Fiction Shelved True Stories.The air was fresh,Fiction Shelved True Stories.6 years ago in Other More Like This
the leaves were crisp,
you wore your newsboy cap,
and I wore those leggings that we ripped that night by the lake
the benches were full,
but we didn't care,
we found our place amongst the blades of grass and the critters between them
you spoke with your smile,
and mine answered
eyes melted into eyes
lips matched lips
hands found one another
while we shared that crucial point in time,
I noticed an old couple sitting by the fountain;
he was holding her,
and she was smiling like she held the secret to the meaning of life
you glanced their way,
and your arms found their way around my waist,
and then I realized that I already held the secret,
or it held me
So I pointed their way and stated,
"I want that to be us in 60 years."
You smiled crookedly and whispered,
"Why not today?"
and that was the moment I decided that you were it
because even though they said we were too young to know,
too naive to understand;
we did know
we did understand,
and we were in love,
Worlds Away, But Still Here.I'm a racist in a rainbow suit,Worlds Away, But Still Here.6 years ago in Other More Like This
with one eye slanted,
the other straight as
the hair that hangs down to
my broken shoulder blades
as I sway to the music in my head
I'll tell you the truth,
I had a dream once,
I had a future coming on,
I had beliefs once
But then I grew up.
I'm a follower leading blind sheep,
with one hand on the bible,
the other turned up,
one lone finger in the sky
that hangs over us all,
but it divides as we fall,
and we're signing peace treaties
as we head for more bombs
I'll tell you the truth,
I had a dream once,
I had a future that was bright,
I did believe once
But then I met the walls around me.
I'm a liar weaving truths that I'll feed you,
with both lips on the tip of my emotions,
we're singing praises to ourselves in the mirror,
behind our backs we're killing off morality
This Magic, This Act.This Magic, This Act.6 years ago in Other More Like This
Your Hollywood makeover self indulgent lectures
cause watery rims,
and thudding temples
You asked me if I understood
and I nodded twice,
and once no
You looked past my contradictions,
never explaining the lastest catch phrase
Your words aren't the bait,
they're the trigger
and your audiences are blind folded
in blood red chairs
You hide your sins so well,
I almost thought you an angel
But I peeked
Does it kill you to know I never enjoyed your overdone acting?
I never believed you,
but you believed me
All the tricks you've pulled,
like yarn weaving around you
in a small room,
has trapped you in the middle
of the other side
How's it feel sitting in that chair
without use of your eyes?
The stage smells like rust and bleach
and the seat covers rip and wear
A simple whisper is caught on your
tuned in ears
"Are you watching closely?"
Raver's ManifestoRaver's Manifesto9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our
nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice
is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our
currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of
choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian
though we know it will never be.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may
misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because
we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are
not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not
naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal
village that transcends man-made law, physical
geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the
thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a
mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of
concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn
back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness,
and darkness of it, we came to
Trilingual Sucker.Trilingual Sucker.6 years ago in Other More Like This
I must believe that you never did
I've got to make this easier
that ignore button looks rather attractive tonight,
and my hands are itching to punch the escape key;
to break this habit,
like my last cigarette,
I'll tuck you behind my ear
for safe keeping and promise not to use you
Too bad I can't say the same for your philosophy
You'll be in the books one day,
and I'll be the only one not reading your words
I would label you a mess,
but I misplaced my feather pen
which wrote with the tenderness of your apologies
and pricked with the sting of their fakeness
I'll be sure to thank you for this one day,
whenever I find my way up the ledge you dropped me off
In your sweet exterior lives a monster worth more
than Nessie and money has always made me uneasy
but I'll take "Not-So-Sweet Goodbye" for right now
and you can take the mat with you because you're not welcome anymore
Set this in stone and take your walk of shame with you
I promise not to watch
Your tears could flood me out a
