Don't GoShe awoke that morning to find Aaeru calmly dressing herself. Sleep still clouded her eyes as she tried to figure out why Aaeru was awake so early; the sun was just rising outside the window of their bedroom. They usually slept past sunset, one of them waking the other. Yet, here Aaeru stood, already up and dressing. She shook her head to clear away the last of sleep.Don't Go5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Aaeru, what are you doing?" she asked. "Why are you up so early?"
"Because I'm leaving, Neviril," stated Aaeru matter o' factly.
"Leaving? What do you mean by that?"
She watched as Aaeru pulled the shirt over her head, silent. She waited patiently and heard the heavy sigh as Aaeru turned to look at her. "I'm leaving you. I can't stay anymore."
Ignoring the sudden sick feeling in her stomach, Neviril looked to the girl she loved. "Leaving? But why? Why are you going?"
Another sigh, as though Neviril should already know the answer. "I don't want to look for her anymore. That's all you ever do. I tried to help, but you just
Cells are StupidCells are StupidCells are Stupid5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She pulled her lips away from the stone wall, and replaced it with her forehead. What had come over her? Kissing the wall had felt like instinct. All at once she had felt Neviril's presence near her, and she had to be closer. She had to wonder if wanting to kiss the wall was part of what Floe had meant. Her face reddened at the thought of that conversation. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and figure out a way to escape.
This time, she was more determined than anything to get to Neviril. However, a glance around at her quarters told her that was a very unlike course of action. The cell was empty, and the window was much too high. Even with that knowledge, Aaeru still stood at the wall below the window, glancing upward. She studied the stone, pressing her hand against it. Would it be possible to climb it? The crevices in the wall were thin and spread wide apart, but perhaps she could. At the very least, she must try. She raised her hands up, using her fing
When You're a ChildIf you could hearWhen You're a Child7 years ago in Other More Like This
The words that you are spitting
You would be scared too
Because when someone
Is screaming in
There is no place
To hide, or run to
You just have to
Take it in
And remember not
To cry until later
Because when you're a
There is no escape from
What scares you most
AnonymityHer fingernails are all cracked and chipped; her nervousness peeling away the skin at the sides. She sits on a park bench in the middle of a busy street, yet her pain seems invisible to those who just pass her by. I see her rocking back and forth. I watch her closely as she mutters to herself under her breath. She looks too young to have such a hard worn face. She has victim written across her forehead in plain language for all too see. No knight in shining armour comes to rescue her. All the knights are on strike, waiting for better pay cuts or for prettier princesses to rescue. The charming knights all line up outside night clubs to rescue the pretty dolled up princesses for just one night, before they dump them out on the side walk for the next knight to come.Anonymity8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I walk in closer, watching her for a sign of life. There is none. She doesnt even seem to realise so many people are around her. The
Q.Q.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do you know youre a straight person?
When did you first know you were straight?
Are you sure youre a straight person?
Have you ever had a three-way?
Do you want to have a three-way?
Do you want to have a three-way with me?
Do your parents know youre a straight person?
Does your boyfriend know youre a straight person?
Have you ever kissed a straight person?
If you never kissed a straight person, how do you know youre a straight person?
Why dont you try it out?
You know, youre not really a straight person until youve kissed another straight person, right?
How do you know youre a straight person?
When did you come out as a straight person?
Dont you realize youre not straight, youre just hetero-curious?
Can you believe I always knew you were a heterosexual?
Why do you always hang out at straight bars?
Why dont you understand that youre obsessed with heterosexuality and that Im just not into straig
Fish think tooSometimes I want to paint the scenery. Sometimes I wish my eyes would not burn.Fish think too5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some people have souls buried deep inside them. Some have misplaced theirs altogether.
I think mine is at the bottom of the ocean. I lost it when the cords weakened and I lost my step.
When the sky is blue, the ocean is also very blue. People find it the prettiest then. When the sky is orange, figures are swipes of ink on the horizon, and the ocean turns violet. It looks almost foreboding, like a crowd around a fire... the sun.
I imagine that once the water turns violet, the colorful reef fish hide and the black and navy and violet fish emerge. The undiscovered fish. I seem to be the only person who ponders this, ponders anything for that manner.
The library seems not as much a destination or a comfortable spot but a shortcut to where the people are going, avoiding traffic or whatnot. The desks and conference tables are always left unused save for the one I sit at daily. I've seen the janitor clean the dust
Dear MomDear Mom,Dear Mom5 years ago in Letters More Like This
[I know this really isn't a letter like I promised, but you should be used to me giving less then I say I will]
I'm going to feel bad, throwing you into the ocean.
