of storms and skysee my hair dance wild as wind-strings jerk it about//hear the ocean-wind heave itself against us all- crashing into our eyes and mouth//feel the winter-wind brush our skins in summer//then inhale the heaviness of air and sink through the dirt- because darling, you dont deserve gods beautiful violence.of storms and sky6 years ago in Other More Like This
(it drags the tree by its leaves saying kiss your trunk, kiss it and it does; releasing with a snap. the other trees flitter-flutter violently, crying within the cacophony of rain on concrete. white stars fall where light exists, and only sound where it disappears. the sky -the colour of sunburnt skin- watches it all with hunger. and then a moment we are swallowed. gumtrees, rain, earth; we are all night sky now. but our eyes open and the rain is no more, dew on grass. and the wind is no more, only breath.)
i was thinking maybe..October 10:i was thinking maybe..7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried calling her today, but
the phone was left for seven
rings too long. She
doesn't like, she is afraid of
dialing numbers and jewellery and
the sound of bugs flying too
close to her ear.
She probably would have laughed
at the thought of dreaming the
day away. Because she can't stop.
She can't stop to meet me at
the rooftops. To meet me and
hold my hand. To meet me and
watch the sky move sideways.
Today I called him, to say, to
say that I wanted to drown,
not in sorrows or swimming pools, but in
the ocean, because it's so peaceful
down there. Only I didn't. I
didn't breathe. Or speak. I
didn't call at all. And I
wished he wouldn't
tell me to be more careful when
I scrape my knees on rocks, or fall
towards the sea. I start
to dream, at the beach.
Her purple and greens clash and
she doesn't care. Her fingernails
are painted of different colours
and she doesn't care. She kisses
me, she laughs, she's care free.
I wanted to show her the patterns
lemon cakethis house isn't made out oflemon cake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mess. this house is
made out of:
a sinking bathroom floor
because she sighs and i
lose count. shower curtains
you need to water and rust
that doesn't wash out
of the tiles.
it is made out of:
a telephone made for hanging
up because she doesn't
want to talk to her sister.
and mirrors to remind you
you are a beautiful
it is made out of:
sorry notes and scribbles and
a windy day. it sits next to
the other houses made of
secrets and sorrow and stories
and rooftops and bathroom
it is made out of:
kitchen tiles, too. they are
black and white and white and
an under the bed, where we used
to kiss and dust and more dust
that keeps coming back
when you clean it.
it is made out of:
coffee stains and peeling wallpaper
and a cracking ceiling where i
hang my stars.
it is made out of:
why did you forget to call your
why did you forget to hang the
it is made
JustJust a tasteJust6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a hint
Just a whisper
Just some more
Of the same
Just a glimpse
Of the past
Just a need
Of a home
Just a cry
Of the silent
Just a scream
From the old
bittersweet symphony -c-i.bittersweet symphony -c-6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are my world.
the amount of scars
you give me,
i always come running back
(your arms wide open).
because i be(lie)ve
that you can change.
when we met i remember
seeing the sunset in your eyes
and i remember immediately
giving myself away
run along my spine
and i hear you murmur,
and I know it's true;
because i've known you,
i'll never be able to love another.
i gave you my heart and soul
(why haven't you given me yours?)
i feel my heart
getting heavy as
we're tangled under
sheets. youre the sex and
the music. as your stone-cold
heart beats those
hollow beats, i carefully
and it's scenes like
this that will be the death of us.
i should know better,
i should walk (run) away from you
and the hurt and the lies and
the damn inconsistencies
i guess i'm a sucker for pain
so keep dishing it,
i love it when you
tear me apart.
i wonder if i'll
ever get tired of this
opposite's day - collab.i. today i ignored the dismal beatingopposite's day - collab.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my chest [it held me closer than
you ever did] and chased after you
like a lopsided puppy,
watching your skylit legs sink into
shin-deep puddles with indefinable
bottoms. i looked as you left me
miles behind as i shouted
nonsensical wishes and
honeycombed thoughts to you.
[let's drop anchor and stop
this off-course ship with
a handful of windswept lies.]
ii. your eyes are like my mirror -
reflective, deflective, and unforgiving.
[the only way you'll speak to me
is without words.]
one of these days i will write
'ugly ugly ugly' on my forehead
so that on opposite's day,
those baby blues of yours
will tell me that i'm beautiful,
and maybe for a minute
i will believe them.
iii. your smile looks all wrong
when it's upside-down, like the
sea is dancing in the sky and the
clouds sleep on the floor.
i tell you everything i've ever
held back, like how your freckles
looked like glitter storms and
the way your fingers were like
[anything to mak
Short but SweetWith one look you see that love forever does live.Short but Sweet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just knowing the love she holds for you; the world you would give.
With only one life to live; unto you my I do now and forever give.
Her smile bastilles your very heart, holding it safe showing you love everyday.
Her eyes hypnotize you; she gives you her heart never wanting this feeling to end you pray.
The wine is poured the fireplace is alight, as you sit there lost each others gaze.
Hearts become one souls join meddling into one force.
