Coffee-Stained LetterDear Stranger,Coffee-Stained Letter3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.
I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most, it baffles some of my friends sometimes. I wonder, do you like to read? I have the tiniest tattoo I've ever seen, it's a tiny fairy on my ankle, but you can't see her unless you're looking for her and know where to look...like a real fairy, they're good at hiding too you know. I saw a fairy once. She was hiding behind the strawberries in my garden. I t
Ink-Scarred FingertipsYour tears are beautiful; licking your cheeks like little shards of lightbulb glass as you claw at your face with ink-scarred fingertips. Grimace like the behind-the-scenes of a sleepy lullaby as tiny rubies caress the hollows in your face.Ink-Scarred Fingertips4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dawn is coming dearest, and the glittering halo reflecting off the sapphire and turquoise in the bay will turn the gemstones dripping from your jawline to Pegasi, and he'll scoop you up and take you up above the nightmares and sorrow where they can't reach your trailing dreams.
Ribbons flow behind you as rivulets fall from your hazy breath, drizzling sugar across the sweet-stained clouds. Little crystals of amethyst and diamond, nestling in the down of the cushions of the heavens.
The tiniest of droplets whets your appetite for rain so that you can dance in a spider-woven ballgown when your dearest darling envelops you in arms formed of cloud-dust and love's breath.
Little words of love flow from between your thinly-boned fingers fluttering acro
Run-Out-of-Time Lovevelveteen rubies, opalescent in shape, they fall from their setting as they wither and flake.Run-Out-of-Time Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what dear, just roses,
not gleaming nor clear,
but precious my dear.
why love, they're like love,
prickly and soft love
thorned love and loved love
but love nonetheless
now love, here's my love
to keep to your heart
will i have your love?
dear sweet, my sweet sweet
sweet love on your sleeve
this love like a dream
is it bittersweet?
so love, where's my love
that love that was sworn
don't say it's been torn
so love, 'twas bad love
broken apart love
sad love, unloved love
choked love, death-blow love
you say you'll love me forever. but tell me, my sweet, what happens when forever runs out of time?
Apple's BreathI want to sing to the starsApple's Breath3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To brush your lips with hazy breath
Quickening as it mingles
Mingles with your too-sweet breath
There are diamonds in the sky, and they say that diamonds are a girl's best friend. They don't know the meaning of friendship. You once told me that your best friend was a Harlequin Great Dane named Cookies and Cream - but Cookie for short - who was graceful as he was huge, huge as he was kind, and kind as our love was strong. You blushed when you said that.
I wondered why you said that, when the scent of fallen apples hung in the air, staining it and tainting it a sweet shade of honeysuckle red; and the sky was a pale baby blue fading into violet and red. Your skin was ivory, and I thought of the milky white that Cookie's fur was sure to be; you would surely mold into one another with shared embraces on a soft warm hearth.
There was something dancing in your eyes at dusk that night, something purely other and different to your usual shyness.
Hiding from the NightmaresI'm sipping caffeine, trying to stay awake that little longer, just to stay away from the nightmares.Hiding from the Nightmares4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know the ones, the ones that wake you with piercing screams and leave you marked with bruises as you gently shake me awake and I take an eternity to come alive.
I'm sorry, so very sorry, that your once pale flesh is violet and your face is raked with burgundy. Despite your ravaged features, you still come in every night to soothe me, to kiss the tears away as if they are precious pearls, to wipe the crystalline mask from my face, to caress the violent quivers from my fragile body.
You always tell me that if you could, you would take the horrors away, and I sadly tell you I wouldn't be strong enough to see you shattered and glistening like that. But you say that I'm stronger than anyone, else the fear would strangle me.
