Under Pressure- Chapter EightUnder Pressure- Chapter Eight in Short Stories More Like This
"Ooh! Pancakes!" John smiled, taking the plate from George and starting to eat the one on the top.
George was still staring at Paul in disbelief, asking, "How could you do something like that?"
Paul felt tears coming to his eyes as he murmured, "I didn't mean to."
"How do you not mean to kill someone?" George whispered, entering the room a little farther and shutting his door quickly, "Paul, don't you realize that you're in huge trouble? Police are searching for you right now."
"They don't know it's me," Paul said quietly, "and you'd better not tell."
"Paul!" George exclaimed, looking distraught, "How can I not?! You killed someone! I'd get in trouble if I didn't!"
John put the plate of pancakes down and lunged towards George, tackling him to the ground and yelling in his face, "If you fucking tell anyone, you're dead!"
George looked completely scared out of his wits, but shoved John off him, "Alright! Fine! I won't tell, just don't mention me if ye get caught, alrig
He's A Woman- Chapter ElevenHe's A Woman- Chapter Eleven in Short Stories More Like This
"Morning Cyn," I walked into the living room and handed her a mug of coffee.
"Morning," she murmured quietly, taking the coffee and nodding a thanks.
It had been a whole two nights that Cynthia and Julian had been staying with me and she was super depressed. She couldn't sleep and I'd come down last night to find her sitting on the couch and eating her misery away. I was wondering what was making her so upset. I mean, I rescued her from being hurt even more by her husband and everything was going to be okay again for her, but she was still in misery.
"What's wrong Cyn?" I asked, wanting to know desperately.
"It's John," she murmured.
"Well obviously," I replied, "What about 'im?"
What she said next made me confused:
"I miss him a lot," she whispered under her breath as tears rolled down her face.
"Why would you miss him after what he did to you?" I asked her in somewhat amazement.
"I love him Paul," she stared me straight in the eyes, "Call me crazy, but I do. I'll alway
He's A Woman- Chapter FourHe's A Woman- Chapter Four in Short Stories More Like This
I walked out of the bathroom to see a note lying on the ground in front of the door. I picked it up immediately recognizing the curvy handwriting as John's. I was about to crumple it up, throw it away, and forget about it. However, I was curious. I wanted to see what he had to say. I opened the note and read:
I'm so sorry. I really feel horrible for what I did and I don't know why I did anything like that. If I could take it back, I definitely would. Again, I'm really sorry and I hope you can forgive me. I understand if you don't, I was a total dick to you. You mean a lot to me and that's why I got you the chocolates. I didn't know what to buy you to show you how I felt. I guess I'm not good at expressing my feelings through words or gifts. I really wish that I could tell ye how I feel, but I don't really know how to explain it. I'm sorry again. Please forgive me. I'll do anything.
I took a deep breath and turned the note over, grabbing a pen from my bedsi
He's A Woman- Chapter SeventeenHe's A Woman- Chapter Seventeen in Short Stories More Like This
George's Point of View
John smiled at me as Paul walked out of the studio with Ringo to go get some lunch. We had wanted to come with, but they said they were going to a Chinese restaurant. John and I don't like Chinese much, so we chose to stay behind.
"Isn't he adorable?" John sighs as he sat back in his chair.
"Sure John," I chuckled, "Wow. You are totally head over heels for him."
"I know," John grinned, "So what do you wanna do while they're gonna?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted," I yawned, trudging over to the small couch we had in the studio and lying down.
As soon as I closed my eyes I felt someone breathing in my ear. I groaned and turned over, grumbling, "Leave me alone John."
John chuckled and began to push the couch back and forth so that it was wobbling. I pretended to ignore him, even though he was annoying the hell outta me. Suddenly, the couch stopped moving and I heard the loud wail of John's electric guitar right in my ear. I jumped a bi
He's A Woman- Chapter SixteenHe's A Woman- Chapter Sixteen in Short Stories More Like This
I was worried about Ringo. The poor lad had looked so distressed when I'd seen him. I fidgeted again in John's lap and saw him stare at my worried face. He gently kissed my temple, rubbing circles in my back.
"What's the matter love?" he asked, gently stroking my hair.
"It's Ringo," I murmured, "He looked so distraught when he drove off. Do you think we should go check on him?"
John immediately shook his head, "No, he'll be fine."
"B-But he looked so-"
John interrupted me with a short kiss on my lips, "He'll be fine love. Don't worry about it."
"But John," I pouted, "He's our friend. We have to help him and make sure he's alright. I care about him."
John shoved me off his lap and stormed upstairs, yelling, "Fine! If you wanna see him so bad then go ahead!"
I rushed after him, "John, I'm sorry! He's sick! I'd do the same thing for George or Cynthia!"
John slammed the bedroom door in my face as I muttered, "Seriously?!"
He shouted through the door, "Shove it McCartney I d
He's A Woman- Chapter SevenHe's A Woman- Chapter Seven in Short Stories More Like This
"Th-Thanks fer dropping me off Paulie," John smiled at me nervously.
We hadn't really talked much during the car ride, but John continually glanced at me throughout. John opened his car door, but I grabbed his arm; setting my plan into action. This was gonna be fun.
John looked back at me as I asked, "Can I come in with you?"
"Cynthia isn't home Paul," John replied, staring at my hand on his arm, "So ye can't ask her anything 'bout being a girl."
"I don't want Cynthia," I murmured coolly, bringing myself forward to whisper in his ear, "I want you Johnny."
I felt him shiver and nod, "O-Okay."
