SayanoraDon't you dare shed another tear,
I don't want to hear another word from you, "dear".
Spare me from another one of your lies,
I'm seeing you from all new eyes.
You and me,
we weren't meant to be.
From the beginning,
all you did was hide behind your falsehoods,
I could never tell when a truth was told,
but my heart was yours to hold.
Life goes on,
But you're never winning me back,
when all you do is attack.
Don't accuse me of not caring,
don't accuse me of not being there,
and don't accuse me of breaking your heart.
I never set out to hurt you,
but it seemed like you did.
You changed me,
and I feel worse now
than I ever did.
And because of that,
I have to go.
I have a life to get back.
stay out of my life...
Learning To FallI finally fell in love and I don't think... you really don't get it do you?Learning To Fall4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I finally fell in love and I think... you might not have?
LettersWrite me letters.Letters4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tell me your story," a shy smile accompanies the words, as he leans towards me, hands wrapped around my perpetually cold ones. "Please." It's eighty degrees centigrade, and yet I'm wearing my favourite sweatshirt, the one with the white strings that he he can't seem to stop playing with. His fingers inch up towards the laces again, and I gently push my hands back towards him, sighing as I frustratedly tell him for the umpenteenth time to stop it. I close my eyes and let out a breath, muscles loosening [but immediately tensing again]. He can feel it too, and squeezes my wrists gently, forcing me to release my clenched fists. "Please," he implores. I shake my head slowly, musing.
I've fallen over my own feet for the billionth time, it seems, and he's cracking up at my clumsiness. I snap my teeth together in an effort to keep it together; to focus on the ground before me. He grabs my hand and smiles like it's the best day of his life, swingin
a recording (12:45 a.m.)a recording3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay. Let's hope this recorder works, right? I'd write a letter but my handwriting is like crap.
(Nervous coughing, tapping.)
Okay. So. This is for my future baby.
You know, when I was in the middle of my teens I used to wisha desperate, sobbing, emo girl wishthat I'd wake up on a white sheet bed and there'd be a doctor telling my mom that I wouldn't make it. I wanted that so badly, I just wanted to be gone, I was begging to be gone but I couldn't get the courage to do anything because I was a coward. Or maybe I was just smart enough to know not to. I'm still not sure.
Worse was the fact that my mom knew I was buying scar cream and she didn't say anything. I think I made it obvious on purpose, leaving out razors and stuff like that because I wanted her to care, internally. I wanted her to say something like, "Oh Moe! What're you doing to yourself? Of course I care!" Then there'd be some Disney-style tear
Please Say YesLet's be different, because the samePlease Say Yes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
might break my heart.
Let's paint tattoos onto each other's
palms with marker pens and kisses
make imprints that stay, not forgotten
long after the shower runs the ink
into water and the lines invisible.
Let's talk at sunrise, not sunset, and wake up
at 4am to catch those rays of light filtering onto
sweet dewy hill tops
when the world still feels
frozen in time.
Let's finish each other's sentences
on park benches and wooden fences
in fields and on swing sets
until our thoughts march in time.
Let's make cookies in student kitchens
and dance around counters
with more dough in our mouths
than in the oven and with tears
of laughter and those too hard
questions left unanswered,
Let's be different, because the same
might break my heart.
Day One: The Other Halfvi. MatterDay One: The Other Half4 years ago in Letters More Like This
You claim that you shouldn't exist. You explain to me that you're unreal, that you're made of the sandman's magic, with the electric heartbeats of our brains mixed in. You pull out an anatomy textbook and point out what you're missing; your heart and your lungs and all your hope, besides. When I ask you where they've disappeared to, you look to the horizon and whisper "I don't know". [You can't understand why you're still here].
You're here because you should be, because we need you.
I see you every day, you know. I'm scared to introduce myself because... I know you but I don't. I've poured my heart out at your feet and answered every.single.question honestly because, well, you seemed to care. (And that was kind of a new one). We talked for just long enough, just long enough to make me feel as if maybe there was a connection, as if maybe there was hope. [Just long enough to miss you now].
I think you forgot that I regre
Falling StarI used to turn my back to the sunFalling Star6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
not face the light of day
I used to soon go back to the moon
to later run away
I used to turn my back to the sun
and wait by the meadow
And I would watch the light going by
until I would see your shadow
Well I'm a falling star, burning up when finally shining
Because we've come too far...
I used to drink the water I'm now drowning in
I used to think my life was finally flowering
But the boat missed the shore, it's out of sight and out for more
I'm out of time, the sun has set, my only guide is a single star
But it's a falling star, burning up when finally shining
Because we've come too far, in wrong places and the wrong timing
Because we go too far...
Where is the tower?
How to find the route?
Best FriendHow can something so sweetBest Friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hurt me so much?
By being your best friend
am I restricted as such?
all for one muse
who over my heart lords.
Since I'm your best friend
I'll take a back seat,
just know it hurts me to hear
about the wrong guys you meet.
