Forgotten AtrocitiesForgotten Atrocities12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our papa was off
To fight for Stalin,
Protecting the motherland
From the scourge of Berlin.
He fought for our family
Grandpa, Mama, Tanya, and I,
So that one day these bad men
Might just say good-bye.
And Mama prayed every night
Hoping for papa's return,
But as she tucked us in to our beds
I could see the tears of concern.
In the mornings grandpa would say
"Little Sasha stand tall and be proud,
Because the righteous will win
And all our enemies be bowed."
But a long while did pass
Before the good news finally came
"The Germans in retreat,"
And all fronts looked the same.
In only a few more days
Our town would be free.
The might of my country
Would uproot the nazi.
So it was a total surprise
When the gunmen came to our doors.
They marched the whole town to the bridge
And separated us by twos and by fours.
I held close to my grandpa
As they bound us together,
His ankle to mine
In that dreary winter weather.
This process continued
Until the whole town was done,
Mothers to daughters
Epitome of Romanceit's spring, now. we keep our curtains drawn after it rains because the rainbows still make you cringe. the stars are out at night, though, after clear evenings that wait and stick. you explain constellations to me because i never read the books. our bed is always left unmade because whenever one of us walks by it, we like being reminded of hungry hands and hungrier hips. you leave me shower-steam messages on the bathroom mirror. you make us dinner and i watch you stir, secretly using extra ingredients to spell out our initials near the sink. we watch a sad movie and i can't find the tissues, so you let me use your sleeve. "i bought you this." "i know." and then you sneak away, coming back with crackers and a british accent.Epitome of Romance11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the summer you wake me up with ice cubes and your tongue. our windows stay open all night and you nudge me when the neighbors whisper as they pass our house in the morning, so sure that they heard me the night before. you tell me about how you used to wait for m
Ode to Sweeny ToddShattered emotionOde to Sweeny Todd10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her pain slowly
Seeped into her brain
Crazy and old
Giving her body
He came back
Anger and rage
Consuming his soul
Formed to hate
And vengeance untold
Soon finding each other
A slash of a blade
And it was over
Her pain silenced
A grotesque heap
In his revenge
So long lost
Now dead by him
Blinded by pain
In his crime
Murder beget murder
Until only one remained
Their sad child
Not knowing her parents
Until all was lost
closer1.closer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she kept the christmas tree
up well past march and its a
broken and sad
the words, no one understood.
but the silence.
and i hum in this
empty house and
echoes. the phone
keeps ringing and i
say. i say:
and you say:
don't. just --
but here i am and
there. there you are.
your face as delicate
as your tears today. and
i touch you as if
you're a paper boat,
about to float away. and i
around your thoughts,
afraid i'll wake
my clothes smell like
you. my skin
smells like you. and
there is a dead tiger
in my bed. we're
an electrical storm
exploding in the sky and
i don't think i've
ever loved you more.
VoicesThe voices won't stop chanting,Voices6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what were you thinking,
you're a failure..."
And I believe them.
When rain falls from my eyes,
"Why are you crying fool,
are you a coward?
You're not strong,
you mean nothing..."
I begin to think like them,
"I can't do this,
I'm just another face in the crowd,
nobody loves me,
Why doens't anyone look at me,
why don't they care?"
The voices go on,
this time I answer them.
"Look at yourself... what's wrong with you?"
"I don't see anything worth looking at..."
Life goes on,
why is it so cold?
I know something's missing,
but what could it be?
Somebody has to have the answer,
I lie there in as a crumpled heap...
I fall into a deep slumber,
in a dream I see a man dressed in white garments, he has a face that belongs to a king
there is also a man with deep, black eyes, he grins at me with an evil row of teeth
The evil one leaps at me but is blocked by the man in
Fuck MeI soften skinFuck Me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You won't touch anyway
I make myself beautiful
In case you want to play
I look gorgeous tonight
Chasing one drink with another
As I wait...wait...
I don't know why I bother
I mask disappointment
In case you come for me
Paint my lips again
With a broken heart you won't see
Why don't you want me?
Why do I need you?
I love you so much
Sometimes I hate you
Turn away as I lie
Spread out on the bed
Fuck me before I'm dead
Get out of my bed
And fuck yourself
Save me the trouble
Though I do it well
I have nothing left to give
You won't get another tear
I'm done begging
Why the fuck are you here?
Want to try again?
You're almost out of time
I still want your body
But you won't get mine
Not that you'd want it anyway
Pretend I don't care
It wasn't just my body
I wanted to share
Fuck my heart...
