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Calming slightly when Zim began to rock him a bit, Dib sniffled wetly before merely wrapping his arms around Zim and hiding his face even more in the other's chest. "Like she cares what I have to deal with right now! Her goal in life has been the same as everybody else's: to make my life miserable!" He exclaimed, feeling himself losing it again.
Zim sighed. "Well, it's not my goal, Dib." He said, not wanting the other to feel alone in all this.
Dib remained silent for a few moments. "Well, it used to be..." He said in a quiet voice.
Zim frowned a bit. "I was just trying to stop you from foiling my plans of world conquest and exposing me." He argued back, not liking the fact Dib was lumping him in with everybody else who ever treated him like dirt.
"But I wasn't always out to stop and expose you! I was...I was just..." Dib sent Zim a wide-eyed, almost panicked look.
Zim looked at the other confused for a moment. "Hmm, what? It's not like I care that you were, Dib." He said, convinced th
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His face seeming to fall a bit at Zim's response to his question, Dib dropped his hand away from the others arm and pulled it back to himself to hug the blankets tightly.
Zim looked up at Dib quickly at his reaction. "Huh, I mean...Probably. I guess they can't keep you here for too much longer." He tried to send Dib a reassuring smile.
Dib looked back up at Zim sadly. "My mom was kept here for 4 months before she died..." He wrote out to the other on his arm again.
Looking back at him a little shocked by his words, Zim looked off to the side sadly for a moment before looking back at him again. "Well...It won't be the same for you, Dib." He said with a confident nod of his head.
Dib hugged the covers even tighter to himself. "I'm not so sure...I've only been here about 24 hours and already I have something jammed down my throat that's breathing for me." He wrote before tightening his grip on the covers slightly.
"Well, yes...But they said you might not have to keep that thing in..."
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Hardly giving Dib’s question any thought at all really, Zim merely waved it off after a brief moment of consideration. “Hmmm… Well… After my Tallest sent him to the deadly planet Blorch, probably with the intention of getting rid of him, he somehow managed to conquer it… Must have been an easy mission after all.” He half mumbled to himself before looking away with a none too impressed look on his face. “…But anyways, my leaders have been trying to get rid of him since. He just keeps coming back somehow though." He then shrugged it off as though what he’d just written to the other was a common, everyday conversation topic on his planet.
"O-Oh...W-Well, I guess you should be hoping he's still alive then if you plan on asking him to bring you stuff."
"Meh…" Zim looked away to the side for a moment before noticing the expression currently on Dib's face. Not wanting to come across as uncaring, he then sighed and continued writing.
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Just continuing to blink in some confusion at Zim and Dib, the nurse eventually returned her attention back to her notes.
Giggling through the tube a bit and squirming around in the bed, Dib, meanwhile, had by now closed his eyes with a big smile on his face, happy that he got what he wanted from Zim.
Zim gave him a light poke on the forehead. "Yeah, you better be happy, stink-beast." He smirked before giving his hair a small ruffle.
Reaching up a hand to take hold of Zim's hand, Dib blinked his eyes back open before intertwining their fingers together.
Staring down at him all the while, Zim moved his thumb gently against Dib's hand.
Dib brought up his free hand to write something else on Zim's arm. "Hey, where did Gir go anyways?" He asked, having only just then realized the android wasn't with them.
Zim's eyes grew wide. "Gir?! I don't-...He went home...Didn't he?...." He asked, having completely forgotten about Gir back when all the panic from earlier had unfolded.
"I don't remember
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Taking the glass of water being offered to him with shaking hands, Dib poured it into his mouth just so he could wash it out before spitting it into the toilet and flushing everything down. Slowly pushing himself up onto shaky legs, he then groaned out lowly, still holding his stomach. "Ugh...That hurt..." He said, throat burning and stomach feeling as though it had been impaled.
Moving himself nearer to him, Zim helped him onto his feet and held him up. "Dib. Mmmf...This was...My fault...I..."He looked down at the floor, ashamed.
Wincing as a sharp pain shot through his body from his abdomen, Dib shook his head slowly. "It's okay...It wasn't your fault...You just wanted me to get better." He said before leaning up heavily against Zim.
Trying to keep his balance for a moment, Zim took the glass from Dib and set it onto the floor before wrapping one arm around his back while using his other to scoop Dib's legs up from the floor to hold him again and take him back to the bedroom. Laying
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Opening his eyes slightly to watch Dib as he slept, Zim couldn't help but smile a bit at having Dib clinging to his uniform top. His mind still racing, he felt unable to drop off as quickly as the other. Before long, however, he finally felt himself drifting off to sleep with the human pressed close to him for warmth.
Letting out a small whine, Dib shifted in his sleep a bit and shivered. "Mmmm...Mom..." He murmured, tightening his hold on Zim's shirt.
Zim frowned in his sleep from all the shifting. "Mm...Mmm?" He peeked his eyes half open at Dib for a short moment before shuffling up nearer to him to get comfortable again.
Tugging at the covers in his sleep, Dib pulled them over his head as though to hide. "Mom...Mommy..." He let out a small whimper.
Opening his eyes fully at hearing that, Zim rubbed the top of his head, blinking sleepily and pushing himself up a little to pull at the covers. "...Dib?" He said, trying to get the other to come out from his hiding place.
His body shiver
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Blushing at the small lick to his cheek, Dib gave Zim's finger one last good suckle before pulling it from his mouth and turning over onto his back so he could look at Zim better, still cradling the other's arm to his chest. Turning over even more onto his other side so he could nuzzle himself into Zim's chest, he then hid his face there so the Irken wouldn't see his blush.
Wrapping his other arm around him to hug Dib closely to him, Zim lightly nuzzled against the top of his head, still smiling at him. "Hmmm...You are so...What's that word?...Oh, yes. Cute." He said before giving Dib another small nuzzle.
Lifting his head to look up at Zim, Dib's face flared up a bright red at the other's words. "Y-You think I'm c-cute?" He said, tilting his head to one side slightly.