I smiled as he climbed out, his hands obviously shaking. I climbed out as well, following him into Cynthia's mother's house (her mother was on vacation) and closing the door. I could hear John gulp nervously as I locked the door. I turned around and asked, "How are ye John?"
"I-I'm good," John stuttered, staring at me as I took off my jacket, "Ye planning on staying then?"
He's A Woman- Chapter TenHe's A Woman- Chapter Ten in Short Stories More Like This
"John?" I whispered.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Who's your favorite musician in the whole world?" I asked, staring up at the stars.
"You," he murmured, making my face turn red.
I quickly changed the subject, murmuring, "So you were alone at home then? That's why you wanted to come over?"
"Nah," John said, "Just needed to get away from Cyn."
My stomach dropped as John sat up, balancing on his elbow to face me, saying, "I needed to see you."
I sat up, but didn't look at him, afraid that he'd kiss me. I felt his hand caressing my face, turning my head to face him. I avoided his eyes, until I felt his lips on mine. I pulled away abruptly, making him stare at me worriedly.
"What's up?" he asked, "Why'd ye do that?"
"I-umm " I murmured, standing up.
I felt guilty. I had told Cynthia that I wouldn't interfere with John and that he loved her, not me. John stood up as well. He slipped his hand into mine, moving closer to me and breathing deeply onto my lips.
"Don't you like my kisses?
Under Pressure- Chapter ThreeUnder Pressure- Chapter Three in Short Stories More Like This
John walked past Strawberry Fields and heard some noises from the alleyway around the corner. He heard a yelp of pain. He knew it had come from Paul's mouth. John rushed around the corner and into the alleyway to see something he never thought he would see. Paul stood there, jabbing a switchblade into a teddy boy's chest. The boy fell to the ground, his breathing immediately ceasing. John stared at Paul, who hadn't noticed John standing there. Paul's mouth was wide open, gaping at the boy he'd just stabbed. John looked closer at the dead teddy boy and gasped as he realized who it was. Paul turned around and stared at John with wide eyes. John was furious for a moment, pushing past Paul to get a closer look at the body. John shook his head. He was right. It was Jack.
"What did you do?!" John shouted.
Paul looked scared out of his wits: scared of what John would do, scared of what would happen to him, and scared that what had just happened was real.
"H-He pulled out a switc
Under Pressure- Chapter TwoUnder Pressure- Chapter Two in Short Stories More Like This
"John! What on earth ?" Mimi asked in confusion as she came around the corner and saw Paul being carried in by her nephew.
"He got beat up," John said, "Thought it'd be a good idea to bring him in."
"Well, here, set him down on the couch," Mimi instructed.
John set Paul down on the couch and Paul moaned in pain.
"Go get me some ice, a wet towel, bandages, and tissues," she told John.
John rushed off and left Mimi to take care of the boy he'd beaten up.
"What's your name?" Mimi asked.
"Paul," the boy mumbled, "Paul McCartney."
"Who did this to you?" she inquired.
Paul thought about telling on John, but then thought against it.
"I dunno," Paul lied, "A gang of boys in leather."
"Were they John's friends?" Mimi asked.
Paul shrugged his shoulders, which hurt him very badly. Mimi inquired, "How'd John find you?"
"He came and shoved 'em off," Paul fibbed.
John came back into the room with the supplies Mimi had asked him to get. He handed everything to her, which she too
He's A Woman- PrologueHe's A Woman- Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
I yawned and sat up. The first thing I heard was the snoring of Ringo Starr in the bed on the other side of the room. Oh joy, I thought as I stretched out my tired limbs and yawned again. I swung my legs around the other side of the bed and slowly lifted myself up. Something was wrong. I immediately felt that. What the hell? I thought as I stared down at my chest. It was a bit bigger, so to speak. I shook my head and was surprised that my usual light and short hair was much heavier, much longer. I slowly walked over to the bathroom, turning the knob and walking over to the mirror. I stared at myself, my mouth dropping open. At first, I didn't know what to say, so I just screamed. I screamed at my reflection in the mirror because it wasn't, it couldn't be mine.
Ringo stumbled through the door, muttering a sleepy, "Wha' 'appened?"
I turned to him, asking, "Do I look different to you?"
Ringo sighed and rubbed his eyes; then turned to look at me. He looked me up and down, sta
youYou've become the dawn unfurledyou in Free Verse More Like This
in vengeful loves and false hearts;
A wicked flower.
You kiss with fire
and sing breaths of plumed ash.
You are what weeps free from nothing.
The birth and death of all things made manifest.
The footprint and rippled waters
of daughters left in want of saints.
You are the bullet and blade;
the momentum of decided things,
the shutter and echo between wind.
You are with wrath the ghost of broken reeds;
a moment intended to have been elsewhere,
an answered prayer at once regretted.
You are holy and wholly at want for it
a rare and poisonous dream
once the cause and cure of hysteria.
The plague by any other name
As a cause of great absence.As a cause of great absence. in Surrealism More Like This
At times I imagine you know me
and am plagued by it,
suffering for flooding in artifice
or thorns afore culling portent and blackened poisonous
drunk gluttonous between camphor and shadows the moon pretends you don't notice your not being here
from soot drew molasses
as though streams alone had sweat free half the hillside.
Away fromAt some point you'll break free,Away from in Free Verse More Like This
leap arms bound toward broken glass and streaking sunlight.
At some point you'll tell yourself how anything mattered;
anything Could have.
believes in angels,
believes in stories.
