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It All Comes BackIt All Comes BackIt All Comes Back in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-31-10
7 stanzas
this is so beautiful.
sweet but empty euphoria:
it still envelops me completely.
send me home now.
for so long i've been lost:
here in a bleeding wasteland.
your voice reverberates
it's like a rainbow waterfall:
tossed over the edge into insanity.
those eyes still exhaust me.
the ocean laps calmly at their shores:
and blue waves burn gold in this sunset.
it all comes back to you, love.
my heart beats in your ears again:
stolen by hands painted in dark rage.
but this is too perfect.
i'm close enough to touch your skin:
sands i once swam in like cool waters.
this is so beautif
Hang Up and GlideHang Up and GlideHang Up and Glide in Free Verse More Like This
AAB, CCB
7-31-10
7 stanzas
Hang up and glide.
Jump in: confide.
There's a sign up ahead worth seeing.
Fall down and burn.
Get out: learn.
There's a lie in my head worth leaving.
Steal back and give.
Don't love: live.
There's more life up ahead just waiting.
Set free and devour.
Open up: flower.
There's more to this than just hating.
Step back and observe.
Bend away: curve.
There's a tall tower who's about to fall.
End now and begin.
Find strength: within.
There's a rat answering misery's call.
Hang up and glide.
Stay now: inside.
I'll believe it when you say we'll return.
Never AloneNever AloneNever Alone in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ABCB
7-25-10
9 stanzas
i'm not alone; never alone
the tears hide under stones
it's time to find myself again
leaves heal my broken bones
done counting forward
it's time to count down
tape up the wounds now
dust off my rusted crown
time, you've held me steady
but your hands must untie
because this time, my old friend,
i'd much rather live than die
digging out of hell, i scream
scaring away those feelings
here's to killing confining walls
and lifting blood-stained ceilings
anthems ring from treetops
and the windows reopen to see
how the clouds reveal their silver
how this door has opened for me
this is sweet
In OblivionIn OblivionIn Oblivion in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-14-10
8 stanzas
so just cover me completely
in heavy layers of oblivion.
close the coffin then, darling.
go ahead, send me on my way.
steal my soul from my flesh;
separate me from my mind.
extract these hurtful memories
of adoring eyes and safe arms.
stop the pulse that binds me here,
and bring this story to a close.
turn the key and lay my shackles
on rusting floors to erode.
force me to forget what pains me.
paint yourself into the clouds.
i want to change; it needs to end:
this constant pressure on my heart.
unravel every knot we tied
while you're burning all our ropes.
reduce soft happiness t
Re: PlyRe: PlyRe: Ply in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
AABB
7-14-10
5 stanzas
Rejuvenation. Rebirth.
Pushing this change to cycle the earth.
I don't need your beauty or your love.
I'll shield myself from the skies above.
Refresh. Refrain.
To bury my disease under the rain.
Rooftops glisten in sparkling heaves:
A downpour that whispers the leaves.
Replenish. Revive.
After the drought I've had to survive.
Basking in thunder's angry heartbeat,
I take the pain in my fist, and delete.
Retreat. Restart.
As the storm ends, the cycle departs.
High above the wind's call, so shrill;
Never again will I bend to its will.
Remain. Resign.
My heart retires now; it's just fine.
I'll
Ignorance.Ignorance.Ignorance. in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-11-10
14 stanzas
Ignorance.
Take what's left of me, darling,
And tear it up in your smile.
Insecurity.
I'm invisible in your eyes now.
I am nothing. There is no point.
Cowardice.
I fear how far you'll bury me
In the dust of what was happiness.
Communication.
It's an unreachable destination.
Your shores are too far away.
Destruction.
My demolition continues steadily.
I feel my city walls begin to fall.
Silence.
The void creeps in again,
And I can't seem to turn it away.
Anger.
I hit the walls instead of my head.
I throw pillows as I keep screaming.
Control.