I'm going to have to clench my teeth, close my eyes, and grip my hip [because you're there, forever; in jagged scar tissue with upside down mountain capped M's and a blocky O, you're there, forever.] to keep myself from diving in after you and gathering you back together with the finest cheesecloth, molding you back together and filling you with all the beautiful things you've been drained of. I'll jam sea glass in your eye sockets and replace your weak bird bones with coral, I'll fill your lungs with saltwater [because oxygen obviously never worked; I almost miss that respirator keeping me awake at night] and wrap you with seaweed to hold you together again.
And I'll let you speak by jamming the truths to all my lies I've told you down your throat. I will whispersobconfess all my dirty deeds. I will tell yo
The House of One-Third MirrorsThe House of One-Third MirrorsThe House of One-Third Mirrors6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps what I remember best about my childhood is the house in which I resided. The grounds of it were mysterious in themselves: grass grew in excess everywhere; the insuppressible weeds were a gardener's nightmare; leaves scuttled in desperate circle, and I seem to recall this occurring despite the lack of wind. Two dark, skeletal trees grew, though rather depressingly, on opposite sides of the uneven cobblestone path that ran through the middle of the yard, giving the property a symmetrical appearance. Even the fence and gates which encircled it seemed morose; pointed and black, they stood erected as if for a cemetery; never mind that the eerie silence gave the whole house and grounds a feeling of incredible morbidity.
But the house! the house- in all its gloom and glory, dominating the street- nay, the whole neighborhood, with its vastness. It stood three stories tall, with each level made of a different material: t
Talk is CheapI'm sorry.Talk is Cheap7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If father were defined in a way I understood,
If you knew.
If you red my heart, bleeding through
No more screaming.
Cold Light1Cold Light4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Layla, in the kitchen, busies herself by cutting up vegetables that were not meant for any particular meal. It is mid morning and the Whitechapel apartment is flooded with a bronze bath from the brilliant summer sun. An old grandfather clock ticks, tocks, ticks, and tocks in the far corner of the living room where Richard, a man in his late fifties but looking more like he was in his early forties, sits anxiously on the loveseat staring at a blank television screen and bouncing his right leg repetitively. Besides the clock, ticking and tocking, you could hear a pin drop throughout the entire apartment.
Suddenly, Layla stops chopping and Richard takes instant notice.
"What is it, honey?" He asks from the other room. Layla stares blankly out the window above the counter and watches the cars below at the intersection.
STONED MAROONI SIT IN MY NEST OF WOOD CHIPSSTONED MAROON5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I SIFT THROUGH THE ASHES TO FIND MY GOLDEN EGG
I LISTEN TO WOMB WATERS INSIDE
I PLAY THE SACRED HORN WHOSE SOUNDS CREATES THE DREAM TIME
FOR THE SLEEPY SUBURBIA DIFFERENT FOR EVERYBODY
AND CHANGES ME CHAMELEON STYLE INSIDE
SomethingSomethingSomething6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why do I be and let be?
Why do I hurt and let hurt?
Why do I love and let love?
Why do I need and let need?
Why do I want and let want?
Why do I feel and let feel?
Why am I free and let free?
Why do I know and let know?
Why do I hold and let hold?
Why do I kiss and let kiss?
Why do I hug and let hug?
Why do I control and let control?
Why do I cut and let cut?
Why do I sleep and let sleep?
Why do I die and let die?
Why do I live and let live?
I do not know!
I want to know!
I don't want to!
I want to!
I feel and hurt!
I love and feel joy!
I want and need!
I hate and despise!
This makes no sense,
I make no sense!
-1 Yr Ago--1 year ago--1 Yr Ago-8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He's listening, to the other side of the phone.
She's quiet, and breathing softly. He can tell.
He wants to ask, if anything is wrong, between the small hiccups of sobs he could barely hear but his mind tells him not to so he sits and waits.
She's crying, all by herself. Hugging the pillow tight. She wants to tell him what's wrong, but she only feels her throat tight as her heart feels like a void. She wants to speak, and just let it out.
But neither say a word.
She smiles to try to lighten the mood, "You know, when summer comes around, I'm going to go outside and play in the rain. Like I used to when I was a kid."
He chuckles, "Hmm, yea and walk in with a cold. Real smart."
She laughs, "But who cares when its the rain? It washes away your tears." Then she sits still, and the tears come again.
She is crying-
He hears her, wants to let her know it is all alright. But he can only tighten his grip on the phone and wish he was there.
She sniffles, "I wish you could give
eskimo movies at the...oh, I see.eskimo movies at the...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wants a steady hand, and smooth script
stretching towards infinity.
she wants those wanton words
wrapped in needless syllables.
she wants what she wants. what she wants
is not this.
not my short & stumbling text; one word
tumbling towards the next. not these
scribbled, sloppy secrets; chopped up
and half-confessed. she'd much rather view
a ten-cent vocabulary flexed...
but I digress.
mostly, it talks about me.
sometimes, it says "hey!
we're doing new & exciting things
sometimes, it just
and screams -
'til someone comes
(busted & beautiful)
it exclaims & explains.
