Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
Handle With CareHe's the boy who would always ask, "Why me?"Handle With Care4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's the girl that would always answer, "Because you're broken and it makes you beautiful."
He was her work in progress and she never wanted it any other way.
Shes The Girl Nobody Noticesi.Shes The Girl Nobody Notices5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was the girl with the burnt orange skin and blonde highlights. Her skin emitted UV rays from too many trips to the tanning bed and she changed her hair color more often than the calendar changed months. She only wanted to fit in but it just made her stand out even more.
She was the girl who would always use cherry lip-balm because she knew it was his favorite flavor. Her kisses made his knees weak and her will power too so one kiss would turn to two, three, and four. Then a week later she was pregnant and everyone was calling her a whore.
She was the girl with wings made of scotch-tape and printer paper. She tried to fly when she was 7 but she ended up just falling off the roof and breaking her collarbone and right arm. Her wings were torn to shreds and so were her hopes of becoming somebody's angel. She swears she will find better material and a more suitable launching pad and one day she will flutter instead of crash into the floor.
She was the girl who had always
Bear With MeShe says there's more to her in this world but she's proven wrong as i let each day unfold.Bear With Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It feels like romance on a rocket ship, out in space from chest pains to the thoughts lining my brain membranes. I feel so lightheaded with a slight chance of dizzy when she looks into my eyes and the forecast calls for a 30% chance of butterflies when her lips catch mine. I try and speak what's on my mind but my throat becomes clogged with line after line until I find myself dialing 911; the words are just too thick and act like a dam clogging my esophagus. My right lung tells me that pretty soon it's going to apply for retirement but I tell it to just bear with me a little longer and as soon as I'm sure this is real, my heart will kick in for assistance. Until then, I'll keep seeing the doctor weekly and taking my prescribed medicine of being by her side 3-5 times a week and writing out my feelings when my throat runs to dry to speak them. Maybe she will be the life i was looking for or maybe
Just Hear Me Out? Click.i.Just Hear Me Out? Click.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I met you, I was a 100 piece puzzle still in its plastic covering. Now I'm down to 84 pieces and 2 corners are missing and I'm scared the next girl will give me one look and decide I'm not worth it.
You took out a 6 month warranty on me and I should have taken that as a hint but i never was good at the game Clue or reading bet thelines ween. You traded me in with 6 days left on your investment but they wouldn't give you a full refund because they realized I was no longer in mint condition. Truth is, I never was. You just have a knack for making my faults stick out more than my emaciated ribcage.
Tomorrow I think I might go and take out a life insurance policy on myself just to see how much I'm worth these days. I have a feeling it will be somewhere in between a couple Alexander Hamilton's and a handful of Benjamin Franklin's, but I always liked Einstein more than Franklin anyways. Franklin gave you the ability to see my imperfections more clearly and Einstein gave yo
Short StoriesAll I ever wanted was for one of my stories to come true, but you're not here anymore are you?Short Stories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's been almost a year since you left me standing in the airport terminal with nothing more than a goodbye. If I would have known your flight would crash halfway across the ocean, I would have gone with you. We could have been castaways together. The worst part is I never even got to say, "I love you." And that's my biggest regret; a regret that now swims the ocean endlessly in search of you.
I still remember our senior prom and I wish I could tell you it was the best night of my life. You were the first girl I didn't have to try and impress because for some reason you already saw me as something special. You would always tell me, "It's not your good qualities that drew me to, it's all of your flaws." I had learned to love each and every one of my imperfections and so had she. She even thought they made me beautiful. If only she knew how beautiful she is
Ink Stains.Ink Stains.Ink Stains.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ink stained your hands, coated your fingers. As you wrote you smiled, and I watched you peacefully. Sunlight filtered in through the window behind you, coming down through the leafy branches of a large tree that stood watch outside. It sparkled and gleamed in your hair, so beautiful. Were you warm, were you as comfortable as I was?
When you looked up at me your eyes were oh so pretty. Green and silver; I will not forget them. And you smiled. You had a lovely smile. Some times, it made me want to cry. But you looked happy then. Were you happy?
I just watched as you wrote that letter. A long letter to say that you were leaving, and maybe you wouldn't come back. Not this time. Not for a long time. You tried not to cry, and I had to look away when the tears began. I couldn't see you like that. You were so small, so thin. It really would have been too much I guess I should have known then. I wish I had seen it But you were okay then, you smiled and laughed. You sa
5 Pieces of Mei.5 Pieces of Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember when you told me to pick a color, any color, and I chose red because it's the color of your cheeks when you blush and the name of my favorite band and means stop because every time I'm around you, I swear my heart threatens to cease beating.
It's hard for me to breathe and mutter the right words when I'm with you and sometimes I grow dizzy and become afraid of falling flat on my face because my legs like to get as tangled as my voice box does sometimes.
I feel like I write the same damn things over and over again but I swear I can't help it because my mind is just so cluttered with images of you and snapshots of the few times you claimed you loved me. You're still out there somewhere but I'm not sure where and I wish I didn't even care anymore.