The tears escaped again
From their j
i'm tired.i'm tired of being forced to live without you.i'm tired. in Emotional More Like This
i've locked myself in this house again to avoid the real world. the days drag on again like they used to. i watch the sun hover up there in the blue sky, and i wonder if it was really winter that i hated. summer seems a lot worse, even though i spent every other season wishing for it to return.
i remember when i used to look out my bedroom window at complete paleness.
everything was a pasty grey, and i remember how the snow used to sparkle on the neighbor's rooftop on the few mornings that there was sunlight. i wished for the leaves to sprout on the bare maple branches on my command, and i thi
Seventeen DollarsSeventeen DollarsSeventeen Dollars in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-5-10
17 stanzas
nervous, are you, love?
it's a fresh band-aid to my heart
now my broken wings can fly again
one, two; the seconds tick by
sweet connections spark a light
electricity shocks my emptiness
eyes are so full of life again
has that anger finally gone away?
i beg Time to heal every little wound
my old friend has resurfaced
so i let a shy smile dye my lips
it begs you to see my happiness
that fire burns again, so bright
its sound fills the silence now
i'm uplifted; suddenly so hopeful
yes, tonight i will dream of this
your eyes glowing without rage
safety again in the depths of hell
Birds To ButterfliesBirds To ButterfliesBirds To Butterflies in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-6-10
5 stanzas
people tell me you're not worth my time
they say you're not worth my waiting
not worth my suffering and my heavy pain
it's okay, though, because i believe in you
people tell me to get on my way now
they try to pull me with leafy green hands
but all i can feel is your skin's texture
all i see is an infinite kaleidoscope of you
people tell me of how you'll never return
they try to torch my flesh with such ideas
my skin burns with only one thing now
and that's the sweat you bring to my palms
people tell me that your heart is made up
they don't know that, love; only you do
i've se
Sun-BleachedSun-BleachedSun-Bleached in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-5-10
9 stanzas
you're sun-bleached
with your soft lips worn dry
with those eyes: as blue as ever
not a day has gone by
that i haven't thought of you
though it's all been unrequited
you look even more like it
like the ocean that i held dear
you're still the teal waves on the shore
suddenly so weak and fragile
your quick look turned me to glass
our eyes met again, how perfect
you're enveloped in white
like a perfect dream come alive
even the sun couldn't outshine you
so play out a little further, Time
keep unravelling our sad story
let the cease-fire finally begin
you numbed me again
somehow the
For the StarsFor the StarsFor the Stars in Short Stories More Like This
We've all had nightmares.
You've had them, I've certainly had them... they're part of being human, and as annoying and terrifying as they are, I've come to the bitter understanding that we must accept them. Yes, I know- how could one possible love such scarring and brutal visions? The answer to that question is quite simple, actually. We take on one vital rule- forgive and forget. Forgive our subconscious for the deep displeasure it has granted us and forget the haunting images that have been presented, therefore moving on in the dream realm and continuing our journey in reality. At about 2 in the morning I must take this rule
SquareA long time ago- when I was a young girlSquare in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I befriended a boy with whom I danced and twirled.
He was kind, gracious, and his nickname was Square.
When I just couldn't take it, he'd always be there.
We hugged and played through Summer's hazy days-
Laughing with smiles on our own shared face.
And when the sun had come to be dimmer
We'd sit before a canvas and watch the colors glimmer.
Those were the times that I think were the best-
Painting together, before getting our rest.
Deep down in our heart though, we knew it couldn't be,
For my words were more delicate than those of he.
Square soon became jealous in multiple layers,
And in t
AloneOn that night, I felt alone.Alone in Short Stories More Like This
So alone.
My shoulders slumped and my pulse ran slow, my movements sluggish, my steps heavy. My heart felt like shivering glass, cracked pieces ready to fall from their loosened hinges. I shuffled around the block twice, before I came to a red stop sign- one so much brighter than I felt. The sky was the opposite of my despairing mood- purple and orange and red and blue, fading together to form a spectrum of color raining down upon the land. It was the definition of beauty, something that I longed to hold or posses in some possible way.
