High TeaHigh Tea7 years ago in Teen More Like This
I clamber up the ladder, stepping carefully onto the roof. "Hey, what are you doing up here?"
She smiles at me in a sunny way and pats the shingles, inviting me to sit down. "I'm being destructive."
"Oh, yeah?" Actively avoiding looking over the edge, I perch gingerly beside her, pressing my fingers into the folds of her t-shirt. "What are we destroying?"
I notice the big cardboard box in her lap for the first time, and she grins, reaching in with both hands, and gently lifts out a miniature porcelain teapot, with a lacy pattern of soft blue flowers.
My breath catches. "It's beautiful."
She laughs almost giddily, and I look at her warily. "I know." And, she throws it.
I watch it in its slow-motion reckless fall, and the tragic crash as it hits the driveway doesn't ring louder than my shriek of surprise and horror.
She misinterprets it for approval, and brings out another, a red-and-white Chinese pot, small and round and lovely, and I can't even find a voice to mourn as it tumbles to it
Smile.You walk sideways when you're flirting so that you can give your fullSmile.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
attention. I like to watch you in action because you're beautiful and
talented, and everyone knows to feel loved when they have your eyes
turned in their direction.
I like it best when you smile because your eyes often
wander away, like you're not sure why you're smiling to begin
with. It seems gentle and sarcastic, and I love it.
You are easily the most forgiving person that I have ever
known. We still talk like we always have, despite everything I put
you through. You still laugh when I say something stupid, and you're
still the person most enthusiastic about my love life.
I love bringing my boys around you because you love to approve
them. I can always trust you to be excited. I can always
trust you to be honest. I can always trust you to make me blush.
I can always trust you to care.
Despite how often you screamed and I cried, and I
screamed and you cried, I still adore you. I see myself in you,
and it helps me n
The massacre they fell without permission,The massacre8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
their final journey was not their say.
Their gruesome end was without compassion,
and no one should die that way.
Some go to school to learn and listen,
but some just don't listen to the words.
They feel self pity and oppression,
they live by rules of the absurd.
A ticking bomb always inside their minds,
Indeniablement StupideIndeniablement Stupide10 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You'd be surprised to hear
where I am right now. I'm
a little surprised myself to be
here. I'm bleeding on this
paper. 3-hole punchers
are dangerous. Oh, wide eyes.
How do I know? I can see
your reaction. You forget
how well I know you. Do
you remember how you
kissed me back when
things were perfect? I do.
I can still taste them. How
often I'd press my lips
on paper to get your black
lipstick off and hang my
little imprints on the wall.
My mom always asked who
I'd kissed, and if I was
a lesbian. I'd just sigh
and roll over, mumbling
something about being too
tired to talk. And she'd
give a twin sigh and
slam my door. I know she
always hoped I'd follow
her out and apologize. But
my pride is phlegm
I have to spit out
because it's too big and disgusting to swallow.
But we kissed; oh! the
kisses. How lovely they
were. So casual, like hugs,
something that we never
expected to get stared at
for. I loved the taste of
Tootsie Pops that was always
on your lips. You shared
those suckers with me
the sound of settle.I dont quite remember if it was the grenades in your eyes,the sound of settle.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or the roses in your mouth,
the made the sound of settling,
But to realize,
on your part,
that there is no such thing,
as shelter from the storm,
must make you wonder,
what does it sound like to settle?
The covered scream,
and flashing light,
and frothing at the mouth,
compromised me murder,
it made the sound of settling,
and so what,
if i contradict myself.
I settled for you,
i left my dreams behind,
i wont see you...
and this is what its like to settle.
and with your eyes locking mine,
with your hands and your lips,
with your mouth,
and your mind,
you have helped me find out,
what it sounds like to settle.
Watching you sleep,
hearing you breathe,
the length of your body,
and the feel of your skin on mine,
kissing your lips,
and helping you make your ego grow,
spending days la
My Hatred of All Living...No higher love than selfMy Hatred of All Living...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No greater hatred than life
No sign of mental health
No reason to be alive
Except the irony of it all;
Self-defiling slow erosion
At day's end,
This is all I've left;
No purpose for higher purpose
No reason to follow through
This day into tomorrow,
No love of mine, No love for you
Only the irony of self-subsistence;
I know I have earned
I swear I've deserved
The self spares no solace,
Confronted by truths,
The promise of tomorrow's
The folly of youth.
