you're coldyour feet glide over the linoleum of your kitcheen floor, and the sounds of your toes sticking to the ground echo in the dark. it is past two in the morning, and you're oh so scared of waking him. oh so scared.you're cold6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your eyes have almost adjusted to the light, or lack thereof, and you're reaching outwards, and upwards into the darkness. your hands meet what they were searching for, the cupboard above the counter, and you almost sigh in relief. you feel around for the cold, silver handle and pull it open, with just the right amount of force as to not make too much noise; you've had so much practise.
you feel over the second shelf and standing on your tip-toes, you wrap your hand around an upturned glass. your heart beats just a bit too fast to keep your breathing steady, and as you pull the glass forward, your feet give way and you slip. you fall backwards, your head colliding with the floor, and your arms flying backwards, the glass flying with them. it soars through the air and hits the wa
stardust.her hair whipped around her eyes with a fury of a thousand rays of sun.stardust.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
she swayed from side to side and her limbs were a concoction of fluid.
she pretended that the lights dancing around her loved her back.
that when she snorted stardust the lights were real and held her close.
he had heard her speak of multiple ailments but had never seen one.
she spoke of daddy long legs crawling out of her ears and down her spine.
how her fingernails raked at her sides until she was raw and bleeding.
that her toes popped when she walked like bubbles in the wind.
but when he undressed her in the dark he found no flaws, only goose bumps.
her eyes held the solar system and lit up her face, placid but ready.
she was always prepared for something that he knew was intangible.
a tick buried deep in her brain that she fueled with drugs and made her paranoid.
it wasn't until his heart was pounding sludge through his veins did he know.
after a taste of her stardust he watched as she melted through a sea of l
defenstrating a window.collab.morning starts when daybreaks fragile security. its six am, and youre still alone at the bar sipping your best friends Liquor and Loneliness. the pub owners know your wallets name by heart and are used to your routine. you want to stop, but alcohol bottles pay your mind the rent and bills, so you let your liver take the debt instead.defenstrating a window.collab.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
the day ends when nightfalls asleep, when the moon shoplifts the sun and pulls oceanic strings in its favor. its six pm, and youre still passed out on the taproom floor. the roosters are calling, but you keep hanging up when you should be hanging on. and all this hanging reminds me of your windowpain. your inebriation shattered the glass like a hammer, and the broken window frame hungover your once-ambitious wall of fame reminds you of yourself framed and hung: you framed the window for drunk driving, and the bribed judge sent it
when the city burns alive,Today I woke up with a head cold and a bad case of inspiration. I made a necklace out of froot loops and macaroni then I gave it to a little girl in the park because she looked a little sad. She told me, "Don't you ever wonder why we are the way we are?" Everyday, everyday.when the city burns alive,6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was one of those days when the weather forecast is wrong and it ends up pouring rain instead of staying sunny. I walked to the bridge with my hair in knots and my fingers crossed. I thought if I could jump and fall fast enough, you wouldn't see me coming. You would just react.
You're the line through my name because it doesn't look right without your last name. You're the angry piano melody in my head waiting for a sad ballad to be made. You're all the unusual words in my vocabulary that I never use because I feel unworthy. You're the person who found my fossil heart and made it worth keeping.
I went to the bridge today with knots in my hair and my fingers crossed. You were there in royal blue and black. I could
Ana, my lover. When it first began, I saw her only for a brief moment. I walked past a mirror, she was there in a moment and gone in a flash. She was beautiful; she was a bird boned structure with sharpened edges to cut into your heart. Her image lingered with me and so I searched everywhere. I wanted her.Ana, my lover.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The special girls said that she had to choose me, that I had to be special to be in her presence. She was treated as a god to some and others just seen her as a degenerative disease.
I just saw her as something gorgeous.
