What is it really?An apple can't fall too close to the tree.
Love is a hurricane.
A spoonful of sugar makes your symptoms worse.
Laughter could be a cure.
Actions really do scream louder than words.
You don't get all of what you see,
and if you can't feel it, perhaps it does exist.
Building up walls keep people from climbing over.
Just because you need them doesn't give you an open door.
No one will chase after you even if you run away.
Equal and opposite is never the reaction.
Forgivness is easily forgotten.
in love with a dream...I'm in love with a dream,in love with a dream...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's sad but it's true,
Sadly it seems,
I'm in love with you,
When I dream you're with me,
And we're both happy together,
But I wake and then hear,
The very words I fear,
It's not true,
I'm not with you,
And you're with her,
And I want to cry,
But I cant help who I love,
Even if it makes me want to die,
So I'll stay here,
Happy I'll seem,
But really I'm far away,
In love with my dream of you...
a true gift for you..I choose to give you a gift,a true gift for you..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a hug,
Your hopes it could lift,
While spreading some love,
I give you it to say;
'I'm right here for you and always will be.'
I hope that it rids you of fear,
Stops any pain,
And stills your tears,
I think that your awesome,
A real true friend,
And i hope that as one,
You'll be around till the end...
lost in the darknessWe're lost in the darkness,lost in the darkness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to find the light,
Some people say we're heartless,
And maybe they're right,
Run through the forest,
Wolves howl into the night,
The leaves here are dense,
And the moon is lost from sight,
Forget the things of the past,
While we are filled with fright,
We cant escape the madness,
Try as we might...
you dont know meDont pretend you know,you dont know me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I feel inside,
Dont pretend to know,
What goes on in my mind,
You dont know who I am,
You dont even try,
You dont know who I am,
Or how much I cry,
How easy it would be,
To escape this life,
To set myself free,
I could always use a knife,
Or a pill or some fire,
To bring down this house,
A rope or a Bath,
Would make me quiet as a mouse,
So dont say that you know,
What goes on in my head,
The monsters dont show,
Just hide under my bed,
You drive me away,
With all the things that you do,
All the things that you say,
Just push me further from you,
Further and further,
Down this black hole,
Than live like this I'd rather,
Loose my stupid soul,
So dont pretend to know,
What makes me me,
When you dont even know,
My favourite movie...
JoyYou fear reprimand,Joy5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
love feels so far away.
That blade leads you astray.
Your life is not unplanned.
Don't refrain from tears.
Have faith; you're not alone.
Scars and lies...heart turning to stone.
Do not give into fear.
You said it's art...
the result of a mistake,
and happiness is fake.
This breaks my heart.
youYou fill my dreams,you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're in every book I read,
I think of you always,
My heart wants to be freed,
Every song reminds me of you,
The wind whispers your name,
I see you everywhere,
And love is to blame,
Even in my nightmares,
I dont mind them cause you're there,
When I see you in the street,
I cant help but stare,
I hope you realise how i feel,
It pains me to be far from you,
I miss you,
Even if I saw you at school,
Only minutes before,
I cant help but want to see you some more,
Do you miss me when I'm gone?,
I love you... Do you love me...?
Salome's DanceSalome's Dance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have watched me dance
a thousand times
my skirt twirling
like the sleek serpent
lost in your garden.
I watch your eyes
suck the light
from the candles
every time I move,
your fingers keeping time
with the coins
that dress my hips
and I know you are a master
of making dreams
Tonight I dance
just for you
and through half-closed eyes
I watch you push me
against the cushions
where my hair
pleads with your bare chest
and I bear your love
on my wrists and ankles,
each thrust false witness
on my mother's lips.
Oh, you know
this will cost more
than the gold
in your coffers
or all the spices
and your slave girls
will talk for months
only warms your legend
in their eyes.
Your hands have offered
any price for grace
but all I ask
you bring me his head.
Falling For YouI'm falling for you likeFalling For You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rocks thrown into the ocean;
Hard and fast
Reaching bottom with a 'splash'.
Love in ResponseWhen I say I love you,Love in Response5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say it because...
you make each breath I take
You make me feel as if I'm living for a purpose,
not just searching for an answer I can't find.
You cast away the demons of my past
with every tight-knit hug
and every gentle kiss.
I say it
because you don't realize you mean the world to me,
and because I can't hope to sum it up
in just five lines of words across a computer screen.
When I say I love you,
I'm hoping you can look beyond the phantoms in my eyes
and into the heart of every moment spent with you.
I say it
because it's as close to honest as I can get sometimes,
and I don't want to push you away...
You haven't wonI draw a little line,You haven't won5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across my pale wrist,
I hold back the pain,
And clench my fist,
Blood runs from the cut,
And onto the floor,
There used to be pain,
But not anymore,
You broke my heart,
Made me feel numb,
You tore me apart,
But you haven't won,
You cant make me leave,
I'll stay as long as I want to,
Waiting for someone to save,
Me from you...
Your Love Disappoints Me"What is wrong with you, Jess?" Your voice is cruel, frozen in the warm air.Your Love Disappoints Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't tell you there's a stain on my heart where your name used to be or that it hurts to even look at you now.
I don't tell you I don't want to remember.
Bone-Brittle LeavesYour eyes were moon-brightBone-Brittle Leaves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and when you flashed me that grin,
my heart skipped to still.
