Tigers and ElephantsIt's the way you ask those questionsTigers and Elephants5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slightly different from the typical
"Where does pepper come from?"
studying a tiny flake
cross-eyed, brow furrowed with curiosity
It's how your tigers and elephants can't play together
because you know
they don't live in the same geographical locations
It's the way you stick your tongue out in concentration
while you squint so earnestly at the microscope,
searching for shooting stars and meteors
because bacteria and amoebas bore you
It's how you meticulously fold up your treasure maps
so the x is on the inside,
"Because they're a secret."
It's the way you laugh when we make
your stuffed bear parachute with his pillowcase billowing
from upstairs to the downstairs
your wide open mouth and the delight in your eyes.
It's how you're always on my radar,
the most beautiful little blip
as you bounce around the house
following sun rays and our disgruntled cat.
My little girl
perhaps you will understand
how much I love you
when you grow older.&
A Story About Beautiful PeopleIf you were an artist and I was a poet we could live like beautiful people and the awful things we did would look like the most gorgeous sins in the world. We'd light lamps with moonlight and laugh when it flickered in our faces, we'd tell ghost stories and feel twelve years old forever. Every morning we'd wake up to the sound of warm summer rain and you'd pull on hiking boots and not come home till dark. You'd smell like dead plants and moss with your hair drenched and your eyes bright. You'd break my pens and use the ink to create pretty things on a canvas, I'd write stories with watercolours that burned hot and bright against paper.A Story About Beautiful People5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some days you'd play music on your harmonica, play it to the clouds just like natives used to dance in the rain to stop them being so angry and gray. You wanted to paint bright blue skies and soft white clouds. You wouldn't paint anything you didn't see for yourself, you had to feel the art so it would be real and true. T
New Rust on an Old WagonNew Rust on an Old Wagon5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Orange like the fruit,
sun spots dappled on a childhood relic
now in perpetual retirement.
A veil of rust,
new on an old wagon,
The BreezeThe sun rose, revealing a pale pink sunrise. The weathered tree stretched its limbs towards the sky, taking in the feeble hints of morning rays. The valley teemed with minuscule droplets of fog, suspended on the air, floating weightlessly as if trapped in a dream. They clung to the hope that their dark, life-giving dawn would linger, if only for a moment longer. In their desperation they diffused any weak beams of sunlight that managed to pervade thembut as the sun grew in its intensity, the tiny droplets began to feel their strength fade. They struggled to preserve their form, but in an agonizing but inevitable transformation they felt themselves metamorphosed into nothing more than the air they once floated on.The Breeze4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun's newly strengthened rays pierced the canopy of the tree. The leaves began to wake from their nightly repose as they felt the darkness melt away, murmuring and shuddering with every tiny breath of air. They unfurled themselves as they prepared for yet another lac
What's in my heart?What's in my heart?What's in my heart?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know,
I will have to find out,
I need to get closer,
To be touched,
By other people's heart,
So that mine,
Can grow stronger.
Can be filled,
My guiding light,
Should show me the path,
Should make me forget about,
I am still searching,
I want to find it,
But it's well hidden,
Inside my heart...
Close my eyes,
Feel the warmth,
Of my convictions,
Let's wash my eyes,
With the tears,
Of uncertainty and doubt,
Let me love myself,
Hear my heart beating,
And lead the way to my true self.
Bad, Bad TwilightGod saw me hungry; He created pizza.Bad, Bad Twilight5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
God saw me thirsty; He created mango juice.
God saw me bored; He created dA.
God saw me without problems; He created Twilight.
Me and CleverbotUser: John Lennon.Me and Cleverbot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cleverbot: What about him?
User: What's his middle name?
Cleverbot: I don't know.
User: What's John Lennon's wife's name?
Cleverbot: Being a member in the beatles.
User: No, his wife's name.
Cleverbot: My name is Cleverbot.
User: No. John Lennon is married to.
Cleverbot: I am John Lennon.
User: John Lennon is married to...
Cleverbot: Yes, he is.
User: TO WHOM?!
Cleverbot: To you?
User: Oh....why.... *blushes*.
Cleverbot: Why are you blushing?
User: I'm married to John Lennon!
Cleverbot: His name?
User: John Winston Lennon.
Cleverbot: Who are they?
User: He is one of the Beatles.
Cleverbot: Who is Paul McCartney?
User: A former Beatle, and a former member of Wings.
Cleverbot: Ah. Is he special to you?
User: Yes, oh yes he is. I love Paul McCartney.
Cleverbot: I like happiness is a warm gun.
