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 Care3 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.
Aim HighI'm shooting for the moon so maybe I'll hit a star.Aim High3 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.
Short StoriesAll I ever wanted was for one of my stories to come true, but you're not here anymore are you?Short Stories3 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
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 Town3 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
It's Not About You, I Sweari.It's Not About You, I Swear3 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
Shes The Girl Nobody Noticesi.Shes The Girl Nobody Notices3 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
She's The Girl 2.0i.She's The Girl 2.03 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
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 Murmurs3 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
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 ?3 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.
5 Pieces of Mei.5 Pieces of Me3 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
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 Me3 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
Watch Yourself, Not MeWhen I'm done, your bones will be shattered,Watch Yourself, Not Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
struggling to get up, ego in ruins, all tattered.
Try and knock me back, go ahead and try,
just keep in mind that my game can fly high.
I've been through it all, shoving my way through,
I don't ride through on luck, I'm always due.
Better watch not just your back, your front too,
or there will be nothing left when I'm done with you.
Lucid DreamerI thought I saw you last night, but then I woke up.Lucid Dreamer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's Really Quite TragicThe stars were never aligned for me and you. TheyIt's Really Quite Tragic3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rarely are for a boy like me. I'm nothing more than
aqua-blue eyes and a heart of
graffiti to try and cover up all the lacerations and
every one of my thirty-seven stitches it took to hold
death from holding his grip on me prematurely. I
yearn to be whole again and maybe even live for once.
He's The Boy 3.0i.He's The Boy 3.03 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was the boy who never learned to think rationally. His brain ran on irrational numbers and colors that you could taste and smell. He lives by red but only because he has yet to make any sense of the color purple.
He was the boy who lived through his fears rather than despite them. Once he was afraid to fly like a small bird with damaged wings is but some girl nudged him in the right direction and he soared off the rooftop for a quick second until he crashed into the ground 10 feet below. He still has a scar on his right arm where they inserted 10 screws and a dose of reality. Maybe sometimes it's better to fear rather than try to achieve the impossible.
He was the boy whose feet would be forever landlocked because he couldn't stand the altitude and the chance of falling weightlessly, watching his body crash to the ground. He still wants to go skydiving someday just so he can see what it's like up there and have the blood rush to his head but until then the only high he w
Forecast Never Was That GreatThey say there's a seventy percent chance of rainForecast Never Was That Great3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the forecast for today but I refuse to believe
that we will be flooded and washed away
much like the dreams I had once upon a time.
I'm cold and the thermostat is broken
but nothing ever seems to work these days
anyways. Night's now staved off, bringing longer days
so I take advantage of it, letting the sun rain
down on me and serve as relief for my broken
heart. It's amazing what happens when you believe
in what you can't see. I used to pray all the time
but then I lost faith and watched it slip away
like the time I went numb as you pushed me away
as if I was cancer. It was the darkest of days
for me and there's never an hour or time
where thoughts of the past cease to rain
down on my fragile mind. The doctors believe
they can stitch me up but I'm sure I'll stay broken
and never be whole again. I'm the kind of broken
that you never see fixed. There must be a way
but I'm starting to lose hope and believe
my state is as permanent as t
He's The Boy 4.0i.He's The Boy 4.03 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's the boy with a slight hint of remorse under his crinkled smile because of the time he tossed a stone and knocked a bird dead. He now has a tattoo of a hummingbird on his left wrist to remind of the power of flight and how he cruelly took it away.
He's the boy with veins that are laced with indecision and it courses through him forcing him into a drunken stupor. One time he fell down a flight of stairs and was lucky to come out of it with only a slight skull-based fracture and bruising on his temporal lobe and even a brief moment of clarity. It fled him quicker than his last brush with sanity and now he's left crumpled on the floor gasping for any remnant of oxygen.
He's the boy who dwells on the future and chooses to forget the past, so he's left making the same mistakes over and over again like the time he tripped for a girl everyone warned him about. He never was one to absorb anyone's advice, especially his own. Now he's desperately searching for any signs of a hear
A Simple TruthI am lost without my words.A Simple Truth3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Just Hear Me Out? Click.i.Just Hear Me Out? Click.3 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
about a girlcolorblind,about a girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
though not the sort to confuse reds with greens, no.
myriads of greys smoke out a hushed world
& the newborn moon bleeds black
remember being so
the type to stiffen & yelp
at a single needle, at a single lie
o u t o f p l a c e .
though neither in blade nor jaw
that storm denatured me-
warped and rusted
growing out of this ill-fitting s k i n
to be comfortable, to be home, to be
Void and MeaninglessHe looked up into the sky and nothing was there; not even the stars shined anymore.Void and Meaningless3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 Memories3 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 Everything3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Wish I Wouldn't Have...I just wish I wouldn't haveI Wish I Wouldn't Have...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Made the mistake of falling for the one girl that wouldn't bother picking myself up off the floor. I'm still left on the cold tile with nothing but a spatula trying to scrape up my skin and bones and mold them back into something not totally repulsive to the eyes.
Decided to get behind the wheel of my car when my BAC was higher than the dollar value of a quarter and my depth perception was worse than that time I received a concussion severe enough to blur my vision and slur my words. The part that scares me the most is that I let you hop into the passenger's seat and I kept driving despite the fact I was on the wrong side of the road ½ of the time, in a ditch ¼ of the time, and daring God to teach me a lesson the other 1/4 of the time. I think the only reason I didn't flunk is because you were in the car with me and it would have been cruel and unusual punishment to take your life as well for my severely inebriated decision-making.