The Secret GardenThe Secret Garden:The Secret Garden in Free Verse More Like This
To those who are waiting in the silent shadows;
To the sisters I've been trying so hard to find.
It is time we came together as one
For here we shall leave the past behind...
In this secret garden, my voice is clear
Soft and gentle like the flowing wind.
Yet here I am; a dirty spirit
A simple soul that sinned...
Gathered in silence, bearing cowls of night
You've come like moths, to a burning light.
These lovely witchlings, so tender and lush
Soon I will give you, a blessed blush...
Take my marking into your flesh
And bear the stigma of our ancient creed...
Tonight you feast in my humble honour
For in your bellies I have planted seed.
Soon it will grow and begin to mature
You will feel it breathing inside your heart.
The gift to change this wretched world;
But first it must be torn apart...
"I am Chaos and I am sin..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th April 2012
Captain Chenbeard the PirateCHARACTER INFORMATION:Captain Chenbeard the Pirate in Profiles More Like This
Birth Name: Chen Yuan Wen
Pirate Name: Chenbeard the Pirate
Your Birthday: 01/08/1990
Description: A young asian male often seen wearing a black fedora. Has a preference for white shirts and simple black pants. Wears a belt with a golden buckle. His eyes have a unique colour of black, often mistaken for brown due to the person's reflection. He is quick to smile, but dangerous in combat.
Character Class: Pirate Captain (Wisdom Based)
Current Level: 3
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Resilience - 12 (+1)
Intelligence - 12 (+1)
Wisdom - 18 (+4)
Charisma - 14 (+2)
Head - Guard's Feather (All reflex checks gain +1 roll bonus)
Shoulders - None
Body - None
Belt - None
Gloves - None
Legs - None
Boots - Happy Feet (Always strike first in battle, no initiative roll required)
Weapon Accessory - Spell Tag (+2 damage to any attack)
Ring - None
Amulet - None
Spare Equipment (5 S
Cold Brown Eyes [REMIX]Cold Brown Eyes [REMIX]:Cold Brown Eyes [REMIX] in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's got a secret
She's got a secret deep inside of you
Don't tell her nothing
Keep it all hushed away for good
With all her secrets
Hidden in her cold and lovely eyes
It's in her brown eyes
Cold eyes that that you've seen tonight
She's telling all lies
Everything you knew was meant to die
In her brown eyes
She will be the lonely killer tonight
With all her secrets
She's whispering these countless lies
From her brown eyes
All the secrets that were meant to die
Keep it tidy
She will come alone for you tonight...
The secrets you were meant to hide
The secrets you were meant to hide
The secrets you were meant to hide
The secrets you were meant to hide!
-Chen Yuan Wen ft. Rialda K. (JoltingAdlaiR), March 16th 2
Pauper's DreamsPauper's Dreams:Pauper's Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
The dry autumn leaves
Are like the dreams of the poor
Crunching beneath feet...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th April 2012
A Tale of Pirates 1A Tale of Pirates 1:A Tale of Pirates 1 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a cold night one winter's eve as a single cloaked figure walked out from the 'Seedy Folks' tavern.
This man, was none other than Chenbeard himself. The fiercest pirate in the seven seas of literature. Said to be born from a merchant on the Eastern Coast of Bai Long, he chose the pirate's life after murdering his an entire city in cold blood.
Betrayed by his old crew, and left with naught but his Black Fedora and the clothes on his back. He decided to begin his journey anew. But first, he would need help and funds.
Hence the Captain decided to go, monster hunting...
Enemy Name: Kalkarr the Sewer Rat
To Hit: 6
Null: 0, Death
Other Information: ???
Opening Phrase: *Squeak*
Chenbeard says, "Egads, a violent sewer rat! Alright, you fiend, I'll show ya tha power of the cursed Pirate. Listen up, I'm gonna talk ta the air as though it's listenin', because ya got ta learn how the com
SANGUINE Prologue + Chapter 1 - 1SANGUINESANGUINE Prologue + Chapter 1 - 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A light novel by Chen Yuan Wen
BY WHICH MEASURE do we seek to judge the morally justified and the morally corrupt? Who becomes the saviour of the story and who becomes the villainous wretch? It is a question that is easily answered, even if the answer might seem distasteful: for it is the victor, in any situation, who will marked as a hero. They will always be justified, regardless of their actions, and any misbehaviour will simply be explained away as a part of their natural function. In the end, it matters not how many lives were sacrificed; nor does it matter how many women or children were slain. This is simply passed off as the price of victory, a collateral damage to which no one is held accountable. The defeated will be forgotten, whilst the victor basks in the glory and support of both the heavens and the earth. It is an illusion, a bias that we implant in ourselves; it is a heuristic idea that helps us recognise the alpha figure o
Gangsta PiratesGangsta Pirates:Gangsta Pirates in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Come here and sit tight, I'll tell you bout the pirating life
It's like we're living on the edge gun-pointed and knife!
See the killer crews stabbin'; the looters start grabbin'
All the little gubbins and bits, the girls are nabbin'!
Rollin' through the seas in a ship that is black,
You asked me for my cannons but you saw I was stacked!
Forty-two, I got em on the prows and sides,
We be the pirates rollin' with the heat on our ride.
Like a tippin' iceberg yeah our crew is tight.
We raidin' merchant ships deep in the dead of the night.
See I'm a ghost-like killer, soul to the swiller,
To think I would have been the son of a miller.
No grains in my coach, just treasure that's fat.
I got me ten trunks full and a chest in the back.
Now we headin' to the seas cause we bury it right?
Ya ain't gonna find where we it put it aight!
No maps, no clues,
We don't touch the booze.
You won't find my treasure
Cause I ain't gonna lose...
"Now then, which ye scurvy dogs remembe
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
Fury of the Frost GiantsFury of the Frost Giants:Fury of the Frost Giants in Free Verse More Like This
No mortal man can stand
Against the Giants of the Frost.