No touch is needed no word are spoken only here and now the world stands still.
What power is this that on this special night it builds into something magical.
All over the world couples unit in loves embrace.
Silenced words and thoughts scream one thing I love you.
dreamers never dieWere sitting under black-lace clouds and kerosene-stars when you first say you love me.dreamers never die6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I grab your hand, I press two lies against the palm, I touch your cheek, I say youre the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen. Except grass growing under my fingers. I say thats more beautiful than you.
Your eyes warm, you wrap an arm around my waist, you tell me I am oxygen bouncing against your lung-walls, sunshine pooling in your smile.
I dont have the heart to tell you I am black-infested-smokers-lungs.
I dont have the heart to tell you I am smiling without teeth.
I dont have the heart, I dont have the heart.
You write me letters on the back of my hand, you whisper me sonnets when were driving too fast.
You tell me that I am a bird, I call you a carcrash. You roll down the windows, you stick your fingers in the wind and smile.
You swear you can close your eyes and feel the people in front of us with your fingertips. Theyre laughin
heart song.this is the songheart song.7 years ago in Other More Like This
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,watching you spin.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)
your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.
but i never really ever offer to leave, either.
there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to get mad at you for giving in to such conforming types of art.
but now i just let you go, because last time i actually made you cry.
"would you rather fly, or read minds?" i told you i'd rather read minds, and know what everyone thinks, because you can fly on a plane anyday, but no one ever thinks the same.
how to:being scared isn't at all like being nervous. it is opening the refrigerator door at three am, closing it. falling asleep and not realising you have woken up. wanting to disappear completely, and realise you could probably do it if you tried hard enough; making yourself stuck in your own mind. it is realising you could tell all your secrets to every soul in the world, and in the end it is still only you, sitting in that room and waiting. alone.how to:6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything becomes insignificant. any feelings you may have felt before. you don't even remember anymore why you were sprawled on the kitchen floor that night, drunk and crying. mumbling something about capsicum-monsters and sitting in the middle of the road and a car is coming. you probably haven't eaten for days, but in your mind it is still that moment and it keeps playing like a scratched cd.
you stop regretting that time you contemplated not braking, your attention slipping to the cracking red nail polish on your fingers.
it is like being s
somewhere, someday.one.somewhere, someday.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
you always said we'd make it somewhere, someday.
you also said, 'that day never should have happened.'
'that day' was when you led me into the forest, eyes closed, my hand in yours. it was the day you smiled at me like i was something beautiful.
it was when we counted the clouds in each other's eyes, and we prayed for the moment to never end. it was the day the sun couldn't stop shining and it was the day i found hope just to lose it again.
it was the day you said, 'i love you'.
'but that day,' you remind me, 'never should have happened.'
i try not to take this personally.
you always said we'd make it somewhere, maybe into space. maybe we'd shoot away on a rocket and no one would ever catch us.
or maybe we'd be a song that no one could get out of their head, or a book no one could forget.
'maybe we'll make it to wonderland,' i told you.
but you smiled and said, 'i think the true wonderland is just happiness.'
i thought my wonderland was there, with you.
i wish you wou
tragedies - collab.you deserve all the cobweb dreams,tragedies - collab.6 years ago in Other More Like This
fairytale hopes, and explosive love
in the world, but i know that i
will never be the one
to give them to you.
you need notes that end with
'ps - you're brighter than
twenty-seven silver stars'.
i can't bring myself
to write them, though.
it's not like you'd read them,
i cut out paper hearts and
dreams and gave them to you, but
you only ripped them up and said
'these aren't good enough.'
when i painted you a picture
of golden skies and sunshine smiles,
you handed it back and told me
'next time, paint realistically.'
so i wrote you a story
filled of starless nights and
hopeless dreams. you said 'no,
i don't need this. you're
tragedy enough for me.'
by the time i was humming you
melancholy lullabies through the receiver,
you had already surrendered
to the sweet grasps of sleep.
'i'd rather nightmares than you,'
you said, hanging up the phone.
i kept singing anyway, hoping
that you would stop running
long enough for me to catch up.
but i forgot -
lightning storm."did you feel that?" you murmured,lightning storm.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sending goosebumps crawling down
my skin. "feel what?" but i knew
exactly what you meant.
the shock; the current
"i'm scared of lightning."
"you're crazy," you laughed. i love your
laugh. "no i'm not, i'm just happy; free."
i danced barefoot in the grass, arms
stretched out and feeling the warmth
of the sun
one more time.
"will you teach me? i don't think i know
how to be free," your smile faltered just
a little bit.
and so little by little i taught you how to be
free, how to live. and i saw you smile
more and more.
"can you keep a secret?" you didn't need
to ask; you already knew my answer. "of
course." you looked at me with your sincere
green eyes that i so often got lost in.
"i love you. more th
Checkerboard And PlaidCheckerboard And Plaid6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's the type of girl who looks up at the sky and asks the clouds how they're doing,
And trips over her own feet trying to figure out the rhythm of her messenger bag against her legs,
And writes love notes in eyeliner to people she saw in the background of photos.
