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not even einstein was a bitch for science.when i close my eyesnot even einstein was a bitch for science. in Free Verse More Like This
there's this thing i feel in the pit of my chest
that sits on the top of my lungs, pulling
with each coming second
a tic that reaches to the marrows of my bones
and each cell on the tip of my tongue
and the nerves in the lowest vertebrae
and the crook of my muscles - -
but set close
** BODIES CLOSE
there's something in my heart that wants you
with the force of colliding trains -
the talk when our bodies move still
the pulling of lashes on skin
the click of knuckles over fabrics
the folding of lips on lips
we will dance in the traffics of our beds
more alive than any other stupid children.
** BUT DON'T MO
'queer' for the skinfinger-tipped cigarettes,'queer' for the skin in Free Verse More Like This
please don't touch me.
i am only the girl next door
with coal eyes and pale lips-
the blankest of blankest lips.
i am only i am, i am only me,
i am only the sickest me without being
too much of me, the sickest me
of you and me,
i am not a god-complex with legs.
i am not the her with lying, buckled knees,
with all those smiles cutting into her skin,
i am not her- the her
with closets poison on her lips.
she is just a skin-cratered dream.
maremare in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i feel like
i want to fly
but i know when i die
i'll wake up
i'd rather die than live not knowingeven in the early morning,i'd rather die than live not knowing in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes are the shape of dusk-
the type of thing that is
half asleep, yet so awake
in the perfection of blues
oranges and whites.
i tell him they're pretty things,
the thing i'd love to wake up to
everyday, but he sighs, and tells me
they're not the type of thing
worth remembering.
i ask why, and his lips tweak
in this sort of paled, half-mooned
shape, letting out a deep, tired sigh.
i feel them with my fingertips, i watch
the confection of his eyes moving
back and forth to the shape of my face-
the sort of dance that is done in the midst
of thinking- the kind of thoughts that are
the most worth
everything on my tonguethere are ghosts on my lips-everything on my tongue in Free Verse More Like This
sweet smelling, they are
like sugar. a vulgar, sweet
sugar.
not really kisses, i know,
but bitter as kisses, i think,
coffee and eyes on eyes
trailing like cities,
caffeine on the folding sheets
rapping to our corneas,
dilating. craving to skin.
but sweet they are
like drifting fingers
on sailing nails.
but this lying- it brings
bitter salts under my tongue
and the inner folds of my lips
when i speak.
it puts the saltiest of oceans
to shame.
i know, i say. i know.
her, she says, no. no.
they are only ghosts.
untitledi have something in my pocketuntitled in Free Verse More Like This
that is dangerous
but one could never want-
it gives me little cramps
in my chest, drawls at the dries
in my eyes, cradles on my vertebrae,
bites down on my knees and grinds.
it leaves me sickened
slain, they say
by all their wicked tongues,
drunk. drunk on the hardest
of stone foot-steps,
drunk, on the coldest, fleshed
and boned carpets.
raw, i am,
from eyes and rubbed fingertips.
but i can't i am
without having an i am.
humans can't be numb, they say,
humans can't be raw, they say,
they have to feel what they feel,
they have to be what they be,
but i can't
not with what's in my pocket
in blueblinking eyes,in blue in Free Verse More Like This
why can't i have all the smiles
of dustened piano keys
breathing roses and parting lips,
the closing me with the folds
of the blues in concave,
rocking eyes and cradled
chests
you are the burning touch,
the burn to the touch
when you're under my skin
show me,
i don't know what beautiful
means anymore, what beautiful
is anymore
because art won't take me back, i say
it drowns me under covers and sheets
and burns my fingertips with all of
the magazine covers, pillows and mourning
and leaves your coffee-stained skin
break me purpleyou are the drunken wavesbreak me purple in Free Verse More Like This
to the earthen ocean
under my soles,
the sick backbone-ache
for the weak
the cage
and the unshed shell
for safe eyes, shattered dams
as i weep
tomorrowbreathing.tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
binding ropes, pointed sheets
and careful skies- i have all the oceans,
new days, richest nights and brightest
mornings
when i have the feeling
of the roughest rocks
under the soles of my feet-
the wood and splinters in my toes,
the cold metal to my arms,
the most frozen of fingers
pressed to my back.
arms are poison when they're numb;
ever is different when you can feel.
leaning, i have the air against my skin,
the deepest of skies breathing down my neck,
the poison of cradling eyes.
maybe being human is knowing how to feel alive;
maybe being human is knowing when to be alive.
black and white, knight eyes,
printblue windows, he saysprint in Free Verse More Like This
why can't i have all the blinds,
choosy birds and clouded eyes
too wide open, he knows
but the winged fingers, beaked lips
and beaming eyes
are all too tempting-
why can't he have it all,
the rivered skies and blurred
whites, the flaking palms and
kaleidoscope eyes, branched feet
and lipped suns,
but the newsprint says no,
too far from glass it says, and he knows,
but blue windows lie.
fog.have you ever driven throughfog. in Free Verse More Like This
a fog so thick that you can part it
with your fingers? a fog so dense
that you stick your hand through
the car window and watch it disappear?
these special fogs press
heavy on your eyes and ears,
fill the dips of your collarbone,
quiet the murmurs living
inside your throat.
before i drove through this mountain
and through this fog there were bills
to pay and children to teach, people
i hated and people i loved. there were mental
disorders and electrocardiograms. fears.
now there is only the positioning
of my hands. a steering wheel. a whisper
in my ear that says "drive carefully."
a cliff a
the soccer game.the thing is, i needthe soccer game. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the deer to mean something.
