Everything's TemporaryThere is a child, wearing my clothes, and my skin, and my scent, but isn't me. Sin is like ink, it bleeds into a person, coloring, making you someone other than you used to be. And it's indelible. Try as hard as you like, you can never get yourself back.
Words can't pull me back from the edge. Neither can daylight. This isn't something to get over, it is an atmosphere I need to learn to breath, grow gills for transgression, and take it into my lungs with every gasp.
It is a startling thing. I wonder who this person is, going through the motions of my life. I want to take their hand, comfort them.
And then I want to push this stranger, hard, off a cliff.
She's the girl...She's the girl whose strawberry lipsShe's the girl...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shape velvet promises with the taste
Of sweet venom
The silent whisper of liquid lies
You'd blissfully soak in
To feel them poison your whole body
She's the girl with the ocean-blue eyes
Considerate warmth in the form
Of ice-cold diamonds
The embrace of appealing waters
You'd voluntarily breathe in
To feel them mercilessly fill your lungs
She's the girl with swan-like hands
Gentle killers moving with the grace
Of a dream-dancer
The tangency of flattering steel
You'd undauntedly welcome
To feel them claw your vulnerable skin
She's the girl with shattered dreams
Still holding onto the visionary hopes
Of an artless child
The aches of an impassible embrace
She'd gratefully accept
To feel them replace her inanition
do you fear reality?together we are falling in the abyss, the obscure shadows of reality.do you fear reality?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i grab for your hand and you squeeze it trying to offer some comfort.
it only makes me more unsure and so i run into your arms, breathing in your scent, seeking sweet solace.
at least we'll be together, in the waves of darkness that are to come
but the carpet has been pulled from beneath us and the blindfolds have been lifted
and i'm scared to say that i don't like what i see of this "world."
and as the black unknown swallows us, we tightly grasp at each other's hearts,
holding on to the one thing we know to be true...
Unlikely ChoicesOut of over six billion people that roam the planet, what gives you, as an individual, the right to be loved?Unlikely Choices4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You know you're not the best. You never will be. Your life has been a wreck from the beginning, and all that time you've been running to the point of exhaustion. Running from your family. Responsibility. Yourself. This is one race track that has no finish line, my dear. You're like a bird without legs. Always on the move, never landing to take a rest. The only time you'll touch ground is when you die!
And don't even get me started on all those shames you know you'll never tell anyone. Those little secrets that eat away at your sanity when you wake in the middle of the night and cry yourself back into oblivion.
You know you're worthless. You've always known that.
Who on earth could love someone like you?
I'm inclined to disagree. You see, somebody does love me. And by thinking that I would be loved because I deserved to shows that you don't understand the concept of love
Shiver and CryHis eyes are dark and serious; the early morning shadows cover his body like bruises.Shiver and Cry3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His breath curls out like smoke from his mouth; a goodbye is frozen between his teeth.
He shivers violently, his bones in sharp relief against his skin. She watches his heart flutter below his collarbone and imagines him chasing butterflies.
"Are you cold?" she asks.
He folds his arms across his chest and presses his fingers against his shoulder blades.
Their eyes lock and one last time it feels like fire. The goodbye melts onto his tongue, but he can't speak.
Then she's gone, and cold rain begins to fall like tears on his face.
"Yes." he whispers.
five people who mean a lota: thanks for teaching me how to laughsometimes it is nice to get lost in rolling laughter and hysterical giggles. around you i'm unconscious of worldly things as our jubilance brings me to greater heights and it becomes easier, and also desirable, to live in our moments.five people who mean a lot1 year ago in Letters More Like This
c: your passion can ignite my sometimes dry-stick souland you know better than most that i'm not the kind that sits around the bonfire, but with you i'm reminded that there's more to life than the to-do list and i can relegate it to kindling as we roast marshmallows on its remains.
a: you've always had my back, my darling, and it can't be easy. i'm fairly heavy when i fall, but I know we're both a lot stronger than we think. one day, when we've left this town behind, we'll know that we were survivors and that our determination carried us far, far away.
j: if you have a heart that restores faith in my views of humanity, what else could i ask for? only more conversations over sorbet because i want it all and
pride is harmlessPride is harmlesspride is harmless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
only if you know it isn't
Because it eats your heart and soul
believe me, it's relentless.
Way too many lines with an over intoxicated head.
but vodka and bourbon help him think straight
even when his life is
Nothing could touch his world
or the walls he carved and splintered
He was invincible
With eyes that see past the technicalities of black and
With ears that hear only the pitter patter
of the ghosts in his hallway
and the thump of a thousand heartbeats
That will always sound a little livelier than his.
But heartbeats don't define a person.
One pulse can be stronger
Than a million.
Tiny continuous beats
Hold my hand
Because I'm too proud
To admit that I'm scared
And this is the closest I'll ever get
He believes in losing faith in believing.
Because nothing is eternal.