Paradise lost AKA All gods die Kiedy wychodził, nie spodziewał się, że zacznie padać – w końcu był dopiero początek grudnia, a zimy z roku na rok robiły się coraz cieplejsze. Siergiej nie lubił śniegu, wbrew swojej rosyjskości i temu, co w tej kwestii sądzili o nim inni, więc przeklął pod nosem, zobaczywszy frunące z gracją białe płatki. Nie znosił zimna, wilgoci i tego, że bez rękawiczek palenie stawało się uciążliwe i mało przyjemne. Jakieś dziecko krzyknęło do matki, a chwilę później spróbowało złapać wirujący puch na język. „Udław się nim” – pomyślał zirytowany Siergiej, rozplątując tkwiące w uścisku słuchawki. Gdyby tylko wiedziały, z kim miały do czynienia, nie byłyby tak złośliwe.Paradise lost AKA All gods die2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The importance of being idleThe importance of being idle4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gdy koło trzeciej zabrakło alkoholu, wszyscy poza mną i Siergiejem rozeszli się w swoje strony, uznając imprezę za skończoną. Siedzieliśmy zatem na dachu szkoły tylko my dwaj, z przytulonymi do siebie ramionami i splecionymi od niechcenia dłońmi, pod czarnym, ale spokojnym niebem, wśród pustych puszek i czyichś wymiocin, którymi ubrudziłem sobie buty. Wszystko wokół było ciemne, niemal namacalne, nawet nasze myśli tylko papieros w ustach Siergieja jarzył się jasnym punkcikiem. Pierwszy raz niepokoiła mnie cisza między nami, przerywana krótkimi salwami śmiechu. Szalonego śmiechu, który zdawał się wynosić ponad wszystko. Jak gdyby ten, który się śmiał, gardził wszystkim i każdym, nawet własnym życiem. A przecież ja sam znałem t
Letters I will never send Zastanawiam się, czy też topisz smutki w alkoholu czy wręcz przeciwnie beze mnie jesteś wreszcie szczęśliwy. A może już dawno zaćpałeś się i leżysz pod ziemią na jakimś zatęchłym cmentarzu? Nie dopuszczam do siebie tej myśli; dłoń drży mi przy pisaniu tego. Nie wierzę, że bóg mający w rękach cały wszechświat wszystkie gwiazdozbiory, planety, wszelką znaną i nieznaną materię, nawet moje nieistniejące serce mógł odebrać sobie życie. Ale ile tak naprawdę znaczył dla Ciebie każdy przeżyty dzień? Przecież to były błahostki, czyjś kaprys, pomyłka ewolucji. Krótko mówiąc pozbawiona zasad zabawa, która pewnego wieczoru mogła Ci się najzwyczajniej w świecie znudzić. W końcu nigdy nie bałeś sięLetters I will never send3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sense of SelfSense of Self4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sense of Self
I allowed my heart to thaw,
Once upon a time.
I'd thought that letting love come in
Would not be such a crime.
However, what I thought was love
Turned in to something mean,
And I was left, confused, in pain;
My heart broken at the seams.
So be wary when you warm your heart,
And allow your walls to melt.
You may end up more broken,
And you may lose your sense of self.
Allusions To YouYouAllusions To You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some supermarket in California,
We were searching for Whitman
Behind some grapes.
Alas, he was not there.
Played a game of chess
In some tragic Wasteland
What else is there to do?
Our barn was burnt down
We took our shopping cart
Filled with various items
Clothes, blankets, canned peaches,
Sunflower seeds, 2 flashlights, hard candy,
Tissues, Sprite, a soup pan,
Hardtack (which I made myself)
And a sleeping bag, for when its cold.
I have never been cold,
Beside you before,
You never mentioned it either.
Those are the nights I realize
That my entire study of American Literature
Has never prepared me for the American Life.
No American Dream has come from
Whaling, living in the woods, traveling west.
No civil overthrow of the government
Will brand you with an A.
You taught me that,
As well as other
But most of all,
You are my incorruptible dream.
I will beat on against the current
Which way does your beard point?
Moments In Odd Skins.That moment when you fall;Moments In Odd Skins.6 years ago in Other More Like This
when your legs forget how to stand,
when each rise and fall of your chest sends
a shockwave to every nerve, hitting like
a tsunami upon every grain of sand
That moment when you drop;
when your arms forget how to reach,
when you become lifeless,
your limbs hanging uselessly at odd angles
That moment when you die;
when your soul two steps out of your body,
twirling and dancing on the winds,
when your breath seems meaningless,
because oxygen can't save you when you're already gone
Grey Areas And Grey Eyes.Grey Areas And Grey Eyes.6 years ago in Other More Like This
I reach for skies I don't believe in
and a love I know is fake.
I kiss lips I don't trust
and whisper words I don't understand.
I love you,
but we both know I'm a liar,
and I doubt I'll ever mean what I say,
at least not what I say to you.
You twist my tongue,
along with my arms,
behind my back,
and the tip of your lungs.
You sicken me,
but I've never been a normalcy.
I grab for hands that aren't there
and hips with ghost-like tendancies.
I hold onto everything I want to let go,
and drop what I care for most.
I hate you,
but you know I'm in denial,
and I won't admit it,
at least not out loud.
You break my heart strings,
on your cutting eyes,
and your rushed hands.
I doubt I'll ever forgive you for making me like this,
but It won't stop my heart from beating in tune with yours,
even as it's fading.
And They Shall Be Nameless.And They Shall Be Nameless.6 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm a ghost here.
I'm being drained of colors that
don't belong to me,
and memories I've never been lucky
enough to have for myself.
I'm feeling a sense of dumbfoundness
as you walk by me,
I'm not here with you,
but you're here with me.
