Dreaming of, YouIn the dead of winter when everything is just shades of grey.Dreaming of, You6 years ago in Other More Like This
I dream of being with you under a clear blue sky.
You let me fly so high always next to you.
You give me a moment to be free... in my heart and in my mind.
Its the last days of the season and i am with you for this perfect morning.
But when i wake i sit up and sigh... "Damn, i miss you!"
Butterflies In the DryerThe nearest i'll get to an ocean wave is my washing machine.Butterflies In the Dryer6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sit up top,dangle my feet
and wonder what the dryer can offer me.
Tumbles down black stairwells and broken neon EXIT signs.
Slide and screech off of my dream-shaker
and sit in a fold-up chair.
Scavenged newspapers play at my toes
as if they were vigilant hands.
Im walking over a City Of Gold
with the hunger for Silver in their souls.
My End... Comes Now...My Tears are silent...My End... Comes Now...6 years ago in Other More Like This
My Fears are secret...
My Heart is breaking...
My Body is aching...
My Mind is Hopeless...
My Soul in Darkness...
Cold.I remember the day that the strawberries didn't taste good anymore. That was the day that I noticed that your parents never really looked at you. You were ten, and they hadn't said "I love you" since you were a baby. Not to you, and not to each other, either.Cold.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I asked you questions that you never really answered. You said, "I don't care. They can do whatever the hell they want." I convinced myself that you only said that because you were 13 and naturally rebellious. I wish it was true.
Our freshman year in high school, we were attached at the hip. When my cat died, you came to the funeral. When I had appendicitis and was imprisoned in the hospital for days, you slept in the lumpy, pink chair next to my cot. I tried to be there for you, too, but you always pushed me away, muttering that you didn't need my help, that you could take care yourself, but you knew I didn't believe you.
At age 16, you were skinny and pale. You started walking home from school; you said you didn't like the bus a
My Perfect Suicide?Perfect makeup, hiding the bruises still hoping nobody will see.My Perfect Suicide?6 years ago in Other More Like This
Perfect mouth, gritting teeth wanting to scream.
Perfect arms, tearing as the razor blade runs across your wrists.
Perfect eyes, crying while you watch the crimson pour.
Perfect thoughts, dying there on the bathroom floor.
Nobody will see until your show is finally over.
Lunar OutageYou see.......its my jawline.Lunar Outage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The muscles are flexed and the skin craves a warm passionate hand.
I want to close my eyes, rest my head,
and let my heart quicken on another's chest.
I would give anything to feel claustrophobic
as long as someone was there to love my clavicles.
My mind was a golden, thin string
that connected from under my forehead to my spine.
Then i put my head to my kness in agony, with a perishing snap
I became lovelessly dormant.
At night I am by myself in bed.
But i feel what should be there push my hair from my neck
and run a fingertip in a curve from my head to my shoulder
The place where their lips should be.
My body hasnt reached 98.6 degrees in weeks.
I couldnt stand in the shower.
I put my cheek to the tiles and put my hand to the wall
but slowly it slipped down with the water.
And i cant remember why i keep my fingernails long,
why i bother to stare at my eyes endlessly in the mirror,
they lost color long ago.
I cant go places.
Its Always For LoveI love you more then you could ever know please don't leave don't ever goIts Always For Love6 years ago in Other More Like This
You are the only one that can make me smile even if only for a little while
But if you can't or if you won't...
Then please give me this. My only wish
Let's run through a sunlit golden field
Fill our throats with laughter
Fill our hearts with happiness
But if you can't or if you won't
Then I will wait for tomorrow for you come to end my sorrow...
If you don't, You can't break my heart. (it is already broken)
Six Word Story - AbuseSweets afterwards, that's how it worked.Six Word Story - Abuse5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anorexic BallerinaAs the melody beginsAnorexic Ballerina6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The spotlight showers her frail body
A smile paints her fleshless face
As she drifts away from her frozen pose
And melts into her own shadow
Dancing the tale of her loveless existence
To an empty audience of hollow souls
The story of this damsel remains unnoticed
As she glides across the stage with true solemness
Her spirit soars freer with every movement
For in this moment, she no longer need be
A feeble alembic of hidden distress
At last, unchained from eyes of disapproval
She dances her heart out with the littlest compulsion
To hide behind an obscure veil of unfeasible perfection
She finally liberates herself from her acute obsessions
Ravished with rapture, in this passionate performance
She no longer frolics in the masquerade of a ballerinas vanity
She takes this moment to dance only the truth
Embellishing her movements with heart-warming vulnerability
For in this moment, the dance floor is her diary
And her rollicking feet are the pen writing her history
Back To ApperencesAs the sun rises i start to feel myself fading back into this life. Falling into all the secrets i've held dear. They make me lose myself but they are all i have...Back To Apperences6 years ago in Other More Like This
You know why i'm crying so stop all your yelling. and just tell me what you want me to be! All these lies have become pure torture!
