Happily Never AfterIt appears we are nothing more than just mere puppets, childhood playthings to be thrown around and disposed of as you wish.Happily Never After6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I remember when we used to be able to wish upon a shooting star, sit atop the traffic lights and watch the cars pass us by. (Back then we had all the time in the world.) Its crazy how quickly things can change. I turned my head for one second and then you were gone. Poof, right into the thin air. I closed my eyes, rubbed them, shook my head; I did all I could think of in hopes you would magically return. (But you never did, and I fear you never will) I now sit atop those same traffic lights alone and dejected, pathetically continuing to watch the cars pass us, no now just me, by. I believe if I stay there long enough youll come back to me. (I never was one to think realistically) Every now and then someone will honk at me and wave and it will lift my spirits a little, only to have them crash right back down when
Lessons in Lovei.Lessons in Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She taught him how to skip rocks across the pond when they were 5. She gently grabbed his hand and showed him how to flick his wrist to make the pebble just skim the surface repeatedly. He claims that was the day she skimmed his heart and started fidgeting her way inside it.
He taught her how to speak pig latin when they were 8. She never understood it and he never understood her and they both thought the whole thing was pointless, but she wanted to fit in. He told her he liked how she stood out and the fact she wasn't generic and that she didn't need to try and impress anyone. She was only trying to impress him and she already had but she didn't know that. They created their own language that everyone else would want to learn but they wouldn't let them and they called it complete because their words together were all they needed.
She taught him about sunsets when they were 10. His parents let him spend the night at her house once and they snuck out and crawled onto the roo
Hes The Boy Words Cant Explaini.Hes The Boy Words Cant Explain5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was the boy with the charcoal colored skin. His lips consisted of burning embers and small pieces of driftwood and he didn't like smiling because he didn't want to splinter the corners of his mouth.
He was the boy who didn't wish on shooting stars because he believed in the magic of words. He wanted to marry a writer because he wanted someone who could make him smile with their words since nobody had ever been that to him. He would often speak in metaphors and leave the interpretations up to you.
He was the boy with wings made of torn sails and splintered masts. He learned how to fly when he was 6 by watching a dove's flight pattern but when he was 12 he was in a tsunami of mixed feelings and changes he didn't understand, leaving him incapable of flying anymore. He vows one day he will go back out to sea, and saltwater dreams and jellyfish tentacles will mold his wings back to what they once were.
He was the boy who clouded his mind with illicit drugs and flooded his
Shes the Girl Nobody Noticesi.Shes the Girl Nobody Notices5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was the girl with the burnt orange skin and blonde highlights. Her skin emitted UV rays from too many trips to the tanning bed and she changed her hair color more often than the calendar changed months. She only wanted to fit in but it just made her stand out even more.
She was the girl who would always use cherry lip-balm because she knew it was his favorite flavor. Her kisses made his knees weak and her will power too so one kiss would turn to two, three, and four. Then a week later she was pregnant and everyone was calling her a whore.
She was the girl with wings made of scotch-tape and printer paper. She tried to fly when she was 7 but she ended up just falling off the roof and breaking her collarbone and right arm. Her wings were torn to shreds and so were her hopes of becoming somebody's angel. She swears she will find better material and a more suitable launching pad and one day she will flutter instead of crash into the floor.
She was the girl who had always
Fallen AngelThese paper-thin walls peel, a resemblance of our quickly eroding bond, slipping through our fingers like grains of sand.Fallen Angel6 years ago in Teen More Like This
The twinkle in your eyes is now gone. However, unlike a star it didnt explode and experience rebirth, becoming something even more beautiful and intoxicating. (Your twinkle merely burnt out, ceased to exist. It flat-lined like this mistake of a relationship)
Your smile still makes me feel uneasy, but now for a completely different reason. The butterflies anxiously awaiting their break into the daylight are now replaced with ash and dust, supplying me with a constant feeling of nausea. (Anxiety becomes regret; shyness turns to distaste; a blinding love decays to a deafening hatred)
The man on the moon waved to me the other night. He whispered to me that I shouldnt look to him for guidance anymore. I use to watch the moon rise to its highest point each night (when she was in my arms). Now I watch that
Sonnet IXOld crumpled photographs cover the floor,Sonnet IX6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Serving as portals into our aged minds,
Glimpses of love, pain, and a heart which tore,
A heart still shattered to bits, one that pines.
Our cold, icy forced breaths fog glass windows,
As your dry lips struggle to meet my own,
Finally making ends meet, my heart froze,
Your kiss fills in the pieces, a heart sewn.
You once promised me the world would be mine,
In hopes it was enough to keep me here,
With you in my arms we will be just fine,
You are my world, left with nothing to fear.
As our bodies grow warm, the night goes by,
Take my hand, stare with me into the sky.
