daughter of doubtthere is a feeling in this air, this midnight air -daughter of doubt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it caresses my face and opens my eyelids.
my knuckles ache from lack of attention
but my chest sparkles with pride,
for your face is a sight like the moon.
there is a halo of light
and you are a being. a human being.
our fingertips touch and our flesh gives way;
how is it you are so fascinating
when you are just a glimmer made from
the secrets i shout from the rooftops?
my mouth opens and my tongue is an unfinished song.
the emptiness inside me flows out past my teeth;
it tastes like choking on salt water.
i would not be surprised if it infected you.
it is a virus and i am its breeding ground -
my soft-spoken words making their way into souls
you are so very hard to believe in
you are so very hard to believe
because every word you utter
Telling StoriesI got my first tattoo when I was seventeen. I remember going into the shop with my mom and nervously telling the tattoo artist what I wanted. My mom couldn't understand why I wanted a tribal symbol, but I loved what it represented: strength and passion. I told him I wanted it on my left shoulder-blade and he just told me to take that arm out of my shirt and started to dab my skin with alcohol.Telling Stories5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At first, it hurt like a bitch. But the pain soon lessened, and after a while I couldn't feel a thing. A half hour later, the tribal symbol was complete. The artist handed me a mirror so I could see it. It was amazing. I grinned and nodded my head, letting him know he did a great job. It was at that moment, I knew I was addicted.
Now it was three years later, and I'd accumulated six more tattoos. Most were small, except for one that took a chunk out of the small of my back. I was now heading into the shop for my eighth. I opened the door and stepped inside. Rock music play
i can't give you tomorrowi likei can't give you tomorrow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i like
and i like
and i like
and i like
and i like
and i like
and your fingerless
of these beautiful things
do i love
When I ListenI've never once hated snoring--When I Listen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or found the experience to be annoying
since the one I shared the room with
has always been with someone I liked sharing a room with
and the sound made by their breathing
was comforting to wake up to in the middle of a night,
especially after a bad dream.
Ricochet of bullets and the trumpets of war
become a lover's caress and a sound I adore,
a simple huff of air blows away the most frightening storms
and I snuggle up closer with my head on his chest,
eased by the fact he is well and alive
and still by my side.
The silence is what destroys me.
The distant ticking of a clock that I did not know we have,
passing the moments closer to an alarm,
passing the minutes closer to an end,
keeping time to the thoughts that keep buzzing in my head,
possibly the most nerve-wracking feeling of all,
just wanting to sleep and knowing you can't.
Then it's the chorus of the frogs croaking in summer,
the sound of the wind, dancing out in the snow,
the rustling of leaves al
I WantI WantI Want4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be the first thing
when you wake up
in the morning,
and the last thing
before you close
that you smile at
in your eyes;
you reach for
when we're walking
down the street.
to be the girl
with a smile
on your mouth.
The one who's arms
you want around you
at the end
of a hard day.
to be yours.
Silver Heart ChainGive me your heart, he whispered in my earSilver Heart Chain7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I looked at him curiously. My head tilted to the side
Not exactly understanding what it was he was demanding.
You already have it, silly. I kissed him softly
But he did not seem to believe me and shook his head.
I dont. I cant feel it. He pleaded. His eyes wide
Those blue eyes I can never deny
But I did not know what he meant as I placed my hand against his chest
Its in there. And yours is in here. Placing my own hand against my ch
Urban Bedtime StoryI fell in love once, on a cloud,Urban Bedtime Story4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
though in the East, they call it fog
and in the west, they call it smog,
but when you are in love, you call it anything really,
it doesn't matter much at all.
We ate food on a stick, not in a restaurant,
but in a park, by a lake, with trees and frogs,
singing of true nature and not being serenaded
by violins and bad singers, who pull at your sleeves
and try to get you to dance.
Minutes passed into hours, and hours turned into boats
that we paddled across the lake, arguing about how mustard
isn't appreciated as much as ketchup, though ketchup
goes better with everything, in my opinion, but it's not so much
the conversation-but the fact we could have such a conversation.
I knew then, I was in love.
