SecondsofDragonflies[I]SecondsofDragonflies in Free Verse More Like This
days of disgrace;; secondsofdragonflies,
an HOUR in YOUR emaciated blondearms
a rustic(forlorn)hope;;for we can only live
in fortnights accompanied the full suit
broken linguistics of Autumnleaves with
deadly secrets to tell...
I'll watch your eyes/
painfully plan to predict/fuck this flirtation
up,,americanisations with DCquotation
and a FAIL mark. Duration of my emanc-
ipation is unecessary-unerving-anexity
riddled, like she said;
'i'm only ever ham-
mered when i sp-
22 curled,hunched you lived in the doorway22 in Free Verse More Like This
and screamed incantations of pent-up & denied glory;brewed prozacpotions and
knitted with the brittle wisps of birds' nests fine garments crowned with garnets
ignorance bloomed like frangipanis,
praying to a sungod, at the end of your long city garden -
but that's all under water now, isn't it?
27 [I]27 in Free Verse More Like This
she cried 'transubstantiation' -
why don't you eat dirt and
feel closer to Earth !(?)
i slipped ,jointlessly, seemless
quicksilver ,going downdown
until I wrapped my serptentine form
around the core
, a cold static stone
/mornings are not sunrises,
and arenot accompanied by angels/donot
underestimate them they are
10a pigeon's skull10 in Free Verse More Like This
these are my hollow dreams the catastrophe
crushing gentle ribcages prometheus' muscle,
& we are all expressionless/
drowning starving hearts
the white hot taste of bloodthirst
these are Her fragile wings ... ?
20accompanied by the cyclical chattering of the thirrithirri20 in Free Verse More Like This
my apologies sound forlorn, stolen
phrases half recycled amongst all the plagiarism
of my dreams
experienced ochre Pilbra-dreams
more violent than any reality...
but still dictated by the tyranny of Freudian-psychoanalysis embedded in psychosis.
/wading out waist-deep into the sandgolden rye in which i was bedded slept i dreamt but my imagining was only capable of cascading reproductions of the endless white-washed indigo of an easterly sunset
15' ... how small can you get?' she whispered15 in Free Verse More Like This
(she's always whispering
through droughtriven/parched parted lips...)
48hrs; we haven't emerged from the deep sheets, and I've been slowly scratching the sarcastic inscriptions onto the insides of your eyelids as you sleep, detailing philosophical historiography as an empirical science.
you always slept so soundly on our twilightdrives
dwarfed by static,silhouettic sunsetlandscape
;your dreams must be pure mythology ,didactic, grandiose (everything
21we sat undressed, prone,anxious, on the stiff, desperately21 in Free Verse More Like This
machine-made bed. dawn broke against the cold panes
and crept silently, like so many foresighted soothsayers (or apologetic hotel staff
it climbed the bedsheets' footnote, draped across the
bottom of our page, with horrendous perpendicularity
and bathed our bodies stubblegolden&drought(scar)let, pierced our skin
- did our eyes even meet?
Its my lifeI dreamt of you last night.Its my life in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Awoke thinking you were by my side.
Look next to me, and began to cry.
An empty space where you used to lie.
Pain and sorrow overwhelmed inside.
This is it, its become my life.
I love you.
Cant quit you.
Said farewell to you.
You loved me.
Said you'd never leave me.
And now you've gone away from me.
Something I cant quite figure out.
Is how quick you fell in and out.
In with love, out with not.
Cant Wait To Meet YouWith no one in mind.Cant Wait To Meet You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All I can pray.
Is that what I find.
Will be you, in my way.
A beautiful, image of my own perception.
On my very thought of what is perfection.
The locks of an angel.
The eyes of an eagle.
A nose like a button.
A smile leaves me smitten.
With the talent of an artist.
With the mind of a scientist.
I pray that you swoon me.
In every possible direction.
For you will be my romeo.
My prince charming.
Leaving me breathless.
Sleepless and speechless.
Darling, I cannot wait to meet you.
ForgetfulThe feel of your touch.Forgetful in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The way you spoke my name.
How I was truly happy.
I am slowly forgetting how it feels.
How it feels to be near you.
One days too many since I last saw your smile.
Since you last hugged me 'goodbye..'
What I would do to have you look me in the eyes.
For you to smile and say to me 'Hi'
What I would do to feel that comforting happiness.
As you put your arms around me.
I am not ready to forget.
I am not ready to go on.
I am not ready to love another.
Don't leave me in a path of forgetting.
Broken SeasonsI breathe in the crisp autumn wind.Broken Seasons in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It blows the tears right off my face.
My eyes search for something new.
Searching for comfort, and grace.
I pray these feelings won't go on.
If it is my feelings shall stay.
I promise, all those winter nights.
The tears wont just blow away.
But, slowly turn to the coldest ice.
Oh, feelings, please don't go on.
Killing meA gut wrenching, heart pounding, tear streaming down my face feeling.Killing me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Trying to breathe, weak in the knees, thinking terrible things.
This is how I feel when I think of you.
