TH - Long lost friend Chap. 1TH - Long lost friend Chap. 16 years ago in Teen More Like This
Laughter filled the cold winter air,
as the two young students ran through the thick snow after a good day at school,
happily holding hands.
After running for what felt like forever the two boys finally collasped
to the white grassy surface out of breath,
still giggling away.
"That was fun." squeaked the small raven haired boy.
The rebel looking dredlocked boy could only giggle at the other boys cute comment.
The both lay there together still holding hands enjoying each others company,
while watching the snow gently fall onto there pink cheeks.
Letting time slip through there fingers.
It was getting late..
Suddenly the dark haired boy spoke up.
"Do you think.. we'll be friends forever.?"
A smile spread across Tom's face.
"Without a doubt my little Billa."
Bills face lite up with glee and wrapped his arms around his best buddie,
snuggling into the crook of his neck.
He loved his best friend, but most of all he adored Bill just being Bill.
A cute, sensitive
river girlher eyesriver girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
made of pools that ripple when they blink,
and shed droplets that wash up onto
her riverbank cheeks
when she cries. she's the
river girl, hands soft that will
gently tug you under
the surface to hold you against
soft swells in the bed of sand.
she's hollow and yet full of
sorrow, with silvery
fish swimming in and out between
her ribs. with lips like seaweed
that caress you, your wrist
your shoulder, your
neck. she rests you against her silken
body, like a lover
she'll always hold you-
always trap you.
untamed, she is
unwanted. unloved, she is the
lonely river girl.
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she was neither dead
and her heart was left with the
because her eyes belonged to a crying bird,
always half blinded by tears
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It hurts. How long must I stay trapped? Will you save me? Do you know when my dad yells at me, or just yells in general I hide and listen to you? Will you sing to me and make me feel like Supergirl? I need to break free. Smile into the camera. Just for me please. Smile to make my heart swell to three, maybe even six times her original size in pure love. Smile so I can giggle in my own unique way and feel so happy. It feels good, and even though the world is ending around me, I feel like I'm flying. I'm so happy I know you even though you don't know I exsist. I'm a totally better person for knowing you, I'm more wellrounded. I know I will never see you for more than ten seconds, (who knows, maybe I'll never see you at all) but you need to know your loved.... I know this is out there but I feel as if we're soulmates connected by the music that we both sing every night. It's a chord of vibrant energy just flowing through our viens and pours out of our lips. We love what we do (I sing in m
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she is with lace and lamplight and
spindle legs poking from beneath her skirt.
i kiss her and i kiss her knees
and i pretend i don't hear her muffled crying.
the pillows smell of his hair and
his hair smells of wine aged years ago somewhere
underground. he's cold with moon-crater-gray
eyes that watch everything, everything.
& a bottle cap:
on the dewy tiled floor.
today i'll stay in this lacklustre room
where i often drown, to sink, to float.
no more music for the light lusting.
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my arms stretched long and my hair turned to leaves.
i'm dying, dying to be alive, but all the rain is all grey
with sincerity. they don't hide; the cloud people. instead,
they hide you. and so i've lost the sun for so long,
and the stars, and your smile is only timid memory.
if i let my feet roam as they pleased, they would never stop
until they were before you. over cool clover and through smooth streams.
over the through and river the woods. step step step dance. never fly,
i'm bound to the ground by my toes. i'll run, though. run through
curtains of wind and away until my pulse no longer
blocks my ears and i can hear silence again.
or your heart music through your lonely ribs.
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and the feeling of your arms around me lingers on my skin.
i can't wait for you to steal me away again,
to press my fingertips to your lips-
these moments are lined in pale moonlight
and bathed in whispers.
i can feel you looking at me.
i can feel your smile. just hold my hand
and everything is wonderful-
whether we're lost, or found,
or sleeping on the couch by candlelight.
what song is playing in your dreams tonight?
the smell of fog reminds me of you-
it's cloudy and sweet and honest.
my heart is truer when i'm around you,
i trust you with every bit of myself.
we're thunder when we collide
and we're lightning when we kiss.
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the inside of her mind is a spanish lullaby
just gentle chords strung into a
beautiful tapestry of sound. her skin
smells of oranges and cloves, and her hair is
cinnamon brown. she reminds you of
the feeling of waking up in the morning,
thirsty. she is the song you play for
every kind of weather
every kind of mood. you feel her
fingers on your cheek when you sleep,
you dream she's there with you. and even
when she's far away,
you hear her like the voice of a flute.
a haunting sound carried on
the wind, past hills and fields and
home to you.
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musical, thoughtful, smiling.
you're a dream within a dream, and all heartbeats,
and gentle movements in your sleep.
i swear songs sleep behind your eyelids and in your veins-
as you play guitar up and down my arm i hold my breath,
careful not to move, careful not to wake you
(or us) from this pleasant summer night.
all the sweetest memories we make,
dipped in moonlight or laced with candlelight,
kept safe in mind to be smiled upon tenderly
i can't think of you without my heart taking flight,
and my hand craving yours.
the hours are empty without you, empty like
the lingering smell of blown out candles,
or the hush after a long solemn rain.
somehow the faraway thunder is comforting,
and the silent lightning just another blink.
just another heartbeat buried in your chest-
here i'll always find it safe to rest my head.
