Five's a CrowdA Saskatoon year is not symmetrical:Five's a Crowd5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has five seasons
stumbling into one another
toasting timeless acquaintance
is grey and tan
a folded old woman
a stalk of straw in her gravel teeth.
Limping, smiling and wet
from between Winters supermodel thighs
she stains white legs
damp cigarette butts and chokecherries
knotted in her grove of hair.
Yet we smile
we only feel
her forehead warmth
her wrinkle-dust like talc
she unbends her back
to reach behind us
and breaks the hour-hand
suggests she stay.
Her cracked lips like sidewalks
crusted folds of her face
cold fingers up our backs
are nothing like Spring
Question...?What do you want?Question...?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who do you see?
How do you plead?
Why do you cry?
When is it time?
Where is the line?
The Room - Part I: AwakeningI wake again from my dream,The Room - Part I: Awakening6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams of unknown content,
Dreams of uneasy awakening.
Five days this has gone on for now.
Five days of maniacal...restless sleep.
I rouse on the fifth day and examine my surroundings,
The air feels heavy,
Fraught with an inexplicable presence,
Claustrophobia engulfs me,
I need to clear my head.
Proceeding to the front door I am halted.
Halted by fear and utter disbelief at what lies before me...
I am trapped from within.
The door stands stoically,
Wrapped in chains, bolts and locks,
A damning embrace of pain and masochistic elegance.
The message is conveyed:
"Don't go out...Walter"
Before I can take stock of my predicament,
A cry eminates from the bathroom,
The eerie, yet familiar sound of...yes...
Curisoity piqued and adrenaline fuming,
Guiding my unwilling legs towards the bathroom.
With great trepidation, the door opens and the crying
What I expect to discover does not appear...
God himself does not even know what I am expecting.
Miss ButterflyThrough the darkest of hours,Miss Butterfly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have always been there.
Deep in the blackened wells of feeling,
You've always been constant.
Forever friend...never foe,
There are few others I hold so dear.
Over time I have hurt you,
Over time I have broken you,
Yet you keep going.
The words don't exist to describe
The insurmountable difficulties you have faced.
Yet you still maintain.
Regardless of the result,
Whether you have won,
Or whether you have lost,
I've never known you give up.
A true testament to this beautiful feline,
Her spirit will always shine.
Embeded on the souls of all those she touches,
Never one more unique.
She is love,
She is friend,
She is sugar,
Always fly high...
Miss Pretty Butterfly.
Act IIThis second act is one of daily bewilderment,Act II7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A restriction to the ebb and flow of yours truly.
While one dreams of Valo-esque grace and beauty,
He is left with that which he must evolve.
"Half a man" would be too harsh,
More apt would be: "in the making".
He is yet to know his final form
And strives for that one complete.
Where this one is moving towards,
Is a conundrum all in itself.
The puzzles and pieces seem to be there,
But can he always see the wood for the trees?
So this second act has truly begun,
Wrought with adventure, trouble and strife.
What is in store for act number three...?
Curtain call...come in Mr V-Treble I.
NeighborOppression lives next doorNeighbor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silence a fence, like cubicle walls
The garden full of
and tongues of John in the Pulpit
Smiles like the sun behind the clouds.
The fool behind the friend
Soul clash, faith fast
furious and caught
Need the green
The Darkness cast upon my light
Sticks like tar
So my neighbor can sleep soundly
Never stopping to consider
my color, sex, my birthplace...
BlinkBlink8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew I wanted to be a writer because I left
a library book, my pink Garbage CD,
and a half-written poem
on the linden purple line train
and all I lost sleep over
was the fact that I couldn't write the poem down
somewhere else besides on the folded piece of paper
dropped between the plastic seats
nevermind the increasing library fees.
I know you're a lover because you can leave
in the morning while I'm half-asleep
and get all the way out of my backyard
before some unknown force pulls you back
to the side of my bed, just to hear me breathe
waking up to see you kneeling over me
I knew you belonged there because
I stared into your irises and saw mine
I haven't been able to find you lately
(I never had to look before)
I want to take you by your freckled cheekbones
and tell you a secret:
"it's hard to adjust to life without you."
I crave your membranes and what they did to me
getting caught between your almond lids
and a pupil
I haven't seen my eyes in a week.
I wonder if you miss my irise
Final de piesa in doi Mana mea o cerea inapoi pe a ta, dinainte sa ne fi nascut. Asa a fost sa fie, nu am vrut noi. Nici macar parintii nostri.Final de piesa in doi5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Ne-am nascut bolnavi de dor.
N-am sa ma joc de-a toamna in ochii tai caprui. Nu, nu mai vreau sa rad de frunze si de nori si ploaie. Vreau doar un ceai si-o camera maro si prafuita; si vreau sa pleci. Vreau sa grabesti momentul. Sa pleci...ca si cum ai merge pan' la chiosc. Indiferenta si amuzata.