Too Late To Call 911i.Too Late To Call 9115 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Make a Y-shaped incision from my shoulder blades down to my pubic bone. Reflect the skin back over my face and remove my breastplate. You'll find there's a splinter of a rib embedded in the left atrium of my heart and one lung is decompressed pointing to possible signs of cause of death. I wish I could tell the M.E. our separation was the primary cause of death and the explosion inside my ribcage was only due to my heart trying to burst out and latch onto yours. But I can no longer speak and nobody ever heard me anyways and my heart was never strong enough for yours.
Next remove my skull cap and gently remove my brain from within my skull. You'll be able to clearly see there is significant blunt force trauma to my hippocampus on my temporal lobe. After she left, I tried to make the memories leave with her so I scratched and scratched at the soft tissue of my brain but only permanently damaged my long-term memory from then on. She went from everything I wanted to forget to all I
Anorexia Never Felt So Righti.Anorexia Never Felt So Right5 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
HeartacheI find it so hard to love when my heart has been worn down to literally nothing. Its been broken (shattered to pieces) more times than I care to count. You would think after the first time or two, it would get easier (maybe even feel numb) but the more it happens, the more it hurts me. One of these times I think I might just fall over and die; that my heart will have so many wounds it just wont be able to fight on any longer. I know Im not the best looking and I certainly dont have the best personality, but shouldnt there be someone (anyone) who can look past all of that and see me for who I really am? (someone who wants love more than anything) Ive learned that nice guys really do finish last; girls always fall for the bad guys, no matter how many times they get hurt. Its frustrating always sitting back and being just the friend. Am I really that incapable of being loved? I have so much to offer, a heart so wHeartache6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cliche Mei.Cliche Me5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They fell in love at first-sight."
He was the boy with the pocket-watch heart that no longer told time and the sandpaper skin that she was afraid to touch and a past that was better left untold. His heart used to tick effortlessly and his skin wasn't always that rough you know. She was the girl with the glass eyes and the broken smile and a secret for each breath she exhausted. Sometimes if you were lucky enough you could make out the words as they pumped out her mouth but she made sure to purse her lips when around him.
"I am nothing without you."
When she wasn't around he would count his steps so he knew how far he had walked without her hand in his. She would lie on her roof and count the stars and let out a secret for each one; a secret she was too scared to let him see. When they were together, you could hear the little hand and big hand scratching at his ribcage because they were trying to move, but his lungs would always get in the way. He was hoping it wouldn't come to
Oh, NurseAnd we were told that we could fly without wings and breathe underwater without gills.Oh, Nurse5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We broke the hands off all the clocks so time would stand still and we turned off the lights so we could become invisible. They say if you lose one of your senses, your others become heightened so let our vision be blurred and ears silenced.
Let your smell intoxicate me and release our inhibitions and let our bodies collide and hands run rampant across each other's skin. I want to memorize the map of your body and let us become lost in one another. I want to inhale all your secrets and exhale all my hopes and dreams.
I want to be picked apart and your fingers to slide along my sinewy muscle and be able to pinpoint my strengths and weaknesses. I want you to be able to put me back piece by piece, bone by bone, crack by crack.
I want you to be my brain surgeon and dissect me. Locate where my best memories are and pluck them out for safekeeping. Place each strand on a slide an
FlawlessI find it strange how fast I have fallen,Flawless6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How quickly I started to call you mine.
Even now you still give me butterflies,
Sometimes I wish they would carry me to you.
Ive never had someone call me cute,
Or forgive me for my many faults.
You see right past everything else,
Your gaze focuses on me and me alone.
I pray every night that you are real,
That this isnt just some cruel illusion.
The loss of you would be the death of me,
You are my life now, nothing else matters.
You are my shooting star, my wish come true,
Proof that there is someone for everybody.
I still remember when you first saw my face,
Hidden in the background, too shy to mutter a word.
You werent my fate or my destiny,
For this was something far greater.
You are the last piece to my puzzle,
The happily-ever-after to my fairy tale.
Mind RushMy mind rushes like aMind Rush6 years ago in Other More Like This
As the sun
my mind fades.
Sleep jumps upon me,
as i d r i f t
into a...dream state.
Sonnet IIII sit here crouched in a poorly lit room,Sonnet III6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cycling through what life was like long ago.
Dread of my future does linger and loom,
Only having a damaged heart to show.
You use to tickle my cold lips with yours,
So delicately forcing them on mine.
Now left with a fleeting image, closed doors,
Sky gloomy, for me the sun does not shine.
As if a dream, you reach hesitantly,
Unsure if you want to give me a chance,
When last time I hurt you so blatantly,
I wish to repair this damaged romance.
Let us keep silent, walk off hand in hand,
Going on with life just as we had planned.
Sonnet VIIIBrush my lips with medicated kisses,Sonnet VIII6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trace my heart with your love-laden fingers.
Your arm reaches for the sky but misses,
But the hope of grabbing a star lingers.
We have crossed the line from friend to lover,
Filling the sky with carefully made lights,
Images of past, present, future hover,
Reminding me of all the tear filled nights.
