Anti-ValentineI should have just stayed in bed,Anti-Valentine9 years ago in Other
This excuse for a holiday fills me with dread,
Pink hearts and flowers all around,
Someone should burn them to the ground.
The lovely couples all so caring,
Please do try to keep from sharing,
For goodness sake get a room,
This terrible holiday will be my doom.
Flowers die, and chocolate goes fast,
Get jewelry if you want it to last,
I guess I should say "be my valentine"
But I think you know where you can shove that line.
Valentine's DayMy pumpkin spice latte was too sweet, but my voice was too bitter. As I stared into the murky depths of my cardboard cup, I said, “We’re both single for Valentine’s Day this year.”Valentine's Day2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I didn’t know why I said it. Maybe I thought she would laugh. Maybe I thought she would show at least a little amusement, a smile that would reassure me that everything was Finally Okay and not depressed and sobbing and curled up on the futon. But she was silent.
I looked up. She, too, was staring into her plastic cup of bubble tea, avoiding my eyes. “Right?” I asked. “Mom?”
Her eyes still didn’t meet mine. She sipped through the excessively hot pink straw, intensely interested by the shop’s colourful decor instead of by me.
Propping my elbows on the table, I dropped my head in my hands. “Jesus, Mom.”
“What?” she asked finally.
“Is it him?” I tipped my head upward to look at her.
Him. That guy she used to da
InnocenceIt was a time of love, a time of hate, the era of justice and immorality, the season of both insanity and clarity of mind. Sound familiar, don't it? Me wife used to love Dickens. Read him to me all the time, she did. That Jane what's-her-face woman, too: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a criminal who committed a crime is in want of a good hanging. Ring a bell?Innocence3 years ago in Short Stories
Yes, I like me literary allusions. I do, you know. Remind me of sweet Elaine. She was a messy death, but worth it. Oh boy, was she worth it. Crying and begging right up to the end. She had it coming to her, bet your arse she did, mate.
Why am I here anyway? I've already confessed. I'm a doomed son of a gun. Don't I get any last whatchamacallits? Can't I have a coldie, before I go up there and have me neck snapped back? Any beer will do I drink 'em all, so long as it's not that light crap.
Answer me, goddammit! What the bloody hell am I doing here? Kill me already. Inject me with the needle or string me up like
i. Angelic ProphecyCherish the radiant warmthi. Angelic Prophecy5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
of our Elysian Sun--
disregard skin cancer
as Hollywood tans &
freckled kisses from god
past the burning,
embrace the light
The Anti-ValentineI don't want your candyThe Anti-Valentine4 years ago in Free Verse
I don't follow the bloody books
No I don't want to hold your hand
Enough with the pity looks!
I don't need a guy to be happy
No, not a chick either
When it comes down to the two of them,
I am just fine without either
Stop chasing me with Cupid's arrow,
No I don't want to hold your rose,
Thanks but I am allergic to Hallmark
Why?! Because I don't own any pink clothes!
Keep your chocolate kisses
And crappy on-the-spot rhymes
If you're going to stand and gawk at me
I'm leaving, keep your stupid valentines.
I AM FINE HERE ON MY OWN!
So please get out of my head!
My heart is still only healing,
And falling for another is something I dread.
Pillow Talk"Of course I love you,"Pillow Talk9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern
he was quick to assure her
Misguided Devotion The current so strong,Misguided Devotion6 years ago in Free Verse
As if gravity wasn't enough
To keep a man grounded
In one spot
For an eternity,
The constant surge
Of freshly strewn
From the duct work
Makes every stroke of my paddle
As if I partook in the lusty lotus.
Never does the river
Even as the light fades,
The violent rapids
Screaming SomethingThere was something about your eyesScreaming Something3 years ago in Free Verse
That just screamed “Save me!”
If you could only just scream out to.
Everyone to save you from.
There are just so many to save you
From. How I wish I could help.
I tried to look in your eyes and say to you
“Trust me! I can’t stand watching you hate it!
I could never stand watching you hate me!”
But your eyes went blank; I could see how
You stopped to look, no longer searching,
And you glared at me, knowing that I couldn’t
Look at you.
Broken, you watch as my heart is broken,
With a blank face and screaming eyes.
Painful words slither out of your mouth’s
Barely open like the tears that wanted to
Stream down your face, while you scream
Out your hate for the world, instead you
Mutter your hate for me, and I scream instead.
Broken pleas are all I can hear.
scrawli.scrawl2 years ago in Short Stories
We met where someone had eons ago carved meet me here when your world falls apart into the grey, crumbling, concrete path separating the road from the park. Though I doubt she noticed the graffiti.
It was either dusk or dawn; I can’t remember which—the light was in a temporary stalemate with the darkness, and there was the faint promise or impression of stars, coming or going, led or shepherded by the moon looking as though it had been slightly erased from the deep, middling blue of the sky. There were no clouds.