Every single night I lie trembling in your arms, amazed at how you are never choked by the fear weighing down the air around us. I wonder if you see the shadows prow
Copper and Umber Rice-PaperYou're hiding in plain sight on your little island of blown-away copper and umber rice-paper.Copper and Umber Rice-Paper4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's the sound of your overhanging branches drooping
in the middle of a gun fightoh mother, i am not even the perfect imperfect that good men fall in love with. i am the imperfect scabbing on wrists and stuck under school desks that is fantasized in the minds of ex-bad boys who still love murder.in the middle of a gun fight4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
mother i am losing myself, pulling my eyelids shut pullingthemshutshuttingthemi'mshutting and when i open my fists they are full of wishes that i will blow. i am screeching my throat apart for help, 'cause i don't know when i'll be back again, dear god, will i be back again?
like every other greedy man, this god, writing his name on everything. good men tell me god is good and he is lenient and that faith is love so we should make it. oh mother, will i be renamed some day, or is god going to throw me away?
i am i am losing myself,
i am still in love with murder, will they hang me, mother? how much farther will i fall, will i finally touch the ground, will the momentum stretch me tall?
my bones are rattling like when i slam against the walls, oh mother, my hands are
Sepsismy love for youSepsis4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has escaped my heart;
it has spread through the
maze of capillaries and veins,
into the arteries.
has flooded my brain;
it has inhibited all
rationality, and fogged
it has taken unwelcome
refuge in my lungs;
burning in my breath,
devouring the oxygen
sucked past dry lips.
my love for you has gone
(the doctors say they cannot
clean my polluted blood,
because the infection festers
in my heart.)
BarriersBarriers up around my mindBarriers4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Loved ones say to show my desire
Those who wish payment in kind
Will stare with ice, and speak with fire
I do not know what is the matter
I do not know, I cannot say
Will I become mad as a hatter
When I will tell not anyone
The barriers encroach my mind
Surround me, block out everything
Hiding me from all the stares, the glares
Linked to what I've done, but not done
Natural BeautyYou'll find her hiding under a moss-stained rock, singing love-song lullabies to sparrows. She'll be covered in rags, but for her natural beauty it might as well be silk. You'll learn to love her nasty streak, and weather the storm until it's passed.Natural Beauty4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'll cry tears of anger when you tell her it's too late, and the fragile creature cradled in her arms is too far gone. You'll sigh in exasperation and cradle them both in your arms, and you'll hush her until the gasping tears have subsided. She'll laugh with you the next day when she's tending something new, but when your back is turned she'll let silent drops fall into her patient's fur.
You'll take her away for a day, and you'll burn with jealousy at the looks pouring over her. She'll laugh at your antics and never see any of them, but she'll have a niggling sense of absence when you pull her past the maître d'. You'll watch her fiddle with the cotton hem, and you'll wonder if she'll ever fit into your world.
She'll roll an
Rivulets in SandWhy yes, I did fall in love with the deep azure skiesRivulets in Sand3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They were shining and there was never a cloud in sight
I would gaze at the varying hues and breathe a sigh
And yes, I did fall in love with the honey-toned earth
I marveled at how it could run in rivulets
Like a stream dancing across my tread-worn leather boots
But no, I never fell in love with the scarlet lights
That left a trail blazing for any who dared follow
To echo my footsteps was to hear this rifle take flight
Dear, I never fell in love with my own sable tones
Honey-Toned RockGranules of honey toned rock are nestling in the corners of your eyes as the ridges of your velvety fingertips smear jet into the hollows of your cheekbones. You don't know whose silk sheets have abetted your slumber, but you are glad because they may have eased the throbbing within the confines of your skull. Blobs of colour - yellows, greens and reds - soar across the walls and block your vision as it tries to adjust to the darkness of the surroundings.Honey-Toned Rock3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shafts of lukewarm light lie across the folds of black silk caressing the curves of your calves as fingernails trace the shadows falling across your face. The droplets of water trailing across the floorboards spin to drip from the ceiling, enveloping your face in false tears that roll down to be lost in the threads of lace that frame the milky skin stretched around your bones.
Fractures of sound deafen your hazy thoughts, echoing down your spine and back again as the pale oak sitting under the lampshade steadies your world. Swirls of
Hummingbird EyelidsYour eyelids are fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. Your heart wants to take the flight of an albatross but your body is weighing you down beneath the cold metal and rough brickwork. Your thoughts are swirling in pirouettes and you can't seem to catch even their trailing lace.Hummingbird Eyelids4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're dreaming of Giselle and Firebird and listening to the string crescendos swirling around their joy and sorrow. You're singing a swan song and mourning your beautifully shattered loss. You're watching your memories dance along the horizon and wishing you could be held in their embrace.