You can tell when your heart starts racing,
like it's drumming feet against your chest, keeping time,
to a world full of music heard only in the mind, and
your palms get sweaty like it got 90 degrees outside.
I knew I was in love.
Yet sometimes we for
titles shouldn't be necessaryi am going to be completely honest: i still see a person i love when i look at you. i still miss how your shirts were always soft. i still miss the way your eyes looked close-up. my palms still haven't forgotten what the small of your back feels like, and my stomach still feels like a magnet.titles shouldn't be necessary4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
you stand out from every crowd i see you in. i single you out automatically, analyze every detail of your face, your hair, the way you slouch.
i search myself for signs of regret, and i have none. you and i simply don't mix.
or maybe that's just it - it isn't simple. we're not like oil and water. we're not like night and day. we are like dusk. you are the sun, and i am the moon, and we only partly overlap.
but when we do, it's a little too beautiful to forget.
The NightThe NightThe Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My head aches
from tears that won't fall.
My fingers clench
hard on the wheel.
I hate that time of night
where everything seems
When it feels like I'll just break
into a million little pieces
if someone doesn't
wrap their arms around me
and hold me together.
If someone doesn't show me
I'm worth more
that a half-hearted wave,
or a lopsided smile
as every last person
passes me by
in favour of something prettier
to look at.
I hate the night.
The dark times
where old thoughts
of suicide and loneliness
glide to the surface
hand in hand - a disasterously well matched pair.
And there's nothing I can do
but ride it out
as I head for home,
fighting down thoughts of you,
along with the bile rising
in my throat
and the shaking threatening
to pry my hands
from the steering wheel.
flower-eyes and windswept hairi was only a girl of nine, and you a boy of eleven.flower-eyes and windswept hair5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
we had tall a oak tree in our back yard. in the summer, it had green leaves and i would climb all the way to the top.
i would immerse myself in its tangled branches and watch you, over the back fence. every morning before school i would sit and watch you play.
sometimes i would be late, but i didn't really mind.
you would kick your soccer ball towards to windows, and your mother would scorn you from inside. sometimes i imagined you saw me.
sometimes i realised you couldn't.
i was only a girl of thirteen, and you a boy of fifteen.
in the summer i would sit outside under my oak tree and read. i was dressed in yellow summer dresses and my brown hair would fall messily below my shoulders. i could hear you and your friends next door. sometimes you kicked your soccer ball against my fence. i didnt really mind though.
once, your friend kicked your ball too high and it flew over your fence, landing in my garden.
you climbed the f
Wishesi wishWishes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i could sit with you
in the mornings
and you would play
stairway to heaven
on your guitar
and i would hum along
that we sat together in biology
i wouldn't have to look halfway across the room
to look at you
i could tell you
that white t-shirts
look really good on you
and you would smile
and say thanks
i could muster up
the courage to talk to you
and you would talk back
and wouldn't think of me
as the weird freshman girl
wishes came true
All I Can SayIt was one of those moments where your breath catches in your throat. You know the ones I mean, where there is just pure emotion in the air, and all you can do is let it carry you and try not to break down.All I Can Say5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The weird thing is, I couldn't tell you what was going on. I will never be able to tell you who was there, if it was happy or sad or funny.
All I can say is it was perfect.
Valerie part III whirled, bringing my arm up, prepared to hit whoever it was. A hand closed around my wrist, stopping the built up momentum. I gasped. It was him! He was only inches away from my face, smirking wickedly at me. His eyebrow quirked. "Feisty aren't you?" His voice was just as mesmerizing as his eyes, deep and smooth. "You're Valerie?"Valerie part II6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I nodded searching for words. "How did you know I was in here?" Yeah, I know, witty, huh?
He smiled as though amused. "Your friend told me you would probably make a run for it, so I assumed you would come in here." He released my wrist and took a step back. "But why, I wonder, would you want to hide from me?"
He'd removed his cloak and rolled his sleeves up to the elbows. The muscles and tendons in his arms moved under his skin as he balled up his hands and shoved them in his pockets.