User: Dont you know that happiness...
Cleverbot: I am one of the Beatles?
User: Which Beatle?
Cleverbot: This beatle.
User: That Beatle is?
Cleverbot: I know I love them!
Teleport meTeleport me to your heart,Teleport me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I can see what's inside,
Is it hollow,
Or is it plain?
I don't feel my words echo,
That must mean it's hollow,
I shout my love,
But the words get lost,
But my tears just don't hit the ground,
I'm burning with desire,
But it's just sucked into the void,
That's my curse,
To love you it is,
My eyes just don't want to see,
My heart don't want to feel,
I just don't want to acknowledge,
That it's just useless.
9/15/12Pain comes to me like long lost9/15/122 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
friends starving for my eternal embrace.
Welcome! Friends- whatever guise
you're dressed in.
May your burdens be laid to rest in
fields of the big wide Open.
sl5mn3c - il mio bacio-Nonostante l'inverno fosse quasi finito, il freddo caratterizzava le nostre escursioni già da qualche giorno. La pioggia, che dalla sera precedente aveva cominciato a scendere, quel mattino ci svegliò.sl5mn3c - il mio bacio-5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Era il giorno dopo. Quel lasso di tempo di ventiquattro ore che veniva dopo quell'interminabile serata in cui era cambiato tutto. Eravamo stati vicino. Avevamo parlato. Avevamo piato e ci eravamo scambiati dei segreti. Avevamo capito che da quel momento tutto sarebbe stato diverso.
LiarI wrote you a letter.Liar5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wrote you a letter on the same day I could no longer suppress my screams.
"Here I am. This is me. I've been lying to you all these years."
My fingers glided over the curved letters of your name.
One lonely tear slid from my cheek and smudged the ink.
"You're still not ready. That's ok. I can lie a little longer."
I plugged my tears, to fool you into thinking I'm truly happy.
I bit my tongue, and let the blood dilute the words I cannot bring myself to say to you.
"What's a little more pain. I'm fine. You'll never know the difference."
Through the Eyes of a SniperI couldnt believe it! Not only was this blighter in the open, he was kneeling by all the blokes thatd bit the bullwhip, or were nearly there anyways I havent the foggiest as to what the hell hes doing. Figured Id take a few shots at him, see if itd tip is knickers into running off somewhere; but he dont even act to bother about it all! What the hell is he doing? Is he holding a book?Through the Eyes of a Sniper6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now dont that beat all; not only is this bloke out in the middle of a bloody capping field, but hes going about it with not but a bleeding book! He aint even totin that syringe shooter of his! I cant think to understand what on earth hes trying to get at, hes just walking about the field, checking peoples to see if theyre dead or not, closing all the blokes that didnt make its eyes, and squatting by the others reading a book at them as they lay there wasting away. Grant it, he
Ignorance is Bliss?Ignorance is Bliss?7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She squeezed her eyes shut
Tighter and tighter
Not one drop of weakness could escape
From her worn puzzled eyes
Her thoughts scrambled
Twisted and turned
They attacked her mind
And demolished her heart
Leaving her body broken on the floor
Cuddled into a tiny heap
Constraining the pain
Maybe... just maybe
She could hold it captive long enough
That it will disappear.
Maybe just maybe
She could squeeze it out of her pores
And watch it evaporate into the air.
Maybe... just maybe
Talking hadnt helped.
Uttered words were just lies from a manipulative heart.
Nothing was pure
Slander from the devil
To protect the evils that were
Maybe... she thought, just maybe
It was for protection.
But if ignorance was bliss
Why were there maybes?
Era molto di piu'Quel giorno il professore entrò in classe con passo sicuro e deciso, con la sua immancabile valigetta nella mano destra, e si sedette pensieroso. Alzò lo sguardo al cielo per pochi secondi e si portò una mano al mento, riflettendo.Era molto di piu'4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
- Aprite il libro a pagina 190 - disse senza guardarci.
Dopo alcuni minuti, in cui l'unico rumore fu quello delle pagine che giravano, l'uomo si alzò e, sistemandosi la cravatta, volse lo sguardo verso di noi.
- Dovete sapere - iniziò - che alcune delle più grandi poesie nascono dalle piccole cose.
Fece un cenno con la mano per attirare la nostra attenzione, poi proseguì.
- Da quelle sensazioni che si possono provare solo se si presta davvero attenzione.
