The Day I Met God II.What do you say to the lonliest man in the world?The Day I Met God II.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I think you're doing the best you can."
but in my mind it played past tense.
the best you could.
For awhile I had this sudden urge to hold onto God's hand.
I wonder how long it had been since someone comforted him.
This time, I shifted, uncomfortably.
"It's okay, Kalea. You don't have to."
for some reason I forgot that he knew every moment.
God got up, and walked to the edge of the balcony
i watched him grab the purple clouds and pull them closer to us
"Kalea, do you know what it's like to destroy?"
Yes God, I do.
I knew he could read my mind, but instead I said
I watched God pull the clouds back and let them fly across the sky
God walked back to the balcony wall and held his head in his hands.
The Day I Met God.I met God one evening.The Day I Met God.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The funny thing is, i wasn't wanting to find him.
God was smoking.
"Why are you smoking?"
"I'm God Kalea, i'm stressed."
We sat atop a big balcony and watched his creations move.
"They're so beautiful", God was breathing hard.
But I know they aren't. they aren't. they aren't.
How do you tell God that?
"Why do people rape, and murder and steal?"
God's mouth is the shape of a sinking ship
his face carries the wrinkles of one thousand dying souls.
See me IgnorantAm I real at all?See me Ignorant7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing here like I dont exist
Do you see me at all?
When I look away every time you turn your head
Do you wonder about me at all?
When I ignore your blatant stares
So, do you ever see me like I see myself?
Mirrored with no reflection to counter it
Do you see me how I see myself?
Dull, confused, disappointed
Or do you see the marks on my face
And the flaws I keep hidden under my skin?
Do you notice my blank expressions
And my steady gaze when you arent looking?
I hope so
But, no, I falter in your view
And I look away so that all you see is my back
And my profile with eyes forward and distant
So do you like how I cant see you?
Do you wish I could stare at you like I do myself?
With the marks on your face
And the flaws hidden under your skin?
Does it keep you up at night,
Wondering what I see of you?
Well, do you ever wonder if I will see myself
The way you see me?
Be nice to me, I have cancer.Be nice to me, I have cancer.Be nice to me, I have cancer.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I wince and glance around at everyone around me. A few curious eyes glance at my mother, trying to be surreptitious but the greedy look in their eyes lets me know they want to hear more. I sigh and duck my head a bit, moving closer to my mom and mumbling beneath my breath, Please, dont do this right here, right now; cant it wait until were in the car?
Why should it? she challenges back at me. Be nice to me. I. Have. Cancer. She says it loudly, and more heads turn to stare at me. I blush and look up at my mothers bald head. Wisps of hair try to shine through, but it doesnt do much but make her look like a sad, pitiful lion. The hair is a silky blond color. Her original hair color was black. I wonder how her hair managed to change color, and I wonder if the radiation had anything to do with it, or maybe my mom had just been dying her hair before then without l
Count the WaysI wrote your name 1,003 times on multiple pieces of paper,Count the Ways7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In books, on my desk, with broken hearts,
In print. In cursive. Smeared by tears,
On chalkboards, On posters,
Things I could burn, Things I could break,
Anything that said you existed but no more--
In hopes my hands would be utterly exhausted,
Would loathe the very thought of your name,
And I would no longer find it slipping into my poetry,
My stories, my dreams, my thoughtsMY HEAD.
I wrote my name by itself without yours 2,056 times
Year Of The CatYear Of The Cat8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Year Of The Cat
I've been hiding from life…it's people, it's wonders,
It's worries, it's joys, and all it's angers.
I'm tired of running and am tired of hating.
You're the person for whom I've been waiting.
It's because life wasn't like this before,
Now that I've met you, I can't take it anymore.
And yet I can not come close to you-
For the lonesome fear of what you will do.
How will you face something so frightening but true?
Will you want to forget and start anew?
I just can't open myself, I have to stay shut,
Will you handle the pain that I will have brought?
When I do change, will you still see?
That deep down, it is only me.
Will you continue to love me for who I am inside?
What I should do I just can't decide.