For they bear the strength of ages
And the wisdom of the lost.
When first we came upon them
We were scattered by their might.
The fury of a Giant
Was a truly fearsome sight...
Cowering in fear
And waiting to be eaten.
We knew in our hearts
That we were utterly beaten.
Salvation lay behind us
In a death of blood and steel.
Yet fate would always turn
On a twisted crooked wheel.
For we found a cave of ancients
Bearing symbols of the knife.
It led us to a forge
That demanded our life.
Fourteen brothers sacrificed
Into the flames they went...
Their flesh became the metal
As the bellows began to vent.
It yielded me a hammer
Made of grinding bone.
Yet when I swung this weapon
It crushed the toughest stone.
My life was paid in full that day;
With fourteen brothers dead...
I sailed alone for home
With a snarling giant's head.
"I will return when winter breaks brothers; for there are fourteen graves to m
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
Live for me (IcelandXReader)Your breath rasped through your throat, your ashen complexion doing nothing to comfort the trembling man next to you. The look of pure pain on his face only continued to squeeze your heart with a vice-like grip.Live for me (IcelandXReader) in Romance More Like This
“I wanted to protect you.”
No, it’s, it’s not your fault.
“I should have been there to save you.”
You couldn’t have known, it’s okay.
“I’ve failed you.”
You’ve given me everything I could’ve ever wanted, how can you say something like that?
Emil rubbed his eyes roughly. “I only wish you could see her growing up.”
Yeah me too. You’ll take good care of her right?
“I promise I’ll do everything to protect her.”
Good. Get your brothers to help, though keep Mathias away from her, I don’t want her to be drinking beer so soon.
“I’ll bet I’ll hardly be able to get between them. Tino and Ber are already
To protect (Female PrussiaXReader)Julchen smiled at you, the two of you hip bumping as you swung yourselves onto the dimly lit stage. The rest of your band were already on, Arthur tuning his guitar and Mathias setting a slow beat.To protect (Female PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
You smiled wryly at Julchen, then slipped behind the curtain to cross the back of the stage so you could enter on the other side.
When you heard the first notes, you strutted onto the stage, meeting Julchen in the middle and giving the audience your cockiest expression. Julchen ran her tongue over her lips, the lyrics in her own language flowing freely from her mouth.
Ich hab die Hand in meiner Hose
Ich kauf mir Playboy, saufe Bier
und wenn wir Größenfahrt gleich machen
haben die anderen nichts zu lachen
denn ich hab den größten hier
Ich will nua Dmax gucken
und Schüttelcola schlucken
Ich würd mich selber küssen
und nur zum Spaß freihändig pissen
She passed the microphone to you for the chorus and you jumped on your feet, grinning widely as you
Final (SpainXReader)So here is a fic, dedicated to no one in particular, although Matsuri212 did request a SpainXReader, but I'll do another one absolutely written for you I promise!Final (SpainXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
Also thank you to all those who faved any of my previous fics and thank you to everyone who watched me, I'm intensely grateful to everyone! Shihagami, signing off~ (Please enjoy ^^)
Your boyfriend jumped up and down in anticipation as the match started. You weren't really a soccer fan, but hey it was the final and it was his team playing. So you settled down on the sofa and giggled at Antonio's excited face.
And they were off! Toni stopped pacing and sat down, enraptured by the game. You crawled over to his side and snuggled into his chest. He put his arms around you and smiled, then his attention was turned towards the game again.
He joined in with the crowd by saying: olé! every time the Spanish team made a successful pass. You giggled when he did which only made him do it more.
You watched and recognized a
Forever (LatviaXReader)You were in distress at the moment, searching high and low for your small friend. As Raivis really was quite small compared to the other boys he often got picked on and you simply couldn’t have that! You always managed to scare away the bullies by kicking their shins and growling at them.Forever (LatviaXReader) in Romance More Like This
And whilst that sort of thing works at primary school it starts losing its effectiveness at high school. Because the boys got taller than you regrettably. But that didn’t stop you from protecting your friend.
“Rai!” You called, skidding around the corner. A hiss escaped your lips as you saw the brunette on the floor, his stomach being brutally kicked. You advanced towards the group of louts. “Stop it. Now.”
Every word you said was made more menacing as you cracked your knuckles. The punks raised their eyebrows and sauntered over to you. “Does the big girl want to play?” They took hold of your wrist bringing it above your head.
“I think she does.
The beginning of the end (FinlandXReader)“I do.”The beginning of the end (FinlandXReader) in Romance More Like This
Those words sealed both yours and Tino’s life together. Happily married after three years of steady dating, then another two before the big day arrived.
Your squealing bundle of joy came into this world and the three of you lived as though in a fairytale. But even your idyllic excuse for a life had to come to an end. Which it did starting on the day when your child coughed up blood.
The beginning of the long, drawn out end. Your husband and yourself suffered greatly, becoming numb as you stood in front of the cold headstone. The name Väinämöinen was carved delicately into the stone and the sight of it was etched into your very soul.
After that the drinking started. Tino left the house a lot more often, drinking himself into a stupor each time and nearly killing himself in the process.
You on the other hand were cold. The fire, the source of light your child was had fizzled out. You no longer turned up at any of Alfred’s parties, nor did you go and sip te
Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader)You blinked your groggy eyes open, but shut them again almost immediately. A piercing white light seared past your eyelids and succeeded in giving you a throbbing headache. Where was this...?Set you free (EnglandXMermaid Reader) in Romance More Like This
Moving your arms was difficult and when you tried to tug them apart, something held them together. Rope? You beat your tail gently and you felt the water you were submerged in wave slightly.
Turning around you tried to swim to the surface of the ocean but after a moment you bashed your face into something. You’d grown accustomed to the burning light by now and slowly opened your eyes.
The image that spread in front of you was something you’d never forget. Humans. Humans, tons of them! They were everywhere, throngs of them crowding around the sphere you were stuck in. Panic took over you and you looked around frantically.
