Don't Do Flowers"I bought you a rose" he saidDon't Do Flowers in Free Verse More Like This
and it was finished before it began.
I don't do flowers.
I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
as if to buy some dirt.
To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.
So we let something dying
and I can't stand
so I don't do flowers;
I'll do it myself.
In PiecesThey sent him home in pieces -In Pieces in Free Verse More Like This
heart in a box;
bladder and spleen disinfected,
wrapped up like a birthday.
His legs followed suit,
each one mended
and folded like an accordion -
toes tightly shut,
and knees zipped.
Next came his arms,
two delinquent acrobats -
first the right one
tightly sleeved and fitted,
waving like the last night
of the circus;
then the left -
its listless shrug
shriveled under the tissue paper.
His torso followed discreetly
as if wondering
where everybody went
and who would still be up
at this hour.
His head came last -
crated like apples at Christmas;
his eyebrows permanently surprised
upon his forehead
and his tongue
a final, flat declaration
SkinHow did you put on your skinSkin in Free Verse More Like This
Did your lover
zip up your pale flesh
or did you belt it
casually under your dress?
Did you unfold it lovingly
from the wardrobe,
the sachet of Monday
clinging to the threads;
or model it for your mirror -
the hide and seek
of pink and ivory
running the length of limbs
as if asking to be smoothed
And at the end of the day
did you peel it down
and watch it drop
to the floor
or slip it under the door,
hoping it would remember
the shape and feel
of how life left you?
PretendThis is the part where youPretend in Free Verse More Like This
pretend to hang on my every word
and I try not to notice your hand on my thigh.
I will pretend to care about Flemish art and jazz
and you will pretend to
You will say God is a fragment
and I will say Nietzsche had it all wrong.
You will swear blue is the new red
and I will swear your face is not the loud
animal you want it to be
and that charities are honest men.
You will promise to read my poetry
and I will promise to love your mind
more than your father ever did
and in the morning
we will pretend to be strangers
AbsintheLeave me then to dream in wormwood -Absinthe in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
those malignant little demons
spilled in the mind-drift of my nights -
and steal me from my fitful rest.
Those malignant little demons
slip nightshade through the windowsills
and steal me from my fitful rest -
the cruelest jest, a poet's fears.
Slip nightshade through the windowsills
and leave the emerald juice to rest.
The cruelest jest a poet fears
is madness come home to roost.
Leave the emerald juice to rest.
Spilled in the mind-drift of my nights
is madness come home to roost.
Leave me then to dream in wormwood.
TreesTrees in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
RetreatI have abandoned battle, savored peaceRetreat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and lost my weapons deep in sacred ground.
I have sought sweet mercy - God's own release
and prayed for his swift justice to abound.
I have walked past the soldiers in the street
and heard their cries run shameless without sound -
the tired, shuffling resonance of feet.
And in the morning's chilled and angry blast,
I recognize the music of retreat
as if I saw the ghosts that knew my past
gathering at the tables for a feast.
Then God allow these thoughts to be my last
for I have hopes my blessings will increase
and the dark symphony of war will cease.
Night Never EndsNight never ends here -Night Never Ends in Free Verse More Like This
the thin blue line
a stranger packs in his bags
before losing his mind;
the scratch behind our eyes
that keeps us moving
down the highway.
It is a jail cell at three a.m.,
the warden playing cards,
whiskey wetting his dreams
where a spark lays waste
to a family left behind;
the backlight of a slum,
a thousand rooms of winter
and water leaking in a lightbulb
over your head.
It is midnight in a foxhole,
the strafe of friendly fire
like a flashlight to beat
into watching for a sign;
the last drink festering on formica
six inches of crushed tafetta
wearing out its welcome
on a barstool called home.
It is dawn in the mortuary
last night's pickings
carved up for christmas
special delivery to no one
who will care;
and the silent mourning bedlam
left thinking on the drainboard
carted out for the trashmen
to haul away
StitchesStitches in Free Verse More Like This
The truth is,
you like the way he used you
and did not find you delicate and kept you awake
with the spare change of his mouth.
He called you goddess
and you believed him,
his hands pressing your knees
back to the wall,
crippling your expensive words
into stick figures.
You liked feeling his need for you
in the tight knot
where his belt
bullied your skirt
and the way the sky went empty
when he touched you
became your religion;
but the stitches in his heart
tripped up your feet
and broke you like a vagrant
who crept low
under the dimming stars.
JealousyI forgot how jealousyJealousy in Free Verse More Like This
looked on you -
a brooch of many colors
pinned to her dress
just above the breasts,
or a thin bright ribbon
trailing off a straw hat.
and how it smelled -
too much perfume in a
tiny space or
lemons bursting off the branches
to bloom at her feet.
and how it sounded
like too much music
for one room to hold,
so it had to be shared
with a stranger
who wore candlelight
how it sat on your tongue -
a sharp insect
shedding its wings,
and leaving me
to dream of her.
No KerouacYou're no KerouacNo Kerouac in Free Verse More Like This
she said -
no open road of verse,
your life's work painted
in a gaudy yellow line,
slapping the asphalt
like a greedy river.
You don't own a Nikon
or black loafers,
or hop a boxcar
to sleep under stars
they make God himself
inhale too much clean.
You have no cool
lurking in the corners,
giving skin and ink
to strange women;
no green rush of neon
or cheap whiskey
pissing in the wind,
to rape the sunrise.
