SickJason walked along the cracked streets, dead leaves crunching beneath the soles of his boots. Other than that, there was barely a sound to be heard on O' Reilly Boulevard. He wasn't wearing much in the way of warm clothes, and so the wind went right through him, chilling his very core. The depressing mood of the boulevard made him paranoid; the buildings - stout, brick things - loomed over him with ivy faces, the dark purple sky threated to empty its bowls atop his dark head.Sick in Short Stories More Like This
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
His own footsteps were all he needed to hear to know that he was still alive, still
"I'm so sick, Jason..."
The tiny, cracked voice had come from the alley to his right. It sounded familiar, that voice...
Panic - Inside the First AttackFear is a natural part of anyone's life; I mean, everyone has at least one phobia. I have several myself. Stress, as well, is a pretty common occurrence. I just never thought my stress would become anything more than a conversation topic.Panic - Inside the First Attack in Emotional More Like This
It began in my Excel class, when my head phones stopped working.
Music is a daily escape for me, and in that quiet room, I needed noise that no-one else could hear. However, that day I was deprived of my music. Now, you'd think I would have been able to deal with that for one day, but I don't know what came over me.
I was, in a word, terrified.
Of what, I don't know, but the small fact that I wasn't able to listen to my music for one day made my hands shake violently. I glanced all over the room, expecting something or someone to jump out at me, even though I knew that was ridiculous. A
The Almost-Battle of Heart and BloodMy heart was to my left andThe Almost-Battle of Heart and Blood in Free Verse More Like This
my blood was to my right.
my hands were on their chests and
I was breaking up the fight.
I told my heart,
"You touch my blood and you'll
cease to exist in my mind."
I said to my blood,
"You fight my heart and I'll
leave all our memories behind."
My heart and my blood each
glared at the other and I
said to them both,
"I swear on the life of my mother,
if one of you lays even one finger on the other I'll
drop you both from my life."
Thus, the two backed away,
my heart to my left and
my blood to my right;
and that is how my soul
prevented the fight.
Let's Be FriendsLet'sLet's Be Friends in Free Verse More Like This
friends and I will tell you what I think about the world
you can tell me everything that's wrong
like to say I know you but you know I don't at all.
Maybe I should fix that maybe
down into a dog pile of laughter and relief; let's
dance around in circles till we're dumb.
hands and call it friendship (though I hope it can be more),
even though I don't really know you well
The GangThere were five of us, and we all had some pretty strange monikers.The Gang in Short Stories More Like This
There was BLT.
There was Odd Bronwyn.
There was Red Twin, and there was Blue Twin.
And then there was me, Eddo the Weird.
Those weren't our real names, of course.
That's just what the kids on the playground called us.
BLT preferred his nick-name over Bryce Leslie Thomas.
Odd Bronwyn wished everyone would just call her Bronwyn Thomas, or at least Wyn.
Red Twin and Blue Twin were better known (in our group) as Charlie and Layla Grant.
And I was Eddaline Andersen, but I was something of a tom-boy, so I let people call me Eddo, as long as they excised "the Weird."
We were Psychics.
BLT was tall, lanky, and thin as a stick. The red-headed boy could put down more food than most pigs. He was a Pyro and a weak Mind-Reader. But man, could that boy put up a good fist-fight. He was sixteen.
Bronwyn was a teenager in toddler's clothes. She was probably the single creepiest of
TDDUP Chapter 6The clouds were still there. In fact, they'd never left; if anything, they'd gotten darker. The students of East Columbus were beginning to wonder, and the weather man continued to make excuses. For Jasper, this meant more work. Every day, another of his Minor Reapers dropped dead on the job, and he was left to clean up the mess. Two weeks ago, Ella had announced to the Council that all of her Minors were dead. For Ella, losing a Minor Reaper was like losing a child. There was another meeting today, and Jasper would be bringing Amity with him.TDDUP Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The girl was still grieving over her sister, even though it had been almost two months. She didn't speak to anyone. She barely ate. She never laughed anymore. She never even went running. She spent most of her time in Mr. Hugh Cavanaugh's classroom during lunch, crying while the English teacher comforted her.
A World of Blood and Bones Chapter 4A World of Blood and Bones Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pretty Soon came faster than Lynce expected, the fighters having eradicated every Zombie on the campus of Thomas Lum by the end of the first week. Clara was conscious nearly all the time now, and her stump was healing quicker than expected, even though it didn't have the professional care of an experienced doctor. She and Monroe were becoming close. Rudy was desolate and inconsolable, and sat pouting over the loss of his hand; he snapped and spat at anyone who came too close to him. Franklin and the spiky-haired freshman with the laptop worked in the computer labs to see what websites were still running, and to try to find help. Miraculously, You Tube and Facebook still worked, although there were very few people online. Mary-Lee had everything running nicely, stopping fights and solving problems. Kim and Emeline made fast friends, and Emeline adored styling Kim's long black hair. Occasionally, Lync
StitchfaceStitchface never learned his real name after he died. It must have been a horribly traumatic death, he thought, for him to have been revived and not remembered who he was nor what had happened. All he knew was that his mouth had been stitched shut by a man named Dr. Jones and that his pale thin fingers had been trained to kill a man with a mere twitch. He did not know how Dr. Jones had managed to bring him back; he only knew that he had been dead, and that was all that mattered.Stitchface in Short Stories More Like This
With the exception of the killing.