Your nails are torn and tattered and marring your porcelain face with streaks of scarlet. Your heart is pulsing and counting down the seconds left for you to endure. Your irises are thickening as you gaze up into the sky and tiptoe across the grass and sand with a fragmented grace.
You're gently pressing black and white keys and listening to the notes dousing your ears and slowing your pulse. You're mimicking
Dear You, Nee: MyselfDear You (Nee: Myself);Dear You, Nee: Myself4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Sometimes when I am hazy (See: Unconscious) and out of my mind I think back to those tumultuous days when barefoot was mandatory and dress pants were for old people - I'd laugh, but I wear shoes now to cover my feet, cracked from years of wandering down the same path, and dress pants to present a respectable front for society, that very same one which together we would shun from an alley while sipping cheap beer directly from the bottle, pretending it was wine in a silver goblet, keeping a lazy eye out for the police.
I don't know where we went wrong, where we separated and flew in opposite directions like birds scattered . My fingers lay unmoving on this keyboard as I try to come up with words to express my greatest sympathies for killing you, nothing seems to be acceptable. Nothing seems quite right. What do you say to somebody who's life you took - I am sorry, I am remorseful, I would do it a
An Angel in Glassy WaterThe panels around me let light in; bright, white light. Blinding light. I could see shadows moving in the background, but the haze behind my eyelids blocked them out, like white noise for the eyes.An Angel in Glassy Water4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl was floating, the fluorescents washed out any colour she had. Even her eyes seemed covered with a milky film, she looked blind; hell, maybe she was blind, I don't know.
I could hear murmurs echoing through the cloudy water surrounding me, and I pressed my palms against the glass panes that imprisoned me.
She pressed a tiny hand against the glass, and I could see the endless trails of blood carving patterns in blue just under her skin. She looked so small and lost right then, I pressed my hand against hers, watched her fingers curl suddenly as if she could feel my touch.
I felt a warmth spreading into my veins through the cold glass, and I could feel again, I felt alive. I knew then, I would do anything to keep that warmth, that simple feeling of being alive, even if it
The Last Lily BurnedThere are petals littering the ash wood surrounding a solitary sheaf of paper that is riddled with the ashes and bullet holes from the silver sparks in the air around you. Your caramel arms are scarred with the burn marks of years gone by as you clutch at the last few lilies left in this once mysterious garden.The Last Lily Burned3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The maze that once held you safely, securely in its grasp now mourns the loss of your innocence and your slow discovery of the fire outside the leafy walls of your fortress.
The blackened scars tattooed across your skin all have names and word engraved in them, every one a tribute to those that whispered dreams in your ear and ran lit matches across your skin, tracing lace patterns ever less painfully through the scorches that moulded themselves to your flesh.
They drew you around them like a moth to flame until you didn't remember the scent of frangipani and jasmine that used to peer from behind soft evergreens and stubbly little branches drowned in mud.
You learned of fire but
People.i.People.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There was once a mad man who sat on trains and wailed about his dead love.
No one laughed
but no one listened either.
See that freak right down the corridor, smiling and crying at the same time?
His eyes are voids and his hair the colour of his pain.
That's a man without skin.
Headlines: Drunk school girl murders seven classmates.
Could've been anyone.
Broken soldiers march on.
What they care about the most lies in the pocket closest to their hearts.
It is also riddled with bullets and dust.
Blinded lovers might be considered lucky.
Just this onceDip your fingers into the atmosphere andJust this once4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brush away the clouds which sway lazily with the wind
Like soft-eyed children, swollen from
Golden ambrosia and summer's honeyed breath
Of vanilla and tangy mandarin
See those crimson comets, chasing their tails,
Nestling between the sleepy horizon and dusk where
The sun's blaze grazed the skyline and left
Proud trails like tender scars that smolder and burn
Drink in the air, so thick you could almost taste
The creamy orchids and the juicy winds and listen
To the world around you
Coming to life, singing ballads
About another summer
Beneath the scarlet heavens
3 Month PuppetOctober:3 Month Puppet4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I order another coffee; she's always late.