You just have a mouth
angels could fall into,
your tongue and lips
a lean and tangled beast,
words breaking up
in a torrent
like a cacophony
of electric blue...
this body is a cagemythis body is a cage in Free Verse More Like This
you have no idea how many times i've tried to break my spine, but it's so hard to reach around and pull it out. it never stops aching; the pulsing pain is omnipresent and it makes every single nerve in my body feel as if it's been tied in knots.
my nails have bits of your heart under them. in between my teeth is the lining of your mouth. i absorb you through osmosis, and you become that itch i can never scratch.
i am just another girl among millions, thrown out into rusty garbage cans and carried away to a landfill to commiserate with dust. our hands become so dirty no amount of soap can clean them. our souls become so tainted that not even god can save them.
hold your breathjust shut your eyes and turn overhold your breath in Free Verse More Like This
just shut your mouth and pose right
just clench your fists and don't think
the thoughts are like acid tonight
bite your lip little girl, you're alright
bite your lip little girl, you'll survive
idolizetaking pictures of yourself in your underwear does not mean you are proud of your body.idolize in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you have desensitized me to the word "collarbone", because you use it so fucking much. i look at what you create and i see half-assed scraps of art that used to mean something. you are so afraid of having it stolen that you hide anything precious underneath your bed until you have the rights to it.
well i have news for you: we are all afraid.
but does that stop us?
there is risk in everything. and if you're too stupid to understand that, then why do so many people strive to be like you?
i would risk everything i have given this world to touch, and i mean really touch, some one's heart and soul and mind. to make them understand something they didn't understand before. is that not the reason all of us are here?
everything does </i>not</i> look perfect from far away, and this is not a cry for help.
daughter of doubtthere is a feeling in this air, this midnight air -daughter of doubt in Free Verse More Like This
it caresses my face and opens my eyelids.
my knuckles ache from lack of attention
but my chest sparkles with pride,
for your face is a sight like the moon.
there is a halo of light
and you are a being. a human being.
our fingertips touch and our flesh gives way;
how is it you are so fascinating
when you are just a glimmer made from
the secrets i shout from the rooftops?
my mouth opens and my tongue is an unfinished song.
the emptiness inside me flows out past my teeth;
it tastes like choking on salt water.
i would not be surprised if it infected you.
it is a virus and i am its breeding ground -
my soft-spoken words making their way into souls
you are so very hard to believe in
you are so very hard to believe
because every word you utter
things i have lovedmy fingers are bleeding from holding so tightlythings i have loved in Free Verse More Like This
to these thorny roses,
but you are in every prick,
so i will never let go
feel the burnand as she licked the scalding metal, hearing the hiss of her tongue turning black,feel the burn in Free Verse More Like This
she thought of all the times she'd been burned,
and none of them had been as sweet as this.
painkiller poetry 10Her hair is like a summer wind; his eyes are like the sea.painkiller poetry 10 in Free Verse More Like This
I am a weathered traveler,
worn down by soft caresses
meant to show love for me.
little angelinalittle angelina isn't going to sleep tonight. little angelina can't go to sleep unless her mummy tucks her in, and mummy is busy trying to yell over daddy. she's been waiting in the kitchen for hours, and her feet have gotten so cold. she curls her toes and slides down the wall to land on more cold tile. now her butt will go numb.little angelina in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and now mummy's trying to get dad to calm down, telling him it's late, and there's really no reason for him to be mad.
but oh no, daddy says. yes there is. there is every reason. she's raising their little girl without him. she does things behind behind his back, he says.
and that gives him the right to scream and scream and scream.
it hurts poor angelina's ears. she crawls over to the almost-shut door and tries to peek through the crack. daddy's face is red. mummy's face is wet. little angelina's face is sore, especially her eyes. she looks up at the clock and wonders if she'll get tucked in before midnight.
another dead endeventually you'll stop callinganother dead end in Free Verse More Like This
you'll run out of things to say
and i'll run out of reasons
i'm your favorite
because you hate
to-not-do-list1. i will not fall in love in summer ever again.to-not-do-list in Free Verse More Like This
2. i will not flirt with some one i don't actually like just because i am lonely.
3. i will not wallow in self-pity.
4. i will not scare my friends away.
5. i will not be afraid to trust the world.
6. i will not let important things slide.
7. i will not do things for attention.
8. i will not lose myself.
9. i will not make rules i can't follow.
you whisper my name.morning birds flockyou whisper my name. in Free Verse More Like This
to the window and we
are two prayers encased
in cotton sheets: pale,
freckled limbs tangled
like the dawning willow.
(bom dia bonito)
you whisper my name
into the peachfuzz curve
at the base of my neck.
you whisper my name
in the goosebumped flesh
in the valley of my navel.
you whisper my name
into the meeting arrows
of angel blades
you whisper without a sound
as we sink deeper, you murmer
with anchored lips and stilled
tongue and your voice is a river
as we inch towards cherry
(du är kärleken i mitt liv)
i am drunk off the wine
of your breath and my vision
is fuzzy and i can hear your voice
thick as if sinking, falling, drowning
into ocean depths.
(jeg elsker dig af hele mit hjerte)
your lips brush mine and we bloom
with wildflower kisses and pianist
fingers arch behind my back
and love explodes with color through
the garden of my chest and i cannot
jeremy lives in the present.jeremy is the type of man who is scared that if he falls between the lines of sanity and dreams, he might never find his feet. he is the type of man who runs all the way home in his suit because he thinks hes chased by demons. he swears the only time they fell asleep was when she ran her fingers up and down his piano-ribs.jeremy lives in the present. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
jeremy is the type of man who has always been ten pounds below slender, who has always had hair two inches longer than chic and spiderweb-fingers strong enough to make a woman wonder. he is the type of man who wears clothes that are always this side of wrinkled with his grandfathers watch in one of his pockets. he thinks digital clocks sapped the magic out of time and its no wonder everyone is running late.
jeremy is the type of man who falls asleep listening to the radio with a vodka in his hand. he is the type of man who hears his past in-between the chorus and the verse and would sing along if he could carry a tune. instead he hums along unde
secondhand inspiration.i am more than a girl with dirty hair and burned fingertips.secondhand inspiration. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am more than the insecurities that pile up and fog my mirror, and more than the cowardice i write about so lovingly on my fractured clavicle. i am not just this freckled skin and i am not these cramping feet that twitch under mahogany desks. i am not the girl that sits in the corner and allows the world to draw a box around me, and i am not the girl to sit and allow the world to thieve my words and plant them in their own private gardens.