She's the type of girl with a checkerboard heart, that's enslaved to the words and the weather.
He's the type of boy that leaves note for people to find written on desks,
And listens to the ocean for advice about his view of the world, and asks the stars about his position on Earth.
He's got a plaid heart, and sets himself up for failure so he can appreciate the little things.
They never met, but they both have feet planted in the ocean, and their minds curled up with nebula.
Their perspectives speckled with neon lights to compensate for all the dark matter.
nieve.Los dos jugaban como tontos en la nieve y se hundían como niños que eran. Se reían, Vince disfrutaba tanto como nunca en su vida, se le colgaba al cuello, le aprisionaba con las piernas y le cabalgaba... se reía, caía, Benjamin no era mucho más grande como para resistirle horas encima sin ningún inconveniente. Él le tumbaba, tomaba una bola de nieve, le amenazaba; se invertían una y mil veces jugando a quién gana, y él se dejaba vencer sólo para ver los ojos brillantes de triunfo en Vince.nieve.7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Se levantaban otra vez y rodaban por la nieve, se desenredaban de la bufanda, el abrigo, el gorro, el frío...
Terminaban juntos mirándose con sueño en el agua caliente.
What Bird Is This?A glimpse of light reflected off a white wingWhat Bird Is This?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Catches my attention. For a brief moment, I linger to point
But self-consciousness gets the best of me and I continue walking.
Perhaps if I were an expert of birds, I would have stated
Its species with a knowledgeable grin to a nearby passer-by.
Dear sir, do you see that bird?
But his mind is elsewhere as he continues walking to a destination unknown
Only in his mind. No time to look upon the unique bird as it catches a current
That he challenges furiously, beating his wings yet gaining nothing
breathless.I have S t u m b l e d.breathless.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
T r i p p e d.
F a l l e n. So far in love with you, I will never find my way back.
I C h e r i s h.
A d o r e.
A d m i r e. every detail about you. Every flaw and mistake will never make me think differently about you.
I C r a v e.
L o n g .
A c h e . for your touch. A simple car
Painted SecretsI find myself looking at her, again, my wandering eyes naturally drawn to her pale face. Her dark eyes dart my way, painted lips turning up in a smirk. "Something on your mind, Oliver?" I barely hear her words, as I relish in the sound of her voice. It somehow reminds me of bells, and icicles, and echoing church towers, all at once. I don't know much, but I'm sure it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.Painted Secrets5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shake my head, and she sighs again, letting her fingers trace their way up my neck. "Are you, at least, going to hold still for me, then?" Her scarlet fingertips tilt my head just the right way, and brush my chin like a breath of wind. I miss her touch the moment it's gone, but try to keep still, regardless.
I could watch her all day, the way her arms dance behind the empty canvas. They remind me of willow branches, too skinny, but positively heartwarming the way they sway, as if set in motion by a wintry breeze. Her eyes, a brown, darkened to a near charcoal, are
The MeadowIt was a rare sunny day when Bella asked me about my, well, our now, meadow. We were laying in the exact center of the circle on our backs, my right arm wrapped under her neck and shoulders, and her right arm wrapped around my waist, head resting on my chest and shoulder. I was stroking her hair absentmindedly, and she kissed my neck. I smiled down at her, and she smiled warmly back. The sun glistened off my skin like diamonds, and Bella warmed the entire right side of my body. That was when she asked me the question.The Meadow7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How did you discover this place? she asked quietly, carefully, as if cautious about my answer. Her gentle voice was like bells to my ears. Her question caught me off-guard, as did all her questions.
That, my dear, I started, shifting her position and mine so that she now rested lightly overtop of me, her arms around the back of my neck, head on my shoulders, looking to the left. My arms were around her waist, keeping her close. My chin reste
Rose 3: Edward Half a week had passed when I finally emerged from my room. Esme had visited me once after the first; I heard Carlisle checking up on me a few times; and Edward never came. That made me sad, that Edward disapproved of my immortalitynot that I approved, either. But the fact that he seemed repulsed by meRose 3: Edward7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I took a last glance at the reflection in the mirror, and gave myself a light smile. Over the last few days, Id gotten used to my appearance, my murderous eyes. I realized how my blond hair now gleamed in the light, how my body had become almost shapelier in its granite-like substance. And, most importantly, how it shone in the sun. That fascinated me to no end; yesterday, I had sat in my room, just observing my wrist, my arm, twinkle in the sun.
Thirst was the reason for leaving my sanctuary: the unbearable pain in my throat. It needed to end, and I knew Carlisle would have the answer.
My steps were timid as I descended the st
Pretty Little GirlPretty little girl,Pretty Little Girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't grow up today.
People around you rape your Innocence
But in the end you need to stay.
Pretty little girl,
don't get lost in the mess.
I know things get hard
but every time you return
you come with another regret.
Pretty little girl,
don't give up today.
Just because he doesn't love you
doesn't mean the things you turn to will give way.
Pretty little girl,
stay calm today:
Tomorrow everything will all be okay.