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claycowardice runs deep, like a rich vein of red
through the bottom of a Colorado river.

so I gathered that clay, scooped it up in my hands
and packed it, carefully, over my face
until it covered every inch; and my lidded eyes
were merely dents in the thick tan façade.

this was cleaner
than the traditional, Oedipal method
of blinding oneself.

alone, the clay
was not enough. I stayed inside
the house, too, under cover of a sturdy blue roof
that cordoned the horizon –
because out here there is too much sky
to hide from.

and I ignored the phantoms
still flitting in my ears,
because they spoke of the kind of roses
clay6 years ago in Free Verse

clay reclaimedsprawled between
the antarctic
and the wrong
side of twenty

no one is mistaken
for a flower

post-
slithered sahara
and pantomimed
progress
dressed in dark

(a donned
disguise)

and I found
the other side
wanting

I found a gleam
deep beneath
discarded skin

the hollow sound
toward everybody
marching

my hollow sound
released
and all
the people
scurrying

incensed senses
worrying

(forgetting)

form begets friction
the heat
to bake this
bred
to build
and break
to culminate in
cessation

an irrefusable
invitation

so who will help me
make this mountain?

humans beingclay reclaimed4 years ago in Free Verse

I'm coming out: I'm straight “Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?”

My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Mom’s head was in Mum’s lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mum’s lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. “You know you can talk to us about anything,” Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.

I took I'm coming out: I'm straight5 years ago in Short Stories

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Puppets And ClayOne Is A Puppet
One Is Made Of Clay
One Doesn't Sleep At Night
One Is Awake All Day
One Is Quiet Doesn't Talk Much
One Is Loud And Unafraid
One Is Tangled Up Inside There Heart
One Is As Free As A BirdPuppets And Clay4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The Clay King.Red paint
on a beige wall,
              heat--
              spices the air.
I run my fingers
through
the course grains
of crumbling stone,
watching
flowers bloom,
           in  your presence.The Clay King.7 months ago in Free Verse

Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:

If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain

When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...

Oh well...

Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?

There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant aOvercome your Writer's Block9 months ago in Free Verse

Clay ladyShe was beautiful, kind and fair
With sparkling eyes and lustrous hair
Her smile was one that shone so bright
It called me as a beacon in the night

But when I touched her, she flaked away
When I touched her, she was made of clay

She moves so swiftly through the world
How should I have known her to not be a girl?
How could I have known she'd disappear,
Whenever someone should draw near?

But when I touched her, she flaked away
She crumbled up; she was made of clay

I remember her, to this day
The strange being made of clay
For what purpose was she made?
That dusty terracotta maid

When I touched her, she flaked away
Turning to dClay lady9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Magic Clay "Knock Knock!"

The Knocking on her wooden door quickly caught her attention. She had been waiting for him as they had their whole afternoon planned (if you call "going to the movies" a well planned afternoon), she had summoned him to her house as they had an hour or two to kill before the movi, they would have plenty of time to hang around and chat.

—"Come in Juno!" — The girl said without leaving her work table.

—"It's locked" — replied a raspy voice, presumably belonging to Juno.

Having no other choice, she got of her chair. Her hands were dirty, muddled by the clay she used for her little sculpts, she took a nearMagic Clay3 years ago in Short Stories

play for keeps.spin around twice, count to ten and come to find me. listen to the wind twisting around the forest and the break of sun dappling the foliage. hold your breath and hear the misplaced air from where i was, where i've been, where i am no longer. break the twisted limbs of young saplings and duck the looming arms of the aging ark. use sonic radars to locate me curled sleepily in the elms' embrace. i'll be dust-covered and cobwebbed, my arms wrapped around the dam of my ribcage. climb the bark ladder and wake me with hesitant, wanting fingers. whisper truths in the maple-vault where i've lay dormant, lace your fingers through mine and pull me intoplay for keeps.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Day Dreaming

     As I sit in my room, I daydream about him serenading me through my window or crawling up the pipeline to rescue me from my… well for lack of better words, boredom.

     I sighed.  I really missed him and couldn't wait another day to see him.

