Invisible GirlsToday I saw a girl with her head buried in her boyfriend's chest on the tram. She seemed to be hiding from my eyes; from all eyes. I saw her face once, when she tottered from him to the ticket machine and back again. She was wearing high heels. He laughed. Then she was hiding in his body once more. Disappearing into him. Making herself invisible. Fading.Invisible Girls6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once, when I held your hand, I felt like that and I loved it. Loved your size; loved the way you dwarfed me. Loved the way you laughed, that patronising note as I tottered solo a few feet and the warmth of your skin when I returned. The feminist in me hibernated, angry and betrayed and the world seemed very big and bright; frightening; full of loud noises which echoed.
When I was at work, without you, I didn't feel myself. A little nauseous, distracted, pale. Everyone's eyes seemed t
we could be like venn diagramsi fall down a lotwe could be like venn diagrams6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and while i'm laying back to the ground, somewhat starry-eyed with both my palms slightly grazed, i've been reduced to trying to explain the size of the sky to you. this is what i do when i have other things i should be saying but can't cough up right now. instead i'm mumbling about how the clouds have been wringing the bright blues of the sky dry with sapphire ribbons of raindrops for days. or about when you meet me at the shore and send shivers down my spine, all i can think about is how the sky never ends. i want to stand up and explain to you that i like my lightning without thunder and that i want whatever it is that's beyond the horizons. i want to say that i stopped listening to the radio since you told me silence is a better suited soundtrack for falling in love and that my blood is rushing through my veins so fast that i swear you should be able to hear it. i want to tell you that it's just become completely obvious what i'm living for.
but it's autumn and i'
tomorrow.i used to hold you close in the hopes that you'd keep me warm.tomorrow.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
it worked physically, but my heart always felt colder; heavier afterwards.
you never liked to hold me, anyway.
you and i are not the same.
you like it when the rain falls, and you like being startled when its peace is interrupted by thunder. you like trying to catch the rain in a bucket; you try to 'save' it from colliding with the ground.
i only like to watch it fall.
you are beautiful when you cry; when your body shakes uncontrollably with sobs you can't hold in. you are open when you cry, and i can see past the marble mask you put up and i feel like i know you.
but i am only broken when i cry.
if i could hand you my heart, i would; you would never trust me with yours.
you think you can shape broken things and the broken people - people like me. you think we are like clay and you can make us into what you want. you think there's a mold that we will one day confine to; give in to. you believe you can
Red vs BlueSouth Korea spun around on the chair to face his fellow family member. The boy's face was devoid of emotion. His oversized sleeves were pulled back, showing his slender hands. This was serious business.Red vs Blue5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hong," said Korea, "We need to eliminate our opponents. I'm sending you over to Red territory. Our messenger has told me that they have formed a treaty with some of the other families. This could be dangerous for us." A small smile played on the Asian's lips. "Do your worst."
"Of course," said Hong Kong, bowing slightly.
"Oh, and Hong?"
"What do you think of this chair? Did you know wheelie chairs originated in Korea?" Hong stared at his boss blankly, before leaving the room. "Hey! Hong! I wasn't done talking to you!"
Hong leaned on the wall, gun in hand. It was simple. Get rid of as many of the Red family as possible, without getting caught. He might as well go for the heart of the Red family, their boss, Denmark.
He leaned closer to the window to Denmark's bedroom. He peered in
The Coffee HouseThe Coffee House12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Coffee House
Two handles for the perfect purchase,
Presents itself on an offset table,
The froth decorated with chocolate tornadoes.
The lip mark and the powder coated rim,
Hides the delicate flake.
Spoon in hand, thought in other;
The dark liquid flows; bringing forth its bittersweet warmth
Leaving a smug thought and a white moustache,
That only the tongue dares search.
