My Words Are All I HaveHer eyes were brown and he liked brown more than green or blue because brown eyes were always so underappreciated. She thought they were ugly and boring and that he was crazy for liking them so much and maybe he was but her eyes didn't have to be vibrant or the color of the high tide; he only cared that they looked at him the same way he looked at her.My Words Are All I Have5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had piercings and a tattoo and his parents never would have approved of her but him and his parents never really were on the same page anyways. She was the only person who could ever cheer him up and if you knew him, you would know that making him smile was an accomplishment in itself. She turned his life upside down but he grew to love the view.
She left him when he finally learned how to love her but she no longer thought his words were pretty and thought his metaphors were just a way to try and cover up all of his insecurities. Maybe they were but they're all he has ever had and he wasn't willing to give them up as easily as she g
Secret 7I have Malusdomesticaphobia, one of the longest named and possibly weirdest phobias ever. For those of you who don't know what it is, which I'm assuming is the vast majority, Malusdomesticaphobia is the fear of all apples. The sound of someone cutting into or biting into an apple gives me the chills and just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. I hate being around apples. Just ew. Now I must stop talking about it before it bothers me even more.Secret 75 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Story of a GirlI was 9 and you were 11 when you first told me that Santa wasn't real. But you believe in empty promises and fairies and happy endings, so why should I believe you?The Story of a Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was 13 and you were 15 when we shared our first kiss under some mistletoe. (I still believed in Santa by the way.) It was everything I had ever dreamed of. You shrugged it off like it was just another of the thousands of kisses with dozens of boys you had shared before.
I was 16 and you were 18 and you were leaving me to go to college. The night before you left, we made love for the first time. I was shy and you seemed to know what you were doing. You traced a line from my chest to my stomach with your lips and pressed your fingers against my jutting ribs. (I thought if maybe I was skinnier, you would finally want me. Maybe it had worked?) Moans and passionate whispers stained my sheets and sometimes when I fall asleep at night, I can still hear your shallowed voice.
I was 17 and you wer
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
It Only Took 3 Little WordsAfter all these years, I still dont understand why it was so difficult for you to admit it. Why couldnt you just utter those three simple words Id been waiting to hear ever since at the carnival, when I won you that stuffed teddy bear. Once I saw your normally pale face become flushed with color, (and that crooked smile of yours) I knew right then and there that you would be the one.It Only Took 3 Little Words6 years ago in Teen More Like This
We first bumped into each other at a sandwich shop. I mistook you for one of my brothers friends and spoke for what seems like ages, (realistically no more than 30 seconds) before you stopped me and informed me that we had never met before. I bit my lip and turned bright red as your lips bent upward forming a smile. You assured me I wasnt that red and there was no need to be embarrassed. (Dont take me for a fool, even though Im just a fool for you) You then convinced me to buy your sandwich, since I obviously knew you so well. (I always was
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.
Sonnet IWe stare intently into the night sky,Sonnet I6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You spell out I love you on my arm.
My lips touch yours in a smitten reply,
As I hope I will never bring you harm.
I still remember the day we first met,
How I was speechless and at loss for breath.
There is not a moment which I regret,
The loss of you would surely be my death.
You assure me I will always be yours,
That nothing will ever tear us apart.
You look into my eyes as the rain pours,
How soothing rain is to my aching heart.
Let us fly into the sky on a wing,
As we await what our future will bring.
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,
SurpriseIts been ages since I saw you last,Surprise6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you havent changed one bit.
Your eyes are still that silky caramel,
Even now I find myself lost in them.
I still remember the first time we met,
Being the klutz I am I bumped right into you.
I saw your face and only managed an, Im sorry.
To this day Im still at loss as to what you said in reply.
I thought I would never see you after that day,
Never be able to get that close to an angel again.
Then two weeks later you saw me across the street,
And to my surprise you ran over as if we were best friends.
Your kindness has always baffled me,
Im unable to grasp such a simple concept.
You somehow remembered my name,
Inviting me to head to a movie with you.
At first, I tried to speak but no words came forth,
You could tell I was embarrassed as you grabbed my hand.
Without my reply you pulled me away with you,
We ran off to the theatre giggling the whole way there.
That same night we had our first kiss,
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 Fix5 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
Sonnet XBlood stained walls surround muffled screams for help,Sonnet X6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my shattered arms attempt to move in vain,
I try to scream managing a mere yelp,
Stuck in a room to die, life surely slain.
I release what I believe my last breath,
The beating of my heart slowly dies down,
Patiently awaiting my sudden death,
Just one more lost soul in a dirty town.
I could hear my last seconds ticking by,
A flash of light jump starts my battered heart,
Then she grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye.
leaving hand in hand, given a fresh start.
