Murder in the First, Second, and Third by otherwiseunbroken, literature
Literature
Murder in the First, Second, and Third
The first time it happened, she was drunk.
Kissing in his bed, hands locked on his face, how difficult would it be? Phone on the bedside, the password his year of birth and high school jersey number and all she’d have to say was that he was going to spend a few days at her place. His roommates would be disappointed but not surprised. Break your heart, break your heart, that girl’ll break your heart. But none of them would count on this, no one would notice until he didn’t call his father or the unfamiliar smell of human death crept into every reach of the apartment. Keys in his pocket, cutting into her thigh, she could take
Winter Haikuwrimo 2009 by Iscariot-Priest, literature
Literature
Winter Haikuwrimo 2009
-1-
damnable cold
plagues the weather
and my health
-2-
despite pouring rain
clinic's A/C is set to chill
what's up Doc?
-2(b)-
Federal Territory Day
K.L is a ghost town
except for tourists
-3-
boiling water
the teakettle and I
whistle a duet
-4-
while jogging
the cloudy sky breaks
a free bath!
-5-
at the clinic
halls are swamped with patients
dengue season
-6-
stray mutt
to whom does it howl
master, moon or mate?
-7-
cleaning your grave
pebbles split my nails
I remember your hands
-8-
waiting outside
for the moss rose's bloom
sunrise keeps me company
-9-
season finale
all questions to be answered...
pow
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them by GabrielGadfly, literature
Literature
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them
I think you keep secrets under your skin
like trees keep rings and do not know it,
like the sea teems,
like dark and quiet space
keeps every ray of light
the stars whispered to one another
when they were still young
and dying to make love.
I think you keep secrets in you
like the desert keeps sands,
like sleep keeps dreams,
like cities keep sleepless people
and people looking for sleepless people
to fall asleep with.
I think you keep secrets
like secrets like to be kept,
and I want to learn them all.
A Slow Drive through Yosemite by livingbyair, literature
Literature
A Slow Drive through Yosemite
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay,"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up from a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted to paint
like
(First verse)
I'm leaving
Booked my flight the other night
Retrieving all my laundry,
packing light
You're heaving
in a last plea you call me "wife"
Believing
that I'm anchored to that life
But why would I be?
Could this wasteland hold a fly?
I'd rather be free
than sit and sift through all the lies
My heart tugs at me
I want to hold you through the night
But infinity is
the horizon in my eyes
(Bridge)
Darling, don't be afraid to face me
Please, hear me, please, don't evade me
What I'd give to keep the love we made, baby
But I must sing, you know I've been waiting...
(Chorus)
This is my song for sundown
This is my song