His training had started out as a few stiff, robotic punches at dummies, and then gradually progressed to swift, cat-like movements and quick attacks. It had ended when he killed his trainer.
He had stood, staring, over her lifeless body and somehow he felt that this--that murder--was right, that he was destined to kill. Stitchface hadn't known how right he was--that is
Bottle Fed p1Bottle Fed p1 in Short Stories More Like This
THE GUY WAS TRYING HIS HARDEST TO GET INTO HER PANTS.
The problem is, I'm not going to let him. See, I'm one of the few girls left in this world that actually has morals. And this guy is stepping all over them. But I'm not going to make a scene of pushing him off of me. No, I'm going to play along (however weird and perverted my date might be), because I have something up my proverbial sleeve. I move my head so that mylips rest on his neck. Oh, God. I'm not going to like this. It's going to make me sick to my stomach, but I'm going to do it.
I bite into his neck and begin to drink.
I don't drink much, just enough to make him freak out and push me off of him. I watch him stumble into the night, try to hold my self together for as long as I can. Oh, crap. Is anyone watching me? I run fast and hard down the beac
Arnold's StormLyndon Hart is sitting in a cornfield.Arnold's Storm in Short Stories More Like This
Or rather, I am sitting in a cornfield, bug-sprayed within an inch of my life and about to walk away if Arnold, who sits, Indian style, across from me, tells me to "breathe in" that "country air" one more time. I'm down here in good old North Carolina with my dad for the summer. Arnold is Daddy Dearest's neighbors' son. This is their cornfield. Say hello, Cornfield.
"You're annoyed," Arnold points out to me.
"And you're a master detective, Sherlock," I inform him with disinterest. He laughs. This is really starting to aggravate me.
"It's gonna rain tomorrow," he announces after a while, his blue eyes staring widely at the sky.
"I'm not sure the weather man appreciates your contradiction of his forecast," I tell him.
"The weather man is rarely right."
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Why am I here, again?"
"I wanted to show you where I come to think," he tells me, eyes stil
El Mural.¡Amo el sabor del arte!, y gracias a ustedes gente este día su sabor fue aun mas inexplicable. Pues en la sonrisa de un gato se plasmo el misterio de Edgar Allan Poe y con un poco de atención viajamos muy dentro del corazón de un niño.El Mural. in Short Stories More Like This
Cinco para las tres.Terminal:Cinco para las tres. in Emotional More Like This
Entre las múltiples ventanas, el bullicio de los pasajeros que esperan su vuelo; y solo se detienen, cuando despegan en su sueño.
-¿Cuál es entonces mi problema?- anuncio a las ventanas- Equivoque mi vuelo-.
El rayo de sol toma por asalto mi rostro, saludando a las lagañas; entonces un gran y lerdo bostezo devora las últimas notas, que salen del gallo matutino. Así pues, me pongo los pies, veo café y bebo las noticias, listo para iniciarl otro día.
Mientras el destino garabatea sus misterio en el tiempo; introdusco las bolitas de papel en mi boca.
-Pensando en los que estan lejos- Respondo a los recuerdos.
Espejismo.Espejismo. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Cierro la llave y al levantar la vista, me devuelvo la mirada. Y contemplo mi fría sonrisa, antes de darme la espalda y verme desaparecer tras la puerta; mientras yo, el reflejo en vano me llamo.
.:Cuando fue un lienzo:.El encanto de las miradas, los lienzos más hermosos que aprendí a apreciar; obras pintadas con el alma, con el pensamiento....:Cuando fue un lienzo:. in Emotional More Like This
Solo necesitamos el pincel para pintar con nuestra alma: todos los matices, pintar con las lagrimas estrellas, quiero mezclar con mi pincel los problemas con humor y así dar color a la experiencia.
..........y fue libre..........y fue libre in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Con los grandes avances en las leyes que buscaban proteger la vida humana y en las condenas por atentar en contra de la misma; se generó un gran altruismo en dicha sociedad.
Sucedió que un alma cansada de esta utopía alcanzada, recurrió al suicidio como un último estímulo, una curva en su perfecta y lineal existencia; siendo detenido a tiempo en su intento por autoridades competentes y puesto a disposición de la justicia, que tras larga sesiones asediadas por la prensa, condenó a aquel ser al único castigo razonable por el crimen de la tentativa de suicidio:
la cadena perpetua, ¡el mayor castigo por atentar contra una vida!.
El desdichado pago su condena, los años pasaron y pasaron y pasaron, hasta el día de su liberación... con la expiración de su cuerpo por fin fue verdaderamente libre, como lo había querido tres vidas atrás.
.:Pareciera Absurdo:..:Pareciera Absurdo:. in Emotional More Like This
Pareciera absurdo, ahora extrañar a la tristeza y a su fiel amigo el llanto,
que riega para que una vez más florezca el dolor en mi pecho.
Pareciera absurdo que me alegre inmensamente por ello, que justo ahora cuando mi corazón ama y
justo ahora me encuentro disfrutando del fresco viento de la noche;
este aquí acostada queriendo sumergirme en una seudo-depresión.
