you arei want a city ruinedyou are in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
every time you love me.
i want to show how loudly i shake,
enough to break
faults and how it will never be yours,
and bring down skylines
when you aren't here.
there are seven weeks until my blood runs blank,
but it is so full tonight
it could drown a man.
i hope it drowns you,
the way it carries the only beautiful thing about me
my heart, my love.
it's time you pull together
your telephone wires and breathe stars
back into my body-
it was so dark without you.
there was no moon,
just the kind of black
you know could be no emptier.
i am effulgent again
with the ways i've needed to feel,
i am bursting with fire
instead of hurting, i heal,
and i'm still bright enough
to be burning like god speaks.
i myself speak too loud.
it's what happens at night when i let you love me
and my body writhes with glee
over something it has never known.
i'm afraid to wake the neighbours, or the sisters i'm loving as my own.
when i'm embarrassed by myself,
i won't ask you to hold
learning to forget how to readi hate it a littlelearning to forget how to read in Free Verse More Like This
with my bottom lip
pulled between your teeth
it's like moonlight,
the only light by which
i really see you
i don't know how to think
(about you, anything, this)
and everything you do
is balanced on a scale,
waiting for so much as a breath
to knock it from its centre
(if you don't ask me
to come over, if you
greet me with a television
or hands in my jeans, if
you wait for me before i
leave you in the morning, if
you kiss me upon awakening
or sleeping or as i drift
between the boundaries of
here and with you,)
i am just caught in the tides
the ebb and the flow
as i fail continually
that i am more to you
than just a body
to hold onto at night
and without knowing you
too much past your body
and copy shops,
i am afraid to so much as
think of this
(the fear is sharp,
yet i know better
than to lie)
my dead gay brother becomes memore and more i am becoming an invisible monster.my dead gay brother becomes me in Free Verse More Like This
i can't cry without an audience
i am willing to bend and bend and bend and
to just get a little
love love love lovelvoe lvoelve love love love
i will do anything for you if you just tell me you love me
i am a nobody
with backbreaking pains to become something beautiful
and if i can't have that
i want to be invisible
i want to be nothing
oh how i wish it wasn't so
as nothing as i am
i want you to love me.
leonardwoodi had missed you before i'd met you;leonardwood in Free Verse More Like This
i am missing you before you've left
&today you are gone.
there is nothing,
no drink nor organic acid nor chemical high
to dim the lights on the epilleptic flashes
of love i can't let go,
the panic i blindly follow
as your airplanes leave from boston
&chicago and turn from wings to wheels
as a bus takes you three hours further
to a war zone in missouri.
you told me you loved me
as you vanish for nine months
of the next year.
you promise letters to make up
for the fear you impressed upon us,
love i never let leave,
an empty room i could never stay;
you promised me words
&a heart a thousand miles west
&hopes through two letters a month
that we will not be as broken
as the mirrors i look into,
trying to find what my face looks like
when i know i am wrong.
i want to see the beauty
that men who love me see;
i want to hold onto you
while promising myself to another,
i love you until it hurts
i love you until i can't any more
and i love you sti
155this is not the time or place for us to speak like this. we are sitting in your car at the walmart parking lot. it's not a mile from my house, but it's better than stopping at the dead end of my street.155 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we don't move for the five seconds following the moment you cut the ignition; from there, your eyes drop to the stuffed animal you won me -- a token of the high-noon days of our summer -- that oscillates between your hands.
the sun shifts from low to lower, dipping behind clouds and city silhouettes until the lights come on. the list of things i need to tell you becomes unreadable in the failing light, so you press a button and i can see again.
i wish there was a button like that for you, and for me. maybe it would be between the fingers of our opposite hands, so if the webbings of our thumbs met in embrace, you would remember the way you felt for me in the nights we spent on friends' couches, just revelling in the feel of each other's bodies
first weekend and realisationsyou begin to talkfirst weekend and realisations in Free Verse More Like This
because talking means that
someone else can't
&you start to realise
(as most girls do)
that you have a boyfriend
he's not just a boyfriend;
he's your boyfriend
&he's not just better than
anyone else in the world
he's better than
anything else in the world
&you would trade years off your life
to spend a little longer with him
or to see him smile when he's sad
or to feel his face in your hair
the way he does when he hugs you
&you can't feel it
because right now he's too far away
but distance is only the space between
point a and point b
between you&between me
&if you give it just a little more time
you'll realise nothing has changed
and the disjointed rhythms
your heart beats out like a drum
sticks like a song in your head
the moment you watch recognition
hit his eyes
when you walk in.