A sort of humming noise was coming from them and they were all opening and closing their mouths like beached fish. You beat your scaled tail against the hard glass aga
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader)“Well I’ll be going then Sir.” You saluted officer Braginski and turned to your plane. After getting into the cockpit and getting settled you flipped the switch, the satisfying hum of the engines filling the small compartment.The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader) in Romance More Like This
Ivan stood and watched as you took off yet again. His heart squeezed painfully as your plane disappeared over the horizon and he turned, his long scarf swishing behind him as he walked. It was always like this.
Ivan had been taken in by your mother, one of the best pilots in the nation and the only female one. She was renowned for her impressive dives and spins and when she flew it was as if she might not come back; she looked as though she could stay up there with the birds and never return.
But Ivan had two sisters, sisters who’d been ripped away from his side and he longed to get back to, back in Russia. Though he hardly had any memory of them, he knew he had to find them, whatever it took.
As he couldn’t fly yet due to his young
Bounty hunters of space(GermanyXReader)Ludwig sighed, motioning at the computer that another one of you had been taken care of. Sitting back in the mechanised swivel chair, he stared at the screen, waiting for your next location to appear.Bounty hunters of space(GermanyXReader) in Romance More Like This
The job he currently had was that of a mercenary, a hired killer. Well seeing as it was only one person really he had been tracking and killing there wasn’t really a word for what he was. The company he’d been hired by was a cloning company.
In recent years companies like that had been on the rise, seeing as people found it useful to be able to clone themselves several times and let them do the brunt of the work whilst they lazed about at home. But there was something special about your case.
You’d been cloned over about 1,000 times. 1,536 to be precise.
This hadn’t at all been intentional and it was what sent that company in particular bankrupt. And for that little fact they wanted you to settle your bill. Which wasn’t fair, but then again all Ludwig had to
You'll see me again for sure (IcelandXReader)Emil sighed, running a hand through his silvery hair. Why on earth did Mathias insist on dragging him here! And just when he’d thought he’d escaped from it Tino and Berwald showed up forcing him to go.You'll see me again for sure (IcelandXReader) in Romance More Like This
Swilling the liquid in his cup he sulked in the corner of the room filled to the brim with loud babbling people, music thumping in the background.
The only good thing about this place is that you’re here.....he thought, glancing over in your direction. He’d had the most secret of crushes on you for an awfully long time , which meant of course that you didn’t know. His heart always pounded when he looked at you, when you spoke in that sweet voice of yours....
He flushed red just thinking about you and he covered his face with his hands, trying to get the fast pace of his heart to slow down.
Shoving himself from the table, he decided to leave now that Mathias was hammered enough to not stand straight let alone put up a fight.
Originally he tried to speed walk
viii. Audrey The moonlight was onviii. Audrey in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the water, & you made me want
to be a person.
TrichotillomaniaWhenTrichotillomania in Free Verse More Like This
JohnI raced a crippled boy today,John in Free Verse More Like This
out in the sun,
bet him ten green bottle-caps his legs
weren't dead, had simply forgotten the thrill
of flight: the fight.
And out in hotter-than-hell heat,
he dumped his safety brakes
and I dumped my sneakers,
and together we hit the pavement running;
hindered by wheelchairs and blistering feet.
For thirty-seven seconds we were equals;
two people strung up in a too-loose noose of hope,
released by an opportunity.
It was three blocks of screaming, screeching,
agonized agony for both of us,
and I'm sure my feet will never feel again;
just like his legs, suspended before him.
The whole neighborhood came out to watch,
lawn chairs and lemonade and all,
and I flat-out ignored them.
Their anger washed over me,
but I simply said "your legs aren't dead, John. Nothing is ever truly dead,
just sleeping -- soundlessly."
All that disbelieving-rage beaded up like sweat
and erupted through the crowd,
but we ran
and ran, laughing and wincing the whole way.
a validation of affectionI woke up ten minutes too latea validation of affection in Free Verse More Like This
sprawled on the floor
with my socks
and a whiff of smoke
in my hair
that made me hope
I didn't know where
The phone rang while
I was naked
in the shower,
and I immediately thought of you.
therapy is another word for coffinI crave the touch of your bag-bodytherapy is another word for coffin in Free Verse More Like This
like the filthy mouth of the faucet
craves mold and sediment.
My fists quaver in their pockets
like the leaves drooping from the only house-plant
I have managed to keep alive;
like the earth that splatters dark and warm
onto the kitchen floor
in a myriad of ceramic pieces.
On Being Loved By a Transgender PersonThe first time you kissed me with your lips naked andOn Being Loved By a Transgender Person in Free Verse More Like This
stripped clean like your slim shoulders of all their shields
- nervously layered shirts and vowel sounds -
I felt my body turn convex against yours.
We were like two petals lying complacent on the wet blacktop;
no matter how hard I threw myself against the gravel, I couldn’t make our bodies
graze without feeling myself shriveling a little on the outside.
My heart was bemused.
My skin was dismayed by the goose-bumps you conjured
at your touch: slender and trying to appear strong. There was never
any part of you that I would ever be able to describe correctly,
but I still felt you haunting me,
especially when the Portland sky
erupted down on us, weeping like a willow tree.
It always erupts here;
the rain always comes pouring down
and each time I turn the corner between my dorm room
and the stairwell to go down,
I imagine I see your red rain-boots dripping dry
in that same water-marked place where they used to be.
Red was your sa
your white blood cellsIn the city Safeway parking lotyour white blood cells in Free Verse More Like This
he turns catatonic. Throws his full weight
against the steering wheel so many times;
rigor-mortises his nails into the underside of the seat
into the palms of his hands until blood cracks open
like acid from a splintered vial.
I don’t know what to say to make it better.
I don’t know how to comfort someone so completely
out of the will of their own body.
I try and take his hand,
and once he takes it, he won’t let go.
