.FFM01: new chapters. "It's just not the same".FFM01: new chapters.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I know, it never will be."
"Why, why can't it even just be similar? Can you honestly say you won't miss it?
"I'll remember it, of course, but miss it? No."
"Because, it was good while it lasted, and this will be good til it ends."
"Til it ends?"
"It's all chapters dear. We move from one to the next. Some things end to make room for new things, while others stay in every chapter. Like you and I."
UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.Underwear4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador esta noche.
Ojos azules cuál zafiros.
¿Qué mas puedo pedir?
Quizás sea mi último suspiro, mi último adiós, mi último beso.
Quizás me entregué a tus brazos sin más.
Pero tú seguirás luciendo encantador esta noche.
Nail polishNail polish5 years ago in Other More Like This
is the colour of the sun
reminds me of the summer
reminds me of my friends smiles when theyre having fun
thats why I colour my nails yellow
is the colour of the grass
reminds me of the nature
reminds me of green plants like moss
thats why I colour my nails green
is the colour of my jeans
reminds me of love
reminds me of blood and lifes routines
thats why I colour my nails red
is the colour of many flowers
reminds me of my hair
reminds me of tales of bizarre towers
Thats why I colour my nails purple
is the colour of a fruit
reminds me of sunsets
reminds me of an orange swimsuit
thats why I colour my nails orange
is the colour of my cheeks when they get cold
reminds me of the roses that used to be in my grandmother's garden
reminds me of people getting old
that's why I colour my nails pink
used to be the colour of my hair
reminds me of fallen raind
Depth Charge DetonationThe deepest oceansDepth Charge Detonation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
conceal infinite sadness.
Six Word Story - DementorI'm silent, letting social anxiety talk.Six Word Story - Dementor3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Week Five: Judasp o i s o n e dWeek Five: Judas3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
c h a l i c e
w o u l d
b e e n
e a s i e r
Cosmic LifeI am a part of a wholeCosmic Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am made up of molecules
Molecules that make up all life
Arranged majestically different
To form different life
I am a part of a whole
I am made of stars
Of infinite possibilities
There is a small universe of cells
Inside my body
Making up the form of myself
We live this cosmic life
Cousins of stars
Brothers and sisters of the creatures around us
The endless dark ocean of space
That envelopes us
We are a part of something much larger
Grander in scale
Grander in beauty
Perfect in it's simplicity
Stunning in it's complexity
And thus I smile at the stars and untraveled worlds
Beyond the skies of this small globe
Because I know
I am part of the whole of the universe.
Broken SticksMaybe I am asking to muchBroken Sticks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe if I look at it all in another light
Another set of eyes my reveal
Maybe I am not asking enough
And expecting things parallel
But they always cross
Right where the sun kissed the flames of odd pasions
I am a pile of broken sticks
Just waiting to ignite
Burning down the mansion of your lost thoughts
And setting loose the bastardization of man
I call you by name
I expect nothing else
But your complete commitment to my insanity
And we can be queens of sleazy jazz music
Drinking whiskey far to expensive
Watching pretentious flowery arangements
They are too loud
Yet strangely not loud enough
It deafens me with it's smog induced screams
But I can't hear them
Maybe I am asking to much
Is it wrong to ask my thoughts
Just for a while...
Even if just for a second....
To shut the hell up and leave me alone.
One Last ThoughtOne last thought before I go to bedOne Last Thought4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One last emotion to get off my chest
Forgiven the shadows of the midnight hour
Given in to my need for disease
And it grows like a fire
Hotter then the surface of the sun
And it explodes out beyond the edges of the universe
One last thought in my head
What am I doing?
What have I done with my life?
Why do I feel so alone, so lost?
I am a lost cause
In a sea of the forgotten
And in it I drown in my emotion
My eyes get heavy and I drift away
Never to remain
The last thought I have
Before I shut my eyes
That last thought I have
Before the rest of my soul dies.