Fill In The BlanksDear _______Fill In The Blanks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before you rip up this letter
Or better yet, burn it to ashes,
Please hear me out.
You never gave me a chance
To truly tell you how I feel
About your decision
And your reasons for leaving.
I said I was okay,
But why couldn't you see
Through my very first lie?
All of my tears,
All my despair,
It was all hidden
Behind that smile.
Oh my sweet _______,
When will you see?
Your mind was made up
That day you left
So I didn't bother to try
And make you stay.
I know you'll be back one day
Crying you're sorry,
And I won't say I told you so.
Don't worry about being ashamed.
After all, you never let me
Have the chance to tell you your mistake.
No, you had already closed the book.
Skipped a few chapters
And the happy ending.
Went straight to the back
Where the preview is
And we're all thinking
"What if this happens?"
But the story's not over, no.
The end has not arrived.
I'm not gonna say, _______,
That it was pathetic,
As long as you realize your sin.
You hurt me so bad.
Dug deep in m
July Haikuthon1.July Haikuthon6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
press fireflies to
dirty ribcage, pulling
night's promise closer.
on lake surface to close eyes
you are a lullaby
i hear your voice
in the whisper
autumn's snowflakes fall,
touched by wind; ground is a blank
canvas to their shades.
mascara prints dawn pillows
found in leaves, hidden
skims the surface;
and children's laughter
wax tricked - becomes puddles.
only for you
a cry, a flash;
sprinkle the street
Something GreatThere is this place. You travel two kilometers outside of here, the road falls away, and I find it difficult stepping upon the broken path. Cars will watch you here. Lights run from you. Its dark. The boy at the gas-pump will wave and lock the door and his boy blue shark will take him home and I stay.Something Great6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see it and watch it away from people.
And I cannot say. Its being hospitalized.
It is like no sound wants to touch me, as I am alone. Sound does not wish to be alone with me. So Im ignored. But how often have I really been this way? Probably longer than has been given credit for. And every night this reminds me. The beautiful emptiness. That I really was meant for dead.
Its like being in bed.
Like being ill.
But not like when I was dying.
More like when the power flickered out.
Dying was too strong. I choked and it hurt.
But this is soft and maybe pleasurable. It is quiet and peace. Until I see this field at night. And as the boy waves me farewell suddenly it
Snuff Film5Snuff Film4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, Richard calls Liam into his office early to talk with him. Liam stands just in front of his fathers' desk while Richard pulls something out from under his desk. He hands Liam a package wrapped in duct tape that appears to have already been opened.
"What's this?" Liam asks. Richard takes a seat behind the desk.
"You wanted a job?" He asks. "It's a tape. But I want you to understand something." Liam slips the tape out of the package and turns it over in his hands, inspecting it. "This was sent to me from a patient. Normally, of course, I would never let you or anyone else see this, I could loose my license, but I just want you to watch it."
"Is this a snuff film?" Liam asks. Richard remains indifferent.
"One of my more recent patients sent it to me. His name is Nikolai Sokoll. He came to me last week and I proscribed him Clonidine. He told me about one of his friends over the internet, Michael."
"But the Clonidine, it was for, what, sleep hyperhidrosis, neuralgia ?"
Entry 3Entry 3Entry 34 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I went out the other day to the mailbox and when I came back inside, I saw him on the floor, just shaking. His eyes were wide open and his breathing was shallow. I dropped everything and ran over to him. When I was standing just over him, he grabbed my arm and tried pulling himself up. I thought he was honestly dyeing, and then all of a sudden he just started laughing. Laughing, and he fell back down to the ground.
"Why? Just why?" I asked, but he couldn't stop laughing to answer. I threw his mail in his face and went back to the couch. But that was yesterday. Today, the same thing happened. I had just finished breakfast, Liam was on the sofa, and I was about to get in the shower, when I heard a thud. I ran over and there he was flat on the ground, panting in short sprits, making this wheezing sound. His chest was bouncing rapidly and his eyes were half shut but he was looking off somewhere behind me. His mouth barley hung open and he was banging his fists on the ground.
Born into FleshBorn into flesh constructed cells,Born into Flesh6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Bones constrict, ligament shackles restrict my fight for light,
For freedom, to soar into the blue filled reflection
To take my first breath of air
After asphyxiating in a vat of crimson tar.
Longing for the conjugal visits from creativity,
Inside I pace, I wait to satiate this hunger
This desire to escape if only for brief heartbeats.
To fly like a petal upon the wings of imagination
Forgetting this damnation of now.
A lover of instant gratification
With promises of momentarily salvation
That prize open synthetic bars to let me crawl out
Away from the judge, the jury and executioner
That ironically but most heartbreaking... are me.
I only want to be free.