home is in the hollow of darkness .collabi stand quivering,home is in the hollow of darkness .collab in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like a candle's flame open
in the winter breeze.
my heart skips
a beat. then another,
death feels like this, when
you let it creep into your
hollow bones again.
like a spider's web,
big or small before
it becomes true that
you are never freer than
the moment you breathe
your last, and let your
fingers slip through the thin cracks
til you disappear.
lost in eyes of the
so breathe deep young one,
as deep as the hollows of
your lungs allow you.
cut free the tangles
that hold you beneath ever-
shifting tides, and know
it is finally
time to embrace the darkness
that will take you home.
constellations are just bodiesyou left me in my bed-constellations are just bodies in Free Verse More Like This
i was crying-
when you walked down my stairs
for the last time.
you were to spend the night-
you lived hours away-
until you told me
you couldn't do this
i was fine-
you were just a constellation-
until your words
forced images of my last love
before my mind's eye.
i cried before you-
i hadn't cried in months-
but i didn't cry for you.
in retrospect, as you closed my door-
it was the last time-
my only thought is
why didn't we fuck
before saying goodbye?
sparkle motionwe sat in your basement-sparkle motion in Free Verse More Like This
you on the couch,
and i in your arms-
like we did every night
of the summer.
i'm sorry i forgot
that a thousand things
had changed in those four months;
i was too intent
on your touch again,
a feeling i regrettably
had been missing,
and donnie darko
flashing across the screen.
it made me think,
how donnie went back
he saved the people he loved,
and that just didn't
it made me think,
i already said that.
i wonder if i went back in time,
would i switch seats
to say i love you?
would i fix us
and the miles and miles
so often between?
would you be safer-
would you be happier,
if i replaced my
eagerness with apathy,
and we never wrung ourselves dry
over a dozen states?
(i never meant to doubt your commitment to sparkle motion.)
the end, actuallylassitude buildsthe end, actually in Free Verse More Like This
nests in my bones
as effective at becoming airborne
as the words "i'm sorry"
they just refused to try
the most prominent thought
circling my head
like the words that could soar
there is a big chance
we will not make it through the night,
that i will never be held
in the cage of your eyes
and trapped by a heart
i must be committing
but i do not know which ones-
there just might be
on the number of tears
you can shed
over one person;
we are not snakes
and cannot remove our skin
so we cry instead
but through the heat
i felt that sadness made
over the phone
i saw no end to us
where there would be
no end to us.
The Power of Broccoli"Six foot..."The Power of Broccoli in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Theological Discussion"Is there a God?"Theological Discussion in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Airhead (Oxymoron)Empty-headed.Airhead (Oxymoron) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But so full of himself.
It's a TrapCheese! What's this spring for..? Snap.It's a Trap in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Green FingersUnexpectedly,Green Fingers in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I'd planted carrots...
Unreliable NarratorSherlock Holmes stories?Unreliable Narrator in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They were doctored.
In the Check-in QueueMoney.In the Check-in Queue in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh, Bad LuckIn the spring of 1313, after 13 years of marriage, it became evident an heir was finally on the way for the King and Queen of Deviancia.Oh, Bad Luck in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“In honour of our future child, I shall add an extra month to the year,” said the King. “To bring the baby luck!”
The Prince was born on the 13th day of the 13th month.
It was a Friday.
“Really?” said the Queen. “You couldn’t have worked out this was going to happen?”
“My love,” said the King, trying to soothe his wife’s angst. “Let’s not give into triskaidekaphobia!”
But he did feel uneasy, and decided to invite the local fairies to the christening to be on the safe side.
There were the usual presents of handsomeness, long life, intelligence. Then it came to the turn of the youngest fairy. She was desperate to get to the lavatory (fairies have bladders the size of a peanut) and didn’t think carefully about the wording of her gift.
