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Red MeatI asked one-hundred men:Red Meat in Free Verse More Like This
Is it something you should avoid -
ball sweat?
Is it the bane of your existence
that you contemplate
all you cannot fathom, like
how your body has hair growing where it
never used to be, and no longer
grows hair where you'd like it to be?
Does it make you more aggressive,
or is it red meat
that affects you in this way?
Is it the lack of oral sex,
or owning a dog that always detects
your ball sweat
but you don't want to switch to a cat
for fear of what
the neighbors might think.
Is this why road rage has gotten
worse over the years,
or exists at all?
Or is it a cry for help, chafing from
all
throwbackI saw a young man today;throwback in Free Verse More Like This
a photo of him kneeling
and draped in a flag
I found him online
and was struck by how
he looks like David
an uncle I never knew
but wish I could have-
to tell him I love him
intrigued with his looks
and how he reminds me
of me - a throwback;
dropped stitches in a quilt
the two of us,
mismatched of the family-
we don't look familiar
except to each other,
related by proxy
the first time I saw
his image, my bird voice
chirped, "He was so nice!"
how did I know?
with his black & white grin-
the pieces within me
kindred spirits throughout,
separated by generations
and bonded with scout pledges
I
only loveAn image flashes and shows meonly love in Free Verse More Like This
sitting quietly
waiting for the signal
to continue on my way
but I never make it.
From behind
a vehicle fast approaching
unseen and unheard
until it's upon me
and ends my journey,
all of my journeys
in the blink of an eye
a dazzling hail of glass
in colors of the street lights,
a violent whiplash of my hair
flowing through water
the windshield
a wide-angle view one second,
a pane of white mesh the next
wrapped around my body
and every poem,
every love letter,
get-well card and shopping list
I would ever write
spills out of me
till it's all floating
in the oil-slick puddles
on the road
Shibari Haiku RengaShibari Haiku Renga in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
1
bindings creak
my weight settles-
spring rain
2
ropes braid
my limbs-
spider's web
3
immobile-
a watchful
fawn
4
suspended
shadow on the wall-
a sapling's quiver
5
mental
timelessness-
herons take flight
6
crescent moon-
the rope master's
work of art
Gentle CannibalWithout a breeze to soothe my body,Gentle Cannibal in Free Verse More Like This
or salvage a mind
from the dripping tide of cicadas,
the midnight of summer begins to
lift its mantle from where you crouch,
and comes to honor me.
My gentle cannibal,
with eyes of hemorrhaging iris,
the jaundice of your nakedness,
translucent from the moon rings
ghosting overhead,
your lips pulled as if in pain.
The fever of your touch traces
every rung of dappled trellis
from the faux shadings of a lunar day.
Give me my sweet plunder of ripe figs
as you bend me like a bow that will snap,
or have you already bitten me to the bone.
CarolingEach spring as a childCaroling in Free Verse More Like This
when family parties of
holiday celebrations
by then were just
mere echos in my head
I'd go a-caroling
while playing in the
fresh mud of our garden
toes wriggling deep
alongside the sow bugs
that tilled the soil
tomboy that I was
still in my Sunday best
my voice would rise up
to the birds perched
on the backyard fence
as I'd go a-caroling
taking in the dappled sun
strained through the branches
of a eucalyptus
that had a treehouse
where you could find me
a-caroling so free and easy
in that tree all breezy
in the crow's nest swaying
watching for pirates - avast!
I'd call out, saying
to the cap'n far below
Mom's ca
ImpetusIt is when spirit has released itsImpetus in Free Verse More Like This
circle into a sea of impetus-
the will of force, to start and end
a journey past, and then begin again.
Traditional spells aside,
with much to abort and to abide,
to assuage the widow moon's bridge-keeper
with bribes of all that you promise her.
Lest you wade the murky depths in the
guise of an albino salamander,
avoiding consumption while traversing
the maze of surface fires
that block the way, and flotillas of
man-o-war jellyfish
their tentacles rife with voltage
to your slithering canopy.