I only hope for you to be by my side,
But one thing is sure, I can no longer hide.
Whatever you choose, I won't be selfish,
To see you happy is my only wish.
I run through the forest, with my eyes full of tears,
I look for you, with a heart full of fears.
What will y
To-Do List: September 201001-09-2010 Or maybe i just never got betterTo-Do List: September 20105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08-09-2010 Ice packs and baby food
11-09-2010 Well that's something i'll never be able to tell anybody about
11-09-2010 Maybe i'd be better off alone
14-09-2010 So many people dressing for other people
14-09-2010 Station hole
15-09-2010 I am too afraid to sing out loud
15-09-2010 Looking outside to look in
21-09-2010 Coming home to the smell of freesias
22-09-2010 Turning heads and breaking necks
23-09-2010 Train with the new car smell
24-09-2010 Jealous of lesbians on the escalator
25-09-2010 I am like your voice of reason or whatever
25-09-2010 How can i ever doubt my love for you on nights like this?
30-09-2010 And my bed is still warm from your body
FallingFallingFalling7 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Made UpI put on make-upMade Up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to make myself feel pretty
because God knows
you don't anymore.
where is the prince?How many times has she cried herself to sleep,where is the prince?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many times has she wrote on her arm about hurting deep,
How many times has she showed him her scars and prayed for someone who would help,
Her blurry hazel eyes looked into his but, all it did was made things worse,
He saw her weakness and only hit harder,
He had no mercy for the weak at heart,
He didnt care he only hit harder,
She showed him her hidden key,
The key to her heart,
And all he did was hit harder,
Where was her prince charming to sweep her away from this horrible fate?
He was too busy saving some other princess perhaps,
Or maybe he was too busy with the boys
Either way, she was stuck,
Either way, she had no other way out,
So she frantically searched as her horrors drew closer,
She finally found her poison,
she finally found her haven.
Bigby x Reader chapter 4Bigby x Reader chapter 49 months ago in Romance More Like This
Alright, like I said if part 3 got 20 fav's I would post chapter 4. So here you all go.
On the last episode:
"Alright. Do it."
And so we continue...
~The Woodland Luxury Apartments: One day later!~
You and Bigby stood in the elevator, waiting to arrive at the floor. Bigby raised his right hand and rubbed his eye, these past couple day's nobody has had a good night sleep. You yawned and rubbed your red stuffy eyes, still sore from you sobbing when Crooked man told you to do what the people wanted. Bigby looked over to you and rubbed the back of his hand down your arm. You looked up at him and smiled, making him smile back.
"I promise you, after this we can go back to my place and sleep all you want. Okay?"
You nodded as the doors
AbuseNo, you never hit me;Abuse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the bruises are still there.
I'm waiting for myself to showEveryone's expecting me to look like this, to do like that.I'm waiting for myself to show4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But where's the beauty of doing like everyone else?
Sometimes people stare. And I know that they're thinking "is that really a he?".
And of course I am. Deep inside and in my mind, I am.
It's not my fault that the reflection isn't agreeing with me.
Everyone I know calls me "he" and "him".
Because they know the true me and knows that it makes me warm.
The shop assistant glares as I walk in the boys-section of a store to buy clothes.
Why? Is it because my voice and the choice of my clothing doesn't fit you?
Now I'm tired. I know who I am and the ones who accept it, I can not thank enough.
And soon, the image of me in my eyes and the image in the mirror will be the same.
I can't wait for that day to come.
vtcceveryone mutters their disapprovals i whisper my previously undisclosed statementvtcc2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"hello, my name is ashley and i ."