And it hurts
More than you'll ever know
Dan Kim's SchrankgeistCollette hummed quietly to herself as she spread a thin veil of strawberry jam on her toast. She liked jam, especially strawberry. Collette had something of a sweet tooth, and the nice man who worked weekends always went out of his way to sneak her in something. The man that worked there weekends was the best. He always brought her strawberry jam. She took a bite as she dropped a sugar cube into her orange juice. Those were both his, again. He had brought it in for her for breakfast, he said, but he didnt manage to get it to her until early evening.Dan Kim's Schrankgeist6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Taking another bite, Collette pulled the blanket around her tighter. It was a thin summer blanket, but it was the best available. She was lucky he snuck her in a blanket. It was amazing any of the others managed to survive in this cold. The Yukionna aside, that was. Winter was coming on, and with the rece
Broken DreamsYou leave me standing here with broken dreams,Broken Dreams6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with no-one to depend on,
nothing is no longer what it seems,
and all my hope has gone.
Does how you treated me make you feel strong?
you hurt me so bad don't you see?
all i ever wanted was somewhere to belong,
and be who i really wanted to be.
Did you never think maybe that the things you were doing were wrong?
you changed, you took over and were trapping me,
despite your actions i love you all along,
but im sorry i just need to be free.
Bleeding LoveFrom time to time i try to speak but you dont hearBleeding Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every day is another arguement that fills me with tears
Then we make up and it seems like everything is pefect
But i was wrong..........
This stats to happen repeatedly it seem like were going through a cycle
that just wont stop
My friends say I need to move on and find someone who is actually their
My friends say its not worth the pain of my heart bleeding for you
But I can't help int, I am in love with you
So my heart pours down onto the ground
and is soaked up by the earth
And there is no more left for me to give
So I keep bleeding helplessly
I start to walk and the pace gets faster
I start to jog but before I know it I am running
I feel the tears fall down from my eyes
Then swept away by the wind
I keep running till I am out of breath then I stop and realize
I am at the place we first meet
I fall to my knees and scream
But I can't help it , Cause no matter what they say my love for you will
SubmergedThe doctor walks towards me.Submerged7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An opposite of me.
This foul, cruel, gruesome beast.
How dare he show his face.
Studying prisoners. My friends.
Plunged into the icy water.
My death handed to me on a plate
In front of my eyes.
In front of me.
Unable to do anything.
Unable to fight.
Cold flows throughout my body.
Chills my brain.
Ices over my muscles.
Solidifying my lungs.
Freezing my body.
A probe inserted
To check my body heat.
But what body?
And what heat?
Surely, they will not exist.
Within seconds, they will be extinguished.
I will not be here long.
And all this horror for what?
A cure for hypothermia?
Meant to heal and benefit the soldiers?
The answer never comes as my life is spent.
Sir Cricket's PortraitSir Cricket's Portrait6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
On a very rainy day, in a very rainy city... Sir Cricket von Marionette decided to have his portrait taken. You see, Sir Cricket had a ladyfriend whom he bestowed the utmost admiration upon. One could even say he prized her esteemed company beyond all other crickets in that drizzly town. Perhaps even in the entire land, though Sir Cricket von Marionette was not one to go galavanting too far beyond the streets of his beloved home.
At any rate... this ladyfriend, Penelope Chirpington, had mentioned in passing that she would quite like to look upon the personage - or rather, the buggage - of Sir Cricket when time and circumstances were not favorable to their being together. In other words, she longed for a certain portrait, to keep on a certain table, which sat in a certain room that served as a place to pass the time, when not in a certain charming man-bug's company.
Sir Cricket had a fervent desire to make this wish of Lady Chirpington's come true. And yet, where among the cobbles of th
Never Hit a Lady"Five minutes, Lana!"Never Hit a Lady7 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, yeah. Keep your shirt on!"
Lana turned back to her mirror to finish adjusting her costume. "You're a doll, Lana," she said to her reflection. "The fellas are gonna love this get up." Tonight was the debut of her Lady is a Tramp routine, and she had done up the costume herself.
Sexier than the sequined number by a mile! Who knew that a dame in a guy's undershirt could be such a vamp! It still needed something, but Lana couldn't put her finger on what.
"Lookin' real swank, Lana. Hope ya didn't get all dolled up for me."
She jumped and whirled toward the voice. The large figure framed in the doorway wore a trench coat and a fedora. He also held a gun.
"Tony! You scared the crap outta me!" Lana put a hand to her chest. "What's with the heater?"
Tony stepped into the room and closed the door. "I ain't takin' no chances. Not after what happened to Mr. Calabrese."
Another step brought him into the bright light of the vanity mirror. Tony was no
Those who had no voiceKill this hourThose who had no voice7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a grain of sand pounds down.
We take the world as more than "mine"
And keep it preserved inside the glass
The perfect way to keep the past
Untainted, yet bathed with blood
Of all the innocents that had our way
And no choice to rise and say-
"This glass is perfect, yet unclear-
I take myself to bee free of fear-
I take myself to be free of here."