Zim looked down at Dib a bit blankly. "Uhm...Yes?" He said, wondering now whether he had used the correct word to describe Dib.
His cheeks becoming a deep pink color, Dib blinked up at the Irken. "S-Since when did you st
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Not so sure he believed the other, Dib looked up at Zim worriedly. "E-Exactly what was happening in your nightmare anyways? O-Or do you not want to talk about it...?" He asked, figuring the Irken's dream must have been pretty bad if it had caused his PAK to react the way it had.
Zim stared back at him uncomfortably. "Uhmm..." A blush started to appear on his face as he shifted his eyes to the side, debating on whether or not to tell him before he finally looked back at him. "Well...I guess I owe you an explanation for almost breaking your arm." He looked off to the side again. "Th-They were trying to separate us." He then said in a voice barely above that of a whisper.
Dib looked at Zim a bit confused. "What? Who was trying to separate us?" He crawled up closer to Zim so that he was now sitting in the other's lap, pressed comfortably against him.
Staring down at the bed covers, Zim tensed for a moment when Dib moved into his lap before then relaxing and letting his eyes fall half-lidde
A friendYou look at me with those dreamy eyesA friend in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a faint smile touches your lips
You care for others, your heart is generous
You look at the world with love and positivity
I never see a scowl on your face
But only oppenness and truthfulness
Like a glass sculpture, I can look through you
And admire your beauty and form
And the light that shines within you
Are you a dream, it doesn't seem real?
Because the world seems so at odds with you
Lifes troubles and niggles don't seem to impact on you
As they do on me, bringing me down
In a cycle of worry and a forehead of frowns
You are younger than me, yet a mentor for me
Although I wouldn't ever admit that to you
But when I look at you, your carefree actions
Seem to lighten my dark thoughts and I feel unburdened
I know you've been through tough times
Yet those tough times seem to have made you patient
They haven't embittered you, or faded your gracefullness
I'll always remember you as a friend and will think of you a lot
DawnShadowsDawn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A world of shadows
A world of whispers
I want to see
Through your facade
Pull the sadness from your heart
We'll live this dream
For all it's worth
Light awakens us
And beckons our rebirth
Join me on this sojourn
We'll bathe in the tendrils
Of the celestial dawn
EmpireI... invented the smileEmpire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today I smiled at a stranger
He, fleetingly smiled back
And he looked happy
Today... I made a gesture of kindness
I helped someone to get through the day
They were grateful for my help
And they replied with a gesture of thanks
I...had a great battle against myself
It kept telling me to do bad
But, I fought it with everything and was good
Myself and I smiled at the world in happiness
Today...I conquered my greed and miserliness
I said hello to my neighbour and we talked
Gave to others, from what I had earnt
And it felt great, like nothing on this earth before
DuelTried to be like youDuel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To laugh with you
And to converse with you
But I couldn't understand you
Our conversation was stifling
As if a noose were being tightened
Slowly around my neck
You seem to me monochrome
Like an untuned TV set
We were on different wave lengths
Maybe its me, a flawed personality
I am an open book, a simple mind
Whereas you hide yourself
Behind closed doors, guarded phrases
An interrogatory manner
You won't find any hidden information from me
I've got nothing to hide
Conversing with you makes me uncoordinated
And self-concious, because the ground
On which I stand has moved
I have to hold on to something
So we'll stand back to back and walk ten paces
Then we'll shoot
Because that is both what we feel like doing
Let's not deny it
Not that we hate each other
But we basically can't stand each other
You bloody conservative
I hope I hit your darned heart
DirectionA statue with an angry faceDirection in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pointed to my sins
I followed it's direction
A statue with a hopeful face
Pointed to the sky
I followed it's direction
A statue with a sad face
Pointed to my will
I followed it direction
A statue with a happy face
Pointed to my heart
I followed it's direction
A statue with a crying face
Pointed at my tongue
I followed it's direction
I pointed to the heavens
With my hand on my heart
That is where I want to go
Can you point me in the right direction
RavineCan't writeRavine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Insides turned to ice
Ink is in the pen
Words scrawl across the page
Words of betrayal to yourself
The ink was your blood
The words were your tears
The recital was your heart
But now the words are dead
They speak to no-one
Take the pen
And stab yourself in the heart
Maybe then you will feel again
Before your last breath leaves your lips
You have to feel again
You have to feel again
Trying to climb out of the ravine
He points to you from the top
'Didn't I tell you if I had the chance, I would throw you down'
'Stay down there now'
You see the heavens
But you no longer desire to reach for them
Sun behind the cloudsSun behind the cloudsSun behind the clouds in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rays glint through
carressing your face
Shining into your eyes
Warming your soul
Blood pulses vigorously through your viens
Making you forget
A previous life of troubles and of cares
The clouds glide lazily by
The sun now on you full force
Close your eyes
And subside into your proto-self
Your limbs reach for the sun
Absorbing it's nourishment
Your mind a blank canvas
It's pigments faded under the heat
When you awaken you will take your first breath....