-
i go to the soccer game and smile
and nod while something furious
inside of me is screaming.
a deer appears while the sun
is setting and it's like a scene
from a movie: green grass and gold rays
that spread out, tingeing our feet
with one last bit of wednesday.
everyone watches the deer and makes
noises of appreciation and i look
around and i think to myself
"okay, this is it, i am happy."
-
the deer is watching me and i try
to decide if it's a metaphor.
i want the deer to be death, see,
to represent fucking or blacking
out or apathy or loneliness.
someone does something
march 24th, 2008.there is a chinese proverb that says your teeth will fall out if you tell lies.march 24th, 2008. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i used to always dream my teeth would crumble from my mouth and lay glittering on the street like coins. i used to dream that the slightest touch jarred them loose, knocked them from my jaw leaving only swells of broken tissue behind. i used to dream of rivulets of blood streaming from the corners of my mouth, of thirty two pieces of myself lying naked on the ground, thirty two tooth fairies that would never come. i used to dream of screaming.
"you know," said my psychology TA, "to dream of losing one's teeth is very common. it typically means that you're concer
heart crossed.heart crossed. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"who's that kid?" i ask, pointing at the boy whose hair cannot decide if it is red or gold. he holds a basketball in his small hands, bouncing it, once, twice, before putting it through the hoop in a perfect arc.
"james," the counselor responds, and leans closer. "he's a foster kid, you know."
i don't know.
the boy turns at that moment and catches me watching him. unthinkingly i form my thumbs and index fingers into a heart and flash it at him. he nods to his teammates and leaves the court, climbing the bleachers to where i sit.
"did you see my shot?" he asks.
"yes." pause. "i'm kelsey."
"i know," he says, and runs back to his game.
at
thirteen ways of looking at--one crow sorrowthirteen ways of looking at-- in Free Verse More Like This
two crows joy
three crows a wedding
four crows a boy
five crows silver
six crows gold
seven crows a secret
that has never been told.
---
i suppose my secret is that i never told him that he is a blackbird.
he is all sleep-crooked eyelashes, dark and glossy, and his wingspan
is over seven feet long which seems big enough to pull down the sky.
i could tell him about birds as cliche symbols but his mouth is forceful,
his body is warm and needy and there is no room for literature in bed.
my hands flutter needlessly against his shoulders and i hope
i am a bird of paradise but in truth i am no bird at all.
i gue
waiting.he has been there for so long that the girl sometimes wonders if he is part of the beach, if the seaweed and shells fuse themselves to his ankles at night and grow over his browned legs like ivy. he is always still, so still, eyes focused on something distant in the waves that the girl can't quite see, though she tries. the man has a face like a creased paper bag and she finds herself wishing that she could see inside his head.waiting. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she watches him all day from the corner of her eye but no one ever joins him in his vigil. he is alone in casting shadows that grow longer and longer as the sun sets. the girl wonders what it is like to be so alone an
Thank You, Slater.I used to go to the nearby campus coffee shop in the early evenings, armed with a pen, a blank notebook, and writer's block. The sense of loneliness was unspoken but well accounted for.Thank You, Slater. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always shared coffee-counterspace with the same boy, who never smiled or talked and who had a penchant for bedhead and argyle sweaters. He liked to lean back on his stool, balancing precariously as he read novels, and I liked to pretend I wasn't watching him watch me. We coexisted in quiet companionship, thrived quietly under fluorescent lighting which sometimes caught his thick-framed glasses.
His novels changed while my notebook remained the same; his do
dahlia girl.i used to let you backhand me acrossdahlia girl. in Free Verse More Like This
the face because crying turned you on.
your palm stung and burned my cheeks
bright red, but it was strangely beautiful.
you called me your little dahlia, your little
candleflame, and kissed my jaw where
your fingers left treadmarks.
you said:
"love means making sacrifices."
i said nothing, just wiped away a few
premature tears and traced the fireworks
blooming on my face.
you used to fall asleep in the grass with
me, and we'd wake up with petals stuck
in our eyebrows and grass stains on our
lips. our lazy kisses tasted like rain.
i say:
"love means throwing handfuls of grass at
each ot
my heart beats in dialtones -chello?my heart beats in dialtones -c in General Fiction More Like This
maybe there are too many things i’ve been waiting to say.
___
hello robert.
you don't have to call me back, but i wanted to tell you that i love you. i love you and that messy printing you always use to write the inaccurate equations that lead to my heart. i love you and the beautiful mess you are that smiles when i pick up trash in my pretty pink dress that i say makes me look fat but you tell me that i never could because i am as thin as the ice that covers me when you aren't around. i love you even though you never answer your phone; even though i've been calling you for years and you never left me any messages. R
you're a series of unconnected thoughtssometimes i wonderyou're a series of unconnected thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
if it's really true--
if history really does just
repeat
& repeat
& repeat.
and now we're stuck in its loop where
you're holding everything back
and i'm holding everything in.
and there's nothing to do,
but hope for the best
or at least something better.
but for now, i just wonder
if there's anyone else
who misses quite as much
as i do.
it's never enough to remember,
but it's always too much
to forget.
it's only as bad as you say.my heart beat still skips like stones. and i can almost see the breaks in the surface from where all these misconstrued feelings ripple out and dissipate. like drops of water on my window pane, bleeding together and streaming away. like dust in our airways, inhaled, exhaled and slowing settling until my whole world is covered with a thick layer of grime and i'm left wondering if this is what love is supposed to feel like.it's only as bad as you say. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it is, right?
