Would You...?If I told you I loved you,Would You...?6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Would you give me the sky?,
Would you look up at God,
And tell Him it's mine?
If I told you I loved you,
Would you give me the stars?,
The ones as bright as your eyes are?
If I told you I loved you,
Would you look at me here,
And tell me to shout it,
So the world could hear?
If I told you I loved you,
Would you stay?,
When you find out who I am,
Why I act this way?
No, I think You'll leave,
And say 'Goodbye',
And leave me alone,
To sit here and cry
Bleach: naruhina crackhinata: that was the nicest episode of Bleach I've seen 'crying'Bleach: naruhina crack5 years ago in Humor More Like This
naruto: i love that pairing.
naruto: yeah, ichihime reminds me of us. its awsom, looks like i wasn't the only one in this world that didn't notice a girls true feelings until she confessed, i hope they end up with eachother.
(some where else)
ichigo: i love naruhina, THEY RULE!!! the good thing is i love my love towards orihime, and naruhina showed me the on the first move on orihime, how ironic, that i took the notice on orihime's feelings rite after the episode that hinata took the chance on confessing to naruto. i wonder my hime-chan is?
stockholm syndrome.(sometimes i wonder if i'll ever let go,stockholm syndrome.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even though i already know.)
and i realized today just how much i know and
just how much you poison every breath i take
and it just doesnt make sense.
why do thoughts of you run through my mind like blood in my veins
just when i think youre finally gone for good?
oh God, why,
do i almost want things back to the way they were,
if only to
kill the pain and
erase the thoughts and
drown the poison and
reconnect from the fallout
that tore it all apart?
this is what i wanted.
i swear this is what i wanted.
but tonight you haunt me.
tonight these words, these echoes, wont let go.
so i trace my fingers across the sand
and i begin to list everything that reminds me of you.
purple. your favorite color was purple. you made it my own, and i held on to that piece of you longer than any other.
(and even now i wonder why it belonged the two people i was closest to in this world, too.)
you always loved cats, and you love
The Cloud Generator - IThe Cloud Generator - I4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I first met him on a hill where I used to go quite often to paint landscapes. It was a small hill but it stood out from the surrounding plain and gave an infinite view all around. The feeling was in a way crushing... the vastness of the great plain, the silence around, broken only by the occasional storms... and I must tell you, a storm in these places can rush over the grounds like a plow in an empty field.
So yeah, I first met him there, while I was installing my canvas. He was a kid like any other, medium built, bright hair that turned almost white in the sun. I've never seen him before and I wondered about it, since the next nearest village was somewhat far away. He was intently staring at the sky towards a huge cumulus cloud that slowly changed shape like a fluid cauliflower. It took him a full minute to notice me and when he did, he turned and grinned as if I had something funny on my face. But then he turned right back and resumed his observation and after a while I knew that I
because we won't wake up.it's a messed up world of messed up people, and this is how we live and die.because we won't wake up.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it's been exactly two-hundred ninety one days since he last drew the blade across his arms like the bow of a demon's violin, and it gets harder every day. he still breaks and he still falls and he can still be found on the floor at two in the morning, talking to himself and screaming at voices that no one else hears.
(but at least his scars have faded.)
she starves herself and vomits air because no one tells her she's strong enough and pretty enough and good enough to be alive.
he tells himself he is going to hell one day, and he is scared to death. but he doesn't pray because he's afraid Heaven would be ashamed to claim him as Its own.
she doesn't believe in God.
and they live.
he pretends his eyes aren't lifeless, and she pretends she is not empty.
(no one else really knows the difference anyway.)
he pretends that he'll wake up one day and it won't hurt quite as much, and she pretends that there's no such th
i am the trigger.i'm sick of beingi am the trigger.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hardwired heartbeat
when you're already
healing your scars.
(i just need
to be loved like you.)
but i am the trigger
that sets you on fire
and erases the stars
from your satin sky.
so you find your faith
in phantom hurricanes
and seal it shut
with alien melodies,
and you bury yourself
seventeen feet under
with the bones and the ashes
of who i used to be.
defining this life.between physics textbooks and calculus homework, we are found.defining this life.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we are the clutter and chaos of numbers and equations, exponents and variables, that conquer the pages once meant for the shadowy sighs of poetry.
we are the laws undiscovered, the phantoms that defy gravity and the speed of light.
we are the planets in orbit around an unknown sun.
we are the poltergeistic fog that gathers in valleys far beneath the cloud-splattered blue.
we are the laughter that means nothing and the school bells that bind us from reaching beyond this lifetime.
we are the written and spoken word, the song, the ghosts of hallways and seashells drifting on the shore.
we are the skeletons that lie buried beneath centuries of life and death and decay.
we are the silent and the screaming, the rising and the falling.
we are the moment that writhes between the cracks and folds in the sweaty palms of our clenched fists.
and we are ready.
