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'
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.
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.
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
piano key fingersi told him i loved him the day we met.piano key fingers7 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.
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
CelloCelloCello9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drip like honey,
Oozing slurred harmony
As the tails of horses
Draw across silver
Of trembling cords.
How to heal a broken heart.How to heal a broken heart:How to heal a broken heart.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not write love poems.
Forgive yourself for the one morning you didn't kiss him awake while the alarm clock rang.
Let yourself cry when you realise you don't remember the last time he said "I love you".
And again, when you know exactly when you said "I love you" last, and it didn't matter to him anymore.
Do not count days between the last time he saw you naked and the night he told you he hadn't been happy for months.
And don't ask yourself what that last time meant to him.
Delete the songs you know you'll never be able to listen to again.
And his number from your phone.
And the text in which he calls you sweetie, and asks when you'll be home.
Save the emails in which he tells you that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, but promise yourself not to read them for at least ten years. It will still hurt then, but it will hurt less.
Avoid the bus that you took to get to him.
Call your best friend at 3 am just to hear her voice.
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earthyou can't feel through fabric7 years ago in Other More Like This
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Medication in the key of...I felt something move, just a moment ago...Medication in the key of...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In fits and starts and baby steps,
it made its way into the open.
I sat alone, in the dark,
and stared at the sky.
Body, quiet & still; mind, spinning.
(perhaps, in time with the earth's rotation.)
Believe me when I say
I never know what I'm doing,
but I always know how I'm feeling.
Tonight, I appreciate the cold.
Tomorrow, I'll miss the shoulder I could cry on.
Every passing second
takes a part of me with it.
Every word I write
makes me a little harder
So, drink yourself to sleep -
I can watch stars
burn out as good
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
sleep-talk.sleep-talk.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
isnt it curious how your fingers fit perfectly between each of my sclerous ribs, or how your breath mimics mine with belated accuracy
(count each breath and youll run out of fingers.)
dont you remember the fairytales?
(and they both lived happily ever after, until after ran out and the monogamy became as non-existent as the magic.)
you were never one for myths. with discerning eyes, youd plant kisses along the ridges of my back
across my shoulders
and the hollow beneath my jaw, questioning my pastel skin and every involuntary blink.
I am not a myth. Id breathe.
Even when my back wore naught but jutting wing bones, a street of s
emotions with longer names"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names11 years ago in Teen More Like This
"I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
"Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
"I don't know what to say." Her voice was quieter than normal, and scarlet stop signs were ebbing at her cheeks.
"Say anything," he commanded in a voice heavy with anticipation. His vowels were richer than a gourmet bagel caked in strawberry cheesecake cream cheese.
She bit her lip, and he could see the cartoon bubble appearing above her furrowed brow—I'm thinking.
"John Cusack," she whispe
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
you can't make them love you.He is beautiful, new, unexplored. He has wanted to kiss her ever since they met one week ago and fell prey to helpless chemistry.you can't make them love you.7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dont, she says, moving her hands in a subconscious yes pattern along his arm as he rubs his cheek against hers. You dont even know my favourite colour. The wind cuts through her thin jacket, and his chest is so warm.
Red, he guesses, improbably correct. His ears are cold.
And how many dogs do I have?
Two, he says, and she laughs wildly at his luck as he nuzzles her neck.
Im trying to save you, she tells him, pushing fruitlessly against his broad shoulders. So you dont wa
reminders i carry in my hand:dear me,reminders i carry in my hand:7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you do not have a terrible heart. you do not
have sad eyes and love is not a war you need
to win. sometimes i feel like disappearing, but
we are never really alone.
every now and then, you can close your eyes
and still find your way. remember to breathe
because you did not sink a paper boat and you
are not floating underwater. you already know
the answer to the question you are looking for.
remember the small things, like the writing in
the borders of pages. see the things that
everyone else misses. listen to your thoughts
and then lose yourself.
laugh until it makes you cry. see things you've
never seen in people before. stop worrying about
your hair and call him just to say i miss you.
do something different and you will be surprised.
let yourself enjoy the sunrise. try and say toy-
boats ten times in a row without tangling it up.
have silly conversations about cows eating grass
off your bed in your room.
you are never r
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
Yeah, No, Forget itThere goes my last chanceYeah, No, Forget it8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flittering out the window
Casually, slowly, so easy to catch
But my net is covered in bells
Best not to alert anyone
Best not to lift it
Best to leave it alone
Something I never should have wanted
Let it disappear