When he squeezes my hand
I promise always to squeeze it back tighter
when we finally peel our palms apart two hours later,
the imprint of an angel’s wing
still carves its prayer into my skin,
God I miss you.
Poem For the Man - (Sara)I can tell your eyes beam when you speak of her.Poem For the Man - (Sara) in Free Verse More Like This
I can tell your heart aches like a rotting casket every time
I ask of her, but I know I have to. Because agony
often needs prompting if you're ever to begin the process of
unbinding the girdles wrapped about your knees.
I know your knees are heavy;
because your voice stumbled and buckled on the first hello
like you tripped over a dead body that had only ever
lived with regret;
because you paused and I felt the walls of your what if's and should have's
bump against my own like straining helium balloons.
I know colours and elasticity are just fanfares, another layer
of watered-down paint.
I know your soul bakes like it's still laid flat in Phoenix,
rusted, waiting to be ironed "man" again;
that the layers of your skin shrink and shrivel like bark
gasping to peeled from the sunburned surface of a tree;
that the lines on your palms seem to tally all the things you
have ceased to have done;
that the lines kissing each corner of
CoriolanusThe sky is spilling my grief outCoriolanus in Free Verse More Like This
across the little piece of dirt I have managed to salvage
from the Coriolanus plant and the fat red worms,
turning it to clay once more,
and nothing will grow there:
in the earth I created from the stains on my soft jean knees
and the mobility of my right shoulder.
I sacrificed 2 hours to you, dead one,
and now i cannot arise from bed.
Perhaps it should be sad.
Perhaps it should be written:
she withdrew to bed, allowed her muscles to sag and stiffen
like air-dried socks, and could not push herself upright, but
I do not think so.
I think it's beautiful.
heronheron napping on the lakeheron in Free Verse More Like This
as tourists wield
their oars and cameras
(a perfect catch of wing span
for the family to exclaim about
at Sunday dinner)
its delicate bone dance
drowns out the cerulean
in our ears -
birth of moon and stars
invisible to the ripple
lapping sand and silt -
just the thin scream
of winter fleeing
IsaacI saw your faceIsaac in Free Verse More Like This
in the post office
It was one of those
eight by elevens
with black lettering,
It was an old picture
as if your chin
had not grown up yet
and your hair
framed your cheeks
as if to say
I, too, am a visitor.
They spelled your name wrong -
there are two A's in Isaac
and you looked
like you had been caught
wearing someone else's skin -
the scar at your temple
was a faded moon,
crescent and grey at the corner
and I could tell
you had not slept
MedicineThis wasting illness,Medicine in Free Verse More Like This
her belly heavy
with my indifference,
weighs upon me
and sleep is a strange land
without a suitcase
or room to call its own.
Her skin tastes pallid
like something kept too long -
brown bottle bitter
She stains my fingers
every time I reach for her,
her love medicinal
as if wondering how
I put my shoes on
in the morning
which air to breathe,
and hoping silence
leaves this pregnant space
Escape From OzJust a simple girl,Escape From Oz in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who hates her life in Kansas,
waiting for a house to drop.
The yellow brick road
will take her away from this
in a pair of killer shoes.
In PiecesThey sent him home in pieces -In Pieces in Free Verse More Like This
heart in a box;
bladder and spleen disinfected,
wrapped up like a birthday.
His legs followed suit,
each one mended
and folded like an accordion -
toes tightly shut,
and knees zipped.
Next came his arms,
two delinquent acrobats -
first the right one
tightly sleeved and fitted,
waving like the last night
of the circus;
then the left -
its listless shrug
shriveled under the tissue paper.
His torso followed discreetly
as if wondering
where everybody went
and who would still be up
at this hour.
His head came last -
crated like apples at Christmas;
his eyebrows permanently surprised
upon his forehead
and his tongue
a final, flat declaration
The Killing SeasonThe killing seasonThe Killing Season in Free Verse More Like This
is upon us again -
our sons gone underground,
our trees become weapons
and the last bloom
of our youth
laid bare by carrion.
In town the men
all ask for cigarettes -
the nicotine on their breath
stalking new prey
as it mingles in the streets
and tries to look
The women wear handkerchiefs
wrapping their heads;
and from the buildings
stream white flags
warning the children
there are vacancies
below the surface.
do not recognize us -
we leave the doors open
while the windows look
and the gardens starve.
But we shall collect wounds
this harvest -
roots trapped in soil,
dry husks in crates
and barrels by the score
to haul to market,
the slender barter
of our dreams
a final afterthought
treading on our tongues.
SerpentI run low to the ground and humble,Serpent in Free Verse More Like This
caught parallel and thin
without legs or feet -
just a bare belly
to bow and scrape to no one.
I was a siren,
out of place and uncomfortable,
tucked behind the wild weeds
and the smell of fruit
making the tree boughs lazy.
But a green flash
took her breath away
and she thought me
MalingerWhy must you malinger here,Malinger in Free Verse More Like This
hovering over the bed -
your scent a frail and rattled haunt?
Did I conjure you -
give form and shape,
fashion skin and hair
upon the bed rails
that press my back
like a missing child?
I feel you move everywhere -
in the turn of a book's page,
chafing my fingertip;
the lifting of a glass,
its cool weight
changing the roads on my palm
into a lost decade;
and in the stir of leaves
that wander across the lonely patio
only to to be lost again
in the day's bleak rustle.
I can almost make out your eyes
in every mirror
and the dull polish of the worn desk
you used to sit at
when dusk begged
for your attention.
And the pressure of your fingers
still stains my collar,
their touch a grey wish
lurking in the gallows of my face
where the light no longer goes
and nothing dares
Night Never EndsNight never ends here -Night Never Ends in Free Verse More Like This
the thin blue line
a stranger packs in his bags
before losing his mind;
the scratch behind our eyes
that keeps us moving
down the highway.
It is a jail cell at three a.m.,
the warden playing cards,
whiskey wetting his dreams
where a spark lays waste
to a family left behind;
the backlight of a slum,
a thousand rooms of winter
and water leaking in a lightbulb
over your head.
