Is it Worth the Feelings?Your body is strong, lean,Is it Worth the Feelings?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your face is bristled with fur-silver flecks subtlety mark you.
I know you will protect me,
You whisper it everyday,
Almost a silent prayer
(But you don't believe in God).
I think I listen. At least a part of me does.
I know I can feel safe if I let myself,
I know those arms, that body, was meant to be a shield.
Yet, why is it that when I look at you, I hold onto fear?
I hold onto desperation and destruction?
Your arms are coated with spikes,
Your smile-with minute, pearly daggers- filled with venom.
Your eyes, an obsessed mind.
I shudder but I don't know why.
My mind knows your goodness,
My body knows your soft ruggedness.
You can be soft when you want to be.
And sometimes I think you beg me to let you.
But, something deep inside pulls me away from you.
Instinct? Nature? Angels?!
I believe everything has a reason
Even if the reason is too divine to be accepted.
You do not like my (re)actions.
I try to give logic to the illogical.
You have to forgive me.
I Love You When You're SoberYou play good-cop, bad-cop with my emotions, winding me up like I'm easy before cracking the whip down my spine, and I'm loving the vertigo you're presenting. I watch the sway of the tides in your steps and I know I'll never win or feel the pulses of my name within your veins but I wish, just once, to read your mind. I wish you'd make up mine instead of leaving me dizzy between the sheets of wondering if you care and realizing you never will.I Love You When You're Sober3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You think I like what I do? You think I like what I'm doing, what I'm turning into? I don't. I hate it. I hate the way you put a spell over me. You smell of sweat and sunflowers and last year's watermelon. You taste of lust, hungry for my body as I wish to feel yours. The muscles tensing in your arms as you try to hold me gently, though every ounce of your being is begging to squeeze me till only US exists.
I need the stubble on your chin against my heartbeat and the sweat across our shoulders pooling between our pulses. I
flurrybending boughs ladenflurry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with crystalline stars
arch over every
and if you walk with me
hand in hand
i won't even remember
where we were
March Renga- Ruinonly a few stonesMarch Renga- Ruin3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
left to speak
this was once a home
Renga Tree - stoneswe come and goRenga Tree - stones3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tides against the shore
the stones endure
Fan Number 463I wonder if you'd care to know me. Know that I exist. Just for you. You probably don't. Except in that little space, deep within your heart. I love you, though I can honestly say I am not your #1 fan. I dream of marrying you one day, but not like your fans have. They drool over you. Obsess over you. Have posters of you in every inch of their room. But me, I might as well be fan #463. Ever wonder why you only have #1 fans? Because no one can dare think of a number greater. But, who's to say #1 is better than #463?Fan Number 4637 years ago in General More Like This
Ah, the life you lead. I am not jealous, though. In fact, I sit around at night thinking it is you who is jealous. Nah. I doubt it. You envy yourself as I envy me. That is what I like about you. You do not obsess where others do. You do not let these worms and fiends enter your life and corrupt you. What a fractured life though. You will never know who is your soul mate. The one you dream of and never remember. But, that is my curse. For I, too, have dreams of you. But unlike
Oneword: SinkingI have this sinking feeling that I'm falling. That I can't get up from this hellhole also known as my life. Its like I tread through water, quicksand. The ground eats at my heels, my soles. I keep getting that sinking feeling that everything will be over. that it is over. so what am i supposed to do?Oneword: Sinking4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stupid Tail...It thwacks me each time.Stupid Tail...3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A horrible pain in the---
Why won't you just STOP!?!
Oneword : EditionI write for a paper that knows the lives of others. That tells a story waiting to burst out into immortal flames. As immortal as carbon copies can make things. When flipping through the pages of black and white I can see a whole new world waiting to be discovered. To be understood. To be seen through new eyes.Oneword : Edition3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Onwords are currencyOn3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in my little world so trail
them like shiny coins.
be silly with me
and wear those fluffy pink ears
with genuine pride.
remember all the
unimportant things and let
me know when you have.