because otherwise, i'm shy of the mark and even shyer of finding something new to waste my time on since these lips—they don't move as much as they should because i tend to let my heart do all the talkin
I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.I hope it's worth it when I'm gone. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a
gravitational collapseI remember being seven years old, sitting at our scratched kitchen table and being able to see the moon through the reflective glass of the window over the sink. And I remember being terrified, because here I was sitting in same place and already the whole world had shifted and moved and rotated and spun and tilted and hurled through space at a rate so quick I could never comprehend it. To me, this was the sort of mystery you didn't try to solve.gravitational collapse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember being curled up against the solid frame of your body with your right hand claimed in between both of mine. Our pale skin blending together as I traced constellations on your palms. You la
we're never what we think.at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.we're never what we think. in Free Verse More Like This
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months—
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of
confessions of lostwithoutyou.i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true.confessions of lostwithoutyou. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
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i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food i’ll ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melt
I collect bad decisions.I don't miss it anymore.I collect bad decisions. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
These last few weeks we've learned more about ourselves than we ever hoped to know. We've met the monsters that live under our skin and make our old lives seem distant like memories. Like someone we used to know once upon a time and half forgot. An uncomfortable reminder that the people we've become aren't necessarily the best people we could be.
But, darling, we get by.
You used to always tell me that talk was cheap. Or worthless, even. You told me just because I was still speaking to you didn't mean I was saying a damn thing worth hearing. I mean after all, if you can't say it in a 160 characters, it's not worth
The Beast Inside YouYou blamed everyone elseThe Beast Inside You in Free Verse More Like This
You cursed at god himself
But you never knew,
That it was the beast inside of you
The monster that lead to your fate
The monster that desperately wanted to escape.
Bound and tied, you were left broken
Soft gentle tears, with words unspoken.
So many flaws that nobody sees
The scars that trace your arms and knees.
Only one, Only one has seen.
What you've done, and the help you need.
Tiffany Marie.You're 3,000 miles awayTiffany Marie. in Free Verse More Like This
But someone has never been so close.
Maybe it's destiny, maybe it's fate.
But every moment I cherish, and it's never too late
We take the toughest challenges
We clean them off our slate.
We cry together, smile together
But you're still so far away.
You're always there for me
Through my rights and through my wrongs.
I'm always there for you
Through your battles and your songs.
A sweet melody, sometimes quiet
Sometimes sad.
I'm always there for you
If it's good or if it's bad.
This Life.You take the safe road, but you aren't living.This Life. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You think of the smart moves, but you aren't winning.
When you try to go east, but you always go west.
You always fall the hardest, when you do your best.
And the people you love most knock you down.
You always seem to smile when you want to frown
And what are you hiding behind those pale lips?
In this life, what will you do if this is it?
You can't always have your hand held,
You aren't meant to carry a sword and shield.
Your fragile wings pulled by puppet strings,
When will you ever stand on your own?
In this life, what will you do when its time to walk away?
Will you plead for forgivenes
Best Friends.Just please when you go,Best Friends. in Free Verse More Like This
Don't forget me, you know
That I'll always be there when you cry.
And build sandcastles for me,
While laying on the beach
I'll look up at the stars in the sky.
Home's where the heart is,
But this is just a house,
I'll miss it, when I'm heading west bound.
To be with you daily,
Well I might sound crazy.
But you blow away all my clouds.
And when I am with you,
All the fun that we'd do
You're the closest thing to home I'll have.
Last BreathI cant even speakLast Breath in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My mouth is dry
My throat is sore, but I still try
I can't think, of any words
So have my pen, it's gonna bleed
With everything I've left unsaid
I love you, you're my all
But I'm on the edge and I'm gonna fall.
I lost you once, I lost myself.
I went and came back from hell
I saw the fire, I watched them burn
I went through the underworld (on my own)
So with my last breath
You'll see what you're worth
You're my whole universe
So with my last breath
You'll see what you're worth
You're my whole universe
Romeo and JulietIt's hard to tell how you really feel.Romeo and Juliet in Free Verse More Like This
You've been hurt before, and it feels surreal
When you sit there and in your own way, show you care
I just wish I knew if you really wanted to be there
You were my first kiss,
You let me out of my cage.
My first touch, my first lust
First thirst that I've quenched
I let you take what was little left of my innocence
Because I longed to be with you
I had opportunities before you,
But I never gave in.
At first I thought it was just a phase
But the feelings kept coming and going,
Like how the seasons change.
Maybe they'll be gone one day.
Hopefully, it goes away soon
It's forbidden and hidde
Just Say SoWhen I asked you if you loved me,Just Say So in Free Verse More Like This
You said you didn't know.
"Why does it matter so much?"
I said "Cause I want to know."
I still hadn't got an answer,
Either a yes or a no.
You just tease me,
If not just say so.
I know I have a thing for you,
Is it love? I do not know.
I just want you to be happy.
If you love me, just say so.
I won't push you away,
Or tell you to leave
Hell I even thought,
Of you marrying me.
I call you my brother,
but you mean so much more.
You've stayed this long,
Please don't ever walk out the door.
Miles AwayIf home is where the heart is, then I'm not thereMiles Away in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where I should be,
I have no heart here, but the waves are calling me
Maybe the currents will take me home
Not Everyone has the answers
You don't even have them for me.
But I can sense your jealousy
Maybe in your arms is where I belong.
It's time to be completely honest,
I haven't been the most faithful
because I think that I might be in love,
My darling I might be in love with you.
Please don't let that scare you away,
I think about you everyday
You may be in love with someone else
And you're many miles away.
Out here in vainYou get mad at me for silly things.Out here in vain in Free Verse More Like This
I just want to be close to you,
Wanting just to feel you,
And hoping it's the real you.
