on growing lonelyi'm not about to mention the way your lips curl around your cigarette, because i know you no longer have a lover.on growing lonely in Emotional More Like This
because i'm sure you would swallow them whole if it would help, if they could ignite your heart the way her hands used to. instead, i know you'll reach for any alcohol in the house, in hopes the way it burns can erase the ways ghosts glide between your ribcage each night, tumbling out your mouth as soon as you rise. you swear you haven't dreamed a single night in the three years since she died, so you stay awake for hours past midnight, praying for delirium to cast her on the side of the bed you can hardly bring yourself to touch, since the last thirteen years you have of her in pictures are hollow compared to the woman you first kissed.
so you go to the doctor she used to see in hopes he can tell you what fraction of the pain she felt you feel in your spine, walk on beaches once the sun goes down so maybe the bits of her in the sea will make
resolutethis year, my resolutions won't be stuffed into my bedside drawer. i'm not going to roll them up like a cigarette, small and deadly, and tuck them into my pocket. i won't let them rot there, and remember them only when they're small, pilly pieces on my favorite sweater when it comes out from the dryer, forgotten by the time i pull each piece off, letter by letter.resolute in Emotional More Like This
because i've never realized until now, but my resolutions are the outline for a book that's always misplaced or miswritten, so coffee stained and battered that by the time the winds of december come to turn its pages, there isn't a single word to touch. because, instead of my novel or a chapter, i write myself an anthology. i title it regrets and feed it to the fire, burn away the past year and my chance at every single thing i could have learned.
but this year, before i sliced open the spine and tore out each and every syllable, i stopped. i read.
and, for once, these aren't regrets, but things i know i need to change
winter buriali don't think i'll forget how after you died, it snowed.winter burial in Emotional More Like This
the entire world went catatonic with me, as they carried your body out into the glacial night and drove you away. we were encased in ice, hushed under the weight of your ashen body [did it hurt when then burned you, or was it a relief to those frozen bones?], and i could do no more than teeter to my bed after the ambulance left and lie there until my father knocked on my door long after the sun rose the next day.
and when i walked out, there was no body in that bed. just the sheets, shifted and white like you had just rose but cold -cold as if the window had been left open that night and the arctic air drifted in and brought the storm with it. the house was silenced, my father just gone and my sister, too. the plows had towered the snow high where our front yard began as if to say, you may not leave.
the glass door in the back gave way after four tries, and i stepped out into my father's marks from his morning smoke
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folded in half, fingers down my throat, i try to grasp the intangible.
it lies somewhere inside my larynx, tangled between vocal cords and embedded in my esophagus -swallowed, with grief and need and something else that goes down bitter like bile.
it takes me a while to realize, but when i am somewhere between empty and half-full, that in those minutes nothing is tangible. i am letting loose more than my dinner, i am flushing away my past present future all in one flick of my wrist and turn of my fingers.
in that moment, i am far from infinite, but rather nothing at all.
a boy fell in love with a girl four years ago, and now all he has left is me.
i have tried to tell him that her star went out -that it imploded and exploded and is nothing but a black hole now. she is dust motes and debris; a dandelion hearted girl, blown away with the wind.
hey, i whisper, you know, you know: i'm no good. no good at all. i'm like a stain that never comes out -i
Lovesick without the LoveDear you,Lovesick without the Love in Letters More Like This
I am writing letters to someone who won't mind if my mouth sometimes tastes like puke.
Someone who will love me, even when I stand, bent over the bathroom's porcelain bowl, spilling bits of my soul out through my mouth. Someone, someone who will brush back my hair, hold me tight, and kiss my acrid mouth. Someone who knows better than to keep mirrors in the house or to buy Girl Scout cookies and ice cream in tandem someone who knows not to believe me when I say Oh, I've eaten already, with a smile and a strained voice, like a tourniquet is wrapped tight around my throat.
I need someone who won't be surprised to find a factory defect underneath my packaging.
Someone, who won't stare at the marks, straight and true, spanning my forearm. Who, will disregard the surface fractures, and when I tease my pants down my hips, won't balk and cringe at my milky white ghosts; someone, when lifting my shirt will just kiss the fissures along my ribs
UnfurlGossamer Girl,Unfurl in Emotional More Like This
My head knows the maladies of the heart.
Beneath your fragile frame, hidden betwixt ribcages and lattice-lined bone structures, inside your very core- deeper than marrow, inside the nucleus of each and every one of your cells, you are unfurling.
Little Bulimic, you plunge, delve, and curl, spilling impurities on your dress Christmas Eve, a premonition quaking in your bones. You spew words, implicit truths that bubble up your throat and out your mouth, rupture your esophagus and swallow them back up; your lips hemic from polished claws and screaming ulcers.
Little Masochist, you rip open flesh with pinched knives and blades, jam your fingers inside and taste your life. It tastes like decade-old pennies smeared with rust- spent, haphazard, mortified.
Little Gossamer Girl, you are unfurling. Cadaverous body and emaciated bones coming undone, peeling back your flesh to reveal snakeskin, rough and raw- you have shut down your heart and coiled your trachea, cut off the oxygen
The Long Way to Say GoodbyeDear Forget-Me-Not-Eyes,The Long Way to Say Goodbye in Letters More Like This
It seems like with you gone I'm wordless, like you plucked each vowel and consonant from my mouth and left me tongue tied, trying to make up a new language just to reach you. I've spent months counting the things I've done wrong and the stories I've forgotten and all the ways I could say those two words that to you, don't seem to mean a single thing.
