In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?
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 eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
Something Loved Something LostYou told me once, that you were never sure if you really loved something until you lost it.Something Loved Something Lost4 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 girl I am, you see.
I am a girl who can find a million beautiful things about everyone else, but nothing even remotely good about herself.
It's a disease really.
One that's out to kill me.
Because not everything about every person is beautiful.
You are living proof of that.
[So, why then my dear, do I still love you?]
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 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.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
Dear SelfDear Self,Dear Self4 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
Like someone was there, making it move. When visibly it was empty.
You made it yours, and thought it gave you the ability to fly.
As your hands gripped the chains and your legs propelled you higher and higher, the ground became so far away that you'd spread your arms and laugh, as if you
The Dream That Never WasI will not be here long dear, but I have to knowThe Dream That Never Was4 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
Because wakefulness seems a misuse of time
Of precious dreaming
My darling boy,
Do you not know?
You are a dream
Some Things Stay HiddenShe lost what she was looking for in the search to find herselfSome Things Stay Hidden4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 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 never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
The Porcelain PeopleI had a dream once, about a place where people were obsessed with perfection, and longed for beauty.The Porcelain People5 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 dreamed of. I had always desired to be beautiful.
Slowly, I turned a small circle, looking at each of the members of the council. They sat with supreme posture in fine chairs. Every one of them was shockingly beautifulit was almost frightening.
Each one had their flawlessly stunning eyes pointed at me, all of them lovely shades of vibrant b
Dear SerendipityYou are a word so closely fused with fate, destiny, chance, and sometimes loveDear Serendipity3 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 meet?
What if I choose the wrong way?
Will I spend the rest of my days wondering and imagining what my life would have been?
Or will I move on, as if nothing ever slowed me down in the first place?
Too many questions, not enough answers
I believe there are things that can never be explained
Fate is a mysterious, frightening, yet exciting concept
We all desi
I'd Rather Lie StillThere are times when I don't want to wake up.I'd Rather Lie Still4 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.
InsanityI stepped into a poorly lit room. The only light in the darkness came from three small candles resting on an end table, their glow not reaching the dark and eerie corners of the room. The walls were covered with broken mirrors; and I watched as shattered reflections of myself followed my every movement. The dim lighting cast strange and frightening shadows over my face. It was then that I became increasingly aware of the pain in my feet.Insanity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked down at themthey were bare. And there was broken glass sprayed across the floor. I gently lifted one throbbing foot, shards of the mirror had cut into my skin and blood was oozing from the wounds. My eyes began to tear up and I choked back a scream. If there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was the sight of blood from my own veins.
In the far corner, I saw a chair. A lonely, wooden, termite-infested chair. Somehow, I had overlooked it and not seen it before now. As I walked closer, I heard a noise from behind me, and turned around to f
We Are Only Made of DustThe world is not ours,We Are Only Made of Dust3 years 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 those words put an end to the drawn out silence
(there is no need for them to be meaningful, or even tender)
I used to believe words were Everything
that language could offer us something unexplainable and undeserved
(As though it was not meant for everyone)
I used to think these things when I was young
You'll Remember MeYou’ll remember meYou'll Remember Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It might take a while for those three words to sink in, but I know that by the end of this you’re going to be remembering why you forgot me in the first place
I’m not blaming you for going away; I’d like to do the same
Sometimes I feel trapped in my own skin
Sometimes I just want to get in a car and drive, never stopping until I figure out where I’m meant to be
Speaking of where I’m meant to be, I thought I figured it out
And I guess I was mistaken when I thought it was with you
It’s just that when you held me that night, I could’ve sworn it felt like one of those cheesy love stories, you know the one’s that end with the girl and the guy so very much in love sharing a kiss under the stars?
I never believed in that crap
But something about the way your eyes shone in the moonlight made me almost want to
I think it was then that you told me you loved me, and for the first time in a long time I felt safe
To YouTo the boy with the ocean in his eyes,To You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know if you remember, but you saved me once
I was drowning, and so very tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open
but I didn't care if I fell asleep
I didn't care if I never woke up
I was sinking. I was falling, deeper and deeper
My heart was so heavy, and I didn't want to go on breathing
I didn't want to even try
I had given up, counted myself as lost
But you reached for me,
you pulled me out of the darkness
Do you remember now?