i have my poems in a headlock and i am holding them under water until they breathe inspiration again. i am chasing down shadows and demanding they give me my words back, demanding that they spit up what they've stolen from my ribcage as i slumber. i am not the world, but the world is me and i will not sit in quiet as it plunders the dream box at the back of my skull.
you see, these syllables that craft my spine and run through the unseen blue of my veins are not the same when they trip sec
i think i might need you.stop.i think i might need you. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i need you to put down the pencil and listen to me for a second. i need you to pause your breath and tune to my frequency. because im throwing my heart on the airwaves and i need you to be alive to hear it. i need you to follow my words even when theyre stumbling, tripping, falling on their face.
this is just going to take a second. i promise.
i think you should know that when i woke up today i was tangled in morning breath and your whispers. i think you should know that im dreaming with swollen lips and bleeding cheeks because i keep biting down to stop myself from saying whats on my mind. i think you should know my mouth is betraying me and when i brush it off, what i mean is, please, for the love of everything, know that i am terrified.
and, i think you should know, despite the fact that i am trembling with needs, i dont want it. i dont want to count down the seconds and drag out my day. i dont want to have to constantly dislodge my he
seaside gifts.this is what i would give to you:seaside gifts. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i would give you sea castles during high tide. i would give you an empty beach and a storm rolling in, the sea flagging the danger and the sky rolling in anxiety. the ocean was deepen to sleet gray and i would be waiting in it, the cotton of my dress soaked to my ankles. we could find release in the storm, slipping the silent killers from our bones to wash out with the dregs of the hurricane. the rain would come in with a crack across the sky and we could hold each other through it. our clothes could be sopping wet and flapping in the wind, but we would be rocks. screaming, kissing, unlocking our chests and letting the elements take us.
this is what i would give to you:
i would give you ocean-salted rooms with open french doors and billowing curtains. i would give you an abandoned home and phones off the hook. i would give you peace and i would hold you while you slept. you would be peaceful in your slumber and i would not say a word. i would press my
crash into me.one step closer andcrash into me. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we can slow dance over the
paint with love.close your eyes, darling, crosspaint with love. in Free Verse More Like This
your heart with my lips and listen
to me. play your favorite hymn
on the tapered flutes of my bones
until i'm an instrument fitted
to your devoted artist's hands.
draw maps of the constellations
on the raised edge of my scars,
translate directions to faded love,
before putting an 'x' on my left breast,
sealing the treasure with a prayer.
mold my hips like wet clay, sculpt
my pulse so i'm breathless with tension,
serene with knowing i'll wake again
tomorrow with cello-curves pulled
into the tide of your ocean-chest. sing
faith into my hungry arms, chisel hope
into my cynical skeleton, paint trust
over my blank flesh until i'm your
breathing canvas, your living poem.
[until i'm nothing but yours; until i believe]
it's not enough.i will never regret running into the freeway.it's not enough. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
if i am gasping for air, pressing my palms against my chest, holding myself together, you will never find me wishing i hadn't done it. if i am sticking my fingers in my sides to staunch the bleeding, limping down gravel roads, barefoot and wild-eyed, you will only see me grimace and smile. tell you it was a hell of a ride. tell you when that car collided with my kneecaps, i tasted heaven in the wind yanked from my lungs.
and you won't ever find me lamenting jumping into the fire.
if i am smoldering and smoking, licking charcoal-lips and spitting out ash, you will never once hear me whispering it would have been better if i hadn't. if i am beating out my own flames, stitching my own sides up, holding my own hand, you will only watch me grit my teeth and laugh. tell you that it was like having my bones dance. tell you that when the fire licked around my torso, i knew what it meant to be alive.
because i know, someday i'm going to find someone
second-chance renewal.i can't guarantee i'll be what you want.second-chance renewal. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you see, i can only offer you the remaining fractures of a weathered, storm-bruised heart in trembling palms; can only pour the relics into the crevices of your chest. i can only offer you the ruins: tangled and mismatched and soggy from salt-rain. can only give you the junk drawer, the elbows and broken bits no one wanted: the jealousy and anxiety and selfishness and impatience and insecurity. i can only give you these, wrapped in newspaper-covered cardboard boxes, no satin ribbon dressing them up as something they're not.
oh, and you deserve so much more! what i have left rotting isn't enough and it never will be, but, oh, i would give it to you if you asked. i would reach lacerated hands towards my marrow-locks and tear them apart. i'd give you the right combination of numbers and twists and turns so you might undo the not-so-treasure-chest. i'd let you take the choking corpse of my trust and let you try to reanimate it. i'd sell m
third degree lie burn.i told myself i wouldn't write this.third degree lie burn. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i sat in the chair that smells nothing like you and stared at the wall with the pictures you were never in, and told myself in a hundred [that's a lie; it was only ten] different ways that this piece would never come to be. the bruised words would die in the back of my mind next to the cobwebbed dreams and whimsical wishes of years past. quarantined [such poison should never permeate the cracked veneer of faded dreams], but left to decay all the same.
alas! my disobedient fingers are rebellious and they dragged them out. they threw their cursing, blinking, protesting forms in the sunlight and left them to cower and shrivel. left them to sweat out the toxins until they were safe enough to at least gingerly hold, study until i understood, comprehend what it is that makes me this way.
shh, listen, can you hear them?
they're uncurling from defensive positions to yawn and stretch. they're beginning to slide around my slick palm, howling in protest for be
The Book TheifThis is a story about a man who steals all the interesting parts out of books.The Book Theif in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Car Boot SaleKado: I haven't been to one of these in a whileCar Boot Sale in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lazarus: What's the point? They never have anything good ¬¬
Ryuu: Oh my god *Picks up a cuddly toy* It's a plush Ceadeus! I used to have one of these when I was a kid! Every night I would hug it in my sleep. I used to think my dad lived out at sea and that the Ceadeus would go and find him but he never did
Ryuu: Where's my daddy Ceadeus .? Where is he .?
