The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavement
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
The Dream That Never WasI will not be here long dear, but I have to knowThe Dream That Never Was2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are your eyes always such a melancholy green?
All faded and weathered, drained and worn
You say you have troubles,
My dear boy,
Do you know?
You are not alone
As the rain cascades down your window
And the thunder shakes your splintered floorboards
I sing you a soft lullaby
Timidly, I touch your hair
Day-old stubble lightly grazes my fingertips
And I watch you breathe
I hear you sigh
You whisper that I am beautiful
And I almost believe you
You tell me you're so tired,
So exhausted that you could close your melancholy eyes
And sleep, sleep forever
Sunkissed Rain"Impossible." She says.Sunkissed Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[We're lying in the grass looking up at a blue sky. I shift myself so I can look at her].
"That you're here right now--with me."
[I just stare at her, unsure of where she is going with this. And then I remember I should say something before she gets a chance to ask me why I am not saying anything].
"Oh, um, why is that so impossible?" I smile.
"Because, you're you and I'm me. It doesn't make sense."
[At this point, I'm trying to keep it cool, I've heard girlfriends say some really strange things at times. And this is one of those times].
"I don't think I understand." I tell her, still
MothMy dear, I was never your butterfly,Moth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was simply a moth that wished she was beautiful...
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
Something Loved Something LostYou told me once, that you were never sure if you really loved something until you lost it.Something Loved Something Lost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Did that include me?]
I don't think you really lost me, though--I lost you.
I lost the only person that made sense in my life, the only one who knew more about me than myself.
I lost my world.
And it wasn't until it completely stopped spinning that I noticed anything was different.
[You had me fooled, didn't you?]
Remember the way I laughed when you told me I was beautiful?
I laughed because I didn't believe you.
But I also laughed out of pure joy--I had never felt so alive in my life as I had in that one moment.
That's the kind of gi
A Picture of Myself:I'm not so beautifulA Picture of Myself:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't wear designer clothes, or keep up with the latest fashions
I put on what suits me, what is comfortable and modest
I'm not tall
Not rail thin
I'm very short
And snowy white
I don't have bright blue or seductive brown irises
My eyes are a deep green
My hair is not blond, brown, or black
Neither is it a dyed variation of those colors
It's still my natural auburn red
Not straight or curly, but wavy
I don't have long beautiful nails, when I'm nervous I bite them down shorter and shorter
I don't have luscious kissable lips; in fact, I've never had a real first kiss
Instead of clear lovely
Dear SerendipityYou are a word so closely fused with fate, destiny, chance, and sometimes loveDear Serendipity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most beautiful word I know
Is it possible not to fear an unknowable future?
Perhaps life is not about knowing, but rather about finding outdiscovering
Maybe it's hints of surprising, unforeseen, partly inevitable circumstances that test our limits of comfort
Tell me, is love properly defined as two lost people thrown together by chance?
Or could it be that they were always meant to find each other?
Did some divine, other-worldly force reach down and gently place these lives on the same path?
Or is it simply destiny that caused these two souls to m
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eye
Dear SelfDear Self,Dear Self3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've been this way for so long now that I think you might have forgotten some things.
I'm writing this so you don't have to forget, so you can remember and see how far you've come. So you can smile at yourself for being so silly.
I wonder, do you still have that smile?
The one that almost resembled a frown, but somehow just barely upturned the edges of your lips to qualify as something happy.
You had a habit of using it, but mostly just to assure everyone around you that everything was fine and dandy. So they wouldn't worry.
Do you remember your swing?
I don't know if you recall the way it creaked as it swayed
PediophobiaImagine a road, a long, narrow road.Pediophobia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gnarly broken branches line the way, but there are no trees.
[Have you formed a picture in your mind?]
Now extinguish the sun, and illuminate your path with a car's headlights.
You are driving the car down this deserted road in the dark.
[Zoom out for a moment to see the bigger picture.]
Your car, on a narrow road, with the edges of a cliff on either side, no railings, no bars.
[Is an uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach?]
You keep driving, slowly, carefully--one false move could send you falling,
Falling into the black.