I'm left with memories of cornstalk hair wound as tight as my nerves and a tongue like quicksilver every time I hear your name. I remember those things you said, the things I forgave you for time and time again and my eyes prickle and my hands clench, making half moons in my palms that make me think of all the stories you've read that said the moon holds magic. But fairytales don't exist and our story certainly didn't have a happy ending. Now, the moon just reminds me of nothing but the venom-laced messages you sent me late at night, the words stupidselfishhopelessI'mdone burned into my eyelids, h
RosesYou love too much, I am told by a man with a briar heart, thorny sinews and collapsed ventricles bearing down on him, hardly beating in his tight chest. He looks at me with flat, slate eyes, chipping and eroding. His hands are dark with cigarette burns and rough with calluses; I feel them on my shoulders as he looks down at me, face collapsing in at his eyes like a dead man's.Roses in Emotional More Like This
For the first time, I realize he is dead. His briar heart dried up when winter killed his rose; my father, he is all thorns.
He squeezes my shoulders, too tight. You look like your mother, you know, he whispers, eyes shifting to the garden, to the yellow rose I planted for her. It is a rambler, sending shoots to the sky that sink back down. We never gave it a trellis. I loved her too much. And there are tears in his eyes, wet, heavy things that slip down his cheeks and on to the grass below us.
I don't know what to say, so I think of the rose, of her. I think that I'd like to send this
lacunai am not a small, needylacuna in Free Verse More Like This
waiting to be filled
i have all the bodies i need
i am self-contained,
folding in on myself
realizing my chest is no home
for a heart because
i am a timepiece without a
tick, the choir girl
who never sings,
proof you can fold paper
more than seven times
i am sitting here,
fingers in my mouth, counting
all my chances, chips,
nights i have woken from
dreams of pulling my teeth
from my gums;
weighing out the difference
one more time and
one last time
i still smell like death,
nothing anyone would want to hold
i am not your little angel-girl
your butterfly baby,
i have purged myself of that,
purged until i am raw,
new in loss, in death,
i've peeled myself away
like the flesh of an apple,
in one neat coil on the bedroom floor
i am closing in on myself
like a sigh,
like the wave kisses the shore
before it swallows it whole
and my little heart&
jointedi remember days of holding your handsjointed in Free Verse More Like This
and swearing they felt so heavy,
the synovial fluid that welled up
around your joints was liquid lead
for years i wished to give you
one thousand of my white blood cells
for each day i had to leave you
stranded on the kitchen floor
and when i finally learned the words
i wanted to tell you:
the doctors never made you stronger
with any injection or titanium bones
but you did yourself
every morning you stood
and opened your eyes
a woman asked me
if i would like to take home flowers for you
and i wanted to ask if in the coolers
she had enough yellow roses
to fill the spaces between your
kneecaps and every joint that ever ached
so maybe you would come back alive
if i could promise
pain wouldn't greet you
.i dream of drowning in. in Free Verse More Like This
lakes, belly up, a petal
shaped bruise of your thumb
on either wrist
i dream that what lays
in my bed is so much
more terrifying than what
lurks underneath it
.and like a stone at. in Free Verse More Like This
the bottom of the river
or the sea,
i think life might just be
flowing right past me
.pour love all. in Free Verse More Like This
over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
.just try not to. in Free Verse More Like This
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
.some people are dead. in Free Verse More Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
Poem #59Love is not infinite,Poem #59 in Free Verse More Like This
it is cheap cigarettes and
one night stands.
Love is not real,
it can be one-sided
Love is not serious,
it is summer romances and
waiting for something better to come along.
Love is not always happy,
sometimes it's just black and blue
although you've tried your hardest.
Poem #51Today I was weedingPoem #51 in Free Verse More Like This
the garden of my life
and I found myself
the most beautiful rose,
simply because I have been
pricked by those thorns
one too many times.
Mamas ought to be warning
their baby girls
that the devil himself
is most often found in
the form of teenage boys.
Poem #50I want to find my sweetheartPoem #50 in Free Verse More Like This
and run off to the mountains
where I grew up.
"See the sun? It's setting for you,"
I'd say in a small voice,
trying not to ruin
the silence around us,
"it's always setting for you."
It's moments like these
that make me wonder
if my soul-mate is out there,
and if they are searching
like I am,
or if they, too, feel
Poem #49We have a wooden door inPoem #49 in Free Verse More Like This
with our family tree etched
that my mother made
when I was very young.
I spent my youth
the names of people
that I had never met
but had somehow managed
to make me who I am,
names that I have
since then forgotten.
I remember my young hands
over the name of my grandmother
who had died
shortly after she was diagnosed
when I was three years old.
I often wonder
if she and I would get along,
if she would
the young woman I have become,
if she would understand
that I was engulfed in sin
before I understood the
right and wrong.
Poem #48I once met a girlPoem #48 in Free Verse More Like This
who wore a smile as bright
as her sundress.
That girl was not me.
And have you ever noticed that your
bed never feels more comfortable than
right before you fall asleep
after trying to kill yourself?
(Suicide is a vulgar word.)
Today I swear I saw your ghost in
braiding flowers into my hair,
but then I realized
it was just the shadows
playing tricks on me again.
There is a bird outside
who's been coming to the window lately.
He reminds me of you.
He is small, timid,
and he flies away whenever
I approach him.
he always returns.
Poem #46I'm warning you.Poem #46 in Free Verse More Like This
That boy is no cup of tea,
though cups of tea we often would share.
I am not a smart girl,
but I can tell you what comes next.
He loves you... He leaves you.
And you end up like me,
writing poetry in the bathtub,
How does it feel to sink?
If this tub had no bottom,
and I let myself plummet
into an eternity of water...
Wouldn't that be fantastic?
I've never quite learned how to swim.
Poem #13Do you remember me?Poem #13 in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the girl you threw away.
The useless source of nothingness
that you willingly hid from the world.
Do you remember me?
I'm the one you never loved.
Here, in the dark,
I feel so very alone.
Do you remember me?
I'm never there anymore.
My world has collapsed,
and it looks like you forgot to save me.
Don't you remember me?
...I remember you.
Poem #10I don't want to be rememberedPoem #10 in Free Verse More Like This
as what my parents made me.