Naruga: Moving right along
Woman: *Taps on Adora's shoulder* Excuse me miss, would you like to try some of these cosmetics?
Adora: No thanks, I don't really think I need them ^^
Woman: But with these, you could look young again
Adora: What? I'm 16! I am young!
Woman: With these cosmetics, you could actually look 16 ^^
Adora: ¬¬ *Tentacles come out of her back*
Woman: *Runs away*
Lazarus: And I get all these newspapers for just 100z?
Man: Yep ^^ Real cheap! And there's some good stuff in there too
The Death God's Return part 2Lao: *Reading a note*The Death God's Return part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lauren: What's that?
Lao: A message from Garuga he says some of our old enemies have started a revolution he wants us to take them out
Lauren: Sounds like fun! ^^
Lao: Hell yeah! Back to adventuring at last! *Reads the note again* They're hiding out in the Cave of Nightmares just outside of town
Lauren: The what?
Lao: It's called the Cave of Nightmares because people who go there often report seeing their worst fears, no matter what they are
Lauren: Still sounds like fun ^^ We've faced worse
Lao: Hellz yeah! ^^
Lao: Here we are
Lauren: Woah creepy
Lao: Yep let's go inside ^^ *Walks into the cave with Lauren*
*After a few minutes of walking*
*A huge blue crystal is lying in the centre of a cavern*
Lao: O_O No loud noises
*They keep walking, but Lao trips on a rock and hits the ground, the sound of the impact awakening the jewel. The jewel comes out of the ground and revea
The Death God's Return part 4*Reality dissolves again, this time Lao disappears*The Death God's Return part 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Volganos: *Appears* You have a choice Lauren you and Lao have been horribly poisoned there is only one antidote who gets it?
*Volganos disappears and Lauren arrives in a room with Lao. On a table in front of them is a syringe full of antidote*
Lauren: *Picks it up* I know exactly what to do *Injects herself*
Volganos: You chose your own life over Lao's? He would not have done the same
Lauren: You're forgetting something Lao's naturally immune to poison!
Volganos: Crap you're good
Lao: That was brilliant! ^^
Lauren: Thanks! ^^
*They walk into the next cave chamber and reality dissolves again*
Lazlo: Welcome to the test of endurance
*Lao and Lauren appear in a room full of their favourite foods. Collars appear around their necks*
Lazlo: These collars will make you hungrier and hungrier by the second, but if you eat, you fail! To pass this test and not
The Death God's Return part 3Akura Vashimu: I'm sorry sirThe Death God's Return part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shinigami: Meh, I'll forgive you since you're new to this, but don't let it happen again!
Akura Vashimu: Yes sir!
Shinigami: *Looks at Volganos, Lazlo, and Yama Tsukami* Dispose of them
All 3: Yes sir! *Leave*
Lao: We should have started having painful illusions by now Lauren, if you start seeing visions, remember that they're not real
*Reality dissolves and they find themselves in nothingness. All they can see is blank whiteness*
Sophie: Hi Lao
Sophie: Have you forgiven me yet ?
Lao: I won't be able to until you stop working for the villains!
Sophie: But I can't do that
Lao: ¬¬ Why? It's too much fun?
Sophie: Please Lao I'm sorry
Lao: I already told you, stop being evil, and I'll forgive you
Sophie: But I love you Lao... and you remember what happened the LAST time you didn't forgive someone
Lao: Don't bring that up! It's a completely different iss
Minegarde Academy part 3Chapter 3: Mixed emotionsMinegarde Academy part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lao was so relieved. At first, Lauren had been angry when he told her the news, but she was just so glad to see him after 25 years alone in darkness, that she had forgiven him. What's more, she had been very grateful for the flowers. Lauren had not changed at all, despite being 25 years older. It seemed that the vortex had stopped her from aging in all that time. Lao was walking through the flower garden of Minegarde Academy which he had greatly contributed to. Every row of flowers Lao had grown had a sign saying so, and most of the rows in the garden did. Lauren was walking beside him, and she did not know it, but Lao thought he must be dreaming. He was walking through a flower garden with Lauren! Lao thought that if he acted like the perfect gentleman he was, and treated Lauren with the same respect and kindness he had used to, she might just fall for him. With Zair out of the way, Lao had his chance at last! He suddenly felt extremely guilty. What was he th
Minegarde Academy part 2Chapter 2: Return of the PrincessMinegarde Academy part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The stormy heavens opened, a hole in the clouds appeared with a swirling centre. Lao stared up at it in horror. He recognised it. It was the vortex! Something dropped out of it, but Lao could not see what it was. It landed on him and knocked him over. Lao straightened up and glanced down at whatever had fallen on him and his heart jumped into his throat in surprise. It was Lauren! Unconscious, but alive!