You argue with me until I say I'm pretty,
And you tease me when you're displeased.
I try to be loving to you,
but then you just push me away.
I hear you laugh at me
When I mutter "I'm ugly"
You deny it with every breath you take.
And call me "babe" with every move you make.
I can't tell if you need me, or just want me.
I can't tell if you'll just dump me.
Leave me stranded alone,
Out here in vein.
Gemini And AquariusIntellectually inclined; You love information.Gemini And Aquarius in Free Verse More Like This
And sharing with me,
Your fascination,
Is something that I admire about you.
People say we'd go great together,
Like a bear and honey,
We're free thinkers, and alike.
But I'm shy, and you're funny.
I'm not the first one to talk,
But I love hearing you.
Soft like summer rain;
And you always have something new.
I love how passionate you are,
About playing your little games.
Wednesday nights I miss you,
And the rest of the week goes back to the same.
We both understand, our need for space.
We might both be in the lust part--but that is just a phase.
I don't like change much, but
the mat that clung to my backmy story was thatthe mat that clung to my back in Free Verse More Like This
love knew me,
& i knew love;
that we embraced,
our limbs interwoven
like the fabric
of the universe.
it has been two weeks,
& i have two freckles
like tooth marks
right where you left
a bruise,
that last time
i saw you,
the last time
i thought maybe
you could love me
as i am.
the sadness of how
mistaken i was
fills me up now
& blossoms like a flower,
hot tea like twigs & branches
within my bones.
my story has changed thus:
i loved
i lost
i fell
apart.
i hope,
more than the number of wishes
made on the stars tonight,
that one day,
you can be in a relationship
with me
instead of my sickness;
the quiet things that no one ever knowsi hope you know i'm nothing.the quiet things that no one ever knows in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
nonfiction love songi am eaten by the sunnonfiction love song in Free Verse More Like This
holes worn in my clothes
from the radiation,
burning a hole
in my stomach
as harsh as the acid
ebbing and flowing,
oceanic,
around the isles
of my teeth.
like an old sweater,
i am unravelling by my threads;
caterpillars breaking
through cocoons,
never metamorphosing
into the butterflies
they could have been,
the very same
as you and me.
now that i have put you
inside of this jar,
chrysalis sticking fragile
to the copper lid,
you have become
someone i could love.
i hold you like a lamb,
tight to my chest
so that my air
is your air,
and our breaths hit
the same measures.
we are synchronising
great peace and beautyi stretch with the branchesgreat peace and beauty in Free Verse More Like This
overhead, so that i might
grow, so that i might
blossom into something
more beautiful, something
more worthwhile, something
infinitely more than myself.
there is a lot of ugliness
involved in love, and we
shield our eyes to it like
it's the blinding sun,
that blinding truth.
please listen when i say
that the air is too thin
to fill us. please listen
when i say that i can now
understand "too thin." i
want you to hear me tell
you i want to get better,
and i want you to stay
around. i am so afraid
that my body won't, but
even more when i realise
your fingers have become
memories like sound, jus
echolaliayou were the taste of something sweetecholalia in Free Verse More Like This
with the foreshadowed promise
of the bitterness that would soon
wash me to sea again.
the nights we spent
beneath blankets-
of clouds and of cloth-
frighten me as much
as they please me
to remember-
the roiling ocean,
lapping at our heels
as we became lovers
under the sky;
the curses and hisses
of an extraterrestrial fire
as you whispered to me
to pay no attention
to the teenagers drunken
on the sand;
to feel your skin
along mine in lines
and your lips,
the same;
the entire inability
to dismiss the songs that
our hearts once sang
as fragmented fantasies
strikes chords of longi
his mother in readingit might've been the weighthis mother in reading in Free Verse More Like This
she gained in her
hips and stomach
while bearing
her only child,
or the heft of responsibility
brought on by jobs and bills
and eviction notices,
but she wasn't beautiful
anymore.
some key element
left her skin empty
and let it sag
and slump like her shoulders.
she looked like wet laundry
hung like papier mache
streamers dragged down
by a cold summer rain.
it choked the life out of her
i can see it in her eyes
in her face
she just sits in front of the television
she doesn't feel love anymore-
telling a story that has no end,
breaking her heart just to feel again-
there is a big nothing
wh
the day the sun never rosewhat do you dothe day the sun never rose in Free Verse More Like This
when your eyes are already
opened
and still,
imprinted on your eyelids
are scenes and thoughts
and typographical imagery
that are thick
like blood,
and enough
to drive you to madness?
i keep your secrets
and even though
my heart still breaks,
my ongoing refusal
to think of you poorly
does not.
at this hour,
you still have me
kept in the dark,
with a longing in the cellar of my stomach;
it never does leave,
does it?
i wait with
bated breath
and rose flavoured tea
clutched like a crux
in my hand
for the intimation
that maybe,
one day,
you can love me
again.
i miss the complete envelopment
of my b
first datei wanted to hold your hand, but i sat on mine instead.first date in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the thing is i wish i were kidding but man,the sky fell when you left.the thing is i wish i were kidding but man, in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
what i cannot understandwhy is itwhat i cannot understand in Free Verse More Like This
naughty
to show
that you would walk
to the ends of earth
to make your lover happy,
to hear him whisper your name
in the shroud of the dark,
to put a smile on his face,
why is it
dirty
to want to make your lover shake,
to press your hands against his chest
as he separates you both
and unites your bodies
in black and white,
why is this filth,
smut,
unclean,
rubbish,
uncivil,
heathen,
untamed,
wild,
disgusting,
disrespectful,
why is it
wrong
to show that you are in love?