Be with youIt's all written in a stone tabletBe with you in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Etched by the water flowing
Over it's hard surface
We're all feather down in the wind
Blowing where it takes us
Some of us get blown close to a fire
And we burn, our ashes disintegrate
And we return to the earth
Your essenece is etched in my soul
By your tender carress over my exposed breast
Our meeting was no coincidence
We were propelled by our fate
The relationship that we have
Burned my identity away
Until I forgot my own name
And I desired nothing else but to be with you
AngelsMother,Angels in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have just been given life,
I have already seen death,
Someone was there smiling to me
The next day they were gone
And I wondered where they were
I am happy, I have seen your sadness,
I laughed, you could only manage a faint smile back
I don't see the usual look in your eyes
Have you lost something mother that you used to like
I remember I felt like that when I lost something
You told me that the flashes in the sky were angels
And that they would take me to heaven
Heaven is a colorful place, full of flowers
It's full of happy people, and we will live there
Father is waiting for us there, he's bought me a present
Will you sing me a song, a song about angels
Angels are beautiful and they have wonderful smiles
Sometimes I think you are an angel
Because you have a nice smile, and a bright face
And whenever I feel scared if you hold me I don't feel scared anymore
Shoot outThe starting point of my thoughtShoot out in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is my doubt
The beginning of my wandering
Is my weakness
Come out of the shadows
And face your foes
Be clear in your intent
Reality seems monochrome and misty
It used to be clear and colorful
A rope for you
To pull you out of these clouds
Or for you to
Tie your arms with
And hang yourself
Come out and show your hands
Point them towards the heavens
When the smoke clears
We'll fight to the death
The devil wants your heart
Your eyes like angels have to see true and clear
Because he's got his weapon aimed
And he desires your soul in chains
Look at your enemies without fear
Bullets are shot
And fly through the air
It's like music to your ears
A brief beatiful melody
That lasts for eternity
'Hey Angel eyes you know what you are?....'
The devil lies in a ditch
The ugliness lies with the noose round his throat
And the good walks away free and rich
Love, The BoyI think I love you.Love, The Boy in Free Verse More Like This
I got your letter when it fell from the sky and crashed onto my head and went straight through to my heart. I can still recite every word that you said; it's buried in my soul.
It's you and me now. I can still taste your kiss on my tongue. You tasted like freedom and touched me like rain. It was the kind of rain that you don't ever want to end. I know that your heart hurts sometimes when you see the past, but give me a chance to show you the fireflies.
The Boy Who Stole Your Heart
Please, show me the fireflies under the moon while we fish for stars in the river. You told me once that the only thing we could use for bait was my blue eyes. I want to lay on the floor with you and count our memories on our fingers and toes.
You promised me heaven and kept your word, something no one else knew how to do. I tried to run away but you followed me down the broken pavement and held me when I cried all over your favorite tee shirt.
Let's dance tonight under th
The Sea ChildThe mirror hides liesThe Sea Child in Other More Like This
Honesty I never held in my hands
With you beside me
There are new worlds, forget now
All the memories you left inside the
Stars before we fell into the sky.
Scarlet whispers in the night
In the daylight's rebirth
When velvet touches kiss burning skin
Lost in the reverie of nothingness
And everything at the same time
The clock ticks monotonous
As we dream.
I am holding together the pieces of my eyes
As I wander, searching
For something I can no longer see
As you hold my hands together in prayer
Lost, I am found
Inside the deep recesses of your truth
Where the ocean is a mother singing her lullaby
To a tiny sea-child.
AtelophobiaYour skin cracks when you breathe andAtelophobia in Free Verse More Like This
Your imperfection bleeds onto brittle pages
When you write fragments of letters
Into a poet's wandering thoughts.
Your knees hit the ground and your hands
Fold together in prayer every day; beg
For redemption or you will fail again.
Break your mind over impossible dreams
And paint black and blue over your
Secret fears, hidden far beneath the
Bent bones of your skeletal eyes.
Innocent's ChildDon't make her cryInnocent's Child in Free Verse More Like This
she's just a baby
and she doesn't know
that the world
can be dark.
She plays in the sand
letting her feet sink in
while the tide rushes
over her toes.
She laughs and dances
In a flower-print dress
down the porch steps
under the starry eyes
of the night.
She touches the tips of
wildflowers in the meadow
with gentle fingers
smelling with a button nose
WanderlustBeautiful colorsWanderlust in Free Verse More Like This
Winding with the river
The clocks slow and still
When Time is a transparent ghost
Disappearing in the haze-covered past.
Wanderlust in our eyes
We strive to search
To dream again.
Inspiration guides us by the hand
A broken chain that often
Leaving us to wander alone
Wishing upon a starless sky.
I am slave to ambition
Driving ever onward toward
A sky that moves beyond my reaching fingers.
Prayer For The Forgotten ChildI heard your heart break.Prayer For The Forgotten Child in Free Verse More Like This
it sounded like the ocean was crying
salted tears and holding br ok en
coral in her blue arms.
"never to be," you cried as you fell through the earth
with battered wings.
I called to you but my voice
was lost in the storm above
the skies where the angels
prayed for forgiveness.
you were forbidden to enter
the land where the clouds
touch the earth and the trees
sing forgotten melodies.
The PrisonI was a homeThe Prison in Free Verse More Like This
Built with glass eyes and wooden ties
To keep them safe from harm.
She was beautiful
I was her prison
Built with haunted cries and staring eyes
Watching her every move.
She would die
A little more
And a little more.
She was afraid
Of the nights and the lights
Who plagued her dreams.
She couldn't leave
Because her heart wasn't strong enough
Her life wasn't long enough
To break free.
shards of stained glassi heard the story of my death todayshards of stained glass in Free Verse More Like This
cold and naked, buried beneath ice
and the black wings of crows
or was it engulfed in greedy flame
crying for mercy
by the memories of your eyes
trembling hands crawling over
shards of a stained glass window.
The Hat Tip GirlBreathe, thou born of lilies and fresh spearmint leavesThe Hat Tip Girl in Free Verse More Like This
For what have you to fear from the world?
Your diamonds are forever smile encased by ruby slipper lips
Causes a hat to tip,
A step to falter,
Eyes to stray.
They grovel like dogs for a crumb from your table
Yet you simmer and pine, "Love won't ever be mine,"
While you walk down the street, eyes averted modestly
To your clicking-clack shoes and your purple spring coat
Your star-sparkle eyes are a gift that they seek
They tip a hat, flourish a cane,
Hoping for a glimpse, just one glimpse
Of a favoring smile.
So I ask you again what have you to fear from the world?
shatterI would shatter for you. I would kiss the face of Death with charred lips and touch grim Despair with bloodstained hands. The music haunts my nightmares and turns my dreams into black ash, a taste in my mouth.shatter in Free Verse More Like This
I would fall into frozen time for you. Smoke tendril fingers caress my chilled face, creeping into the pools of blue ice through which I see the world. I'm bleeding water and fear and hope.