It is midnight in a foxhole,
the strafe of friendly fire
like a flashlight to beat
into watching for a sign;
the last drink festering on formica
six inches of crushed tafetta
wearing out its welcome
on a barstool called home.
It is dawn in the mortuary
last night's pickings
carved up for christmas
special delivery to no one
who will care;
and the silent mourning bedlam
left thinking on the drainboard
carted out for the trashmen
to haul away
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of a deft approach
some way in
some tiny gift
an offering of rain
left killing on the grass.
She senses him,
the bristle of jaw
jarring the forest,
and the long white of her arms
the value of fear.
But his eyes
go blank at her glance,
the snare of heat
at her wrist,
and his warm flank
telling her new myths
are for bleeding.
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Eric called for order, and all of the nobles gathered in groups of eight and ten around dainty tables set with fragile china, tiny pastries, and tea sandwiches. Jim and Sable sat at the prince's table, since Jim was the guest of honor, alongside Grimsby, a couple of Eric's close friends, and Captain Harris. Ariel was situated between Grimsby and Eric, with Jim across the table from her. She tried to catch his eye as Eric greeted everyone and encouraged them to help themselves, but he refused to meet her gaze. Ariel finally hung her head, looking blankly into her lap in dejection, until the server asked the prince, "Coffee or tea, sire?"
"Tea, please." Eric smiled at the middle aged servant. The man filled the prince's cup, bowed, then crossed over behind Ariel and began to pour her tea as well. The redhead shook her head frantically and covered her cup with both her hands.
"Ariel?" Eric queried, his cup halfway to his lips.
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The princess blew on the whistle more fervently, trying not to cry.
Finally, she could hear swift footsteps approach. She stopped whistling and began pounding on the door again until a harsh voice snapped, "Stop that racket, you man-stealing wench!" Ariel almost collapsed in tears right then. It was only Sable.
"You little thief, you stole my whistle!" The duchess huffed. Her captive nodded even though the noble couldn't see her, hoping the kidnapper would open the doors to retrieve her trinket. "Well, I'll have it back soon enough-- after sundown. I just came down here to confirm you have it. They're searching for you, you know. In fact, they're not very far away." Ariel waited with bated breath, though she knew this vile human was leering on her side of the locked doors. "It's a shame I'll have to lure your rescuers away." Ariel screamed a silent scream of rage at the woman, calling dozens of curses on the petite girl's head. Her captor
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"Mademoiselle, if you keep moo-ving, I can't accurately take your measure-ments," the seamstress said in exasperation as she lifted the princess's arm for the umpteenth time from its slumped position. Ariel tried her best to keep her arms straight and her back rigid, but ever since she had been dragged from Jim she felt like huddling in a corner and crying. The brunette, short from Ariel's perspective from the two-foot-tall podium. lowered her tape measure and looked into her client's face. She gave the lovesick girl a small smile. "I know eet must be scary, being zo helpless and zo far away from home, but--" the woman, only a couple years Ariel's senior, sighed and wrapped the measuring tape around the teenager's tiny waist. "-- once you marry ze prince, he'll be sure to alert your family, even get ze finest physicians to treat your voice."
Ariel nodded, but her arms slumped again, and the dress maker put the measuring tape away in resig
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The wedding yacht was more beautiful than Ariel could have imagined. The ship had three stories, with a ballroom below deck and a plethora of private quarters and sitting rooms for the guests. Palace folk worked busily through their suppertime to prepare the wedding ship, but it was not a bother; no one could eat out of anticipation for the night's events. Ariel watched from her fourth story window in the palace as Chef Louie animatedly instructed some unfortunate sailors how to wheel the seven-tiered wedding cake aboard.
"Are sings going smooth-lee?" Jeanette asked from the other side of the room where she was making final adjustments on the wedding veil. Again, however, the seamstress did not look up for an answer, so Ariel only smiled and turned back to the window. She was excited, in spite of herself.
She would have a charmed life, at least. She kept the standard of living she was used t
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Ariel slid into Jeanette's large studio silently, closing the door with one hand and rubbing her cheek with the other.
"What was zat all about?" Jeanette asked. The seamstress did not raise her head to see the response, however, so Ariel only shrugged.
"Stand on ze po-dium."
The princess did as was told, shrugging on the almost finished gown and turning to face the trifold mirror. The reflected spectacle nearly took her breath away.
Jeanette, who was trying very hard to be angry with the prince's fiancee, couldn't help but smile as the girl twirled on the small stool, holding the layered skirts in balled fists. The ocean blue eyes sparkled for the first time since Jeanette met her, and the French woman bit her lower lip, wondering if the girl wasn't a good soul after all. Then she was all business again.
"I'm-- glad you like eet." Ariel turned and grinned at her, white teeth shining. The seamstress shook her head briefly, picked up her so
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Sebastian swam frantically away from the palace, running into Flounder on his way to the wedding ship.
"Sebastian?" He asked tentatively. He'd never seen the crab so undone. "Are you o-okay?"
"No ah am not okay!" The composer yelled, trying to push past the fish. "Ah need to see de space boy post haste! Dere ees trouble unda da sea an' we need all de help we cahn get!"
Flounder and Sebastian both swam to the surface together in search of the spacer.
He was easier to find than they expected: he was already on the water in a dinghy, rowing next to the large wedding barge.
"Jim!" Sebastian yelled, standing on Flounder's head and waving his claws. "Jim, mah boy!"
They were still at a distance, but Jim heard his name and looked out to sea quizzically.
"Keep swimming, Flounda," the composer ordered, crouching to stay balanced. "Dis is of de upmos--"
"I know!" Flounder countered, driving forward even harder as the sky grew cloudier. He was afrai
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Ariel stumbled off of the solar surfer still laughing, squealing when her knees buckled beneath her and she fell onto the cool sand. She turned over, kicking her feet as she giggled.