Stubborn, loud, opinionated.
I don't want to be remembered
as what I've let myself become.
Mischievous, sneaky, a liar.
I want to be remembered
as the girl who cared too much,
but still managed to love with all she's got.
I don't want to be remembered
as the girl who broke your heart.
Poem #69Have you ever heard a songPoem #69 in Free Verse More Like This
that makes you want to be a different you?
You close your eyes and think,
"Damn, I could be so much better."
I wanna be the poem that reminds you
that you don't need to be better,
that this world is whirlin' and twirlin'
and that we have to stay true
if we wanna make it out alive.
I wanna be the breeze through your window
in the middle of the night
that tickles your skin and whispers,
"You can do this",
because you can do this.
I wanna be the hope that lingers in the pit of your stomach.
I wanna shine through at the end of the day and remind you
that life ain't a race,
it ain't a game.
It's all that you are and will ever be.
Take your time and smile,
don't rush to get ahead.
You'll get there.
Maybe later than you'd hope,
but you'll get there.
I know because I, too,
am on my way.
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 26NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 26 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tobi VS The Yaoi
-One afternoon, at the Akatsuki lair-
Itachi: "KICKASS! Guys, have you heard me and Kisame's English voices?! We sound awesome!"
Kisame: -Watching TV starring blankly- "...I sound like an old wiseman..."
Itachi: "Fine then. I sound awesome.
Deidara: -Reading- "Good for you. Now I wait and pray that they make my voice half as decent in, oh... five years?"
Tobi: "YAY! I can't wait until I show up in the UPA!"
Itachi: "Um... No."
Deidara: "Tobi, you've barely even appeared in the Japanese series yet. You have to wait even longer than me."
Tobi: "Aww..." -Sniffle- "But why?! Was Tobi a bad boy?!"
Itachi: "No. Because our creator's a douchebag closet yaoi fanboy..."
Tobi: "So... Tobi can't appear because of the yaoi? WAHHH... Tobi hates the yaoi!"
Deidara: "That may be the smartest thing he's ever said..."
Itachi: "That's not what I meant dumb-" (Wait... it's probably better if he thinks that...) "Okay. Yeah. It's because of the yaoi."
Tobi: "Then Tobi will fin
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 21NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 21 in Fan Fiction More Like This
An Inconvenient Truth
Pein: "YEARS OF CLEANING THIS PLACE UP AND TURNING IT INTO THE ULTIMATE EVIL BASE! ALL THAT WORK GONE BECAUSE SOME STUPID AMERICANS THOUGHT IT'D BE A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE A RETARD AS PRESIDENT!!!"
Konan: -Laughing like crazy- "Sucks to be you guys!
Deidara: -Kicking the remains of the base- "I. AM. NOT. A. FUCKING. GIRL!!!"
Suigetsu: "Mommy! If you want you can stay with me!"
Deidara: "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING RETARD! HOW FUCKING STUPID DOES ANYONE HAVE TO BE TO THINK I'M A GIRL?! SO I WEAR MY HAIR IN A PONYTAIL! SO I WEAR A FISHNET BELLY-SHIRT! THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME A GIRL!!!"
Konan: "Actually, it kinda does..."
Deidara: LOOK AT ALL THE GIRLS AROUND US! THEY'RE ALL EITHER WEAKLINGS, IDIOTS, OR WHORES! DO YOU SEE ME LOSING EVERY SINGLE FIGHT I GET INTO?! NO! DO YOU SEE ME SNEAKING AROUND SECRET BASES NOT EVEN NOTICING I'VE ALREADY BEEN SPOTTED?! NO! DO YOU SEE ME MAKING OUT WITH ANY GUYS?! HELL NO! I. AM. NOT. A. FUCKING. GIRL!!!!!"
Sasori: -Trying not to
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 20NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 20 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Damn You Dubya!
Temari: -Still tied up in a tree and snoring-
Deidara: "She's been out there like that for a few hours now. Damn. What kinda of drugs is she on?"
Sasori: -Goes outside, goes through her purse, then comes back inside- "Well, that explains it. She's got tons of painkillers in here. Damn kids nowadays get some good shit. Back in the old days you'd get your arm cut off and just pray you didn't die."
Deidara: "Old days? Dude, exactly how old are you anyway?"
Sasori: "I'm 40." (Punk kid.)
Deidara: "Uh-huh..." (Old fart.)
Kakuzu: "I'm surprised you haven't gone out there and raped her."
Hidan: "Meh. I'm bored with sex now."
Sasori: "Too much information."
Deidara: "Somehow I find that hard to believe."
Hidan: "It's just that I always do the same thing. I wanna try something new."
Kakuzu: "Don't you dare go fucking queer on me."
Hidan: "SHIT NO!"
Deidara: "Then what?" (Why the fuck did I ask that?)
Sasori: "Why the fuck did you ask that?"
Hidan: "I want something kinky."
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 22NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 22 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tobi: "WHEEE! NEW HOME!" -Runs inside-
Hidan: -Also runs inside- "-and this'll be my room, and this'll my prayer room, and this'll be where I keep my bitches and-"
Kisame: "Oh! Oh! I call the shark exhibit!"
Itachi: -Goes and sets up room in the Space exhibit-
Tobi: -In the jungle exhibit swinging from trees- "WHEE!!!"
Zetsu: -Sniffle- "I wanted that room..."
Tobi: "There's still the rainforest exhibit Zetsu-san!" -Scratching armpits like a monkey-
Kakuzu: -Setting up room in gift shop; hooking up cameras and security alarms-
Deidara: -Setting up room in history section-
Pein: "Hey! Konan! They have a big closet space!"
Konan: "Kickass." -Drops Naruto and Sakura and zooms to the closet-
Naruto: "Soo... Does that mean we can go now?"