Everything is over and I never began.
I'm a plague here.
I'm being passed around as the nothing
that you see me as,
and the everything you don't want.
I'm sensing a feeling of distance between
us two paranormal floating souls
as you ignore,
and avoid me.
I'm not here with you,
but you're here with me.
You left me here because I refused to come on command.
I need a word,
or group of them to turn these tables around.
"What happens when I can't stand to look at you anymore?"
"You close your eyes and hold me anyways."
A Story About Us This is a story aboutA Story About Us6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the possibility of
a snowfall in L.A.
of raindrops kissing
how my hands
never forgot how to
This is a story about
it being December, but
still sunny and 63 degrees.
of eyelash on eyelash
how we said
that we couldn't live without
Ten yearsIn ten years timeTen years6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my life will be written
on my face,
the blood of my longings
will be as rust.
In the years to come
I'll gather up
all the scars you gave me,
They'll shine like stars
amidst the dust
DisillusionToday in the park, they are cleaning the wishing fountain,Disillusion6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heaving lifeblood in 5-gallon buckets onto the sidewalk,
leaving it to bleed haplessly as a blown vein. Watching wishes
spiral away down the street drain, I pause to wonder
what Ill have left when the concrete dries.
And, I suppose that they say its healthy,
to find your constants moved, to see the circuits
behind the curtain, to spot the silk roses in the magicians sleeve,
to learn that even angels bleed, but for now, standing in the puddles,
all I want is a refundnot for the allowances, the spare change,
the subway tokens I threw in there with a prayer, but for my trust
in its paper-sham security, for all the time I poured in, never to get it back.
Haiku 2Fear crawls down your spineHaiku 26 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dead men's bones call out your name
Hell has come for you
I'm not crazyPeople sayI'm not crazy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am crazy
When they hear me
With myself in
But they are silly!
I hold conversations
hide and don't seek.i remember how we'd go to the park.hide and don't seek.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the swings were rusty, remember? you were always the one pushing me in the autumn air, and i was always the one giddy with laughter. when we got tired, and our breaths came in shallow gasps, we'd go play games of hide and seek.
[your favorite hiding place was behind lies.]
sometimes i found you, crouched low to the ground smiling up at me. i was always scared that you wouldn't come out when i called 'i give up now.'
but you always gave yourself away to me, sometimes unwillingly.
[your deceptions were see-through, once i looked past the velvet curtains in your eyes]
i remember what missing you felt like.
it was like the music in my heart stopped playing. it was like i was pulling my hair out and biting my nails until they were bleeding and i was screaming, 'please come back, please come back.'
and when you did, i wished you hadn't.
this is how you managed to kill me, tearing pieces away from exactly the right places,
ripping, cutting, sla
deathdeath11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
PerfumeHe could still feelPerfume7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scent of her perfume:
on his shirt, on his neck,
on his wrists.
The rhythm of the dance
still floated in his veins,
accompanied by the sweet
opium of the wine.
Dark were her eyes
in the shady room.
They danced alone
amongst the crowd.
The touch of her cold fingers
still made him shiver
in the sleepy morning,
while watching the sun rise.
And the scent of that perfume,
which took him away to the land
he created long ago
and locked out of fear,
still floated in the air,
tense and tender,
kind and smiling
to his lonely soul.
theShe slowly curved our insides to a mass of empty breaths, and when finally we would exhale and exhale, fight and desperately seek meaning in our wispy, airy contractions, nothing would come of them. A different way of saying: she had a death in me. Her hair, of red pine and willow leaves in autumn would sit lightly on her pale skin and oh, small shivers would stand still against my spine the6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Her knees were colourless; lines threw their bones into an awkward shape of round, what would normally fit wholly unusual, between her slender branches of legs and arms. Eyes, what could anything be said of them save for their lack of meaning? But yet, which could only entrance and bewilder. It was an illness that would only impale us, those, you and I - who could see the wonderment in such ordinary flesh. I cant quite think of the times Ive
dreamed you whole.
This is For YouThis is for the boy with the cracks on his hands and a splintering face,This is For You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lovely girl feeling not-so-lovely anymore-
the boy with his hands locked high over his head,
unlock them. Unlock doubt and inhibitions-
For the girl who said THIS IS MY FIRST SCAR.
like she wanted more to come-
For the man who knew that if there ever was a time to seize the day,
that time was here and now and never. That time was her
snow-white blouse against her snow-white skin and her fingers
trickling down his spine-
I see the world through your hands, your fingertips, your pores.
I saw you dancing on the spouting gravel,
entwined in roots and feet and H2O.
You were a defiant stare and an intervention,
you had a silken voice: purling, purging,
stealing lines from famous songs. On tip-toes
and backbone, you stretched and reached and
cried like you had no remorse
-or too much of it.