DownfallDownfall in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's n
Echo of the past 14 [ENG]Echo of the past 14 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It took 4 hours to translate this chapter
14. The Blonde
Closed eyes.
Head bent back.
Long neck.
Parted lips.
BOOM
Blonde mohawk moved swiftly.
Brows lifted the eye lids followed.
Brown gaze.
Confident and strong.
Staring.
At you.
Hand moving down the cold, vertical stand.
Slowly.
Lightly.
Delicately...
Lips.
Parted again.
Low sound.
Whisper.
Sensual.
Craned neck.
Long fingers leaving red long mark on the skin.
Sliding down the neck.
To his shoulders.
QUIET.
Stare.
At you.
As if there were only him and you.
No one else.
Quiet.
You can hear your breath.
Your heartbeat.
As if in a slow motion.
Eyes. Closing.
Echo of the past 10 [ENG]Echo of the past 10 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from the translator:
This is not a word for word translation. So there will be words missing, or words added when comparing with the original. I gave my best not to change the contents BUT. Sometimes I just had to. The thing is that Kyoux is playing a lot with form and tense, and that made it that bit more difficult to translate. I wanted to leave as much as possible as it is in the original so that the atmosphere and her writing style is reflected. And that might get English people confused sometimes, as it probably would be written differently if the correct English would be used. Of course you'll find mistakes in the text, so please
Echo of the past 09 [ENG]Echo of the past 09 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from the translator:
This is not a word for word translation. So there will be words missing, or words added when comparing with the original. I gave my best not to change the contents BUT. Sometimes I just had to. The thing is that Kyoux is playing a lot with form and tense, and that made it that bit more difficult to translate. I wanted to leave as much as possible as it is in the original so that the atmosphere and her writing style is reflected. And that might get English people confused sometimes, as it probably would be written differently if the correct English would be used. Of course you'll find mistakes in the text, so please
Echo of the past 08 [ENG]Echo of the past 08 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from the translator:
This is not a word for word translation. So there will be words missing, or words added when comparing with the original. I gave my best not to change the contents BUT. Sometimes I just had to. The thing is that Kyoux is playing a lot with form and tense, and that made it that bit more difficult to translate. I wanted to leave as much as possible as it is in the original so that the atmosphere and her writing style is reflected. And that might get English people confused sometimes, as it probably would be written differently if the correct English would be used. Of course you'll find mistakes in the text, so please
Echo of the past 07 [ENG]Echo of the past 07 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from the translator:
This is not a word for word translation. So there will be words missing, or words added when comparing with the original. I gave my best not to change the contents BUT. Sometimes I just had to. The thing is that Kyoux is playing a lot with form and tense, and that made it that bit more difficult to translate. I wanted to leave as much as possible as it is in the original so that the atmosphere and her writing style is reflected. And that might get English people confused sometimes, as it probably would be written differently if the correct English would be used. Of course you'll find mistakes in the text, so please
Echo of the past 17 [ENG]Echo of the past 17 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from translator and author: this chapter took 6h to translate. I know my translations are not perfect. Try it yourself. I'm no genius. Just a fan ; )
Before you start reading the second part [starting with words: "three days..."]
please listen to the soundtrack, link to which you can find down below under the first star.
17. Marcin
- Ohhh...You look terribly awful - said the light haired man as a means of saying hello, standing in the opened door, that only a few days ago were a gateway to freedom.
In the newcomers voice you couldn't actually find an ounce of pity, that the words said in Norwegian, might have suggested. The man pre
Echo of the past 03 [ENG]Echo of the past 03 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
*Author notes available at the beginning of chapter one*
Note from the translator:
This is not a word for word translation. So there will be words missing, or words added when comparing with the original. I gave my best not to change the contents, BUT sometimes I just had to. Of course you'll find mistakes in the text, so please instead of mocking my language skills, just sit back and enjoy a beautiful love story. I decided to try to translate it because I adore their story so much. It would be a pity for others not to be able to read
Echo of the past 02 [ENG]Echo of the past 02 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
*Author notes available at the beginning of chapter one*
Note from the translator:
This is not a word for word translation. So there will be words missing, or words added when comparing with the original. I gave my best not to change the contents, BUT sometimes I just had to. Of course you'll find mistakes in the text, so please instead of mocking my language skills, just sit back and enjoy a beautiful love story. I decided to try to translate it because I adore their story so much. It would be a pity for others not to be able to read
Echo of the past 15 [ENG]Echo of the past 15 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from the translator: It took close to 5h to translate this chapter.
15. The Blonde
"There is something.
Something that sits there... buried deep, very deep.
Covered by a layer of sand and silt. Covered by everything I was able to throw on top.
I'm pretending that it's not there.
That it never happened.
But despite that... I carry its stigma. Maybe it's not too noticeable, but it somehow shaped me... differently from how I wanted it to happen."
These words... could be said by both of them.
Him and Winter.
Marcin and him.
They both despite two different lives and different history, they have a secret.
A secret with deep roots.
Echo of the past 13 [ENG]Echo of the past 13 [ENG] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This piece took 7,5h to translate.
13. The Redhead
- So what now? - she asked, sitting next to Nivan.
- Well, nothing. He'll be back. And until then we'll be like a long married couple - he answered her, looking down on the unnatural order under his feet... - We'll find you a job and in the mean time we'll paint his room, maybe the rest of the flat as well.
- Ehm... - she grew sad - Nivan I don't have that much savings... I put aside something so I can visit my parents in Tunisia... And I've got Marcin's rent and that's it - she looked at her feet.