I would paint blood in my tears for you. I would stumble through the night's dark and lonely road to bring you back one single light, fallen from the sky's velvet face. I am a star, ancient and bitter.
I would die for you.
L ineffable IILe sang se répand,L ineffable II in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Les feuilles se colorent.
Le sens du Koyo.
La sorciereUne jolie rousseLa sorciere in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pourquoi es-tu si pâle?
Le bûcher t'attend.
FamilleJe ne grandis plus.Famille in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Les parents vieillissent
Ma pensée mûrit
Perdue dans mes penseesSilencieusement,Perdue dans mes pensees in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
L'herbe me regarde grandir.
OniriqueMa main touche l'eauOnirique in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Le reflet de la lune
Dévoile ma peau
Sur sa tombe/On her graveMon dernier baiser fut pour elle!Sur sa tombe/On her grave in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She got my one last kiss!
La lloronaElle pleureLa llorona in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tous les mots m'appellent
L'eau coule en moi
La dichotomie des poupees russesIls vont et viennentLa dichotomie des poupees russes in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La mer m'apaise
Elle est son double
Ma madeleine de ProustLe linge sècheMa madeleine de Proust in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
C'est un brin de lavande
Broken Glass and Fake Smiles"Momma...don't cry. I still love you, Momma." Glittering eyes, olive green, and wide with a mix of fear and uncertainty, look up from under brown bangs, overgrown like the tangled weeds in the front yard.Broken Glass and Fake Smiles in Short Stories More Like This
Chubby fingers, with nails lined in dirt, desperately try to brush back the hair that's matted to his mother's face with her own blood. Tears have carried rivers of her cheap eyeliner across the premature wrinkles in her face, and she tries to hide her eyes from her worried son. "Just go play, Nathan." Her hands lash out, and she chokes out the words, and he's pushed from his protective place beside her bed, landing on the hardwood with a thump.
Tears welling in his round eyes, he stands and heads for the door, "I love you, Momma. I promise." He whispers, brows pulled together, as he stands at the door, taking in her shuddering frame, knees pulled to her chest, and face shrouded in a mess of hair and shame.
Their empty apartment seems to ring with her sobs, as he slinks away from her,
Ignite MeMake me hotter than the mantle of the Earth,Ignite Me in Free Verse More Like This
and paint my skin with burnt-out charcoal.
Make my organs feel like fireflies.
Burn my tongue with your white-hot passion
and then kiss away the burns on every limb,
with lips that tickle like forest fires .
Make our sweat feel like dewdrops,
that come with the sunrise, spilt like crimson wine.
Light the sky on fire,
and we'll burn it down to the last glowing embers
amongst trilobite fossil clouds.
Inhale this smoke,
my hot breath on your lips and neck.
Let me asphyxiate you with fiery eyes
and kisses that take both of our breath away.
Leaving our chests rising
like anxious butterflies
caught in the blaze.
Falling like ash,
the fire's shadowy snowflakes.
Until we are splayed
the fire still blazing, reflected in our glistening gazes,
and arms wrapped around each other,
hearts pounding with their own flickering flames.
Sherbet MonstersThey're sherbet monsters,Sherbet Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
with glowing boogie men green dripping from their incisors,
and vanilla sprinkles in their hair.
With giggles sweet enough to rot teeth,
and impress the Muffin Man's gingerbread boys.
They're sand castle architects,
paid in sunny smiles to build grand castles
for underwater kings and queens,
visiting the crabs and sandflies as the ride rolls in.
They've got bucket helmets and beach towel capes.
protecting the living room from inside blanket and dining room chair forts.
The ferns are never safe
from tabby cat's clutches,
uprooting flower-plant faeries from their hiding spots as seeds in the soil.
They're monster hunters,
dragging out house-coat villains from shadowy closets,
and gathering stuffies to barricade their bodies in bed.
Tabby cats with glittering eyes, waiting to pounce on slumbering toes,
but drawn away by the promise of warm milk.
rewriting boring bedtime stories.
stretching to highfi
Fallen Angel"They're only blackberry stains, Scottie." She assures me, soft voice lilting and whispery like the east coast wind, tinged with the taste of salt, that teases her obsidian hair.Fallen Angel in Short Stories More Like This
I'm tracing the harsh purple bruises that tell painful stories as they paint her ivory skin like serpent tails, crawling down her concave collarbones, and curling unforgivingly around her thin upperarms.
"Angel kisses will wipe them all away while I sleep." She promises, brushing my fingers away from her bleached porcelain skin, as if she might break under my fleeting and gentle touch, and I wonder which one of us she's trying to convince.
"You're the only angel I've ever seen." I reply, smiling and trying to grasp her hand in my own, as she pushed me further
"No...I fell from Heaven too long ago." She whispers, more to the bluffs at our backs than to me, "I got lost in the poison ivy and briar thorns, ripping and tearing at my skin like demon teeth. The sky seemed so far away, and blackness buried the sun, co
Like Tomorrow Will Never ComeWe're still young,Like Tomorrow Will Never Come in Free Verse More Like This
with s i n g s o n g children's voices in our throats,
and beautiful muddy footprints in our hearts.
We're still beautiful,
with lopsided smiles,
and laughs that make the sun's heart ache.
So grab my hand,
and I'll show you the sunshine,
hidden under bluebell wings,
and butterfly petals.
We'll run in circles,
just to make my dress twirl,
and our lungs burn
(in the good kind of way.)
We'll jump in the rain,
with laughter pealing
trying to outscream the storm.
We'll camp under the stars,
with only the velvet black canopy as our tent,
counting the stars,
and naming each one after a reason we love each other.
We'll make paper airplanes,
with our wishes written on the wings,
throwing them to the sky,
to show that we have no limit on what we can do.