I'd heard God loves love,
and hates us through it.
below the pineWith arched backs and stilts delirious,below the pine in Free Verse More Like This
all manner of creature fitted to make room enough for broken things;
a forest of longing,
tiny enough to ignore.
Streamingthe child dreams he is a childStreaming in Other More Like This
and is woken to find nothing
the man dreams he is a man
and is woken to find
he is a child
the fruit gathering fly
left alone in honesty
to wallow about absence
to collect among corners
you dream still linger
and chase wildly from windmill
to chasm to prayer of prayer of
hands once much more than withering in place
once more of much or many
once truthful for having no other line drawn
once where yesterday had grown wings
and buzzes about your mind gathering momentum
of notions best left wandering somewhere else,
best left where regret had been laid comfortably
across the backs of stone chairs
at some point clinging as lint
upon a passing ghost you dont notice
seep gluttonous and starving
through gray brick and paint
bleached too simple to hide plainly seen
or mercuryIf I were God,or mercury in Free Verse More Like This
I'd light incurable fires.
I'd light everyone
like turning left.
I've where wasn'tI've been a simple drunk, a holy man, and wholly inadequately appropriated.I've where wasn't in Free Verse More Like This
I've been a symptom and bore simple holes in salt.
I've been the fists of too much wandering.
I've been the hope of too little faith.
I've grown accustomed and come through tar pits cleanly.
I've felt the pistol looking and loomed far from empty palms.
I've come too soon to come again and felt time travel might be a reasonable excuse for many of my mistakes.
I've from the loose grave held gravel as some moonstone hued from distant apocalyptic babbling.
I've a forceful and adulterous heir to breathing.
I've a tadpole with dragonfly wings, miraculous and reverent to rippling.
I've a length in wire unmeasurable, coiling endless fruit or organs of affection.
I've half a glass assuming something quietly more.
I've wasted this and buried directions back.
PorcelainI always break youPorcelain in Other More Like This
or a reason
Shaping stoneAt best Ill disappoint you;Shaping stone in Other More Like This
Ill from most heights
Ill promise though
To love you more than breathe.
To breath but for your name
as at best four letters might pretend.
As coiling now might somehow fracture
what in besting itself might belittle
or believe in,
I cant but might
alcoholism and angels.
Haiku BreakfastI dream in Haiku.Haiku Breakfast in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But when the monsters come
I am awakened.
Peanut Butter is
Best when licked off the fingers
(Elbows, knees and toes.)
I pledge allegiance
But my flag is often used
To conceal the truth.
I wrote a poem
But it stuck to the pages
Like a lollypop.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Don'tDon't in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kiss me on the cheek,
on the throat
if you love me.
Dont if you dont.
Touch me on the mouth,
at the ear
if you love me.
Dont if you dont.
Whisper moist to me
of your wonderings
Bathe me in the world
of your fantasies
Turn me in your sight
as the leaf
spins toward clutter.
Scatter me around
as a mourner
as the ocean laps
the friction of shoreline.
like the hummingbird
must suckle from the bloom.
Taunt me with your presence
when its there
and when it isnt.
in the quiet
of a lemon scented room.
Do all these things
if you love me.
if you dont.
© 2008 Mark Pearce
HowHow can you enjoy birds singingHow in Open More Like This
from an airline terminal?
How does plenty
rob us of pleasure?
How can we taste truth
without spitting out sweet-lucre fabrications?
How is it that supple willow
attends to our pains?
How do words
How can we experience joy
without knowing its contrast?
How can the moon
hold its place?
How can we write music
without allowing for the silence?
How is it that youre reading this work and not
rolling your eyes and quitting
There was a dayThere was a day in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a day
When the sun didnt sing
And the Earth didnt turn
And the stars didnt blink
And the moon didnt wax
And seas didnt wane
And the frogs didnt jump
And the bees cause pain
And the trees didnt wave
And the grasses didnt flutter
And the churned up milk
Turn to farm fresh butter
And the turtles didnt poke
And the snakes didnt slither
And the chickens didnt cluck
And the bobcats nither
And the horses didnt clomp
And the dogs didnt bark
And the flowers didnt grow
Around the park
And the whales didnt spout
And the monkeys didnt play
The arachnids didnt
Creep all day.
But today we have bout
All these things
The Earth does turn
The sunshine sings
The moon and stars
Dance through the night
I love this world.
Its just all right.
There was a day
Mark Pearce (c) 2009
Not Knowing ToNot Knowing To in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw it when you moved toward
my side of the room.
It was crowded as you
swam amongst the chatter.
You didnt say much.
Nor did I
Nor did you.
Oh excuse me. My mistake.
There was something there
besides the jostle of the crowd
and the jokes and the boasts
and the raucous.
But I just couldnt believe
that there could ever, ever be
a moment you
a moment me
and us together.
Not Knowing To
© 2008 Mark Pearce
I'm a WreckI'm a Wreck in Philosophical More Like This
Im a wreck.
My car only serves
to reinforce that conclusion.
Im a Wreck
©2008 Mark Pearce
Sing-Along-With-MeJohn Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt Sing-Along-With-Me in Free Verse More Like This
Thats not my name.
I suppose that ruins everything.
Mark Pearce (c) 2009
Haiku BrunchThe human race won,Haiku Brunch in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but we learn that fast, fast, fast
is not fast enough.
The heat of youth fades.
The wizened heart delivers
warmth from banked embers.
Its a dirty day
the day that the heart grows cold
and the flowers rot.
To complete this thought
another five syllables
Your words have touched me.