This is how I feel when I am near you.
I am willing to feel all of this suffering and pain.
As long as I know I can see you again.
My misery gets worse knowing you are too far.
Knowing youre laughing, and getting along.
Loving her, chasing her, wanting her more.
The way you used to love me, and want me.
My true love, you are truly killing me.
Not Going the Distance..Found out I still love you.Not Going the Distance.. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That I still cant breathe without you.
You held me close.
But it brought back the memories.
Of those sweet days of luxery.
Where we spent all our moments.
Just you and me.
Ill be heading home tomorrow.
I can promise myself in sorrow.
If what we had was special.
If what we could've been was admirable.
Then why aren't we 'that' couple?
Friend, or best friend? You ask?
Can we not be best friends and more?
Our connection runs deeper than ever before.
I know that you love me.
and I know that you care.
I see it, I see the way you stare.
Yet, you deny it.
You confuse you, yourself, and I.
For our love was the strongest, the truest, the best.
But you threw it away, because of the distance.
OccurIm confused.Occur in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Oh, the shortest, most breathtaking love affair of my life.
Has gone miles away from me.
My first love, didnt last long.
But I know my feelings will.
And so will the tears.
You will never read this.
and you will never understound.
How it is you made, and continue to make me feel.
Falling in love with you.
It was simple.
Falling out of love with you..
Simply wont occur.
Things that make me sadA crying child, makes me sad.Things that make me sad in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An injured animal, makes me sad.
Someone I love passing away, makes me sad.
Someone I love crying their heart out, makes me sad.
Yet, none of it, can compare to the way you, make me sad.
The way you wont change your mind, makes me sad.
The way you kiss me, even though you've left me, makes me sad.
Everytime you tell me you love me but not enough, makes me sad.
Everytime you create an excuse to not be with me, makes me sad.
Then again, you're the only one who can make me smile.
Kissing me, after telling me you love me, can make me smile.
Holding my hand while Im crying, can make me smile.
Saying to me 'Im not gone, yet' makes me smile.
Everything you do.
Every word you say.
May create warm tears to trickle down my once innocent face.
Or, may force an ear to ear smile stretch upon it.
Right now, you are making me sad.
Id say devastated.
Hell, Id even say completely broken.
But those are so specific..
and how I feel right now.
Is infact all of the above and m
You are my happinessLast night, my friend and I sat and thought of our happy place.You are my happiness in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Instantly I realise exactly where mine is.
That beautiful place, by the water and the lighthouse.
You took me the first night we met.
The sun rising, wrapped tightly in your arms, in pure silence.
We brace all that surrounds us.
Breathe in the fresh air, take in all that we are together.
You kiss me gently, and whisper in my ear 'I love you'
As I feel your heartbeat as you hold me tight.
I just smile.
All wrongAs the days grow long.All wrong in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And they last forever.
My pain, my ache, my suffering.
Grows more and more intense.
My appetite has belittled.
Im wide awake while I should be asleep.
Watching you leave.
Knowing its affecting me..
and barely affecting you.
I feel pathetic.
and I feel more miserable than ever.
Nights ago, I couldnt sleep.
When I realised, I dont even want to..
want to even THINK of you being intimate.
Intimate with another woman.
Last night, I saw another girl, touch you.
In such an indearing way.
And now my soul feels more ripped apart.
You told me 'we'll be happier as friends'
Scratch out the we, and insert only you.
For I have completely broke down.
Nobody has any words to say.
But that they are sorry.
Sorry that I have to go through this.
Sympathy doesnt help.
I need you in my life.
If you arent, nothing will feel right.
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
I will now proceed to outline the costs of filming this episode and explain how you can help out, so I can release this episode for everyone here on DeviantArt, and make MORE episodes in the future, using already purchased props to make this the FIRST DeviantArt hosted, and fan sponsored TV show.
Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
sequential"i want this - all of it"sequential in Free Verse More Like This
there are people who know
nothing about you but they will put their
jaws around your heels and their teeth will feel like
spines encircling your ankles
no matter what, you must never let them
even if the blood is running down your feet onto the
ground you must keep pulling
"- and when i woke up this
morning, i wasn't scared anymore"
it is funny how little you can
do to get yourself into trouble
one mis-step and you are flattened by a
a couple more swallows and gulps, you are
intoxicated for three more days
in the ivy green leaves where sunlight filters
through and through, the road is dappled like
a horse's back and in the car we barely saw the
girl walking at the side of the
road holding her shoes in one hand
"i was so scared and he put his
arms around me"
"you mean -?"