'Are my legs supposed to feel like jellyfish after riding on a surfer?' She asked. The moon was bright enough for them to see, and he smiled at her naivete.
"Yeah, it's fine," he said, rubbing his casted leg absently. He had forgotten all about it when they were in the air, and he was in too good of a mood to pay attention to the ache now. "Like finding your land legs after being on a ship for a time."
His companion nodded hesitantly, then directed her attention to the surfer again.
'But it's really a marvelous contraption. How come other people in the town don't have those?' Jim jumped, his mind scrambling to find an answer.
"Well--" he hummed, "this is-- just a test model. To-- see if it's safe." He gave the sail a good-job pat. "Yup-- seems pretty stable."
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"Aryal? Aryal, knock twice if yoo con hea me!" Sebastian said from the other side of the locked doors. Ariel lunged at the door from her place on the floor and knocked hastily. "Okay, okay, I kno de-- repercussions hea." The crab reassured. "I will go try to fine' dat-- Jim boy. But I'm not makin'-- any promises. Dis place is huge, and I-- took quite a blow to de shell in dat catfish fight." There was a pause, and Ariel bit her nails in guilt. She was always involving Sebastian and Flounder in her schemes, and nine times out of ten they ended up in danger. Why did everything she attempt end in someone getting hurt? She remembered Jim's face at breakfast that morning, and tears welled in her eyes.
"Yoo-- did try hard, chile'." Sebastian said finally. "I'm so proud of yoo." Faint scuttling sounds permeated the wood as the crustacean hurried off.
The ex-mermaid sat in the dark for a few minutes, as numb as the darkness around her. She
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Prince Eric took his place in front of the assembly, his knees trembling as the guests finished situating themselves and focusing their attention on him.
Even the queen-- my mother-- showed up, he thought nervously, nodding slightly at the middle-aged, auburn haired woman smiling at him. I haven't seen her in nearly two years, due to trouble in the North. She hasn't met Ariel yet. What if she disapproves? What if--
Grimsby, noticing his master's discomfort, lay a hand on the heir's shoulder.
"Everything will go swimmingly, I'm sure, Your Highness." The butler reassured. "Do not focus on the crowd, all that matters is--"
The processional music started, drowning out the best man's words. But Eric would not have heard his butler. His heart pounded in his ears as the doors to the captain's quarters opened and the woman of his dreams walked out.
She was so beautiful Jim thought his broken heart would fall out of his chest. Her dress was pure white, sparkling in the evening sun and making he
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The council was set up on a long table on the beach, one end reaching a good five feet past the surf so the mer-guests could take their places at the table. Besides King Triton and Ariel, there were six humans in attendance: the queen, Eric, Captain Harris, and the ministers of agriculture, defense, and war. The peace meeting went relatively well, considering this was the first formal meeting ever between human and merfolk, though it almost came to blows once when the humans brought up oceanic fishing rights. However, with Ariel's help, the squabble was soon rectified. By the end of the four-hour meeting, the two countries had laid out a suitable compromise. Atlantica would aid Guilder in defensive wars, as long as Guilder did not draw its fish supply from the sea. Also, there would be no use of magic to sink Guilder's ships and bring about storms, and the humans were forbidden from emptying their waste into the ocean. Breaches in this de
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It was a plushie of Hanatamago. You stared down at it, a goofy grin on your face. It was too cute!!! Strange that someone would send this to you, almost like they knew that Sweden and Finland were your favorite characters.
It looked exactly like Hanatamago did in the anime, a white puffball with glittering black eyes.
But it was strangely warm, like it was alive.
Geez, talk about having a Stephen King imagination. Next thing you be thinking is that it would come alive at night and eat you.
You tossed it onto the bed, wanting to look through the packaging for a note.
You tried to toss it onto the bed. But it wouldn't budge, because it was stuck on your hand.
You shook your hand furiously, trying to dislodge the toy.
It was growing up your arm. The small toy swelled, engulfing your entire right arm up to the shoulder.
Well shit, you couldn't cut your arm off (And didn't want to) So now
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Every kid has dreams. Dreams about becoming super heroes, dreams of space travel and fantasy lands. When they grow up, become teenagers, those dreams change. They instead dream of having a boyfriend or girlfriend. Dream of careers they might have or places they might visit. But always, in the back of their minds, are the children's dreams, hiding in dusty corners of the mind.
I sighed, flopping back onto my bed. Unlike other teenagers, I hadn't given up my dreams. I still wanted to visit fantasy lands, meet fantasy people.
Specifically one person. _____ _______. The perfect person from the perfect world. Too bad ____ was only an anime character.
I glanced at the wall over my desk and allowed a small smile to grace my face. It was covered with posters of ______ and her ninja team. My heart clenched and I sighed. It was really too bad she wasn't real.
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One thousand paper cranes
You sat on a bed in a sterile white room. You watched as the rain fell in heavy waves. Little rain drops slid down the window next to the bed. Everything looked grey.
You clenched your fists, wrinkling the blanket underneath. You had been here for three weeks. It had been raining for the past four days. Almost as if the sky was mourning.
"Come on ________-chan!" Your best friend, Yuki held out the bowl of soup. "You have to eat something!"
You shook your head, not taking your eyes off the rain outside. "I'm not hungry."
You heard her sigh and felt bad. You shouldn't take your frustration out on her. Watching the silvery rain, you heard her walk out. She would come back tomorrow and the day after that. However long it took for you to die here.
A sharp pain shot through your head and a wave of dizziness hit. The leukemia wasn't getting any better. Your mother had said 'Things have to get worse b
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You stared at the strawberry cake in front of you and sighed. The candles flickered, waiting to be blown out. If you didn't blow them out soon, wax was going to drip onto the strawberry icing.
What was the point of celebrating this day anyway? Woo. One year older. You scowled at the pessimistic thoughts, and turned your attention back to the cake.