Sakura: "Worth a shot..." -Both start sneaking away-
Naruto: "Well shit..."
Kakuzu: -Shrugs and just lets them pass-
Sakura: "Sweet!" -Both resume sneaking out-
Pein: "This place is great! Just have to fix it up a littl
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 16NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 16 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Out of the Closet & Into the Funny Farm
Pein: -Walking by the prison cell- "Hm? What're you doing in our base?"
Naruto: "You... don't remember why I'm here?"
Pein: "Hmm... Damn. Must've forgotten."
Naruto: "Uh-huh... Welp! I guess I'll just be leaving then!" -Starts to walk out the hole in the wall Sasuke previously made-
Zetsu: -Merges from the ground just as Naruto starts to exit; has a dog hanging out of his mouth-
Naruto: "Get out of my wa- is that Kiba's dog?! "
Zetsu: "What's a Kiba?" -Swallows the dog whole- "Hey boss! The fox is escaping!"
Pein: "OH! Now I remember! Deidara! Put the brat in the closet!"
Deidara: "Whatever..." -Drags Naruto to the closet and opens the door-
Konan: "Um... HELLO?! OCCUPADO!"
Deidara: "Like I care." -Tosses Naruto in the closet and slams the door-
Tobi: "Who was that?"
Hidan: "HEY! THAT BITCH WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT AND BUY ME SOME CHICKEN THREE YEARS AGO! HOW THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE THAT LONG TO GET CHICKEN?!"
Kakuzu: "Who cares." -Sitting on
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 25NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 25 in Fan Fiction More Like This
All My Crazy Children
-At Ino's house, all the girls are having an 'All My Children' Party-
Temari: -Crying- "I can't believe he actually left her for that bitch Marcy!"
Sakura: -Also crying- "I know! What a bastard..."
Ino: "You're kidding, right?! Whats wrong with Marcy?!"
Hinata: "What ISN'T wrong with her?! She's a fat bitch who only cares about money!"
Ino: "That's just because she has no friends! I feel sorry for her!"
Sakura: "Um, HELLO?! She DOES have friends! All of whom are whores, thank you very much!"
???: "GAWD THIS IS BORING!" -Gaara crawls out from under the couch-
Sakura: "The hell?!"
Gaara: "This is a girls' party! You're all supposed to be wearing sexy pajamas, pillow fighting, and lezzing out! If Gaara wanted to hear women run their traps about stuff nobody gives a shit about he'd watch The View! Fuck this! Gaara will just go rent another porno!" -Walks out and slams the door-
-Everyone just blinks and stares blankly at the door for a moment-
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 23NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 23 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Not-so-Great Escape
-Morning at the Akatsuki lair-
Deidara: -Waking up- "Nng..." -Yawn-
Zetsu: -Hovering right over his face; eyes glowing red-
Deidara: -Sigh- "Ugh. Already?" -Gets out of bed- "What do you want today? The puppy chow, or the rabbit food?"
Zetsu: "RABBIT..." -Drooling-
Deidara: -Takes out a box from his closet, takes out a bunch of live rabbits, and puts them in a dog bowl- "Of all the things to pick out of the job jar..." -Goes to the kitchen to get breakfast-
Itachi: -In line for the bathroom- "HIDAN, HURRY YOUR ASS UP!"
Hidan: -From in the bathroom- "SHUT THE FUCK UP! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO FIX MY HAIR?! I HAVE TO LOOK GOOD FOR THE LADIES!
Itachi: -Slamming against the door- "HURRY..." -Slam- "THE HELL..." -Slam- "UP!" -Slam-
Hidan: "OR YOU'LL DO WHAT?!"
Kisame: -In line behind Itachi- "Oooh... Wrong question."
Itachi: -About to bust down the door-
Kakuzu: "Allow me." -Punches a hole through the door, puts his arm through and slams Hidan again
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 15NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 15 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Meet the Happy Twins
Pein: "AKATSUKI! ASEMBLE!"
-Itachi, Kisame, Deidara, Zetsu, Kakuzu, and Hidan appear-
Tobi: -Falls from the ceiling fan- "WHEE!!!"
Deidara: "Ugh... What now?"
Pein: "We have a new recruit, remember? We all need to be here to decide to let him in or not."
Pein: "So, Zabuza. You want to be in Akatsuki?"
Zabuza: "Uh... Yes?"
Zetsu: "Hey guys, what's it called when you feel like your living something over again?"
Deidara: "Deja vu?"
Zetsu: "Bless you. Now come on, does anyone know what it's called?"
Kakuzu: "Deja vu."
Zetsu: "Bless you. Seriously guys, come on! You know! It's when you feel like you're living the same day over again?"
Itachi: "DEJA VU!"
Zetsu: "What is there, a cold going around?!"
Hidan: "This is getting us nowhere..."
Naruto: -Watching from his prison cell- "Dumbasses..."
-Meanwhile, in an office building somewhere-
Suigetsu: -Walks in- "Now what the fuck do you guys want?!"
Nova(Writer): "Oh, you're early. Th
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 19NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 19 in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING: The following chapter is for comedic purpose only, and in no way reflects the writers personal opinions on "rednecks" or the southern people... ...Okay, maybe a little.
Temari: -Driving- "Hmm?"
-The car in front of them is going very slow and has bumper stickers all over it. They say 'I support Bush', 'I'm white and proud', and 'Save the whales, harpoon the fat chicks'-
Temari: "Oh HELL no."
Sakura: -In passengers seat- "Eh?"
Temari: -Rolls down her window- "HEY YOU BUCK-TOOTHED BASTARD!"
Sakura: "Uh-oh..." -Buckles seatbelt-
Temari: "SPEED UP OR GET OFF THE ROAD YOU FUCKING REDNECK!!!" -Rams the car off the road making it crash- "YEAH! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET ASSHOLE! GO FUCK YOUR COUSIN IN HELL!" -Stands up in the seat, pulls her pants down and stick her butt out the window- "KISS MY ASS BITCH!!!" -Sits back down- "Fucking retards up in here."