and when i wake up for real
daisies are turning their white eyes to the sun
through the bathroom window
screen doors shaking and stunning raw
redi am stillred in Free Verse More Like This
running up hills
choking on flat oxygen
drunk days after
the houses are all sunken in their
graves you see
you see, now
in all radiance,
the sun and god almighty
in the monk days of summer
counting our breaths in the still and waiting for the
time to come when they shatter like
condensation and pregnant
in the heartbreak of time spent backwards we
relive our old sorrows
you are longing for your old exhales
i am crawling back into the womb
asphyxiateyou spoke lastly of herasphyxiate in Free Verse More Like This
the rising sea hushed by feathers
white as the foam
a motor's long hymm and the
sputter of both a dying man and the
engine of your father's boat as the waves
began to swallow it
we are all drowning, you see
i am cruxified on the
mast of your arms
of a T in the distance,
letters over cardboard and tanned skin
scrambing and scratching at
the last breath, a
piece to knaw on with century
old teeth yellow in the death
we have always been drowning
she will never get enougha nervous bird flapping itsshe will never get enough in Free Verse More Like This
wings inside of my chest slowly
caving in like bending
back and holding on with your
drunk hands that will
turn your arms into rubber the
and because i have been limp for
so long, i don't want you to
taste so wrong anymore
getting back to how we
unbroken and when my heart was still
before beehives in my head and empty
space in my mouth where nothing
compares or is simply
first in a while-first in a while in Free Verse More Like This
this might be all
and i love you like a winter
breath, you always are the
winner to me
nyloni don't want to look at my legs ornylon in Free Verse More Like This
walk into a store to buy new tights
when the old ones don't
i am sick of trying to get my
self back into little
my fingers are flame and
everything else is dynamite
devilsi will put on a sour shirt and write stickydevils in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies about love and how my head isn't
aching, that my stomach is
flat as a board and that my hair will always
be down that i don't
miss getting drunk and that i will wash
clean every night instead of getting up to put on more
my skin is still warm but i don't
know what feeling is any
sunshinewe do not remember thesunshine in Free Verse More Like This
drought in our books
when our fingers dig into the dusty soil
it all comes up
the earth regurgitates into my shaking
the sun has burned them brown
i do not remember the rain but i know it
in my dirty shirt and being
the way my eyes hurt
in the morning
breakeri keel over like a boat and miss youbreaker in Free Verse More Like This
the light tastes of dust and sulphite -
crumbling lead in my fingers
you are yellowbird's nest of youryou are yellow in Free Verse More Like This
eyes and eggs of your
cheeks; blue of
course and of the
suckling beaks and
mis-spelled rain of
may and alexander
brandy spilled all over
you, stains of water on your
turned the amber of the
mesozoic era and honey and a field of wheat
lips of your red,
red feet cherries burst on
a place on your
wrist of homo habilis
"god bent your bones
for the greater good" -
heads bowed down over a
dishcloth and everything
forgotten, meant to be remembered
MigrationWe're drifting in the eveningMigration in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dreaming with the leaves.
The autumn holds a moment
a portent in the eaves;
The season heaves
Brown skeletons are gleaming.
The clouds are only swallows
borrowed from bare trees.
The washing canvas sky
Dries with arrows of geese;
A watcher breathes
In cloudy gasps, and grows.
AfghanYesterday I saw a Defender,Afghan in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
abandoned on a narrow pass.
It was a quiet shock, to see it alone,
to see how deeper stains had grown
on the ragged fabric of the driver's side.
In a different darkness, in another life,
people stopped here, centuries ago.
Washed their faces in the ancient light
of the stars and felt hard poppy seeds blow
As opiate seconds, to a finite end
Hidden in the moonlit dust of the land
Solitude isAbsence is not darkness,Solitude is in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
only the channels between
islands of light lining streets,
a golden figure seen
from breathy steps.
Solitude is a seven-starred cape,
black pavements pass like minutes
The alleys of isolation stretch
and gape, with well-lit limits.
Evening Bus StopI am late for nothing.Evening Bus Stop in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Staring into the robin's egg sky,
watching my breath tumbling
to cloud about me.
There is a bus coming.
The light is fading.
Growing numb about the edges,
of frosted steel railings
and heavy molten hedges.
There is a bus approaching.
Fiery tree before me,
swallow the wintry sunset.
As a fading reddish memory.
In similar shades, I know we met,
many times, and we were happy.
Lego and RainbowsIt used to be simpler.Lego and Rainbows in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Workloads were lego
and gameboys were bigger.
The world was greater
when rainbows were an end
to be followed, by the intrepid
and yelling storm-chaser.
How to spend my gains,
when youth drifts further
and further away?
On more lego? The toyseller
would laugh and say
I was mad. So I shall show
to the world that I am old-
Swear on my quietly thinning soul,
at rainbow's end I found no gold.
ProphetHe came to the city as a child,Prophet in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
breastfed on the traffic lights.
Bawled endlessly, while his mother
Went to school every other day,
the usual story - escaped in a dream.
Then youth passed away, and a father came,
in the shape of a small-time Manhattan pimp,
and blossom fell streaming from every tree.
In that great city - by January,
the boy was newly teasing death.
In one way or other, walking the streets,
asking after meth.
With a half formed but horrible,
brown bag smile.
He clutched the last secret to his chest,
bowed his head, and deeply inhaled.
The prophet stumbled through,
steeped avenues, to an ancient square
where his faithful flock collected.
From polite rows,
they welcomed this approach.