ListI like...List3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long walks to nowhere,
the way your eyes twinkle when you smile,
the smell of freshly fallen rain,
the way water glistens off of your nose
the feeling of the night air of summer against my skin,
your skin against mine as we are holding hands,
the sound of the rain against the metal roof of my car,
you whispering sweet nothings into my ear before bed,
the smell of fresh sawdust in the evening
the way you wrap your arms around me
all of you.
the colors that the sky turns when the sun rises and sets,
the stars in the nighttime sky,
the breeze through the trees,
the sound of your breathing in the middle of the night,
a kitten purring in contentment,
the two of us together,
everything about you,
everything when I'm with you.
Lightning Crazy -collab-Tell me that ladybugs will always be red with black spots and that fireflies will always have glowing butts and that I can find my way home just by taking your hand. Tell me that love sometimes ends but ours doesn't have to because we understand that holding on means through every fucking thing the world might throw us. When you're angry, call me a bitch and let me scream all your flaws at the top of my lungs because love isn't love without reaching a boiling point, but promise me that when we've fallen silent and tears are streaming from my eyes and I'm hiccuping apologies between my sobs, you'll cradle me close and press kisses to my forehead. Most importantly, promise me that if you're going to leave, you'll give me two weeks' notice first.Lightning Crazy -collab-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The veins in my hands don't lead to safety and ladybirds, well I've seen orange without any spots at all. Fireflies smear phosphorous across rain-streaked pollen spattered windshields and the lightning spills across the sky. The
Deer-Lipped Smiles -collab-And sometimes, when you cry, I long to lap your tears up with my fingers but I'm never sure how you'd respond. I don't want to come across too strong,but there were fireflies in your hair last night and every strand of ribbon in your eyes left me breathless. I'm sorry. I guess I should apologize. I think I'm saying much too much for my first hello, but I can't help myself. The moon is in your smile and my heart has hit the ground and I'm worried you won't understand, so I guess that I'll start over. I just don't think that I know how to.Deer-Lipped Smiles -collab-3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh your soft glances and your deer lipped smiles and the way you speak like you're measuring out every bit of good in your words before you release them into the air where they crumble against eager eardrums and delight with their meanings. We haven't known each other long but I like the way you look at me as though I was something more than china doll fragile and I lik
Unspoken- CollabYou have eyes the shade of moonlight and a habit of walking with your hands shoved into your jeans and sometimes, when you smile, I can almost imagine you're still the boy I used to know when we were ten and love was far beyond our grasp. You were sweet back then; you picked me flowers every Monday and left them on my doorstep because you loved the way I cried the first time I stepped outside and crushed them. You laughed for days. You used to pull my pigtails for calling you an idiot and I used to kick you in the shin because you always called me Lizard Breath instead of by my name, but when recess rolled around, your bruise would be forgotten and my heart would be on the mend and we'd play Gargoyles or Power Rangers or tag. And I would always get mad because you made me play the girl, but I'd play with you anyway. I wish it was still as easy, now, to tell you all my fears, but your hair is always gelled into spikes and all the girls sway when you pass them by and you stopped lookiUnspoken- Collab3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A-Little-BitI'm feeling a little bitA-Little-Bit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a little bit
And I don't want to be alone anymore.
I'm feeling a little bit
And I'm tired.
Waiting by the SeashoreShe stood on the peak of a sand dune, the wind ruffling her dress as well as her brown hair. It teased the branches of the trees standing tall behind her, mimicking the sounds of the ocean. Of the rhythmic beating of the waves along the shore. They reach with iridescent blue arms, a crest of white dancing on their knuckles.Waiting by the Seashore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Days like today...well, they were peaceful if, albeit, lonely. She was waiting for her lover, Raphael, to come back. He was blissfully lost beyond the sea. She envied him. She wanted nothing more than to explore the world with him. But the ocean was an unkind mistress. For all the rocking Sylvia received, she was surprised no man had called the sea a raging bull, though, Calypso - the fickle goddess - was quite close to the truth. And Raphael was riding her, leaving Sylvia quite dry and lonesome.