Unsave MeU n s a v e m eUnsave Me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Steal away the softness from my eyes.
I want your fingerprints on my thighs,
The rainbows you leave there
When I taste your blood on my lips.
Make me beg.
Feed me the emptiness I crave,
Please- kiss me with your teeth.
Fill my head with your throat-sounds,
To chase away the void.
I cannot stand your gentle hands.
They stroke so tenderly,
And though I ache for you
To score with pointed fingertips
The smooth skin of my hips,
You do not.
Bruise away my bitter deeds
Like I long of you.
Rid me of damned innocence,
Flay me with my longing
My raspy yes is barbed within my throat.
Red welts on ivory skin,
Black oceans of bliss
Your name, carved deep enough to scar.
These things I want-
For you to make me nothing,
Free me from myself,
Blind me so that I may see you,
Choke me so that I may breathe.
U n s a v e m e.
Johnny And Dib MeetIt was early but already dark out when Johnny C. came to the park and sat down on the stone bench. He was wearing a black shirt with a picture of Happy Noodle Boy with a purple background. The long sleeves had thick black and white stripes. His pants, like his sleeves, had thick black and white stripes. Black leather boots came up to his knees and they steel, cloven toes. The slight wind made the two strands of nearly-black blue hair that fell in front of his face go into his eyes, causing him to blink.Johnny And Dib Meet8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Johnny absentmindedly turned a plastic spork over in his hands. He had just gone to the Taco Smell that they had there. It was the first time that he had had tacos in this city and it took him a long time to find the place, but he was glad that he hadnt run into any trouble while there. He really only wanted a taco and not some idiot calling him something or pushing him. On the way out he forgot to throw out the spork and kept it.
He looked up at the dark sky. He could only see a
TorontoArriving late to the city which is bathed in lifeToronto10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is light here even at this late hour
The sky is lined with buildings which reach
Further then my eyes had yet to conceive
The air smells different here, breathing brings joy
Spilled from the bus to lit street devoid of traffic
Joining the hotel the room before moving to eat
At early hours a meal long yet coming and tastes
Of liberation from this previous life
Morning light with heat which wavers in the world
A city on the edge of a lake a breeze to my very soul
Nothing is like this from my life, the view from the tower
Shows this realm which I feel should belong to me
The people, the places the feel of the city a week
Is not enough, to leave is to rip myself apart
Time is not enough to explore it all, Yonge street
Stretches into distances unimagined to my space
Downtown is to be my space, with bars and shops
Days Inn to be my home, from which each morning
Born into new earthly pleasure we emerge to cross the street
To Golden Girdle
Shoe PolishMy saddle shoes click together in perfect symmetry, like a photograph waiting to be taken of a little Catholic school girl in a big, bright place. The linoleum blinds me.Shoe Polish8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"It's tragic," My voice strikes me as cold and curt, like an ice cube stuck to my tongue, "how utterly disenchanted I am with you."
I say this with my eyes on my feet with their flawless geometry. My downcast gaze has nothing to do with fear or meekness. My eyes are just bored with looking at you.
I've been longing to do only that for months. I just wanted to look at you, because your beauty radiates like supernovas - destructive and brilliant and inevitable.
But, now that I'm standing in front of you, my eyes dislike you. But, so does the rest of me.
"What do you mean?" It would be adorable how confused you sound if your tongue knew something other than fallacies and confectioner's sugar.
I don't answer, tilting my head a little to the side to admire the way your black-and-white shoes match my black-and-white shoes.
DeafenDeafen11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blind the two way glass
Deafen the music
Shut your eyes close tight
Hope the letting lasts
Take the foil, unwrap it so
Consume the sky you withold
Attach the dog to its leash
Lock the jail cell
Do you hate me yet?
Or do the knives stop in mid-air?
Aimed toward my blind
Let the cutains fall
Show your costume off
Dance the dance of naive tales
Wish it all away
Or rip it to pieces
Follow the path once circled
I will be the radius.
I'M.FAKEI'M.FAKE11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You walk all over me,
Calling me names.
Who are You to judge me,
When You are the same.
Living Dead BoyLiving Dead Boy11 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was dark and stormy when it happened. When I turned into what I am. What am I? I don't even know, but people fear me. I cannot even walk the streets anymore, for people shriek in terror, and run away. I cause too much attention to myself, walking the streets. That of which I do not need.