As he strode to his pulpit,
dependable Mr Jones,
defecated on his stooped shoulder.
And all the pious host,
snickered at this well worn skit.
One day amongst a crowd he cried:
"I will feed the multitudes".
And right there- he turned water to wine
Fell down to his kn
The Charnel HouseThere is a place,The Charnel House in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and there is not a place
with one million rooms.
And in every cheaply
someone rolls the news.
A masklike orange patriarch
featureless over thoughts.
Below a tortuous flickering bulb,
in every room a box-
muted and all meaning lost.
A myriad displaced shapes,
crash about in ringing gloom
In the darkest place:
We are moths-
One in every room.
Digital ScaffoldRoped intoDigital Scaffold in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a ponderous swing.
Of opinions, and
We accused Saddam
of hanging around,
White science in his
And where do the dead
Does a boatman wait
on the Hudson shore,
I suppose any answer
is pure binary.
The end of your world
will be screened shortly
and rated three stars.
Contest Entries WORDRivulets in SandContest Entries WORD in Free Verse More Like This
Why yes, I did fall in love with the deep azure skies
They were shining and there was never a cloud in sight
I would gaze at the varying hues and breathe a sigh
And yes, I did fall in love with the honey-toned earth
I marveled at how it could run in rivulets
Like a stream dancing across my tread-worn leather boots
But no, I never fell in love with the scarlet lights
That left a trail blazing for any who dared follow
To echo my footsteps was to hear this rifle take flight
Dear, I never fell in love with my own sable tones
The tracks of the tires are the only trenches
that are left in the paths where soldiers march;
as children once dreamt of green and back camouflaged toys,
now they wear it, as dirt, thick brown and gray vests.
Mantles of plastic and steel
shroud from bullets a body of fear
which knows not how to it doom will come
nor whose trigger will fall from.
Pointing and firing, silent commands from a screen
Infinite Sorrow, Here I StayI have an acheInfinite Sorrow, Here I Stay in Free Verse More Like This
inside this hollow chest.
How is there pain
This body; crumpled up like paper
Lungs on the brink of collapsing
I prepare myself for the inevitable
"Breathe, breathe, breathe."
My lungs aren't functioning.
When you tell me to
"Breathe, breathe, breathe,"
all that comes to mind is
"Think of your dreams, think of your dreams."
I stumble and fall to the ground
I can't avoid your grasp on me
Forever to you I am bound
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't leave.
So now here we lie,
In the wake of pitiful destruction.
What is the excuse for our dreams of dismay?
I cannot fight any longer for your heart to stay.
I feel my thoughts spiral downwards,
I can't control how I feel and what words I say,
All I need is to pull away from you now,
And yet I can't, held close to you, here I stay.
red button-downthe scent of lilacks and stag-red button-down in Free Verse More Like This
nant water lingers in the air
when you are present.
of the dust
of the hope
of the strife,
carry the smell throughout
you're (almost) homeless.
all alone, with no one to share the
bright-white walls in that
structure you call 'home.'
the red button-down sweater
you wear is a tad too large;
it billows around the sagging skin
of your fragile body,
the age-old fabric weighing you down.
& the plight of senior-living
and brittle bones burdens
your powerful mind.
(as i sit, never alone, on
the plastic-covered couch,
struggling to find some
rhyme or reason to the stains
of your chipped-porcelain
Love, Hell, and YouThe change is coming. I know it is.Love, Hell, and You in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning and smiling and singing,
I dance my way through life, barely
missing the edge of death.
It'll never be enough.
All I need is love. All I need is you.
I wanted to show you that I could
do two things at once: love and lie.
I proved myself wrong.
What? What time is it? I don't know...
time doesn't matter when you're dead.
Spinning and twirling, and giggling and jumping.
I hate this ballroom---the floors are too hot.
Someone help me out of hell.
I'm so sorry
LoveAs the sky sobbed, and rained downLove in Free Verse More Like This
wilted roses and spoiled chocolate, I
realized my sky was crying ruined love,
and I wasn't ready.
When will love be immortal, and truth be
pure and free? Was it meant to be this way?
I think not.
Meet my new best friend, heartbreak.
He'll show you the ropes, and teach you
some tricks. He's been doing this for years...
That's why he reminds me of you.
Swimming in the hasel of your eyes,
I almost drowned. Drowned in love.
You were my love, but something happened.
Tears and fake smiles. Text messages and glances.
Meaningless hugs and faux-friendly little waves.
Hating, dying, and crying. Apologies and petty attention.