"Come back to me, Raphael. Please," She whispered. Her deep, brown eyes were slanted against the sun - the sea's mistress. The iridescence that cou
March Renga- silverwinter's silver skyMarch Renga- silver3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I can smell the snow
tytonidaejust like when he was a boytytonidae3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath the stars he sits
watching points of light
swirl into accretion
innocent again, he sighs
"me!" he howls to the owl's question
innocent again, he cries
before the memories began
before the balance of good and
evil, when there was only good
when every tear was shed
by him alone for him alone
when sadness was remedied
by candies and earthworms
and beestings and honey
and the sweetest of sweet dreams
(before the memories began)
and more than owls asked
of him was asked of him
and who became why, and she
became her and memories
now, frightened like a little boy
beneath clouds rolling over
points, and points of light like
a storm she blew in and howled
i own the night
and for a moment he believed
and for a moment he understood
until he shrugged "nobody"
to the owl's simple question
It Started With CheesecakeIt started with cheesecake.It Started With Cheesecake4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Funny... it usually starts with coffee
but we started with cheesecake; plain,
no strawberries on top or raspberry sauce,
we didn't find cool whip until later.
Just a soft, creamy developing obsession
for something with a hint of subtle passion.
It started with cheesecake
and ended with love.
To A MouseChild of the earth, Creature of the soil,To A Mouse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mourn you.
You who died for no greater sin than your race;
This is your elegy.
Such a small creature you are,
Every feature perfect, every part of your anatomy
Is this a fingerprint of God? Does it give me hope of a life
I dig and dig. Through the chalky bones of the earth.
To give you a grave where snowdrops
Watch over you. Where the stone that lies at your head
Protects you. Where sun and rain can no longer touch you.
Did you feel pain? There are no marks. No stigmata
On you, tiny martyr.
A funeral of one. A mourner of one.
Child of the earth, I must commit you to the ground
Creature of dirt, as I am.
Come, child of the earth. I have corrupted your shroud, yet you
Know it not.
The grave is deep. It keeps you from unearthment.
To keep your sleep eternal.
Dissolve into the ground, child of the earth.
I have planted you, placed the ground back over you,
Covered you with a blanket of moss so you no l
The NooseI feel the noose around my neckThe Noose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rough and tight.
It holds to me, clings to me
In such a way
That makes you want to tremble.
I can feel the air escape my very lips
A quiver in my cheeks.
They shake with fear.
Is this my Fate?
Perhaps I love too much
Or perhaps it never was enough.
Destiny binds to me
Like a snake grasping its prey
Breaking its ribs,
Collapsing the lungs,
I feel the noose around my neck
Getting tighter and tighter.
It burns my fickle flesh,
I look amongst my peers.
All stare back
Wide-eyed and blank faced.
A shiver passes through my spine.
I look beyond the crowd,
Are those roses I see?
A field of green awaiting beyond.
The door swings open.
I soar .
Too Late To Call 911i.Too Late To Call 9113 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
MisUnderstandings. Begging for forgiveness, I want to plead, plea, please your insanity and injure myself in you, tasting the ferocious lip twist of your smile as you make me bleed. I want your palms praying against my chest, depressing me down, the half open flutter of your eyes urging me to complete the puzzle of my apology.MisUnderstandings.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My skin is singing, singing, or maybe I've got that all wrong. Maybe your touches have singed my cheeks, the hairs on my neck, my knuckles where you tried to force your fingers to fit between mine. And maybe it wasn't bags I saw beneath my eyes when I saw my face reflected in the water glass you set against my swollen lips, but I know you didn't mean to make your love stand out so dark across my blushes. I just need to learn how to listen.
You used to beg for the heat of my touch and how I set fire to your hips, our hands jigsawing together as I burned away your inhibitions.
Now all I want is for you to