Nivan looked at her. He never saw her that depressed. He pulled her close and hugged her.
but june may.i.but june may. in Free Verse More Like This
i am sorry that public service announcements are somewhat ineffective. i am sorry that no matter how hard you try, you will not pass the fitness test. you cannot climb a rope. that is just silly.
ii.
i am sorry that your suspenders do not hold up your jeans. i did not know that twelve-year-old boys who are twenty-something on the outside were in need of giant elastic bands. they make large rubber bands, you know.
iii.
i am sorry that you always lose at monopoly. i am not sorry that you do not take my advice. i am sorry that you cannot breathe and the air jumps through you and you are a walking pogo stick with plastic bones. i am sorry
januarylet's move to a placejanuary in Free Verse More Like This
where it is cold forever
so that we can dance
in the snow, make
angels and sleep in the space
between dawn and night-
fall in the chasm
and dangle in the warmth
of everything we
knew; let's move to a
place where we know no margin
and there's no sign of
home.
december.remember when we boughtdecember. in Short Stories More Like This
balloons with our allowance?
we walked up to the hillside, and we
let them go.
your mother told me all of the people in heaven missed their families,
so we wrote "i love you" on every yellow balloon.
yellow was my mother's favorite.
and i'm sure my mother missed me too.
even the finest chinai am a cracked teacup unwrapped on christmas morning, filled with promises;even the finest china in Free Verse More Like This
you would say differently.
i've slipped myself under your covers a million times from miles away,
but you wouldn't know that, even if you had accepted the gentle way my fingertips slid across your shoulders.
it's been two days and it still hasn't kicked in.
-
i met you on a tuesday and it was raining. i never knew your name. you told me you worked in a pancake house, and there was nothing sweet about you. i tried to fall in love with you, but that resulted in blunt force trauma to my ribcage. i'm not complaining, i just thought you should know.
when i was yo
easy.easy. in Short Stories More Like This
no, this is not easy. it's not the most difficult thing in the world, but it's not easy. it's like when you're a kid and there's no cotton candy at the circus. You get there thinking, "okay. popcorn, clowns, cotton candy, sodasodasoda sugarhigh." but there's no cotton candy and all your hopes and dreams blow up in your face (but you don't have to worry about your stomach going to war with the rest of you -- or maybe that's just me.) no, this is not easy.
it's like being on the beach without a friend.
there's no point in walking through the sand if you can't laugh at the shapes being made by the other person's toes. it's like...when you'
lockets and reveries.i don't want to talk about the way the colors blend when the sun sets because there aren't enough talented painters in the world who could create such a piece. i don't want to talk about the way the stars swoop down and take you, because i know that isn't the only way you'll leave. i don't want to talk about your hair being slightly jagged in the front. it upsets me, because i still want you to believe someone introduced you to the blades while you were sleeping. those scratches on your back aren't from me.lockets and reveries. in Short Stories More Like This
i'd love to write you a letter with lead, so it's just a bit heavier on you than my words. i'd love to write you a letter stained with w
she wants what she wants.she wants what she wants. in Free Verse More Like This
she wants someone to tell her she makes him the happiest man on earth. she wants someone to sugarcoat everything; she won't feel guilty for taking the stars from the sky.
she wants love letters on loose leaf paper, without the ruffled edges torn off. she doesn't mind a little bit of imperfection in her day. chipped nails don't mean much, after all.
she wants a sunrise and sunset simultaneously.
she
wants
milky way
vacations
and chocolate covered
day nine.you are a sidewalk-chalk smile and a broken guitar string;day nine. in Free Verse More Like This
you aren't perfect, but you're alright.
i pick up my phone at three in the morning just after the end credits to your favorite tv show.
please show me what i'm hoping might be there.
but it's still nothing, there's no alert.
new text message: go to sleep.
sleep with one eye open, maybe. both? not a chance.
i trust myself enough not to fall in love with you.
there aren't many of you-if you have ever played scrabble you'd know that words like "are" and "is" and "the" make you a terrible player and should cause a meltdown.there aren't many of you- in Short Stories More Like This
if you have ever played chess you'd know the secret to the queen's sacrifice, and it isn't what you think.
[ii.]
i have built castles and blown them up with fireworks. this is not the fourth of july but we could pretend. because that is what best friends do, they pretend. they pretend to be okay and that the neon band-aid under their eye is some lady gaga inspired fashion statement. but a real best friend knows that it is all an act and we are not that naive. best friends know that when you say you a
cracks in the sidewalk.I AM:cracks in the sidewalk. in Free Verse More Like This
i am broken. i am a leaf run over by a bicycle. i am torn and twisted and a wednesday in the rain. i am scuffed converses and i am the mud.
I WANT:
i want warmth and acceptance. i want scabs on my toes and not a moment to miss. i want children, all of whom a carbon copy of my mother. i want to leave my clothes by the bed and more than my footprints by the sea. i want to work to live.
I NEED:
i need an endless supply of channel three's and ups and downs and late night george carlin specials. i need pizza with ice cream and chocolate sauce and a playstation, to make me feel alive again.
i feel i think i wish i may i wish i might.
-
In Einem Polenstaedtchen - English LyricsIn Einem Polenstaedtchen - English Lyrics in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Within a Polish city
There lived a girl so pretty
She was so fair!
She was the finest looking girl
Whoever graced the world!
But no! But no! She was remiss
We'd never kiss!
I led her then to dancing
It fell while we were prancing:
A blood red rose!
I picked it up beneath her feet
And asked her to be sweet
But no! But no! She was remiss
We'd never kiss!
So when the dance was ending
Her hands with mine were mending
A farewell bid!
She fell within my arms at last!