I turned the corner, my heart beating like a drum with lost sound- my mind
The Death of a Taxi Driver "It appears as though we've come to a stand-still...." Milo said as he placed his pencil to the right of his coffee mug. It held Starbucks- still steaming- a mocha to make even the grouchiest of people happy. However, there must have been at least one exception, because there Milo sat... unsmiling, his fists clenched against the glass table-top. I looked up from my newspaper- "The Hint."The Death of a Taxi Driver in Short Stories More Like This
"How so?" I asked him. He was a decent guy- Milo was, but he tended to keep his feet on the ground and his head just as low- perhaps even lower... which tended to slow me down. "We've been working night and day
Colors and Dreams"So this is the future?" Timothy asked me as his chubby fingers smudged my picture book. He was generally a slender, tell kid- with his fingers being the only exception. They were oddly proportioned things- those fingers. Chubby and short and stumpy- as though they strived to challenge the rest of Timothy's body shape. I stared down at the page from over his shoulder. Great, tall, buildings stood: practical and gray against a clear blue sky. The blue seemed to be the only color in the realistic sketch.Colors and Dreams in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes."
"I don't like it." My son glared up into my eyes- his steel gaze grazing my face and forcing me to turn away from my own kin.
"I pub
MissingThere was a missing posterMissing in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pinned up to the door.
And confronted with paranoia:
information- I searched for more.
I checked all the rooms,
But the effort was for naught.
Heck, I flew to the moon-
But in a storm I was caught.
So I kept on searching-
Hoping I'd find your smiling face.
The reassurance I felt was gone,
as I ran into a dazed faze.
I don't know where you are anymore,
I don't know who I am anymore.
Alice in Deutschland FINAL Ch.Before she knew it, Honnu was spinning around and around, and her already sick stomach seemed to grow weaker and weaker as the police box whizzed off faster and faster. This is what I wanted- she thought to herself, as she allowed her body to slump down into the floor. Smiling sadly upward, she barely felt when hands were suddenly on her shoulders.Alice in Deutschland FINAL Ch. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"C'mon depressed little child of mine," Alaina told her as Honnu was dragged to her feet. She seethed through clenched teeth, as standing up while there was a hole in your back is a pain-starter. Ashlynn then joined the crowd, giving praise in her own special way.
"You suck dude, cheer up and tak
Silent NightIt is chillingly cold, and breath fogs up against windows and doors and puffs of air. Watching cars with frozen hoods drive by, I sit on a snow cold bench. I brought with me no watch, so time seems almost irrelevant to me. I sit there for what seems like hours, but has only been maybe ten minutes. The snow melts and soaks through the fabric of my pants over time, leaving me even colder than before. As I let the winter seep deep through my bones, my phone begins to ring, but I cannot hear it. I am immersed in the lights of our big city. The shops, the people, the cars, and even the snow that clings to my skin and coat- it all seems to swirl aSilent Night in Short Stories More Like This
FuteriesYou crawls into bed, watching one of your best friends sleep silently beside you. You step cautiously, careful not to disturb the mess of blankets that she is hogging. Carefully untangling the cord of your ear buds, you jab them into your iPod Nano and go straight to your, "Dreams," playlist. Your friends back arches and sinks back down into the mattress as she breaths slowly- synchronizing with the warm glow of little light in the darkness.Futeries in Short Stories More Like This
You sigh softly. For you wish that you could fall asleep so easily. You wish that you had the comfort of resting for the night, dreaming, creating a whole other world. But you have never even had a dream
Cooking CreaturesLizzy stood before the stove, the handle of a pan in her right hand, the cup of a blender about one third of the way full. It contained nice and strong raspberry vinaigrette that my friend was slowly pouring down. Smiling as I did so, I watched her expertly pour the sauce into the mixture- not spilling a single drop from the pan. It was my vinaigrette- a new recipe of the great, 'Cooking Creatures.' She leaned over the pan and reached fort a spoon that lay at her side. Without looking, she dipped the spoon our concoction, and hesitantly took a sip, being careful not to burn her lips. Of course, she was used to lip burns, but still, they hurt.Cooking Creatures in Short Stories More Like This
SoloI have one piece of metal in my hand. It’s only a small, V-shaped piece of sterling silver, no more than an inch and a half across, with nothing but a very modest triangle within a circle in the center. It is very plain; it’s only a pin to some people. But to me, this pin is a shiny memory.Solo in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The twenty-five-hundred-pound machine I am sitting in is just a light framework of aluminum and fiberglass, and its interior is no more than three feet wide at its widest point. It’s roughly the same size, different dimensions taken into account, as a Kia.