The medic had placed Lauren in the field hospital, and Lao visited her every day. He always brought one flower with him, and placed it on the desk beside Lauren's bed. It had been about a week, and Lao placed the seventh rose beside Lauren's bed, before sitting in a chair next to it. "I don't know if you can hear me " he said "but " Lao didn't know what to say. He was feeling mixed emotions. He felt extremely guilty for exiling Zair, and was dreading how Lauren would react when she woke up and he told her. But this also meant that for t
Team Twilight: Mystic MansionThe halls of the castle were dark and gloomy. Lao walked in front, lighting the path with the chaos emerald. With every step they took, more of the darkness was exposed, and they expected any second to see another zombie or something worse. Lauren kept a look out behind, in case anything attacked from there. They arrived in the centre of a large room, and the glow from the emerald lessened, so they couldn't see more than a foot ahead. There was the sound of scuttling and Lauren could feel large insects crawling all over her. She then felt tremendous pain, as the insects began biting her. All of a sudden, there was a bright light; Lao had lit an extinguished torch which had been hanging on the wall. The beetles squealed and disintegrated in the light. "Let's go" said Lao. She followed him down the passage, hoping against hope that the beetles weren't poisonous.Team Twilight: Mystic Mansion in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They arrived in the dining hall, and witnessed something astonishing. Baron Dante and his army of Dantinis had infiltrate
Ryuu's secretRyuu's secretRyuu's secret in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Naruga: My dad's in the army, he keeps watch over the Great Forest
Kado: Mine was a con artist. He started out selling fake watches, then moved on to real big stuff
Lao: Mine was a judge, but I think you guys already know the story
Lazarus: Mine was the emperor until the hunters killed him
Adora: Mine abandoned me and went with my mum to live in Barbados
Lao: What about you Ryuu? What's your dad like?
Ryuu: I I don't know
Ryuu: I was a drunken mistake my parents weren't even married they broke up before I was born, so I never met him
Lao: Oh we never knew
Ryuu: I don't really like talking about it
Adora: Well at least you've told us now sometimes it feels good to let these things out
Ryuu: Yeah *Gets up* I'm going for a walk *Leaves*
Lao: Poor guy
Ryuu: *Walking down the street* *Sings*
Address this letter
To dear father
I know you as complete unknown
I guess it's better
Both Lao's RegenerationsLao sat alone on a rock near the top of Mount Fury. Lauren was dead, and Riot's army was growing stronger by the day.Both Lao's Regenerations in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's wrong, freak?" said a familiar voice coming from behind him. A voice Lao had hoped to never hear again.
"Fuck off, Shen " said Lao, not turning around.
"Awww, what's wong?" Shen replied, patronising Lao with baby talk.
"I said fuck off " said Lao.
"Did something happen to that wittle-bitty furby you wove so much?"
"I said, shut up!"
"Did she dump you? Awww... poor wittle fweak!"
Lao span around quickly and slammed his fist directly into Shen's chest, sending him flying. Shen crashed into a glacier, and fell slumped against it.
"You pack a hard punch freak " said Shen "Let's see how your dodge is!" Shen slammed his fist into the glacier, which collapsed. Lao did not have time to move out of the way before it fell on him and crushed him. Shen laughed as Lao crawled out from underneath the glacier, breathing heavily, badly injured. Lao glared up at S
but your tears don't shiverso she died. and there were flowers on the grave but he couldn't seebut your tears don't shiver in Free Verse More Like This
anything through the fog, and there were people standing and crying
and shuffling their feet to get out of the rain,
but he couldn't see
so she died.
in the end it wasn't worth it at all, shivering on her own bed
haunted by the breath of her nightmares.
in the end it wasn't worth it because nothing changed
and there was no realisation, and there was no white light,
and there was no heaven, and life just went on and on and on
and in her dreams he cried, he came back,
and he was kneeling by her bedside,
wearing her favourite shirt with the blue and red stripes
and pleading, pleading, tears shivering
down his cheeks like beads of sweat.
but she woke up and he wasn't there.
so she died.
[he wasn't there.
he didn't come until it was too late
and she was already six feet in the ground,
underneath thick soil but still palpable,
still unbearably powerfully there.
he only came back during the funeral
because he on
ecaping heartbreakwhen she cries her tears are edged with mascara and knowledge.ecaping heartbreak in Short Stories More Like This
she's hiding under the layers and layers of makeup he slathered onto her. for the sake of making her beautiful. she's so used to the same product, but she knows she needs a new makeup remover. one that will work, wipe and clear her mind. because she doesn't need this -- but she wants it.
she's digging through the chaos of her mind, struggling to find a piece of clarity. but all she can find is despair and nights on the couch with ice cream in her lap and a phone to her ear. i thought he was the one for me, but i was wrong. again. it hurts, and sometimes when the clarity strikes her across the cheeks she realises she can't do it anymore. she can't take this anymore.
she murmurs to herself like she's suffering from a mental illness. 'he was this to me. he was that to me. but she's never asked herself what she really wanted. all she's been taught to do, time after time, was to keep his smiles
habits.i could learn to love you, i swear.habits. in Free Verse More Like This
i could hold your smile to my lips and your fumbled thoughts in my arms
where i can hug them to sleep at night. i could brush my fingers
against the dusted freckles on your cheeks, whisper for every one
a haiku for the night we sat laughing underneath the deep sky.
i could learn to hold every part of your soul tenderly
in my careless hands
so i never forget strength, kindness, generosity --
all the things you are made of.
you are the strength of the summer sun
and the peace of the full moon
and you are beautiful.
so don't turn away when i cry in the middle of the night
and can't tell you why.
hold me close to you, hold me close
with your jaw resting on my hair
and your arms around my shoulders
and please don't ask me why i cry.
when i find the strength to tell you i w
it's only the truth.it's only the truth in Letters More Like This
You never left home without your face on. He came to think that the mascara and the smoky liner were all a natural part of you, as inseparable as your bleach hair and your dripping smile. The artificial colours and the thick black lines, they were all a part of your charm.
And maybe you had a personality, but he couldn't see it beneath all your foundation. You pouted and you laughed and you tongued just like the glittery glamour girls on TV, and no one really cared what was underneath. When the wrapping is gorgeous enough, who cares what the gift is?
You fucked him at his house on a Friday night and the both of you fell asleep on his couch. When you woke up the next morning and picked your clothes off the floor, the sky was grey and his walls were grey and the crunch of cereal in your mouth was drowned out by his snoring.