Pareciera absurdo, que todo esto: sentimientos y emociones lúgubres,
se caigan de mi alma con solo levantarme solo espero que la caída no las mate,
por que aun que parezca absurdo no quisiera quedarme solamente con esta absurda felicidad,
resultado de haber aprendido de los "problemas".
Pareciera absurdo, pero bueno.
Existe un Camino...?Existe un Camino...? in Letters More Like This
Si, esta respuesta debe ser agumentada, asi que he intentado buscar los mas complejos argumentos. Y me pregunto : por que deberia opinar que no existe un camino para Colombia??, Colombia, mi pais, con una increible historia de la cual lamentablemente no hemos aprendido mucho, donde he vivido, por el que pienso luchar y donde mas que nada deseo que descansen mis restos...Por que no?? planearia un proyecto nacional, donde el simple amor por esta tierra y por su gente, recordando las palabras dichas por Henry Dunant :"toti frateli", es que: todos somos iguales. Viendo esto plantear : educacion para todos, que prometa una mejor calidad de vida y salud....Por que?? dicen que estan dificil llegar a un acuerdo, si todos los seres que vivimos en este territorio, en este mundo!! sentimos hambre, sentimos curiosidad ante en mundo en el que estamos, sentimos frio; por mas remoto que viva cualquier ser llamado humano sentira estas necesidades. Un proyecto nacional dirigido hacia el pueb
Pero...ama.Pero...ama. in Emotional More Like This
...Vive el presente, pero no olvides tu pasado...ama;
Sueña intensamente,pero no olvides cumplirlos cuando despiertes...ama;
Se firme, pero no tanto como para romperte...ama;
Camina las esteras infinitas con calma, pero no tardes demaciado...ama;
Habla con todos...pero también permite el silencio...ama!!!
Observa atentamente con tus ojos, pero entiende igualmente con el corazon...ama;
Respeta las ideas ajenas, pero defiende tus más puras locuras...ama;
Disfruta la inmencidad del cielo, pero no desconoscas las injusticias de la tierra...ama;
Permitete caer, pero obligate a levantarte...ama;
Viaja con el viento, pero nunca olvides donde son tus raices...ama;
Baila con la lluvia, pero jamas extingas tu fuego...ama;...
Aunque no todo este completo, recuerdar al belleza de lo que permanece oculto...ama.
Caminante....Paso a paso,Caminante. in Emotional More Like This
soy polvo en los muebles;
paso a paso,
emana el aire lamiendo pulmones...
paso a paso, estamos pie frente al camino,
el tiempo corta la piel, y sangramos dichosos de estar vivos,
paso a paso...
"Biaje""...y el gato dijo:-Si no tienes para donde ir, cualquier camino te sirve-...""Biaje" in Emotional More Like This
Los huesos del paradigma, son las piezas en el juego de la Historia lineal. Y a paso del peso memoria, vamos hacia un punto diferente al que nos soporta, con el conocimiento que nos sirve de bastón.
The Angel in YouArt my eyes deceiving me,The Angel in You in Free Verse More Like This
for I am a man of little religion,
yet I see an angel in you.
I see thine wings sprawl behind,
and your halo doth burning bright;
bright, bright, unto the night.
I find myself in prayer for your scent,
and for your beauty alike.
For when I am alone,
I wish only for you to be alone,
No number of stars may compare to thee,
for oft' I look up to them and see you.
O' they remind me of you,
and thy piercing stare,
that impales me through.
The Lord hath given me thee,
so I suppose I shall see,
he is there for me,
as are you for he.
Fly, o' fly young angel,
to the pearly gates of tomorrow,
for thou' hav'd bless'd me one to many times,
and for that I cannot repay;
so all I may do is say,
I promise to you,
I feel the same way.
A Better TomorrowO' Victorious day!A Better Tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
for we hath won this battle;
amany lost, though so much gained!
This for'ard push deeper in the dark,
hath led us to gold,
for t'morow we shall dine kings,
when days ago, we did so lost.
Mystery, adventur' and other things to come,
without the losses of dear Faust.
Ec'nomics no more, for currency be gone,
no longer exists the poor, just a brighter dawn.
Unlocked have we, these golden gates,
throu' years of strife, and years of hate.
Yea', but here we are,
When years ago predicted,
cursed to be gone.
I applaud to this day,
for we survived the dismay,
along with the murk.
So cheer, and rejoice!
for we have a tomorrow,
when short time ago,
the thought would have been sorrow.
Enter the new world,
with joy, and bliss.
For from now, till the end,
No more life shall we miss.
AdieuYou sob and cry as we speak on the phone,Adieu in Free Verse More Like This
but you know as long that I am here, you are never alone.
For as long as I am here, you shall have no fear,
because every time you fall, I will pick you up, my dear.
For you are the best thing that I have,
For now and for life,
You are the best that I have,
Through the good and the strife.
So to you I say, Goodnight, adieu,
for tomorrow is a new day, so without further ado,
I will say these three simple words:
I love you.
A Soldier's Final ThoughtsWARNING: COARSE LANGUAGE/VIOLENCE ARE A MAJOR FACTOR HERE.A Soldier's Final Thoughts in Short Stories More Like This
Our story is set during an unknown battle of the First World War. Poison gases were newly introduced to the Allied soldiers, and is described in the final thoughts of a dying British soldier.