“He’ll be abl
The End of the Relationship"Not football again. Let's watch Twilight."The End of the Relationship in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Bold Stratagem July 5th, 1944:A Bold Stratagem in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They will give me the Dickin Medal for this.
I have intercepted a report indicating that reinforcements are to be sent to the 4th Army, east of Mogilev. I cannot allow that to happen. Though my actions in Berlin have drawn a significant amount of attention already, I am determined to hold my position. The ground I have chosen to make my stand is exposed. Every day, things get a little more uncomfortable. The enemy is just feet away. But I will persevere.
I will prevail.
“I was going to write important Nazi stuff, but there’s a cat sitting on my typewriter.”
“Can’t you just shove it off?”
The RitualFor three moons, no rain had fallen. The grass had yellowed, died, and blown away beneath the sun’s fierce heat, and the earth had split, the cracks between the shattered pieces wide enough to trap a goat’s foot. The tribe did not turn to magic lightly, but this time the choice was clear: something must be done.The Ritual in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With great ceremony, Akana stepped inside the grave-hut, the air sweltering even in the shade. Surely even the ancestors, their bones secure in sacred urns, must feel this heat? And so Akana was confident when he came to speak.
“Wise ancestors,” he spoke to the painted urns. “For three moons, the sun has beaten down upon our land. Our crops have died, and our goats and cattle soon shall follow. Take pity on us, please, and make this great drought stop.”
But three days passed, and still the sun beat down, and still the drought continued. From the ancestors, no answer came.
“This is not the way to summon rain,” said Suro. And she to
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 2CorkboardsInhuman Resources: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In bygone days, before Strain Three had forced the people of this place to flee across the water, the lab had not been a lab. As Dobe and I passed beneath the great steel shutters, I considered that we would once have been able to wander in and out without the need for scans or keycards. As we passed the clicking banks of pipetting systems and their stacks of microplates, I wondered at how vacant this space must once have seemed. And as we descended the series of ramps leading to our living quarters, I savoured this one and only reminder that we were walking through a multi-storey car park.
The vehicles sat rusting on the sealed upper floors. A year or so ago, I had made trips up the outside of the building. Had seen them there. There was nothing special about those carsI personally had siphoned the fuel from every last one to feed our generatorsbut there was something uncanny about the way they rested just above our home, waiting for the drivers who had left the
The Sign"I saw them lights again last night," said Farmer Mills, "and when I got up this morning, there it was again. The message...from up there!" He pointed to the clouds.The Sign in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Brian tried to look distantly interested with the story, rather than simply annoyed, as the camera swung back to focus on him. "There you have it," he said to the people watching at home. "Whether elaborate hoax or message from beyond the stars, these mysterious circles will certainly be a talking point in this small town for years to come. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, people much further away are talking about it too."
Farmer Mills put out his hand for Brian to shake. Not sure whether or not the camera was still rolling, Brian took it and tried to ignore the eye-watering alcohol fumes that came off the man. The scorched, bent corn stalks certainly were mysterious, but he couldn't help but wonder why aliens would travel all that way only to leave a message that nobody could read. And why here? He had the feeling that
Sicklefox Once upon a time there was a naughty boy. He was about your age, if I’m not mistaken. This naughty boy loved to run and jump and play with his friends, but more than anything he loved sweet things. So when he spied the baker coming down the street with two trays of iced buns, he wasted no time in running over to him.Sicklefox in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Aren’t you afraid carrying all those buns?” asked the naughty little boy.
“Afraid?” asked the baker. “Of course not—why would I be?”
“Why,” lied the naughty boy, “because Sicklefox likes nothing better than iced buns, and I hear he is nearby. If he finds you, he’ll cut out your tongue and eat it.”
The baker stopped. This was new to him, but all had heard tales of Sicklefox and all knew them to be true.
“Perhaps I should take half,” said
The Crown of Steel Once upon a time, there was a kingdom, rich in gold and grain. None went hungry nor slept without a roof, and with great gifts the king secured the friendship of his neighbours. In truth, these treasures offered freely were mere boast, for in his youth the king had often fought, and all nearby remembered his campaigns: few would care to make an enemy of that good friend. But though the king was noble, strong and wise, his one small weakness could tear the city down.The Crown of Steel in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Though the king made good use of his enormous wealth—hiring guards to make his kingdom safe, and learned judges to make it fair—and was not miserly, he began to despair at the thin band atop his head. It was no secret that he was the greatest king in all the land, so why should he have any but the greatest crown? And so the king commissioned ten master jewellers to cast his crown anew, and set it round with many precious stones. The king took his new crown, and fou
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 1Cloud ComputingInhuman Resources: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yeah, Dobe," I replied. "Start it up."
