified
An old good word we've said may come
Reminds us of what darkness we've lit
take my word and remember this
What makes a person special
Not the tongue that he talks by
Nor the religion he defends
It's the number of people he has helped
It's how many false he has regret
At the end with joy I would say
I was born an Arab
Celor care plang...Si-i plange in nestireCelor care plang...9 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?...
butterfly wings.Sometimes I feel as though there are millions of butterflies,butterfly wings.6 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.
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
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
leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme.6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together. i like being the blue eyed girl with hands holding her from spilling in a mess at everyones toes. i like it when theyre your hands.
i try to define you with mental disorders. i say you have schizophrenia and pretend its a valid excuse. im in love with one of your personalities, but the other doesnt even notice
v e r t i g o. i. it's been so long since I've felt the static of your body burning my lungs.v e r t i g o.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss the sizzling pain of not being able to breathe.
(and holding my breath underwater just isn't the same.)
iii. I fell for you the hardest, but you still
broke me in a violently beautiful blur of swirling reds and grey.
with the vertigo worn off,
everything is empty without your smile.
v. the only letter you wrote me was on
black paper in green pen -
barely legible, but I think I liked it better that way.
then I could pretend you scrawled the words I want to see.
vii. our love was like hollywood;
or maybe the night sky.
thousands of stars
burning out in an instant.
(deny it all you want, but we were always the brightest.)
glitter.you wrote me love letters from the passenger seat,glitter.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pressing stars to my eyelids and hearts to my forehead.
you wrote me lies.
like the summer months, you never stick around long enough to make a lasting impression.
winter always takes over, cold
fingertips washing away all past evidence of the blistering friction once there.
(the only way I made it through was remembering that
youre only another calendar away; that youll come back.
I dont think Ill make it through this time.)
Id write you every word in the french-english dictionary if only one would spark a memory.
you seem unable to reminisce and incapable of nostalgia.
(really, I think theyre powers you passed onto me, increasing mine tenfold.)
youre like something acidic, burning in my throat.
but all the way down, youre smoldering the word
you held me close with trembling hands,
telling me how I was your living reincarnation of
Observation Ch2"How old are you, kid?"Observation Ch27 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
smile.one.smile.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sits alone on the beach.
writing poetry in the sand.
writing love-notes to someone without a face.
watching her words wash out to sea.
she lay down on her stomach.
typing away the pain.
angrily smashing the keyboard.
she let's the back-space erase her frustration.
she stares up at the sky.
forming the clouds into pretty pictures.
she lets her mind wander.
she watches the figures blow away.
she dances around the back-yard.
head-phones in her ears.
guitars threaten to burst her ear-drums.
she sings as well as the next guy with a mic.
she picks at the scab on her thigh.
thinking absent-mindedly about the past.
oops she's bleeding now.
she hopes a tissue will do.
she bunches up on the couch.
the t.v screeches loudly.
she watches the girl on the screen die.
she doesn't look away.
a postcard arrives in the mail.
she reads it over carefully.
an address wasn't specified.
all it said was 'smile'.
so she did.
ButterflyI started out my life so small,Butterfly9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Insignificant and ugly
Crawling around through the fall
Thinking that life meant nothing at all
Wishing to fly, fly so high
To the beautiful morning and touch the sky.
But I was accursed, habit my play
Built to consume
Any and all that got in my way.
How could I live through another day?
Dreaming of flight, to fly so high,
Through the white clouds that littered the sky?
Till one day, He picked me
So hurt and so angry
And I started to see
What He could make me, what I could be
He'd teach me to fly, to fly so high
To His blessed morning, His glorious sky.
So He took my life, made it anew
In a cocoon, the moments so few
I emerged a new creation, wondering what I could do
So I stretched my new wings, to fly so high
To taste the dew, in that awesome sky
That's when I flew, though not too long.
What a wonderful feeling!
To be so alive, to be healthy and strong!
And then in an instant, that moment was gone.
It was my dream, to fly so hig
sixmillionin years gone by, you never calledsixmillion6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the phone lay untouched on the table
like spider legs gathering dust
on ebony wood
it's been fourthousandthreehundredandeightytwo
days since you left
and i've had over six million minutes
of memories of you
sometimes you would whisper
and glitter would fall in my ear
sometimes you would play ribguitar
(it was your own version of airguitar)
until your crimson fingers
could pluck no more
then you would kiss life
back into my limp body
i still bear the scars
where my skin was sown back together
but my ribcage has never been the same
and each day is a struggle to breathe
Akuroku: Misfortune pt. 8Axel slowly awoke and groaned as he stretched his arms up in the air. He turned and smiled,Akuroku: Misfortune pt. 87 years ago in Teen More Like This
Hey Roxas- Axel stopped and found that Roxas no longer was in his bedroom. Panic flew across him and all of those horrible memories started to come rushing back to him.
Why would he take off again!?
Axel jumped out of his bed and ran downstairs, he heard his mother cooking in the kitchen and paid her no mind. He rushed past the kitchen and to the front door.
Hahaha! Axel stopped in his tracks and turned around. He waited for another noise.
Here, why dont you grab the plates. His mother said.
Axel walked around the corner and found Roxas with his mother. They were cooking pancakes and Roxas, he was smiling, smiling a joyful smile. Roxas was grabbing the plates from the top shelf in the kitchen and was placing them down. Axel smirked, Roxas didnt leave, he was still right here with him.
Axel slowly walked up to Roxas and helped him with the pl