Your smile has warmed me inside.
It must be summer.
© 2008 Mark Pearce
I picked up a rockI picked up a rock.I picked up a rock in Open More Like This
It wasn't just any rock.
It was a magic rock.
And it was magic because
It inspired this verse.
It had been sitting there still
For a millennia,
Flat side down,
Waiting for something special
It could have been a
Meteor impact or a jostling
From quivers of a nearby fault line
But it was, instead, just me
Picking it up.
Barring the daily rotation of the Earth,
Its annual spin around the Sun,
And the expanding race of the galaxy
It was the most movement
Enjoyed by the rock in quite some time.
But even more astounding,
My rock is now two.
Its second reality
Encountered on this page
Through the glow of an overhead desk lamp.
And that's why I carry the rock
Around with me
In my front pants pocket.
Because it's not just a rock.
It's a magic rock.
I picked up a rock
© 2010 Mark Pearce
High School Dress Code...Girls may not wear pants to classHigh School Dress Code... in Free Verse More Like This
unless the temperature is below
32 degrees Fahrenheit
as of 7:00 am that day.
And then, a miracle.
Through executive decree,
girls could wear pants
even if it was thirty-three degrees
or thirty-four degrees, or higher
as of 7:00 am that day.
It was a heady time.
shaking the foundation of
And contrary to dire prognostications
the sky did not fall.
The world did not go to hell.
At least immediately.
High School Dress Code circa 1972
© 2009 Mark Pearce
Portland 1965 - Ch 2Portland 1965 - Ch 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"Paul Paul are you alright?"
Paul McCartney squinted, his ginormous gorgeous eyes opening slowly, and peered to what seemed like a light; a very bright one, in fact.
He grumbled. He stretched his neck and yawned, but didn't try to get up. He had been asleep. What time was it? How did he fall asleep?
He racked his brains for the slightest hint of memory on what had happened before. It was something horrible. Something he doesn't want to remember
"Paul? Hey bud you awake now? You fainted right on the floor we thought you were going to fall out too " The speaker's voice trailed off. It sounded familiar. What was he talking about? Falling off too?
"Hey, you're alright, love." Ringo was sitting by Paul's head, and Paul was on some sort of bed. He wasn't sure. The blue-eyed Beatle stroked his dark hair sympathetically.
" Ringo where are we? Can you turn off that light it's burning right through me eye sockets."
Ringo in return smiled weakly and r
Portland 1965 - Ch 5Portland 1965 - Ch 5 in Short Stories More Like This
It was now Day 2 after the tragic accident witnessed on that darned plane. From this point onwards, Paul knew it was only going to get worse.
The news reports had done even less than unflatter him; they'd wiped out all edge of hope, all existence of a possible escape or renewal. It was going to be hard work from here on in and he and Ringo knew that, being the Beatles.
The others didn't completely understand the loss. Neil Aspinal and Mal Evans along with Brian Epstein and George Martin never had the connection the four Beatles had, because they were always split apart from them. The Beatles were in it together, whether they liked it or not, they were seen as one.
And now only half.
Paul strummed his guitar half-heartedly. He knew the lyrics so well now, and the chords didn't touch his heart, but yanked on it and dug its nails into it.
This was the song that made hearts bleed.
He choked as he sang and strummed the wrong chord, his finger slipping from the correct fret.
Portland 1965 - Ch 10 (Part 1/2)Portland 1965 - Ch 10 (Part 1/2) in Short Stories More Like This
They couldn't help but notice they didn't want to, but it couldn't be helped. The world already rested entirely on their shoulders, so why should they take up this other burden?!
But there it was, plain as the day.
McCartney, being the one to face the cockpit, was the first to notice. He'd reluctantly given his friend a small kick before informing him of his thoughts. But, always being the one to reassure, Ringo had shrugged it off and told him that it wasn't worth worrying about and why did it matter anyway? His point was understandable, but the matter didn't feel anymore settled.
And then Mal and Neil handed them sandwiches
"Hey, what ya'll doing eating on a rescue mission?!" Norm turned in his seat abnormally.
Neil looked puzzled at the seriousness of the question. "Well, we gotta have something to eat don't we?"
"We're hungry." Paul murmured under his breath, his expression forming a blatant scowl.
To their horror, or rather, their amusement, Norm suddenly unclicked hi
Portland 1965 - Ch 10 (Part 2/2)Portland 1965 - Ch 10 (Part 2/2) in Short Stories More Like This
George woke up, his back aching horribly. He looked down and remembered his situation, and shook his friend gently.
"John?" He shook him again.
He pulled at John's shoulders to sit him up straight and examined his hands. The blood had soaked through the cloth and had leaked onto his hands; his skin had been plastered in a dry layer of blood, cracking strangely as he flexed his fingers. He respired heavily at the sight of John's pale face, but decided there was no need for any more emotion.
With an overwhelming silence, on probably one of the worst afternoons of his life, George stood and lifted his friend to stand, wrapping his arm around his waist as he walked the limp body down the forest. The blood that remained among the trees of John's bloody track was in itself a horrifying sight. As he struggled out of the forest and into the beautiful sunny light, he felt there was nothing left of him to do.
George laid John as gently as he could in a shady spac
Portland 1965 - Ch 8Portland 1965 - Ch 8 in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you think they'd be alright?"
The car jolted as its tyres sunk briefly into another pothole.
Curse these American roads.
"Whaddya say Rings'?"
"Well, y'know do you think they'd manage alright, all by themselves?"