The flash of her bones would become more frequent and I was delighted. She never stayed for long though,she would take off into the shadows and I was left crying for her. I would become more anxious after seeing her leave, what if I would never see her beautiful face again? What if she thought I wasn't special enough for her?
calbertthere is a zebra named calbert. he doesn't like his name. his mother chose it, but he didn't like her taste- besides, she's not the one that has to live with it.calbert5 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
calbert is a little different than the other zebras he knows. he doesn't exactly have friends, but he knows everyone in his herd. there's peter, the only zebra who will even talk to him. calbert likes peter just fine, and peter likes calbert just fine, but calbert isn't only different in his mother's choice of names
see, calbert has rainbow stripes. it's very strange, to live in a world of black and white yet be coloured so brightly. calbert grew accustomed to it, though. he understood that not everyone will accept his colourfulness. his mother tells him it's beautiful, but calbert doesn't trust that because she also thought calbert was a beautiful name
well, calbert's life was a bit lonely throughout his childhood. as aforementioned, he didn't really have many friends- and peter was only friends with him when no one else was
InsecureI fidget I fiddleInsecure6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel panicked and paranoid
I know I can't relax
When my behaviours seem so void
If you're looking at me
I can guess what you're thinking
My heart knows I'm wrong
But my confidence is sinking
The mirror is my enemy
Relflection brings me to tears
Far from perfection
The most realised of my fears
Look at the mess that has become
Out of something so pure
But I'm helpless against my mind
When I feel so insecure
charlotte.it was halloween and charlotte was dressed as an obnoxious pumpkin, because her mother tries to make her a normal child.charlotte.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and charlotte will whisper that normal children smash pumpkins, not wear them.)
when charlotte was seven she decided that she would swim far out into old pine lake, and hold her breath until the colors in her eyes turned purple, like the bruises that slid down her thighs and touched apon her fragile feet.
(and it was then that charlotte realized, that no one would be around to save her, and that just wasn't the point.)
charlotte decides to be called "char" because it sounds like something silent, and distant. when you say a word so many times in a row it just doesn't sound the same anymore.
(because charlotte wasn't the same,anymore.
charlotte's first b
the personal ad of a writerumpteen year old woman, married once to the false hope of literary promise, from themiddleof, nowhere.the personal ad of a writer6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i spend night by fire, with a wish to fall in to bear beautiful, melting scars. burn off all my hair. singe my eyelids. sleep in cinders. i spend time in bed alone, celibate, not-sleeping, not-dreaming, too-tired, just-thinking.
i am often seen wearing a coat of blue wool, holding a knock-off coffee-chain cup, carrying emotional baggage in a brown leather suitcase.
unemployed, undetermined, unattached, underwater, unimportant.
in search of a hand to hold, heart to spit out, lips to kiss the scars on my wrists, mouth to suck out my soul[ they are all more trouble than they are worth.
i write poems, but i am not a poet. poets are thieves of emotions and old words. my heart is something like a wild beast, rabid and fearsome and fearful, but i love with more than a love, just ask my annabel lee.
i'll come home.dear holly,i'll come home.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see youre crying, but dont worry, baby, ill be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but itll open again and youll be running down the airport terminal and ill be there to catch you.
count the days until i come home, ill be counting them with you.
im home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and its a bitter feeling to be surrounded by all this carbon dioxide. i walked into our room and looked at the bed that we bought together last june. all that space made me ache. so i went and grabbed boston and climbed on top of the covers with him. hes such a good dog, charlie, you were right. he just put his massive head on his paws and let me cry in his neck.
when i wa
Ana and MiaWhen Ana and Mia enter your mindAna and Mia6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You start to believe their fatal lies.
Dont eat this, dont you dare eat that
Youll gain weight, youll look too fat.
Youll let them in, they take control
And its your body thats taking the toll.
But youll be empty, and empty is pure
Youll test the limits to what your body endures.
You fast for a day, then one day becomes three
Your body craves food, but you ignore the pleas.
Sure, youre thinner and the bones start to show
Youre tired and weak, can you see that though?
Then one day you slip and you start to binge
Eating everything in the cabinets and fridge.
What do you do with all that food youve consumed?
You must throw it up, get it out, you conclude.
