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Smart Sexy SupercoolIf my voice were sweeterSmart Sexy Supercool in Scraps More Like This
And my hair were longer
And I was harder, better, faster, stronger
If my feet were smaller
And my body thinner
And I always was a first-place winner
If I were better at singing
And better at sports
Had a prettier smile
And showed tactful support
If I were an athlete
And a brilliant thinker
If I were a dare-devil
And a fearless drinker
If my ankles were slender
And my neck weren't so bulky
And nothing bad happened so I'd never get sulky
If I were a leader
Yet didn't mind being led
And if I were some mythical creature in bed
If I were an angel
So patient and kind
Remembered all the good
And left t
Mechanical BloodlustComplications, infiltrationsMechanical Bloodlust in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Leave me reckless and annoyed
Circumstances, second chances
Lists of things I must avoid
So goodbye, so goodbye
It's time to close the curtains
So goodbye, so goodbye
On this bloodstained circus
Candy-coated, overloaded
Zombie-paranoid
All the things you wanted in me
Crippled and destroyed
So goodbye, so goodbye
The salty blood's gone sticky
So goodbye, so goodbye
I shouldn't be so picky
Aquarius HaikuCosmic OasisAquarius Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Seek the Aquarian Age
This is the dawning
The Saddest Eyes in the WorldHe’s got the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen, and as he gets onto the train, I can’t help but say a prayer for him. I hope he’s going somewhere nice. Maybe he’s going home to visit his mother.The Saddest Eyes in the World in General Non-Fiction More Like This
He looks like he’s coming back from some stressful business meeting. Is that possible? It’s late at night and all the regular offices closed hours ago. But he’s got a heavy-looking briefcase overflowing with dog-eared papers. And he’s wearing that severe black suit that looks very sharp but doesn’t really seem fitting next to his childlike face.
His hair is cropped short. The cuts looks fresh and un
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Poetry VandalismPoetry Vandalism in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Quiet fortress burns.
A sad, perfumed angel eats.
Empty eye opens.
Roses - DorsimbraA bouquet of roses left in the bin,Roses - Dorsimbra in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the rain-slick darkness of the station.
The petals were stained by damp from within.
The crushed leaves fluttered in desperation.
“Here’s what I think
Of your roses!”
Slamming bent stalks
Into egg-yellow plastic.
I never saw the woman who did it.
I can imagine the look in her eyes.
It always ends like this, no matter how:
A bouquet of roses left in the bin.
PancakesThe pan reacts angrilyPancakes in Free Verse More Like This
To the mixture,
Creamy milk caressing
Teflon sides;
Bubbles rupture
Through white skin.
I put my lips against
The base of your neck,
Slide them up into your hair
And I feel your
Heart beat
Through white skin.
You melt into me,
Butter in the pan.
Brown edges curl,
Like your toes,
And I feel like I’m falling
Through white skin.
The Hard SellCatalogue splits like a fish,The Hard Sell in Free Verse More Like This
And three plastic-sheen ads thump
like rubber stamps.
“Love,” says the first,
the word puffed out,
Swollen like a pig’s bladder,
And a cartoon cupid
Sternly surveys the border.
“Nothing else like it.”
Of course, there’s the termite-swarm
Of small print burrowing into the foundations,
And the gaudy health warning
Put there by the government.
The second advert is smaller, clearer;
For discount sunbeams;
The first ones of summer,
When you feel them warm
Your back and you
Sigh
Because everything is. All.
Okay.
This ad is
WalkingWalking,Walking in Surrealism More Like This
One two
Drib drab,
Tick tock,
Time stop.
Cool air,
Shoe scuff, wind dips, heart skips.
Coffee cup swills,
Spills
Nutmeg bloodstains down polystyrene scales;
Tragedy.
Heart steps. Feet beat
Atrium and ventricle of
Heel and toe,
Rubber kiss
Tarmac snow.
Leafhush, grasswhisper
Hush clomp,
Rush stomp,
Clip clop,
Pace drop;
Boris the Ever-So-LargeBoris the Ever-So-Large in Free Verse More Like This
I met Boris the ever-so-large
On a bridge between two thoughts,
Dangling his feet into the water.
Elephant-footed and walrus-nosed:
Boris the ever-so-large.
“You are ever so large,” I told him,
And his large chest swelled with pride.
“That,” he boomed, “is why they call me Boris
The ever-so large.”
He splashed the water of the stream,
And words scattered like dreams.
All around dried leaves floated groundwards,
And each one was a scribbled page.
“What are you looking for?” he yawned.
“Words,” I moped. “Sounds. Stories.
Pictures in my head.”
Boris stood up to the full
The VarietyThe Variety in Science Fiction More Like This
Forward
Forward by: Professor E.G White, Department of Galactic Historiography and Comparable Studies, University of Hades Gamma Cluster.
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What follows is the much anticipated manuscript “A Variety of Short, Interrelated Tales in No Particular Order from Somewhere Which Does Not Exist”, in its unadulterated and unabridged form. On ED06/07/2354, the manuscript was found by an Alliance space freighter adrift in an unmarked capsule orbiting the second moon of Ixion in our very own Hades Gamma Cluster. Never in our history has one manuscript created such contentio
A Day-Dreamer's poemShe lives in a small town, way up in MaineA Day-Dreamer's poem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's beautiful and funny, and not at all vain
The power within her burns like a fire so bright
That it will help guide those lost in the darkest of night
She's fun loving and kind, lovable as well
She's the type that would help you, even before you fell
To me, she's a saint, or and angel above
And she is a wonderful person, who is so easy to love
"The Beautiful Day-Dreamer" to her I shall call
And when I get to meet her, we shall have a ball
I'm honored beyond words for her to call me "friend"
And I hope our friendship shall never end
pizza-hut-lovers constest poempepperoni, if you pleasepizza-hut-lovers constest poem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the yummy extra cheese
"pizza, pizza" is what they say
bringing pizza night and day
eating pizza nice and hot
but still good if it's not
veg or meat, choose you topping
either way, my heart goes hopping
"pizza, pizza" is what I say
eating pizza night and day
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