The portable generator chugged hollowly for a moment before finally rumbling into life, a brief green flicker from the computer bank announcing its success. A curl of exhaust issued forth, and to my nose seemed to fill the whole office block with its petroleum stench. Even this, however, was nothing compared to the sensation that accompanied it; subtle, but far more potent.
The computer had not been switched on for some time, and a number of scheduled tasks had accumulated. In my mind's eye, I perceived them, though the screen lay cracked and broken on the floor: toppled, no doubt, during the evacuation all those years ago. Nevertheless, though mute, though silent, the computer spoke, and I listened. Almost imperceptible beneath the heady drone of data streaming through the air, I could feel a faint whirr from within my ribcage and a dull warmth from the cable running up through my neck. The machine had begun its work
Last Minute Shopping It had been an unremarkable Tuesday at the petrol station until Pestilence—of Four Horsemen fame—came in and started leafing through a magazine. He didn’t exactly have a “Hello, my name is...” tag pinned to his robe, but it was pretty obvious to look at him. Limp hair, pale, pock-marked face, bow legs...it was like he had every disease in the world, and was only alive because all of them were tripping over each other trying to kill him. “Three Stooges Syndrome,” I think they call it. But that probably wasn’t it.Last Minute Shopping in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He must have realised I was staring because he said: “Sorry. I know this isn’t, like, a library, but I sent a letter in to the Agony Aunt a while back and I want to see if they’ve printed a response.”
“Oh, right,” I said. “No, that’s okay.” As a rule, I didn’t take issue with people having a quick ski
BlindIf you had eyes, you could see the creature in front of you. As it is, you can still build up an idea of the thing.Blind in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its movements are slow, uncertain. It doesn’t skitter like anything you’ve come across before. From this, you can assume that it is not native to this part of the cave.
The sounds it makes are quiet, but not silent. It runs, stops, runs, and from this you can assume that it is smaller than you. You decide to inch closer.
The creature smells like the breeze from the surface, though you have never been outside. It smells also something like the clawing furred things deeper below the surface. This makes you hesitate, but you soon remember that it is smaller than you, and that this is not its place.
You inch closer still, scales silent against the rock. You are close enough that the creature can sense you now, though by scent or sound, you do not know. Before it has a chance to run, you reach out and grab it.
You had thought that it might be food, but the creature
One Thousand ThreadsThe farbeast’s claws raked across Khorsa’s back, and he strained to put on just a little more speed. It would do nothing to change his fate—once the beast had your scent, there was no hope left for you—it was for the village. If he didn’t lead the monster far enough away, far enough upwind...it would find them again.One Thousand Threads in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But today the wind was blowing down towards the river, and even that gentle slope had made Khorsa’s legs clumsy and feeble. He didn’t even make it out of the valley. A little more than three quarters of the way up the slope, there was a steep earth ridge. Here, his legs gave way beneath him and he slipped.
Rolling over to face the fiend, Khorsa bared his teeth, drawing the dagger from his belt. A feeble gesture. The farbeast had five knives upon each paw, and its hide was studded with the stubs of old arrows. The creature slowed as it approached, wide mouth cracking into a jagged snarl. Khorsa snarled back, making a pitiful jab wit
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:A Polished White Sink in Free Verse More Like This
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
RealHow can you expect to see the truth in the mirror?Real in Free Verse More Like This
When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play:A Game We Hate to Play: in Free Verse More Like This
I stand amongst a screaming crowd,
And you'll hear them shout it out.
"All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!"
Hear me, do you think I'm lazy?
When I talk I'm crazy,
Sorry I'm just hazy, but I-
Still think that I'm like Jay-Z
Rappin' here with Stacy;
The boys they call her baby; Haha...
And we're playin' this song for the killers,
The ones with no hope workin' shop at the tillers.
And if you think that we're just the fillers,
You wouldn't be wrong; we're just grain at millers - haha!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the game tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light!