He lost faith in things he can't see
But still strongly believes in those
In Heaven [Songfic!]I stand worriedly inside a hospital in the hallway, next to a room.In Heaven [Songfic!]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right in front of me is Emina, my girlfriend, looking as beautiful as ever wearing a hospital gown. She's really unique, with her red flowing hair and dark blue eyes, but what made her special to me was how she managed to make me fall in love with her without even realising. She showed and made me understand the concept of love. We've been dating for so long, we were practically married. Despite that I am one that dislikes saying cheesy stuff; she really is my other half. So I don't understand She looked perfectly healthy now and before so why
Why does she have to go?
"I'm going to leave now " she says, letting go of my hand and taking one step backwards.
"Don't leave " I whisper sadly.
"I'm going to come back, so " She murmurs, avoiding my eyes as she takes another step backwards.
"Liar, liar " I tell her, pulling her back to my chest and hugging her tightly.
I feel her head lean
paint me an orthodoxone day I'll rest on hollow shoulderspaint me an orthodox2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and silence the humming of my heart
pink is a flightless bird
bearing semblance to four cavernous holes in my body
if feathers cannot fly
Then my infested soul will never brush the stars
i am squirming
under the gaze of your colors
and the tools in your hand
paint me an orthodox
i'll slip you an omnipotent card
and declare you the decorator of my body
you'll need more than glue
to attach ruffled feathers
to my darkened soul
[if you love somet
QuestionYou think that maybe one day, if circumstances areQuestion2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
where they need to be, I might figure out a way to
jump off of this mountain and be able to fly?
friday the thirteenth.but in my mind, i'm just like "what if tonight is the night? what if this is the right time that's been evading us for years?"friday the thirteenth.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
but that's just it, i've been saying that every night for, well, years.
Drowning.With all the things weighing you downDrowning.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm surprised you haven't drowned yet.
You're so much stronger than I am.
Nothing Could Change You."The drugs and the drinking, it all has to stop Danny."Nothing Could Change You.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You know I love you, but I can't take it. Two years ago
you changed my life and then you changed yourself. You
turned my whole world into a personal Hell. My days were
spent wondering if you were going to come home from work
or if you were in a ditch somewhere and nights without
sleep wondering if I should just leave, just get up and leave.
"Amy, why are your bags packed?"
I tried to tell you that you were out of line, that you
were so out of line and that if you didn't stop things
were just going to get worse. You never believed me and
you never tried to get better, and they did, everything
"No...no meant no Danny."
It hurt, all of it hurt. The bruises and the scratches
and the loss of blood and trust. Remember that time you
brought me flowers for the first time? I remember, that
was the night you made it official, and we shared our
first kiss. I usually think back to that time, but the
other night, you crossed a line
six things i wish i'd never donei. i wish i hadn't wasted 11:11s on you. i could have probably saved children from natural disasters, eradicated poverty in countries whose names i can't spell and stopped the spread of sexually transmitted diseases if i hadn't wasted those minutes between 11:10 and 11:12 wishing that you would finally open your eyes.six things i wish i'd never done2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ii. on that note, i wish i never read so deep into them. they pulled me under but they were so deceptively clear that i kept swimming. clear eyes sparkle more in the light, but you never know when you'll get to the bottom of everything. you're shallower than i thought and maybe i should have listened to my mother: she said you were up to no good.
iii. i wish my eyes weren't so deep-set now. this year had been a rainy one, a perpetual monsoon of saltwater and the thick sorrow that coats all surfaces and never really drains away. mother nature had to raise the flood barriers and i can't see myself anymore.
iv. i wish i'd said something. i read so
blown glass shatters prettyto see my imageblown glass shatters pretty2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
reflected in his eyesstars
in pools of water...
he makes me ever
so exquisite, like blown-glass
perched on the brink of
my destruction. for
that lovely sensation seemed
so lost without him.
december: a second trial1/12/11december: a second trial2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the strangest sensation
But the world stopped
Spinning after I hit the
old flames burn just as brightly,
supernovas live lightyears after death
it would be unreasonable,
for me to get fully over you.
we'll snort lines of poetry, babe
and get high on the intricacies of the words we wished we could have said.
and maybe i just don't want to be rescued
just let the cards
a huff and a puff was all it'd take anyway.
it was a quarter after midnight when he pulled up by the curb.
-- no words. let's fly.
i need a break from reality tonight and you're better than my dreams.