My eyes opened slowly as the hissing of gunfire hovered over my head. My body felt as if it were a rock. No matter how many times I told myself to get up, I just couldn't. For some reason the message just couldn't be transmitted to any of my joints. I struggled and for some reason screamed, though I felt painless. I tilted my head to the left a little and saw the trench I had just climbed out of literally seconds ago; though it now felt like an eternity. To my surprise, it was empty. Where had all my allies gone? Had I been hit? Where was I hit? Was I dying?
As these questions filled my head, I heard sirens begin to blare. God, they sent a shiver down my spine. It's funny how you get used to the sound of gunfire, and artillery bombardments
KateOh, the beauties of love have flooded me,Kate in Free Verse More Like This
Just as the snow has flooded the ground,
The crisp coldness has left my heart, and joined the outdoors,
As the heat of the Summer infests my soul.
The songs of love flow through my every vein,
As I look at this mental picture of you,
I look, and smile, and away leaves the pain.
So now I will speak my feelings, without further ado.
From top to bottom, there is nothing but beauty,
Perfection in the form of humanity,
Such beauty comes in only a few,
Such beauty comes in a woman only like you.
You, the cause of this man's heart to grow,
And to realize the happiness in this life,
To show the sunrises even after the sunsets,
To pick me after so many years of strife.
No words can explain my on growing passion towards thee,
And my total devotion to you,
Here's to the years ahead of us,
Full of smiles, through and through.
The FallO' Mother, guide me,The Fall in Free Verse More Like This
for thou' art the golden map.
Cleanse me of mine own sin,
and purge me of my fate.
Bless'd thy rain,
to wash away my pain.
Seize me in thine grasp,
and lead me t'you.
For I hath done a monstrous deed,
against thine kingdom;
doth take my soul away.
Save me from death;
thus by killing me,
for I cannot bare to stay any longer.
There be no going back,
for the damages I have done to thee,
or in thine good name.
Oh what hath I done?
And what shall I do to fix it;
for I am lost in thy void.
Give some sign,
a light perhaps:
a glimmer to enlighten.
Lest thine winds take my soul,
and fly it to the Lord's grateful hands.
Let your sun melt me down,
and let my heart make amends.
For I must be pure,
b'for the darkness, she takes all.
Until the hour you forgive me,
I shall continue The Fall.
Life's StruggleAs told in time, life is a game worth playing, but not many people seem to win. At a very young age, everyone is taught that one day, they will parish; however, depending on religion, or other deciding factors, you are also taught that there may be life after death. Through belief, or just general hope, eternal life has been questioned by many for centuries, and will continue to be questioned for centuries to come. With this knowledge, there comes an unanswerable question: Is the game of life really worth playing?Life's Struggle in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As humans, it is our nature to be curious about everything in which this world has to offer. Some curiosities lead to advancements in science, and in life; while others lead to things much much worse. Our curiosity is limitless, and what we can accomplish is also limitless. Life is just that. Life is limitless. As children, it is drilled into our brains that we can be whatever we want to be when we grow older. As we begin this cycle, we soon realize that not everything can be
MemoriesI walked out into the familiar chill of Winter. I greeted her with a groan, and continued on for my nightly walk. The air was so crisp tonight, I could see my breath rise before my eyes. The snow was falling lightly, and it contrasted with the loom of the street lights beautifully. I knew no greater beauty than to what I was seeing. Each streetlight shot off a different light source in different directions causing what seemed to be Heaven on Earth. Each step I took was accompanied by a satisfying crunch of the hardening snow. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and continued onward towards a new adventure.Memories in Short Stories More Like This
I walked slowly down my street until I hit the corner. There was a small park here. A park filled with so many memories; some good, some bad. A majority of my childhood was spent here, monkeying around, and just being kids. This was all during the daytime though. At night, the park quickly turned into Hell. Drug dealers, rapes, murders, you name it. The complete opposite of what I kne
YouWhen I was youngerYou in Free Verse More Like This
I thought love was but a game,
between two people,
Who would be together forever,
Like a fairytale.
I've been burned many times,
for my theory was way off,
Love is a lot of work;
until you find the one
who will put in as much as you do.
That is you.
Too hold my hand,
to guide my way,
to ensure that I always live
to see another day.
To wipe the tears
from my eyes,
Someone to lay with
under the coloured skies.
Someone to hold,
for as long as I wish.
Someone who I'll fight,
and die for.
That someone is you.
And I'll have you know,
my word is true.
Forever burns my passion for you.
I could compare my love for you with stars;
however there is not enough.
I could compare my love for you with particles,
however for that, I don't have enough smarticles.
So instead, I will write you rhymes.
