Yellow Umbrella ParadeA plastic up all tipped up in shades of blueYellow Umbrella Parade4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
might seem to you
like a true
Ha to do
and apples cores
that lost their lords
whilst lustily biting a their skin
might be chagrin
to those whom don't think so much
of yellow umbrellas
A dancing sea
A golden sun against a sky
Yellow umbrellas might come to life
and in their passion at such a life
might turn about
and turn upon their would be masters
and stab and slash with spokes and matter
destroy with a frenzy
those who might enslave
might think the rain
less noble on their precious heads
Turn down instea
Yellow UmbrellaIt was a rainy autumn day, the first time I saw you. I remember it being cold because I had forgotten to take a coat with me in my haste. The wind blew rapidly into the trees, sending crinkled red, orange, yellow leaves into frenzied dances. Some were strong enough to hold on to the safety of their branch. Others were pulled to the ground, down, down, down.Yellow Umbrella8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was fuming that day, so much, that I thought I would burst into smoke. All in the past two weeks, my parents bombed me with the news that they were getting a divorce, I had been busted several times for picking fights with some idiots who decided to stick their business in my personal
Yellow UmbrellaYellow umbrellaYellow Umbrella2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A gift to a little girl
Before her heart stopped.
RaindropsGrey sullen clouds, the hue of ash, up in the air,Raindrops2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the streets around me all dreary.
The rain falls steadily, like the tears of angels',
smashing down onto the sidewalk,
raindrops on my yellow umbrella.
A sad little tune fills the room,
stealing my tears, mistreating my poor heart.
It's all about that blue-green-eyed girl,
and how much ache this absence brings.
Silently, my tears roll down my cheek, smashing down on my floorboards,
reminding me ever so strongly of raindrops on my yellow umbrella.
Passion, stirred to life by spring's first rain,
mingling with the sweet scent of her breath.
Our lips lock,
Yellow UmbrellaShes theYellow Umbrella4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blown and broken, in the tree
Now the bright sides on the inside
And its screaming to be seen
And if you could see it
You would smile
Just like yellow umbrella girl:
Upside down, for a while
She would fight it
She could fight it, and shed win
But its quiet when spokes are spread
And the rain is on her skin
And if you could hear her
You would smile
Just like yellow umbrella girl:
Inside out, for a while
Now shes hanging
Yellow stranger, in the tree
Left for dead or not much better
An exquisite tragedy
And if you could save
The Yellow UmbrellaThe Yellow Umbrella8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lie with me on a crooked field
We'll watch the shooting stars
(They're really planes).
And we'll read embarrassing poetry
Such was a happy yellow umbrella.
Now a broken bumbershoot
We're no named, no faced stowaways,
so we'll use it as a parachute
to jump off this dark red train.
And onto dark red gravel.
Who needs blood anyways?
We're not walking off into the sunset
you and I (I and you) are chasing the lonely sun.
Bathed in orange and pink, your cheeks look so sweet.
We've forgotten if I gave or stole those kisses
(of the summer sky)
Oh, what salty lips.
Such lips that I'm sure to miss.
The rain comes down, it's
I'll Take My Check, PleaseI'll Take My Check, PleaseI'll Take My Check, Please2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was too nice out to be alone, trapped inside. I was just thinking of how much better my life would be if I had someone to spend it with. True, I had friends, really close ones at that, but I mean like a lover. I want someone to hold onto when I'm lonely, someone to tell me they love me like they've never loved anyone else before. I don't know. Maybe I'm just being a hopeless romantic. But it happens to people, so I'm not really that hopeless, right?
I stretched my arms above my head, and turned the television off, deciding not to mope around all day when I actually have off. I sat up from lounging on the cou
The Yellow UmbrellaThere was nothing unordinary about my day so far so that was why I was so surprised to see the shock of yellow in an otherwise colorless area.The Yellow Umbrella5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clouds had blocked the light of the sun, casting a gloomy darkness over everything. Rain hadn't yet begun to pour, but it's apparent threat was enough to make it seem as if it was. There was no cheer in the day. It had gone as slow and dull as the weather. My walk home was simple, only a few blocks. It was nothing to worry about seeing as I was old enough to walk home from school, and I do it often.
Yet today was different because it was gloomy. I was never a person to bask in depression, yet her
Daffodil RainDaffodil RainDaffodil Rain4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Its raining daffodils, you say.
So I pull up the umbrella
And turn it inside out
And we catch enough brilliant petal rain
For the blazing butterflies
Masquerade QueenCome with me and youMasquerade Queen4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
will see, behind this mask I
am the Killing Queen.
Paper Stars, Yellow SneakersPaper Stars, Yellow Sneakers2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To paper stars and yellow sneakers
To fearless girls with lavender hair
To bright umbrellas and finger paints
And to people who don't have to pretend to care
To balloons and birds and beaches
And to lovely peonies in the spring
To sparkly nail polish and to swing sets
To the shiny bells who sing ring-a ding ding
To acoustic guitar players
And believing in all you say and do
To daisy chain headbands and loud music
But most of all to you
Something about JohnI tear my umbrella to shredsSomething about John5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm glad the weatherman promises
nothing but the wet skies of May.