Sakura: "You see? This is why rednecks shouldn't drive until they can speak proper English."
-Another car passes them-
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 27NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 27 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Karin: The Happy Place is here to serve you!
Deidara: Its like every word that comes out of there mouth is a sex pun waiting to be noticed
Suigetsu: -Gasp- Karin! You forgot your dramatic entrance!
Karin: Oh twaddlecock, you right! -Runs outside, climbs up to the roof, then falls through the ceiling- TO PROTECT THE WORLD FROM DEVASTATION!
Suigetsu: Hey Mommy! I have a sharp object up my ass! Guess what it is?!
Deidara: -Twitch- I have no idea
Suigetsu: Broken glass! You were right Karin! This does work better than dildos!
Karin: I told you!
Deidara: Ugh (Here goes nothing ) -Gulp- Listen up, uh SON MOMMY needs your help with something VERY important (KILL ME!!!!!)
Suigetsu: Yes Mommy? -Smiling-
Kakuzu: Now theres a real trooper -Holding ha
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Watch Your BackWatch you back. You never know what he's going to do. If you don't think twice about it, then you'll lose yourself in his deception. He lies. He steals your heart and won't return it. He's a heart snatcher. He's willing to waltz into your life without any ideas of stopping and then leaps out.Watch Your Back in Short Stories More Like This
He's a vindictive liar. If you try to run, his claws are ten feet deep into your skin. If you curl up any closer to him, you'll never escape. He will have you tangled so tightly in his web of lies.
Watch your back. You never know what he's going to do. Don't you see what's happening? Can you not realize that he is merely using you for whatever game he's trying to win? He doesn't care about you; he only wants one thing and one thing only: to use you until there is no more use to you.
Watch your back.
From a DistanceI can only watch from afar. I'm not allowed to be close to you for fear of tipping the delicate balance between me and your girlfriend, so I must watch you grow from a distance. You're so beautiful. Your achievements are unparalleled, your strengths not matched, your kindness unrivaled, your beauty irreplaceable. You care passionately about the things you love, you exercise wisdom courageously for the things you believe in. You even respond to me when you can. There is just one flaw in our plan: her. She must be great for you to not even notice me. She seems to hinder you, but you protect her so well. That's what makes you a great guy. You're so protective of her to the point that it's sickening. But she's got her claws in you so deep, and you'll never get free. I can't tell you because you won't believe me. Her word is higher than mine.From a Distance in Short Stories More Like This
Dear Tender SpiritDear Tender Spirit, the humble and wise.Dear Tender Spirit in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What can you see behind my gray eyes?
Can you see the deceit?
Do you catch the lies?
Dear Tender Spirit, the brave and bold.
Did you know that my mind feels old?
How can you watch right now
As the story unfolds?
Dear Tender Spirit, the kind and warm.
How can you watch me become so torn?
Is it easy for you
To see me scorned?
Dear Tender Spirit, the weak and wrong.
Did you hear the lyrics of my song?
Of how I'm right
And you're completely wrong?
Cityscape ChasesIt was probably midnight, but in a city, the higher the building you were on determined how much beneath of you could be seen. Cars were still zipping feverishly across the pavement below, but fifty-six stories above ground level created a false image of how fast the vehicles were actually going. On a ledge, it didn't matter. He could take time to stare at the movements 450 feet below, or he could watch the retreating form of his quarry on the building thirty feet away.Cityscape Chases in Short Stories More Like This
With his heart pounding in his chest, he backed away as far as he could, readied himself, then sprinted forward as fast as his legs would allow. When the ledge was close enough, he jumped to clear it for the building that she had gone on.
For what seemed like an eternity, he was in the air, hanging dangerous and carefree above the city. His body was bent to be as aerodynamic as possible, but he didn't think he could make it. If he couldn't clear it, he wo
RealThere is no false side to me. What you see is real. I don't need to hide behind a mask of makeup or a curtain of straightened hair everyday; I'm not out to impress the world. Sure, I might put some on, but that's to make me feel good, even if it creates just a bit more appeal. I'm not about to play my made up poker face to win some guy's attention, or to be the prettiest, or to hear the most wolf-whistles; I don't care for those things. In five years, where will that get me? "Looks" only last for a little while. I pride myself on who I am. I change for no one.Real in Philosophical More Like This
I'm not in the trendy crowd because the latest "in" fashion isn't important to me. It'll be out of style soon, anyway.
I'm not worried about the he said-she said drama.
I could care less about what you think of me, because I appreciate the lessons that my friends, family, and mentors have taught me. I learned that what pe
Musical AdrenalineWhen he was in this state of mind, no one could break his concentration. His overflowing excitement was only contained by his focus, his unbreakable will forcing his serious expression. He turned from the people that had become his second family and faced a chair. On it rested a box branded with his name, the lid hiding the final release to his happiness. He propped it open and placed the militaristic cap on his head, fluffing the white feathers out as he did so. A pair of black gloves rested in the bottom of the box, so he quickly slid them on before locating his silver star. It had been placed beneath the safety of a chair, but it now resided in his gloved hands. His fingers gently glided over the shiny, freshly polished brass, his eyes gentle on the craft.Musical Adrenaline in Short Stories More Like This
He filed in behind several of his family members and assumed his usual position to the left of two of his fellow silver stars. Two familiar co
Request to a StarI saw a shooting star last nightRequest to a Star in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and thought of a simple request.
When I awoke by morning light
the star forced me to pass a test.
Love is truly hard to come by;
the heavens took pity on me.
Instead of searching low and high,
you were very easy to see.
You're something like my guiding light;
an angel sent from above.
You cleared up my clouded sight
and taught me the true meaning of love.
I saw a shooting star last night
and thought of someone like you.