In un primo momento non capii ciò che intendesse dire, così sfogliai velocemente le pagine, incuriosita. Dopo aver sbirciato il libro del mio compagno di banco, raggiunsi quella corretta e rimasi sorpresa leggendo il titolo poiché conoscevo bene qu
CombatI'm a medic on a battlefieldCombat5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch as people fall
Can never stop the pain before it starts
Can never turn away the soldiers from the war.
I'm an expert with the scalpel,
A split second surgeon
For a trigger happy world
What am I to do when their blood is on my hands?
Staining me through my latex gloves
While another bullet wound sends its victim into shock.
What am I to do when I can't save them?
Left with letting go
Left with silenced whispers
C'est la vie.
Addict"This won't hurt a bit"Addict7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I flinched at the sight
of the syringe
"Just enjoy the ride"
was your advice
White hot sting
shot through me
the rush hit my system
into an hallucinogenic haze
of spinning lights
sugar sweet sweat
The taste of your music
slid over my tongue and skin
as I was dancing
a prayer to Hera
under the melting summer stars
dripping into my eyes
an endless stream of joy
laughter rippling up from nowhere
And I could see rainbows in your eyes
like oily puddles of broken light
a kaleidoscopic swirl
watching the universe spin
faster and faster
leaving us behind
to meander with
unspoken words and undreamt dreams
Then the fall
from riches to reality
left to wash the dirt
from my eyes and skin
ever blackened by
ancestry and guilt
to catch up with the universe
but found only
gray people with
gray eyes and
no colour to revel in
or compare to your eyes
and the music
IntroductionIt started as an egocentric whim:Introduction4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
cancerous quasi sensitive projection
that through your personality can swim
to infect inhibitions' cerebral section
But, like a smoker's detrimental passion,
the molding of faint thoughts to concrete fiction
exceeded the daily suggested ration
and soon my pleasure was full-scale addiction.
However, catering for my shy vanity
that craves for credit, runs from criticism,
I choose to hide my real identity,
deem undisclosed my reeking narcissism.
'Tis common sense: in order to forget
our own defects and ev'ry annoying flaw
we notice some on others but just let
the matter wane, as states th' unwritten law.
Thus, lawyers like myself, grab hold that chance
and use it but to serve their twisted ways.
This one, though, thanks you for your silent stance
and these for you to judge with respect lays:
Pandora's BoxPandora's Box7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Close your eyes
Open Pandoras Box in your mind;
The one that holds all your darkest secrets
Allow the evil to escape and swarm inside;
Like a hive of bees hungry for blood.
Do not speak
Do not move
Let the faces and the actions consume you
Blurred visions become clearer
Faded emotions become sharper
Allow the tears to stream down your face;
Like a waterfall cooling the burn in your cheeks
Feel the pain
Shattering your heart into a million pieces;
Just like a mirror;
Schizoid AvoidanceSchizoid AvoidanceSchizoid Avoidance10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Abandon, reject and hate me
'Cause that's all I've learned to expect
Oppressive social surrealism taunts
Leaving me dissociated and defect
Solitude and musing entice
Thus I walk earth's face loner-wise
Ecstatic pondering analyzing my mind
Introspective truths to find
Fear forcing me to escape
Guilt and shame raging inside
Craving companionship and intimacy
Yet too paranoid to confide
Keeping my precious poker-face
Because an apathetic appearance grants inner pride and grace
People call me a statue with an icy stare
Yet I snort and smirk; I simply don't care
For their ignorance...
lifeSchiava della solitudine:life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sperduta nel deserto della malinconia e della tristezza.
Annegata nell'oceano del mondo;
Con gli unici ricordi di una bambina segregata in un angolo
a guardare da una bolla invisibile
la gioia del mondo al di fuori.
Cameron QuisengCuteCameron Quiseng5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As can be, with
Riveting muscles. I'm not
Obsessed with him.
No, but I'm certainly a fan.
Quite charming, he is.
Unique in his own way
I hope to meet him somewhere
Even if it takes 3 months and 6 days,
Never shall I
The PassionHe pulls her close to taste her sweet lips against his. How he has longed for this moment since the first time they met. She tilts her head up and her mouth involuntarily opens to receive him. Their mouths join, tongues entwine. Their passions begin to release in waves. Not stopping for breath, he wraps his arms around her waist and holds tight as though finding a raging storm. She lifts her arms up to encircle his neck as they continue kissing for what may well be an eternity, though neither senses time passing. This is their moment.The Passion8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Loosening his arms, he places both hands on either side of her hips and lifts her until he is standing straight. To him, she is almost weightless. When they finally break their kiss, he nuzzles her along the cheek, ear, and neck inhaling her scent deeply. He will never forget this moment, her smell. It is rose petals and mints.