[/the perfect night happened here]
I was an afterthought- the kind that gets thrown into a mixture like 'hey why not, it won't make a difference' because I never really did and the walls discriminated beautifully and hid the rough plaster with which I was soldered on. You sa
one.the number one is the baby of all the numbers. it's a boy-number. the number two is the sad number. why? because he's always number two. the number three is a mean number. the other numbers don't like her at all. the number four is very good at a bunch of different things. the number five is always looking for someone to talk to. the number six is the motherly figure of the digits. the number seven is the most popular number of all. the number eight is a figure skater, while number nine doesn't get out much. number ten is the oldest of them all.one.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
hell.the bible says hell is to be full of fire and pain, a place where the devil resides. i believe that wholeheartedly. but, if i had to determine my own personal hell, this is what it would consist of: loud, screaming and yelling; all there would be to eat was rotten food and the smell of something continuously burning would always be on the air. an infant's wail would haunt me at night, all alone in the dark. i would feel as if there would never be any more light. there would be no laughter to be found.hell.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
morbid.a hospital sick room is a very morbid place to be. it is always cold and foul smelling. it seems like everyone you look at is sad and no one ever smiles. whenever you go it is always raining and the sun never shines. someone's always dying and every room is gray. it is a colorless place and there is no laughter to be found. it seems like something straight out of time burton's mind.morbid.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
an ideal find.An enthusiastic being, christopher steppe, was a spirited man and led a life full of fervor. At a young age, christopher learned to try new things with an open mind. He never gave up on something he started. chrisopher was quite tall as a boy can be and towered over most of his classmates. While other children would hunch to fit in, christopher stood up tall and proud. He held his head high and kept his chin up. His father, charles steppe, taught him early that if you treated yourself with respect, others would too. College was an easy transition for christopher, and he graduated in three and a half years. He went on to marry his high school sweetheart, sabrina, and had two lovely children. In his spare time, christopher love to read and write. His actual occupation was to work as a carpenter for the small town in ohio where he lived.an ideal find.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Reflections in the MirrorSorrow, anger, isolationReflections in the Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold, rainy, cloudy days.
Tears a-falling to the floor,
Reflected in the mirror, tall.
Wind a-rustling the leaves
Birds chirping the melody.
Raindrops tap to the rhythm,
Reflected in the mirror tall.
Slow pirouettes and leaps
Then movements fast and sharp
A lone dancer on the stage
Reflected in the mirror tall.
The dance - of such feeling
So expertly portrayed.
Through movements and momentum.
Reflected in the mirror tall
The light from a break in clouds
That glimmer caught in sparkling eye.
The hope, the love, the emotion,
Reflected in the mirror tall
In the mirror tall, reflected
and captured so precisely;
Events, feelings, a life story
Through a single, lonesome dance...
See How? See Now?Thinking of youSee How? See Now?2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Gets me nowhere,
But the thought of forgetting you 's too much to bear,
See how this paradox tears,
At the very fabric of my sanity
See how it warps my reality?
See how I'm wrapped in a veil of vanity?
I don't love you,
I just want you,
And it's driving me mad,
No, I don't want to see you,
That'd make things worse.
See how it already hurts?
See how this gift becomes a curse?
I'm undone by my lust,
How can I ever trust
Any feeling I have?
No, I don't want to see you,
I don't trust myself.
See the hand I am dealt?
See now the falsehoods I have felt?
Two Sides pt. 2As school ended, I walked over to the dorm buildings to wait for Rika. I put my bag down beside me, and sat on a small wall. Before I did, I looked at the tree and to the left of it, to make sure Rika wasn't hiding in it. She always loved to surprise me, and take advantage of the fact that I couldn't detect her. However, now I've improved.Two Sides pt. 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I started to relax, I noticed a glimmering movement of blue out of the corner of my eye. I immediately ducked and fell off the ledge, just in time to see Rika jump over me, her bluish blonde hair trailing behind her.
Rika put her hands on her hips, and scowled at me. "Damn it. I missed again."
I smirked at her. "Your hair always gives you away."
"It's not my fault that my hair's always been this color." She returned a smirk to me. "Still, I managed to get this off of you." She held my bag up, with a satisfied look on her face.
Two Sides pt. 3 Eventually, we reached the courtyard of the school, the place where everyone gets together to eat, work, or just hang out. Usually the courtyard was crowded with students, no matter what time of the year it was. This courtyard was as empty as everything else in this world. There was an eerie stillness about the entire area; in front of the dorm, there had been some wind. Here there was no movement whatsoever. Everything seemed dead.Two Sides pt. 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Off in the distance, I saw a figure sitting under a tree. As we walked closer, I could see that it was a boy, only stark white; you could barely tell the difference between him and his clothes. Rika stopped and grabbed my wrist.
"Ian, I have a bad feeling. I don't think we should get any closer to him."
"Rika, he's the first person that we've seen here. Maybe he can help us get out."
"I don't know "
Two Sides pt. 1 I walked into school, repeating the same thing I'd done since summer ended. Day in, day out, the same old thing. For most people that is. My school days are kind of well, different. It's not like my school is one of those campuses where every kid has some sort of special power that they have to keep secret, so they come to a special school to train their abilities. Nope, everyone at my school is depressingly normal. Except me. And a few other people, but they're not dangerous or anything. Our days are a lot more interesting.Two Sides pt. 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked into my homeroom class and threw my stuff at the side of my chair. I laid my head on my desk, my hair spreading out from my head. I wonder if something interesting will happen today, I thought.
"I need a-. Wait. No, no, no "
I shook my head, trying to get the stray thought out of my head. I couldn't wish for anything right now, not with all these peopl