A thought ventured as the voices fade
And the background music becomes every song you know
And every song you are yet to know.
truth flavoured lies_cthe lie about me:truth flavoured lies_c6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am beautiful like freshly-cut grass and popsicles in the middle of the day. i am summer-lips and winter-teeth, laughing my way through autumn-leaves. i am branding laughter against the back of my throat so i can feel it with every breath i draw in, soaking in your words as i stick them under my tongue and save them for a while. i am living for the moment and dancing without caring whos watching. i am loving recklessly and throwing my heart into the wind with wild abandon. i am calling each scar a beauty mark and opening my arms wide to catch the wind. you are calling me love and i am answering.
the truth about me:
i am ugly like cracked sidewalk and melted popsicles all over calloused hands. i am winter-eyes and cracked-leaf-lips, evaporating along with the polluted ocean. i am branding my mistakes on the back of my eyelids so i never forget but rather dream along the splintering branches of them. i am drowning in the moment and hanging up my da
trick candle emotions_cthere are faces that don't existtrick candle emotions_c6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and love letters never written
down and we will shout until
tree tops crumble and branches
sway, until spines snap and
there are hearts dissolving
in the atmosphere, and ribcages
rusting down on main street,
and hearts were never meant
to breathe on their own, but
we never did learn how to love.
we are people in two separate
worlds with two different
definitions of the same words
and screaming is like killing
to me and laughing is like
drowning to you and we compute
on a daily occasion, through
error messages at least.
we're breaking the world between
our palms to watch the life spill
out of the fault lines and if we don't
know what we're doing, then neither do you.
we're just haphazard at best,
mechanical emotions crossing wires
and calling the misfires beautiful.
make me laugh until my lungs burst,
bleeding four leaf clovers spilling
out through my nostrils and tear ducts,
i'm smoking trick candles at our properly
He thinksHe likes a lot of things, but the things he likes best are the things he never talks about.He thinks8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He likes winter, but he doesnt like snow and he doesnt like cold. He just likes winter. And its the same with almost every other thing he holds close. With this sort of mentality, it becomes obvious why he felt so strongly about this person. Because he liked this person. No even the word like doesnt seem right, it seems too not cliché, but just not right. If he tried to explain it to you hed probably have to satiate himself with the thought that you probably just understand what he means. But, anyway, he likes this person. Maybe even loves him but its a bit too early to tell. You cant rush these things. And he knows that he likes this person because he is overwhelmed with things he doesnt like about them. He doesnt like their piercings or attitude and he thinks that their hair is just a
Tearless Crying CompleteWhy do I feel like I'm sinking...Tearless Crying Complete11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When my feet are on the ground?
Why do I feel like I'm dying...
When I still hear my heart's sound?
Why do I feel like I'm falling...
When I haven't moved at all?
Why do I feel like I'm weeping...
When I don't see any tears fall?
Why do I feel like I'm on fire...
When my body does not burn?
Why do I feel so alone...
When there are people wherever I turn?
Why do I feel trapped...
When I see no cage?
Why do I feel like an empty book...
When I can read every page?
Why do I feel lost...
When I know exactly where I stand?
Why do I feel so weak...
When I'm supposed to be in command?
Why do I feel like such a bitch...
When my heart tells me that I'm not?
Why do I feel like everything's so cold...
When the temperature is hot?
Why do I feel so hateful...
When I've loved the world before?
Why do I cut myself inside...
When I hate to see the blood pour?
Why am I so confused...
When everything should make sense?
Why do I suddenly want to hurt people...
When I know
True LovePeople don't understand what it means to love someone. Love is not something you can be selfish about. It is a give and take situation, notice give being the first word in that. Love is not about what the person you're with is doing to make you happy, it's about what you're doing to make them happy. Now the person you're with should be thinking along the same lines so it's not a take-take situation on their part.True Love10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
All ideals about love being completely intense and passionate all the time should be thrown away. Love is not an entertainer, it is not going to constantly create excitement and passion. I'm not saying it never will but don't expect it to constantly be exciting. Know that even in the quiet times love is there, even as you do mundane tasks, it is there. If it is true and you are not lying to yourself about it, it will always be there.
