CrushDo you think of meCrush by ~poopoo182
at night when you're
trying to fall asleep?
Do you smile to yourself
when you picture me
in your head?
Do you feel the millions
of butterflies fluttering about
when you see my face?
Because I do.
SkinSkin begins as a silken blank slateSkin by ~ZadenWillowfyre
A map yet to be written
A soft and supple story
Ready to be told
Whispered in the subtle language
Of countless sun kissed freckles
Hands of leathered calluses
And each tattoo and scar
As the tale unfolds through wrinkles
Each laugh line, and worry line
Every crease, ding, and dimple
Holds a secret past
Significant and beautiful
For all skin's imperfections
Brought on by age and hardship
Are stories that we wear
The Porcelain ElegyI.The Porcelain Elegy by ~nephilim0130
A dream to her dreamer:
I love you in this repeating play
with the words hung and ready
for me in the air...you catch them
like you know them before you
take them in and as much as
I wish them to be like never
known or said I’ll stand to
have them pressed, at least,
by your hands to a beating
chest. But in these walls as we
play at being gods of one mind
at least consider and try to find
that all manner of things shall be well.
At least, at least. That all manner
of things shall be well.
I love and don’t understand. Always.
I painted a girl by the name of Cecilia.
She wouldn’t smile until I gave her
a canvas with white roses on a grey stone
wall and a white dress for them to fall against
like her chestnut hair in ringlets about her neck.
And though she beamed in front of me on her little
oaken stool I could not, she would not let me, put
that smile upon her painted face. Oh, here and now
she begged for that smile, was a
When The End Has Come And GoneWhen the end has come and goneWhen The End Has Come And Gone by ~Silverdart99
Nobody sees when time has given up,
Just as nobody hears the whisper of life's last weary good-bye.
The few that rise above all as leaders,
Meet the colossal wave of change,
And find themselves drowned in a world created by words and wants,
Yet cannot quench their needs.
They choke on heavy tides of sorrow and pain,
Without the warmth of the sun to heat their final days.
It is when the waking glints of light shine ghostly across the horizon,
That the end is over.
That while the past is sought for and lusted after,
It is as unchangeable as a bird's last call.
As lost as a gleaming pearl amidst a sea of dark stone.
When the end is gone,
When there are none left to see,
The perfect imperfections and creative destruction left behind
is the only canvas the imagination can claim.
This is when you realize that the end never does,
And new beginnings are eternal.
RedemptionMy cell is cold and lugubriousRedemption by ~katsumoto82
The walls are ravaged by mildew
My cellmate is a madman
The price of my mistakes is here
This prison is my grave
The heroin or the sharp edge of a blade shall take my life
My lawyer is a liar
The siren breaks the silence
The release is finished
I return to my purgatory
I expiates my sins in the hope of a redemption
October Ruminationsi miss youOctober Ruminations by ~Stilwater-Rundeepo
like a rotting black tooth
misses oral b and a brush
like hannibal lecter
misses finger fries and spleen sandwiches
like a hairy spider
misses the inside of an ear
like autumn trees miss for leaves
and skeletons miss for skin
that's how i miss you
Echec et MatThe world is checkered black and whiteEchec et Mat by ~Stilwater-Rundeepo
But darling, we have no color
The ground was frozen far too soon
I bought empty grins with laughter
Dread the day the house will cave in
Dread the face cards' omniscient eyes
Mute radios and blind TV's
Crippled cars and unconscious lights
The king crowns a melted bishop
Until he smells of kerosene
I tangled the web of wires
But I feel the hounds upon me
You'll play your royal, bloody part
So I will play mine and descend
To be your pawn upon the board
Until the game is at an end
Odin ClausOdin Claus by ~tommyboywood
"Flying high beneath the clouds, the hunt's frenetic pace,
he cries out to increase the speed so as to win the race.
Friend or foe in question as the flight doth near it's end.
Benevolent and evil forces cunningly now blend."