I didn’t notice her coming until I heard the scuffing of her shoes. I was glad I could only hear one set of footsteps: she’d heeded my request. Turning, I felt in my pocket for the square of tightly folded paper, passed it over without a word, trying to converse through our eye contact. I went home without looking back, silent.
When school started back after the summer holidays, she sat next to me in Engli
Though Afraid of Wolves I Seek Your Forest Hearti. My mother used to sayThough Afraid of Wolves I Seek Your Forest Heart3 years ago in Free Verse
if you’re afraid of wolves, don’t go into the woods.
I never listened. I used to imagine
my blue winter-fingers through your hair—
a pack of wolves through the trees,
hungry and searching.
ii. These days I tend toward a kind of prophecy for my mental health.
I miss when you used to read the future for me.
I found the slow deliberateness
of your fingertips along the turquoise backs of my cards
iii. I have begun to learn a new language
so that our hearts might speak directly to each other,
ventricle to ventricle, as they did once on my blue bedspread
(but not as I’d have liked them to).
iv. My chest cavity is a dwarven dark,
indigo and mountain-deep.
Some days, my heart can manage
little more than cobalt ore
from earth crevices, hammered and cold-tempered.
v. I am nearly married to someone else.
On my wedding day, I will be a queen—
an azure beast wrapped in cloth,
an organ pumping someone else’s blood.
I lack bridal
BBC SH - Valentine's ExplanationsTwo men were sat on a train, slumped comfortably into their chairs with the contented knowledge of a job well done.BBC SH - Valentine's Explanations4 years ago in General Fiction
The sun was setting and the cool February sky was bathing them with a warm pink glow. The cool blast of air from the open train door as passengers got on and off the stationary train was a mild irritant but only drew more attention to the soft, drowsy aura of warmth surrounding the seated passengers.
The satisfaction of the completed case had made Sherlock unusually relaxed, and he slouched into the soft woollen cocoon of his coat, eyes scanning the other passengers in a lazily observant manner.
"Alright John," He murmured. "The two men over there. Which one of them is the teacher? Go."
John smiled slightly as they continued their 'game'. "Right . . . they're both reading the children's exercise books . . . but the dark-haired one is actually marking them. He's the teacher."
"Excellent. And what subject are the books on?"
"Maths. No other exercise books come wi
Sonic's BreakdownThe following is based on real-life events (sort of ) and parts of an actual dream sequence I had after my frustration. Please read the description for further information on the inspirations for this short story.Sonic's Breakdown5 years ago in Short Stories
Also, some Sonaze scenes are peppered around here, for those of you who really get a kick out of that. =3
Sonic was going insane.
The blue hedgehog was sitting catty-corner upon the damp, wooden flooring of the sailboat, the Ocean Tornado, with his arms wrapped around his legs, rocking slightly back and forth and mumbling over and over, "N-no this can't be I can't lose... Not to him not to anyone I'm the fastest thing alive... I'm the fastest thing alive... I'm the fastest thing alive..."
Blaze the Cat and Marine the Raccoon watched their friend from the other side of the boat silently. They seemed deeply disturbed by Sonic's sudden change in behavior. Wasn't he supposed to be the happy-go-lucky type? Interestingly, the
Practial RomanceDear Valentine,Practial Romance5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Look, I appreciate the sentiment and all, but chocolate tastes better when it's bought half price the day after. Roses are pretty until they wilt and the petals shrivel up and the stem bows like a magician taking his last bow of the night. Am I being too cynical? Sorry, but you know I'm right. Where's your sense of romance the rest of the year? It doesn't mean anything today. It's an artificial construct designed to boost sales during a slow time of the year and how is that romantic exactly?
Let's be honest, you're just hoping you'll get some later tonight, right? Because you killed a few flowers. It's kind of insulting that you think I'll fall all over you for a sappy greeting card and a plastic rose with a pretty ribbon. Put the thong away please wedgies are in no way sexy. You want to know Victoria's secret? She's laughing at you. And in her defense, it is funny to watch guys looking uncomfortable in the store. Really who pays $30 for about six inches of cover
14 Days of Unromantic Films, Part I14 Days of Unromantic Films, Part I4 years ago in Reviews & Guides
14 DAYS OF UNROMANTIC FILMS
PART I: "Cruelty in Black and White (and Technicolour)"
Written by Diane N. Tran
Let me tell you a little story: In Rome, a few centuries ago, there was a priest and a ruler. The ruler didn't like the fact that nobody was enlisting in the army because they were all happy in love and married, so he got rid of marriage. The priest, upset by this, performed "illegal" weddings. When the priest was found out, he was stoned and beaten with clubs. However, that didn't quite kill him, so they lopped off his head and stuck it on a pike in the city square. And that's why we celebrate St. Valentine's Day...
