DrumlineCan you feel the heatDrumline10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
coming from the beat
can't you feel it in your feet?
Your heart beats,
Sweat collects on your brow
the roar of the crowd
echos through the atmospere
Take a deep breath
it's not quite over yet
CRASH CRASH the cymbals flash
CRACK CRACK the snares whack
BOOM BOOM the bassline dooms
and at last CLACK CLA-CLA CLACK!
The adrenaline still surging
through your veins
a little delay
Then it's the end of the day.
Umbrella VillanelleUmbrella Villanelle11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish, somehow, you'd taken the umbrella
It's close again; the rain is warm and sweet
And if you had, the coffee would taste better
I know it wouldn't hold against the weather
in New Orleans - the hurricanes and heat
but I wish, somehow, you'd taken the umbrella
It couldn't shield you, like some space defender,
from attack ships, when the game decides to cheat
Still, if you had, the coffee would taste better
You're bound for more frontiers than Barbarella
And though you're cannier, more fun, more fleet
I really wish you'd taken the umbrella
Just taken it, with one swift, sanguine gesture
Like I take your legs sometimes, petite
If you had, the coffee would taste better
Better than a hot, black fog. A pleasure,
not the ghost of one that lingers incomplete
I wish, somehow, you'd taken the umbrella
If you had, the coffee would taste better
Girl In the DrumlineWho says girlsGirl In the Drumline7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can't be in the
We can play as well,
If not better,
As you guys can
We'll play it
And rock off your socks
We're in step
We play it right
That's more than
You can say
We know what to do
If you're such a hotshot
What are you gonna do?
When us girls are gone
And you're standing there
"Why didn't I listen
To that girl
In the drumline?"
memento mori I.memento mori8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Death has been standing outside my house all night.
Last night I wiped my eyes against the cool glass and I watched him out the leaves of my window; watched while he circled the perimeter, his hands dancing near my rosebushes, giving light touches to the leaves and breaking them off along the neon vein lines. I touch the patches on my face and I try to make out the lines on his body: hooknose frame, dark lidded eyes, nailed mouth. The ceiling of nighttime rushed over him like a blanket and a smile, and I fell asleep with the crook of my head against the sill, images of his dead-star hands floating on my eyelashes, dripping off onto my cheeks.
And when I opened my eyes and saw morning stretch its back in a curved imitation of blue and white clouds like drippy wings, I knew who he was.
Now it's midmorning, and I take the knife and shiver until it cracks against the board. I bring the end dangerously close to my fingers,
covalent bondingthe horizon always looks closercovalent bonding8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the top of the street.
the clouds drift over their heads
he keeps it in his pillowcase and she
tucks hers inside her sock,
and like dirty money they
fumble with each other's
hands, infusing fingers
and fingernails until they share
one blood, two veins,
fallen leaves and dinosaur bones
in his mouth, a fallen star and
in her palm.
over the hill there is a
over the hill there is
a sprinkling of blood, tears as roped as rain,
a smattering of ashes and a block of shame. over the hill
there is a nightmare, and it prowls
on four steady feet,
hushed by lover lips and feathery footsteps.
and the skulls wait for the cancer
to dye their hair yellow, undertones of silver. she traces
his lethal arms; he sniffs at her black eye;
they pretend they cannot
see it, chafing against her ankle
and spurring dreams on the back of his head;
and so they stand at the top of the street,
and the gravel sparkle
I Have Your ScarfBehold the manatee!I Have Your Scarf7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Salt sweet curves, it laughs at you
for you've no pants on
Sexually Transmitted DiseasesSexually Transmitted Diseases9 years ago in Humor More Like This
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what the rain really meanssometimes, she says,what the rain really means8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart just
she leans over and clutches
her ribcage in all the
wrong places. the bones
handle her fingers like
drawing straws, searching
for the longest.
her pupils are like ladybugs,
drowning on a leaf; she
is edible and she bites
her lip, searching for a taste,
a cling. a necklace on a
wire on a chain attempts
to strangle her and she lays it
on the nightstand when
he fucks her, suicide forgone
if your heart is a
doorway to somewhere
deeper and if your feet can take
you along a fate-planned path,
if your fingers are plots of
where you wish you were
and if your eyes are
windows to your soul,
then i am afraid, my dear,
that you are dying.
she stands up a little straighter.
the feeling, the pain,
she says, it always
What If I StayWhat If I Stay9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What will you do when the
tides sieze and come to rest,
and the gulls all fly away.