I have played your game for so long I wish I could die. you are so full of yourself all I can do is roll my eyes...
stolenDo you remember the day?stolen6 years ago in Other More Like This
The day you stole my heart?
And you promised--you SWORE to me,
that we'd never part?
Do you remember that day?
Because I know I do,
and because of that, the pain I'm suffering,
is because of you.
This is what happened.
You looked me in the eye.
You said,"I love you!"
In my curiosity I dared to ask why
You told me I was beautiful,
you told me I was gorgeous,
The thoughts you had for other girls,
were actually quite atrocious
So in you reached,
You reached deep down into my chest,
You took my heart,
That's the reason for what happened next
I remember the days,
It was just you and me,
That mattered, really?
Come on, we weren't meant to be
But we were so wrapped up in ourselves,
We couldn't face the truth,
We were trapped--ensnared,
into our loving youth
So walking hand in hand,
We'd proudly walk around,
Me and you, you and me,
that set my mind abound
See, I had no heart,
From you, it was stolen,
No, I GAVE it to you,
Now my spirit has sunken, fallen
Yes, this is M
100 Prompts - 047. Feathers100 Prompts - 047. Feathers7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Toki snickered and looked at his boyfriend innocently. Stop what?
You know exactly what youre doing.
Im simply playing with the cat.
For a few moments Toki turned his attention back to the cat, who was splayed out on his back waiting for the Guardian to wiggle the long feather tipped toy over his head again. The toy had been bought as an afterthought while buying cat food and was nothing more than a long plastic handle with decorative feathers at the end, but it was Charlies favorite. It was also one of Tokis favorite methods of annoying his boyfriend. It wasnt long before Toki got bored and went back to harassing the blind vampire next to him on the couch.
Slowly Toki moved the feathers away from the cat, wiggling them in front of Edsels face and tickling the vampires nose.
Toki! I said stop it!
When I'm GoneI listen to the songs in the distance,When I'm Gone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The radio plays along to my life,
Tunes to which my soul hums,
And lyrics that pluck at my heartstring.
They remind me of times long ago,
Where Once I asked to be held,
To save me from the hurt,
To know I had a haven from the world.
But that was long ago,
In a different time,
A different place.
There is no haven now.
I dont know why Im still here,
This world lost its cheer,
I see the darkness that was always there.
Its appeal doesnt work no more,
Once I saw the beauty in this world,
The sunsets warmed my heart,
The rain washed away all my sorrow,
The moonlight cleansed my pains.
I take one final look around,
The barren world we call home,
Small and insignificant in an endless spiral,
My view of it comes to an end.
I dont care if the world burns to the ground,
I dont care if Im never remembered by it,
Im sick of living in this damnation
Im tired of its continued struggling death throes
I bid farewe
Father DearestFather Dearest7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you, father dearest,
Hitting mommy in the face.
You heard her cries,
But you still kept hitting her.
I remember the cops coming
And having to arrest you.
I remember the handcuffs
On your hands with the officer leading you away.
And ever since that day,
I feel as if I have never been able
To forgive you.
All of the good memories of you
Have been erased from my brain.
And all thats there now
Is that one bad day.
I will always love you father dearest,
But since then Ive hated you.
And I never thought Id
Feel this way about you.
In The End There Is NothingOne thing I've knownIn The End There Is Nothing7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
In the end there is nothing
A crumbled empire in your hands
A tarnished sword that shines no more
You deny the truth
But the end comes for us all
Our mortal lives matter not
Our choices cause a scratch in time
Having a faith builds you a wall to hide behind
On the outside you believe what you hear
On the inside you feel the end is near
Your false thoughts matter not
They just fall apart
Can't you see beyond the illusion?
They create it to protect you
It gives you sanity and a clear mind
But those block the true essence you are
When will you look beyond the mirrored world?
In which everything makes a difference
Beyond the reflection is a world beyond imagination
Your decisions make a scratch and nothing more
Those preachers say your end is one of hell
Because you disbelieve their lies
The mirror is shattered, forever more
Find your essence and survive
Those preachers say your end is one of heaven
You follow their illusions like they are
The mirror shines brightly, y
ContemplationRight now I am sitting,Contemplation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the trunk of my mothers car,
Contemplating those troubles in life,
That are so close and yet so far
I peer out at the tall, tall trees,
Blossoming in the spring,
And I cant help but think of,
The misfortunes life will bring
How is it when new life is born,
Growing up to fend,
Somewhere in this small, small world,
Another one will end
How is it so peaceful here,
When the world is filled with chaos,
And endless list of trifles and troubles,
That one can never chase off
How is it that the sun will set,
And rise again tomorrow,
When some shall never rise again,
Leaving others filled with sorrow
How is it in nature,
There are rules that one should heed,
But when one is a human,
Then ones heart is filled with greed
Soon it shall be night time,
The time for one to rest,
But the darkness usually makes some think,
Theyll never be the best
How is it that the stars shall shine,
And pierce the dark with light,
While some are just laying there,
SnowA soft white flake gently kisses the ground,Snow7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its siblings delaying, blown to and fro.