All this shit just isn't fair,
Life's a game but we don't care!
We're gonna change the rules tonight,
C'mon let's turn out the light.
Lights off, everybody nights off,
Walking through these streets of -
People drinkin' Smirnoff;
Prayers for tomorrows,
Whisper as they borrow
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering in Free Verse More Like This
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
They need better signsDay 67: Still lost at airport...They need better signs in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
cataclysmthey open the floodgates, and we can only stare,cataclysm in Free Verse More Like This
shake the bars of our bird cage,
screech and beg to be spared.
this is not how the world ends - us trapped,
while the water
erodes away the universe. they are pouring it
and we are dangling there like bait
for the fish, no,
that is not how it happens.
it happens like this, one trapped and the other
trapped twofold, devouring emptiness
becomes too much.
wings wilted away, we are birds stranded.
callouses like tree-bark,
we count out the time we have left on our fingers
but never specify if the numbers stand
for hours, months or decades.
this is how the world ends, keys out of reach;
we are trapped, doubt eroding away
comfort watered down by bitterness.
labyrinthiani guess i've started to doubt(my)humanity,labyrinthian in Free Verse More Like This
we bat our eyelashes in morse code
and expect to be heard,
but nobody really listens.
(and i must say, you are quite good at acting
like a person, but people
are only a facade, when it comes down
why should we matter more than mosquitoes?)
you'll always keep wondering
about the meaning of life
"maybe it's all in my head," you said. "a nightmare
meant just for me."
but honestly, why would we mean anything?
(you yell at the stars to come closer, cry out
for god to let you see.)
but god hides behind closed doors
just like schrodinger's cat,
neither alive or dead.
it stings like a million bees when i describe itthere are words in the dictionary for you and meit stings like a million bees when i describe it in Free Verse More Like This
but somehow there's always a gap
between the definitions
and what we truly are.
i feel like a forgery hanging on a wall,
brush strokes imitating what i should have been -
but it's bolted stuck
and i can't
tear it down -
i scratch off layers of paint, wish i had no face at all,
no body and no voice. (what i have is not mine.)
my fingernails are torn, bloodied,
but it makes no difference
that i ripped the canvas
when the repainted picture
show the truth.
passerbyraspy voice, like a demon begging for mercy. she waspasserby in Free Verse More Like This
always a broken melody,
with no corner pieces.
i can see her,
drenched by the truth in her own
words, "i am just
a crack in the concrete,
by the footsteps
of people like
what keeps us aliveshe hollowed out the fear in you, that once rested in your rib-cagewhat keeps us alive in Free Verse More Like This
like a safe haven, somewhere to lose yourself
when falling. (she stole it with less than a whisper).
you stood cold and resilient, the void tugging at your sleeves
with fierce determination.
you stood empty and brave.
she never gave you a destination, wordlessly she carved your route
out of denied tears, an unfinished map with no coastlines.
you left and the abyss followed your trail like a bloodhound,
promised to devour you whole.
you left to find the sea.
EMO LOVE POEMThou art like my love, and my love for you is somethingEMO LOVE POEM in Free Verse More Like This
that keeps bleeding
like dead kitties on a misty night.
Thou art more wonderful than dying.
Thou art more wonderful than death.
My love for you is pure, unlike the dead kitties
I found on my porch last night.
I think they were meant for my hipster brother,
he has enemies.
I buried them next to my love for you
oh Hamlet, for our love is dying
faster than your dad
when he had that heart attack.
I love you.
hollowjust forget about making sense already,hollow in Free Verse More Like This
words leave your lips
scattered and broken, unfulfilled.
footprints some days you are absent,footprints in Free Verse More Like This
and i sit waiting even if i know, that although
your bike is parked at the usual spot,
you'll be nowhere to be seen.
i never ask where you've been.
maybe you found a place where heartbeats sound
like autumn leaves swirling in the wind.
maybe you just couldn't face me.
and you wear silence like a wedding gown,
soft silk sewn together with a brutal honesty.
there is no going back.
(she threw her regrets off a mountain, memories
carving their way through the cold stone, slowly forming
and now she feels no thirst, only
a longing slowly drowning her.)
in the end, you had to face me.
we sat on a beach, your fingers drawing patterns in the sand,
mine clutched around a seashell.