my name sounds so foreign in their tongue
as if it wasn't my own
i listen to their stories - rough around the edges like my cuticles, bite marks on my fingers, blood beneath the nails
(a girl under psychosis, clouded under-eyes)
they listen to mine - the plastic surgery my emotions underwent, the "i never believed in love" disclosure, my testament of my heart, laid in stone
(me, complaining too loudly, swimming through the white washed halls - she called me sick)
my scars prove otherwise, and though they are few (and far between, marks like open galaxies on my left thigh) they still mark me
like a winding path toward home
(they day i leave they will forget me - for i am not the torn up, underweight, flippant bird girl that someone i loved claimed i was)
Good EveningGood Evening2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good evening to the cliff
The one that leers above
Challenging the leap
With rubbles that tumble down
With broken hearts that finally shatter
Good evening to the sky
The one that widens 'round
Surrounding with their spattered skies
With black blooded stains
With white flaring scorns of disdain
Good evening to the sea
The one that trembles below
Waving final sayings, tides of goodbyes
With swirls of treachery
With educing calls of end
Good evening to the world
The one that doesn't care if she drowns
Ignoring her sadness, her tears, her pain
With closed ears to cries
With hearts made of stone
of seafoam thronesFrom Atlas’ hands she wept to me,of seafoam thrones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
atop Africas and South Atlantics;
this is one situation unaffected by
ember eyes and windy lashes
(it has no anatomy).
You are sparrows stranded
in tiny crevices and cliffside love,
though you rebuke flight
in the fear of chipping feathers.
So what do you do?
You reach for my soul,
coveting flight with shaking
and perhaps I’ll let you:
With flytrap lips and
glass shaped hips…
you are unfit for anything but
(But beauty isn’t everything)
Beneath streetlight eyes."This isn't living," I say and you are silent. You don't have to say anything for me to know; you don't like to believe in anything until you know the answer, until you can see every step. There's no answer key to life, but I don't say so. "What's wrong?" I ask and you fumble, say something about your parents, your love life, your friends who hate me. Your lie is bleeding, but this is the only language we know. "It's going to be okay," I say, but this means nothing to people like us, and we are silent again.Beneath streetlight eyes.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's easier to lie to you because sometimes I hate you, but usually not. The words slide out of my mouth like tobacco leeching from my lungs, and you relish them, tasting every last one. You like it when I lie to you, and sometimes I like to watch you burn. Sometimes I hate you, but usually not.
We are the children in perpetual motion, rising through the night like sparks from a fire. We taste the sky, drinking beneath the harsh light of parking lot eyes because sometimes we hate o
AnorexiaI sit and listen quietlyAnorexia10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To your gentle screams
No matter how hard you try
This is going to be a dream
No matter how hard you close your eyes
Or how quick you dry your tears
I'll come after you
I'll fill you with numerous fears
Running away won't help
Neither will trying to hid
Ill follow you wherever you go
And you'll come back to me with lies
You say it won't get out of hand
That you'll control it this time
But both of us know the truth
That you will never be fine
I'm the one you rely on
I'm the thing for you
You can't beat this fatal disease
You can't make it through
No matter how hard you try and deny it
You will never be free
It makes not difference what you say
We both know you need me
little lord fauntleroyi am sorry to thoselittle lord fauntleroy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have fought alongside
i am sorry to those
i wept to in the dark of
a weary night
for i have opened my eyes,
opened my body and i
now see how wrong
i had been
i never believed in jesus
or the plastic values presented
by his people -
and maybe i still don't
but i've lost what someone
i once loved said i'd
and i call out to the yearning
to the moving current of
the earth, and i know
by god and by the light of
your face do i know
that your love, like a warm
is all mine
and mine alone
Pretty Blue BoxIsn't it ironic how something so lovely,Pretty Blue Box4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holds something so incredibly ugly?
In this little box I keep,
So pretty and blue,
I hide one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen,
The thing I once used to cause myself pain.
At first I kept it just in case I wanted it again,
But later it ended up staying so I could remind myself that I'm stronger then the small, sharp piece of metal.
Yet, now, I'm realizing how weak I really am.
I found the pretty box about two months ago,
& Ever since I've kept it in a secret place,
& Now, after two and a half years without making a single slice,
I've been thinking that it might be time for it once more.
It would only be once,
Just to let me get the pain to bleed out of me,
Just to let the darkness bleed out of me,
Before it swallows me whole.
Everyone keeps telling me not to:
They keep telling me I'm strong enough to deal with my pain,