Overduei don't want to be human,Overdue6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because then i wouldn't have
emotions for you to trample
and hopes for you to burn.
(i know you can't catch
smoke in a bottle,
but i tried anyways.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a body for you to strike
or a will for you to break.
(my fingers are all
bloodied from trying
to pick up the pieces.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
for you to steal.
i hope you're just
The Tower In The AsylumThere's not enough blood in me for how much I want to bleed.The Tower In The Asylum5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
your truth.i've memorized the map of the world on your skin, the crevices and caverns and shallow valleys, the porcelain cracks and blackening alleys and maybe i'm just scarred from the thousand times i've shattered, but i feel the need to tell you that you matter.your truth.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and i wish i could show you that you're so much more than light and darkness and spaces in between, all the times you've ached and all the pain you've seen.
and i wish i could show you that faith and love are what it means to be alive, but you just can't seem to open your eyes and now i'm praying someday you'll fall in time with someone who can change your mind.
darling, please, don't let life be an array of color you refuse to see.
suppressThe human mind is a funny thing. It lets you repress things for an infinite amount of time, but eventually the event that you're trying to forget will come back and bite you in the ass.suppress5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I've successfully repressed nearly an entire year from my life but slowly, the memories are flowing back. The smallest things can set me off, and I'll remember the painful events I've been trying to forget for a year.
Today, it was a band-aid.
I was in my bathroom, looking for something in one of the drawers, when I spotted a little bandage, which brought back one of my worst memories.
It was the end of May, a few days before my middle school graduation and the day before my cousin Joy's wedding. This was back in the dark days, when the only time I was happy was when I was slashing a razor across my flesh and watching the blood stream down my arm.
I had an audition for The Producers that night, and only one night before had been one of my worst incidences of self-harm ever. My arms were
The Only Me You KnowYou look at my legs and see them slim and tanned and smooth.The Only Me You Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at my legs and see the cuts and bruises. I see the places I've pinched and punched and scratched them. I see the scars that will never truly heal.
You look at my arms and see my pretty bracelets, the long slim fingers.
I look at my arms and see the reminders of the promises I made. I see the fingers that have drawn blood. I see the invisible scars that will always stay with me.
You look at my face and see laughter, a smile in bright blue eyes, kindness on soft lips.
I look at my face and see the forced smile. I see the pain and heaviness in eyes that are more grey than blue. I see the suppressed tears.
You look at me and see a girl: happy, intelligent, with her whole life ahead of her.
I look at me and see a girl in pain, suffering but trying to hide it, wishing she was normal, wishing she was dead.
You look at me and think you know me. But you only know the 'me' that I want you to know. You only know the mask.
Want...What I want isn't importantWant...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to feel loved.
I want to be happy.
I want to be successful.
What I want won't change anything
I want to help people
I want to be accepting of everyone
I want to help others understand...
What I want is Impossible
I want to live carefree
I want to make a difference in a big way
I want to get rid of other people's pain
What I want is selfish
I want time to discover and explore
I want the luxury of being healthy
I want to be someone else.
100ThemesChallenge - RotFruit flies over a kitchen sink and reddish paint splashed across the tiles in a vicious X. Smashed china crunches beneath feet that don't dare move and somewhere something bigger than a mouse scurries for cover. Screams from squemish women - one faints and in a pointless act of chivalry a man swears in the direction of the noise.100ThemesChallenge - Rot5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glares at the man - the silence has been broken and along with it something far less tangible; an ambience of narcissistic respect for this person they had never spoken to. He hangs his head turns away looking ill. Another makes a move to pick up the disarrayed furniture and someone notices; steps forward to help him. Together to group tidy the flat in a trance, opening windows and letting fresh air wash away stale dust. They pry through the bedroom, setting a lamp back on the stand, flicking through photo albums but through unspoken agreement no one enters the kitchen, where a rotting stench still rules, and creatures rustle behind cabinets, as if whispering
MomentsI am five years old.Moments5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The boys in my class have just been teasing me about my last name. It is, unfortunately and a little ironically, Gaye. I'm at my desk crying while my first grade teacher talks to the boys in the hall. My best friend Garrett sits down next to me and tells me that I shouldn't cry because my name is spelled different than "the bad kind". I stop crying because I find that strangely comforting. But the heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach doesn't go away.
I am eight years old.