This is all love is nowadays. When will you be back?
chains and anchorsi've heard pain.chains and anchors in Free Verse More Like This
at the height of
that last musical note
is when i truly felt
the pain seeping
deeper and deeper
into my old brittle bones.
i've tasted pain, too.
no, it wasn't bittersweet.
it wasn't rusty or salty
or spicy or burnt-tasting.
believe it or not, it was
fucking delicious. i've never
tasted something so fresh
and powerful and satisfying.
then again, it was your pain,
and we all know that it tastes the best.
pain smells rather petrusive, actually.
to be honest, i don't really like it.
the scent lingers in the air and
clogs my lungs and makes it nearly
impossible for me to suck in little
fistfuls of breath to sustain myself.
believe me, my golden-brown eyes have seen pain.
it was two summers ago at bay village creek.
i saw it right there in mr. fisherman's face.
the tuna and salmon floundering about beneath his
heavy boat didn't like the smell of his bologna sandwich
so he didn't get one single bite all season. what was he
going to tell his starving wife and 8-month old baby
Our Dance in HellWe moved with grace, and eased ourselves into every step.Our Dance in Hell in Free Verse More Like This
We twirled, and spun, and glided.
We jumped, and circled, and shook.
We put the mistakes behind us. There was nothing we could
do about them now.
We held hands. We appreciated the viola and the depressing piano
producing the source of our movements.
It was like we were milk. Smooth, and creamy, being poured.
We were milk burning and on fire. Milk that already went bad.
The glances, looks, pleas, and apologies were too much to handle.
Time to let loose with the beautiful ringing in us.
We spun, and smiled, and cackled, as we shared our dance in hell.
Heart PainsMy soul hurts.Heart Pains in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you have to be so terrible to me?
Don't you think I've had enough?
You hit me where it hurts: Inside.
I am alone here.
The air won't even keep me company.
I'm choking on your words.
When will it stop?
Show me what's out there.
I need to learn, not be taught.
Please make it stop. I'll try to behave.
Why do you do this?
You do it so much, my soul is in pain.
My insides are damaged, beyond God's repair.
I feel nothing but sadness.
Don't lie to me. Tell me when it's going to end.
I really hope it's soon. I want the truth.
Hurry, I'm almost over.
My heart pains I can take no longer.
savedso there's this feeling.saved in Free Verse More Like This
this plain, raw, passionate feeling
that i can't even describe in a few simple words.
old, classic, american-made bricks.
(the kind that broke grandpa's back).
now imagine a lot of those bricks.
a lot a lot.
like 13,291 of them.
that's a lot of bricks, huh?
imagine having to carry a sack
of those 13,291 bricks wherever you went.
you'd get pretty tired, wouldn't you?
thousands and thousands of
rusty pocket knives.
the kind you remember
daddy using when you went camping
with him & mommy & little tommy.
now imagine having those knives
dangle right above your head and
around your body all the time.
no escaping the fear of having your
life taken away from you at any
one wrong step
not happy & inspirational ones like
"dream" & "love" & "freedom" & "peace."
no no no.
i mean disgusting words.
words that make you want to vomit on
and throw punches at the people using them.
Heart Breaker's Assistant "Dance with me, darling, and you'll see. Our lives are falling apart as we speak."Heart Breaker's Assistant in Free Verse More Like This
She says "I love you" when she's dying inside.
She knows what you did, and it kills her to lie about love.
You are nothing but hate.
He says "Of course I'll be there" when he know he'll really just ditch her
and run away with you. The pain inside your fake love shows.
Where are her pain killers?
She cries inside and out when it's 3 in the morning, and he's not home yet.
She knows what he's doing and it hurts her so bad.
Her dignity is what keeps her from making it show.
He says "I'll be back at 6 after work." It's 4:26 in the morning, and he's late.
She cuts herself and tries to bleed out the pain. The stress eats her alive.
Her heart is mangled beyond repair. Why isn't she good enough?
You say "I don't care. Let her suffer. He wants me, and she's ugly anyway. I love him more than she ever will." In reality you're heartless, so it's impossible for you to love.
In truth you're horrid, and have no
Dear AnnabelleDear Annabelle,Dear Annabelle in Free Verse More Like This
Will you be able to (s)top my revenge?
Will you be able to stop the angry feelings I (reluctantly) carry with me everywhere I go?
Will you be able to end the hurt?
Stop the blood?
Will you be able to MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY? TAKE IT, TWIST IT, AND SHAPE IT INTO SOMETHING IT'S NOT? TAKE THE ANGER, AND HATE, AND FEAR AWAY? MAKE-IT-STOP!
What? You---you won't be able to do any of that?
Well then stop (trying to) pretend it's all okay.
Because it's not.
Stop telling me, and (attempting) to show me it'll all go away.
That it'll all go back to normal.
Because it won't.
I don't even know what normal is. I never did.