MamaToldMeToLoveTheMonstersMama, I am afraid of the fires.MamaToldMeToLoveTheMonsters6 years ago in Horror More Like This
When I was a child the flames used to lick up my walls and leave burned-black saliva trails. I would peek through the door cracks to see if my things had been devoured yet, and then I would press my back against the wood and slide all the way down to the cold floor. I would wake up on the same floor with bruises under my chin from falling out of bed, and falling out of bed. I looked like an abused child while I was watching television on the white leather couch.
Mama, I am afraid of the wolves.
When I was a child the windows would go blank chalkboard slate and I would stand in the middle of the room, teaching myself to breathe. The branches were scratching to get in with their husky claws, their bark fingers; but the wolf was already behind me. When I screamed he snatched my white-socked foot in his jaws and punctured through my skin and my metatarsals. When I woke up my socks were missing and the blood-red wound had given way to pink baby skin; it crash
TransatlanticismI feel I am dreaming with the way your lips curve upward from behind frowning eyes, with the way your skin brushes warmly against mine, tomorrow I will not wake. I am drunk with the beat beat beating of your pulse and the way it melts into mine, and while I swim through the lullabies of your too soft voice I will struggle to keep from falling, because you are pulling me into waters too deep for me to resurface. Maybe I won't want to.Transatlanticism5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You breathe light, like clouds lingering sweetly in the air while you watch patiently as I pluck stars from the Milky Way to match the ones in your eyes. I will lock them away in a glass jar and make them shine for me the way your eyes do, then I will lock the secret smile you will give me in my heart because I know I may never see it again.
There are too many things to say, too many tangled truths. You are close, but not nearly enough as you stand a hair's breadth out of reach. We are spelled by the magic of sleepless nights while
the waiting room.the walls are painted yellow, and the lighting is dimmed in a vain effort to mask their ugliness. the chairs are red and i am blue and through the glass is a blinding white that pretty much ruins everything. i am afraid and conflicted and spinning and waiting waiting waiting. there is a blood red bible on the table amongst the clutter of magazines and uselessness. i smile a little, but i'm too afraid to actually pick it up.the waiting room.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
a man in an ugly yellow shirt that matches the ugly yellow walls is sitting in one of the ugly mismatched chairs. together, we are alone and silent, but not for long.
"what does that mean?"
i look up at him.
"to write love on her arms?" he asks, nodding to my [not-ugly] shirt. "what does it mean?"
i tell him it means hope and meaning and purpose and life, and he smiles.
"thanks for the sign," he whispers. then he writes the six words on his left hand and i find hope and meaning and purpose and life in him.
we are both wordless for a momen
come in closer.you come from acrosscome in closer.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the universe, darling, and
you spread a silence
in my mind. (come in
closer.) the tiny people
and cars below us
hum softly as they
come and go. we speak in half-
hushed voices as if
we might awaken
the frozen october moon
with just our fragile
in closer.) you tell me that
there is no way to
fall from here unless
i truly wanted to, but
trust me, darling, i
don't. (come in closer.)
i just wish i could shatter
the surface of these
oceans that lie between us,
but i have no words:
you have stolen the
poetry from my breath and
offered it all to
the falling stars that
i swear we could catch tonight
if we tried. (and i
promise i won't mind.)
hello, stranger.when i find you,hello, stranger.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will know you
by your sunken heart
and sunburst eyes.
i will know you
by the way your bones
writhe beneath your skin
when you speak your fragile words
i will know you
by your chaotic mind
and emotional ocean tide.
i will know you
by the way your fingertips
forget to remember
what it means
and on the rainest of days,
i will call your name
and we will fall together
into your purple-river veins.
and i will show you
that your stormy-night misery
was never worth the pain
and your october leaves
were never meant to change.
and when i find you,
i will know you,
we are one.
kaleidoscope.Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.kaleidoscope.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a disease to my mind. You make me stumble and fall and vomit in confusion because I don't know how to feel and I can't stand it. Control is my obsession.
But you are also curiosity and maybe even some kind of messed up beauty, and I think I might be okay with that much.
Today I am indigo; today you are my vertigo.