I'm reading a book from my favorite book series, the Alice series by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. The book series started out age appropriately enough but as the girls in the books have gotten older, so has the material. The talk of innocent handholding and who likes who have turned into full on discussion of sex. But even though I know I'm not supposed to be reading things like this I continue to devour each book. At the part I'm at Alice has just seen her best friend kissing another girl at the ma
The Girl In The AtticYou forget that you are enough.The Girl In The Attic5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Can You ImagineCan you imagine:Can You Imagine5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Being a little girl,
Watching all the other girls
Talk about the boys
And all you wanted to do,
Was play a game with the boys,
Not talk about how cute they were.
Can you imagine:
Not understanding why
The other kids said you were strange
Called you names,
Said you should just go
And be a boy,
'Cause you weren't any girl.
Can you imagine:
Sleeping over with a friend,
But once they left the next day,
You wondered why you felt empty inside,
Why you wish they'd just stay.
Can you imagine:
Just hitting puberty
And not having many friends.
You just didn't fit in,
With everybody else.
Sometimes, all you wanted to do,
Was hide in your room and cry.
Can you imagine:
Slowly coming to terms,
With "what" you might really be.
You don't like boys,
The church says that makes you a sinner,
And you're going to hell,
No matter what else you do.
Can you imagine:
Finally finding another girl,
Who can help you,
Understand you, love you,
The way you always wanted to.
Insanity Isn't CorrectPlease don't leave me in the darkInsanity Isn't Correct5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where the monsters scream and shout
Where voices say to end my life
Convince my it was never enough
Where I hear the moan of the dying
And the failing of the lying
Where days and nights merge to one
All because I don't deserve the sun
Unlock the door and these chains
Tell me it was a mistake, a shame
I'm not crazy, Just sick
Don't send me away
HELP ME PLEASE!
LucidityDangling on the edge of reason, he laughs. Humanity lies before him, and all he can do is snicker as each pitiful fool tries to make sense of a clearly irrational world.Lucidity6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He chooses his precarious perch atop the cliffs for no particular reason, as reason was never his closest friend; chance and caprice are much more charming lovers. He wonders why these fools behave with such unnecessary logic and anguish, since he is always so content without it. They exist in a constant gloom that he contradicts.
He is not the insane one here. Atop his brink, he laughs.
Forever GoingEnd to end, citywide, he limps.Forever Going5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Forever's RealityShe's been knownForever's Reality6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to make love
with the promise
of your smile.
And each night
her shaky hands
not quite strong enough
to keep up
this death clutch
to finally stop lusting
for your lies,
as she breathes
in those silver wisps
the day you
the word love
And she hopes
that if she lines her lips
she could finally
leave a stain
of dark blue
in place of
So don't lie
and say his lust
He has left nothing behind
My Name Is...My name is LoveMy Name Is...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because no one understands me
My name is Hate
Because love is hard to deal with sometimes
My name is Sorrow
Because I know how to find you when you're hidden
My name is Joy
Because I'm always here, even if you don't notice
My name is Compassion
Because I will do my best to never let anyone feel lost and alone
My name is Strength
Because I will never let someone loose the courage to stop living
My name is Courage
Because strength is the cheese to my Macaroni
My name is Never
Because I am unrecognizable
My name is Forever
Because thats how long memories last
My name is Lonely
Because I feel alone in crowded rooms
My name is Crowded
Because sometimes being alone with myself is to much
My name is Blessed
Because I cherish the moments spent when I smile
My name is Clueless
Because sometimes I forget what we are talking about
My name is Heartless
Because sometimes I forget to help you up when you fall
My name is Freedom
Because my heart will never be caged
My name is Differen
ForgotClose my eyes and think of you.Forgot5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how you do what you do.
Calm me down, you're not even here.
You can bring me to my knees without fear.
Crying, but it feels good tonight.
It just reminds me that soon I'll be alright.
So come get me, come here today.
That's the only thing I have left to say.
Take me away from the ones that hurt me.
And let's just show the world what we could be.
I don't know where this is coming from.
But I think my body's slowly going numb.
It's not okay, for once I won't lie.
Suicidal thoughts, they should go die.
I'm here alone, but I close my eyes and you're there.
I love you so much, and I don't care.
Don't care what they say or what they think.
The less we talk the lower I sink.
I could talk to you all day, it never gets old.
This is just a story that's already been told.