Aroused from my humdrum life, I look around
At a silent midnight fall of snow.
Each crystal point shines stark against the sky,
Tracing paths determined by the wind and chance.
By a myriad of unique routes, they try
To slow their unavoidable advance.
Many melt , but more still come to rest;
A thick white blanket settling over time.
Our routine paths become an arduous test,
Made treacherous now by a frosty rime
Left to melt come dawn, cast down from on high,
As someday we all must surely die.
The DriveSitting here in this pointless office, I wander in my mind to different places, different times, different worlds. Somehow it feels like the world is trying to erase my ambition, creativity and ability to touch other people. I dont know what to do with myself anymore, it is frustrating to not think that you are a machine, typing and pressing gray buttons to the rhythm of the ticking clock.The Drive7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some low whispered empty conversations, annoying mechanical phone rings, the night is falling down so fast you cant even see it coming. The windows are so dark you cannot feel the real difference between day and night, its all the same here, all the same.
A girl approaches me, bends a little on my desk, smiling. She says shes from Human Resources, wants to interview me about the workers conditions. I nod as I log off my user and detach off the keyboard. She leads me into a small room, round table, two chairs and a little laptop sitting quietly, humming to itself.
She asks me a
Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.Perspectives of a Hallucino...7 years ago in Open More Like This
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.
Monty the Mad Murderer of Good Case: Monty the Mad Murderer of GoodMonty the Mad Murderer of Good5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was not looking good, not at all. Monty stumbled through the streets of Teignmouth, clutching his wound, hoping the bleeding would stop. Midnight was fast approaching, and he was rapidly losing consciousness. He knew though, that once he finally did give in, once he finally let go, they would come swooping down like vultures, ready for the kill. Those lousy tricksters had gotten him, they had deceived him, and as much as he hated to admit it, they had managed to get through his solid defense.
He had to find Wendy, yes, he had to find her quick, and get her out of Teignmouth, out of Devon, and out of England. She wouldn't be too thrilled with the fact that they had gotten rid of Timmy, as her fiancée had only voluntarily offered to help with this whole situation, but she could grieve later. Now, his sister's life and his own were the most important things to prot
X CommandmentsI. There's a storm coming. I can't tell you when, or where, or even why, but I'll tell you this. Be prepared, because it's not me that's going to get hurt, it's you.X Commandments6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
II. There's a storm on its way. Are you prepared? Are you going to stay here, or will you evacuate? Be warned, there's no where you can escape to.
III. There's a storm that's almost here. I told you, I warned you. You'd better be ready, because you will get no help. I know I'm certainly not going to be of aide to you.
IV. There's a storm. It's here.
V. You're going to die. I can't tell you when, or where, or even why, but I will tell you this. This is your chance.
VI. Most humans think they have transcended life. They have not. One cannot truly transcend life until they transcend death. Life is not something to take so lightly. So go die.
VII. Maybe you can transcend death. And life too.
VIII. Just remember. I am not Death. I am not God. I'm not Satan. I am not an Angel. I'm that voice in your head the you never listened t
Book Club : Series"Hey, don't bother talking to him! He won't reply, so it's a waste of breath to speak to him!" he said, detaining his friend to keep him from approaching me.Book Club : Series7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I heard such things said about me all the time. It was true, too. It wasn't like how it sounded, though. Admittedly, I never spoke to anyone. Not a single word. It wasn't because I was anti-social or mean-spirited or self-centered, though. I just couldnt speak. No, I wasnt mute. I was capable of speech. I just wasnt capable of speaking English. I could understand it perfectly when I read it or heard it, but I couldnt speak a word of English to save my life.
My mouth just refused to get with the program. I had actually been able to speak minor amounts of English before. But when my family had unexpectedly moved and I had been forced to transfer schools in the middle of my first year of high school, my ability to speak English had apparently been left behind in the rush to relocate. It had been a year si
Confension de un amorEra una noche fría, en el cielo había estrellas que se podían ver de la manera mas hermosa, pero al lado de tu sonrisa quedan opacadas; tu sola manera de mirar, puede hacer mi cuerpo vibrar, y al momento de tu voz escuchar de mi ya no se más, por que desde el momento en que me abriste tu corazón me volví parte de ti y comencé a dejar de pensar en mí, ya que si tu me llegas a pedir que a tu lado comience a caminar, en ese momento tú ya me tendrás.Confension de un amor8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Conociéndote, conociéndome, añorando los momentos en que juntos habremos de estar, y si yo te dejo de mirar, a mi mente te podre evocar como si fueras un dulce manjar al cual no pudiera llegar.
Aun no puedo decirte que te amo, aun no puedo decirte lo mucho que te extraño pero si puedo en mis sueños, tocarte, besarte e imaginarme como será la vida contigo por que ya he vivido todo un milenio sin ti.
Y de esta manera es en que confió que nuestros caminos se van