Ringo Starr looked into Paul's eyes with an immense intensity of longing. They were all very close friends, they had gotten through so much together, and the turn of events had thrown him off so suddenly that he couldn't help but think this wasn't couldn't be meant to be.
"You're talking as if they're still alive, Ringo." McCartney's voice was hushed and small. He looked down to his knees solemnly, his long pretty eyelashes bowing in obedience.
"Well of course they're alive, Paul." His voice was urgent. "We're going to bloody well find them, and they're going to be bloody well alive and fine." A sense of betrayal overcame Ringo's expression and he looked away from Macca almost in disgust.
They sat side by side in the back of a dark 1960s car as Ma
Portland 1965 - Ch 4Portland 1965 - Ch 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Paul sat down next to Neil Aspinall and took a pair of cards waiting on the table.
"What game is it lads?" McCartney choked with the emotion still hiding underneath him.
"Blackjack." Aspinall nodded and passed Ringo a pair of cards. "Come to play too Rings'?"
"Sure." Starr's voice was tight.
"Okay," Mal cleared his throat, "You all know how to play?"
They did. The game was light-headed. No one really got into it, but it's not like they didn't try. In fact, it was one of the friendliest games they, as competitive men, had ever taken part in.
The food was served by the blond American woman who had met the remaining Beatles at the door. The others with Ringo ate every crumb, but Paul didn't even glance near it, his plate completely untouched.
Ringo looked at Mal and then to Neil who both eyed him back, concerned.
The bassist took a ciggy from his mouth and glanced over to his friend, his eyes half-closed.
"Are you gonna eat that?" Ringo nodded towards Paul's full plate.
Portland 1965 - Ch 9Portland 1965 - Ch 9 in Short Stories More Like This
Something shook him with a fair sense of urgency. His eyes blurred as they crept open to a deep and depressing gloom. A tall and fidgety figure stood at the end of his bed, telling him to get up and get dressed.
Ringo moaned. "No " he rolled over and the beautiful comfort of the pillow swallowed him up.
"Ringo. Oi, Rich, wake up. Wake up!"
Another jolt of movement at his lower leg.
Ringo was angry now. He hated early mornings; loathed it with a passion. And the sun wasn't even shining.
How early was it!?
The blankets were thrown off his body, and he curled up into a ball stubbornly.
"I don't want to "
"Oh, God look at the time." Through clenched teeth now: "Get. Up!"
Ringo lay there for a while, and then twisted around to sit up on the bed, facing Paul. His hair was ruffled in all sorts of directions and he still couldn't see clearly. Happiness wasn't the best word to describe his current facial expression.
Something was flung at his head.
Portland 1965 - Ch 6Portland 1965 - Ch 6 in Short Stories More Like This
George Harrison had to drag his friend across the sand towards the nearest palm tree, leaving a long and odd dent in the sand. And it must be said he did it with complete amusement.
"Okay, you can let go of me now!" John Lennon waved his arms around to get rid of the guitarist's grip.
"No, no you need to get properly in the shade " George smirked.
"No! Harrison I'm not a baby!" he tried to slap at George's arms.
He giggled. "Well, you sure look like one from this angle, John." He finally let go of the squirming man, leaving him in a mood that created a pout.
George's face twisted into something cheeky and teased, "Would little Johnnie boy like his legs back?"
John turned and sneered. "No, I'm waiting for my massage, dear George." He stretched his back so it clicked in difference places. "All this swimming has me gotten a bit sore."
"Don't get demanding now." Liverpool couldn't be more present in his voice. "I think we need to get our priorities straight first."
Before he could say
Portland 1965 - Ch7Portland 1965 - Ch7 in Short Stories More Like This
John opened his eyes. He was in a room; a warm, comfortable room. Bed sheets hugged his torso, and a roof protected his head.
"What." John nearly whispered the word. "What?!"
He sat up abruptly in his newly discovered bed and looked around. It was an apartment. No doubt the one he was supposed to be staying in before hell happened.
A sudden noise to his right made him jolt and he spun towards what looked like another bed. It was next to his, on the other side of a bedside cabinet. He stared at the organism inside the covers, watching carefully as their bed sheets rose up and down slowly calmly. Lennon studied the back of their head; the mop-top style defined its Beatle authenticity. But the colour, the shape of the head; he hadn't seen the shape of that head in a long time.
No, it can't be.
Almost startled by this new thought, he flung his bed sheets open, leapt up and almost sprinted the two steps he needed to reach the sleeping Beatle. His heart thumped loudly and his h
Portland 1965 - Ch 1Portland 1965 - Ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He didn't like planes. Neither did the Beatle next to him. What was his name? Oh yeah, the bloody kid who tried to make a guitar, and snapped it. George. He was a good player, George, a good guitarist, they needed him in the band, but he didn't really need to be over appreciated. Besides, he was the leader of this band and look where he's taken them!
Could he really be that bothered to turn to face him? Really?
"Lennon " his voice became a bit more stern.
John turned towards George Harrison; the boy with the dark hair that swooned over his ears and in a perfect turnip shaped cut, the deep set concentrating eyes under his common frown and red pursed lips. If John were ever to turn queer he would quite fancy those lips or unless he was a bird; either way. But this time George's eyes were concentrating just a little bit more intensely, his frown a little bit more burrowed and his lips just a tad bit more pursed.