I wake up 5 out of 7 days a week in pain from my liver because I've learned to survive off of a case of beer and no less than 6 shots of tequila in attempts to cover up reality and quell the burning of the remaining at
Aim HighI'm shooting for the moon so maybe I'll hit a star.Aim High4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I may not get close but maybe I won't be too far.
Hope's not always clear but I trust it's within view,
strap on my runners, jump the gates right on cue.
I may not be the fastest but I know I'll outwit,
so stop wasting your breath, give up and quit.
He's The Boy 2.0i.He's The Boy 2.04 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was the boy who wore his heart on his sleeve because he never could figure out how to untie the strings holding it to his bicep. He was always afraid that if the inch-thick nylon strings were to ever come undone that his lacerated heart would stop beating because he just wasn't sure if it could survive if left on its own accord.
He was the boy who only spit forth oxygen from one lung because the left one had ceased working and filed for oxygen bankruptcy years ago. It just couldn't handle the pack-a-week cigarette habit and wasting breath on words that nobody ever listened to.
He was the boy who had learned to suppress the part of his brain that enabled motor skills so maybe it would elevate the section of his brain that controlled the ability to think and reason and produce the words he flitted onto paper with relative ease. He likes to think he was successful because his own two feet would get tangled up as often as he would become tangled in the words scratching throu
Paperback MemoriesFlipping through the pages of a story once lived, dust flicks off into the air congesting my nasal cavity. I notice page 12 is dog-eared and there's a little note on the spine of the page that reads: "One day you will learn to shove aside your fears and insecurities and instead cling to your dreams and love your imperfections because they make you who are. If you can't even love yourself, how can one expect to find love elsewhere?" I try and think back on when I lost myself in the chase for something I'll never be able to catch. Perfection is unattainable but acceptance seems to be right around the corner; now I just need to find which one.Paperback Memories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
New Girl In TownWhen she first saw him, he was leaning against the front door of his apartment, blowing smoke rings from his freshly lit Camel filter. She never really cared for smokers but there was something about him that drew her in. She walked towards him with her hands in her coat pockets and a half-smile displayed across her glowing face. Her hair was a dark blonde that was thrown over her shoulders with no real attempt of styling it at all. When he finally looked up from his burning stress-reliever, it was her blue-green eyes that caught his attention first. He coughed very quietly and then sputtered a few inaudible words before he regained his composure and introduced himself to this girl who, in his mind, seemed like the perfect stranger.New Girl In Town4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey there, I'm Aidan," he politely told her.
"My name's Leigh. Nice to meet you," she answered back while reaching for his hand.
"I haven't seen you around before. Are you new in town?" His gaze shifted back and forth, from her eyes that had completely eng
She's The Girl 2.0i.She's The Girl 2.04 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was the girl who ran in circles because geometry had taken hold of her mind ever since she had missed the parallel lines in the middle of the road and crashed into an oncoming car. It's been 3 years since the accident and you can still see the scars on her side from where they had to remove the splintered fragments of her ribs and a piece of her ruptured spleen. They say she's lucky to be alive but she'll just tell you she's lucky to have passed geometry.
She was the girl who would listen to the same song on repeat for hours because she didn't like change and found comfort in the fact that she knew what was coming next. One day her iPod died and she felt more lost than ever, even more than the time she wandered through her neighborhood in the dark for hours. It got to the point where she sat huddled on a street corner until light broke the horizon and some old man walking his dog startled her as he raced by. The only thing she remembers is his wry smile and slight flick of h
A Simple TruthI am lost without my words.A Simple Truth4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's Not About You, I Sweari.It's Not About You, I Swear4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My insides are twisting and threatening to spill out my sides and if I didn't know any better you have a faint smile spread across your lie-stricken lips as if you get enjoyment out of my suffering. Truth is, you probably do and maybe that's why you're so good at the game you played.
My eyes are still glazed over and I'm not sure I remember when I first went blind but I know it's been quite a while. I could never bring myself to stop chasing after you even though it always ended up with me lying flat on the floor and you crossing the street without even looking back at me. The noise of birds chirping being emitted from the crosswalks enable me to drag myself from block to block but I'm secretly praying one of these days a car will hit the brakes just a bit too late and send me into a coma. It couldn't possibly be worse than what I already feel and I've always wondered if I could find another life in a hospital bed.