I can't even by food anymore. Though I do not need to eat, for it satisfies me none, I like the taste in my mouth, but the shrieks of terror and horror kept me away from the stores. So now I sit, day in and day out, not sleeping, watching the sun rise and fall with each passing day.
I have no real friends, no company of which to talk to, to confide in, I have no one to tell my secrets. I once did, back before I was like a monster. I used to play and frolic with my friends. I used to always have a girl under my arms, clinging to me, gazing at me with loving eyes. Now no body will touch me, let alone look at me.
Though I cannot feel anymore, I can still remember. I remember days I'd hang out
But I'm Just a KidBut I'm Just a Kid11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to run away somewhere
To someone I don't know
I want to leave this place
But I have nowhere to go
I want to say I love him
But I'm so afraid I don't
I want to be all grown up
But I'm just a kid
I'll never be free
To be anything I want to be
I'll never lead my own life
An angst teenage with too much strife
I want to hide the bruises
From all my fights and wars
To cover up the scars and cuts
On the body they adore
I want to bleed to death
So I can have the last laugh
I'll never have that laugh...
My voice is gone
And I'm to weak
To sing or dance like I once did
To laugh and joke
To be a kid
My life is gone
And so am I
Sometimes I wish
That I'd just die
Monologue: The MirrorMonologue: The Mirror11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Dear Journal. I looked at myself in the mirror today. My brown hair pulled back, my eyes still red from minutes ago. Dried up tear stains on my cheeks. I couldn't help it journal. It's been weeks since I last cried about him. Weeks! But all of a sudden, it all came back to me...But I wasn't sad. I'm not sad. Im angry. I'm angry at him, at myself, at everyone around me. I...I looked at myself in the mirror today. I looked at what's inside. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe...oh I dont know...maybe I do need some help. There was one thing I noticed afterwards though, and it wasnt that my hand hurt terribly, becuase in all seriousness....i couldnt feel it. All I could feel was my hate, and my sadness. All I could feel is my undying will to hurt myself. But as I sat and thought about it... I noticed it was not me I wanted to hurt, but them. Maybe I'm going insane. Maybe not. But I dont ever want to feel like I did. I dont ever want to break a mirror with my bare hands again.
Mona Lisa"Are you in love with her?"Mona Lisa8 years ago in Teen More Like This
The question came quietly on the soft crash of dusk into the cul de sac, on the gently-rising smoke curling from the ends of our cigarettes, on the glint of setting sun off the burgundy car on which we sat cross-legged. His head was bent, eyes hidden in the shadow of a brim hat, his soft mouth a bracing frown.
I watched his thin wrist flick lightly, long fingers tapping ashes onto the pavement. I didn't have to think about my answer. "Yes."
He flinched, as if I had just screamed the word into his ear as a curse or a condemnation. His eyes found my face, blue in all the ways I liked and all the ways I didn't. "Then what are we even doing here?"
It was now my turn to flinch, but I stopped it before the impulse escaped my brain. With a slow breath, I pressed my cigarette between my lips, looking directly into the sun until my eyes started to melt, and salene slipped lightly from one of them. I let it remain cool on my cheek in the autumn breeze, turning to smil
ColumbusThere is a photo of you and me on a tour bus in Washington, D.C.Columbus8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My head is on your shoulder, and
your cheek is pressed against my hair, we smile as we sleep,
our hands entwined between us like they are glued together with our tears and
sweat and saliva and blood - everything we've shared, everything we
touched each other with.
Back then, for me, every day was Columbus Day.
I liked your smiles, but I always preferred the moments between
them, when your blue (oh! were they blue!) eyes were cast at the
floor. Was that you being timid? You being sad? Thoughtful? I never
thought to ask. I was so selfish. You were so beautiful.
I loved you hovering over me, chest heaving as you tried to breathe
and kiss me at the same time. I tried to get closer to you, and
we would tangle in the sheets around us, losing track of everything
because our bodies pressed together were the only things that
mattered, until our parents realized we had been alone together too
long, and we tore apart in a
GothsGoths7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I'm not going to discuss Goth wannabes here, just true Goths... Except to point out the difference.
With true Goths, the attitude came before the outfits.
With wannabes, the outfits came first. The attitude might not exist.
A Goth begins with the realization that "normal" is not good enough.