John Lennon replied with a disinterested tone,
of telling tales and pathslittle rabbit,of telling tales and paths in Free Verse More Like This
where have you been?
pawing through some
sharpening your fangs
must you wrap
your bouncing head
your flat eyes
cradles the most
each new habit
it's more of a divine dramedygodit's more of a divine dramedy in Free Verse More Like This
his work until
is all of a man
that can be
(with a cane)
not a one un-
chiseled by the
of the ocean
all are gone
toward the sunlight
now surrounding them
in this case it's
like a truck-
but secrets are
what we're best
we've all opened up to air
earth wormshe has builtearth worms in Free Verse More Like This
but he has
failed to fill
our hearts and
the dark which
devours every part
name of the
seeing PerseidsI want youseeing Perseids in Free Verse More Like This
in the dark
I want you
on the hard ground
in the middle
of the lake
my hips' width
I want you
in so many appropriate
I want us
lost (in) ourselves
a letterdearest dear,a letter in General Non-Fiction More Like This
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered and tickled your chin.
I hope this letter finds you well:
la la la-la love
because I know you're...you mouthbecause I know you're... in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm ready
your own tongue
sex & selfishness
substance(s) & circumstance
excelling at art
excrement & experimentation
I know how
your heart breaks
over the sounds
those empty words make
and everything reminds you
of everything you're not
drowning in booze
and forever in love
I get it
give me something real
golden ingredientsminneapolis hadgolden ingredients in Free Verse More Like This
eyes so blue
I couldn't sleep
wanted to wander
lose myself in her
but memory's unmade
dreams depart with
I ate up pavement
like a twin city
and though I left
before you loved me
I couldn't ask
for a better way
to fill my hours
miracle growI spent the darker daysmiracle grow in Free Verse More Like This
of my youth
and I regretted
how the land
for the weight
but the heart
by the sensory
we may dream
are a conscious
The Self Murder of HopeThe excitement of a new anxiousnessThe Self Murder of Hope in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The twisting feeling of happiness
And heart racing
Little whispered words
And small moments to cherish
Things that mean nothing
And things that mean the world
A smile granted just from a simple salutation
Tripping over my own two feet
Looking down, scared
Hoping the landing is just as good as the fall
Slowly tearing apart these feelings
Pertaining to make me give in
Holding on with the last bits of strength
My mind can hold
Tiny whimpers, asking for space
Just let me live
I take a hammer to the butterflies
Chasing them away
Smashing their beautiful wings, and their hopes that are held within
These are not my hands
Composed of remnants others have left of the green eyed monster
In my hands it forces a chase
The butterflies flee in fear
And the tears fall, watching the hands that are not my destroy their innocence
One year, passed, the butterflies took to recover
Now on their return
The force of others minds, th
Hold Me Before You LeaveMy hands reachesHold Me Before You Leave in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
finding its way
coming closer to you
and you look away
i reach farther
your almost in my grip
then you pull away
and i slip
you turn around
to see my tears
and within lies
my hopes and fears
i want your touch
to burn my hand
i want to be lost
in your dreamland
i cry out
hoping you will stay
but my only response is
"youll be ok"
my fingertips brush
to edge of your palm
and i find for a moment
that makes me calm
you walk away
leaving me there
to stand on my own
i know that you do care
but you do not know
how to hold me right
you do not not
how to hold my hand tight
you are what i want
you are what i need
but you tell me that
we can never be
Dark City Nightas i see your eyes closingDark City Night in General Non-Fiction More Like This
your hand twists the button
my ear ringing with words
i wish not to of heard
if you didnt want me
just say it out loud
but dont make the song
sing these to me
for all i can see through the tears
is what i shouldnt have done
what i shoud have said
and i said i wouldnt cry for you
as we sat there
i turn my head to look away
you see me, i can feel you shifting beside me
and the words stick
to my ears
they replay in my head
loud and clear
the song continues
but i dont hear it
i just hear those words
like a broken record
and i look into the light of the night sky
and i see
did i ever mean anything to you
because you meant so much to me
and the city lights flash
i see my reflection
my promise broken
as the one tear falls
slowly dripping down my cheek
i shall not cry i say in my head
holding the cycling words away
but yet they still play
and all i want to do
and run away
from that moment.
Unableeach day i look in your eyesUnable in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and not to my surprise
your expression is unchanged
each day i see
you still dont love me
the way i thought
each day i see
i cannot cry freely
for i know you see me
for everything i do
i cant be alone
to feel what i wish
i hide what i can
but the feelings remain
yet each day i must look at you
and know you have loved others
but i will never have you
and for me
i must hide everyday
that i know
Lost and Brokenits easy toLost and Broken in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
forget who you are
in this time this place
on this little star
she sits alone
in a dark cold room
wishing for light
finding no truth
lies bend around her
and she is torn apart
they wrap around her
cutting her away from the door
her eyes open slowly, weakly
she watches as the door to the outside
and there she lays, barely out of reach
her last tear drop falls
and the dark consumes her
so close she was to finding the light within
she falls to the ground
CryEmotions rolling and i cant controlCry in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the sadness, the loss the anger overtaking
i cant help but not smile
i cant help but not look at the floor
becuse i dont want to be here
thought thats the last thing ill tell you
whats this feeling?
i cant figure out
the pain in my chest
that wont go when your around
i hold back the tears
i want to cry but i have no reason as to why
just that your there
your body is there
why do i keep wanting to run from you
and why cant i?