"we're only a bike ride away from extinction,"
you said, "and you're too slow, always
caught in the invisible ink printed on my eyelids."
i borrowed your silence,
i think it is time to get this out of my systemif you knew enough you'd swallow your intentions before they got rotten,i think it is time to get this out of my system in Free Verse More Like This
thoughts should never outlive their time, and no
peace can be found in dwelling on
but perhaps you long for war, for the deconstruction of my reality.
you used to say you pitied me
with disgusted whispers, we hid behind the bushes
so they wouldn't see
the company you keep.
you said i had everything you wanted. at first it was subtle,
a glance with starstruck eyes that turned away too quickly,
the words came much later but i already knew.
(i always wondered how you
could be so
jealous of someone as shameful as me.)
but let's not get ahead of ourselves, i am untrustworthy
and ugly and so many
things i'd rather not look at under a microscope
but i always do it anyway,
to maybe find a piece of me you didn't shape.
it is my fault,
that we never stayed the way we were that year
when i never disappointed you.
it is my fault and i almost feel pr
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.Daddy Doesn't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In his past.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
Till Death Do Us PartThe poison resting beneath my lungsTill Death Do Us Part in Free Verse More Like This
As fire in the rain
The lies painting my tongue
The crimson blood stains
A scream drenching the skies
A shining blade of diamond rings
Sinking into your cries
A nightmare of the prettiest things
A demon with wings
Resting in my heart
So tell me again,
Again and again...
"Till death do us part."
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
In my head...In my head,In my head... in Free Verse More Like This
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well... in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Can't Turn BackAlone in an empty roomCan't Turn Back in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Though I'm never quite alone.
The shadows cover the walls,
The monsters growl in the closet.
The king of beasts knocks at my door.
I don't let him in; he already has the key.
He whispers sweet nothings to me,
While he places the knife to my back
Save me, Save me,
Don't betray me.
The darkness is calling,
I can't turn back.
Slay me, Slay me,
Don't embrace me.
The darkness is calling,
I can't turn back.
The prince is helpless, down-trodden,
The knight has lost his sword.
The damsel has tea with the dragon,
Giving up all hope of rescue.
Truth and lies mix, interchangeable.
Beliefs twist and turn to doubt.
Confusion is the darkest potion,
Sipped from a pearl white glass
Save me, Save me,
Don't betray me.
The darkness is calling,
I can't turn back.
Slay me, Slay me,
Don't embrace me.
The darkness is calling,
I can't turn back.
I wander through the forest,
My map a blatant forgery.
Looking for him, looking for you.
The shadows guid
Secrets - A Dark Flame Story Some say Gale City is the worst place to live in the whole United States. I've been living here since I was two years old. Considering I'm ten now, I guess that's not a long time, but eight years is usually long enough to get to know a place. Before I was placed in Gale—and I can really remember that far back—I used to live in Chicago. My mom and stepdad and four sisters lived in a two bedroom apartment in the projects. It was clean and we had food to eat. The problem was that dad always needed money to pay for the "junk." Back then, I never understood why anyone would want to buy garbage. I now know that junk doesn't mean trash, but it is garbage, and people pay through the nose for it.Secrets - A Dark Flame Story in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe you're wondering how a kid can know so much. Well, in Gale you learn to know or you end up doing something bad—and ten years old is too young to die. I've always picked up things fast, and I don't even watch t.v. that much. Bobby Brali and me
Your OC's Story in a 6-Word Story - ProjectThis is a project that is open to anyone who has an OC (Original Character) or FC (Fan Character). It was inspired by a personal challenge where I pushed myself to tell my OC's story using a 6-word story. I realized it would be a great exercise for authors, as well as a fun way to introduce your character to the great dA audience--and a fun and easy way for others to discover your character.Your OC's Story in a 6-Word Story - Project in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The project is very simple. Create a 6-word story for your OC. It doesn't necessarily have to focus on their origin, it could be their motivation for everything they do in their life. It could describe the one life-event that made them who they are. It could just give the essence of your character. But the reader should learn something from the story and know your OC better because of it.