All the signs were there telling me to never get
Heart MurmursThe air outside is negative 2 degrees right now and the snow isn't letting up anytime soon. I swear the spot I used to save for you in my bed is even colder because you're not there to hold my hand anymore. In fact, I haven't seen you in weeks and I'm beginning to lose hope I'll ever see you again. Even the dreams have started to fade off a little bit, just like the outer linings of my lungs because I seem to grow fonder of smoking the more time goes by that I'm only left with a memory of you instead of actually being with you.Heart Murmurs4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cigarettes have become my only source of warmth these days and alcohol my drink of choice because I would rather destroy my other internal organs first before my heart decides to win the race and wilt away first. My cause of death has started to take applications and I've never seen a job more desired besides the time I applied to love you with all I have. But that was back when I actually had something; now all I have is the empty bags of food littered o
Lucid DreamerI thought I saw you last night, but then I woke up.Lucid Dreamer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't Believe EverythingToday's the day we set away searching the sky for the memories we lost long ago. Once I was told the stars would lead me to you, but all the stars I find burn out before I even catch a glimpse. As I look to the sky today, I see the clouds engulfing the brightest star of all. I'm starting to think everything I've ever believed is just one big lie.Don't Believe Everything4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He + She Equals ?He's the boy with off-beat jokes that you can't help but laugh at and a smile that sometimes shines even brighter than the stars above.He + She Equals ?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's the girl that grabs his hand first and pulls him closer because she just can't stand to be even a foot apart. Sometimes she thinks she's clingy but every time she brings it up, he gently whispers to her, "If I don't have you, then what do i really have?"
If you've ever heard the saying they're perfect for each other then maybe you'll understand. But even if they weren't meant to be, it sure does look like it.
DavidDavidDavid4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is only one photo of him
and in it he ages slowly
while his memories - and memories of him
fade to nothing.
His smile, gone these forty years
returns when his eyes or fingers
trace lines of poetry.
His speech softly stammers
and classrooms quiet to accommodate
his frequent pauses.
Tragedies project onto his eyelids;
the soft hum of his voice disguises
the scar he bears.
When he heard the news the second time
he threw himself across the pyre
though he didn't know
whether it was to be consumed by fire
or to extinguish it.
He planted flowers in the ashes,
a tribute to the woman he once loved
and the daughter he didn't father.
He doesn't talk about those times
or of hearts destroyed,
and he still won't use
a gas stove
even to bake chocolate chip cookies
for rowdy grand-kids
who bounce on his furniture and hang
on his word.
And he manages.
He would have been the greatest
of the titans leading the revolution
before he became a minor character
in his own story.
He accepted mediocr
The Sand in My EyesYou might say we're different, but at this point I'd say we're worlds apart. Continents, planets, galaxies, all of that. But not physically, no physically we're without a choice. Earth is a big place but that doesn't make sharing it with you any easier.The Sand in My Eyes5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The way I see it, the best and worst parts of everyone are scattered somewhere the mind can't quite conjure up. Maybe the pieces are like sand on beaches. The better fragments of me were strewn on a very different paradise than wherever yours linger. The lesser parts of us that matched up the slightest bit mingle together on the same beach. All of these handfuls of sand appear the very same to the naked eye, but the aid of a microscope takes away the blur. The details will show, buck naked and embarrassed, but they need to. You and I never got scientific enough. The microscope came afterward in the form of hindsight.
It's much too easy to get drunk off of the pretty things people say. To get high from sweet nothings, gifts, a
We are DisturbedSights and sounds and thoughts and heartsWe are Disturbed5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have all begun to fall apart
It's like an explosion when we touch
Is it possible to be in love this much?
Let's burn to the ground, this city of pain
Let's make sure they know that we are insane
With a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my door
Who could really ask for more?
This world is starting to drive us mad
This game we play isn't half bad
Running with scissors at the speed of sound
If we bump our heads, we'll surely drown
The crazy in us has begun to stir
We are disturbed, we always were
With this 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my heart
I have been hopeless from the start.
Void and MeaninglessHe looked up into the sky and nothing was there; not even the stars shined anymore.Void and Meaningless4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
HopesHopesHopes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each hope is like a flower,
The ones that wither when they're touched.
Each hope is like a letter,
Crumpled when read too much.
Each hope is like a flying bird--
You cannot keep it down;
Each hope is like the Word of God,
Bombastic trumpet sounds.
Each hope is rare, and pure, and new,
Like a child in the womb;
Each hope is fair, and sure, and true
Like the words etched on a tomb.
I gave my hope, the last of mine,
I gave my hope to you
And that was wise, because in time,
You gave me your hope too.
And our hope is like a fortress,
Fortified and strong;
And our hope is tough and fearless--
And will go on
How much do you love?The day he came home with blood on his shoes, he'd been gone for almost a week. She looked at him with anxious eyes, his grim face and sad eyes and did not ask the question that trembled on her tongue. Instead she asked another question. "Are we moving?"How much do you love?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He almost broke then. Regret, self-pity, love, anger and despair warred for dominance, made a brief rictus of his beloved face. Then he nodded once, not trusting himself to speak.
"Okay, it won't take me long to pack."
He stared at her, noted the set of her shoulders and the look of resolve on her face as she shoved away from the table where she'd been sitting with a cup of tea. She approached him, bare feet slapping lightly on floor and for a moment, he thought that she would strike him ― it was after all what he deserved but instead, she launched herself into his arms.
He held her for a long time, grateful that he still could, that she understood.