this place is not where i want to be
i need a plane ticket to New York
where i can start over
figure things out on my own;
call me when you find me
i dont want o hurt you
so i retain the truth
i dont want you to be gone for days again
and only return for her
one of these times
one of us isnt coming back
and im not sure how long i can wait
how long i can stay behind
how long i can hold back
before you find out anyway
Losti am cryingLost in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but the tears are invisible
i need the truth
but i am fed lies
i want to be close
but i cant open up to the people who
want me to
i dont disguise things
people are too stupid to see them
i am an open book
to the world
but i am written in a language unknown
i am the only person i have
to turn to
and i cant find out who she is
i am broken
with no way to be fixed
i have a deadly disease that isnt real
and theres no way to be healed
i am lost
and there is no way to find me
Forbiddenwhat we live withForbidden in Spoken Word More Like This
and thou shall not be seen
and for what is hidden
has much meaning
although soon lost
it still is reality
and for it need not be lost
hold above the light of day
for we must keep it tucked safely away
and in the darkest time
we shall return to it
in hopes of the safety
we shall know
the truth of be
of the consequences be heeard
but around them we try
and in search of the finality
we shall learn to hold back the tears that we need
and within the time we shall
find the answer to the qeustion we knew not to ask
and final to be that there is
to the dream
not afraid anymoreI look at your face, and the once black and white picturenot afraid anymore in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
suddenly gets colored with the richest palette a soul can see
I try to realise how beautiful you look
and how beautiful the world looks because of you
I listen to you calling my name, and the once sad melody
suddenly becomes the happiest harmony a spirit can hear
I try to understand how happy you sound
and how you replaced those wails with laughters
I feel your hand, and the once freezing flesh of mine
suddenly starts warming up by the flames of your essence
I try to comprehend how alive you feel
and how you were able to revive a once baren core
I'm afraid of this happiness I feel
I'm afraid of you
but how I miss you
how I long to hold you in my arms
how I long to play with your hair
while you're resting your head on my lap...
I love you...
I'm not afraid to say it anymore...
I love you...
I love you...
I love you...
I'm free at last...
and I love you...
it's time...When talks become superficialit's time... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And feelings turn artificial
When you think twice before you call
Then do, yet say nothing at all
When you feel empty all the time
And all your poems start to rime
When you miss someone who's not there
Or is around, yet does not care
When you try hard to make it last
Yet see yourself part of the past
When you fail the tricks in your sleeve
Then it is surely time to leave...
answerless questions...- If years made me lose all my teeth, would you still want to kiss me?answerless questions... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- When cats hide from the rain, do they know the fun they're missing?
- Do pencils get jealous from pens for leaving a trace that's harder to erase?
- Will angels fall if they chose by their own free will to abide by the will of God?
- Is Satan as ugly as they draw him, or did he spend his money on a complete make-over?
- If you were hungry and had only one piece of bread, would you give it to a kid dying of hunger?
- Do all beauty pageant contestants want world peace, or just a piece of that diamond crown?
- When you hear the sentence: "they lived happily, and grew old together, he became a senile diabetic old man and she died of breast cancer at the age of 76", would you still consider calling this story a fairytale?
- If I couldn't help myself anymore, and hugged you and not wanted to let go, would you believe that I really loved you one day?
- If rain was made of fire, would you cry on your cigarette whenever yo
tomato sauce...sometimes love ain't enough...tomato sauce... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes it just lacks some stuff...
some tiny details, some bit of rough...
and a bit of tomato sauce...
who cares about all the emotions?
who cares about elixirs and potions?
and dramas causing these commotions...
to a bit of tomato sauce...
damn you, and damn those tears...
damn you, I have no fears...
I utter what my soul hears...
with a bit of tomato sauce...
toothbrush, toothpaste and dental floss
rachel monica chandler and ross
johnny freakin depp and kate junkie moss
you know what? I hate tomato sauce...
(Chapter 1) Interviewing the BeatlesSummary: Fictional interviews of the Beatles, filled with humor and sarcasm. Everything slashy is joking. Set around 1964.(Chapter 1) Interviewing the Beatles in Humor More Like This
1st interview: "Four lads that love each other"
INTERVIEWER: In this edition of the show, we're going to interview the four boys whom everyone's talking about! Here we are, with the breath-taking, awesome, stunning, and super talented
JOHN: That's us y'know. Just in case you live under a rock and don't recognize us.
INTERVIEWER: So, let's start out easy. Complete the line. The Beatles are
GEORGE: Really tired and need some sleep.
JOHN: The reason why I can hear many girls screaming.
RINGO: Four lads that love each other.
GEORGE: Awww, that's cute, Ritchie.
INTERVIEWER: How would you define that love?
PAUL: It's simple. We love each other and would do anything for one another.
GEORGE: You've heard him
JOHN: We wouldn't have had that success if t
I want to hold Paul's handPaul McCartney had some work to do at Abbey Road Studios with Brian Epstein, when suddenly, the phone from the studio rang and Brian answered it, "Yeah? No, no, Paul is busy right now Is it really important? Well, ok George, make it quick."I want to hold Paul's hand in Short Stories More Like This
The Beatles' manager handed the phone to Paul, "It's George. Be quick, we have work to do."
"Come right now to the hospital."
"The hospital? What the hell happened?"
"Your stupid boyfriend has been feeling sick all morning, then he fainted and "
"JOHN FAINTED? IS HE OK? POOR BABY "
"He's fine, but the doctor says they need to examine his blood, but he's fucking scared of syringes. I can't believe it, he's crying like a bloody baby."
"Poor little thing "
"NO! He's big enough; he's always giving the impression of the fearless Beatle, but can't handle a fucking syringe? He's crying saying he won't let anybody take his blood out if you're not here. So you better get going."