What to wish for? In fact, did you really need to wish for something before blowing out the candles?
You tapped a finger against the table top, glaring at the candles.
You decided to make the silliest and most improbable wish.
"I wish, that Romano from Hetalia, was real......or something." You frowned, not really sure how to frame the request.
Shrugging, you leaned forward and blew out the candles.
Nothing happened. Not that you were expecting something to happen.
A part of you hated spending another birthday alone.
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The sounds of gentle breathing, and the occasional snuffle from a dog.
Lying in bed, you sighed. It was the second time this night you had woken up. Rolling onto your back you looked over at your husband of four years. He was sound asleep. His normal poker face smoothed into a gentle mask.
The clock on the bedside table read 1:45.
Rolling out of bed, you tip-toed out of the bedroom. Your pet dog, Hanatamago, bounded off the bed after you. The fluffy white dog had been a wedding present from your friend Tino.
He wagged his tail as you patted his head.
Silently you crossed into the living room and sat down on the couch. Not wanting to wake your husband, you decided to read. The pages of the books rustled softly.
"Wh't are you doing?" A low, familiar voice startled you. Looking up you smiled up at your husband. His wheat colored hair was tousled, sticking up in places.
"I couldn't sleep." He frow
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"None of you fucking business."
He fell to his knees, sobbing like a newborn child.
"PLEASE!! I NEED HER!"
-------Arthur's point of view------
"Piss off." My voice was tight with anger. My fist were clenched and it took all of my will power not to hit him.
Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He glared at me with a ferocity I never thought possible of him.
"You don't understand." His voice was shaking with what sounded like a mixture of anger and sadness.
I scowled, knowing that soon the neighbors would be looking outside, the commotion he was causing was a nuisance.
"Come on in then." I stepped aside to let him in. Francis entered, still glaring at me.
I held up a hand before he could open his mouth.
"I'm not telling you were ______ is."
His face contorted with anger, "WHY?!"
I glared back, "She doesn't want to be the fallback anymore. She's tired of you walking all over her."
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Pixies and Tea
"Listen Mint Bunny, there has to be a spell I can use to let the others see you." Arthur leaned forward, staring seriously at the small green rabbit.
"You might accidentally kill me, you know your spells go wrong."
"Yes, but maybe--" The British man stopped talking as he saw the rabbit shake it's head.
"I'll pass. It's fine that just you can see me." Mint bunny chirped, Arthur grinned and patted his friends head.
Arthur with the rabbit talked a few minutes longer, He was still a bit disheartened that Mint Bunny was the only one of his friends the other countries couldn't see. It had happened a few months back, Suddenly Alfred could see Unicorn and Francis the faeries, pretty soon all of the other countries could see all of Arthur's friends, except Mint Bunny.
"ARTIE!" He turned and saw ______ Walking into the kitchen. Smiling Arthur ran over sweeping her into a hug.
You smiled at Arthur. He
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"I'm sorry to have to ask you to do zis." Ludwig, your German friend looked pained. Twenty minutes earlier he had called and asked for some help.
"Its no trouble, really."
Nodding he sighed, "I have to take Feliciano to a meeting and I don't vant to leave Lovino all alone. He might burn down ze house or somezing."
You nodded, highly doubting that the Italian man would actually be that stupid. "He's still asleep. Please vake him up or he'll be up all night partying." Ludwig called over his shoulder as he exited the house.
Still asleep? You looked at your watch. It was 2:45 in the afternoon.
You ran up stairs and peeked into his room.
Lovino was on his stomach, spread eagle, snoring. Looking closer you noticed he was also drooling.
"Lovino?" You leaned over him, "Hey Lovi?"
He flipped onto his back, grumbling.
You didn't get how someone could sleep as much as the Vargas brothers did. Ludwig had onc
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You regretted letting him stay.
He would sleep during the day and go out all night. Partying recklessly, then coming home drunk.
It was like a stupid love song.
The kind you hated.
"I'm going out." You glared at Francis's back as he left.
You waited until you heard his car pull out of the driveway. Lunging for the phone, you tripped over a pair of his stupid dress shoes.
The asshole left clothing all over the place.
You dialed the familiar number, not bothering to get up off the floor.
Arthur had become the only person you felt safe talking to about Francis. Sure Elizabeta and Felix tried to help, but their solution always ended with them wanting to beat Francis up.
You were tempted to let them.
"How can I help you, love?" You sighed into the phone.
"How do I get him to leave?" You had asked this question many times before. Arthur never got impatient, he understoo
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Mousy, Boring. A bother to be around. A little nobody.
You hated those words. The ones he used to break up with you. He wouldn't be able to use them on you ever again.
Revenge was going to be sweet.
The plan was simple.
Arthur went to an all boy school, he was the most popular guy there. He had even been on the towns new station a couple of times. How would he feel if that spot was taken by an exchange student?
You were going to pose as the exchange student.
"Okay gurl." Felix fluffed your newly cut hair. "Ve gotta find a style dat puts his punk look to shame."
"Please, de guys at de school are brutal to gods and emos." You giggled at his accent, turning Goths into gods.
Felix went to the same school and had managed to help you get past the entry exam.
"How about....... ve make you an even better punk!!!"
"You just said we need a style to put his to shame."