When I awoke by morning light
the star allowed it to come true.
Break OutClick. Click. Snap!Break Out in Short Stories More Like This
A string of whispered curses and a light metallic clang followed the unwanted sound. She didn't understand why she was here. Some small iron tool was clasped in her hand as she fixated her eyes on the torches about twenty feet out to either side of her. It was still night, she hoped, because she could hear the echoes of boisterous laughing and talking from above the stairwells. She smirked; at least the alcohol they confiscated was holding out.
With a final strained glance in either direction, the teenager picked up her second metal tool and placed both in the keyhole. Breaking in, she thought, was a hundred times easier than breaking out. She slid the thinner piece around until she heard a sort of click, then began to spin the lock with the knife-like tool she had so cleverly concealed upon her arrival here. Slowly, the lock was turning, but just as the sound of freed
I Couldn't Stand ByA smile on your face, a cut on your cheek,I Couldn't Stand By in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You acted so precious, so mild and meek.
I knew what was wrong, I couldn't protest,
He was a devil, who you loved best.
I clenched my fist, anger in my eyes,
The usual blue now turned to stormy skies.
You sat in your desk and turned to me,
"What's wrong, Jason? You look ill at ease."
With a shake of my head and a stone in my heart,
I knew this wasn't the place it should start.
"Nothing," I said as I lied to your face,
I knew it just wasn't the time or the place.
The next day you came, still smiling and bright,
A black eye and more cuts shined in the light.
You winced when you sat, you mumbled a hi,
I couldn't watch you suffer and internally die.
That night was a party and you were to attend,
I tagged along with you and your jackass boyfriend.
He began to drink, he was filled with hate,
He started to forget that you were his date.
With a hand raised to your pallid cheek he struck,
However, tonight he was completely out of luck.
What's Beautiful?Love is beautiful because without it, we would be hollow and incomplete.What's Beautiful? in Short Stories More Like This
Music is beautiful because it is a healing energy, a helping hand, an uplifting spirit, a happy time, an escape to paradise a passion for most.
Individuality is beautiful because what two people would want to be exactly the same?
Hope is beautiful because it is something that keeps you going, even if you don't want to.
Determination is beautiful because it is the force that allows us to charge ahead.
Courage is beautiful because it doesn't allow you to back down from a challenge.
Dreams are beautiful because it's the love for them that keeps them together, the music that is your first aid, the individuality that makes them tailored to you, the hope that wants you to succeed, the determination that demonstrates strength, and the courage that makes them achievable.
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 8"Ignitus!" Takeo shouted with surprise and happiness. The Fire Guardian gave him a gentle smile. They both laughed as Takeo came up to him.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 8 in Profiles More Like This
"Much has happened since our last meeting..." Ignitus noted a bit dryly. The smile vanished, along with Takeo's. The human nodded in affirmation.
"Yes. I trust you've been kept up to date?" Takeo asked, looking up into the dragon's red eyes. They twinkled in minor amusement.
"Of course. You don't believe one such as myself would be foolish enough to ignore the news of the lands?" Ignitus chuckled.
Takeo smiled. "I guess I should've known better."
"I also know about what happened at the Well of Souls. Some of the prisoners that escaped relayed the news. Dragons, in fact."
"Really?" Takeo said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, four of them. They are resting further in the Temple now."
"Where are the ot
TLoS: World at War Ch. 40Toran stood there in silence, with Dempsey still struggling under his paw.TLoS: World at War Ch. 40 in Settings More Like This
"Let him go!" ordered Cursed Zoidius again.
"Wha...? What is this...?" Toran began. His only answer was a charge from Cursed Zoidius. Toran yelped in surprised and tried to kick Cursed Zoidius off, but he was pinned on the ground. Zoidius's strength had increased by a factor of five and Toran couldn't match it. Dempsey then rolled away and onto his feet when Toran was taken down. He ran up to Nikolai.
"What the fuck is this?" he asked Nikolai and watching Cursed Zoidius.
"How the hell should I know?" Nikolai responded. "I've never seen something like this."
Toran grunted in effort as he tried in vain to escape. Cursed Zoidius growled and lowered his head to Toran's.
"You! All we wanted was a place to stay for one night! One damn night! You ruin it by accusing us of being spies a
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 11Takeo and Relic walked slowly through the empty streets of Warfang. Most of the citizens were asleep, though there people occasionaly sitting in their houses and looking out the windows or preparing food inside. The bakers were up at this hour and their ovens released the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries. Relic smiled and kept sniffing at the air. It felt as if her nostrils had died and went to heaven.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 11 in Settings More Like This
"That is wonderful..." she said, sniffing and closing her eyes, but keeping pace with the human. "I haven't smelled anything so good in such a long time."
Takeo looked at her inquistively. He realized that he no idea of how long she was in captivity.
"When did the apes capture you?" he asked.
"Oh, maybe about a month before I was rescued by your friends." The amber dragoness replied, opening her eyes and looking at Takeo. She seemed to have
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 5It wasn't long before Takeo and Hunter managed to see the remaining ape raiders. The two of them kept quiet and followed the group, maintaing a distance of around a hundred yards. The apes limped and lumbered through the field, many of them having blood stains on their armor and torn cuirasses. Despite the fog, Takeo could make out around twenty apes.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 5 in Settings More Like This
"Damn! We can't even raid villages anymore!" one of the apes growled, limping and patching up a cut on his hand.
"Malefor is displeased with our failure at defending the Well of Souls, there are rumors going about that he replaced us big apes with little Grublins." another one said.
What's a Grublin? Takeo would have to ask Hunter at a better time.
"Bah! They no good fighters! They weak bugs and get squished easy!" said the first ape. They were silent from then on and drastically slowed down their pace. One of them finally collapsed from blood
TLoS: World at War FinalNoon. This is it. This is the time to settle matters with the Dark Master and his croonies.TLoS: World at War Final in Settings More Like This
Dempsey, Spyro, Nikolai and Richtofen nodded together and said their good-byes to the villagers.