When you held me, and you whispered that I was going to be ok
You promised. You promised that everything would be ok and that you would never let me go
But you did
I won't say my heart is broken
Because it's not
It's just a little bit numb, a little bit cold, a little bit tired
of trying to love someone that refuses to be loved
Why won't you let me save you?
All my life, I've thought of myself as weak
But now I am strong enough to admit that I might be alone for awhile
And I'm ok with that
I will be good enough
MothMy dear, I was never your butterfly,Moth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was simply a moth that wished she was beautiful...
On Things that Last ForeverWhen I'm in my car, I always turn the music up nearly as loud as it can go.On Things that Last Forever3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Because I hate the sound of my own breathing in a quiet closed off space. That's the thing about cars; they are so cut off from everything. The barrier of glass windows and metal keeps the people outside at a distance.
But my tendency to be impersonal towards people cannot be blamed on cars.
I'm a naturally detached person. Interaction is something I use sparingly, as if one day people are going to be so consumed with their own lives that they will forget about everyone around them.
I tell myself I'm saving my small talk and deep conversations for those days when friendliness is almost entirely replaced with indifference, but really I think I'm just saving my voice for people that will actually listen.
When I'm at a stoplight, I like to observe the passengers of other cars in brief glances.
I once saw this lovely young couple, with their heads tilted toward one another, just smiling and laughing. I wanted to kn
oceanic nowheresno matter how many times i refer to oceanic analogies my words and wisdom won't growoceanic nowheres4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
with the mention of the atlantic, or the mumble of the pacific or the god damn indian ocean
if you are trying to be an independent original for the first time in your seventeen or so odd
years on this rotating blue and green mass we call a planet that has countless wonders
shoved in its corners and crevices but i am lacking the ability to lift my limbs across the
prime meridian, down the equator, and past oceans full of bullshitted metaphors.
i lack no ability when it comes to tracing your ribcage, god dammit there i go again referring
to bones and designated pretty objects located between the fibers of your skin, their cool
touch reverberating against my pale pigmentation that conceals these thoughts and
emotions, blood running in counter clock wise directions towards my toes and away from my
head, i swear it is fleeing from what turns this boy into walking disaster.
maybe i'll traverse around, rippin
I'll Never Know WhyI've waited so long for these words to come out rightI'll Never Know Why3 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
The ApocalypseI had a dream that we stood hand in handThe Apocalypse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the world melt
And as the colors bled together
Blues, Greens, Whites
Dripping onto the stars
All I could think was
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 Either2 years 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 made sense in this world
(When did we decide they meant nothing at all?)
I remember the last time we saw each other, those too-short kisses and drawn-out hugs
The promises of forever, that always seem so real in the moment
(But that I don't think anyone really ever intends to keep)
We didn't know it then, but we would soon be pretending that everything was o
About A GirlI want to tell you about a girl who hates herself--and I want you to listen:About A Girl5 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 lovely
Than anything she will ever have
She likes to pretend
To get caught in her fantasies
And escape from her nightmarish reality
But she always wakes up
To a world she hates
A life she abhors
Because she isn't who she wants to be
Anywhere but in her dreams
Lottie's SongShe just wanted to be something to be jealous of,Lottie's Song4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
always in love with someone she'd never met.
Yeah, but she was never any good at love,
or maybe she just hadn't found it yet.
But you'd think it would be rainnnning,
when she storms out like a
tt-tor-nad-o in-a hurr-i-cannnne.
Cos you'll never find her, nooooooo!
Not her e-ver-green eyes
or that chan-de-lier smile,
no, her can-dle-stick thighs
won't meet your match-stick legs anymore.
She just wanted to be something I'd be jealous of,
always in love with the whole damn world.
She just wanted to be something I'd be jealous of...
always in love with the whole damn world...
Cubist GirlI'll take your sickness and make it mineCubist Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And spit out the bloody broken pieces:
Put that shattered glass in your eyes
Fracture the world
So you won't have to see
What you did to me.
You can put me under your knife,
Change me into whatever you like.
I will be a cubist girl for you,
With stretching stitches still raw,
But my new Barbie smile will be too wide;
I'm wearing the torn parts with savage pride.
When you try to name pain as your brother
I'll paint my arms with silver scars,
To keep your hatred safe within me;
Yet it still lusts for your heart, not mine.
So watch me curse until I rot my teeth,
And love you as my jealous hand drags you beneath.