And forever hold you hand,
and we will continue through our endless journey,
hand and hand;
and heart to heart.
problemsno matter how big the problem tell your heart "all is well' not solve the problem but will have the courage to face it!problems in Philosophical More Like This
increible el sentir musicales increible como la letra de una cancion puede cambiar tu animo, tu forma de sentir ,todo cambia el corazon se compunje se llenan de lagrimas mis ojos pero no entiendo cual es la razon, no veo el porque..todo esta bn no hay nada por lo cual deba entristecer .. que sera lo que ocurre.. no logro entender...increible el sentir musical in Emotional More Like This
mas alla de las palabras er ...amos alguna vez...
you are the only excepcionporque somos solo tu y yo..!!!♥ nunca es de menos decirte lo que siento por ti cada vez que me topo con tu mirar al pasar junto a ti.. al abrazarte sigo sintiendo ese cariño que se entrelaza entre nuestros dedos.. cuando duermo solo lo hago porque tu estas ahi.. nada mas hay que decir que.. somos tu y yo.!!!♥you are the only excepcion in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
stormy loveno quiero me niego.. no quieroo ya mas.. !!!! no me obligues que asi nada va a funcionar.. no mas dolor en mi vas a causar.. no deberiamos sentir ni amar para dolor jamas en otros causar !!!stormy love in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
weak heart you should diemi corazon late lentoo.. parece detenerce.. algo esta ocultando y no me deja saber.. punzasos he sentido y dolor producido.... que te pasa corazon? vamos vuelvete duroo duroo para que nada te lastime ni oprima dolor en tu coraza de papel que un cuchillo atravesara y muerta quedare!weak heart you should die in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
tiempo que al pasarse paso el tiempo tan lento que pareciese que toda una vida hubiera pasado mientras tu y yo nos amabamos... cuando tiempo ha pasado que han sido miles para mi en este mundo en el que he estado?...tiempo que al pasar in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
una vista al pasadosentada en el sofa, veo como el tiempo transcurre y recuerdo como era hace apenas unos meses atras... tan solitaria y callada...pero algo llego y me cambio por completoo.en mi pensar y sentir.. en mis sueños, mi vivir.. ahora todo es diferente las cosas han cambiado, pero aun sigo aqui sentadauna vista al pasado in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
viendo como todo vuelve ... a pasar igual que en un inicio transcurrir ...el reloj se hace viejo y quiero detener el tiempo para poder asi vivir.!!!
me alegras con tu sonarincreible es saber como la musica nos hace renacer al escucharla una y otra vez hasta descubrir lo bello de cantar y reir sin saber...la musica nos trasnforma,eleva y hace estar en paz con el alma cuando a gritos cantamos su estrofa con todas las ganas y una sonrisa esbozada que enriquece el alma!!me alegras con tu sonar in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
te amoo.. no lo puedo evitar.segundo tras segundo corre el tiempo en mi habitacion.. dia tras dia sale el sol...noche tras noche la luna nos alumbra en las noches de penumbra y amarte es desear qe la vida jamas se apagara.!!!te amoo.. no lo puedo evitar. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
en nuestro libre amar..cada vez que te abrazo no puedo evitar el pensar,que no podre abrazarte en el futuro irreal... pues tu futuro estas creando a cada paso que das.. sin que yo pueda interferir en el mundo aquel donde tu pajaro libre quieres volar... no quiero ser la jaula que te corte libertad.. puedes volar que aqui sentada te voy a esperar..!!!en nuestro libre amar.. in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
ChippedChippedChipped in Free Verse More Like This
I forgot to tell you
I had a cup of tea yesterday.
I almost chose earl grey, but I rememebered how you don't like earl grey, and I decided to try something else.
I often choose earl grey or a simple green.
I chose a loose tea with Jasmine
It smelled like an asian market I was in once when I was a child
I couldnt find my cup at first,
but I kept searching all the cupboards until I did.
It's a simple cup, and very small.
Grey ceramic -
with a black line around the top.
It was from a china set my parents got at their wedding reception as a gift.
A lot of the set has broken since.
Theres at least two cups like it left.
Mine is the one with a little chip in the side.
I've always liked it best, even as a kid.
Not necessarily in spite of the chip,
more because of the chip.
I feel it gives it character and sets it apart from the other cups.
Silly GeeseSilly GeeseSilly Geese in Free Verse More Like This
Let's be tired all the time
And curl up into warm bright places to shrug off time and method
I like the way i see in the face of sleep
and the face I'd see in the way of sleep
So lets stretch the threads and fold over the months and forget everything
Everything in the way of remembering
The haunting ghosts and faded features
The cold places we hail from
Let them all unravel unceremoniously into the pointless places from where they came
the nothing called before
A Longing HaikuI can not expressA Longing Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Just how much I miss my past
But more, my future
Nocturne of the EquinoxNocturne of the EquinoxNocturne of the Equinox in Free Verse More Like This
There's panic as the tune fades
So sing out as the moon fades
And seek the land that's low,
A place your bones will show
The longest darkest night is just an apex,
So breath the peace that lies amidst the end
That knowledge of beginning.
What would be on your mind if you felt your own end coming on slow?
I get the feeling of a free soul unbeholden to consequence
Of a wise and icy meteor on it's melting path through the flames
in a soft joy of connection, knowing it will awaken on the other side.
Of permanence and strength.
There is timelessness and love here.
There is freedom from desires
There is memory and emotion
And an understanding that i will never leave,
Not until the gift i have inside is given
Set in place amidst this wheel to shine and spread
I may sleep before the dawn
But I know that i will wake to see the sun again
EchoesPale skinEchoes in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Water pure and heaven sent
You're the extra element
Reach a hand into my dreams
Give me something to believe
A pair of rare insects this time
This lizard's light is just sublime
Tin man and the verdant queen
You don't grow near my machine
Make it my fault all the same
A willing conduit for blame
You are no one
I am free
You mean everything to me
You are no one
I am free
You mean everything to me
Now to echoes, little girl
You're the Atlas of that world.