A Girl CanIt's really quite extraordinaryA Girl Can5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's so unreal and bizzare
How a girl can tear our world apart
How a girl can mend any wound
A girl can make you feel on top of the world
A girl can make you feel so invincible
A girl can fill any void in your heart
A girl can do the smallest things to make you smile
A girl could smile at you
And your world will fall apart as you smile back
A girl could strike you with awe
With a simple "hello"
A girl can make you feel like you're living at the bottom of hell
A girl can make you feel the greatest pain
A girl can leave you guilt stricken and left to die
A girl can do the smallest things to make you frown
A girl could shrug you off
And your world would crumble to ruin as you stand under it
A girl could make you feel so empty and helpless
With a simple "good bye"
It's truly unnatural and wrong
So fascinating and beautiful
How a girl can make you fall for them
How a girl can make you insane
A girl can build you up and tear you down
A girl could break your he
Whole Heartedly YoursEach day I can't talk to you,Whole Heartedly Yours6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am in excruciating pain.
When I don't see you smile,
it feels like the day that I'm trudging on for miles.
My heart beats for you,
my heart breaks for you.
I lust for your touch,
I yearn for your voice.
I need your kiss,
I want your love.
I'm a sick woman
for loving you
like I do.
There is no cure for the hollow ache
in my heart
when I go another night with out you
in my arms.
I want to wish my life away
until I am able to see you.
I want to give my past away
I'm all yours.
DisconsolateA forgoneDisconsolate5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what we might
what now holds
you and I
I am vexed,
and through this
I simply cannot
hear my own
May 6th, 2010
One more time...Just when I no longer loved him,One more time...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I was completely fine,
I awoke in tears, whispered
"He will never be mine."
We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:We Are All Going3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.
And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.
Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.
Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.
You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.
When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was righ
LT - July BloomsCAUTION Like most of my more drabbly prose, this was written after midnight and is completely unbeta-ed. Dont say you werent warned.LT - July Blooms7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The park? Why would we want to show Sportacus and Stephanie a boring bunch of green stuff?
Youre only saying that because you want to drag them all around your fathers stupid bank.
Its not stupid! And its MY bank, anyway.
Stephanie looked from one combatant to the other, a frown slightly crinkling her forehead.
I thought you said you were all friends, she murmured to Pixel.
The boy responded with a warm, reassuring smile, and Stephanie felt herself ease up a little. Aw, Stingy and Trixie bicker all the time. I think its their way of showing that they like each other.
Why on earth would you fight with someone that you like? She pondered.
Pixel shrugged, before turning to the two of them with a hint of mischief in his expressio
Remember Him?Remember his eyes?Remember Him?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember his smile?
Remember how he'd laugh at the world when he's down?
Remember his jokes?
Remember his heart?
Remember how he'd hold me whenever I cried?
I wish I could say that I lost him
That he left me and the rest of the world
That I'm nothing but the victim of a tragedy
But I can't without lying
He was something special
But I let him go
He was average when it came to his body
While his eyes always shined brightly
He lacked in muscles and movie star looks
I was stupid and young
I didn't posses the talent to look beneath
I wish I did
Because while his children grow
And his wife brags about her perfect husband
I sit at the sidelines, thinking
thief of minei'm the queen of thieves;thief of mine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and even so, you've stolen my heart.
LT - Crushing acknowledgmentI suppose, at first, it was simply a case of bare lust. The men in this town are reknowned for their dumpiness, bland ployester-centric dress sense and excruciatingly suburban auras. I could so easily wax lyrical about bronzed Nordic demigods with scrumptious broad shoulders and quirky smiles, because that is exactly what flipped my way. I knew right from the offset that I wasnt in with a chance: not only was he out of my league in the courtship pecking order, but he gave the very definite impression of being into skirts. The first few points of resentment were very quickly chalked up. (I suppose its quite sad, really, that my starved libido would jump up at the first glimpse of a desirable mate. Ive since been wrestling with the damned thing, trying to beat it back down to its earlier torpor.)LT - Crushing acknowledgment7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
So, he was just another braindead, lamentably yummy jock. Perhaps he was a somewhat unusual specimen of the breed his posse consisting of grubby, bouncy rugrats was certa
HeartbreakHeartbreak.Heartbreak6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heard it a million times,
Thought I understood.
Thought I felt it.
Know I felt it.
But it's different.
Everytime, it's different.
A wound re-opened.
Shouldn't I be dead by now?
But I'm not.
I wish I were.
Death would be a welcome change.
A change to this void.
An empty hole.
Nothing to fill it.
Hands, clinging to anything in reach.
Pour it all in.
Fill the hole.
Anything to fill the hole.
Make me feel like one piece again.
Arms clung tightly around myself.
Not a guesture of comfort.
Trying to hold together the pieces.
All I have left are my pieces.
And they aren't my pieces.
They were yours.
And they still are.
Give them back!
Give my pieces back to me.
I don't want to feel this way.
Only empty, sunless days.
Holding myself together.
Shadows and dust.
What is a lie and what is truth?
I don't know.
I don't know anything.