My nervousness isn’t helped by the fact that there’s a very gusty cross
The RoadI stand here, alone, on a long, dark roadThe Road in Free Verse More Like This
Under the rain.
I have a piece of diamond,
Or glass,
Or ice
In my hand.
It glimmers with a hope, though not as bright
As before.
It’s lost its warmth
And now lies cold and dead
In my palm.
The glimmer is only superficial
Yet somehow, I still think it may
Have a life.
It’s gone
That old gleaming hope
Like every time before
A secret I shouldn’t have told
Every time
Every time I have that hope
The hope of maybe, someday
Not being lonely anymore
Every time in my stupid fleeting happiness
Every time I have to talk
I have to share my joy
My stupid, fragile hope
Random Snip 1He became more fascinated with her each passing day. Every day he watched her, he became more addicted – not in a desiring way, but out of curiosity, the same addiction that she held for him. She did not know exactly what he thought of her, nor did he know exactly what she thought of him (but he could safely assume that she was afraid of him.) Her name was as legendary as his own, at least in his eyes – she epitomized power, intelligence, and outright daring, in a slightly less dark manner than himself. He wondered if he had the same respectful fear of her as she had for him, but since he had never been able to pry into her mindRandom Snip 1 in Science Fiction More Like This
Poison - 2Poison - 2Poison - 2 in Free Verse More Like This
Loosely inspired by [BEFERA] and Strike Hour.
I don’t know why you hypnotize me
I don’t know why I can’t escape you
Why do you fascinate me
Why can’t I break your stare
You’ve become my oxygen
My burning, vital breath of air
Your rage is my storm and my phobia
Your sadness my agony and my despair
Your loneliness my starvation and my pain
Your happiness my triumph, my victory.
Your reputation is a shameful, cowardly lie
That conceals what you really are inside.
Just take me now
Just take me away from this lie that’s my life
This perfect template of what I’m supposed to be
Shatter
CrushCrushCrush in Free Verse More Like This
You offer me a promise
A promise you can't keep
You offer me your help
Help that you won't give
As my voice begins to shake
As I ask you to back off
I ask for only space
Some space to level off
As my throat begins to tighten
The tension taking hold
You tell me to get real
It's only teenage angst
My breaths come shorter, faster
As I sink onto the floor
My heart begins to pound
I ask for space again
You start in with your speech
How I need to grow up
How I need to get a grip on me
As I try to tune you out
The numbness starts and creeps
From my fingers toward my heart
My hands begin to shake
I lie down, shuddering
Ghost in the DarkThe poor dumbshit was totally unaware of his presence. Unaware of the intensely focused eyes locked on him, unaware that he was already drawing his last breaths.Ghost in the Dark in General Fiction More Like This
You did not mock the Midnight Shadow. You did not mock his cause. You did not stand in his way, because if you did, you were silenced. Forever.
There was an eight million dollar bounty on his head right now. He hated how this idiot had turned him into a prize, just something to be hunted. He hated the man’s inconsistency, his double loyalties. He hated how he underestimated him, how he disgraced him in front of his subordinates.
Big no-no.
He slowly slipped from his cove
Random PoemSkimming the waves of a silent seaRandom Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Turning quiet circles above the edge of night
Forever gilded in the sunlight
Above the border of perception
Above the place where earthly notions
Pierce the heavens
Lost comfortably in a world of unfettered thought
In a wilderness of dreams
Formless, I change at will
I am what suits my mood
Fangs, claws and wings?
Hooves, mane and tail?
Do I drop from night
On fantastic foes?
Do I run free
In fabled, endless fields?
Entire stories dug from silent tombs
Inspired by snatches of music,
By a glance on the street
…
A Pirate Makes a PoemA Pirate Makes a Poem:A Pirate Makes a Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Apparently all it takes
Ta get ye works ta slake
Is a simple scheme o' rhyme
Which takes a minute o' time
Perhaps I'll do the same
It's fair ta play this game
No meanin' in tha words
They just flop around like birds
"Oh this stuff it speaks to me!"
Really is that true?