I don't believe you can fall out of love with someone because if that happens you never really loved them, you were infatuated yes, but not in lo
hoping for a chance to hope.dear you-don't-even-know-who-i-am,hoping for a chance to hope.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i hope you read this, and if you do, i hope you know exactly what it's about. i hope you look at each syllable and know it's for you in the same way you know the ocean's salty and the sky isn't always blue and how hearts are made for breaking [gravity]. i hope each word burns like swallowing the sun, but i hope after the burn subsides, the warmth steals across your lungs until you're your own secret star. i hope you glow as brightly.
i hope you look at this and somehow see art instead of disaster, look beyond the scribbled out words and ink splatters and see exactly what i'm trying to say. i hope reading this somehow takes the strange out of strangers. i hope after you read it, the landscape of my ribcage will be as familiar as the one of my heart and you won't be afraid to embrace either. i hope now i've opened this door, you aren't scared to walk through it.
and i hope my hopes haven't frightened you, i hope they haven't appeared too large or too da
seventeenIts like I can see you through the pictures inch thick paper, feel your eyes moving and flickering and blinking awake. I keep telling myself I need to think in lines, spectres of form and logic to convince myself youre not really here, in this room, on my bed, asleep and beautiful. Im not really thinking about how in a few seconds Ill go and lie for a while next to your breathing, and Im not picturing myself tracing the cold air as it curves and bends around the angles of your face, to sit lightly on your skin. No, Im not thinking at all, because thoughts are for the calm, and I am restless and silent in this skin. I am less than I imagined Id be, a little more than I wanted but still young. Perhaps I could show you my thoughts, breathe a moment of sheer, heated stupidity and tell you I need you? And maybe it could work, maybe these ghosts would disappear and youd be here, a little tired from drunken escapades and girls and music buseventeen8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
pennyfuckthe earth we lived onpennyfuck6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
had two moons.
i keep remembering
our naked mornings
and our naked nights.
we were the
sound of the ocean.
our liquid sex squirm.
all over the carpet,
when you still sang
and when my heart
i use to think
you were from a city
made of stars,
now you sit in the
dark waiting to be
at least i
still have your
to smile at.
rememberevery time i enter my room, i have to tell myself who i am.remember5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am melissa, i am eighteen years old, and i suck at calculus.
i am melissa, i am eighteen years old, and i am in love.
i am melissa, i am eighteen years old, and i can't wait til the day is over.
i am melissa, i am eighteen years old, and i am sick of being alone.
i am melissa, i am eighteen years old, and i am the fattest fuck on the planet.
i am melissa, i am eighteen years old, and i hate everything about myself to the best of my knowledge.
every time i enter my room, i have to tell myself who i am.
just in case one day,
the person who enters it
isn't the same person as who leaves it.
Words to stone.So many words need be saidWords to stone.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To you, and you alone.
I have the words in my head,
Yet my speech no tone.
In my love for you,
I've already drowned.
For there's nothing to do,
As it drags me down.
I know I have already shown,
My love before yesterday.
They've since turned to stone
And in my chest they stay.
I'm here now, as you know
And for you, fore'er I wait.
Nowhere will I leave to go,
While lost in this state.
But I'm sure you can see
I'm in this pool of black
Only for these stones in me,
Here, they hold me back.
I tell myself don't, no!
And act to forget your smile
Yet my taste bitter as roe
My laughter sweet as bile
Until I speak these words aloud
I know not what to do.
All I know, my heart allowed,
Right now, I can only love you.
If by chance, you read this
And my mind you understand,
Then give to me, your first kiss,
So I may find a place to land.
i scream louder than the windmy arms are stinging something fiercei scream louder than the wind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the soreness singing songs to me
the way you once did
it sounds loud now,
loud and low;
the beauty is fading,
the pain sitting still.
i think we are screaming
nonsense and poems
but the black air will no
longer hear it
my fingers are dripping salt from their backs
axes like they have spines
rigor mortis strikes my face like your
open palm, your open mouth, your
empty, empty words but,
i do not die
it feels wrong to peel these words
from long rows of tree bark
i am the canoe
shaped from birch branches
or curved elm trunks-
green glass bottle
humming in air
waiting to be filled
you are snow
and for once, i will say
that is not enough.
piano key fingersi told him i loved him the day we met.piano key fingers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i went up to him when we were still complete strangers; he was just this boy with eyes the color of the sky on a clear day, and i was some random girl that just happened to be in the same room as him. he didn't look at me until i was standing right in front of him.
"i love you," i said quickly, once we made eye contact.
"i love you, too," he said without pausing.
he gave me unusual gifts.
a box of matches, a ziploc baggie filled with colorful sprinkles, a dead goldfish, and three ice cubes. (actually it was just a glass of water but he told me the ice cubes melted before he got to my house).