Mai stii cand ti-am promis ca n-o sa iti fac cadou vreo luna de pe cer? Ai ras...stiai ca nu prin imposibil ne iubim, ci prin probabil si posibil. Oricum toate lunile erau daruite deja, de alt eu, altei tie...
Hai...nu ma imbia cu seara umeda si rece... stii cat imi place sa ma plimb de unul singur pe aleile mele.
Ale noastre erau doar vara si iarna. Deci nu te voi conduce.
darlington, breathlesseverything here is red brick and i half expect to notice youdarlington, breathless2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
standing on the platform as i turn my head and try not to think
about it being over a decade since i saw you last. this time, again,
i'm just passing through and the man next to me talks on the phone,
"it would've been easier just to keep the dog, wouldn't it?
i'll talk to you later. i'll talk to you when i get home"
but here i am. i'm kind of leaving and it's unusual to have so many
things to go back for. i feel them pulling much more strongly than
when you knew me. it's a comfort to have these anchors now.
would you even recognise me after all these years? i sleep at night now,
most of the time. no more skin dripping from vodka-soaked bones and no
more desperately cutting all ties with myself, with everything.
maybe you'd look up and our eyes would meet at the station or on some
busy street and we'd both know it made more sense to just keep walking.
i've written so many letters to you, to myself, to us-at-nineteen-an
tokenThe rain was grace.token5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demure breezes carried the laughter into the trees
rustling what's green there and
absorbing heavily through the grass
with water in my shoes and shuffling gravel under yours
slopes turned steep
to steps and mud and sand
filling thick minutes
drops gentle from shoulder and knees
we sat closer
we sat closer
And when the river warmly invited our fresh legs
we swam from stone to stone
and danced on water.
to someone you eat pizza withlike when someone you haven't seen in months doesn't notice how much weight you've lost and emptiness tastes so much better than food for a few days afterto someone you eat pizza with3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
when shoulders that can hold up the world seem somehow less than delicate wrists with a child's watch, hanging loose on bones that still bear the never-quite-healed cracks of too many fractures
and the memory of jeans that slid over narrow hips and the gap between waistband and concave stomach
when you laugh about how sweet you take your coffee cause you used to count it as food, the only calories you will allow yourself today, 16 in each spoonful of sugar, and the habit never totally left, even after you started eating solid things again
standing in front of the mirror, breathing in, trying not to long for xylophone ribs and telling yourself over and over that you shouldn't miss the spikes and troughs of skin stretched over skeleton
repeating this mantra of it is better to be healthy and trying to resist the urge to stealthil
today in case you didn't knowtodaytoday in case you didn't know4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i woke up to the news about you
then i had two cups of coffee
the first was filter
and the second was instant
i stared blankly at a screen
which was anything but blank
i tried to form words and sentences
they melted and dripped over my hands
i was so aware of my heart beating
something i don't usually notice
i closed my eyes and
tried to find comfort in sound
i tried to will breath to you
across these empty miles
like we should have that connection
at least once, before you go
i fell silent, and cried
i tried so hard to think of
mundane things like coffee
to distract me from the knowledge that
you are dying
and my heart fractures in time
with it's own steady beat
and i love you
(in case you didn't know)
Conflict of InterestsThe whole universe seemed to shift, twist and bend, even constant forces like gravity and atmospheric pressure rippling in fluctuation. With a violent 'pop', and a static-like tingle across her flesh, Emephira finished manifesting, popping her ears and feeling the sensation of dry, freezing air stinging her bare skin. Despite the inhospitable climate, before doing anything else she looked herself over anxiously; no matter how she knew the manifestation process was harmless, she had not yet quite grown fully comfortable with it, and the irrational fear that she might end up with her parts in the wrong places or something was foremost in mind.Conflict of Interests2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her smooth, healthy pink skin was suitably flawless and unharmed, nothing out of place from her dainty toes to the tips of her slender fingers, aside from the profusion of cold-induced goosebumps. The immaculate white of her beautiful, feathered wings was similarly untouched. Letting out a private
ChildhoodHeaders and volleys,Childhood7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tens and eights,
Six and fours,
Giving mother a heart attack,
Turning off the electricity!
Mario, Metroid, MK 2,
Killing hours upon hours.
Pink and white ice cream,
Angelo's cheerful tune,
Feast and a Screwball,
With a spoggy to finish!
Red Venom, Ring Raiders,
And Turtle Power!
Power Rangers, VR Troopers
And Street Fighting combined!
The only worry...
Where to play footy,
"Mr, can we have our ball back please?"
Ice pops at 7p,
Kola Kubes by the gram,
Fruit Gums wedged together,
Then down in one!
Water fights will balloons and bombs,
Soaking sun drenched afternoons,
Then in for grub and Gladiators,
Cup of tea, bath, bed.
Cherish your childhood,
You only had the one.