I'm afraid ye might be daft me thinks
Ye certainly be loose a screw
For if works do not have meanin'
Then they're simply done and dull
I think I'd rather spend me time
Playin' dice in a golden skull
I suppose that what tha people want
Is a simple kind o' style
One that looks as good as ale
But tastes like bricks and bile
"Now then lad
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:I Like To Play With Skin in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe -
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
JudgementJudgement:Judgement in Free Verse More Like This
You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call
Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appe
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not s
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Oh well...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant a
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and ev
You and I I want to be with him,You and I in Free Verse More Like This
You want to be with me,
I want to end up happily ever after,
You want it quick, and easy,
I want you to listen closely,
You want to let me cry in peace,
I want someone to hold me tight,
You want nothing but one thing tonight,
I wont settle for anything less than what I have in sight.
You'll settle for the first thing
If Love Was AcademicsIf love was academic,If Love Was Academics in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I would pass,
Passing...
That's an "A" or "B",
But that's not what I receive,
"F"'s and "D"'s,
ha
So unlike my academics.
Oh if only love was graded on a scale,
"A" for "awesome",
"F" for...
well...?
"FAIL"
No,
If love was academic,
Think of all the pretty girls,
All the ones who's brain plugs into a socket at night to charge,
What about them?
No princess story would survive,
No love song would be true,
If love were academic.
Silence and NoiseSilence of saddness is deafening.Silence and Noise in Free Verse More Like This
But the noise of elation is silence to my weary heart.
Why?She sat waiting pationtly as she bit her bottom lip waiting for his reply. This text message was so important to her.Why? in General Fiction More Like This
"Can I tell you something?" it began.
"Sure,"
"You can't tell anyone" he added.
The girl could see the hurt in his eyes, even though the only light was the dull glow of the cell phone she clutched in her hands.
"I promise" why? She knew promises lasted a lifetime, and this one could kill her best friend. But she promised. And a promise is a promise.
The phone shook violently in her hand, sending small tremors up her arm from the vibrations.
It's him she whispered to herself.
Flipping open the phone she clicked the butt
I walkI walk with no one at my side,I walk in Free Verse More Like This
I walk a path of a sorry lie,
I stand with my eyes shut tight,
I stand with torcher,
No end in sight,
I wait with sadness flowing free,
I wait with no one helping me,
I run with fear,
I run with somthing I held dear,
I hold my pride,
I hold my pride,
I walk with no one at my side,
I walk a path of a sorry lie,
Russia Rules All Chapter 5 Japan:Russia Rules All Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone was in high spirits. Everyone was ready to get rid of the cloud hanging over their heads when our good friends were taken from us. We were so ready to get back at Russia. I could see that all of us- well, Italy probably wasn't- were imagining just what to do to Russia. Looking over I even saw Canada smiling a bit as he thought, and it wasn't hard to tell by that sort of smile he was planning.
That all made it even harder when we found the empty warehouse which should have been where Russia and the others were.
Italy cried, Canada and I, Japan, stared in shock at the cold and empty area, Hungary, Prussia, Romano, England, a
Russia Rules All Chapter 4Russia had put his arm through the loop my joined arms made being tied together, though the Flag hadn't yet been added. With that, he could easily hold on to me, barely daunted by my struggling.Russia Rules All Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We got them all," Said Belarus, coming in through the door. "They're all in the conference room. We sealed the door so they wouldn't get out."
"Good!" Russia said, turning and dragging me along with him. "Bring me one called Washington." My eyes grew a bit wider as she left and I struggled harder.
"So you know what I'm talking about?" He said with a bit of a laugh, looking down at me.