"I can't go now I'm busy y'know But t
MononucleosisP.O.V. John LennonMononucleosis in Romance More Like This
I was at home with my lovely Paul, he was feeling sick, and that’s why he was lying on bed, watching TV.
“Do you need something, love?” I asked as the good boyfriend I am.
“Just a cup of tea, please. Don’t make contact with it, wear plastic gloves.”
“Mmmm, sure Macca.”
I went to the kitchen to serve him the tea. Why did he want me to wear gloves, anyway? I didn’t even know we had plastic gloves here. My conclusion was that I have a crazy boyfriend (who has a boyfriend who’s crazy in love with him)
I brought him the cup to the bed, “Here’s your tea, Paulie.”
“John! I told ya to wear gloves!” the bassist rejected the cup.
“I don’t want you to get infected.”
“How could I? You haven’t even touched it.”
“Fine. Place it on top of the nightstand and I’ll grab it, but don’t touch it again.”
John, can you hear me?December 8, 1980. Worst fucking day of my life. That day I felt like my life didn't have sense anymore. That day I didn't want to know nothing about anything. I didn't care about something else, about someone else. That bloody awful day, the person I love the most was killed. And I wasn't there. Not because I didn't want to. If it was for me, I would have spent each and every single day of my life with him. But we fell apart. Why he had to go? I don't know, he wouldn't say. We fell apart and had a lot of troubles with The Beatles causing the disband of my loved band. After that, John stayed the rest of his short life with Yoko Ono. He literally didn't want to know anything about me for some time. Eventually, we could talk later But we never played or composed music together again. I wasn't a big part of his life anymore. But still, he was there. I didn't get to see him much, but the times I had the chance, there was still something proving we could never fall apart don't matter wJohn, can you hear me? in Emotional More Like This
ChoiceHe came from the south carrying 2 keysChoice in Free Verse More Like This
One of burnished, gleaming gold
and the other of jaded green
He rode to the spot where she had been
rode right up and said to her
To you, this spot means it all,
everything will exist again
if you but stay here,
but you cannot--
A choice has to be made, he said, extending the keys
The key of gold will carry you forward
to what your life has left unseen
and the love your heart secretly yearns
however, taking this key
means you can never return
The key of jaded green will chain you
to unending days of grief
and turn your heart cold as stone
winter will set upon you
leaving you forever alone
She considered the choices
and thought of the disparate lives
the keys symbolized
and now only the key of jaded green remains
I AmI AmI Am in Free Verse More Like This
The killing words
spill from my mouth
like acid washed anger
You promised life, certainty--
[Who are you?]
a regurgitated perception
a stolen contradiction
[Who are you?]
on the path
through my darkest days
all I see is destruction
through the hazy,
crucified part of
[Who are you?]
trying to understand
the chapters of
a domineering stranglehold
carved into me
reaching for the truth--
seeking something new
I will be here
after you move on
I will be here
when the story ends
StillShe reminds me of electricity.Still in Free Verse More Like This
Paralyzing; beautiful like an AC current
Across my heart; making the beat stop and
My muscles contract painfully
Heat upon heat builds; blowing the transformers
Of my mind. At this moment, I am like a relay
She can switch on or off at will. Hyperventilating,
Hypnotized, electrified--there is no will but hers
In this state, I do not see; I do not hear; I do not feel
The icy grip she has on my heart; no awareness of
The severing of my arteries; the crush of my ventricles
The carbonating of my hormones with one kiss.
I am alone; still charged with electric blue like
A just struck tree on the prairie; charred on the outside;
Yet still alive--for a while. She reminds me of electricity
And I await the next bolt from the blue.
© J. Hardesty
I Can't Do It AloneNo one canI Can't Do It Alone in Free Verse More Like This
no one should
no one knows
I can't do it alone
I hold onto hope
I brave the days
I brace against fire
and huddle against cold
No one knows
no one can
no one should
I can't do it alone
I struggle to please
I struggle to be
I struggle to release
what's inside of me
no one should
no one can
no one knows
I can't do it alone
All I Want...Support i can get,All I Want... in Free Verse More Like This
a shoulder to cry-on,
ears that willing to listen.
An understanding nature.
Be with me, hold me,
hug me, don't let me go.
Show me, guide me,
Being wild and passionate.
Amazing moments to keep.
You changed me tremedously,
a new person, jas "me".
for you are what i see,
and i want you to be.
I don't want you to change,
and i'll not be to you.
Being open is important.
What else do you want me to?
Beacause all i want is YOU...
I LOVE YOU.
May Man, if only...strong built, healthy body,May Man, if only... in Free Verse More Like This
hunky man, such a hottie.
i will hug you so tight,
featherly kisses, tongue teases.
hands exploring, fingers caressing.
will give you goosebumps,
sensations that excite.
will love you to be my teddy...
squeezing you will be heady.
my pillow between my thighs,
my human blanket to keep me warm.
cozy feeling to be with you
what a treat, what a man.
CryYou came, my shining armour.Cry in Free Verse More Like This
The light of my life.
You stayed,gave me yourself,
satisfying all my desires.
your support, a shoulder to cry-on.
I cried, cry of happiness.
What happened, you changed?
what did i do wrong? I tried my best,
pleases you to whatever you want.
I'm not special anymore.
I miss you... where are you?
I cried, cry of emptiness.
Why you lied to me?
Why not just confront me?
I know you're there,
but pretending i was not.
You know I'll understand...
or I'll try to be.
and now you're gone... and not coming back.
I cried, cry of death.