"You be careful do you understand me? I will not tolerate anything bad happening. I will desecrate your corpses if you die." Toran growled, but a sad twinkle in his eyes. The humans and the purple dragon nodded.
"We will old timer," assured Dempsey. "We will."
The group turned to the main crowd that had gathered. The crowd erupted into applause and roars of hope as the group took to the air and headed to the Well of Souls.
Lenin took the three humans rather easily. He seemed to have gotten much better and stronger. Spyro seemed to have gotten stronger as well.
"Guys..." Spyro began. "I must fight Gaul alone..." To his surprise, he only received nods. &
TLoS: World at War Ch. 39"Well, as I said, we're travellers. We're heading to Warfang." said Zoidius. He didn't feel good about lying, but had he told them the real reasons, the villagers might not want them to stay, and they need the rest.TLoS: World at War Ch. 39 in Settings More Like This
"Warfang is quite a long ways away. Where did you come from?" asked Kala, lying down on the grass. The other dragons lost all suspicion and gathered around the three visitors. Some of the hatchlings came up to Nikolai and sniffed him.
"You smell funny..." squeaked a hatchling with sky blue scales.
"That would be the vodka...I think..." Nikolai took a deep breath. "Yeah, that would be the vodka."
Zoidius and Dempsey sat down on the grass with Kala. "We were held captive by pirates." said Zoidius with a false shudder to build sympathy.
"More pirates..." growled one of the adults. "They're expanding pretty rapidly."
"Hush up..." said
TLoS: World at War Ch. 38"Where we headed?" Dempsey called. They have been flying for two hours and yet, they were still hovering above the void.TLoS: World at War Ch. 38 in Settings More Like This
"To a village due west of here. We will rest there and then search for Cynder." Zoidius called back.
"Wait...how the hell do you know where it is if we're in some sort of empty space?" he asked.
"For the past hour or so, I've been scanning with my mind crystal for any other life out here. About twenty minutes ago, I detected the minds of some dragons from the village I mentioned."
Dempsey looked confused, but said, "Hell, I don't care anymore. This entire world has been fucking insane ever since that teleporter sent us here." Zoidius merely smiled and continued on. Nikolai's Dreadwing followed him. Nikolai had grown quite fond of the Dreadwing.
"You are very smelly. Just like my fourth wife! She was pretty though. Pretty a
TLoS: World at War Ch.1Takeo, Nikolai and Dempsey were waiting in the main hallway, while Richtofen tried to get the portal to work.TLoS: World at War Ch.1 in Profiles More Like This
"Mmm. I can taste the flesh of those undead monsters already." Nikolai was holding onto his gun very tightly, grinning devilishly while doing so. For a moment, Dempsey swore he could see a flash of red in Nikolai's eyes.
"Uhh, you're kidding right? You're not actually thinking about eating these guys, right?" chuckled Dempsey nervously.
"Why? Are you afraid of me?" Nikolai asked.
"Umm, no. I was asking, because, uhh, that would be disgusting. Yeah, Im not afraid of you." said Dempsey.
Before Nikolai could answer, a loud whoosh could be heard while Takeo, completely ignoring the two, torched down his first zombie. Dempsey held his BAR at the ready, trying to completely ignore the fact that Nikolai was watching Dempsey with confusion.
Before long, the hordes were funneling into the hallway while the three fired away at them. Ta
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 24Opening the flap, Takeo stepped out into the village and was greeted, much to his surprise, by a crowd that had gathered infront of the storage hut. Every single one of them had a look of curiosity and horror on their faces. He had never seen so many cheetahs before and there looked to be more than what the village looked like it could physically support.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 24 in Settings More Like This
As he looked into the gathered crowd, he could see all the warrior cheetahs that had helped defend against the Shadus cheetah assault and along with other slimmer looking cheetahs. Their breasts were portruding out, making bulges on their robes so, the human had guessed these were the females of the group. With the females, were much smaller cheetahs with clean fur of varying colors and fairly big eyes.
Movement had caught his eye and Takeo saw Hunter and Prowlus shoving their way through the crowd.
"Back up!" Prowlus ordered. The cheetahs did so without hesitation. Prowlus and Hunter stood right next to Takeo and Prowlus looked back
TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 12"I need to leave. Hunter and Zaroth are no doubt waiting for me." Takeo told Ignitus as he was closing the bag he brought with him.TLoS: Warlord Takeo Ch. 12 in Settings More Like This
"Very well. What should I tell the others?" Ignitus looked over to the other dragons. They were all at the table, eating meat, cheese and talking to each other about different things, like their childhoods or things they would like to do when the crisis is resolved.
"Tell them I left to explore the lands. It's not the full truth, but does include some of it." Takeo looked at the others as well, then back to Ignitus. "It'll do. I don't want them wanting to follow me around."
"Very well. Be safe Takeo." Ignitus said. Takeo nodded and went out the main doors of the Temple.
"Hey, where's he going?" Kiah asked as she watched him leave.
"Out. He's never really gotten a chance to explore the lands since he first got here and he wants to do so."