Starve and restrict is what Ana instructs
If you eat, Mia demands that you throw it up.
After a while youre frail, fragile, confused
Youve lost yourself, you realize bemused.
Youve lost weight, but you need to lose m
when i was seven.(when i was seven)when i was seven.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my math teacher told my mom i was disturbed.
i didn't know what exactly that meant
but i thought maybe it was because i read
too much about russia, and time
travel, and fairies, and oxygen,
and Poe. maybe because i was
with the blind kid who didn't
brush his hair very much.
or maybe because i told my gym
teacher i had lupus so i didn't have
to play floor-hockey. she told me once
that maybe i should read some nice books
about Henry the rabbit and his
journey to the moon (which i knew
was physically impossible, for a rabbit
to grow lettuce in space, that is).
and she told me to get some nicer friends
that didn't pick their noses, some friends
that would play dolls with me on the
picnic bench. i was worried that i would
get in trouble for hiding in the boys bathroom
from the principal, or for putting a booger
on the globe, or for using my math
as a bookmark, or maybe for
telling Shelby Taylor that if she ate the
booger i put on t
charcoal hearti met him while summer was turning into winter. it was beautiful the way the leaves fell and we would try to catch them before they hit the ground.charcoal heart6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each pair of jeans he owned were ripped and grass-stained. he was known for sporting duct-taped converse and his baggy sweaters would act as a place for him to hide.
he would wear his scars like a prayer, covering his body and i hated having to remind him that he was only sixteen years old sixteen years old with an expression that showed disinterest. sixteen years old with tired, brown eyes and wind-swept hair. sixteen years old with sharp bones that liked digging into my skin.
the first time we kissed it rained
the first time we fucked i felt the history that stained his skin.
one day we went to the beach and drew pictures with sticks in the sand. we stood still and let the tide come up over our bare feet and wash away our pictures.
he took a step back so the tide could no longer reach him. hey, he s
Ben 10 Transformers: CH7 After hours of walking in the desert, Matthew finally reached Bellwood and stopped at the edge of the city. "Countdown, I need you to..." Before he could finish, the little bug-like robot crawled onto his left arm and transformed into a cool watch. Matthew smiled and continued his way into the city.Ben 10 Transformers: CH75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Back at Erin's house, Erin was laying down on her bed staring at the ceiling with her pj's still on, wondering about the night she met that eccentric scientist. Remembering about the box she obtained that night, Erin took the strange metal container from under her bed and set it down in front of her on her mattress. She looked at the jigsaw puzzle-like tiles that were on top of the strange circular object. "Is this supposed to be some sort of puzzle box?" Erin said to herself, "I wonder what's inside." She thought for a few moments and decided to try and open the box, since she had nothing better to do.
Meanwhile, back in the city, Matthew was walking down the streets. In his
temptation never tasted.if i'm the smoke in the middletemptation never tasted.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the night then you're the fire
that's daring to breathe me into the
stars. and if i'm the steam fogging
up the windows, then you're
the ravaging fingers on sweat-
slicked flesh that's birthing it.
because neither of us are sweet
summer lullabies or gentle may
showers. no, we're nail-bitten
hips and saltwater-lips knocking
over vases and shoving devil-wing
shoulders into the wall. we're
pillaging hunger and insatiable greed,
sinning our way through poetic silence.
we're taking what we want and be
damned what stands in the way.
we're a wildfire tearing down
the forest, a hurricane ripping
the roofs off of the greater
metropolitan area. we're an
unnatural disaster, colliding in
an explosion of sparks and metal.
we're igniting the world until it burns
to the ground, we're wringing out the
ocean. we're standing in the middle
of the dust-hazed war zone we've
created and all we can notice is heat.
So InsecureIm so insecure at times.So Insecure6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the time,
But you cant blame me.
Some actions seem suspicious,
And if you saw them through my eyes,
You would agree.
If you ever asked me to explain,
I would tell you,
But you never do,
So Ill sit in silence.
But before I seal my lips,
Let me at least say this.
I over react all the time,
But you never bother asking why.