I heard a commotion inside the state conference room, screams,
Russia Rules All Chapter 1 I slowly rubbed my temples while America gorged on a hamburger, no not a hamburger, one of the "breakfast" burgers. What was it called? A mc something or another? Whatever. It wouldn't make much of a difference anyways. For some reason, we just HAD to have the meeting for the Allies early in the morning this time, and it was at America's house, so, being the first person there, I was stuck listening to his drivel talk about being the hero, or maybe about his birthday party he was planning. Honestly, no one could understand his talk while he was eating. Didn't the boy know manners? You'd think he would after being raised by a gentleman like mRussia Rules All Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Russia Rules All Chapter 3Everything after the screen went blank was……… Weird. I'll just say it like this: Canada lost it. It's not how I would normally describe something, but it's the only way I can describe it. He attacked my computer, screaming for America, and France had to tackle him, holding him down until he gave up and began sobbing. The whole time I was staring at the screen, completely speechless. My fury had disappeared. I didn't know how I should react. Should I be mad like Canada?Russia Rules All Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I think China asked if I was ok. I don't know. My mind was completely blank. China put a hand on my shoulder, trying to shake me back into reality, but I barely
Russia Rules All Chapter 2 Another rule I had learned from America's birthday parties were that you had to bring some sort of present. There were no 'if', 'ands', or 'buts' about it. In my mind, the best gift is chocolate for him. He's actually really fond of Dutch chocolate, which is what I had been giving him for the last century or so. So another box of Dutch chocolate would satisfy him.Russia Rules All Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the middle of wrapping America's chocolate, I remembered that Canada's birthday was only three days before his. I had completely forgotten! Immediately I snatched up the phone and dialed Japan's number.
"Hello?" Came my friend's calm answer.
"Hey Japan!" I said. "It's me, Eng
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame. in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry, in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
A rebel,
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
Poetry,
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
-this windowpane loneliness- in Free Verse More Like This
has devoured too many stars
making love to ocean beds.
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is—
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole i
Masochist Girl"Masochist Girl"Masochist Girl in Free Verse More Like This
All the whips and chains
All the blood and gore
All these sexy games
Wasted on a whore
I gave you my heart
But that wasn't enough
You wanted blood and parts
Of me severing myself
I sacrificed to set you free
Forfeiting futures for memories
Now can you just let me be?
My little, made-up beauty
You were an angel no less
Than you were a saint
And to you I must confess
I never loved your restraints
Nor holding back my urges
Just so you could cry
For when I was on the verge
That's when you would try
To cut me down to size
With the fire that I felt
I never liked that ride
A roller coaster without
Dare To Dream"Dare To Dream"Dare To Dream in Free Verse More Like This
Dare to dream of ships and kings
Of rings of gold and pleasant things
Of skies of blue for miles long
Of finding new ways to be strong
Dare to dream of fighting sharks
On a new life which you embark
By boat or plane or haunted train
Hurry now; it leaves today
Dare to dream of huge success
Of values and money to invest
And if to you now I may confess
I have dreamed of you to ease my stress
Dare to dream of happy times
Of worlds existing without crime
Of fountains of candy spewing drops
Of exotic tastes; it never stops
Dare to dream of great adventure
That you one day will find your treasure
Hidden beneath dep
Her First Time"Her First Time"Her First Time in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She said she was scared
He said that he cared
She said to take it slow
He said he always knows
Just what she is thinking
He told her while winking
She smiled feeling safe
She laid there feeling brave
The stories she heard
The myths so absurd
She would never forget
During her moments of sex
But now it was time
In her small bed confined
To find out what its like
To make the final climb
She said she was nervous
He told her his purpose
She felt reassured
His vision was blurred
For he slipped inside
Her warm, moist life
The lights had gone out
She began to shout
And claw his back from pain
Driving him ins
Screw You, Fate"Screw You, Fate"Screw You, Fate in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so afraid of the future
Yet I can't escape my past
So I try to focus on the present
Though I know it never lasts
For longer than a minute
Or a second to be precise
Fate is my own worst enemy
Fate is my own worst vice
What misery will tomorrow bring?
What new story will unfold?
What song of sorrow will I sing?
What tale will be retold?
When I expect the best
The worst always happens
And when I expect the worst
The rope tightly fastens
Should I not expect the dam
To burst among the bridge?
Should I not expect the rats
To run along my fridge?
How the hell should I think
When misery liters my path?
For
Life Of An ArtistLife Of An ArtistLife Of An Artist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She sits in her lonely home
With a pen or brush in either hand
I ask her not to feel alone
She wants to make people understand
On a quiet night with a breeze
She pours her heart onto a canvas
Already she has drawn the trees
A feeling so happy and anxious
She wants to show her work
To as many eyes that can see
She ponders aloud and smirks
She wants to be somebody
Its hard to pay her bills
But to her that doesn't matter
She does her art for thrills
As the paint spills and splatters
She's starving for attention
Trying whatever it takes
Determined to reach perfection
Sweating details that she makes
Her palet
Sta.sh