"Uh..." I couldn't seem to tear my eyes from his arms. "I was just going to lie down. I'm not feeling good." Can you say lame?
He chuckled. "You're nervous. Just come talk to
My TeacherDedicated to Mr. Touma, Mrs. Whitten, Mr. Meyer, and Mrs. Devito.My Teacher9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are certain teahcers that make a
the ones that you remember all through life.
The knowledge they give you stays in your mind for years;
not every teacher can make a difference like that.
There are teachers that keep you wanting more from their class,
instead of watching the second hand on the clock tick away.
Not every teachers tries, but sometimes you encounter a rare occasion,
when your teacher gives you a little more attention during each class.
There are teachers that don't just teach a single lesson,
but put the world's knowledge at your fingertips.
These are the teachers that are hard to find,
Not every student is lucky enough to have a teacher like you...
BooksAh, the absolute amazing-nessBooks10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of books, books, books.
Books tell stories.
Books record facts.
Books relate history
And how to make snacks.
They come in many a shape and size,
These books, books, books.
Books can be fat.
Books can be tall.
Books can be skinny,
And books can be small.
Oh, the many things you find
When you look in a book, book, book.
There are books about London.
There are books about space.
There are books about cartoons
And even how to race.
You can find a story about anything
In a book, book, book.
About a family and children,
About wizards and witches,
About sadness and sorrow,
Or about little fishes.
Unless you were born knowing,
History is learned from a book, book, book.
You lean battles.
You learn dates.
You learn cultures
And once living greats.
Suppose you want to make a snack, what to do?
Look in a book, book, book.
Books help make cookies.
Book help make cakes.
Books help make snow ice cream
And even chocolate crepe.
Oh the multitude of authors
Who write books
Valerie-Vampire Story-No TitleThe first time I saw him I was eighteen. I had no idea what he was, but he fascinated me. His black hair that was longer than mine, glistening in the moonlight, his huge silver eyes. That was enough to keep me watching him from across the yard.Valerie-Vampire Story-No Title6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why are you staring at that guy? Sarah said, nudging my arm. This was her party. Her parents were gone for the weekend so she and her little brother decided to throw a little birthday bash for me. The problem was, I only knew about twenty of the people who showed up. Everything had gone wrong and tons of people that none of us knew came, hoping for beer and weed. Too bad for them, this was only a dance party.
He looks like hes trying to be a badass or something.
I was just trying to figure out who he is. Do we know him? I asked.
Sarahs eyebrow quirked. Do we know half of the people here?
She had a point. I kind of want to talk to him. I could already feel the bloo
can't talk about it nowi sit on the end of her bed and watch her braid her hair.can't talk about it now4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she's beautiful in the dim light from the lamp on the floor.
the way her dark tangelled hair falls around her shoulders makes my heart ache. if only i could run my fingers through it and show her how amazing she looks.
she has pale skin and red cheeks, wide eyes that are sometimes green and sometimes brown, and dark eyelashes that she wishes were longer.
she talks to me about love sometimes. tells me how she's too broken to care, too scared to want to. i tell her that love could heal her cuts and bruises if only she'd let it. but she won't.
if i could tell her how gently i'd handle her heart and for how long i'd hold onto her essence maybe she'd understand what love is about. but she's never really been in love has she? not like this.
we sit on her bedroom floor and drink whiskey from the bottle, her wasting away and me yearning for her to see what i do.
but soon enough we'll move apart and she'll cry for a week over having lost
Unable To Find The JoyUnable To Find The JoyUnable To Find The Joy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to find the joy
in your eyes anymore.
Unable to move the shadows aside.
Youre forever seeking approval
in all the wrong places,
earning nothing but the blood
pouring down your back,
from people who couldnt care less
for your well-being.
I'll Never BeIll Never BeI'll Never Be5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ill never be
one of those girls
that gets all the boys,
or wears a skimpy suit
to the beach.
Ill never be
singled out in the crowd
for my face,
or my body.
Ill never be
one to turn heads,
to grab your attention.
Ill never be
the kind of girl
youre looking for.
But Ill be me,
and thats ok.