I see her coming. The emotions radiating off her body could power a small country but she would come with the package and the small country would return her with a complaint letter.
She starts talking before she's even in the seat. "We are going on our first date!"
I start up my brain, which maybe-someday-husband is this? Number 12? Number 22, if I consider the guys that shared sweat with her for a night and left the memory of her name along with the memory of her in a cheap motel bed.
I feign excitement. Raise eyebrows? Check. Arrange the lips just right? Check. "Oh my god, where is he taking you!?" I already know it's going to be similar to the answers before.
"A football game, it will be sooo fun," she says.
I digest this, yes it's the same as the others: hiking, action movies, gaming arcade.
"You hate sports," I say.
She tilts her head in thought, here it comes. "I know, but he wanted to go."
so spread your wings, and fly.[one] you remember me walking around with my nose stuck in a book,so spread your wings, and fly.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
colliding into people and trees and parked cars. they were right when
they told me, "get your head out of the clouds and pay some attention"
because now, my head is up and my eyes are wide open and i can see
the world for the first time from that man on the sidewalk with the sign
that reads "will work for food" to the lifeless body of your neighbor's cat
that is left on the street. i know what the world can do, now.
and it's not what i wanted it to be.
[two] i've lied to you. i made a promise that i never intended to keep
and now, it doesn't seem like i'm going to be able to tell you the truth.
i think i did it because it was my way of telling myself that i've failed.
i let you drift too far, and everything that we used to whisper into each
other's ear at 3:00 am has become meaningless. like i never promised
you anything in the first place. you of all people should have known
i was never going to change.
i'm t i r e dI'm tired of this.i'm t i r e d4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of the warmcold relationship that we have.
Tired of the embers that are all that remain from our blaze.
Tired of the falling ashes.
I'm tired of you.
Tired of your warmcold moods.
Tired of your fake smiles that remain untouched.
Tired of your pristine beauty.
We're little more than a fading dream. I'm waking up.
Anorexia Never Felt So Righti.Anorexia Never Felt So Right3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I haven't eaten in days and I'm feeling a bit out of place, but no need to worry, we're just moving at a very different pace.
I tried telling you that I haven't been well and everything's coming to a standstill but you didn't seem to care as you just stood still and flicked aside my words like they were bullets aimed for your chest. You told me you didn't like talking about these things and I thought with me that maybe it would be different but I guess I'm nothing more than any other person that's passed you by. A hello, how are you like you give a fuck but you always leave before I can ever reply and I'm left whispering goodbye.
It's now a quarter past ten and my stomach's telling me I should feed it something but that's the whole reason I got into this position in the first place. I like to believe that some people can tell when you're just not right but I must be wrong because I've yet to find a single person that can see that I'm falling apart quicker than the words com
just another desperationheartbeat(en)just another desperation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- bruises cover his skin like trophies of failure, the dull pain throbbing to the rhythm of his pulse. his veins are hot, too hot, and his heart beats violently in his aching chest, burning with adrenaline.her gaze makes him feel so weak.
- his cheekbones are lined with scars that blind his eyes and make him afraid. choked with rage and helplessness, he screams with fear, his voice soaked with blood and sweat,
- you're breaking me.but she looks away and tigerboy slams him to pieces.
- poor little beaten boy, crying doesn't help.
- he presses his face against the asphalt to hide the tears. it feels like waves of pain are drowning him; he gasps for air. he feels a girl's hand on his shoulder,
- are you okay?
- he feels like he's going to suffocate, there's tears and blood smeared across his lips. lashing out, trying to defy his pain, he slams his fist on the
In Simplest TermsI registered the change of seasonsIn Simplest Terms4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the appearance of freckles on your shoulders
and across your forehead,
or as the red of winter's wind
colouring your cheeks and chapped lips.
Autumn was always the same colour as your hair;
our photo albums were filled with October.
I measured the passing of time
as moments spent with you,
wishing that we belonged to each other.
Nights were tangled up with mornings,
blurring into weeks of shared meals and music.
Waiting was always the longest of our precious hours
because I never knew when I'd see you again.