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Did I Do It Right?Did I do it right?Did I Do It Right? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Did I do it fine?
Waiting for your answer
But I'm running out of time.
Did I do it right?
Did I do it well?
I keep asking Mom
But even she can't always tell.
Did I do it right?
Did I do it great?
I wanna ask you out loud
But you're watching the news.
So I'll wait.
Waiting for your praise!
Waiting for the days
When you'll say “I love you” sans conditions!
Waiting for the time
When you'll say “you're doing fine!”
Waiting for “I love you” sans conditions!
Did I do it right?
Did I do it fine?
Waiting for your answer
But I'm running out of time.
Did I do it right?
Did I do it
Don'cha Know?Don'cha Know?Don'cha Know? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He started following me on a Monday. I take the El to get around, mostly, because my college and my apartment are near stations. I know the subway systems aren't too great at the hour of day I make my way to school, but it's a sight better than walking.
By that Wednesday, I was pretty sure I was being followed. I mean, the poor guy was probably homeless and a beggar, what with the ratty coat he wore, and the fact that I never saw him anywhere but in the subway. But following me he was, smiling his gap-toothed grin whenever he noticed me noticing him. No one else did, moving around him like he was just an object. I snorted th
Angel With the Devil WingsAngel with the devil wingsAngel With the Devil Wings in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Angel with the devil wings
Flying through the pain and the strife, mm
Angel with the devil wings
Angel with the devil wings
Flying through the void in this life
Angel with the devil wings
Where am I supposed to be?
Where do I gotta go from here?
Who am I supposed to be?
How can I ever be free?
Oh, Angel with the devil wings
Tell me, can I ever go home?
Angel with the devil wings
Angel with the devil wings
Flying through the empty air, mm
Angel with the devil wings
Angel with the devil wings
Tell me, is it brighter up there?
Tell me, is it better up there?
Oh, Angel with the devil wings
Where am
Soul TwinsMy twin is my photo-negative (or I'm hers),Soul Twins in Free Verse More Like This
My twin is not sister by blood,
But when we're together, there's no doubting:
We're Soul Twins.
She's a thousand miles away
But that is no distance for the heart
On the phone, on the internet, typing and talking:
We're Soul Twins.
We met—so to speak—on May eighteenth three years past
Constant emails the firm foundation of friendship.
From strangers to friends, friends to sisters:
We're Soul Twins.
Some find it unbelievable
That a faceless relationship can bloom;
In response I can only hug Tesh and say:
We're Soul Twins.
Freaks of NatureWe're tired of your looksFreaks of Nature in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We're tired of your laughs
We're tired of feeling second class!
So we're standing up, we're singing out...
Never! Gonna! Take! Us! Down!
We are the Freaks of Nature
And nobody's gonna take us down!
We are the Freaks of Nature
And nobody's gonna push us around!
Gonna rise up, gonna speak out, got to make a stand
And so we Freaks of Nature
Made ourselves into a band!
Freaks of Nature!
Freaks of Nature!
We are the Freaks of Nature
And nobody's gonna take us down!
We are the Freaks of Nature
And nobody's gonna push us around!
We're taking all the insults and making them our own
'Cause if you won't list
WTN: When at college...When at college, do what the Sphinxes doWTN: When at college... in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mother Sixclaw was the queen of a college of sphinxes who lived across the city. Truly, that's what they called themselves, like a hunt of vampires, a fog of ghosts, a college of sphinxes. She only admitted beings that interested her. The terulea hoped that Mel was interesting enough to warrant an audience. She knocked. "Terulea and human outside! Answer the door, don't try to hide!" Mel glanced over with a raised eyebrow at the rhyme.
A golden, cat-slit, almond eye peered out of the peephole in the door. The contralto voice purred, muffled by the thick door of the sphinx stronghold, "Shadow-dreams
WTN: An angel called MelvinAn angel called MelvinWTN: An angel called Melvin in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her eyes flicked open.
The terulea sat up. There was a red blob on a bed in a place that looked like a hospital. She rolled her shoulders and her neck popped, releasing some tension. She looked around, and slid off another bed that was far too big to be human-sized... of course. They were still in the sphinx stronghold. Sphinxes were healers as well as knowledge-keepers.
They'd been left alone, she saw, as she looked around. She stood carefully, but she felt fine. Kasha made her way toward the huddled creature. The scarlet was feathers, huge bloodstained auburn feathers, the same color as the hair of the one who b
WTN: World tumbling downHis world comes tumbling downWTN: World tumbling down in Fantasy More Like This
"No, no, I didn't mean that, I really didn't..."
Kasha could really only think of one kind of person that would call a Fantastic an abomination. "You're a Skeppie."
"Organization for Human-Fantastic Relations officer," he muttered.
"A Skeppie." Kasha glared at him, prepped her whammy.
His frantic expression made her hesitate, just long enough for him to plead, "Please, please, let me explain."
"Talk. Fast."
"I didn't lie. I grew up in the Organization, yes. My parents are high-ranked officers. I just started solo missions for the Organization..."
"Harassing people who didn't do you any harm, just
19--June 10 2010it's silly 'cause19--June 10 2010 in Free Verse More Like This
like, when i sit here,
waiting,
in a black cotton t-shirt,
and small tokens
of your
love,
the fear creeps in
after a while,
that you'll get
hurt
or angry,
or you'll come to your
senses
and that you won't
come
back.
