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• Nonfiction > Sports
  Art and Chemistry

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  It is known as a universal truth that one pair of average human hands cannot shatter a brick wall. Hands have been known for climbing branches, scrawling the faces of bolded symbols across expanses of unblemished pages, carving names into trees and faces into mountaintops. They will clutch at the sk...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Battle Tales

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  It is not a day for Poetry- It is for ripped knees, scraggly fingers run through scraggly hair, and ribbed walls torn under skies that bled and seeped their color down, now bright. Clouds had stolen the fields, rain- softened petals, tears in the crook of a little nose- but not the...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The StoryTeller

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  It is not a day for Poetry-- It is for ripped knees, scraggly fingers run through scraggly hair, and ribbed walls torn under skies that bled and seeped their color down, now bright. Clouds stole the fields, rain- softened petals, tears in the crook of a little nose-- but not the t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Cobblestones in Dresden

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Fall like bolded ink words worn, blackened by heels scuffed in long strides, stumbles-- the hollowness of a city of ashen arms-- resting in ears dulled and lifted in light from where they have always been. The stones are still sharp enough when they fall that palms will split, crowns wi...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ode to Hair

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Snarling in my ears roaring like the flames that leave Nothing but ashes and behind that, beauty And the cool love of rain that patters on the roof – people dancing, feet, bare, searching the charred clouds for a glimpse of a twist of stars in the night in silence or the rustle of t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Yesterday I Saw A Wandering Albatross

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Some say the world is forgivable acid in rain, sick underbellies of clouds, pallid, dying, yellow light all we have left of the sun; music gone, growls of things once in treetops silenced, empty, bristling pelts lying where grass shriveled to crimson dust. Tongue swiping across a ro...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  BLANK.

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Plucked off for people to walk on; Dying copper or maybe Bronze And silver in their palms, Warmed in a microwave to sound like Singing as life shatters, A hatchet mark on a tree that will, When you crack, try to seal it later As the heart of a person with Sweet juices rejected by paint on t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  They're Real Enough

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  the crescent moons you've pulled from your fingertips littered on the carpet, colorless, unlike your vomit-pink wallpaper that you've had since you were four. Your mother says now that it reminds her of the lipstick she used to wear before she grew up and forgot how to be pretty— ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I Hear Music

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Nearby on the earth that is ours, bathing in the dirt and the remains Eden left behind Because they were warned we'd forget things worthwhile; solar fingers playing the fiddle that teethes on slow, soft melodies, gnawing out bloody crowns and leaving there the round, dark abyss of what w...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Two Nights, Cerebral, Divergent

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Today I run from the demons that chase down halls, lead into other tempting jaws, littered with lost teeth and dripping yellow mucous membranes that prepare the monster for the crunch of bone on sliced tongues but a hand grasps mine, wrenched from the snap that would have belonged to me, take...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Where Did My Roomate Go?

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  I sit and I am empty, the walls, bone-white, more like crying faces in the dark before I open the door, see the stars flinging themselves from the sky and the moon resting on the branches of the willow tree great eye, staring, full, at the cavern in my chest anchored with a chain that d...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Blank

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Poem where I pretend bells are like windows-- the keening of scattering glass warmed in a microwave to sound like dying copper or maybe bronze, whichever has a sweeter voice, a deeper, more lovely cry when you crack them, try to seal it later like a hatchet mark on a tree that w...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Stages of Grief

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  I saw her when she was alone, just like I am now. The light of the dingy streets became beautiful in her bottomless eyes, and her waves of hair shone despite the murky air of the city. Regardless of the plain covering of mussed, torn jeans, and jacket, her skin shone; she was a jewel in the midst of...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  The Person Left Behind

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  “Emily, what do you think is the worst way to die?” The two were sprawled in the dirt, eyes to the sky, with the lap of the water at their feet and the rustle of the trees in the ever so slight whispering of the breeze. Stars above them winked, almost lovingly, down at them. They had been here ...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Human Nature

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Trees can reach higher to the heavens than we can So we cut them down....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Why I Write

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  I love the crackle of thick pages, flipping through my fingers; the luscious whisper of a pen across paper; the smell of a brand new book. My letterless keyboard, iust clouded black squares from the fingers that’ve worn it down. Misty eyes scribble endlessly in the night. ...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Insomniac

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  As the clock chimes were swallowed by the night, I was terrified. Whispers of doom grated through my ears and into my brain, tempting me to leave the world behind. Shadows waltzed across my unseeing eyes; something evil was trying to summon me. I firmly gripped my reality in clammy, clenched fists-...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  When I Look at Myself in the Mirror

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Cinderella; that’s what my father picked. Not Joanna, Bethany, or even Mary Sue. It almost makes me glad that he’s dead, but then again, he left me with this moronic lady and two hideous stepsisters that don’t even warrant a further description. My name is elegant and can be thought pretty, bu...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Oscar

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  The streetlight breaks, scattering all around the slummy street. Fists grip tightly around a Louisville baseball bat. Fast breaths disappear in the midnight air. Filthy cusses spill from a baritone voice. Man, why'd he have to be so damn stupid? He promised to come back with food, with tha...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Wasted

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Time is gone, But this page remains Blemished with eraser marks, Calloused by scratched-out words-- Marred through illegible beauty. Clock chimes echo And still, I have yet to discover what this poem Is truly About....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Praise of Folly

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  To the man who left to fight-- weary and downtrodden, hobbling home in the mud, bloodshot eyes pleading for escape. To the girl who brandishes her pencil each and every moment-- sketching each vision in her mind Wanting, Wishing, needing to encompass the world. T...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Stages of Grief

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  I saw her when she was alone, just like I am now-- wallowing in misery and emptiness. The light of the dingy streets became beautiful in her bottomless ebony eyes, and her waves of sable hair shone despite the murky air of the city. Regardless of the plain covering of mussed, torn jeans, and simple ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Summer Bliss

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  When you're little, you don't realize it. The purity and innocence of your first summers. You don't know the scarcity of such happiness, when you sprint down the sidewalks of your small-town neighborhood as fast as stubby child's legs will carry you, or roll in the grass until...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Haunting Lullabies

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  Lullabies Are normally sweet. Sickly sweet. Their intimate melodies sweeping, The night-ridden halls, Searching for a tired mind, Devoid of sleep. Mine. They snake through, The furnished hall, Like an untamed spirit, Seeming to create darkness, Within every crevice, It se...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Afterlife

  

  By Tigerstarz, Princeton Junction, NJ

  I was dead. Just like that. I remembered all the details. It had begun with my usual, innocent, morning run through the park. I had expected at worst, the smoldering of my muscles as I pressed on. Definitely not death. The sun had yet to rise, yet a dim predawn light illuminated my path ...