They begin to understand that they don't fit in with the people around them, that there is something wrong. That the perceptions of the people around them don't match the reality that they see. The true Goth is not in rebellion against the world, they are merely living in a larger world than most.
This is why a Goth might be impatient with so-called "normal" people- they do not accept walls, and have little tolerance for those that do. And no tolerance whatever for those who would impose walls on the Goth.
A Goth is merely an intelligent, creative individual who refuses to believe that they should accept any limits other than those limits imp
May DayPerfect skin frames the luxurious hole that has formed itself flamingMay Day8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a child's forehead. Surprise decorates a young face that will
never move again. Hello. Hello, pistol. Hello, lifedeathendbeginning
How did we happen so quickly and stop and what can we
Silence is the key to beautiful things and bombs are
dripping like rain from the gutters that are fighter planes
and dark skin makes you an enemy. Cover your face and PRAY
because you're a sinner and we'resalvationfora
Stop signs are cracked octagons of blood red fluorescence
and little girls on scooters reflect themselves along the street
in a sad attempt to stay alive but why do we bother
Endings are not unusual and a crisp flag that has never
seen battle offers itself as a blanket for a mahogany chest of
treasures not realized before they were lost, buried forever loving
beneath fresh soil and a cool tombstone and we're uncaring about
The world is cruelty the life of animalsmineralsvegetables 20 questions
I.THINK.I.LOVE.YOUI.THINK.I.LOVE.YOU11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn't think i needed You,
I didn't think i cared,
But once i walked away,
I realized i was scared.
Scared to let You see me cry,
Scared to let myself go,
Scared because i actually needed someone.
Someone who i could let see me cry.
Some one that was there.
And You were.
Even when we weren't together,
Even when i wasn't there You cared.
You lifted me up and helped me through.
Through my fears.
Through my tears.
And stuck with me all along.
So now i'm not afraid any more,
Not to let go,
Not to be all the things You were to me,
So what i'm really trying to say,
Is i love You.
As I Dream...As I Dream...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She watched the yellow lines fly by the window as she looked out to her left. The sun was just rising and turned the black pavement and orange-gray color. She didn't exactly know where they were but they didn't really care anyway. All they knew was that they were on the right road to wherever they were going. And that didn't matter either, as long as wherever they were going was away from that hellhole of a town. The sun peaked over the tops of the rows of corn stalks and reflected off of the black van. She heard movement from the mattress in the back and smiled. Jack came up and sat in the passenger seat next to her. "Where are we?" He tiredly croaked out. She looked at him and smiled "I have no idea." "That works" He smiled back. "Well now that YOU are up…its time for her to wake up too." She said as she turned the volume knob up on the dashboard. AFI had been softly playing over the speakers and was now turned up so loud the map flew to the floor. The Days of the Phoenix was just be
Through Thick And ThinThrough Thick And Thin11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Through Thick and Thin"
I'll wipe the tears from your face when your sad.
I want to be the one who makes you laugh.
Every morning, when you wake up.
You are my angel in this dream of love.
Through the thick and the thin.
I'll get to you somehow.
Through these narrow passages and dead ends.
I will reach you somehow.
No matter what.
No matter how.
No matter what comes.
I'll get to you.
I'll send you a letter of the obvious.
I'm coming home, I'm coming home for us.
And you fix, your hair, to the perfect way you want.
You don't, have to, impress me now.
This lonely road leads me, to the heaven where you'll be.
You are my angel, and you watch over me.
And where you are, is where I wanna be.
And where you are, is where I wanna be.
Tu As FaitWhen her eyes meet mine, I'm surprised by their lack of depth. For a moment, there is nothing, and then a smile lights on her mouth, and she embraces me.Tu As Fait8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I wrap my arms tightly around her, realizing the fallacy of her joy, and I wonder, hope, pray that, if my warmth can alleviate her cold, she will no longer be so hollow. I wonder if I can fill her heart. I wonder if it's beating.
She asks how I am, but my throat closes, and I seem to have forgotten how to speak. I smile and shrug.
She is so thin. I ponder the bones that jut from the edges of her scarred wrists. I can tell her skirt has been hemmed, and even so, it hangs loose around her hips, and she hitches it up with a careless impatience, like she does it often.
"What happened to you?" escapes my lips in a whisper before I can bite my tongue.
The brightness that she has forced into her eyes dims, and then fails, and the dark circles beneath them seem to stand out. She smiles again, grimly, and I think of death. Quietly, she says, "