Where will you be when the
last ocean shivers on the last day,
and the skies cloud over forever,
suffocating the sun, and
holds life at bay in a season
lost from one of its pages.
How will you feel when finally
I forsake you to your fate,
to the untold ages - and yet...
what if I stay.
The Bus Stop DialoguesI.The Bus Stop Dialogues6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A young man at the bus stop
turns to me and softly asks
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
He taps the faded leather
of his suedo-skin
and his eyes smile in a gentle lilt
before his mouth does.
I tell him that I like
to feel the earth breathe.
That textures keep my mind alive
and ticking like a clock.
I tell him that I'm trying to grow roots
so my pale limbs can twist into a tree
(the way L and I talked about it in therapy).
I tell him that my soul is lonely
and the ground is the only thing that's always there.
I tell him that bare skin is sensitive
and stroking it with every (twelfth) step
is a soothing form of self-care.
I tell him that I walk on water
and if I had shoes; I'd drown.
I tell him that my soles bruise
until they match my soul.
I tell him that my bones are soft
and the soil sews them back into reality
when I'm losing grip on sanity.
I tell him that I'm praying
one day I'll step on a syringe.
I shrug my shoulders,
open my mouth and say
"I just didn't feel like weari
Daughter of the Sea ch 6The girl looked around the room once more, examining it closely after having a long chat with her father. Both asked each other so many questions that the other gladly answered. But when a certain question popped up, the Captain let out a small sigh, Your mother and I Well he looked away for a moment before facing his daughter. I was a mortal before A man of the sea, I met your mother afterwards and fell in love with her She was the very sea itself Changing, harsh and untamable Daughter of the Sea ch 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
W-why harsh? Isnt that bad?
Yes, but in a different way it always bewitched me
Oh she kept listening to her father as she ate some hermit crabs.
Dont think that I abandoned you, Sara Your mother never told me that she was pregnant with you I swear that, if I ever knew, I would have come sooner
The girl looked up at him, T-then why did you tell the othe
the problem of evilHe fills his fingers with my skin.the problem of evil8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You're quiet today, he says.
I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell himI am learning to accept the end of the world.
He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' appleI wonder if I could save them, my mouth choked against my jeans, his face tucked away in the crevices of my palm, a desert inside.
No, I say, I'm not.
There is an amputee in the dark playing war games. He presses shift and his gun comes out, and he hits ctrl twice to shoot. Two enemies fall with their arms streaming behind them, graphics tearing at pixels, his screen a mi
Avengers One ShotIt had been six months since Agent Coulson had been killed trying to prevent Loki and his army of Chitauri from taking over the planet and alot had changed for the secret SHEILD group known as The Avengers.Avengers One Shot3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Tony Stark had completed rebuilding his Tower and turning it into a headquarters for the gang (with Pepper's help of course). But more recently the group was finding it difficult to keep up with all of Earth's emergencies, as a result, Heimdall had informed Thor of his friends' troubles and he had returned to Earth in order to help them.
Thor had been hesitant to leave his home realm but his friends needed him. He was an Avenger after all. Midgard needed him. He stepped out onto the bifrost where Hiemdall kept the teseract for travel now. "Gatekeeper. Send me to Midgard. I am needed there. Thank you Heimdall." he nodded to the gatekeeper.
Clint had woken in a cold sweat just like every night since Natasha had set him free of the teseracts hold. He couldn't shake the nightmares. He w
coughing coloursi used to think alexis was beautiful in every way, back when we went to school. now though, i tell myself that he's beautiful in an artistic sort of way. the sort of artistic that makes you picture everything as a black-and-white photo and the kind of artistic that sparks words somewhere inside you. he calls himself a movie-maker now, but his friends call him alex. i like to call him a story.coughing colours6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when we were maybe fifteen, alexis told me he wanted to go to the beach. it was cold, dark and raining outside, but i agreed anyway. i walked through the late night light and met him at his front gate. we held hands, shaking and biting our lips. we weren't talking but i don't think we had to. we sat on the beach and i counted the seconds in between the flashes of light from across the bay. he had his arm around my waist and i can't remember what we said, but i remember that we were happy. cold, wet and shaking but in love and happy.