P.S. Will you be able to respond?
confessionmy writing is justconfession in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the questions that i never
wanted to answer
divulgefor the last time idivulge in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
am saying, get me the hell
away from myself
there's blood on the sheetswhen my nose bleeds you can read my everythere's blood on the sheets in Free Verse More Like This
thought plain across my stark red hands, doves are
swooping down to lather in my red insecurities, they
want to be as pretty as a cardinal, or a ruby, or a
stop smelling my hands for butane, when i am
ready to go under i will alert no one first and myself
last. so stop worrying about me when i pluck cells
from my iris, spreading the plague of my emotions
like oysters baking in the sun.
cease being anything more than cells, and tissue
and organs and organ systems and alive. i'm
crumbling your insides into jars made of others and
when i toss you into lakes, if you float to the surface,
let's call it a baptism.
radioactive nucleicrowning myself the king of epidermis is a blasphemous path only i would take on, smiling wider than the equator, i'm rimming off villages and pillaging cities, i want to gather more emotion, such a crusade can only end in misery and emulated breathing and off set whispers playing pinball between my radio socket of a brain.radioactive nuclei in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when the sun claimed the day and the moon claimed the night, do you think it was war? do you think they ripped out their tracheas and served their spleens for a sunday feast? or wait, is my definition of war formed around subordinate messages that my heart is sending my brain and earthquakes of my cuticles are splitting the fibers thin and wide, parasites are slithering their way between nuclei and cellular respiration is just fancy terminology for the energy i'm burning away on breathing.
tendons pulled from my fibula are being used as rubber bands and machine guns and maybe even to hang my swing from the bedroom window. a writer is a no good son of a bitch, abusin
next timeyou told me you were doing me a favor,next time in Free Verse More Like This
you never told me you were stripping me
of my emotional rights, butchering the word
love between my two front teeth, and can you
please remember for at least five seconds
that i am just some silly boy stuck in his
own world, far, far from reality. and as
delusional as it may sound, fucking with his mind
isn't an art, and we may be art kids but
i know where to draw the line between
pure art, and simply dying.
if it isn't how i imagined it,
then what control do i have anymore?
i want to be able to rip the seams of my
own shirt, wash my hands a hundred times
over if need be, now can you please stop
being my mother, start being my friend,
and cease being my lover.
if adam and eve can fuck over the human race
and have a book written about them, then
why the hell can i not fuck you over,
tell you to leave, kick you out the back door,
i know i am harsh, but i am too scared
not to be.
so next time, allow me to
strip away my own skin,
singe off my own ment
butane promisesi use to be such a scared little boy,butane promises in Free Verse More Like This
always running from nothing,
and screaming for everything,
and laughing and crying.
but now i am numb, sealed at the soul,
tapered at the seams, i no longer
have a pulse in rhythm or a hair in line,
i run circles around ant piles and lakes and large streams,
i want to feel alive for more than five seconds and it almost feels nice for once, but
it never satisfies what i lost, what was taken from me, what i never had.
for the last time, i am not going to count
or whisper, or scream out loud.
if i am going to die, it may as well be
silence, passion screeching against the upstairs wall,
i repeat my name over and over and over,
and maybe if i etch the letters into my skin,
maybe finding my emotions won't be as
hard as i thought it would be.
the reason i stole black pens was
to trace the lines that crack my hand
and spread the cuticles and break the cells,
creating maps of multi-continent story telling
nothings, maybe i will find a forest filled with
wellhonest to God, iwell in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
don't think i'm quite ready to
be honest with God
oceanic nowheresno matter how many times i refer to oceanic analogies my words and wisdom won't growoceanic nowheres in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
with the mention of the atlantic, or the mumble of the pacific or the god damn indian ocean
if you are trying to be an independent original for the first time in your seventeen or so odd
years on this rotating blue and green mass we call a planet that has countless wonders
shoved in its corners and crevices but i am lacking the ability to lift my limbs across the
prime meridian, down the equator, and past oceans full of bullshitted metaphors.
i lack no ability when it comes to tracing your ribcage, god dammit there i go again referring
to bones and designated pretty objects located between the fibers of your skin, their cool
touch reverberating against my pale pigmentation that conceals these thoughts and
emotions, blood running in counter clock wise directions towards my toes and away from my
head, i swear it is fleeing from what turns this boy into walking disaster.
maybe i'll traverse around, rippin
skeletaland if i end upskeletal in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a starving artist, at least
i will be skinny
O Dan Rot.Dan Rot, a manO Dan Rot. in Free Verse More Like This
of considerable comic timing
who came on rackety wings around the globe
in thirty days or so,
visiting once again with a night on his heels
copping feels on innocent ladies pillowed in bathtubs,
i was black like night
and i was ringed in rainfall
i was so glorious
a spiraling psyche led me to one thing
and this town never could have contained me
a spinning science to my insanity
bends in the system and curves of the power lines
a beauty to plywood and splinter breaks that cannot be defined
bends in the path, a northward slide
strand you in a parking lot
i was vicious and viscous
and i was perfect
as i die i know you have too
as i fade over snapped trees
all is quiet and all is dead
and i curved away.