We'll ride bareback on our horses,
that look just like us,
until we've gotten lost in the blueberry patches,
dying our lips purple,
and leaving secret kisses on each other's
Riverbank DovesHer pale fingertips, lithe and limber, and born to dance across ivory and ebony, were intertwined with a red silk ribbon, dancing across the sky, and whispering to the clouds. She carried a white dove on that string with her, wings the color of frostbitten windowpanes. Walking, with bare soles across the eastern riverbank of wave kissed pebbles, she carried that small prospect of peace with her, wondering where home was if her heart had no place.Riverbank Doves in Short Stories More Like This
The shore told her stories of other souls that had walked the same banks, tales that curved through history books and hourglasses. Her dove, the shade of the moon, sweeping it navy velvet overcoat over its shoulders, played in the long grass, crying for distant places and lost homes that only came to it in dreams. The girl learned to mimic the moans that the bird let out, so that her own sobs could be covered by the blanket of the bird's mournful songs.
Nighttime came for the pair, when the traffic slowed to only the rare streak of light in th
A Promise Wrapped In ThornsYou told me you'd bring me a rose on every one of our dates.A Promise Wrapped In Thorns in Short Stories More Like This
I remember you vowing that, as you stood on my porch, in your rented tuxedo, and handed me my very first one. Just a simple red rose, but it was the most beautiful sight, held in your shaking hand. I remember smiling at you, a smile that must have lit up the night, because I had never felt more loved in my life. I set the rose in a vase, and took your hand in mine. Your hands were sweating, and I knew you were afraid, but I never wanted to let go. "What are you scared of?" I had asked, as you held the door of your car open for me, eyes wide in an intoxicating mix of eagerness, and fright. "Only of losing you." The words were shaky as they escaped your lips, nothing out of a romance novel, but they warmed my heart nonetheless. And as I stood on my tiptoes, that night, as you wished me a goodnight, and I let my lips whisper across yours, I knew you'd keep your promise. I set the rose on the windowsill by my bed, a
Love Me Like This Is Our LastThrow me onto the bed,Love Me Like This Is Our Last in Free Verse More Like This
like between the covers holds a valley
where dinosaurs still breathe.
Where baby triceratops breed between our birthmarks,
shaped like great pyramids,
and the big dipper,
and the other six dozen world wonders I've found on your body.
Where I can ride long necks,
whose spines remind me of ivory and ebony keys,
vertebrae painted in black and white and varying shades of bruise
as my fingers run their length.
Press your lips to me,
like you're a junkie looking for that one last fix
before the cops close in.
Like I've got your need on my cheekbones,
and the curves of my ankles,
and the tender skin of my inner thighs,
where sweet sweat starts to dew when you run your hands across me.
Hold me to you,
like the angels have all become arsonists,
and the sky is on fire
with red wine and cat-tail oranges.
Like the buildings are crumbling,
and the only thing that can put out the flames
is the perfect chorus your breaths make when they mingle with my moans,
enough to make the
CirclesI'm on the cold floor at the foot of the bed, slumped resignedly against the mattress. My stringy, black hair hangs feebly over my pale face and I stare, eyes blank and glassy, at the bare, off-white wall. I start suddenly, as his strong hand lands on my shoulder. I can't even muster the energy or desire to look up into his eyes, which I can picture, warm brown and laced with concern. His hands trail down, over my shoulder blades, jutting from my hunched back, and stop halfway down.Circles in Short Stories More Like This
With one finger, he draws circles on my cold skin, "Do you know what's special about circles, my love?" he asks, whispers seeming too loud in my empty mind.
I let my shoulders rise and fall, not trusting my voice, days without use weakening it. He continues drawing his circles on my bare skin for a moment before answering, "They just go on forever." he emphasizes his quiet words by tracing the same loop continuously, never lifting his warm finger. "No angles, no corners, no edges. Just one
I Used To BeOur toes are making tidal waves in the water, dusk-dazed legs dangling from the pier, as she rests her head on my shoulder. Hair the color of cedar bark, and as fine as spider silk, tickles my chin, as she lifts her cheek.I Used To Be in Short Stories More Like This
My eyelids, pinned down by fireflies and dying embers, open sleepily, and I scan her body, a slender silhouette against the burning sunset. "I used to be a mermaid." Her lips, the pale pink of a catfish belly, whisper to me, as fingertips brush the white tips of persistent waves.
I can't manage more than a drowsy, "Oh?" captivated by the curve of her back, bent so can whisper to the waves, and the quiet melody she produces with her words.
"Mhmm." It's more of a sigh, dripping with longing, that splashes into the warm water, and caresses our feet. "But they caught me in their nets. I remember the sudden change of current, and the sweeping green mesh that stole me out of my waters. Their wide eyes, and grimy fingers, insistent on poking and prodding my every limb. They
things of which i have learned to let gomy past with youthings of which i have learned to let go in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and the future i'll never have with you,
and the recoil of a shotgun.
cordite, copper, basil, beer,
words, the writing on the wall,
penned notes not written in ink.
handfuls of sand. old seashells in buckets
that sit on the shelf and have no meaning.
buttons unbuttoned and buttons no more,
ends that don't meet, weak links in the chain,
projection, resistance, transference,
expectations, both mine and those of others.
bruises that bloom like wilted roses
and stain your skin, pounded flat.
scars that fade
and scars that won't,
scars you see
and scars you don't.
lock-back blades between my fingers.
wishes, anger, grief;
and, on some occasions, the shame.
monsters under the bed.
monsters in the bed.
the hotkey for pause, the hotkey for escape,
the doorknob and my foot in the crack.
the idea of
and the pressure to become
someone i will never be.
better on your floor than ever in my bedi have not slept well without the aid of sedatives since you left.better on your floor than ever in my bed in Emotional More Like This
the dreams are screamers that set my lungs on fire and burn my body to bones and when i wake up, it is in a bed of ashes and i am alone to rebuild.
i am not a phoenix
and i cannot live on smoke.
the drugs, they dampen the ground beneath my feet, the air is thick with the tension before a storm that never comes, and i choke on every breath and wake from drowning without remembering the struggle. the memories elude me. the forgetting is, in a way, worse.
you used to be able to beat down the blaze, to pull me from the fire-pit before i settled in for the night. you used to make me feel safe.
in your bed, with you close, the dreams still came. they didn’t fear you the way they should have. but you displaced them, stood up to them and chased away the dark, and with you next to me, i slept better than i had in a year. because when i woke in the dead of night, when i cried and no one h
Disengage[in some vague fashion]Disengage in Concrete Poetry More Like This
she was aware of the i m p e n d i n g blow
but time seemed irrelevant [at the moment]:
struck by a strange--elegance?--
as his palm descended [with all the grace
of a tree felled by lightning];
the m.e.a.s.u.r.e.d, deliberate fall,
almost majestic in its resignation--
c u l m i n a t i n g with
a CRACK of thunder and
a bolt of pain.