No Easy WayA phoenix is losing it's flame,No Easy Way in Free Verse More Like This
The latest muse claims she's a whore,
And a little boat on a vast ocean is drifting off in hopes of Mexico.
My brother is lost,
My reflection is breaking up,
And an angel doesn't really mind
That it's starting not to get to her.
And dammit Jesus...
I envy you.
If only saving everyone I love
Was as easy as dying.
I'd have just died a long time ago.
30 seconds lateHe has blue eyes and a black dress shirt unbuttoned perfectly into an alpha V.30 seconds late in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
5 minutes ago they were total strangers, but now his words fall charmingly into her ear, and my insides are missing, presumably gone early. Why i don't follow is a masochistic mystery.
She is unique, funny, and sharp as a razor. Full of tiny imperfections each themselves full of their own undeniable beauty. She studies psychology, loves gag-inducing pop music, and has only ever kissed 3 boys.
But he doesn't know any of this, and i doubt he ever will, because after tonight chances are they'll part permanent ways.
And still... I've got nothing.
Because I'm hideous, weird, and terrible at smalltalk.
A creep to the core.
And he knows exactly the words to say, for the next few hours at least, until words fall away pointlessly next to a bedpost.
He's a master of a game my soul won't let me play on principal.
A game of fakes.
ConvergenceConvergenceConvergence in Free Verse More Like This
Would you stand with me
at the place where the roads called
compassion and peace meet?
I've been looking solo down the horizon for too long.
I hear they join halfway up,
but I don't trust my eyes,
would you be my second opinion?
Let's walk for a while.
You can just visit
but I'm going for good.
I hear they've got it there.
I've never seen it myself, just thought about it.
Then again I've never seen China either,
and a lot of people tell me it's there.
I'll be waiting here for you
if you want to come along.
I'd hate to go alone.
GiveSo your heart's broken?Give in Free Verse More Like This
Please, take mine.
I've been dead so long I don't need it anymore.
So let it beat for you,
I'd love to be the one to let yours rest.
I can help you
Now that I don't need to help myself.
I hope the fragments of my old life
Fill the gaps in yours.
My rope's been severed.
I sleep in the stars now,
Float in dawn,
And drift through the other side.
It's not over yet, you're still standing.
Pick up my pieces if you need them
And run off with my soul.
I offer it to you.
Let me help you,
Don't let me go to waste.
51: Troubling Thoughtsthey burn in my mind,51: Troubling Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
they dig into my stem-cells like
baby groundhogs, and there
do they fester;
these troubling thoughts plague me so.
these guilty lips
can hide no thing;
coat my ceiling,
even though they are so much more beautiful
than the truth.
my forest has my lungs filled with leaves;
but, i am built of circuits;
they whir and spin in my veins,
dancing with metallic tasting bones,
electricity sparking in my irises,
speaking hidden thoughts. where do i go home?
only he sees them.
i am astounded by flashing lights, wound into branches,
lighting metal until it glows. fireflies are jealous;
the fireworks explode. music blasts in each corner,
and no one can hide.
the darkness can't cover me, so
i bathe in light, astonished
by this guilty cancer
eating in my rib cage.
my home is in sight, yet i know
it's not here,
he leaves, and he arrives,
now i'm completely sure, although;
these troubling thoughts
plague me so.
46: Reflectioni am an abused animal.46: Reflection in Free Verse More Like This
i am trapped in the cages of society.
i am sickened.
i am weak
i want to tear my fingertips
just to see if there are
blackened and shadowy
proof of my
my story revealed:
crawling through the carpets
i search for my forest;
it's vacant, but peaceful.
full of them:
little leaves with their twirling dances.
but i cannot visit them anymore.
the mountains are my scaled roof;
its guttural thirst slacked with rain,
my own unsatisfied--
i need the lightning, the thunder;
the rage and lack of control
in the storm.
want is greedy, but
need is so much more then greed.
it's pure starvation.
i'm a slave to my nature,
and my nature is animal.
as i see my reflection in the water,
i don't see human, i see beast;
with watery eyes, flecked with wildness--
the grinning teeth, telling of the killers
the appalling senses,
with whispers of
hunters and hunted.
i am hunted and killed.
45: Heart SongYou don't know him.45: Heart Song in Free Verse More Like This
He's a universe stuck
in your lamplight;
because you cannot view his beauty,
and have to shine a
in order to "see" him.
even then, his galaxies are obscured
by your disbelief.
I crawl and stalk among the ragweed;
he's like a snake, that one.
Hard to follow; quick to eat,
hissing at me, with metal point
fangs. bite me.
There's a fatal attraction, here:
sometimes i let him get away with everything;
simply to wonder, to feel the fear
to amplify my pain and
shiver away our frontier--
only to have him
in front of me each night
fear proven false--
his starry eyes smiling.
torture and taunt me
torment and tempt me
his beautiful poison shines in the moonlight;
let me go, let me go
in this shining coin i cast his name--
don't leave me, please
and i swear one day i'll take my fate
i'm not sorry, but i'll forgive
then shove it in your face.
i steal away each night with him,
65: A moment in timeif you have no weakness,65: A moment in time in Free Verse More Like This
then all you have is failure, because
if you don't have a weakness
what do you have to be
it's a part of being alive;
otherwise you're dead.
the happiness that emotion can grant you is insurmountable,
just as the sadness can be just as deep;
but you have to take the good with the bad
or know neither
everyone feels alone at some point
this is difficult.
im not the only one;
this conversation is going nowhere.
lemon, lime, and little bits of rum;
im starving from high expectations
she's just scared, you know
she doesn't want them to know:
she doesn't believe it;
so tell her that.
unwhipped, it would be hell and chaos;
what exactly are you leading the relationship into?
sleepy, silly confusing you;
newscasters and idiots,
money--but that's about it for caring.
