ScrapbookWe cut out wordsScrapbook3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and colourful faces
newspaper randsom notes
littering the floor of
a psychiatric ward.
We pull them together
to glue messages of hope
to our hearts,
and blow on the ink.
Maybe I'll be out tomorrow
Artcrossing: Wolverine and Nightcrawler Get CoffeeArtcrossing: Wolverine and Nightcrawler Get Coffee2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are we there yet?"
Logan stifled a growl, refraining from turning to face the source of the annoyance. It was Kurt, of course, that little blue devil. He hadn't kept his mouth shut the entire trip, so why should he start now? "No, it's still a good couple of hours," he replied, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Kurt grinned at him from the passenger seat, his white teeth standing out starkly against his midnight blue skin. "Just wondering," he cheekily quipped. Crouching on his hind legs on the seat, he fiddled with the image inducer he always kept with him.
Logan sighed, rubbing his eyes as the road in front started to blur; he may be close to indestructible, but he was by no means full of stamina when it came to driving long distances. "Remind me again why you aren't just teleporting us there?" he asked.
"I already told you, I can't teleport into places I cannot see," Kurt said in reply, somewhat ashamed. "Otherwise we could end up in the middle of a wall."
"Sounds better than th
EvolutionAt first I did as infatuation demandedEvolution10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wrote myself out in long strings of words
made my throat swallow the poison
opened wide to embrace division
returned again and again
Then my mind released its thoughts
on folded paper birds that
descended out of light and never reappeared
still I searched for them
stared in the dark eyes of strangers
finding nothing lost myself, collapsed
slept cheek against the wall contorted
woke five hundred miles away
thinking I could be a murderer of choices
So I interrogated trees to pursue wisdom
buried my feet in salt to starve them
never ever walked on grass
until subdued, they gagged themselves in shoes
forget their simple memories and dreams
and called this state adapted
I stood at the light switch
flicked it off and on and off again
burned the bulbs into masks of human faces
fled frightened to a sterile room with just
a mirror I mouthed stories at for years
Then the sun caught me in my sheltered corner
ripped me screaming o
DLSS Chapter Eight A Day in the Life of SerahsuriiDLSS Chapter Eight5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter Eight: True Colors Revealed
"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEP," Serah's eyes crack open as she reaches out to smack her alarm clock off of
Scrapbook RomanceScrapbook RomanceScrapbook Romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was thinking about writing you,
well, to be honest, myself,
because of our Scrapbook Romance
I have photos, some letters
and the light in august,
but nothing seems tangible
Distances have never been
a good skill for me,
but Ill be waiting
Its a sin now to count days,
so Ill just estimate
how long I havent heard anything
Eyes have to be the portal
of someones soul,
but we didnt need them
I watched you seeing trough me
and you became clear in return,
Im searching for that warmness
I was thinking about writing you,
well, I guess Ill never
address this letter to you
It is about our Scrapbook Romance,
you dont know about it
and I cant tell you anything yet
Ik dacht, ik schrijf je,
of eigenlijk mezelf,
vanwege onze schetsboek romance
Ik heb fotos, enkele brieven
en het licht in augustus,
maar niets blijkt tastbaar
Afstanden zijn voor mij
nooit een sterk punt gewe
Memorable events in my lifeWARNING: WALL OF TEXTMemorable events in my life4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day, a long long time ago, my parents took me to the circus. I was really excited. The most excited that I had ever been in my entire life. So excited, that I wet myself. And my parents had to take me home so i could change. Once I was all clean, we made our way back to the circus. When we got back there were cop cars everywhere. Some black guys got busted in the hood yo for dealin' up some baaad stuff to those circus clowns ya know what I mean dog? So one of the cops stuffed one of the drug bags in their pocket and I'm a really good pickpocket so i took it and ran away, later selling the bag and making BANK (A lot of money). Another day, i was in Sri Lanka when scientists there invented a super fast mutating plant. it would have been the apocalypse, but luckily I had an axe and fended it off for an hour. After that someone caught it on fire and it was destroyed. I needed to quench my great thirst, so I made my way to the nearest watering hole. Once there, I c
Beach Party 022-1st draftBeachBeach Party 022-1st draft3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Derek, Olivia, Noah, Ruby, and Sophie are spending the day at the beach. Everyone is dressed to go swimming except Ruby. Derek and Noah take off their shirts and race into the ocean meanwhile Ruby and Olivia set up camp. Ruby places a couple of towels down on the sand while Olivia puts up the the umbrella to provide shade. Ruby lays down on one of the blankets and enjoys the shade. Olivia is puzzled by Ruby's actions.