Yes, it's February and, on the fourteenth of this month, is Valentine's Day. I'm a thirty-year-old woman who is still single, still a virgin, and still never had a boyfriend and I'm surrounded by all kinds of friends and family attached to partners. I get poked and prodded by
Anti ValentineThe day where chocolates are madeAnti Valentine5 years ago in Free Verse
and a dozen roses are bought
I'd rather sleep through
this day I dread
because the one I wanted to share it with
has their own special some one
Don't ask me if I have
a valentine in mind
I don't want
a diamond ring that shines
or a secret
I love you
So don't remind me
about the day
that I can't go out to play
without that stupid emotion-
what was it called
in the air
to suffocate the happiness
out of me.
Anti-ValentineEvery rose may have its thorn, but unfortunately not every thorn has its rose. Such is the case with Valentines Day, a day destined to make you profoundly uncomfortable, whether you are in a relationship, swinging through singledom or somewhere in between. If youre dating, February 14th becomes a kind of romantic pissing contest. Inevitably, someone is the romance winner and someone is the despicable romance loser who must spend the next 364 days atoning for his or her paltry offering of daisies, babys breath and musical card. Romeo chugged some Drano for love so in the spirit of competition, Juliet must off herself with a rusty butter knife. The only bright spot in all this coagulate gore is that neither one of them will have to shop at the Hallmark store ever again.Anti-Valentine7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes
Being single on Valentines Day is comparable to being the lone analyst in the worlds most diabolically pink asylum. Some of the patients are euphoric, others hysterical and even more are delu
Anti-Valentine's Day PoemAnti-Valentine's Day PoemAnti-Valentine's Day Poem4 years ago in Concrete Poetry
1 heart to shatter
2 hearts to crush
3 hearts to melt
4 hearts into mush
5 hearts to crack
6 hearts to break
7 hearts to smash
8 hearts to take
9 hearts to stab
10 hearts in stone
This is why I take
Valentine's Day alone.
Days of ValentineAnother brokenhearted Valentine's DayDays of Valentine8 years ago in Free Verse
Where nothing goes quite my way
There's no one special giving me a 'tine
No one asking me to "be mine"
Alone I wander the halls at school
No one to hold hands with
No boy to call my own
No one, at least, in this town
So what can I do?
Doesn't any boy out there
Have even a little crush on me?
If so, who can it possibly be?
I'm wasting my time
On these days of valentine.
Happy Valentine's Day, BuggersIn the shortest month of the yearHappy Valentine's Day, Buggers11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Lies the day we all fear.
It sneaks up to our homes,
Hiding in bushes and dodging garden gnomes.
"Not scary," you think,
"Disguised in pink."
Then it hits you like a stone.
You're all alone!
No one to date,
No one to hug,
No one to kiss,
No one to love.
For comfort, call on your mates.
Then remember that they all have dates.
What to do, what to say?
How to make this pain go away?
Lock yourself in your room
And wait for your eventual doom.
And to everyone out there,
All the lovers,
Happy Valentine's Day...
You stupid buggers.
My Anti-valentineOur life was so perfectMy Anti-valentine6 years ago in Other
Our world was just how we wanted it
We laid together under the stars
We let nothing bother us
There was no heaven
There was no hell
You said you would never leave
You kept hiding the truth
Every time you looked into my eyes
All you ever told me was full of lies
I've moved on now
I have no more pain
I have no more sorrow
I found true love
It wasn't you
Happy Valentines Day
Anti-Valentines PoemHearts and roses and kisses galore,Anti-Valentines Poem9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
What the hell is all that shit for?
People get mushy and start acting queer,
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to get the hell over with and pass,
Before I shove something up Cupid's ass.
I'll spend the day so drunk I can't speak
And wear black for the rest of the week.
Guys act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
For all they are doing is trying to get laid.
The arrow Cupid shot at me must not have hit,
Cause I think this love thing is a crock of shit.
So, here's my story... what else can I say?
Love bites my ass... Fuck Valentines Day!
The End of ValentineWe had plansThe End of Valentine10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
We had dreams
We had only us forever
So it seemed.
We were young
We were new
It had only been three months
But are love grew
You swore you'd never give up
And I did the same for you
Now I'll always remember the pain of surprise
When you told me that we're through
What could I say?
What could I do?
How will I ever find the strength
To say goodbye to you?
Where will I go?
When will it end?
Who can I trust to take me through
And help me start again?
Yet my heart will not believe that it's the end.
I walked the line
You changed your mind
It's the end of Valentine.
That was Christmas
This is now.
Just before the midnight hour
And I think
Of how you're gone
How this should've been the perfect day
Now I sit here alone.
And my heart just will not give up
And the pain's still like a knife
And it's killing me even more to know that
You're moving on with your life
What could I say?
What could I do?
How will I ever find the strength
To say goodbye to you?
Where will I g