NobleStained demon's hands signal violent demands.Noble3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
imaginingit's become difficult to imagine tomorrow.imagining3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The City SleepsGallant the night comes on like a wave of ecstasyThe City Sleeps4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night sky is black as the endless void
The wind sings songs of lost battles won by the unnamed
I can hear the street light buzzing with electric life
The city sleeps silently and I am here to enjoy it's quiet beauty
The people have slumped into their beds to dream away the day
The cars have pulled into their designated spots to sit until the morning sun
I have a last drag on my cigarette and softly smile
This is my home, and when I am alone
It all belongs to me
Anorexia NervosaToo afraid to eatAnorexia Nervosa4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or to gain any weight.
Too lost in the dream to
notice death is imminent.
Too teary-eyed to see what
the mirror has to show.
Too numb to realize that bones
are still freezing under clothes.
Too meager to care that
hair is falling to ground.
But too isolated to receive any help.
Descension Of HopeI can no longer deny what I amDescension Of Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer can I hide at the bottom of the pit
No longer can I bathe in the flames
Of my own personal hell
But that is a lie
My descension of faith in everything
Comes to me deeper then I can ever cut
I have no faith in anything anymore
Perfection is a lost impossible art
Peace is a fake dream they sell to you on the corner
Love is a lie the way they tell you
Friendship is but opportunity
But that as well is a lie
That I tell myself to keep myself sane
If I did indeed let myself out
Of the chains I keep bound around my wrists
I would leave the world behind
And never would I be able to return
Anymore the lies I tell myself and others
Are more real to me than anything
Because the world is a lie
A lie of consumerism
Where you can own everything
Yet have nothing
Where you can buy everything
Yet have nothing
Now I have nothing
Everything is mine
Don't believe in God
Everything is mine
Don't believe in me
I am just a lie.....
My WorldSometimes life is so beautiful that it hurtsMy World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Other times life can make you so angry that you curse it
But here, in this moment
Gazing into the darkness of the night
With the cool wind kissing my face
And listening to the rain gently fall to the ground
I can hardly hold back my tears
Because this world is what it is
A world of hope
A world of pain
A world of love
A world of hate
A world of ups
And a world of downs
But it's my world
It's my existence
And even though in this moment
My simple human life is tearing me into shreds,
My complex life as a being of this universe
Is always perfect and complete.
LifeMy friendsLife3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no need for fear
There is no need for hate
Life is just an illusion
We only experience it
For a short amount of time
Life is like a whisper on the wind
Soft and gentle
Yet almost soundless
In the endless emptiness
Why take it so seriously?
There is no need to be unhappy
There is only the need to live
So be who you are
Do what you want
And love every minute of it
Give it all to life
Give it all to love
And forget all worries
Smile through your tears
Grin in the face of fear
And don't forget
That none of this really matters
One day everyone you know
Your family, your friends,
Your teachers, your neighbors
The people who hurt you
The people who love you
Someday they will all die
Someday we will all die
There is no stopping it
No on lives forever
So live for every second
Relish every moment
And live your life
The way you want to.
HumanThe world is a horrid placeHuman3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So they seem to think
To make us fear each other
Hate the very things
The very things that make life
We should see them as bad
So they say
So they say
So they say
Only for gain
The world is wonderful place
Full of kinds of fantastic people
Be deaf to the endless lies
The unending hatred
Spewing from your tv
Good people are good people
Nothing else matters
Some people are gay
Some people are straight
Some people are both
Some people are good
Some people are bad
Most people are both
People are people
And people don't deserve to be hated
To be discriminated
To be abused
It is time to embrace love
To embrace people for what they are
We are human, after all
So what else matters?
Self-Portrait.blaring reality...Self-Portrait.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i n t e r r u p t s
...my whispered fantasias.
United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
On the Northside of TimeOn the Northside of Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a good day for the dogs and a bad one for the rabbits. I heard the big black dog howl his chase call through most of the afternoon, sometimes near and sometimes far. His little white shadow yipped along behind him. There were long pauses between yips heard. That little dog had short legs and needed extra wind and effort just to keep up.
The air outside was cool and sharp. The dogs ran under the last autumn leaves I could spot out there, out past the meadow. Some of those old trees in the grove stayed green the whole winter long. Most never did. The hunt through the big grove must have been exciting for the dogs. Not for smaller and younger animals.
The dogs came back when the setting sun put sof