[Better not close your eyes]
Up ahead you see a great pile of w
The Porcelain PeopleI had a dream once, about a place where people were obsessed with perfection, and longed for beauty.The Porcelain People3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this place, anyone who looked normal was considered ugly.
They found me wandering about in their strange world, and I was brought before a council of sorts. There I saw people that were so beautiful and faultless that it left me breathless.
A very handsome man, I assumed to be their leader, told me that this was their perfect world, and that I was disrupting their splendor with my unattractiveness. They asked if I wanted to look like them and at first I craved to say "yes" because it was true, perfection was something I had always dr
There Are Worse ThingsYou forget to set your alarm the night before, so you stumble out of bed with only ten minutes to get ready for your day. You didn't even have time to shower.There Are Worse Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are worse things.
You missed the bus, so you have to dig through the chaos of your garage to find your bicycle. By the time you find your bicycle, you are now 40 minutes late for school. Not only that, but the tires are in need of air. There's no time to pump them up though, you have to get to school.
There are worse things.
Finally, you get to school and it's then you realize that you left your book bag at home. For all your classes you are missing your homework. On top of th
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and nev
Story Of a HeartImagine this:Story Of a Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A heart, so tired of being battered and bruised,
So sick of bleeding out unwanted love that it has locked itself away
Waiting for a true love to find the key and open it once more
For now all this heart can do is wait
Wait, and try to patch up the broken parts
And untidily put them back together
To somehow create the illusion of being fixed and whole again
I'd Rather Lie StillThere are times when I don't want to wake up.I'd Rather Lie Still3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my only desire is to sink into my mattress, and allow my blankets to swallow me whole.
Because it's just so much easier to tell my restless heart to sleep.
I'll Never Know WhyI've waited so long for these words to come out rightI'll Never Know Why2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quietly wondering if you would even hear them in the end
I wanted to tell you that I think you're beautiful
But somehow beautiful seems like too small a word
How did I let myself
Fall in love with you?
If only I had known you were never going to catch me
Then maybe I wouldn't still be
We Are Only Made of DustThe world is not ours,We Are Only Made of Dust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
(but that doesn't stop us from wanting it)
Our bodies are not limitless; they do not last forever, though in this moment
I swear, I almost feel infinite
There was a time when I thought words were immeasurable
Those being said, those already spoken, and those yet to be spoken
They are, were and would forever be endless
Some are exchanged lightly without thought, and others are as thunder, destructive and forceful,
but somehow it doesn't matter how they are said, and to whom;
As long as th
Cryif i could hear tears fallCry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know hers would be the loudest
you can almost hear her heart breaking.
I Can't Tell Youi can't tell youI Can't Tell You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how many letters i wrote
but never had the courage to send
i won't pester you
with all the words i couldn't say ,
all the time i didn't take
to tell you that i care
i can't tell you
what you mean to me
you wouldn't believe me if i tried
and now it's too late to prove you wrong
About A GirlI want to tell you about a girl who hates herself--and I want you to listen:About A Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to run
Faster, further, harder
Until she can hear her own heartbeats
Pounding in her chest--until she can barely breathe
Just to feel alive
She likes to write
To spill her ink-blotted words
From her veins
Only to crumple up and throw away
Everything her imagination creates
Because she doesn't think it's pretty enough
She likes to sing
To hear her voice echo
And bounce off empty walls
Hoping, wishing that someone will join her in a duet of sorrow
She likes to paint
The colors bleeding down the canvas
Makes her smile
The beauty is more
Some Things Stay HiddenShe lost what she was looking for in the search to find herselfSome Things Stay Hidden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This Isn't Goodbye, But This Isn't Hello EitherI'm no good at hellos, I feel that introductions are often a lieThis Isn't Goodbye, But This Isn't Hello Either5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never hear people say: Hello my name is so and so, and I'm afraid of being alone
Because people don't like to admit that they fear anything
Being fearful of something makes us seem vulnerable
(Or does it?)
I think I somehow knew it was going to end up like this
There was always you and there was always me
But there was never us
I replay the first time we met, those awkward first glances and exchange of words
The beginning of many conversations to come
We didn't know it then, but we would soon be listening to one another's voices like they were the only sounds that