Losing steamI am fifteenLosing steam in Free Verse More Like This
but my body and
are not mine.
I have scars on my arms
and memories of dark beauty--
bitter beads of blood
slide the knife
unzip my skin
and step outside--
who would I be
and how would I look?
perhaps I'm hollow?
underneath all this--
I'm not actually real?
maybe I was never here
just a dream
or was it a nightmare?
everybody wants me to
act my age
but I'm fifteen
so God only knows what that means.
not a child
not so innocent
not an adult
still too young.
I have to learn to talk to adults
and make phone calls to strangers
and manage my money
and drive a car.
I have to take care of the twins
teach them and protect them
and still be their friend.
I have to grow up soon
but i don't know if I'm ready...
Safeshe tells me that they stole her wordsSafe in Free Verse More Like This
marked them in red and wrung them out dry
leaving her shockingly [bare]
so she took up her -sharpest- pen
and she c a r v e d out her words
[close to her heart they'll be safe]
Lucidall this time she's seemed so nearLucid in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her angel face you hold so dear
she'll find you in that darkest time
her eyes will speak sans reason, rhyme
in time you will remember things
of birds and bones and broken wings
of deadly secrets, shattered dreams
things left unsaid and silent screams
with open heart and open mind
stand in the rain and you will find
that healing lies in these things true
and to remember changes you
An Easter memoryImagine the approaching dawn of a crisp spring day, its buttery heat bringing the frosted landscape to life. An Easter morning in the not-too-long-ago past. Consider the cool white kitchen of a nondescript house in the suburbs. Spindly rays of light pierce the ashy cloud cover, casting a faint glow on the dingy walls opposite the glass-paned windows. A sturdy wooden table is its main feature; placidly set upon a dingy linoleum floor, its mismatched chairs bear testament to the whims of its owners. Just today the thermostat was, after much coercion, turned up.An Easter memory in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Someone is peeking around the banister at the foot of the stairs. He is wearing green footie pajamas and his chocolate hair is tousled with sleep. He has that slightly gawky look of a child in a growth spurt, like a colt--not quite used to the extraordinary length of his legs, not quite caught up in the rest of his body--but his round face betrays him with its anticipatory expression. His eyes are sharp and blue. After a moment
In the interest of full disclosurei am not the person you thinkIn the interest of full disclosure in Letters More Like This
and you will realize that all too soon.
i am not what people have built me up to be
and i am destroying myself in trying to measure up.
i am not interesting.
if i were a puzzle, all of my pieces
would be careworn with age and wear
colors dull and muted--
a picture prosaically familiar;
there is nothing pretty to look at here.
i am not beautiful. i am not the kind of person
that they write about,
stories and poems that make you cry.
i am not strange enough to be special,
but i am not normal enough to fit in.
i am not fragile enough to engender support,
but i am not strong enough to help myself
let alone those who are foolish enough to rely on me.
i am not a delicate collectible
that people wish to adopt
and call my problems their own.
i am a dusty cliché
that has seen better days.
let me be clear:
i am none of these things.
i am not.
InvocationSpeak through me, Muse, and sing me the taleInvocation in Free Verse More Like This
Of that girl unskilled in the ways of the world--
The intrepid wanderer,
Seeking truth for years on end,
Oblivious to the dynamics around her
As others talk with their eyes and dance with their words.
Many the nights she's lain awake,
Living the hurts of her friends, powerless to help.
Trying to save the world
When she can't even save herself.
She wrote dark storms of words
And ascertained the deceptive nature of journals.
She lied to others and she lied to herself.
She learned that sharp words leave scars,
Struggling each day to open her eyes
And walk toward the light;
Yet despite her best intentions, sometimes she strayed:
But hands were there to guide her back to the path,
And hearts were there to share her pain.
Growing and changing and coming to see
That she didn't have to understand humanity to be human--
She doesn't have to earn love to be loved,
And angels can hide in the oddest of places.
Of these trials and tribulatio
Antithetic SubsistenceLet me burnAntithetic Subsistence in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as I turn to
May 29th, 2010
Our DialectWords of kindness,Our Dialect in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
words of sorrow,
words that kill,
words that yield
These words mend
our broken souls,
obtaining the power
of the utmost gods.
Your language creates
barriers and you separate;
this was never meant to be.
You are the epitome
of my broken English.
what do they mean?
I speak this language
every day and
every single time
you turn away.
Do you ever stop to think about
how your words affect me,
how your words infect me?
You were this glorious,
yet you use your words to kill
and maim what we have created.
You speak in tongues,
pushing the world away
yet you are unaffected.
Separate me from
the foul language you
so callously spew forth,
like venom coursing
through these veins.
Your words could heal me,
your words could save me,
But you deteriorate our love
And with these words you kill me.
-Brian Shuffett/Bobbie Lynn
Aoril 22nd, 2010
DiscomposureYou stumbleDiscomposure in Free Verse More Like This
from the tree
and still you sing,
"Life has only
brought me pain."
of your misery
as if it were a
can bruises bring?
speak in fear,
to the tears."