Also, you may give a little more detail in the artist's notes and links to the characters, if you like. This is not a contest and you won't be
Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1The light above the vanity flickered, throwing the room into a series of shadows. Babs Stone tapped the plastic casing with her finger, hoping to jiggle the bulb back into place. The room fell into complete darkness. After a moment, the light snapped back on, shining bright and steady. The prostitute leaned back towards the mirror.Lost and Found Scene 1 - Relativity Episode 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pulling up her chin, Babs checked her throat carefully. While she didn’t have a policy against rough stuff, she didn’t like when her clients left marks. It made it difficult when picking up another john, not to mention she simply didn’t like bruising on her neck. Satisfied, she tousled her long platinum blonde hair so it framed her face, then twisted open a cylinder of Fire Engine Red and smeared it across her lips. She could hear shuffling and smiled at the thought of the man on the other side of the door.
While she had several regulars, Babs liked Denny the best. He was always clean and smelled nice. More than that, he always called
17 Years and Forever - Part IThe dream. It came again. It always came, over and over, yet there seemed to be no waking from it.17 Years and Forever - Part I in Short Stories More Like This
"You rotten child. How dare you? You are spoiled and you rightly need a long time out or a good spanking," Sara had screamed.
There was yelling, cursing, the boy's words were harsh and stern. "Witch. You are nothing more than a witch. I no longer wish to see you. Curse her, old man, curse her!"
A bright light. The cloud coming, swallowing her. She couldn't breathe.
"No," the girl's voice calling.
Darkness coming, the world fading away.
"You did it, you did it," the boy screaming in delight. "Accursed sleep."
"The armies are approaching the castle, Princess. We must go."
The girl's voice familiar. "We must take her with us. I shall not have her fall to their hands."
"But the dangers. She is cursed, she is doomed."
"I will not have her taken by assassins who will sacrifice her in my father's name. Bring her now, I command it!"
The words faded into silence.
A woman's voic
Black Torrent's StoryBecause failure was not an option.Black Torrent's Story in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To Protect the Protector*** Author's Note. This story is separate and apart from my other entry for the Unlikely Friends contest. This does not follow the chronology of the other story. It is in fact a story that branches in a different direction. This story assumes Sara gets home originally from Loreithia, the other story assumes she never made it back. ***To Protect the Protector in Short Stories More Like This
Empress Luciana stared out the window, warm streams of sunlight dancing on her cheeks. She intently watched the bustle of activity down below, a smile gracing her delicate pink lips.
It was two days until the high holiday and all of Loreithia was busy preparing for the celebrations. Children ran through the fields, gathering flowers for large bouquets. Bakers were preparing an array of succulent confections: cakes, cookies, muffins, and more. The butchers had already slaughtered their finest stock and were preparing the slow roasted beasts and bubbling stews.
Waiting for YouI stare out the window, waiting for you.Waiting for You in Free Verse More Like This
I think of your eyes, which sparkle when they see me.
I think of your ears, which listen to all my silly tales.
I think of your mouth, that smiles when I'm happy.
I think of your brow, that furrows when I'm hurt.
I think of your voice, which always tries to say the right thing.
I think of your arms, that hold me when I'm sad.
I think of your hands, that help me when I need it.
I think of your shoulders, where I can rest my head when tired.
I think of your legs, which would walk a mile for me.
I think of your toes, which brush against mine at night.
I think of your heart, which is filled with love.
As I stare out the window, I think of you...and realize I'd wait an eternity for you.
Life Lesson RxTake one bitter pill.Life Lesson Rx in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Do not repeat.
Night Rideby: Airial Diana MarkNight Ride in Short Stories More Like This
The dark of the blacktop ahead, narrowing, widening, straightening and turning. It's continuity marred only by the white and green signs that marked the towns and miles. Splattered down the middle, a yellow line, resembling a monstrous ribbon, stretching along, occasionally sectioning off into smaller strips. The road, the lines, the blackness of the night melted together, hypnotizing.
It was three a.m. when the beat up DeSoto reached the exit ramp. The name of the town was unpronouncable on only a few hours rest, but the universal sign promised food and a bathroom. Sarah determined she'd been on the road for about seven hours and figured she'd travel another seven before attempting to rest. There were dangers to driving while tired, especially considering she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. But it had been a close call, too close, and she wanted to get as much distance between her and Montana that she could.