Hey Ruby, Why did you come to the beach today? I mean your not dressed to go swimming or anything.
Ruby closes her eyes.
No reason in particular.
Noah and Derek are on a small cliff by the water contemplating jumping into the water. Derek is standing by the edge looking down at the water.
I don't know Noah, this seems kind of high for us to jump.
Noah is not paying attention. Noah is looking in Ruby's direction and trying to get her attention.
Hey Ruby! Watch me jump!
Noah starts running towards t
Paper heartsPaper hearts9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
here we go again
back at the start
we sit here fighting
going at eachothers throats
we could put this back together you know
grab the tape and glue
i know the cracks will show
but only if its worth it to you
maybe you've changed your mind
and moved on
but i've only put what we had away
believe me its not gone
where have we gone to
i'm so scared to live without someone
so if you wanna
if your're ready
come back and tell me
come back and get me
and dont forget our paper hearts
PagesSmear lead on paper,Pages2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Release emotions into freedom
Just to crumple the page,
Lock it all away once more.
Give the world its blatant lie
So sanity can re-imagine itself:
Paper thin and wavering,
Mascara-ink blotting tissue.
Droplets break on impact,
Shattering images -already broken-
And spreading them across the page
Of a memory scrapbook.
Made from white-lie borders,
Crimson life-blood frames;
Shattered memory images,
Mascara and tear ink.
Turn the pages,
Watch the flickering flame die.
The next page is black;
Frameless, wordless, dead.
Keep going, one page left.
Burned black and scarred from its neighbor,
But clear of memories.
Recording the past and ready for the future.
One page left to make a new beginning.
IceBorn out of iceIce11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a lukewarm world
slowly melting away
ForgetForgetForget6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You try to forget,
try to distract yourself
from the thoughts.
You don't want to think,
not about her,
It drives you nuts,
keeps you from sanity.
But you can't let go,
she's still always
in your mind.
Why won't she leave?
Why can't you get
You haven't seen her,
haven't heard her,
She is gone.
But not to you.
You still taste her,
still see her in the
corner of your eye.
Still stare at every
white car that passes,
as it might be
Why can't I get
My Paper BagIt was about the length of a forearm, pure white, and quite crumpled paper. A blue lettered logo was near the top of the bag, reading "Drug Store" and partially hidden beneath the rolled fold of the bags top, held together by a staple. Well, it would be read as "Drug Store" if there hadn't been a tear through it, cutting the St from the ore. Even, square shaped crease marks covered the entire object's surface, making it appear as if it'd been folded up before being opened and filled with whatever medicine the purchaser had needed. It was really old now; the bag, that is. It showed crumples and crinkles throughout, giving the feel that it'd been opened time after time, month after month. One would suppose it about time to toss out the piece of junk, but most people just couldn't understand the owner's infatuation with the object. No, it was instead kept on the corner of a tan dresser, by a red nail polish stain that had been their longer than the room's tenant could even remember. It hiMy Paper Bag2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Paper FlowersI think it actually makes sense, the way that I have been called upon to remember my days past from the photos that we have, and how I can't look back that far because my pictures are gone. My father has them. They are up in his house in Vermont he took them with him when he divorced my mother about eight years ago. Those old memories stand out fresh in my mind as ever, but I have no pictures to show for them until I go up and see him again. It strikes me as ironic, then, that the one photographic memory that does come to mind more prominently than any other is about my mother's second marriage just about as far from a past divorce as one can get. It did not happen that long ago it only happened last summer but with the past stolen from me, I suppose the one thing that does make sense is to reflect and then look at the future that lies ahead.Paper Flowers4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I will admit first and foremost that I did not enjoy the thought of going back up to Maine again I dreaded it.
Random laughterA note of bell like laughter rang out through the forest. A laughter like none ever heard before. It was a wonderous and hypnotizing sound, echoing through the trees and coming from all directions. Animals stopped to listen to the glorious sound. Even the trees seemed to be listening. A second note of laughter joined the first, this one low and husky, steady and slow. The two sounds blended perfectly with one another. The fast, bell like laughter and the slow, husky laughter creating a song that was to wonderful to be described with words. Ever so slowy, the laughter died away and the forest fell silent. Not even the wind stirred. The forest seemed to be holding it's breath, waiting for the hypnotic song to start again. But the sound could be heard no more. Slowly, minutes ticked by until, finally, a bird dared to chirp. As if it was a signal, life in the forest resumed and the laughter was forgotten.Random laughter5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This