July 27th, 2009
MendaciousThe heart falters;Mendacious in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it is a weak and
I feel a clasp
tight as a clamp
around it when I
hear your voice
echoing in this
What beckons me
are the demons
that dwell within you.
They speak in tongues
and I curse them.
is mere poison;
a dialect long
bereft of veracity.
March 19th, 2010
DisconsolateA forgoneDisconsolate in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what we might
what now holds
you and I
I am vexed,
and through this
I simply cannot
hear my own
May 6th, 2010
EffeteYour silenceEffete in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
pulls me out
of my dream.
There is a
yet I cannot
you so wish
I cannot escape
as it approaches.
No words form
upon my lips
to cast a curse
in any tongue.
June 13th, 2010
MelancholiaI wish forMelancholia in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a day that I
was not pained
by your memory,
a day when I
did not feel
was upon me.
I search for
yet it seems
a feeble attempt
at erasing that
which will never
vanish from the
depths of my mind.
and I can
You deny my
hand and I have
found a way to
reach my end
June 21st, 2010
IsolationI sleep throughIsolation in Free Verse More Like This
the daylight hours,
evading the premise
of mortal sanity.
My mind draws
no hope from
the confines of this
I seek solitude,
comfort of dying
apart from you.
March 21st, 2010
DiscernI can takeDiscern in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a hint without
my sense of self,
but it's so hard
to tell who is real.
July 24th, 2010
RetrospectionWe beg for mercy,Retrospection in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to be pardoned
of a sin not of
our own volition;
to escape what
haunts the mind
and distorted images.
There is an escape,
but it seems far-fetched,
and it only leads
to further damnation.
Breaking the silence
with a subtle scream;
still the heart is
shattered with memories.
July 11th, 2010
Little SoldierThe lonely little soldier on top of the hillLittle Soldier in Free Verse More Like This
knows he must fall; it's part of the drill.
He appears so lost, and doesn't know what to do...
so he looks with searching eyes up to the great blue.
He thinks and he ponders about what may come,
and while the heavens are uncaring, the wind starts to hum.
A spirited dirge on fluttery wings
is the only clue of what the future brings.
Its whispers tell of ages past,
and how the time has flown so fast.
The little soldier closes his eyes,
letting his heart say its last goodbyes.
Wrinkles tell of experiences taking their toll,
and wearily speak of the years they stole.
Fragile, leathery skin with holes and cracks
show how the little soldier's taken too many hacks.
His comrades have fallen one by one,
each of their landings like fire from a gun.
A crack is heard and he's over the edge, falling.
As he tumbles, his soul answers a calling,
rising above and looking upon the shell that once held him.
The limbo between life and death fades and becomes di
It's Greek to Me, Take TwoWe're all born defenseless,It's Greek to Me, Take Two in Free Verse More Like This
Vulnerable to the world and its harsh,
As we grow, we inch our way into the
First our hands
They reach out into the great river.
The ripples that are made distort
Our future, making it our
Like a fingerprint.
This fingerprint becomes a mere
Smudge as we live.
Our arms enter next,
Flowing in seamlessly, effortlessly.
We hold our future tight, not wanting
However inevitable it is.
We embrace the future in
And strange thoughts start to occur.
We want to grow up so fast,
We claim that sticks and stones are
The only things to break bones, that
Could never hurt us.
But it is the words that truly hurt,
Breaking us down bit by bit.
Young adults, on our way out into the
And we believe we are impenetrable
Thoroughly dunked in the river of life,
Drunk and intoxicated on our imagined
It is the very Styx that we thought couldn't
But it has. Parents do their best, trying t
Home?this is a yellow brick houseHome? in Free Verse More Like This
that is home to many a mouse,
but is not one to me.
this house is a stepping stone
that wears me to the bone,
but i don’t let anyone see.
this house carries voices
that limit my choices,
but i will one day fly free.
this house is so sick
that it sucks my life like a tick,
but i will not fall to my knee.
this is a yellow brick house
that doesn’t attempt to rouse,
but i will carry on, and simply be.
Tails Thud...thud thud...THUD! I cracked open the eye closest to where the thudding came from, only to be met with six, sparkling amber eyes—pupils constricted and intent—and little tails flapping all over like brightly banded, writhing snakes. I flick an ear in their direction, and all rustling stops. Closing my eye once again, I listen for paws tearing up the ground. When they’re only a short distance away, I start to rise, baring my fangs in a ferocious roar, eyes blazing. My display startles the youngest, causing him to skid on the damp ground and hightail it to the nearest bush for protection, the cub’s quivering making the berries fall off.Tails in Short Stories More Like This
His two older siblings keep charging, the female disappearing for a moment before tackling my head from behind, and the male barreling straight into my chest. I collapse in slow motion, as if their impacts caused it, purring a deep, throaty chuckle. Rolling onto my back, the cubs pummel my bell
Wordsmy muse has left, gone;Words in Free Verse More Like This
my mind blank like that of a fawn...
why this happened, I know not
in my life's story, which has no plot...
this poem, reminiscent of Seuss
in the rhyming alone, is what I deduce
since this blank mind
can think of nothing but to bind
my thoughts to a page
and for that page to be my cage
but will this very cage be my ticket--
that very golden path--out of this thicket
of my mind's construction, the maze
in which I twist and stumble in a daze
among creatures of my making, of light,
and of darkness, lurking in the night...
both attack with different means;
never the same twice...and my soul keens,
yearning to stay in the bright glow
of health and happiness...I know
that I may return to the dark side
but that idea, I don't want to abide:
and so I am restless, my mind churning
with thoughts that reel, burning...
they leave their scars
on the walls of my head, my heart; bars
on my way to true joy
though one special boy
brings me there...past the haunts
and past the fe
[Untitled]Fire licks the sky with its blazing tongue--[Untitled] in Free Verse More Like This
leaving no smoky tails to slither--
its taste buds luxuriating in the wind
that funnels around, twisting and
manipulating the tendrils higher and higher.