"what do they mean?"
he hestitated before answering. "they mean i love you, just in a different language."
he never used the word blue.
instead it was azure or teal or turquoise or indigo. he said that they were prettier words and they only had one meaning. blue could mean sad, but people never said that they were feeling especially azure today.
First kiss..First kiss..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She fell in love with a boy quite young.
Her heart he held tight.
His quiet words could comfort her fears,
help her forget her years of tears.
She loved him with a passion,
so deep not even the ocean could compare.
And his love for her was equal,
Though one night this "life" became too much,
with images of death,
he did not think,
was in a rush.
He must have been blinded by his sadness..
For that was the only way he could miss...
miss the fact that her love was stilll there,
Burning bright like a fire.
But soon his descision was down to the wire.
In sadness she heard the next day,
that with us her one love did not stay.
Oh how much she cried,
mourning the loss.
One life gone,
a beautiful love lost.
She sits now sad,
Her love gone to a better place,
He took his life
and others tried to take theirs,
but alone she sits,
Though what she sees
is what she will miss,
Everything they never got to have...
Their First Kiss.
collab: this berlin wallit's just the ocean knockingcollab: this berlin wall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the back door again
long fingernails curving in
and under windowpanes. the
month worn so proudly as a
death statement chokes our
throats with a cellophane, a
bow-legged reminder runs screeching
through the troposphere.
it's just the seasons
dying through these changes, lost
in the beauty of graying
skies and asphyxiated leaves.
we are as lonely
as they come because nothing
past time will visit us
and the waters do nothing but
recede from our decaying shores.
angrily, the river
swells from its bed
waking from plaguing
nightmares. with legs
as long as new york city,
i am surprised you could not
wade us out of this.
maple trees hidden
in closets, under beds,
we wake to find
molding leaves drying
in our hair and
tepid water seeps from
between our arthritic fingers while
these memories evaporate
from our turgid brains. the cities
scream at us from caverns
below but we can't hear them
through the walls your
heavy thoughts have built
pathos as a punchlineand then, mid-rinse, it hit me.pathos as a punchline7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's something a touch more troubling
about quiet desperation
showing its face during the
familiar & commonplace.
weeping in the shower; fully lathered,
red-eyed in the mirror;
shaving cream scattered,
small cut crowning
a procession of teeth.
crying at breakfast;
full stack of pancakes
cooling on the table.
miserable at brunch;
spinach quiche crumbles
collecting on the chin.
it's a fully realized sadness
fit to laugh at, on the screen.
it's a swallowing despair
to bear in skin.
Small Damask HatAs always, at a past part, Small Damask Hat lass starts a yarn. That lass walks a tarmac park path past a grassy lawn, a canal and a tram track. At hand, a bag that has Grans snacks.Small Damask Hat7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Grand Bad Afghan paws at that lass, asks, That sack grasps what?
Grans snacks, Small Damask Hat says, and acts standard.
Grand Bad Afghan says, Grab many daffs and flax and snapdragns and a pansy. Gran has tfancy plants.
A-star plan, says Small Damask Hat and at that, that lass salsas away, happy.
Grand Bad Afghan darts away.
At Grans flat Gran lays, sad, wants Grand-lass and all snacks that lass can carry.
Rat-a-tat-tat at hard jamb plank.
Am at back, Gran says.
Grand Bad Afghan grabs Gran and Gran bawls, Away! Grand Bad Afghan, away.
Nay, Gran says Grand Bad Afghan and has Gran as a snack.
Grand Bad Afghan has G
fourteenYou hardly ever even breathefourteen6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you love how it feels to be nothing more than skin and skeleton-- and nothing,
not even air in your lungs, can make you give that up.
You hate more than anything
Having your tears smudge away your eyeliner
because if you have to be broken, you could at least be beautiful, too.
Everyone says there are too many beautiful boys, who steal hearts just to leave them on their bedroom floors. You wonder where they all could be, because the boys here take hearts without asking and store them in airtight Mason jars (up on high shelves, forever.) Just like your friends caught bees in Ziploc bags back in third grade, watching their lacy wings twitch and letting them suffocate. And just like that, all the boys let you die, pretty honeybees in plastic.
You hated every part of the beach except the
little snaking path where the ocean met the sand,
salty lace foam and rough rocks, where the sea kissed the land and, if you just stand still, you can sink into the eart