...and so i gave you thisyou asked me for a poem....and so i gave you this in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i fall in love with words
and wish that words
would fall for me.
you want a poem? how about the darkness of the morning
when the sun still rubs the night from his eyes,
the dew on the grass and how your feet jump from the itch.
how about the laughter of a creek or the roar of the ocean,
there, that's a poem.
you want a poem?
ask me about watermelon kisses
or how a blackberry whispers love to the backs of my teeth.
ask me how my lips know every curve of my knees
and my spine knows the unyielding wall,
ask me about sunsets and the giants who paint them,
who gave the frog his croak, and why,
why the ravens never seem to cackle
on those dark and maddening nights.
how about the way the muse and i do things
that make her a saint and i a sinner?
how about the soft hiss of my breath when my mouth falls open,
the crust that sleeps in my eyes until i scrape it away.
this too is a poem.
you asked for a poem?
the way honey drips off a spoon,
Unpoetica painter,Unpoetic in Free Verse More Like This
with his tubes rolled down to squeeze out the last
flicks his brushes with precision-
sends ballerina strokes of color across the landscape
to become houses,
and this is elegant to watch.
arms slick to the elbows with grey,
twists her long fingers around the neck of a vase,
coaxes shapes from dirty lumps of clay
and calls them pots,
and this is elegant to watch.
who bends and twirls like long, swaying grasses,
lifts a delicate chin,
points a rounded toe,
leaps and spins and stops breathless
before the judges,
or a crowd.
and this is elegant to watch.
but the poet,
whose eye are red from sleepless nights,
hunches protectively over notebooks,
curses the muses he cries to
and crumples his inadequate words,
hammers his fist on the desk and
topples his coffee onto his poem,
and this is far from elegant.
of all the artists in the world,
the poet is the
Euphrosynedawn.Euphrosyne in Free Verse More Like This
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
when the sun grows weary,
she tucks it into bed with her brushes
and crimson-golden paint.
she sings songs while the stars
roll and tumble down the edge of night.
the moon wiggles in her teacup,
she sips carefully, pensively;
the man in the moon plants warm honey kisses
inside her mouth.
and they grow into peals of strawber
Valtreki miss you like hell.Valtrek in Free Verse More Like This
hell, i miss you like
roses in our bath,
the water going cold and your warm legs against me,
the shampoo in my hair
pop pop popping
until you pushed me under,
our goosebumps colliding like
flint and steel.
hell, i miss you like
dewy orchard apples, crisp and sweet-tart
and cold, so cold,
your tongue like a pink lady,
i miss you like
the snow outside our window,
our backs frozen against the trees
and your eyelashes-
flavoured like saltwater and rain.
i miss you like
the fog that roamed our streets in early morning,
apparitions, phantoms, spectres,
cloaked in blackness.
the sound of your breath.
the silence is the only thing i've come to fear.
Motorcycle.Motorcycle in Free Verse More Like This
there are stray-cat men who ramble through my bar rooms,
ponytails that drip down their backs
and they wear ink beneath their skin,
blue jeans that are soft and faded, hands
whose callouses rub spots on my tables, and
how many times have i felt the sticky-cold smack of a bandana,
the bristle of an unshaved mouth running rough against my thigh?
there is a certain poetry about the way a hair
sticks to naked skin.
i am weaved between burning legs,
dripping oil and gasoline
we roar like tigers
in a concrete jungle.
the morning after is
heat between my thighs and an empty bed,
shy noseprints on the window and my best friend
poured in a dirty glass,
if you feed them,
stray-cat men have a way of coming back.
on the nights when i forget whose name i need to scream...
It's A Fine Line...will we ever be able toIt's A Fine Line... in Free Verse More Like This
to tangle our fingers through each other's hair
without wanting to pull it out
and watch it drift through time and space
like the lazy fluff of a milkweed?
our branches rot and we
let them drop off onto
someone else's head.
if a leaf falls in the forest,
is it poison? because if it is, i think
that it needs to find its way into
your seven o'clock cup of tea.
here we go again.
Starfish are Sinnersyou told me one timeStarfish are Sinners in Free Verse More Like This
that starfish were sinners,
that they were scraped from the sky by angry gods
and tossed into the raging sea.
i asked you why they deserved it,
but you grabbed my hand and pulled me back
to our hotel room,
lamented over dead animals in slices
on whole wheat bread
and muttered about
the taste of turkish coffee.
in the evenings,
we combed the beaches for something you'd lost.
the sea kept calling you,
you told me
between shovelfuls of wet sand.
covered our walls.
you traced obituaries with your fingertips
and said you'd have those people
to dinner one day,
that i would catch fish
and you would fry them up
and serve them on our best plates.
that day i came from the water
and found you curled on the floor;
when i lifted all 98 pounds of you and carried you to bed,
you told me that you didn't know me,
said you'd never had a family,
but would i be your granddaughter
because you'd always wanted one?
i said yes because
what else was the
Subway Tunnelthe railroads have built themselvesSubway Tunnel in Free Verse More Like This
into her arms.
the train thrums in her pulse-
it arrives at
quarter to six
but she's dead
when it reaches the station.
The Days of Our Livesmonday said that you loved me.The Days of Our Lives in Free Verse More Like This
he whispered this through broken teeth
and touched me with hands that were
crackled, like boiled eggs.
tuesday stole you.
her eyelashes batted too slowly
and i saw you leave,
brought you back to my door-
meek, wet, and disheveled,
clutching wilted roses.
thursday, ever tricky,
hid you in the orange grove with a lady
and no amount of april fools could convince me to stay.
friday let me cry at her bosom,
she stroked my hair and murmured lullabies
into tangled silk.
saturday was kind and gentle.
'fear not,' he said, and patted my hand.
'he will return.'
you did. saturday dragged you home
and draped you over our lovestained couch.
sunday was the meanest day.
he gave me bruises and whiskey-tinted kisses
all up my neck.
i was packed to leave,
monday said that you loved me.
he whispered this through punched-out teeth
and touched me with hands that were
tainted, like last week's garbage,
so tuesday tol
Dandelion FluffInfant moons danced on the hillside,Dandelion Fluff in Free Verse More Like This
bobbing silver orbs in the black of night.
they swayed, and swayed, and swayed.
The night wind ruffled their hair-
I glided through them on bare feet
and shook their tufts into the sky.
They were old, and they were wise,
and they let go of their bodies and floated high above the houses and the trees,
and I laid on my back in the cold, dewy grass,
and prayed for them to come take me.