The air feeds into flames, into lungs;
smarting, deadening, crisping and
cleansing. Clean mold apparent,
it weighs heavily, hardly a moth's breath;
like an old love. Feelings boiling, burning
in the best ways; all-consuming. It soon
festers, only to leave emptiness in its
wake. A hollow heart echoes its sorrows,
pleading for release from its cage. Its song
is heard, and the wind caresses its tune,
holding it close, coaxing it out into the world.
The melancholy notes disperse, leaving only
exultant cries of freedom with a mere
undercurrent of what was, but not is.
The tempest carries the sound across the
flickering lights in the sky, exploding
into technicolor displays with sparks
trailing, meandering back down to Earth,
reluctant to be a part of such a
mundane aspect of life. They bas
The Retired HusbandAfter he retired, Joe's wife insisted that he accompany her on her trips to Target. Unfortunately, like most men, he found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, his wife is like most women - she loves to browse.The Retired Husband in Short Stories More Like This
Yesterday his dear wife received the following letter from the local Target Store:
Dear Mrs. Harris (alias),
Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Harris, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras:
1. June 15: He took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official vo
Rainy SeasonLet your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. ~Malagasy ProverbRainy Season in Free Verse More Like This
So long I have waited
Yet the storm always evaded
My calling, my wanting
Ever on the edge, ever taunting
The flower had withered and died
In that barren scape, to the earth it was tied
The first drops held promise
How could I know, being but a novice
A novice in this tricky art
Of reviving a numb, cold heart
A steady rain came
And the flower was never the same
Torrent after torrent, never halting
That flower grew and grew, never faulting
In the river with a never ending flow
That let shine the flickering inner glow
O Teacher! my Teacher!Parody of "O Captain! my Captain!" by Walt WhitmanO Teacher! my Teacher! in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
O Teacher! my Teacher! My homework is done,
The paper has weathered my brain, the grade I sought is won,
The end is near, the bell I hear, the students all hurry,
While we all hasten through the hall, the school loud and noisy;
But O no! no! no!
O the cursed numbers of red,
Where in the room I sign the sheet,
'Late sign in,' it said.
O Teacher! my Teacher! I tried not to be late;
"Rise up--for you a tardy--for you shall answer next,
For you have question number one--for you must answer right,"
For you, teacher, the answer I will give, students' eager faces turning;
Here Teacher! dear Scholar!
This I must rack my head,
It is a hard one that takes time,
"Oy vey," she said.
My Teacher does not comment, her expression still;
My Teacher does not answer, she has no thought or will;
The answer long, through and through, its end near and done;
From fearful silence the bell's trills ring; I have won;
Go O students, and write O less
Ode to the SensesClouds laze around a fiery sun.Ode to the Senses in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly drifting on a vanilla breeze
That tickles the palm fronds with casual fun.
The saccharin aroma wafts along, only to tease
My nose. I let it encase me with complete ease.
A taste lingers in my mouth: peppermint bliss.
Adding to the cloying layer of vanilla, it makes me beg for more with a 'pretty please'.
Just the thought of more makes me miss
Those lazy days on the beach, hoping to kiss
The waves. The water's pounding on the rocks
Is puer music, a piano perfectly cascading with the mint's hiss
In my mouth. The water crescendos and knocks
Into my feet, drenching my socks.
My feet squish through the white, cottony sand,
Which brings me back to the stirring, wat'ry docks.
The soft sand races through my toes, runs through my hand.
This foreign scene is really a soft, fluffy, and familiar land.
Flames lick the sky, and set my eyes ablaze. Done
Is the day, but the memory remains tangible, like an all-encompassing band.
L'OMBRE X - SHADOW XL'ombre XL'OMBRE X - SHADOW X in Free Verse More Like This
Reflets du soir sur l'eau salée
Les vagues avalent ton absence
Evening's reflections on salty water
Waves swallowing your absence
Frantz, 23 january 2012
COMPTINE DE LA LUNESur l'air de « Au clair de la lune »COMPTINE DE LA LUNE in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Au clair de la lune
L'argent brille en l'eau
Triste, la lagune
Reflète un halo
Et de blonds cheveux
Noire et pâle escorte
D'une âme sans vux.
Sa face livide
Songe à d'autres cieux
Ses yeux clairs dévident
Leurs derniers adieux
Lui, seul, misérable
Pleure son amour
Son ange adorable
Morte au point du jour.
"Éclair de la lune
Porte-moi au loin
Du lit de Neptune
Je n'ai pas besoin
D'un blanc coquillage
Mais de sang d'Azur
Pour mon maquillage
Un peu d'argent pur."
Le clair de la lune
A ouvert sa porte
De rêve et de rune
À la jeune morte.
L'OMBRE VI - SHADOW VI(english translation below)L'OMBRE VI - SHADOW VI in Free Verse More Like This
Mon amante dans la mer
Frantz, novembre 2011.
Crowned with foam
My mistress in the sea
Consumed by stars
Frantz, november 2011.
iaido XXVArticuler le sable et l'invisible // articulating sand and the imperceptibleiaido XXV in Free Verse More Like This
Autophage / AutophagousUn papillon mortAutophage / Autophagous in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dévoré par les chenilles
devoured by caterpillars
Frantz, mai / may 2013
Assaisonner les abysses / Seasoned in the abyssIl vogue au sudAssaisonner les abysses / Seasoned in the abyss in Free Verse More Like This
cascadé de chaos rampant
- spirit in black
Cascaded by crawling chaos
he sails south - spirit
Frantz, mai 2013.
FRENCH PEDAGOGY (glory to Zeus)After a catastrophic appointment with the teacher, do not say to your child:FRENCH PEDAGOGY (glory to Zeus) in Short Stories More Like This
"I'll kick your ass, you little twerp"
But rather say:
"I will enhance your locomotion skills."
Après un rendez-vous cataclysmique avec le maître d'école, ne dites pas à votre enfant :
"Je vais te botter le cul, petit con"
Mais dites plutôt :
"Je vais te procurer une assistance à la locomotion."
Frantz, avril 2013.