My heart was beating fast!
But no! But no! She was remiss!
We'd never kiss!
And in the parting hour
She said with all her power
That one lone word!
No single ac
Morgen Marschieren Wir - English LyricsMorgen Marschieren Wir - English Lyrics in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Morning we're marching off
To the farm in the night-time loft
| : A cup of sweetened tea
Sugar and coffee : |
And a glass of wine!
Morning we're marching off
To the farm in the night-time loft
| : When I go to leave
My sweetheart cries and heaves : |
And she looks so sad!
Sweetheart go back to your home!
For it's late and the heart is sure to roam
| : Don't be bound in sorrow
Go and wake tomorrow : |
And see the dawn!
Can you not shut your eyes?
Then enjoy a great surprise
| : A cup of sweetened tea
Chocolate and coffee : |
And a glass of wine!
Sweetheart I love you true
But be married, I can not do
Der Grimmig TodDer Grimmig Tod in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The dreadful reaper comes today
His scythe is proudly fitted
Do not fret, he knows the way
Your soul to be acquitted
With rotting skin
He does descend
No earthly flesh escapes him
Nor any gold
to him is sold
For his task is large and grim
No one on Earth can know their time
We know this all for certain
For any day by weal or rhyme
We could meet that final curtain
He comes like wind
And does descend
No earthly flesh escapes him
Though young or old
Your time is told
For his task is large and grim
Perhaps this is your final day
With us amongst the living
So please do heed these words I say:
For live
BrokenBroken in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You thought that you could run from it
You thought that you could flee
You thought you could escape without
Those memories of me
All those silent moments
When we held each other gaily
How we fondled one another then
And I thought upon you daily
You thought there were options
You thought I was a sap
You thought only of your selfish wants
And didn't see the trap
And now you're all alone
Your choices, here, have driven
Now you know just how it feels
To receive what you have given
You thought your were free from fate
You thought your were strong
You thought your mighty shadow cast
A hundred miles long
My h
Erika-Lied English LyricsErika-Lied English Lyrics in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the meadow blooms a tiny floweret
She is called: Erika
Every bee she's seen and she has kindly met
They adore: Erika
For her heart is full of sweetest love
Such a thing is only given from above!
In the meadow blooms a tiny floweret
She is called: Erika
In my home there lives a pretty maiden fair
She is called: Erika
Such a maiden has my humble heart ensnared
She's my joy: Erika
And when all the flowers bloom for Spring
Then I'll greet her with this lovely song I'll sing!
In the meadow blooms a tiny floweret
She is called: Erika
On the hearth there blooms a tiny floweret
She is called: Erika
From the dawn until the noble s
Wenn Wir Marschieren - English LyricsWenn Wir Marschieren - English Lyrics in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When we are marching
We pass beneath the city-gate
My auburn fairest
You'll have to wait
So wave, my fairest, fairest
Wave, wave, wave!
Just the thought of you
Will make me brave
This I'll whisper in your ear:
Wave, my girl, and give a cheer!
The lord must borrow
He shouldn't try to be so cheap
We'll come tomorrow
Then we will meet!
So wave...
The Landlord's daughter
She wears a blue dress in its prime
She wears a blue dress
To pass the time
So wave...
Cast off your worries
Cast off the burdens of this life
I swear in silence
You'll be my wife!
So wave...
Now when we whisper
With every hushed and pleasant word
I mus
Horst Wessel Lied - English LyricsHorst Wessel Lied - English Lyrics in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Our flag is high! Our ranks are in formation!
Brave men press on, with upward lifted song!
Comrades who fell and sacrificed in confrontation!
March on with us, in spirit they live on!
So clear the street! Here comes the brown battalions!
So clear the street! Our men are marching by!
Our flag waves on and bears the hopes of countless millions!
For freedom dear and bread upon each plate!
For one last time, the call to arms is sounded!
For one last time, we stand prepared to fight!
Soon every street will proudly fly our flag unbounded!
Then chains will break, and bondage come to end!
Our flag is high! Our ranks are in formation!
A Poem of VirtuesA Poem of Virtues in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Virtues are the soul of man
from treasured traits begotten
So hear of me with sympathy
Lest they be forgotten
Never take what isn't yours
admire what is right
And never breathe a word of airs
Unless you want a fight
Tip your hat to those you pass
and answer with a grin
Courtesy shows godly love
but rudeness is a sin
Always be a source of pride
To those who call you friend
So when you find your self at odds
They'll never condescend
Show respect to parents both
And those who've passed their prime
The evil man does scorn them oft'
The righteous loves betimes
Never envy wealth or rank
for mortal treasur
The Black Hole of CalcuttaThe Black Hole of Calcutta in Free Verse More Like This
No light, no sight,
Nor candle bright
To rid the air
of darkness.
We pale a little
Little by little
No space
To move
Confined
And so
We die
One
Atop
The other.
The stench
Of death
Does Mark
The place
Where he
And we
And they
And us
Did mark
Our graves
Upon
The dust
To Grasp
And lunge
And plunge
And scrape.
To hope
To love.
The thirst
that burns
We cry
on deaf
We beg
as mutes
We weep
as blind
Behind
These bars
Of steel
And hearts
As cold
Our prison
Lies.
In Calcutta
There is no God
PilgrimagePilgrimage in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let's go on a pilgrimage
To see that sacred land
A place of blessed eternal
Across the burning sands
Where countenance is given
To those who there demand
Where the gleaming eyes of heaven
Look down on mortal man
There we'll dwell together then
A band of brothers made
From pain and burden laden
That caused our hearts to sway
But never once to falter
Misfortunes come what may
Spirits young will guide us
Though Hell would make us stay
Through the city we will pass
And on those holy steps
Well bend our heads in thoughtful prayer
And offer recompense
With burning sands and trials
A haven for our stay
To
Funkerlied english translationFunkerlied english translation in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The radio-operators-song
by Bernd Wübbecke
Everybody. Attention!