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and lights are swaying,
distant tail lights
like dreaming dancers across the grass.
all the sounds are sad like midnight air
in my lungs, on my tongue,
in the desert there.
we're stepping silent down the road,
asphalt cold under our toes,
a thousand eyes up in the sky-
we're being watched, and
that's how you feel when there's
oh, i just want to pretend
there's no such thing as friendly fires,
you're lips are liars.
every time i fold my hands
the creases cut deeper in
until my skin suffocates my bones
and they gasp in harmony.
it's so hard to lose you now,
when i know now that i have lost.
how could i have thought that
this was just an easy win?
how could i have thought
you wanted in?
i was so sure i would be
pain-free. now i'm hurting myself.
how could i?
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Bill turned around to recieve a face full of fist.
His fragile body fell against the hard lockers and onto the cold floor.
'Why?' 'why do they always hurt me still?...'
Tears began to fill up in Bill's eyes.
He tryed to hide them from rolling down his bruised face,
Wishing that this would stop happening to him.
The big brutal boy started to laugh with his head held high.
"That right, go cry emo kid!"
The boy then walked off disappearing around the corner leaving Bill on the floor crying.
Luckily for Bill school had ended so nobody else was able to torture him and further.
But that didn't make him feel any better.
Ever since the day when Bill lost Tom everyone blamed him for his best friends death,
calling him a murderer.
He was only 12 with a fragile soul that could easily be broken.
Now that four years have past the bullying still goes on.. would they ever live it down?
Bill knew full well that he would do anything to save his friend.
Heck, he would even jump infront
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air and light? one minute i'm wiping the wind out of my eyes,
the next i'm staring at you, wondering if i know what you're thinking.
you're another page of a book, only this book that i'm reading i hope is mine
because when you touch my hand i can't remember what i'm saying, and
when you watch me i feel so exposed- a bird in the open sky.
it's like looking at the whole landscape below while it looks back at me.
you're the boy that can make me laugh endlessly, that keeps me up all night
until we hear the one and only train that passes my house at exactly 2 am.
(it thunders down the tracks for five minutes. five minutes of silence and noise.)
you don't leave until the birds wake up to start singing. you are honest,
and i could listen to your voice for hours. sometimes your heart
gushes out your eyes or mouth and though you're a romantic, i think it is fitting.
it's you- who loves the rain but has clear blue skies in your
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mükemmeliyetçi takım arkadaşı filoloji
deliliğini tecil ettirmiş iyi derecede gözlem ve algı
hedef kitleye yönelik içerik kaslı
yazılı ifadesi iyi ve dilbilgisine hakim etobur
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yaratıcı ve mükemmeliyetçi takım arkadaşı
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feels rain and hurries indoors.
a poet gives pause
to see waves surging throughout
oceans in every raindrop.
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In the zen garden
Rocks contemplate people
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You're quiet today, he says.
I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell himI am learning to accept the end of the world.
He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' appleI wonder if I could save them, my mouth choked against my jeans, his face tucked away in the crevices of my palm, a desert inside.
No, I say, I'm not.
There is an amputee in the dark playing war games. He presses shift and his gun comes out, and he hits ctrl twice to shoot. Two enemies fall with their arms streaming behind them, graphics tearing at pixels, his screen a mi
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Firetruck red. P
Purple is purple.
Yellow is lemon yellow
& deep blue & plums.
Green is brown.
Rape is red, & then bruised,
Rape feels like a rape. Quandary
tastes like guacamole,
not for any reason,
but she really likes guacamole.
A buzzing in her room burns
in her hand. Like a metal object
taken out of a microwave.
She can't sleep
in her room. No one else
can hear the sound. No one else
is able to feel
the sound she feels.
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being an artist
just feels like being an idiot
with an obsession
you are a god
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
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the yellow sail
of the tulip
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in the first place.
I looked to you
I held in
jaw of iron,
vowed to NO
is ever fleeting
easy to throw
be as the
CataleptDarknessCatalept5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is discord and decay:
stretched taut across strata
static ion dissonance.
collapse in the cataract-
avalanche of angles
cracked in cold-sweat panic attacks.
and spill a symbol code:
scratch-scrawled upon tape
and stuck fast
to tangled tongues caught silent
buried under umbrage
Behind the wall
lessYour phone bills are smaller now,less3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with no long distance calls to make,
and your car insurance reduced to reflect lower mileage
and all those journeys not made, those roads not taken,
those lanes that you know like the back of your hand -
Left, right, straight ahead, right, right -
are no longer driven. You did not see the bluebells wake
and spring burst forth in the countryside,
did not see the snow on the fields, cold horses in their
quilted coats pawing, nibbling, pawing.
Christmas stamps still tucked in your wallet,
and fountain pens dried up next to watermarked
John Lewis writing paper
with no letters left to write.
Weekends stretch out, lunchbreak is a blank and you have more time
but you have less.
DisownAnd it broke my heart but IDisown4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
killed every trembling thing. The yearning
spaces subsided, they were reddened, they
were convinced to stillness.
And it broke my heart but God
became God-in-exile, became
yearning spaces. I buried my demons
with a knife, and left them to it. Exile
was the new love, it was a barren land,
it took no prisoners.
And it broke my heart but the pieces
hardened, they were as clockworks,
they counted down the hours. I was
waiting, my body was a sharp angle,
a border, I was waiting, everything
had already happened, I had killed it,
it drifted through the motionless diaspora,
the hours turned on me and they had teeth.