I can't pull myself t
if.if hope is a desert,if.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then i am an hourglass,
and this sand
in shades of
but i am not.
because we are all just
cardboard boxes and
on the side
of the road
except for you.
so i'm glad
aren't on our side,
just this once
you can step out
of the gutter
and string yourself
to the sky
solstice.i'll hold you like thesolstice.4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
last thread of winter, and i
swear this time i'll love.
a snowflake burning,
the whole world turning, i'll live
just to watch you dream.
philosophy.and i'm thinking it's timephilosophy.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to open our eyes.
this world is not war,
this world is a fear of love
that kills us inside
and leaves us to decide
that we'd rather watch them die
than look into their eyes
and we're alive
friday.5am conversationsfriday.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a river and railroad
can show that things may never
and that is where
but i stumble
at this crossing
between love and loss,
because they have the same eyes,
the same stare,
an identical pair,
but one is an ocean
and the other
i'm not crazy,
we're not crazy,
i and you and we,
we are just breathing,
i think i'm finally
we are just
moths and butterflies,
two and one,
turning in the burning sun,
and so maybe i'm
not worth more than
a couple rhymes
and a summer solstice,
these are the words
that i could never write
because they are too loud for the page
Ichihimecrack:Ichigo on vaigraIchigo: Man this headache is killing me.Ichihimecrack:Ichigo on vaigra5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Urahara: Kurosaki-san, need an aspirin?
Urahara: here take some. 'gives him the 'aspirin''
Ichigo: thanks 'swollows it'
a few minutes later
Ichigo: what the hell is-'see orihime from a distance'...Inoue.
Ichigo: hey everyone I'm-'sees orihime sitting' um...'gasps'
Rukia: ichigo...are you ok?
Renji: 'while holding Rukia' ichigo whats with you?
ichigo: 'biting his lip'
Orihime: are you o-
Ichigo: MAH LUV!!!!!!
social anxiety II.the knot in my chestsocial anxiety II.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with each word
i must force out
you compliment me
but all i can do
is give a half-hearted smile
and keep the breakdown inside
i miss you
and you miss me
but i can't seem to laugh
the way we used to
you let me cry
on your shoulder
but now we don't
even look each other's way
i'm so sorry darling
i'm tired of bawling
on the bathroom floor
makeup runs /
eyes swell /
questioning stares /
pills can only get us
before we dizzy up
and all fall down .
Will YouWill you sit up from yesterday til tomorrow just to watch the sunrise with me?Will You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you still love me even when I did
and the circles around my eyes darken
My skin looks a little paler
My mind a little slower
Will you still love me if I become thinner?
If something goes wrong I my waist shrinks
Will you still love me when I'm round
So big with child
That I can no longer put my own socks and shoes on?
Will you still love me
Can you imagine if I were to gain weight
She tells me it's going to happen
Once I have a child that is
It's in my blood
Will you sit around and talk about stupid things until we both pass out
Will you be jealous if I snuggle with a woman?
Will you still love me if I flirt with women
When I miss you?
Will you wait for me?
Wait until I can be with you?
Or will you leave
Will you love me despite the idiocy I constantly write
Can you deal with how stupid I can be?
How I worked on things until the dawn arose?
The sky is a pretty pale blue-grey
Will you love me dispite my
hello, love.hello, love.hello, love.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there will be days that it feels like this.
please know that you are not worthless.
please know that you are not alone.
please know that you are loved.
it gets better.
it will be okay.
that does not mean every day will be easy, but that reminds you that you are alive:
the ache in your chest is just a ghost of the miracles of your lungs, your heart, your veins, your bones, and - perhaps especially - your mind.
you are alive.
never forget that.
never lose sight of that.
never give that precious gift away.
you have a story to tell and people to love.
let that help you breathe.
remembering sunday.The only way he knows to forgive is to place the blame in someone elses hands. So he raises his face to the sky and curses everything around him until his tears fall like the rain that now soaks his skin. Then he wraps his fingers around the neck of the bottle and drowns it all away so that its nothing but a hum in his minds blurry song of nothing but a discordant melody of memoriesremembering sunday.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She always tells him it will all be okay, even when she knows that it wont be. In that respect, this is just another one of those moments, and it seems like it is, the way she sees herself reflected in his eyes, the reassuring smile that is secretly quivering somewhere inside her, somewhere he cant see. She takes his hand and curls into him, warmth and silk and honey and roses twirling through her senses. She tells herself and him that she loves him, and shes almost convinced them both now. She tells herself its beautiful and she truly believes that it is,
Three words- No meaningThree words- No meaning5 years ago in General More Like This
Three Words- No Meaning
I just realized I love you.
I know, I always have said 'I love you', but they were only words. I didn't mean it, then. I'm sorry for lying, but does it count as lying if I didn't even know it at the time? Whether or not it does, I'm sorry and I want you to forgive me. Please.
Although, now that I'm think about it, I think you knew. I had always wondered why whenever I said 'I love you', a flash a sadness would appear in your eyes. Well, I have my answer now. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you somehow, someday. But whenever that is, it won't be right now. Right now I have to find you and tell you that I love you.
And this time, I mean it.
With all my heart,