Similarities between the Norse god Odin and Santa Claus:
1. Odin is said to be wise; Santa is wise old St. Nick
2. Odin has a bad left eye; Santa has poor vision requiring spectacles
3. Odin is often pictured wearing a long coat; Santa has a long red coat
4. Odin wears a cap and has a white beard; Santa wears a cap and has a white beard
5. Odin has a wife named Frigg; Santa is married to Mrs. Claus
6. Odin resides above the earth; Santa resides at the north pole
7. Odin, from his throne, observes all; Santa sees all and knows "who's naughty and nice"
8. Odin has dwarves who do his bidding; Santa has elves who do his bidding
9. Odin rides an eight-legged horse through the sky; Santa flies through the sky with eight (original) reindeer.
10. Odin gives gifts o
Pop! Goes the WeaselPop! Goes the Weasel by ~tommyboywood
"All around the cobbler's bench
the monkey chased the weasel
the monkey thought 'twas all in fun
pop! goes the weasel"
Interview 1 The Monkey
"Look man, I was just havin' a good time, ya know? Monkeys have a long-standing tradition of terrorizing weasels, everyone knows that! It was me and him. I chased the little bugger for miles before we reached that cobbler shop. Around and around the bench we went until... hey, how was I supposed to know his head would pop off?! I mean, that is just not supposed to happen, ya know?" (Knock knock) "Hello? Who's there?" "Police, open up!" "Wha??? Hey man, what's with the cuffs? Wait! Hold on!! No, the cobbler made me do it! I swear, I'm innocent man. Hey, Owww! Not so tight, dude! MOMMY!"
Interview 2 Weasel's Grandma
"Junior was a good boy. Never got into a lick of trouble, ever! Well, there was the time he weaseled his way out of a theft charge (whoops! heh heh, pardon the pun). Never did like monkeys, no sir
Sacred MedicineI peered through the mystic portal once more.Sacred Medicine by ~TellOfVisions
Infinity's intelligence I longed to explore, my heart & mind in need of restore.
This potion procured by most unusual means
Gave rise to scenes of unspeakable things.
Access was granted to realms normally unseen.
It began as an avalanche of confusion.
Could all I have known really be an illusion?
After a scan all negativity was expelled.
Apparatus fell from the hand which had held.
Into the depths of space my psyche was propelled.
At first was a vast void alone in the dark.
Then suddenly from my thought formed a spark,
Which multiplied to fill the edge of existence,
Each following the path of least resistance.
Detached from my usual material worries, playfully flying about in flurries.
Iridescent strands of DNA dancing, every quality of the journey continues enhancing.
Eerie tones & strange melodious sounds were heard by us all in the night air around.
Symbols communicating directly, unspoken wisdom projecting perfectly.
Melting organic mac
A Beautiful DreamAt least I get to see her in my dreamsA Beautiful Dream by ~TellOfVisions
Perhaps the only time again it seems.
Flying together in the park playfully
No longer bound by our bodies or gravity.
We were soaring and diving among trees like new birds
Peacefully halting any need for words.
It was so magical and free we became children in each others eyes
Soulful communion without disguise.
The pure innocent bliss we shared I can never forget
Any time spent with you, true or imagined, I'd never regret.
I even dreamt of meeting after and telling you about the fantastic dream
Still exempt from being awake, fleeting laughter compelling enthusiastic esteem.
Was it all just illusion?
A supreme fond delusion?
I'm moved to tears wishing it could all be real
The way it made me feel, full of love.
EnlistedI want to be drunk,Enlisted by ~Keldoni
But I don't want to drink.
I would love to be dumb,
But I'm prone to think.
Long and vain;
like the arms of a lanky old man walking with his cane.
I did not wish it.
I did not will it.
I do not condone,
or sell it.
Despite majority culture beliefs,
We did not sign..
Our trite, ailed limbs believing we turned over a new leaf.
They did it blind.
We were enlisted.
What young men choose when they have no where to turn.
What governments coo when they need bodies to burn.
If you ask me,
there's more to what we don't know than being enlisted in existence.
RedefinedA battle lostRedefined by ~WriterInACave
A white flag thrown on a field stained by bloody tears
People have no meaning any more
Eyes show the truth to the lies they spin like webs
I choose surrender rather than put you out of your misery
No more of your fear-fueled deceits
No more watching you waste your lives
Obsessed with consuming
Ignoring what is really important
Now I choose to live in this self-made cave
I choose to no longer participate in society
I choose to become my art,
become my words,
live by my morals...
... as antiquated as they are
The dream of many but embraced
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