She's Got Technicolor Shoesby ~sibilantessesShe's got technicolor shoes Untied, laces trailing But that's okay, I'm with the band, baby I'll follow you anyway. Excuse me I don't believe we've met before But it doesn't matter Just let your belt buckle do the talking We'll be together in no time. My finger's on her lips We were laughing Slip off that pretty thing, sweetheart We can play dress-up later. What can I say? You and me both It's gonna be beautiful, isn't it? Leave your shoes on. |
| Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse | ©2008-2012 ~sibilantesses |
to rain is to cry... to rain is to cry in the city of loveto rain is to cry... by ~sibilantesses
(depending on context or the weather that day)
rain clouds in summertime never daunted nor
did gunshots when they rang at night
we asked only who was fighting and why and simply
drifted downstairs hand-in-hand 'round our hearts
we'd flick off the lights and listen to us and
i'd tell you secrets with my fingertips leaving
burning trails on your skin and every
touch was one more word in one more language
meaning i love you i loved you i loved
the darkness seemed to swallow our sounds but we turned
on the tv and hid under cover of eighties cartoons
butterfly kisses abound on our cheeks and i cri
September Manifesto I will make a name for myself.September Manifesto by ~sibilantesses
I will grasp your wrists and say, "Don't
go, don't stop;"
I will dismantle my cage of familiarity;
I will hide behind scarves and makeup and still
give you a run for your money (even)
if you ask me (not) to;
I will inspire words and breaths and fingers and fire
and sparks will fly from here to the stars smiling down
as we watch them weave across the sky.
Night will darken our eyes even as the moon
alights her gaze therein and the rain
will not drive us from our campfires,
and the wind can uproot any tree
and still not touch us where we stand:
we are young as the earth
and we will not be deterred.
Static Woke up today covered in spider-webs;Static by ~sibilantesses
I am living between dreams
in places you aren't,
in place of where you used to be.
I used to feel pretty.
Woke up today and said to myself,
This is no way to live.
Warren Ferguson Warren Ferguson Visits the DevilWarren Ferguson by ~sibilantesses
WARREN FERGUSON: A young man in his mid twenties. His appearance is somewhat disheveled.
THE DEVIL: The Devil.
WAITER: An awkward high school boy, around 17 or 18.
ACT I scene one
setting: outside a chintzy coffee shop located on the corner of a city street. It is a nice day. A man dressed impeccably in a black suit with a white tie sits alone at a table, looking at his watch and glancing around impatiently. He taps one foot on the concrete. A moment later, WARREN, dressed in jeans and an untucked, white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up,
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love the sassy, brassy sultry voice to this piece.
I still love this poem to death.
Aww. Brings back memories of me when I was innocent. Well, more innocent.
--
I'll love you forever; I'll like you for always; As long as you're living, my baby you'll be.
Whitticisms
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think about your troubles.
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think about your troubles.
I like the style of this, the way that it's in first person and you get a feeling of what the narrator is feeling as they speak.
I can also imagine this as a song
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Oh, did I hurt your feelings?
It's in chapter 16, if you are so inclined.