He woke up and asked for coffee and maybe called you by another girl's name. You put your six inch fuck-me heels on and left, in the hope that the promise of mo
this.you have shaded eyes quiet smile dark hair love ─this. in Other More Like This
and I could do anything
if it wasn't for you.
collapse the borders on the edge of my vision;
everything's faded out to black shards.
It's cliché and stupid and it won't mean a thing to you, but I know
I won't be able to breathe when you leave tomorrow.
the shield whispering around my skin
was untouchable, I thought, perfect;
no one would be able to get in.
But you passed right through without even trying.
around is what you always are, around here,
around the block, running circles around my head.
You get around so much your friends tease you
about all the girls you've held and dropped,
and I can't say I love you without lying anymore.
shatterglass.Last summer we watched the moon swallow the sun and you told me violence was romantic. It was 12 in the afternoon but the sky was midnight blue, and as you spoke your hand clenched into claws around my waist. I reached down to hold your wrist but you dropped your hand to your side before I could touch you.shatterglass. in Short Stories More Like This
I used to think it was impossible to love someone and never really know them, but you took all those illusions when you took my hand. Sometimes we sat opposite each other in starbucks and you faded away, just staring into the sky, your soul stolen to some distant place. Even when you were next to me I could feel the space between us like a snaking ravine.
In winter you showed me your scars. I think I expected them. I think I already knew that you weren't the boy everyone said you were. I watched you on solemn Saturdays scribbling words you wouldn't let me see. I saw your scrawling become jagged broken lines on the page.
I watched you and I didn't know how to ask you what was wron
you're a beautiful arsonistI like you.you're a beautiful arsonist in Free Verse More Like This
I like your spaces
I like your spaces and the way you laugh
I like your spaces and the way you laugh is beautiful
Your spaces are never empty
because they're filled
so if I look at you for too long,
might explode and fill my eyes.
you're bigger than the clouds and bigger than songs
and bigger than the universe.
If I'm not careful, I'll
burn away to a crisp;
if I'm not careful,
an afterimage glowing
dizzy-bright in the midnight.
tuesday afternoonsand the wind chills my bones and every time i look at my watch i remember all the times when we sat on the grass laughing, watching the afternoon sun arcing across the sky like a shooting star.tuesday afternoons in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
chem.mystery.i'm lost on the way home from a memory,chem.mystery. in Free Verse More Like This
flipping through blank pages and trying to come up with a plan
for tomorrow, when everything all falls apart and i fall with it,
down into an abyss.
for now my head is filled with tossing words.
death dying world wars pain plagues shakespeare you you you.
there's nothing a little water can't clear,
but maybe my tears will stain
the sea black with bitterness.
for now i'm flipping through valency tables,
solubility charts (how fast will the salt in my rain dissolve?)
and wondering why i didn't memorise this twofrickingyearsago,
how oxygen changes everything and
the bonds that tie a metalboy and a nonmetalgirl together are rigid
and shatter far too easily.
a word equation for us: you+me=>anger+water vapour
(as hot air and steam)
for now i'm running from history books,
telling me about world war one and women's rights
and ethnic peace and disunity. just as we learnt it, threeyearsago.
but now it's a new test and a new thing
and we're st
Lindor's Luminaries 5Seyzhavyes arrival caused surprisingly little stir, to my relief. Though she insisted on following me around most of the time, she left her helmet and most of her weapons in the stable where she had set up her bedroll. Nobody really knew where to put her, since Wystan didnt want to inflict her on the servants quarters and putting her in the guards barracks was absolutely out of the question, so it was a relief when she declared her intent to sleep in the stable with her horse. I wouldnt have trusted the beast that much, but she claimed to have raised it from a foal and trained it herself. If that was true, then I was glad she didnt have children. It was a huge dun-colored animal with a nasty temper, and after watching her handle it, I was fairly sure that some of those marks on her armor were from its teeth.Lindor's Luminaries 5 in Fantasy More Like This
She unslung the quiver from her back and leaned it gently against the wall by the rest of
Lindor's Luminaries 7I neednt have worried about Seyzhavye. Contrary to my expectations, a neat pile of blankets on the floor testified to her presence in the room, and the curtains were drawn back, bathing about two square feet of the floor in radiant golden sunlight. I was feeling much better than I had the previous night, and was also ravenously hungry. I quickly got dressed and wandered out in search of Rhisiart. He was nowhere to be seen in the inns main room, so I had breakfast instead, which consisted of what appeared to be last nights leftovers reheated, but they still tasted pretty good. I was able to get tea again, and this time it was asthi. It seemed to be oversteeped, but it did its job, and I was feeling about 92 percent normal when Rhisiart showed up. Lady! I am glad you are ready. The man who will show us to the dragons lair is here.Lindor's Luminaries 7 in Fantasy More Like This
Oh good, I s
Lindor's Luminaries 3Lady Ysaere woke me up again, but this time it was morning. Hello, dear! she said, flinging the curtains open. We have to get you ready to see the Queen!Lindor's Luminaries 3 in Fantasy More Like This
I blinked at the sudden blaze of sunlight, still groggy. Yes maam.
Come. Well find you something suitable before the audience hour.
Finding something suitable ended up meaning ransacking the entirety of Lady Ysaeres wardrobe. I, although initially enthusiastic about the opportunity to go through a Lindorran noblewomans closet, lost interest after about the third garderobe full of gowns. Eventually, she settled on a pale, leaf green dress with long, almost floor-length sleeves, and two more maids, thankfully without poodles, were summoned to help me into it. This involved lots of laces, but by the time they were done, the dress fitted me almost as well as it had fit
Stepping Closer 1"I miss you, Drem," she murmured, sipping at her glass of amber liquid. "I'm alone, and I don't know how to make it without you Now you're gone and I'm alone why didn't you take me with you?"Stepping Closer 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sat in the darkest corner of the small cantina, helmet left carelessly on its side in the seat next to her. Absorbed in her musings and her drink, she didn't hear the man approach until it was too late.