I didn't care that the wind was chilling my veins or that his words had carved craters into my soul. I didn't care that it was only date one and you were stealing my heart piece-by-piece because you had honey-gold eyes and the moonlight made you almost translucent and you were holding me gently, so gently.
There were whispers and laughter around us and we were nestled up in our own little world and we might as well have been strangers for all the talking we did that night and I didn't care that I was acting a fool, clinging to you like you had been sent there to save me.
And maybe the truth is you were, but as the bone-brittle leaves crackled under our feet while you were walking me to the door, all I could think about were the streetlamps in your hair and the silent amusement in your eyes and the ways I felt the dawn cracking open my pain-blinded heart to a different version of what tur
To Whom it May ConcernMy dear, lucky discoverer:To Whom it May Concern4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you have stumbled unknowingly
upon his bruised and battered heart,
then you have found yourself a Heaven
that even angels would kill to fly into.
He will, if you so choose to let him,
sweep you off your steady feet
and into arms strong of caring
and tender with love.
He shall raise you to the tenth power of laughs,
keeping your face alight with
a smile a minute
and your veins swimming in
blood cells that are drowning in joy.
He will do whatever he can
to chase your sadness away
and fill your skies with brilliant sunshine
and golden rays of happy bliss.
True to his word,
he will attempt to hold you forever,
fearing the loss of your company
above and beyond all other things.
He will not hurt you purposefully,
because to bring pain to one he cherishes so dearly
would be equivalent of killing his own soul.
Never would he leave you behind
to choke on dusty memories or particles of tears.
Nor would he ever
take you for granted,
even if it takes him decades
A Perfect WorldA Perfect World5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A perfect world made by you and me
Is where I pictured we would forever be,
A place where we could be lovers and friends
United as one until the end
In a place that is like a beautiful dream.
A place that we would never want to leave
A place far beyond our mental reach
Where new journeys leading to happiness open
A perfect world.
I pictured a place so happy and full of glee,
A place that is fit for a queen and king,
A place free from all deadly sins,
Where those who are good always win,
And all things beautiful can finally sing.
A perfect world.
BewildermentAll I ever wanted was to feel you inside of meBewilderment5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the nooks and crannies of my mind,
The voided blackness of my heart.
But I'm left with a vague sense of bewilderment.
::her favorite suicide note::i.::her favorite suicide note::5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
ella is hurting. in the mornings, she jumpstarts her pulse with caffeine and promises herself to the sun, but when she opens her eyes, all she sees are clouds. she inhales false hopes like peppermint and cigars, gasping through the addiction, but ella is lost. her compass no longer points north. in fact, it doesn't point a direction at all, but focuses on leading her steps astray. so ella follows it to the bottle, hidden behind laundry and hand-soap, and she gulps away. but ella's confused. the caress of her hand on the cool neck of booze is good for nothing but pain.
ella is crying. in the warbles of traffic at noon, her grasp is hooked into claws on the wheel and she tries to calm herself down, sobs hunching her into a ball. she pours herself into a ballad of pain, voice cracking on all the right notes because she doesn't believe in the harmony. and ella is burning.
time-spinning, frail organsdecembertime-spinning, frail organs5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i signed the form today, the dark clouds beyond your window--swollen with rain, bruising the sky--echoing the mood trapped behind closed doors. at six, i took your bandaged hand--careful, dear, you told me six months ago. don't bump the i.v.--and whispered goodbye with my tears. i whispered my secrets before you let yourself go.
do you remember growing up? we were twenty-four, fresh out of college, and you were beautiful. your crimped-up, decked-out, rust-red-tinted hair smelled of black licorice markers and cups of chai tea. i buried myself in its webs that night. begged you to take me away.
and you did, love. the sway of your hips kissing mine stopped the world, and for ten seconds, i forgot what you told me. for a moment, i forgot you were already moving on.
your eyes were yellow, feverish, the frailty of your failing organs much too
a love etched with goodbyesi.a love etched with goodbyes5 years ago in General More Like This
your breathstrokes hurt my ears and i can't seem to drown you out. i'm sorry, but my patience for excuses ran out when you glittered my veins with your "i never did you wrong" denials. i just want you to understand: i never gave my heart to you completely. and if you want the truth, than listen closely: when i was with you, he held me more often than you ever had the chance to. because after all, you only cared about my fingers trailing sin across your spine (midnight moans you were addicted to) and all he cared about was all that mattered. me. stop breathing in my ear and send my movies back to me. keeping them won't make me change my mind or end your pain, just give it up already.
your visage haunts my eyes and blinking doesn't make you fade. and i'm angry. i've handed my heart over to the cruelties of your palms too many times, but i stopped believing in yo
Diary Entries of a Dead Girl"Wanted: One heart. It must be scarred along the edges, cracked...but only a little." She sets the pen down next to her, ink balled upon the tip in black, and glances at the diary. Torn and tear-stained pages clutter the space between the covers like tissues in a box, the clasp hanging off-kilter. Broken. A steak-knife and hammer lie near the tips of her left fingers. She picks up the pen.Diary Entries of a Dead Girl5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"It must not age, but stay naive forever. It must be fitting for a girl of sixteen to still be able to dream with. It cannot shatter." The down-slanted scroll, learned over eleven years and many alterations, blares the thoughts of a young girl's life. Twelve pages from the end, the script begins to change, to mutate. The last entry is a mess of jumbled words and half-hearted pencil strokes. Despair.
"Wanted: One heart in mint-condition. I