Wind brushes through hair, enticing my lips,
You nudge near, whisper secrets in my ears,
Fill my head with dreams of space, rocket ships,
Flying through space, traveling in light years.
Let us go to the moon and see the stars,
Grabbing a handful to store in glass jars.
Forever EndeavorI want to slide down rainbows with you,Forever Endeavor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ride through space on shooting stars.
Let us fly into the summer night,
Counting the planets as we speed by.
I wish we could travel back in time,
And make friends with the dinosaurs.
We can draw pictures on cave walls,
And swim with the creatures of the deep.
I want us to travel the world together,
Making memories everywhere we go.
We can climb the Eiffel Tower,
Fight with the gladiators in Rome.
I wish you would have been there when I cried,
When I needed you more than life itself.
Let us never let it happen again, never again,
I cant imagine living through the loneliness twice.
I want to know that you will always be mine,
That nothing will ever rip us apart.
We can go get our hearts chained together,
This way we can never roam too far from the other.
I wish that I could read the future so I wouldnt worry,
Worry that you may be my biggest regret, not greatest endeavor.
Let us take the train, not caring where it takes us,
This One's For Mei.This One's For Me5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you're reading this, then I hope you know how sorry I am.
I used to write as some sort of an escape, a coping mechanism, and part of me still does but the other half wonders if it's really helping me at all. My sleeping schedule is still so dysfunctional , much like myself, and most days I'm depressed and left wondering why, more often than I can manage to slap a smile on my face. I really hope you don't think this is a rant because it really isn't; sometimes I just need to get things out in the open, well not really the open, because I hate being vulnerable, so let's go with I like getting things some space. Speaking of space, lately I've noticed my ribs are poking out more than usual and the silent gaps between my sentences are growing. I'm worried that pretty soon my ribs will puncture my skin and my lungs will leak out and I'm scared that if I don't learn to talk more often, even if just a mumble, I'll become a mute. Maybe, it's better off that way.
If you're still readin
RegretsI don't live with regrets,Regrets6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
just should haves...
and should have nots.
Hold OnMy heart takes a tumble,Hold On6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My face grows flushed.
With what to say I fumble,
Never knowing I could blush.
We stare up into the skys bright lights,
Following the paths of planes with entwined hands.
Let us live free, knowing we have plenty more nights,
We have time to spare, not needing to make plans.
We see the city lights burning,
As we lay in arms atop the tallest hill.
With your warm touch, I feel my insides turning,
As I wipe away your tears, mine begin to spill.
I cant help but worry one day you will leave,
For you are perfect and I am merely broken.
I never know what to say and sometimes I forget to breathe,
You remember every moment, each word I have spoken.
The moon soaks up our embrace,
As we float off into the unknown.
We leave silently, not leaving a trace,
Holding on so we wont be alone.
Give Me WingsI saw you at the park yesterday and it sparked the memory of the time we played on the monkey bars when we were little. You told me you could fly and I didn't believe you. You jumped off and soared through the air, and for the slightest moment in time, I actually believed you could fly. The sun bounced off you at such an angle my eyes played a trick on me and made me believe you had snow-white wings protruding from your back. (I now realize I was only seeing a glimpse of what was to come)Give Me Wings6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I went home and climbed onto my roof to take a peek at the stars up close. I closed my eyes and imagined I was floating off into space to try and find you. I fell asleep and woke up hours later to a slight poke in my ribs. I opened my eyes and saw it was you squeezing in under my arm. I rubbed my eyes and pinched myself, eager to make sure I wasn't dreaming and the sight before my eyes really was genuine. You lightly punched me in the side and gave me a kiss on the cheek. (If this was
Just A Numberdreams sent off to space,Just A Number6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
crumpled pages gone to waste,
still finding my place
You Can't FixYour hands press against mine like thorns of a rose (they used to fit perfectly into mine like two corresponding pieces to a puzzle) and your words pierce right through me like a shard of glass, stiffening up my lungs and stealing the breath right out of me.You Can't Fix6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Your tears fall like the first snow of winter, making me freeze in place; unable to do anything but sit by idly and watch you break into a million pieces (the beauty of winter's first snow) happen right before my guilt-ridden eyes.
Sometimes I'll stare into your eyes and watch them fill up with hurt, just so I will have someone to relate with. (You broke my heart just as much I ended up breaking yours) You're the one who taught me I could never be perfect, no matter how hard I tried. You showed me just how imperfect and unwanted I really am.
Thanks for taking what little sliver of happiness I had and locking it away in a place I can never reach again. (Your heart is forever out of my gra
RememberWhen I said I loved you? Yeah, I meant it.Remember6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You fill your lungs up with expired breath and your mind with pointless thoughts. Your eyes look at me filled with regret and a slight hint of remorse. You showed me what it really felt like to be alive. (And made me wish that I couldn't)