It's little yellow pieces shift across the floor
as the lobby door opens and a crisp wind pulls shivers across my arms.
- - -
I look up from my perch on the stairs
to see a man
who breaks up the lobby's artificial silence with his confident strides.
A woman who has been sitting on the edge of a cheap red sofa
(staring out the window for quite some time now)
jumps up to greet him. She quickly tries to grin.
- - -
He greets her with a kiss
and they talk a little.
Something about the weather,
a coffee shop and her niec
Swan of the LakeThe swan of the lakeSwan of the Lake2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Once broke the base of her neck
The beautiful beast
The Yellow UmbrellaA fascinating thingThe Yellow Umbrella5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
occurred to me
I was walking through
the city park,
which is really just a few clusters of trees
and a small fountain,
when I noticed something
out of the corner of my eye.
A yellow umbrella
was tumbling through the air
above the trees,
having been caught in a strong gust
(it was a very windy morning,
I stood and watched
as it floated lazily
across the sky,
accented brightly against
the white cotton clouds.
For a moment,
it passed over the sun
and was lost in the brilliance
of its golden light.
The whole thing
was almost hypnotizing to watch.
Then the wind died down
Remembering How to Drowna lengthy band of orangeRemembering How to Drown6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(orange [n]: a color between yellow
and red in the spectrum, an effect of
light with a wavelength between 590
and 610 nm)
now surrounds the place i once called home
(home? no definition.)
in a broken oblong spray
across a plank of memories (six four)
it all comes back now.
(now [n]: at this time or juncture in
some period under consideration or
in some course of proceedings described)
here i am, alone
(orange, previously defined,
is no entirely physical boundary)
i cannot leave (sweet intellect).
(accidental [adj]: ha
Girl With the Yellow UmbrellaThe Girl with the Yellow UmbrellaGirl With the Yellow Umbrella5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Have you ever had a position that you took with you everywhere, from school or the Zoo, to dances and Girl Scout meetings? Well, I do. I have a big, faded, yellow umbrella that I had acquired five years ago.
When I was eight, it was given to me by my dad, right before he left for Iraq, a couple of months before he died. I know it seems like a stupid thing to give your child, right? Wrong! We had an agreement before we left that I would take care of his most prized possession.
The umbrella had been his great, great, great grandmothers, passed down in the family through the girls. The reason it belo
yellow umbrella's secret那风雨交加的夜晚,yellow umbrella's secret3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Death carries a Yellow UmbrellaDeath carries a Yellow Umbrella3 months ago in Settings More Like This
Death carries a yellow umbrella
I didn’t remember much of who I was or where I was or how I got here. The only thing I remember is a name, Hezekiah, which must be mine. Everything else is incomplete thoughts and memories floating around. I felt like a cold empty soul with no body floating through an empty void. I realize I must be dead. If I am then I feel no different than when I was alive. I still feel empty and alone.
“Jael?” The phone crashes to the floor. “Are you still there?” I am stunned and everything turns to a blur. I scatter to the closet leaving the phone on the floor. At last I find my
Plastic CarsCling tightly to the ropes of memoryPlastic Cars3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So that they may strengthen your bond with childhood
Remember the gentle sway of that oak you climbed
Or the harsh, biting pain when you fell out
There is no pain, like your first noteworthy injury.
Remember your fifth birthday
With balloons, friends, and innocent cake designs
Be it, Barbie with, her glittery, slinky, pink dress
Or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with their assault worthy weapons.
Remember good night prayers and blankets tucked to shoulders
Where mom and dad would wait to place a kiss to each cheek
And would have a "Till the morning" upon their lips
Where soft whispers, never
Blaire Ch. 1Rain fell softly onto the roof of the bus stop, ricocheting off of the night-blackened pavement. Alone, I stepped under the overhang, folding my umbrella with a soft rustle. A stranger entered a few minutes later, shaking loose droplets off of his arms and hair. He smiled and said hello.Blaire Ch. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bored and apathetic, I muttered a greeting, keeping my eyes on the ground and the water splashing up from the pavement. Little starbursts of light reflected off of the drops of water, miniature fireworks in the night.
A chuckle came from the left. It wasnt an unkind sound, just amused, a little curious. I glanced towards its source. The man was laughi
Do I Leave things Be?D O I L E A V E T H I N G S B E ?Do I Leave things Be?3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And as I step back and take a look at this
There is so much distortion in what I'm seeing
I'm only a broken mirror
What do I do to make things right?
This is more than a simple question
I've lost almost everything from the past
I feel as though I've left everything so unfinished
I can continue to walk away
But it only brings me pain
Is this process right?
Its not the way to fade away
I can't decide whether I should disappear completely
Or stitch us back together
I'd give an explanation if I wasn't so filled with fear
I've been looking for someone to connect with
I've been looking for someone t