And from the mantle of your blindness
you sense amidst the current
a jagged danger on the far si
the scent of rindwhile segmenting an orangethe scent of rind in Free Verse More Like This
as I absent mindedly walk the garden
a waxing crescent moon ascends
for the third day in a row
racing the juice
that runs up my arms
my mind unchanging in spite of
the day's unrelenting heat
that has turned into night
and too warm to wear it down
faint light hooks the ends of
my hair at that moment
and how lovely the scent of rind
won't wash off of me for days
Becausebecause I love,Because in Free Verse More Like This
I weep when night falls
causing me to see
less ordinary wonders
than by day,
when the moon
cannot feign it's
inexhaustible light
because I love,
I can write about
the saddest moments-
of the Pleiades
rising in my eyes,
and the faces of my
unborn children
shadows of reeds o'er me
when I'm gone,
who's roots would
embrace me tenderly
as does he now,
not worthy this pain,
indulging the fragrance
that conceals my absence
in spite of
what cannot be spoken
and the broken whirls
of my fingertips
to reach but not touch,
while unknowingly
the saddest moment I write,
because I love
WhenWhen in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When time was young
and fish were wise,
a little boy would
guard the boats
his people used
for gathering food,
while their gods watched
over them from skies
that used to lie closer
to the water and the earth-
for this was the place
where the wind came to rest
and the sea would caress
the edge of the world,
and bless those who
trusted in the rhythm of
life, until the
cycle of death would
come and set them free-
to watch over
a little boy who
guarded the boats,
when time was young
and fish were wise.
letter to selfYou grew over shrubsletter to self in Free Verse More Like This
and hedges
eating quasars like
cereal bowls.
Something remains
porcelain under sadness
and requited joy.
other things
remain so
much more.
One.
today you found
love
at the back of your
palm,
growing inwards into
your veins
and into your
heart.
you opened your
fangs and
said some things
are just
meant to be.
Remember him like
a midnight rain.
Remember him
like the ocean or
tears or the years
you’ve passed
in school hallways.
he is your solace
and you know it.
Two.
Your coffee friend
calls you
at 5 a.m. to
tell you of maple
pecan crunch.
of cohen and summer’s
separa
substancesWhen we have grown accustomed to the ways, wesubstances in Free Verse More Like This
don’t comprehend depths in linings.
Itching, aching quietly
we find solace in chemicals
Leaving us swaggering halfway to ersatz epiphany
Pupils dilate;
Short gasps of breath;
Scars engraved;
We bring doom upon ourselves.
And when before, we were clean
And now we are rotten
And when before, we were fit
And now we are weakened
By our own desires,
Paralyzing and numbing us in the most realistic sense.
Vomit spurs
Gone off
Needle pricks
Burst veins
This is the only way to suppress our feelings of guilt and anguish.
We shed blood
and soon, we are dead.
Among ourselves
we bl
6 minutesThere are 6 minutes to tell you6 minutes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how i feel about you
and maybe then i'll know what i really want
but then thoughts of the waves and the grey skies
with thunder ahead
clouded my mind
killing one minute
There are 5 minutes to tell you how i feel about you
and maybe then you'll know what you want
but then you started talking about sad movies
and how one made you cry so much that you couldn't sleep
so you spent the whole night staring
at blank screens
and you asked me whats my favourite,
killing another minute
There are 4 minutes to tell you how i feel about you
and maybe then we'll get what we want
but then, everything was so si
MemoriesSo one dayMemories in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When the bitterness
The anger fades away
When the loneliness,
the empty void's hard to bear
Will I think of you and how it used to be?
Will the memories unveil in splendid awe?
Will the wretchedness and evil dissipate?
Maybe so
Maybe so
Maybe so
In the end
the memories they are but points of views
Bitter subjects cast in dark through man's bias
So when bitter thoughts and lies are brought to light
Will you change
Your point of view?
Will you learn
to love again?
The memories we have will never fade completely
The times we shared together never dies
They are preserved within our hearts our minds our soul our lov
The GazelleYou twisted your knife inside of meThe Gazelle in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Carved out what was mine
Poured your agony into my soul
Left me retching, gasping for air
You let your words pervade me
used your madness to invade my very being
You killed my joy and glory
Brought only silent numbness
You smothered my spirit
You hijacked my mind
You broke my will
You withered my heart
Black as ink the poison spread
slowly through the veins
that clenched my barely beating heart.
With a cold hard sheet
of diamond dust
I layered the shattered pieces
and bleeding parts
So empty I was
I barely existed.
Never knowing, never thinking
Never questioning and never feeling.