I hate it when people hate me
reversal? me hate people
when it hate I?
society's witty response is always
maybe they're right
62: Irregular Orbitbutterflies crowd me in my celestial mind,62: Irregular Orbit in Free Verse More Like This
their warp-heavy bodies pulsing against my arms,
as stars, lit by mere soullessness,
become keys into my heart
this movement is strange,
alien in it's heated dance;
i thought i hated you once.
yet here we all are,
lifted by feather weights into a
gravitational pull which none can escape,
with a chilled crack-heroin addiction clinging to us
making me shiver with delicate fire
i'm throbbing through emotional twins,
trying to decide which one is right for me,
i orbit around you irregularly;
spatially, we're divine.
in the darkest raccoon-eyed deltas,
swimming through the galaxies,
darting through black holes like arrows,
we shall declare our divination complete,
and taste the comets, icy yet sweet...
lost in your eyes like molten fire;
i'm sure i know what i desire
55: Separationwe're a combination55: Separation in Free Verse More Like This
an auspicious pair
a mixture, a blend,
we're together as one.
separation is good for the soul;
it helps our realization that we
are actually our own person.
but it's a painful break.
connection through wiring;
cut the wire, electricity snapped
in two: you get a shortage, a power out;
an abyss of darkness.
suck me in, swallow me up--
make me whole again.
the hidden nuances,
the mink-furred, dark-eyed subtleties
the sparkling circuitry
the simple secrecy
of working in a duet:
we may not sing, but we dance to the moon's shining smile.
we are all one, but we are all s e p a r a t e
we put ourselves up on little pedestals to protect us
from those grabby, fiery, beautiful sins,
those icy, grinning, perfect people,
those things we declare evil.
we are not pure, we are as dark as they;
capable of everything the
under your light, i may glimmer
but i sparkle with the stars.
will you hide me under nighttime's blanket?
El sueno del JaguarAnoche soñé con un color amarillo y con un calor perfecto.El sueno del Jaguar in Free Verse More Like This
Caminaba por un laberinto de formas negras sobre un pelaje brillante de amor.
Caminé, caminé, hasta que encontré le herida que tanto ansiaba: el corazón.
Latía, latía, con sangre verde de selva, con sangre verde de libertad.
Esta mañana desperté entre tus brazos jaguar.
El DescubrimientoMi mano sin fin roza tu cuello, y baja hasta lo más austral de mi continente.El Descubrimiento in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Mi continente vos, es cordilleras sin hielo, solo fuego y fuego.
Es lago misterioso, es selva virgen, es tierra desconocida, es indios sin miedo con oro y con flechas.
Por mi continente vos, paso mi lengua, siento el maiz dulce entre tus piernas, siento tus ríos tibios surcando mi pecho, y de vez en cuando una erupción me recuerda que sos fuego y sólo fuego.
A este continente llegué solo, con el olor viejo y sucio de mis carabelas, llegué sólo de paso, pero me enfermé con las espumas de tu acantilado.
Cuando me despierto y no te veo en mi regazo o en mis libros, sólo puedo susurrar entre mis llantos. ¿América, dónde me he perdido?
Hoy Me PermitoA partir de hoy me permito hablarlo todo, decirlo todo.Hoy Me Permito in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Me permito quemarlo todo con mi voz, salvarlo todo con una palabra.
Me permito insultar la vida sin remordimientos, blasfemar a los buenos,
vomitar los días felices, quitarme la caspa de la responsabilidad.
Me permito y les permito a todos ser, sólo ser, sólo ser sin sin preocuparse por el mundo.
Hoy me permito ser un hongo, uno podrido, uno alucinógeno, uno de pies, ser un parásito, un virus sin cura.
Hoy me permito serlo todo aunque sea en un sueño o en otra vida.
Me permito sentir el fuego, desnudarme a la luna y también al sol.
Me permito quemar mis ojos con un tizón sólo para poder ver en mi interior, quemar también mis recuerdos y empezar otra vida u otro sueño.
Y hoy, pero sólo hoy me permito ser un animal, ser sólo corazón.
gotas como suenos como vidasEl Tigre derramó su última copa de vino y salió del bar a mojarse. Desde su capa se resbalaban sus sueños, gotas de una vida desteñida por la intemperie y el óxido del olvido. Detrás de él, una niña recogía el amor que se le caía de los ojos.gotas como suenos como vidas in Emotional More Like This
Al FinalAl final, bajo las ruinas de la batalla donde el hijo del polvo aprendió todo, sólo nos queda olvidar.Al Final in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Hay que destruir el arquetipo y transformar las leyes de la gravedad para que otra cosa nos ate a la tierra.