A promise she would never leave again,
Sparked a twinkle in my eye, a smug grin.
The InabilityMy heart started putting itself back together. Then I thought about you...The Inability5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
RememberWhen I said I loved you? Yeah, I meant it.Remember5 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)
Sonnet VThe stars are coming to collect their pay,Sonnet V6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You and I are left alone in this place,
You try to run, I beg you to please stay.
Without your company, I am void space.
Rain whips down from above, a reminder
That we are not alone, just well hidden.
A forsaken world, could not be blinder,
You saved me from err, now become smitten.
Let us roam this world together as ours,
Where wishes come true, all I need is you,
Fly in the sky, scale the highest towers,
For what we have is only felt by few.
Let us make this our castle, I your king,
You my queen.Dreams come true,I gently sing.
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
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.
Dreams Bent on RealityYou stole my creativity and threw back a tissue to dry my eyes. You mock me with such a lack of remorse that I cant help but break into pieces each time you look my way. Yet sadly, sometimes your looks of pity are still enough to get me through the day.Dreams Bent on Reality6 years ago in Teen More Like This
We used to meet at the coffee shop each morning to sip on our liquid courage, knowing it was the only way we would ever survive our days. You would stare at me with your mocha colored eyes and smile at me with your raspberry lips. I still remember your taste as your lips met mine as if we last kissed yesterday, but the truth is I havent kissed, even seen you in weeks. Youre like a distant memory to me and Im starting to wonder if you ever even existed. Maybe youre just a cruel trick of my mind; an attempt to fill my otherwise empty life with even a sliver of happiness. I promised myself that I would never lose hold of reality, but I fear that Ive finally drifted off the face of this earth and b
Shooting Stars, Speeding CarsButterflies, starry skies.Shooting Stars, Speeding Cars6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The way you look into my eyes.
Holding hands, our love stands,
The one example of a perfect romance.
Pouring rain, soothing pain,
Now I have you, with you Ill remain.
Your warm skin, make my heart spin,
The way you stare with that grin.
Shooting stars, speeding cars,
Catching fireflies in glass jars.
Sunsets, airline jets,
Living with no regrets.
I fell so fast, forget the past,
Promise me well make this last.
Looking for YouIts times like these where I need you here. (for nothing more than to just hold me) I need you to tell me everything is going to be ok; that I am not alone. I dont care about your faults or how many hearts you have broken in the past. (I see right through all of that) To me youre an angel. You were sent from above to give me a reason to live; a reason to love. (It is for this very reason that I believe in a God) I know that sometimes Im not the nicest person and I tend to act like an idiot, but (There are many nights where I make you cry) at least I always come back to clean up my messes and to hold you while you let out the tears. (You always do the same for me) Before I met you I had trouble seeing the good in anything, especially in my own life. I would walk the streets with my head hanging low, trying my hardest to avoid eye contact with others. (I now stare into your eyes for hours and walk down the street head hLooking for You6 years ago in General More Like This
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
I'm Only A KidYou were too constricted by time and far too wrapped up in your bubble trying to prevent your insecurities from leaking out, that you forgot who you really were in the first place. You never had to be superhuman or extraordinary for me to love you. There was no need to cake on the make-up or wear the flashy clothes to try and be the prettiest girl in the world. (I wanted you, not some girl from the front cover of a fashion magazine)I'm Only A Kid6 years ago in Teen More Like This
You made me grow up (faster than I ever wanted to) from the innocent, shy little boy to the hardened, heartbroken mess of a man set before you now. I loved the way your eyes could say a million things at once. (I never even learned what half of them were) Your smile may not have been perfect and may not have been able to light up a room, but it always managed to make my heart flutter. (Sometimes, I swear my heart would try and leap out of my chest) Now my heart is buried so deep inside, it may as well not even be there anymore. Y
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.
Home Is Where the Heart IsThey say home is where the heart is. But what if you do not know where home is? Or rather what if home is more of a prison than an escape? I find myself sitting at home, wanting nothing more than to just leave; take flight to some other place far away; somewhere else to call my "home." I cannot stand all the lies and excuses I am given here; cannot stand that I am still treated like a little boy. I feel so rejected, stepped upon, thrown to side like I don't even matter. I cannot even be myself here; I have to be someone I am not, hiding all my deepest, darkest secrets. For if I were to let even one of these fallacious habits of mine escape into the open, I would not even have to worry about my home anymore, for it would surely no longer be here. I may just be here for the summer break, but when and how does a summer break turn into nothing more than simply a period of time I wish to go by quickly in order for me to go back to people I care about, doing things I love, and where I can beHome Is Where the Heart Is6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This