"Hey there. You're too pretty to be sitting by yourself tonight."
Her eyes flickered slightly to the side of her glass to take in a pair of well-worn and muddy boots. "Leave now while you're still in one piece."
"Aw, what'd I say?" His tone was surprised and defensive. "C'mon, hon, cut me a little slack."
"I'll cut something you won't like much," she muttered. "Drem, can I kill him now?"
"Kill- who you talking to? You crazy or something?"
She finally lifted her head to face him. &
Lindor's Luminaries 4I didnt know what I was going to do once I had reached the room Id slept in. I didnt really want to go back to sleep, and I didnt really want to sit and stare at the wall either. I attempted to pace and realized I was still wearing Ysaeres court dress, which was a good deal longer than any skirt I was used to dealing with. I should probably change out of it before I damaged it.Lindor's Luminaries 4 in Fantasy More Like This
After several minutes fumbling with laces of various kinds, the dress was laid out on the bed and I was wearing a forest green outfit similar to the gold one Id been wearing the day before, found in my saddlebags. While looking for extra clothes, I had come across several interesting-looking bundles that I was dying to get into. Maybe they held a clue as to what I could do now.
An hour later, I sat back and sighed in frustration. A thorough search of the bags had yielded nothing more than a change of clothes, a
Lindor's Luminaries 2Wystan left a gold coin on the table and strode outside. I followed him, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the afternoon sun. Wystan went directly to his horse, leaving one of his guards, a tall man with a short blond beard, to help me mount up this time. At least, I reflected as I nodded my thanks to him, whatever magic had gotten me here had given me a well-mannered horse. I nudged the bays flanks and it stepped forward, content to follow Wystans beautiful chestnut.Lindor's Luminaries 2 in Fantasy More Like This
Wystan was apparently ignoring me for the moment, and I was content to let him. I needed time to think over everything I had learned, and guessed that he did too. Slightly bored, I let my mind wander freely, and it eventually settled on the fact that my horse did not have a name, or at least a name that I knew of. I patted its neck with one hand and murmured, What shall we call you?
The horse flicked one ear, which I took to
Lindor's Luminaries 8Chapter 8Lindor's Luminaries 8 in Fantasy More Like This
As it turned out, not all the horses had run off. Seyzhavyes wretched beast was still there, cropping the grass where shed left it before her abrupt rescue. Meluryn insisted that both she and I ride the thing, gentleman that he was, but after it tried to bite, kick, and otherwise incapacitate anyone anywhere near it but Seyzhavye, he gave up and let me walk. I was relieved, and even more so when Rhisiart suggested that Seyzhavye ride ahead to prepare for Meluryns triumphant return.
Sneaking a sideways glance at Meluryn, still wet and now slowly acquiring a coat of mud, I questioned his phrasing, but everyone else seemed to think it appropriate. Why not? The dragon-guy was dead, after all, and Lord Meluryn was hale and returned to them. Maybe I was just cynical. I probably was. Paranoid was a possibility too, since my quest was fulfilled and no mysterious force had
Lindor's Luminaries 6We finally reached the wretched village at midafternoon on the third day. It was very small, even to my inexperienced eyes, and had nothing more than a few houses, a shop or two, and what passed for an inn. I wasnt complaining, since it had a roof and seemed clean enough. It also had people to fill up a nice-sized tub with hot water, so I could finally wash the smell of horse out of my hair. The back of my mind muttered something about the futility of this, since Id probably just stink again in a day, but the pleasure of immersing myself in hot water smelling vaguely like lavender was enough to distract the rest of my brain.Lindor's Luminaries 6 in Fantasy More Like This
When my fingers and toes were thoroughly wrinkled, I decided that I had wasted enough time. There was a lovely fire in my room, and towels that also smelled like lavender, and so when I finally managed to lace everything on my third and last set of clothes, I was feeling quite cheerful. I
Lindor's Luminaries 1My lady?Lindor's Luminaries 1 in Fantasy More Like This
I opened my eyes and immediately shut them again, blinded by sunlight through leaves. I groaned and rubbed the back of my head, which seemed to be pillowed on something velvet.
She lives! the voice called.
Slowly, the realization of what I had seen and felt seeped through to my sleepy mind. Leaves? Velvet? I suddenly noticed that I seemed to be wearing a corset.
Where am I? I muttered, slitting my eyes open.
The silhouette of a head came into view. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that it belonged to a man with curly brown hair.
On the high road about half a days journey from the capital, my lady. You seem to have taken a nasty fall from your horse.
Horse? I tried to sit up, but the man gently pushed my shoulder back down. I could feel a root digging into my ribs.
You should probably not sit up just yet, my lady.
Lindor's Luminaries 10When I woke, feeling little better than when I had collapsed a few hours before, I made my way again to the main room of the inn. There were hints of soreness in muscles I hadn't known I had, and I gloomily resolved just to get used to that idea, since it seemed I would be steadily acquiring new skills and their accompanying aches and pains. I glanced over the room, easily spotting Seyzhavye with a twinge of something akin to annoyance. They seemed to be having another council of war. Maybe Seyzhavye and Meluryn had made up. That would be nice. I caught the attention of the skinny bald man behind the bar and requested food before wandering over and dropping myself into a chair between Seyzhavye and Rhisiart. "Hi, guys, what's up?"Lindor's Luminaries 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lady Elen!" It took me a moment to recognize the scruffy, unshaven guy across the table as none other than Wystan.
"Where did you come from?" I blurted, gaping at him.