when we went to school he used to tell me about how he had ev
goodnight, baby boy`goodnight, baby boy6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when you lay in bed tonight and decide, with tears in your eyes that you're better off without me, just know that i was laying, trying to remember that breathing does help the numb ache that keeps me awake through the night.
just know that i feel hollow and sick without knowing i can run to you.
and when i close my eyes, all i will be able to see is you. and when you curl into a ball and hug your knees, to try and make yourself feel safe, just know that i was alone, trying to steady my breathing, longing to be able to lay beside you.
and it'll all be okay, in the end;
that's what i used to tell myself.
it will all be okay
in the end.
All The Angels Are Sleeping...All The Angels Are Sleeping...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost my heart in the pitter, patter of rain on tin
Romantics and angels sleep walk,
My dreams sail along the gutter in the rain.
Moon lit lullabies; ghost brides, black roses and lost children,
Travel through the wind and rain like bits of forgotten dreams.
Wishes are tears from dandelion souls,
Drowning out pages and pages of cities and countries
(frozen cold hearts grow wings)
Everywhere and everything we shared seemingly further away,
Another day, another year disappearing into the sea.
Wishes are tears from dandelion souls,
Romantics and angels sleep walk,
Travelling through the wind and rain,
We will fall.
EcstasyΘα με ξυπνήσεις ξανάEcstasy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Καταμεσής της νύχτας
Καθώς τα δάχτυλα σου θα χαϊδεύουν
Καθώς θα ελευθερώνεις νότες μαγικές
Της μοναξιάς το μέτρημα θα ξεγελάς
Περιπλανώμενος σε αισθήσ
psychomotor agitation Remember how we used to hide under the blackness that hung off the trees' arms and I would tell you about plagues and fairies and your skin would be so pale in a sprung-up Sun and I told you I had a book of magic spells sitting at home, and that if you were good I would show them to you, and you said please, I'm good, I'm good, I'm so good, and I crossed my arms?psychomotor agitation7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And remember how we used to roll around in your backyard, all legs and shinbones and white socks and bleached flesh and fat tongues and swollen-cute cheeks, and we used to be dogs and we would swim across your new dying green ocean, and your dog would come running to prove us wrong, his tail caught inside his teeth, and I would think about silver sulfur bars and white-yellow calcium cages, and you stood and tried to brush the dirt-emerald color
For your Loss.Προσπαθώ να θυμηθώ,For your Loss.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Όλα αυτά που φοβάμαι,
Όλα αυτά που μισώ.
Μα πίσω από όλα,
Πάντα ξεπροβάλλεις εσύ.
Και ακούω ξανά,
Την τελευταία σου ανάσα.
"Μην φωνάζεις μου είπες.
"Σ' αγαπώ, δεν θα σε ξεχάσω."
Όχι, μην &
MUSIC AND YOUMUSIC AND YOU6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dedicated to Michael Jackson
You came to me, opened your arms.
I let you hold me, hold me
Last night you smiled at me.
You held me tight, I closed my eyes.
You let me feel you alive, again
You smiled at me.
And then I whispered in your ear:
YOU CAN CHANGE THE FUTURE
You smiled and whispered back:
I wave to all those years
Ive tried to do what you have done
And say good bye
you have such a pretty smilei.you have such a pretty smile7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has been scrawled and every letter looks like a hooked crow's talon, and i am sitting with my jeans all rolled up and my feet are made of seeds and wrinkles like protrusions of stems and dreamy roots, and i am exploding stars in my mind and they shatter like yellow confetti, slivered gold glitter, and i read so slowly like the words might escape me before i can finish, the tail-ends of ns turning into legs and the es unfurling and falling delicately away and the m scattering away like leaves coated in sulfur and membrane and silk, and on the wall is scrawled a picture, a color, that looks like this:
my stomach opened up wide
and out came
a forest, topped in limp rashes of stringy red and slices of white, splattered lightly with a crimson you could dip your finger in and taste, playing your tongue like a careful harp, and the gilded stains of green came out to meet the sun with extended pointing arms