Ms. Civit, a woman
of considerable jazz influence
who culled in her snatch fifty thousand
squirming little nothings
ravished by the callous allure of Mr. Rot
(who raped her mercilessly,)
on the ground on the ground and the fever is rising
upside down min
My Pistanthrophobia.the star she bought for me exists far awayMy Pistanthrophobia. in Free Verse More Like This
i've never seen it myself
i don't think i ever will
sometimes i wonder if space has a shape
if emptiness could fill you up and keep you
the question that has begged answers
in my mind has always been
a tie between
why and how
but now it's always to whom
my hands tremble at the thought of giving
anything to anyone
since birds fly away, and that is all they ever do
i've done something to the back of my skull
and it pulls me backwards out the door
whenever you approach expecting lesser forms of
the hook and line could pull me up
into the atmosphere where no one
cares to try and take my heart out
stomp it on the dirty ground
and i can't take love seriously
it always fall flat on the earth
and gravity is my one guarantee
in this bed
the star does not exist, there's nowhere to attach
my lift, up there the sky is black, the city light
drowns out the clouds in dark orange
it starts pouring
they say that standing out the rain can give you colds
Three HaikusSoon salivating,Three Haikus in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The haters pretend to be--
Their opposites now.
Their bodies glisten
As they are swiftly transformed--
Into sex-crazed beasts.
Where once were black coals
The stars flash-burn our eyelids--
Forced to remember.
Inconsideration.The ground above a dangling boyInconsideration. in Free Verse More Like This
Swung with wind, a pendulum toy
Bright blue short shorts bunched on thighs
Red with gravity and sunburn skies
Consciousness set in
What easy prey for such a beast---
It was a carnal feast of figurative size
The man with the switching knife walked by
Able to cut through bones and rope
But unwilling to, unwilling to. . . .
Consideration in lack,
The shirtless boy screamed
His lungs impressing his fragile chest
But the rest, but the rest
Passed by in a fog of steam.
The invisible boy screamed
But the Inconsideration
Grinned so proud
All it's teeth
Too busy to eat
To busy themselves to eat
Anything would be a burden
Venus fly traps beat at flies
They wait until they slowly die---
Blood floods the brain with the whole world watching
The skin with the peel
"Haole rot, Haole rot," natives speak
Although the slav
Perennial LoveIf anything you were the master of the garden;Perennial Love in Free Verse More Like This
Your draping jewels potting soil smears
Up to your shoulders, sunburnt ears
As your crown, until the ground would harden
If anything you were my Philemon
The one I was meant to be intertwined with
Forever; but the gods forgot our myth
And left us for cosmic commons
If anything were to ever console you
It should be that we are separated by soil
Something so familiar with the smallest recoil
And you'll be back to hydrangeas of blue
But sweet, an orchid must die from time to time
An iris' stem sometimes snaps from its weight
Dew drops on your petals, don't be alarmed
I have returned to a natural state
(feeding the tulips, I'm in the blooms)
The growing season has arrived
I was picked in the harvest
Flowers, some grow forever
But I was an annual,
Your dear, sweet,
O O OBuild the 4th wallO O O in Free Verse More Like This
Fell in a
Bleach white hymnal
Empress of shiny things
Is she the mother of pearl?
In the milky eyes of the prophet girl
Has a theater
And puppet strings
The simpler things
Sincerely,Such a shame to let looseSincerely, in Free Verse More Like This
That I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing
But pretending seems to work so well;
You all claw at plasticine symbols
The letters deplored with a swish of the ink well.
Calligraphic self destructions mean something to somebody
Over an ocean with eyes so slight as to shine in the darkness,
Glinting in robes of black on the rooftops of rich dynastics
And the rhymes of yesterday creeping to the forefront,
Reminding me just of how hopeless hopelessness is--
The assonance of a retreating boxcar
Is steaming into the backdrops of consciousness.
Is it time to rewind somewhere?
The visages of paintings only mean so much
To the blind bats on cave walls in cavernous reaches
Of static television snow drifts.
It seems that you and I have come to the biggest of filamentous rifts:
Sifting between now and then we have mind-skips
Of epic proportion, a sickened distortion
Of all of the children left in their contortions
It's all leprosy in my eyes
Since the skies are burning d
ventyou look so dashing, you need red goggles, you could be the red baronvent in Free Verse More Like This
the world is empty but with you it felt like i was something
rip me apart outside of the car wash
you are more important than me
you are more important than living
sometimes you are just so stupid though...
every time the road turned as i drove away
i thought about going straight
into the river
into the lake
i went to your mother's grave but she wouldn't talk to me
you told me to scream at you but instead I'll just watch AFV
and pretend you don't exist and pretend that you weren't all i needed
i don't think i'll ever understand why you thought 'just friends' was a good idea
Ode To A Broken HeartLoneliness eats away at my breast,Ode To A Broken Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorrow, gripping my heavy heart in my chest.
My eyes burn with brimming tears to spill,
But not one falls. Still
Is the world, and silent, and cold.
At death's door am I, though neither sick or old.
In one hand, I clutch my dying faith,
As my spirit fades to but a wraith.
None but those who too plod this path
Can empathise. I'm trapped in misery's lowly grasp.
AngelHe gazed at her longingly, and when she turned from him, he breathed a mournful sigh. Her hair ruffled slightly in the sudden draft of iced air, though it was mid-July.Angel in Short Stories More Like This
He lightly placed his fingers on her shoulders, and her head shot up.
Yes, he thought, yes...