You tell me not to assume things,
But don't you do the same?
I'm sure you think I'm ridiculous.
With the ways Ive been acting.
Arent you the least bit curious?
Forget it now, for the time has passed
For me to explain.
Im sealing my lips again,
And if you ever bother asking this time,
It may be too late,
For now Ill feel ridiculous telling you.
Until you go through the same things I do,
You wouldnt understand anyways.
LiarLiarLiar8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a liar.
You lied to me everytime you told me 'I love you'
You hid yourself behind a mask.
You did a pretty good job on that task.
I was a dummy to believe you.
I thought I could keep on going.
I thought I can live on pretending.
I was a liar myself.
Who could be blamed?
I wanted to keep it the way it was.
I wanted it to be...
I want to bring the days back where Ignorance is bliss...
I wish that was even possible.
Now I think back...
Everything was my fault.
If only I hadn't been so stupid.
If only I haven't been so ignorant.
If only I didn't take the risk.
If only, you never lied.
If only I never lied.
If only none of us was a liar.
It's too late now...
can't promise what you want.i think we can make this work.can't promise what you want.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i think we can too.
but you have to promise me something.
promise me youll never leave the hand soap empty. promise me that when you see the faucet accidently leaking on the counter, youll take a towel and mop it up instead of just shrugging and walking away. promise me you wont leave your jeans rumpled in the hall because they didnt make it all the way into the room.
i cant lie, i cant promise that. but i will promise to never leave your hands empty. i will promise that when your bad day has leaked all over your cheeks, ill take my lips and wipe it away. and i promise that ill never leave your feelings rumpled outside a locked bedroom door.
i can compromise with that.
and can you promise me something?
ill certainly try.
promise me you wont drag me into some
Ten Tips for Writing1) Describe. Description is good, and you should always do it as much as you can. We know you see the world you want to show us, but we need to see it as well, every detail. Make good use of adjectives and adverbs. Metaphors, allegories, and references are your friends. When something happens, make sure all relevant questions of who, what, where, how are answered (unless, of course, it's a mystery). And during particularly influential events say, the introduction of a new character or setting, bringing to light a new concept or perspective in a dynamic character anything story-changing should be described as much as possible.Ten Tips for Writing4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The van came to a halt at the corner of forty-third and eight, invisible aside from the strip of quarter-moonlight glinting off its mirrors. Four men stepped automatically from it, all dressed equally darkly, and equally silent.
Midnight Meets Erin Timmons"Hmm? What's this?" Midnight stared at a girl with beautiful Orange hair. "Maybe I should introduce myself to her." Midnight said beneath her breathe. She then walked to where that girl was sitting. "Oh, hello there." The girl said. She reached out a hand to pet Midnight on the head. Midnight put her head on the girl's legs. "Is this the one I was searching for? Me being the guardian of the All Spark.... let's just hope she's not evil. But why would someone as sweet as this child be evil?" Midnight thought. Questions were spinning around her head searching for answers. Then the girl spoke, "My name is Erin, Erin Timmons. It's nice to meet you!" Erin said.Midnight Meets Erin Timmons5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"If only I can say hi back." Midnight thought. "Well I have to go little dog, but I might be able to see you soon." Erin said. She then got up and left, "Perhaps I should follow her." Midnight thought. Then she started to follow Erin down the street. "Hmm? If you followed me I don't think my friend would want you coming to where we ar
pray she doesn't knowhello,pray she doesn't know6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think i scream your name
in my sleep,
because my mother keeps
asking who you are.
she looks at me with knitted brows
and a hand halfway orbiting
i think she is afraid to touch me,
and her eyes look a little funny
when she says your name-
it sounds so wrong, thick and congealed
as it spills from her tongue and
over her teeth.
i want to ask her what i've been saying-
have i been screaming?
i don't know if i should know,
but her half-painted pink fingernails
hover and tremble between us,
and i keep thinking that it is the
same for you and for me;
we are simply drowning and all of nothing
is enough in this graveyard sea.