Everybody. Fall in!
We are marching in rank and row.
Everybody. Attention!
Everybody. Fall in!
Do you know the radio-operators-song?
It´s about the radio messaging,
and about love as well.
Everybody cheerfully join in the singing!
Sing along comrades!
In the small town,
lives a girl,
and we all love her so much,
because she has two blue eyes.
Blonde hair, seventeen years,
say what more do we want?
We radio-operators?
As we are from the radio-operators company,
and we always send out: I love - I love you.
And all the girls are listening to it:
Dee
Der Gott der Eisen wachsen liess engl. translationDer Gott der Eisen wachsen liess engl. translation in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Das Vaterlandslied - The fatherlandsong
by Ernst Moritz Arendt
The God who made the iron grow,
didn´t want slaves,
So he gave saber, sword and spear,
the man in his right hand;
So he gave him the brave courage,
the wrath of free speech,
that he consisted to the blood,
till to the death the feud.
So we want, what God wanted
with right faith keeping,
and never for the rewards of tyrants,
split human-skulls.
But who is fighting for trinkets and shame
will be cut to shards,
and will in german lands not,
inherit with german men.
Oh Germany, holy fatherland!
Oh German love and loyalty!
You great country, you beautiful count
Lili Marleen engl. translationLili Marleen engl. translation in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lili Marleen
In front of the barracks,
In front of the main gate,
Stood a lamppost,
If it still stands out front,
So will we see each other there again,
By the lamppost we'll stand,
As before, Lili Marleen.
Our two shadows
Looked like one.
That we were so much in love,
Anyone could see at a glance.
And everyone will see it,
When we stand by the lamppost,
As before, Lili Marleen.
Already called the guard,
"They're blowing taps.
That could cost you three days!"
"Comrade, I'll be right there."
Then we said farewell,
How much would I have rather gone with you,
With you, Lili Marleen.
It knows your footsteps,
Your beautiful
Panzerlied engl. translationPanzerlied engl. translation in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In blizzard or storm,
Or in sun warm and bright,
The day hot as hell
Or bone-chilling be the night,
Our faces may with dust be laid,
But spirits never fade,
No, never fade;
Relentless, our tank
Thunders out on a raid.
With engines a-howling,
Fast as is the wind,
We head for the foe,
Safe, as we're in armor skinned.
Our comrades still behind us roam;
We fight the foe alone,
Yes, fight alone.
We stab through the line
To break the foes backbone.
Whenever the foe
May appear in our sight,
We'll ram throttle full,
Then we'll humble all his might!
Of what use is our life if we
Our country serve freely?
Yes, serve freely!
To
Deutsche Namen - German NamesDeutsche Namen - German Names in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the modern Germany, the real old germanic names are said to be old-fashioned and so they´re
starting to die out with the new generations. The Germans give their babies usually foreign names.
For example:
Hebrewish: Daniel, Michael, Anna, Maria, Magdalena...
Latin: Markus, Viktoria, Felix, Maximilian...
Old-Greek: Lukas, Sophia, Stefan, Katharina...
French: Chantalle, Agnes, Andre...
And today more and more English: Kevin, Justin, Mandy, Jenny, Jason...
Also very short names are "trendy" like: Tim, Tom, Max, Mia...
The Germans begin to lose a part of their identity and tradition and replace their names
with foreign ones, a ve
Das Lied der Deutschen engl. translationDas Lied der Deutschen engl. translation in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The song of the Germans (the 3. part is the antheme today)
First stanza
Germany, Germany above all,
above anything in the world,
when always for protection
we stand together as brothers.
from the Meuse river (west of Germany) to the Memel river (east of Poland),
from the Etsch river (Italian border) to the Belt (the sea near Denmark).
|: Germany, Germany above all,
above anything in the world. |
Second stanza
German women, German faithfulness,
German wine and German songs
should continue to get approval
all over the world,
and help us to do great work
all our life.
|
Unsere Fahne flattert uns voranUnsere Fahne flattert uns voran in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Our flag is fluttering in front/ Uns´re Fahne flattert uns voran
Part1
Forward! Forward! Blare the bright fanfars, Forward! Forward! Youth knows no danger. Germany, you will stand bright, may we also perish. Forward! Forward! Blare the bright fanfars. Forward! Forward! Youth knows no danger. Even if the target is so high, the youth will solve it well.
Part2 chorus:
Our flag is fluttering in the front. In the future we march man for man. We march for Germany by night and by necessity, with the flag of the youth for freedom and bread. Our flag is fluttering in the front. Our flag is the new age. And the flag will lead us into eternity!
Flieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translationFlieg deutsche Fahne flieg english translation in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fly german flag fly!
Soldier my friend, prepare your steps comrade!
Step under the guns!
So everybody has to go along, comrade
to honour our fatherland
To the peace serves the grey uniform
and not to the war of pain
We are bringing fourth a new era
in our young hearts
I: Hoist the flag high!, March!
Go ahead the leader leads!
With our flag the battle will be ours
Fly German flag, fly!:I
Soldier Friend, pack up Comrade
Take hoes and spades
We dont know any tranquillity, comrade
Therefore we are soldiers
Standing from frontier to frontier
Is an army of young farm lads
What we pluged away and sowed
(that) should overlast us
Sta.sh