He ran a finger lightly down her spine, swerving to the right to trace her hip, before retracing his feather-light touch to her shoulders, where his long elegant fingers entangled themselves in her rippling auburn hair.
Yes! He practically screamed at her, leaning forward to envelope her in a tight embrace. I'm here.
She shivered at his touch, drawing her coat together, and zipping it up, pretending, for just a moment that it helped to nullify the tingling sensation that accompanied the ice in her skin.
For the briefest fleeting blink, time stood still and she could have sworn there was a person holding her tightly...
And then she opened her eyes, shook herself mentally and moved away f
A Favoured Place Of MagicMy favourite place, let me think. I have to admit its tricky, I have memories going back 15 years, each of which takes me somewhere different. But I think, though its an extremely close call, I have to choose a place I visited years ago, far away from my homeland.A Favoured Place Of Magic in Emotional More Like This
No words in specific come to mind when I recall my time here. Breathtaking, perhaps, wild, inspiring. They are all to dull in comparison... But colours come to mind. Bright and vivid and so, very, alive! The deep, soulful blue of the Lapiz-lazuli river, snaking elegantly through emerald forests, deceiving in its calm and soothing exterior, hiding the strong, swift, and icy current ready to snatch you away should you go too deep. The iris-and-teal tinged sparkle on the scales of the sleek fish darting beneath the water surface, then leaping, as if attempting to become masters of the sky as well as the river, high into the air, sunlight glittering as they flap their muscled tails before plunging back with a shimmering splash. T
Dear GodDear God,Dear God in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know I don't usually pray,
I don't give thanks every day,
I never go to Sunday mass,
But of you one thing I must ask.
Please make me forget,
Every memory that I regret,
Make me fall and bang my head,
That every memory is dead.
Let my recollections fade,
Let me know none of the friends I've made
Let me recognise my family not,
Let my history become a big black blot
I don't care what price you ask,
I promise I'll do for you, any task,
But please, my Lord first let me be free
Of all these torturous memories.
AuraBursting with colour,Aura in Free Verse More Like This
My soul shines brightly;
Passionate Reds, for lust and love,
Glowing Orange for friendship and warmth,
Bubling Yellow for happiness and mirth,
Calming Greens for peace and tranquillity,
Mysterious Blues for wisdom and curiosity,
Majestic Purple for manners and humility,
Angelic White for purity and peace,
Shadowy Black for hatred and regret,
Dazzling Gold for spirituality and faith,
Shimmering Silver for clarity and logic,
And a deep, rich velvety Brown,
I Have A DreamI dream of a girl. Often. I know this girl so very well; and yet, she is a stranger to me. We once were like one, but now, time has separated us. This girl, so old in some ways, yet, so young and naive in others; giving away everything but herself, her heart, her trust; though there are many surrounding her with welcoming arms to receive it. One by one, left in the cold, they freeze, and move away to find warmth. She cries after them, reaches out; but they are ghosts now. Passing easily through the walls she has built around herself, until she is alone in her self-built dungeon, with no one but her mind to talk to.I Have A Dream in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I dream of a girl often, who dreams of another girl. But she rarely sleeps through the night. This girl shields her eyes in a mask of black; simultaneously begging the world to notice the one way she can speak, yet forbidding anyone to look closely. This girl is a mass of black; black heart, black soul. Black and red. Red blood. And indeed, there is much blood, pouring down
ScreamBubbling up from deep inside me,Scream in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A burning cry, that tries to drive me.
Raising up, raising up,
I try to push it down.
It squirms in an effort to get out,
Trying, dying to be let out.
Raising up, raising up,
I try to push it down.
Baring my teeth, straining against it,
It hurts to fight, I will not make it.
Raising up, raising up
I try to push it down.
Its too strong I cant restrain it,
Its too big, I cant contain it.
Raising up, raising up,
My scream of rage comes out.
Dear Diary...Dear DiaryDear Diary... in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And so it begins. The nightly or not so nightly considering who it is that is writing, ritual of putting pen to paper and allowing thoughts to flow. But why bother? Why set these thoughts free? There is no one to read them but myself, and they are so deeply entrenched onto my consciousness, sub-consciousness, and even the layer below that. The one from which dreams that are prophecy arise. The one on which absolute truth sits.
These thoughts resound around one central idea. One character if you will, from my own personal fairy-tale. Though it's just one word really Not even a word a name.
A chant in my mind. A spell perhaps, that I weave around myself; it wouldn't surprise me if this was all just magic after all.
Because in my world, nothing of such dreamary could be real.
On The Precipice Of DeathStab me with shards of broken glass,On The Precipice Of Death in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let blood run free to choke my gasps.
Mutilate my every bone,
Snap my jaw, stop my moans.
Gouge out my eyes with rusted nails,
Peel off my skin, force me to hell.
Use a crowbar to crush my head,
Kick me when down, leave me for dead.
But never, ever, kiss me sweet,
Hold me, or sweep me off my feet.
Falling for you brings me to cry,
If you loved me too, I'd surely die.
So torture me, however you will,
But please never go in for the kill...