Final PoemLooking back now,Final Poem in Free Verse More Like This
And I wonder.
What was I thinking when I used four letters to your name?
Because it’s not the same.
I know that now.
Looking forward,
And I wonder.
What did I see before—some strange illusion?
(Perhaps a bruise or cut, loving contusions?)
I know that now.
I look at myself and wonder.
Because here I am,
Growing, changing, turbulent evolution.
(the Ship of Theseus, out at sea.)
And you remained the same.
I’m not perfect,
Nor are you,
But at least I’m in the game.
(Di’s eyes won’t look at you again;
They won’t see their reflection and they know it.)
Looking at you now,
I w
Nineteen--July 23th 2010The poem won't come today.Nineteen--July 23th 2010 in Free Verse More Like This
What's to write about?
Sex? Love? Betrayal?
A thousand,
A million,
Countless overfed, overdone
Themes.
Write me a poem about originality for once.
Give me something new.
Give me haikus in iambic pentameter.
Write me something real,
Something beyond love.
Hell,
Write me a poem about trying.
About losing, winning,
What you gain.
Write me a poem about lying
In your bed, hearing snow,
Hearing rain.
Give me the little moments.
The thrill of acceleration when driving,
The thrill of your heartbeat when crying,
Because at least you,
In your humanity,
Can cry.
There are those who can't,
Who don't.
19--poem thirteenOnce on a time, in a faraway land,19--poem thirteen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There were two girls that we will not give names.
One said to the other, Come, take my hand,
Together they fought away fear and shame.
Once on a time, in a faraway place,
There were two girls with the world in their hands.
They knew no sorrow or fear or disgrace;
Together, they helped heal the unwelcome land.
Once on a place, in a faraway time,
These two young girls fell in love in the end.
Their pens were their swords; and with every line,
Each knew the other was always her friend.
Once on a time, in a faraway land,
You said to me, love, go on, take my hand.
RomeoAstrology;Romeo in Free Verse More Like This
Two star-crossed lovers meeting secretly,
Hands clasped under stormy skies.
If you wait for me eternally,
Love, I'll promise not to cry.
I have to ask you, darling,
Juliet,
Why do you love me so?
Because babe,
We'll last forever.
Darling, I'm no Romeo.
Hey, beautiful.
What's this?
A cup closed in your hands?
Let me lift the poison from your lips,
Together,
We'll make our demands.
Don't you ever think I'll leave you,
Darling, where could I ever go?
Juliet, we'll last forever.
Darling, I'm no Romeo.
Here comes the east,
And with the sun,
The glove upon your cheek is fair.
I touch your hands in soft surrender.
cinderellaback in her cellarcinderella in Free Verse More Like This
where the rats and
the dogs and
the roaches
like to play
the young woman with the tiny feet
and the pumpkin coach
lays by the wall and cries her eyes away
thinking back she's not so sure.
dancing on glass slippers
feels like flying
but
any man who chooses his wife
based on size six and a half
petite
needs to
seriously
be thought about.
Papers on my Bedroom Floor 09perhaps it did not strike me until laterPapers on my Bedroom Floor 09 in Scraps More Like This
but
you are one of those people
who can find ugliness
in
beautiful
things.
and this is wildely a fault
at best, dear.
because somehow you found
inexplicable disgust
in a beautiful girl with poet's hands
and love in her veins
and somehow i thought you were beautiful too
once upon a time.
somehow you found it boring
that this world this place this life
is so majestic,
and that we are all so strange as people,
but no, that's dull,
you have your life to live.
somehow it was not magic at all
that honey and wine come from sunlight
that we are complex mental creatures
that the music of
Marliana Doc ch. 2Chapter TwoMarliana Doc ch. 2 in Fantasy More Like This
Her name was Marliana Stone, Princessa Inherent of the Tridensdakian Throne, and she’d been banished from this country about a thousand years ago. She was royalty, beautiful and refined, with an air of pride that seeped from her pores. She held her head high, and moved like a dancer, and she was tending the bar.
You had to pay for a room somehow, and Marli needed a place to stay.
She’d slept well last night, and she was happy for the moment. Beds were a wonderful invention, and an under-appreciated luxury. People so often took them for granted.
Marliana sashayed across the behind-bar floorspace, singing softly al
The Marliana Doc, ch.5“You’ve got to have a home,” Eric said. “Everyone has a home.”The Marliana Doc, ch.5 in Fantasy More Like This
“I don’t.”
“You live next door to me.”
“Yeah,” Allie said. “But that’s not home. It’s just where I live.”
“What’s the difference?” Eric asked, and then something exploded outside, which distracted the entire class.
Marliana and Lerilian awoke to find they were missing a third of their party.
“He went off to pee,” Leril said, leaning on a tree. “Most likely. And got lost, or something.”
“Zeph’s not that stupid,” Marli said. “Do you reall
The Marliana Doc, ch.4The Marliana Doc, ch.4 in Fantasy More Like This
She was chasing them, of course. Once one of her number caught sight of her old quarry, it was easy to track his position.
It had been a long, long time. But she was one to hold grudges.
Allie sat on her bed that morning, staring at the bottom of her top bunk, and wondered.
It was a trick. Had to be a trick. Because if it weren’t—
Allie felt as though the universe was playing a very cruel trick on her. On one hand, she’d met herself last night. And every dream she’d ever had came true. And the stories were real, and she was going to live forever.
On the other, it was completely illogical and impossible and st
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