"Do
Here's Lady- Killer part 1.. I am Kira. And this has' t connection with Death Note. Well, after the fact the story about it I can watch or read. This is just my name. Easy. More precisely, I am Kira Ueda. My story is primarily about misunderstandings, rivalries, stubbornness and losses. The masks whose we wears and these require us to other people. Also, about friendship, love, passions. About my family and not only. Just about my life. And about anime... But let the peace of mind with such serious tone! It will certainly many occasions for you to lauht!- Kira UedaHere's Lady- Killer part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Morning sun penetrated by a thick thatch of sakura's flowers. Theirs flower petals was start
Kira's Prolog PrologKira's Prolog in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sometimes when I was younger I used to help my father at garage when he repaired something. Most of the times it used to be one of our bikes.
"-It's ready"- he said- "The chain have became to loose"
"-It can't be"- I said"- It's made from iron, no gum or something"
"-It looks like it can"
"-Why?"
"-Well... When you use a thing it can also broken someday, because it has own limit. Is it enough for answer?"
"-Ok"
When I was 8 years old boy, I have been very searching. So I have asked many qeustion. And I have irrittated many people (expecially members of my family), because of that. Yes, I still do it. As I am search
Inner DemonsInner Demons in Free Verse More Like This
Inner Demons
Silently peaceful
Praying for the prey
A saint so blissful
Don't let the old scars awake
Chaotically graceful
A storm of rage comes my way
Idle hands yearn to be unfaithful
Even the heavens won't feel safe
-
I am my greatest fear
I am my own worst enemy
The glares I give myself are fierce
I barely hold onto this false harmony
My twisted thoughts flicker / The acts of a sinner
The silence of a confessor / A secret held forever
The madness took over / Becoming hell's harbinger
I am the lawless; I am executioner / This is my will; this is my terror
I hated my own reflection
Knowing the truth behind the lie
I destroyed my o
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
While I'm finally seeing you walk away
All I can feel is my fragile heart about to break
Just wishing that I could erase this mistake I have made
I'm slowly getting drenched as these old tears drip down my face
My veins will never forget the love and pain that was shown on this day
And now I will always be haunted by those words I never even wanted to say
The last of your steps echo
Please, please, please come back!
I'm swallowed by my sorrow
No, no, no you j
[7] unreadShe haunts the streets at night.[7] unread in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sharp eyes scan the alleys, pierce the shadows, but she does not skirt the darkness. She welcomes its refuge. Her home away from home, here, the place where she ironically feels safest in this foreign world.
Street smarts aren't everything.
Nine days later, an envelope will be slipped into her casket at the viewing.
Tounge TiedTOUNGE TIEDTounge Tied in Humor More Like This
"Don't worry, we won't hurt you . . . much." These were the words that my shoes uttered to me whilst I was prying myself out of the pile of chairs that had been dumped on me. At that moment I merely thought that I was delusional from the massive blood loss that had come from a rather large head wound, incurred by a microphone stand that someone had hit me with. Now what had happened was that there was a riot at Gigantour which was started when I accidentally kicked some guy in the back, who then proceeded to punch several security guards and grabbed the microphone stand. I'll let you fill in the blanks about what happened because
Existentialism Exploration2 a.m. on Sunday morning and he’s staring at the ceiling, counting water stains.Existentialism Exploration in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He goes to church, just because, and listens to the sound of words like “grace” and “salvation” and lets his eyes find the broken lines and chips in the podium.
Breakfast is toast, because that’s all the diner downstairs serves, and it’s always eaten in five neat bites.
Light is always white, never sterile.
Stars are planets, never things to be wished upon.
And people are atoms and molecules and tissue and sliding muscle.
He works as a dentist, and asks “How has life been treating you lately?” and makes
The Tale of an Argonian ch.1Gazing towards the distant mountains, Makeo let out a sigh. "Another long day," he said to himself, scratching the back of his scaly neck. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the horizon. It would be dark soon; he had to start making his way home. He stood, picking up the sack he had filled with mushrooms that day, and began walking away from his sitting place.The Tale of an Argonian ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This sitting place was located on the northeastern edge of a hill about an hour's walk from Makeo's home. Specifically, it was against a large oak tree on the edge of the hill. He would walk to this tree with his breakfast every morning, then sit and eat while contemplating way
ArgonianLittle is known and even less is understood about these reptilian denizens of the Black Marsh province. Years of defending their borders have made the Argonians experts in geurilla warfare, and their natural abilities make them equally at home in the water as they are on land. They are well-suited to the treacherous and toxi swamps of their homeland, and have devloped natural immunities to the diseases and poisons that have doomed many would-be explorers of the region.Argonian in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Personality: Argonians are an extremely enigmatic people, often quiet and reserved. They usually speak only if they have something important t
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