You thought for a moment, tapping your chin thoughtfull
Sadness of a SmileWhat wept tearsSadness of a Smile in Free Verse More Like This
from past events
does one need
where emotion is
deemed a discourse
of many sorrows
reflection in eyes
empty and hollow
the sadness of a smile
that only knows
where the remnants
of lost ghosts reside
Sun Comes Up Tomorrowrustles of once quiet leavesSun Comes Up Tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
move aside, beside me
as I walk
hoping that the sun
will forever smile again
upon this land
that has seen
such terrible atrocities
where only now
thin tendrils of life
a flower here
a colourful splash
amidst the dryness
of open earth
where for many years
the smell of blood
dreamed into words
that led to events
of brothers and fathers
leaving the remnants of families
hurting in pain
was the shame
tighter to hands
that did not want to go
to stand in wars
that no one wanted to know
it's always the people you know
always people you know
making sure that the sun
comes up tomorrow
So Hard to TellsummerSo Hard to Tell in Free Verse More Like This
on the windowsills
of lonely people
who have words
that make secrets
so hard to tell
When the World I KnowirreleventWhen the World I Know in Free Verse More Like This
are what I
try to find
when the world I know
takes up so much
of my time
escape into fantasy
not this reality
lets my mind
looking for simpler
that are out there
what's the point of this stupid game?
choose to play
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oh, do you know
there is somewhere to go
where emerald lights fall
from a night sky where
once upon a time
stars always seemed to shine
subtle in pink
adrift on air unseen
in multitude of white petals
a gift from land born daisies
that sing in flecks of yellow pollen
under day-long suns
whose light such glows
that clouds form into caligraphy
vast words of love and endearments
meant to be seen from far away
ahh - who knows what truth exists
but it's always nice to dream
all the same
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during waking hours
their songs echo
they will not be
Love DivineariaLove Divine in Free Verse More Like This
of the divine
centers the world
within us all
solemn in vows
knees bent in prayer
under sunlit rays
make clean your soul
chant and nirvana
so much flows over
music moves through us
captures our minds
released upon smiles
our hearts open wide
to touch peace
is easier than it seems
to love unconditionally
is within our reach
believes in you
Scent of a Dreaming MindcarryScent of a Dreaming Mind in Free Verse More Like This
of silk in
When You Don't Believe in Happy Endings Anymorewhen you don't believe in happy endings anymoreWhen You Don't Believe in Happy Endings Anymore in Free Verse More Like This
where do you go
to search for the feelings that should feel right to you?
too many false trails that try to mimic the once familiar tales
where happy endings were to be believed in
before hard realities of growing into age
seperate the beliefs that defined your childhood
making the doubts within yourself spread like unwelcome weeds
are not to be sought after
or to be believed in
for they are already yours
to touch and perhaps fall in with
they walk beside you day by day
hold your hand in the tightest of moments
make you smile when experiencing hard times
all times can be better times
even the sad times can create happy endings
just reach out and touch the light that beats within you
push open the door that will warm you in the light of everlasting love
do the one thing that truly matters: be positive +
the light will always embrace you
Under MoonlightUnderswept glow of moonlight: whiteUnder Moonlight in Free Verse More Like This
caressing the tips of shadows below
enchanting the eyes of dreamers
watchers of moons that rise and fall
the trusted few who know wonders
in the passing of shadows that take flight
an inner knowing - eyes where truth is told
beauty in a smile as the moon slowly arcs
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daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
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I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my teeth.
Naming them after characters
in a November's love story,
Porphyria, Dorian, and Gatsby-
I tasted earth and copper pennies.
Choking on peppermint and oils-
out of my mouth in rambles of
I recited poetic prayers to the classics.
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she has starving
little poet fingers,
the heroic hearts
of nameless protagonists.
But, she cries
tears of Saturn
on too-little-sleep nights,
& coffee ringed mornings.
They call her vanilla.
much too ripe to fall
with freckles on her
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all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.
& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'
don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.
i am not soft.
there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.
i am not soft.
i am lust, & war, & envy
i am sin,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.
but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.
'justlet me hold you.'
his callused hands were cancer,
my still body, a clock.
FeverI like pretending I mean something to the ghostsFever in Free Verse More Like This
who wreak havoc on my bones-
impaling these masochistic butterfly wings
on railroad spikes
between heartbeats and bedsheets,
I got a heart in New Orleans,
palms engraving names like
Juliet, Alexandria, & Christine
on the seats of greyhound buses.
& I'm offering up 102 degrees of skin to a godless moon
as I breathe in her night scent.
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An epiphany aged in its own beautiful winery,
A honeyed breath drawn in a moment so heated,
Its oven like intensity roasting any kind of chastity.
Irreverently juicy, pleasingly sinful,
Succulently divine in its every form
Lovemaking at its most beautiful
Moans that echo sheer gluttony.
I never knew passion was edible,
nor lust so delicious in its impassioned call
Until he showed me why chocolate
is the most deadly sin of them all.
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
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trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
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"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
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Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.Undeserved in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
A Snowfall CandlelitMy version of winter has always been flawed. It is controlled by the fall of snow and the exact amount of the ground it covers. It never ever covers the tiny little patch in the garden, right near the broken tin roofed shed. I suppose that is why I just like the idea of snow. But I do not love it.A Snowfall Candlelit in Free Verse More Like This
(Realisation: I suppose that little corner represents the only part of me that even I cannot love.)
I met a man with candle lit wolf eyes and a strong, warm lion heart, who tells me Sea God stories before disappearing into a cold, cold winter's morning, fog cloaking his very essence.
(Addendum: Sometimes I think of five a.m. coffee, and wonder if your smile didn't hold all of winter's warmth in it, whether I would still be liking the idea of it.)
He lights candles and turns my room into a place of sanctity and prayer often. It makes the love making ironic in a way, I suppose. But nothing he ever does fails to intrigue the very fabric that my cotton soul is made of.
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.Bones in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and try and gain the strength she had in her bones from her words. I always fail.
They told me I had a disease within my bones. It started from the bottom of my knee and was moving upwards. Because that is what bones did. They broke from the inside out. "There will be good days and bad days," they warned me. I knew at that very point that it was going
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't. in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."After Words in Free Verse More Like This
"Why? You'll just break it again."
"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."
"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."
"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."
"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."
"Again, concrete and soul. "
"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."
"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But at least I had them for a while."
"Don't be that way."
"I am going to be awake every single night and wish for a shooting star, so I can wish upon that shooting star to wish thoughts of you away."
"I wish this could be easier on you. You gave me so much and so many too."
"So much of love and so many wishes?"
"No, so much wishing and so many love