Last HopeWithout her, I wouldn't be the man I am.Last Hope7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without her, I wouldn't see that happiness is possible.
Without her, I wouldn't escape my demons.
Without her, my dreams would have remained just dreams.
Without her, my potential is zero.
Without her, my days are passionless.
Without her, I will spiral into the void.
Without her, I will have no cause, rhyme or reason.
Without her, I will have no use for my smile.
Without her, my ambitions are aimless.
Without her, my goals are too far from reach.
Without her, my limits are all too apparent.
Without her, I hope without hope.
Without her, I hope to find her.
Without her, I lose my last hope.
AdvertisementHeart for sale,Advertisement7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One previous owner,
Tender care to be taken,
Has been shattered in the past.
Heart for sale,
Few major repairs,
Prone to sporadic obsession
Contains details of a life less ordinary.
the wrong waythe wrong way8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rocking of the carriage
empty seats speak volumes.
you're going the wrong way.
the twist of the pin
sharp in your heart,
delving deeper inside
the chime of twelve goes by
unnoticed. the window flames,
yet is ignored as the pin drops.
staring forward, thinking, alone.
you're going the wrong way.
Bossy sort of night -monster!vore-"Can I sleep with you tonight??"Bossy sort of night -monster!vore-1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The soft voice roused the monster from his sleep, blinking his yellow eyes open to focus on larger form beside him. "Hm??"
"P-Please??" Livia looked down at him pleadingly, hugging his small plush form closer to her chest as she huddled beneath her covers.
The wind was howling outside, faint but ominous whispers whistling upon it as the window and walls creaked and rattled in response.
There had been talk of a bad storm blowing into the area over the news and the chill of coming snow had settled into his bones the other day. No doubt that school would be canceled for a few days due to the coming snow storm....
But as sure as he was that Livia would be thrilled about not having to get up to go to school, he also knew by her death grip upon his body that she wasn't quite in the mood to appreciate that news. This was the sort of weather that nightmares loved to play in... and judging by the whispers in the wind he knew they were out in full force.
Lolyou told me to sitLol5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and i did
you smiled back
i asked for the time
and you replied: 12:42
i asked if everything will be okay
"Yeah, it will. Promise."
it took a reassuring smile to consider your statement.
the fat kid next door shoved a doughnut in his mouth.
his mother due in for another termination.
you watched me watching him
"Wait here, i'll be back."
You kissed my forehead, rising as you finally stood...
as i replied:"Sure."
i waited. seconds passed. i waited.
minutes lingered. i waited.
you came back and handed me a wheat bar and bottled water.
i smiled in a thank you
even though we both knew it would go to waste.
the nurse came out
alongside the fake smile, a 'happy welcome' attitude
i looked at you
you glanced back
you knew i'd ask
and you answered for me
"i'll be waiting. Always-our forever. Remember."
i stood, walked; slowly and entered.
i left. with that thing in me.
my thing. his thing. our 'thing'.
headlight lamps shrieked no.
"The BEST Cho
car washcharcoal lights burn onto papercar wash5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rain pelts running streams
voices cunning as ice blow laughter
through the tissue walls
my grassy obsession
echo's out of pie holed speakers
ever playing the gratifying music
the large brushes strike along my cavern
swirling frantically in pursuit
twitches from embedded bolts
flutter in place
mending nothing but my forgetting
or trying so.
the music drums out
over and over
to low whispers
that creases the air
bubbled rain consults the window shield
but i don't take notice
as the dripping begins
the moments sunk in already
nothing here but the shallows of the sky
drifting and flying
shriveling brushes to my side
push beyond the music into a rustling mix
seconds engulf passing hours
the click outside ending my trance
breaking loose issues
i can't seem to pass
burning embers of copper
lights the canvas paper
the voices on queue to haunt me
as my grassy obsession
leaving me here restl
becausethe window is openbecause5 years ago in Other More Like This
and the stars stick like glue on the blackboard
the rain will hit me
and i might fall.
Drew will stop out my window
sit down in front of me
and sing me the song
his low murmuring voice
knits through my unforgiving patience
he will lean forward on the last note
and whisper the lyric,
blowing the word through his warm breath
on to my shuttered eyes;
as he has done every night
for the last two years.
the door is closed
the window pulls back the raving curtains
the rain will fall
and leave me crying on the floor
Drew will stand
and my eyes are stapled shut
his firm arms lock around me
and he will walk away.
my back is facing the walls
and my hair has fallen in my eyes.
the curtains close.
my window is locked
the stars disappear with
my heart pierced to the floor
as the rain gets ready to kill me again.
Without HerWithout you, i am nothing.Without Her5 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm a simple guy.
Just a worthless one.
tomorrow never comes.
The sun never sets.
The sun doesnt rise.
love doesnt exist.
Emotions are dead.
Feelings are numb.
My heart would die.
I'd run to nowhere.
My mind would suffocate.
My thoughts would escape.
My heart would burn,
if i were without you.