     Sometimes, I pretend that he is actually coming to my window to serenade me.  I remove the clutter around my window so that I could walk straight up to it and watch his wonderful show, only for me.  I clean my room a little, just in case he decided that he wanted to come in, and I brinDay Dreaming2 years ago in Short Stories

Clay DreamsI held my clay dreams like a gold trophy,
But the cracks were soon shown to me,
I held my hopes high,
As it soared through the sky,
They were burnt by the sun,
In the end my dreams were done,

As you sit and pray,
Waiting for the day,
When your dreams come true,
But in reality it's all up to you,

My clay dreams were locked away,
Clean and safe every day,
Lived my life full of leisure,
My dream safe and secure,
Then greed corrupted it,
And smashed to bits,

As you sit and pray,
Waiting for the day,
When all your dreams come true,
But in reality it's all up to you,

My clay dreams are all my own,
They're never dry and ever shoClay Dreams2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

BBRae - Clay ManTheir self control makes us feel alone
We've tried confidence, had it for breakfast today
We've lost the perfection, a mess without words
(And) As the seasons change we'll continue to ignore
The image we project - us without us
The picture that we scanned is borrowed

After the education they stopped making sense to us
Seems to us that it's all the same, time and time again
Slowly, all that we believed in, turning into a lie
To aim and miss, our supernatural art
Spending to much time with ourselves
Trying to explaining who we are

How come it's possible
We wish there was a way
(Suddenly) We feel so invincible
We're the sculpture BBRae - Clay Man3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Story of ClayThere's a lump of clay- baby blue clay, to be exact. Just a lump. The Lump doesn't have a name, a shape or a history. So the Lump decided to make something of itself. First, it separated itself into one larger lump and three smaller ones. The large lump formed into a circle. The Lump decided this would be its body. Now it had to think, but it didn't have a head yet. So that's what our Lump did next, it made itself a very smart head. The head of the Lump was round, and didn't have any features. The body of the Lump straightened out, giving more space for the head to see. Unfortunately, the head of the Lump had no eyes. So the Lump set out to mStory of Clay3 years ago in General Fiction

Questions for CharactersBeyond The Basics in Building Characters
(Or making your 'house' come alive with interesting tchotchkes)

This isn't going to be the typical character questionnaire that asks what the character's height, religion, job, ect. I like knowing things about characters beyond their likes, their height and weight, parents' names, and such. I like putting them in hypothetical situations and watching them…come alive, so to speak. If naming and assigning appearance to a character is laying the foundation and giving them background information is building the house, then think of this questionnaire as filling the place with tchotchkes! Sure, you miQuestions for Characters3 years ago in Profiles

Kaleidoscope Eyes

Maybe if I look in through kaleidoscope eyes
The world will fly and be free
Maybe if I look in through kaleidoscope eyes
I'll look into your smile and see
Maybe if I look in through kaleidoscope eyes
I can finally be me
Maybe if I look in through kaleidoscope eyes
My memories will disown me

Finally

I'll look into your face with kaleidoscope eyes
And I will paint a smile on my heart
I'll look in through you all with kaleidoscope eyes
And try not f
a
&#Kaleidoscope Eyes1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

A Man of ClayA lonely man, different from the norm,

Steered away from others while walking to His dorm.

His desires, His wants, His transformation,

Soon to come with His precise observations.

He studies the jocks, they get all the ladies,

While they drive around in their nice Mercedes.

He couldn't play sports, He was not athletic,

Looking at himself in the mirror, feeling so pathetic.

He studies the other popular people,

The ones who do nothing on their high steeple.

Why are they liked, what do they do?

Party and drugs, not His type of crew.

He looks at himself, He looks at the nerds,

He looks at them again, quite the herdA Man of Clay4 months ago in Free Verse

Clay"It is said that God created the first man from clay. And from man's rib; was the first woman designed. Alas, from their union did come the procreation of mankind"

We, the descendants of clay, remain true to our ancestral nature...

For when we are moulded by delicate and nurturing hands;
we can be sculpted and fashioned into something of beauty and of use.

But when we are manipulated by clumsy and immoral hands;
we are shaped and formed into something ugly and are left to be discarded.

There's no turning back once we have hardened...Clay4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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Footprints in Clay"Give the password."
His voice deep as thunder
caught in a matchbox.
"Conviction."
Hers the littlest raindrop,
falling.

Where does the-
     Just ask her.
What do I-
     She'll know.
Wh-
     Just ask her already.

A nudge,
a word,
a smile:
another life on target.

            he wouldn't tell
          what they'd said
        but the whispering
         Footprints in Clay2 years ago in Free Verse

Kneaded and twisted
Molded and shaped
Am I what you want me to be?
Do I look just right
Do I wear what I should
Is my hair combed to suit you
Do I put the right words in all the right places
Do I frown on cue
Do I always agree
Am I perfect now?
Of course I am--
I'm your
little
clay
doll
Now watch me
b r e a kClay8 years ago in Free Verse

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