Que palpite el alma, ya no hay sangre para este corazón.
gone, foregoneIf ever you wonder -gone, foregone in Free Verse More Like This
In these depths
I have gone to -
know that which stirs
the last leaves of fall
in this dry place
is my company
and find comfort
my gaze -
and the faceless muse
her rain dance
Now I wait -
how I long
to be rid
of these phantoms
as I wonder -
rattling into omegarattling into omega in Free Verse More Like This
Rattling Into Omega
3:45 AM -
The lights came on in the middle of the night
although, no one was there to flick the switch
and my clock radio, in a very ominous tone,
warned of a coming storm although
I had never set the alarm,
nonetheless, I fell back asleep hoping
that my garden didn't get ruined by heavy rainfall.
3:50 AM -
A glass of water spilled onto the floor
where the bare wire of my television cord lay
chewed up by nobody's dog
and still, no one was there to tip the glass over
and I caught myself drifting into wonder
pondering about whether or not it was an accident
or if it was done on purpose even though I had no idea
what caused it in the first place.
3:55 AM -
Too tired for confusion, I closed my eyes
smothering my muse in a thick layer of sleep
and it was the moment before my last dream,
that the lights went out and the radio went to static
as the television smoldered in the corner
trying hard to become a storm out of spite
for the clear skies and the sound of snor
destination oneIf I get out of this life alivedestination one in Free Verse More Like This
I'll defeat new ends
Creating a mind
that mimics the heart;
ah, now there's a war
(for a goal).
lime-coated confessionslime-coated confessions in Free Verse More Like This
are a non-stop movie
playing in my head.
You are a star,
and an extra.
You are the stage hand
and you wrote the score.
You are drama,
You are also
a blue movie.
You rewind in my sleep,
a stray thought
slips in and asks:
Will there be a sequel?
Then the lights go out
and you begin to play again,
leaving me seated in silence
loving every minute
sun dust and sweet shadowssun dust and sweet shadows in Free Verse More Like This
Sun Dust and Sweet Shadows
It is seven o'clock AM.
Five hours after we walked in the door
and two hours before the end of this poem.
Thinking back -
it was a long, drunken night
and full of those games
that drunk people play.
And for the final game,
I played the gentleman and gave her my bed
while I slept on the couch.
I never liked this couch -
and I like it even less when I'm stuck to it
with sweat and the dirt of the previous day,
acting like a glue
but I'll take a little irritation
and lay in this consequence-mud
if it means she rests well.
I'm just old fashioned.
Isn't that what they call it?
Needless to say,
I'd rather be sweating under a blanket with her
but it didn't end up that way -
the way I hoped.
My conscience won the coin toss.
Back to present -
The sound of footsteps
breaks my fragile thought process.
the scent of her body
and her shadow on the wall -
I'm missing two senses
but my heart is racing
as every footstep sends white pulses
to whomever this may concern--a long long time ago, I gave up somethingfairy tales. Because they don't exist. They don't happen. There are no prince charmings who will come and save you from your dark life. You have to be a new kind of princess. It's scary out there, and no one can tell you how to do it but yourself. You have to figure things out on your own. I learned this the hard way. Through nearly sixteen years of the beast, I guess the enchantmentthe rose petalsare gone. Superman won't come swooping down to take you off of your feet, and fly you far away. Prince charming doesn't have a white horse to carry you away on. Beasts don't turn into princes, and there are most definitely no more dashing knights. During life, everybody collects different messages. These are the messages I collected. Men are in it for themselves. They need us, though, and so they'll tell any pretty little lie to get what they need. They'll cover the poison apple in any kind of caramel and sprinkles. We're the little fto whomever this may concern-- in Short Stories More Like This
curling greythe smoke curls in the air, coming from her smudged red lips. it's exciting.curling grey in Short Stories More Like This
"i don't love you," she tells him as she exhales another puff of cigarette smoke.
"i need another one," is his only reply. it's all he cares about, she thinks. she passes him another tiny stress reliever and lights it for him, his own smoke curling above their guilty heads.
and that's all they'll ever be. guilty, guilty, guilty.
it's december. frost crusts at the windows, coating almost anything in sight. it's strange to think that this is some people's paradise. it was bitter and reminded her of herself too much. which meant another cigarette.
it's an addiction, yes, but she's quite alright with that.
"i want to see how long we last,"
"i thought games were supposed to be fun," he replies in his same old indifferent tone. it's as if he's never felt an emotion. she's both jealous and sorrowful.
The Memory "Promise?" She asks.The Memory in Short Stories More Like This
"Swear." He murmurs, and she smiles, because she thinks she's heard the right answer. But she hasn't. He doesn't make promises he knows he can't keep. But she's never known.
"Will you love me forever?" Her soft voice is like a breeze, rushing into his ears.
"Forever's a long time." He tells her, and he thinks he might be hurting her.
"I know." He can hear the hurt in her voice. "You don't think you'll love me that long?"
"I'm not sure, flower." And he hears her take a deep breath. He wants to assure her everything's going to be okay, but he can't promise things he knows he can't keep.
"Promise me something." I hear her voice whisper and I hope she didn't feel me tense.
"I don't know if-" I start to say, but she cuts me off.
"Do you even love me anymore?" Her voice
changedThe seasons changed, though at times it felt they never would. The sun came out, and faded away each day. Snow fell and coated everything, but then it melted away. The yellows and browns of winter were replaced by the green hues of spring. Though things changed all around us, you and I, we never changed.changed in Short Stories More Like This