Six Words: BleachSix Words: Bleach8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We all share the same... heart.
beautiful lieresisting the pull, (she's falling again )beautiful lie5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(guilt envelops her), (falling. again.)
condemns those traitorous thoughts, (spiralling downward and drowning)
angrily rejects them, (in those all-consuming waves)
mother and father are happily married, (underlying bickering cleverly concealed)
dad works late, overtime, (a drowning alcoholic (okay, perhaps a little harsh))
spoiling often, and expensively, (indulging in materialism to keep the guilt at bay)
mom with her unconditional love, (she's had it till here, frustrated, silently depressed and)
and support, a shoulder to count on, (threatening to leave)
loyal friends, supportive, (too many unspoken secrets)
trusted and much loved, (swimming in the superficiality)
herself? no traces of drugs, (considered it seriously, once)
erratic behaviour, or depression, (and remember that half-hearted attempt at suicide?)
the absolute america
Alone and Forgotten Read artist's comment too.Alone and Forgotten5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Alone in my bed and tears falling
I'm tired of screaming and calling
I really need someone by my side
Why does no one show up in the night?
My friends always say that they'll be there
But I wonder if they really care
Why when I'm like this no one seems to be around?
Why when I fall, no one picks me up from the ground?
I know that some of them may really care
But sometimes their words disappear in thin air
If I don't show my face in a few days
For the first day, they ask if I'm ok?
But later they just forget that I'm not around
In my heart, I feel I'm being pushed down
I wish I could know what lingers in their minds
Find out who really cares and doesn't tell those lies
Trust me, I'm screamingMy eyes can say more than my lips ever willTrust me, I'm screaming5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's through them you'll see things that my heart had to spill
They beg and burn and endlessly plead
In a language that I only hope you can't read
You make me feel awkward, I'm always afraid
That you will see through me, my shields will have frayed
Still, as I can't bear to pull myself back
I wish you had my feelings plus courage I lack
I can't be sure how much you know or care
The only thing that I can do is stare
And hope that by some miracle of choice
You'll understand my eyes, and not my voice
To A 7-Year-Old"What do you mean?"To A 7-Year-Old5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Truman grimaced, he wasn't sure how to explain the subject to the kid, he was only seven! He couldn't understand a subject like that. In fact, now that he thought about it, Truman couldn't even remember how they got to talking about it. "Alright Billy," Truman said, "a long time ago-"
"How long ago?"
"It doesn't matter."
"With the dinosaurs?"
"No, not that long ago."
"No, just listen." Truman said. He breathed, "Alright," and continued "A long time ago there were people who lived in the desert?"
"Why?" Billy asked.
"What do you mean why?"
"In the desert. Why?"
Truman just stared at Billy for a few moments. "I - I don't know actually." He thought for a second more and, to save face, just said, "They were all born there."
"But why didn't they just leave?"
Truman got a little frustrated "They couldn't leave."
"Well, some of them didn't even want to. See, there were two types of people in the desert."
"What desert?" Billy asked.
YouI see your scars,You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left over from iron blade's kisses.
I see you bleeding,
Afresh, anew, are you cured?
I see you crying,
Fixed, emotions released.
I see you hurt,
Broken, dismembered, ruined.
I see you.
I feel you cling,
Icy grip looking for someone to hold onto once more.
I feel your tears,
Dripping onto my shoulder as you bawl in my arms.
I feel your scream,
Ripping through the still calm and slicing across my soul.
I feel your calm,
A still bliss that is a once in a life time moment for you.
I feel you.
I hear you sob,
Crying out, all alone, no one home to give you comfort.
I hear your story,
A tale told by so many before you, of unrequited love.
I hear your screech,
A desperate plea for it all to just end.
I hear your silence,
A moment of peace, yet racked with tension from the unknown.
I hear you.
I love your looks,
You're beautiful in a way like no other.
I love your feel,
You have a touch as soft and as rough as no other.
I love your sound,
You're a f