Yes, I'm rambling like I do a lot.
But there was a point to this, I just...forgot.
our storydid you know that that there's no point in keeping a secret? silence means nothing...our story5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'cause if you don't tell a story, it tells itself...
i don't remember when you first told me when you liked me but i remember the box of chocolates and the first trip to the movies that told me before you did; all the little things, all those kisses on the cheek and the flowers every so often.
i love you meant that extra little something when I realised just how much you, a barely-graduated first year lawyer, spent (wasted, because i'd be happy with anything) on that sapphire/white gold engagement ring.
our marriage? it was told in dinners.
it feels like such a long time since those weeks - months - when we'd stand in the kitchen for hours every afternoon, trying to make everything in that fancy recipe book that i jokingly bought you a couple of years into uni as a subtle hint of what you should have been expecting for our relationship.
it has been a long time
A testament to finding love.It was an easy start, but it was a race that was yet to be run in its entirety, each time he catches the wind, the world pulls him back. Living like a broken kite stuck on moulding string he drags himself into the air as the wind rises. Pulling the hands that held him tenderly he folds dreams around him in the tattered rags of ten year old clothes.A testament to finding love.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Was it so quiet?
The first night that I met you
Was it this cold then?
Sleepily reaching to beckon the clashing of feet, the crushing of lips, the entrancement of hands and the pulse of eyes that hold onto endangered landscapes of flesh. The last of his dreams of love holds itself stubbornly in its innocence as it breaks the ribs around it and shoves waves of sorrow crashing into his mind. The last of his hopes is being ground from the pearl it was into the dust, the smoothness becoming roughness; tenderness becoming impetuousness, courtesy gets thrown away in rage and pain.
Were my screams this loud?
Before I found the voice inside
For You.Dedicated to the one who still sings the song in my heart.For You.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate the way the sound of your voice still echoes in my thoughts, my mind pleading to recall the gentle tone.
I hate the way you promised me so much, gave me true happiness, but in the end abandoned me like all the rest.
I hate the way I still think longingly of your gentle eyes, desperate to gaze into them once again, to hold you in my arms.
I hate the way I adore your smile, still etched into my memories, desperate, fleeting thoughts of you, turning me into a ghost of my former self.
I hate the way I long to touch your hair, and feel it's delicate softness upon my fingertips as I lovingly hold you close.
I hate how you're so damned beautiful to me, how you've destroyed the memory of what love was for me, yet made me feel so strongly for you at the same time.
I hate how I can't forget you, how the thought of your embrace is nothing but a painful daydream, something I can never reach.
I hate how I'm not good enough for
LonelinessLoneliness7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its so sad how loneliness just follows you
A companion who will support you in anything you do
A friend who is with you til the end
Finally someone who won't disappear out of sight around the bend
Loneliness can be counted on
To be there when all else is gone
Loneliness steals from the soul and heart
A companion who will never depart
For better and for worse
Both blessing and curse
Loneliness is a shadow
Dependable and always there
Loneliness completes the perfect pair
All I need to LiveI love as I hate.All I need to Live7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I live as I die.
I smile as I cry.
And I sleep as I wake.
I live for each moment,
And die for each day.
I stand by my honor
And lay by my fate.
There is no Once Upon a Time,
And no Happily Ever After,
Unless of course we will it so,
In which destiny is ours.
All I need is a few smiling faces,
With the agonies of life set in.
And that, in all simplicity,
Is all I need to live.
So, if that makes me a beast,
Than I am a very proud beast.
I am the proudest of my race,
With all I need to live.
Thousand Shards of MadnessThere is no running nowThousand Shards of Madness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a world that is full of mirrors
In a room where she is never alone, staring at versions of herself that reflect nothing but insecurities. Reflections of the promise of something shiny and new. How quaint, a thousand versions of the same beautiful lie.
A promise of something better, whispered in her ear, but only if she knows how to break free.
But wouldn't break refer to the same old routine of things done lives past? She could break all the mirrors. Breaking them would force the lie to escape, it would allow it to roam free - whispers floating in her ears. Taunting, teasing, promising that the grass is most definitely greener on the other side.
All it would take is a few simple seconds, in which time stands still, and the world which was once so full of mirrors, shatters irrevocably.
The scattered glass laying for lonely on the floor.
It looks like madness...
A thousand shards of madness.