Comme siComme si in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On aurait fait comme si
On s'rait restés assis
En plein milieu d'la cour
On parlerait d'amour
On s'prendrait par la main
On oublierait demain
On s'f'rait voir nos collecs
On mang'rait des bonbecs
On aurait peur du noir
Pas'qu'on pourrait plus s'voir
On se dirait tout bas
Des mots qu'on oublie pas
On voudrait plus dormir
Pour êt' sur de sentir
Même en fermant les yeux
Qu'on s'rait là tous les deux
J'te r'garderais sourire
En poussant des soupirs
Comme si qu'on s'rait heureux
Des larmes plein les yeux
On s'dirait pas qu'on s'aime
Mais on s'aim'rait quand même
On f'rait semblant d'pas l'voir
Parc'qu'on oserait pas le croire
On dirait qu'c'est qu'un jeu
Qu'on jouerait tous les deux
Que ça s'rait pour de faux
Qu'on risqu'rait pas not' peau
On jouerait d'mieux en mieux
Jusqu'à tant qu'on s'rait vieux
On s'rait d'plus en plus forts
Jusqu'à tant qu'on s'rait morts
Hein, dis, Qu'ça s'rait super
Hein, qu'on f'rait une belle paire
Hein, dis, qu'tu s'ra
EmotionEmotion in Short Stories More Like This
Nom féminin. Petit animal vivant au fond de chaque être humain. L'émotion passe une partie de son existence, dont la durée est égale à celle de l'être humain auquel elle est rattachée, à hiberner pendant des périodes dont la longueur et la fréquence sont étroitement liées au tempérament de chaque individu.
Dotée de réflexes variant énormément d'un individu à l'autre, elle se réveille néanmoins chaque fois qu'une nourriture convenant à sa gourmandise se présente à elle. Raffolant notamment d'échanges de regards et de caresses (même furtives), elle est aussi friande de mots doux et de toutes les petites attentions en règle générale; ne dédaignant pas pour autant certaines musiques, certains parfums, ou même certaines discussions, pour peu que la mémoire lui vienne en aide.
Une émotion alternant harmonieusement les périod
LE DEUXIEME MATINLE DEUXIEME MATIN in Free Verse More Like This
Le deuxième matin, au petit déjeûner
Alors que j'ajoutai deux sucres à mon café
Elle est venue s'assoir, et puis m'a regardé
M'a dit bon appétit, et puis on a parlé
Elle avait l'air sympa, drôlement fagottée
Une salopette en jean's, bretelles bariolées
Des sandalettes aux pieds, et déjà bien bronzée
On s'est encore souris, et puis elle s'est levée
Au resto du village elle allait travailler
Elle faisait la vaisselle, un boulôt saisonnier
Et moi l'après-midi je me suis balladé
A travers la campagne, sans plus trop y penser
A la terrasse d'un bar, le soir on s'est trouvés
On s'est toujours souris, on a encore parlé
Comme deux amis perdus depuis pas mal d'années
Et puis qui se retrouvent sans s'être un jour quittés
Un jour où on était partis se promener
Je lui ai pris la main, et elle m'a embrassé
On est allés s'assoir au beau milieu d'un pré
On a enco
EveilEveil in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Je suis là. Dans la cuisine, assis à table, sur ma chaise. Penché au dessus de mon coupon de carte orange, le stylo à la main, suspendu au dessus du numéro à moitié écrit. A coté du coupon, sur une enveloppe retournée, des traces laissées par un stylo qui ne veut plus écrire, qui n'en peut plus, et qu'on a forcé, une dernière fois, à déposer le peu d'encre qui lui reste encore. Puis la carte orange, avec ma photo, enfermée dans son étui en plastique transparent, rayé, usé, déformé par les heures passées dans mes poches. Je me regarde dans cette photo, et me souviens d'avoir été appliqué à me ressembler dans le Photomaton. Puis d'avoir attendu que le temps passe, que la photo soit développée. D'avoir vérifié dans la glace un peu sale, un peu déformante, que la photo ressemblait bien à mon image. Le passage dans le photomaton, c'est toujours un peu spécial. Ce n'est jamais anodin, de donner son image. Pas vraiment un événement, mais toujours un peu d'émotion. Peut être parce que, souvent
VideVide in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Vide comme un verre à moitié plein, je me sens sans substance.
© Laurent Roy, 2010
LE CHATEAU DE SOCOALE CHATEAU DE SOCOA in Free Verse More Like This
Enfermés dans le château
A l'abri de tous les sôts
Nous resterons tous les deux
Calmes les yeux dans les yeux
Les tempêtes s'en iront
Enlacés nous resterons
Nous chuchotant du bonheur
En n'ayant jamais plus peur
© Laurent Roy, 2010
RencontreRencontre in Free Verse More Like This
Quand deux âmes blessées, par hasard se rencontrent,
L'une relève l'autre, puis monte la pente;
D'autant plus élevé, le sommet qu'elles montrent,
Que ces belles âmes, nous semblaient différentes.
© Laurent Roy, 2010
EvadeeEvadee in Free Verse More Like This
Evadée du monde, et n'y laissant que ton image,
Tu rentres, enfin en toi, pour y retrouver la sage,
Que d'aucuns, mal intentionnés, voulaient te faire oublier;
Mais ta nature, bien faite, put t'éviter de ployer.
© Laurent Roy, 2010
On a tousOn a tous in Free Verse More Like This
On a tous un jour cru
Que c'était le début
Que battrait dans nos coeurs
Cet infini bonheur
On a cru que l'amour
Grandissant chaque jour
Jusqu'à la fin des temps
Comblés par la tendresse
Inventant des caresses
On a cru que la vie
Nous avait tout appris
Et puis sans qu'on y pense
Des choses sans importance
Ont doucement usé
La passion des baisers
Où sommes nous donc allés
Nous qui disions aimer
Qui jurions pour la vie
Mais sommes au loin partis
© Laurent Roy, 1988