mad worldyou know what hurts?
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
Something Loved Something LostYou told me once, that you were never sure if you really loved something until you lost it.Something Loved Something Lost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Did that include me?]
I don't think you really lost me, though--I lost you.
I lost the only person that made sense in my life, the only one who knew more about me than myself.
I lost my world.
And it wasn't until it completely stopped spinning that I noticed anything was different.
[You had me fooled, didn't you?]
Remember the way I laughed when you told me I was beautiful?
I laughed because I didn't believe you.
But I also laughed out of pure joy--I had never felt so alive in my life as I had in that one moment.
That's the kind of girl I am, you see.
I am a girl who can find a million beautiful things about everyone else, but nothing even remotely good about herself.
It's a disease really.
One that's out to kill me.
Because not everything about every person is beautiful.
You are living proof of that.
[So, why then my dear, do I still love you?]
Dear SelfDear Self,Dear Self4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've been this way for so long now that I think you might have forgotten some things.
I'm writing this so you don't have to forget, so you can remember and see how far you've come. So you can smile at yourself for being so silly.
I wonder, do you still have that smile?
The one that almost resembled a frown, but somehow just barely upturned the edges of your lips to qualify as something happy.
You had a habit of using it, but mostly just to assure everyone around you that everything was fine and dandy. So they wouldn't worry.
Do you remember your swing?
I don't know if you recall the way it creaked as it swayed
Like someone was there, making it move. When visibly it was empty.
You made it yours, and thought it gave you the ability to fly.
As your hands gripped the chains and your legs propelled you higher and higher, the ground became so far away that you'd spread your arms and laugh, as if you
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
The Dream That Never WasI will not be here long dear, but I have to knowThe Dream That Never Was3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are your eyes always such a melancholy green?
All faded and weathered, drained and worn
You say you have troubles,
My dear boy,
Do you know?
You are not alone
As the rain cascades down your window
And the thunder shakes your splintered floorboards
I sing you a soft lullaby
Timidly, I touch your hair
Day-old stubble lightly grazes my fingertips
And I watch you breathe
I hear you sigh
You whisper that I am beautiful
And I almost believe you
You tell me you're so tired,
So exhausted that you could close your melancholy eyes
And sleep, sleep forever
Because wakefulness seems a misuse of time
Of precious dreaming
My darling boy,
Do you not know?
You are a dream
The Porcelain PeopleI had a dream once, about a place where people were obsessed with perfection, and longed for beauty.The Porcelain People4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this place, anyone who looked normal was considered ugly.
They found me wandering about in their strange world, and I was brought before a council of sorts. There I saw people that were so beautiful and faultless that it left me breathless.
A very handsome man, I assumed to be their leader, told me that this was their perfect world, and that I was disrupting their splendor with my unattractiveness. They asked if I wanted to look like them and at first I craved to say "yes" because it was true, perfection was something I had always dreamed of. I had always desired to be beautiful.
Slowly, I turned a small circle, looking at each of the members of the council. They sat with supreme posture in fine chairs. Every one of them was shockingly beautifulit was almost frightening.
Each one had their flawlessly stunning eyes pointed at me, all of them lovely shades of vibrant b
Dear SerendipityYou are a word so closely fused with fate, destiny, chance, and sometimes loveDear Serendipity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most beautiful word I know
Is it possible not to fear an unknowable future?
Perhaps life is not about knowing, but rather about finding outdiscovering
Maybe it's hints of surprising, unforeseen, partly inevitable circumstances that test our limits of comfort
Tell me, is love properly defined as two lost people thrown together by chance?
Or could it be that they were always meant to find each other?
Did some divine, other-worldly force reach down and gently place these lives on the same path?
Or is it simply destiny that caused these two souls to meet?
What if I choose the wrong way?
Will I spend the rest of my days wondering and imagining what my life would have been?
Or will I move on, as if nothing ever slowed me down in the first place?
Too many questions, not enough answers
I believe there are things that can never be explained
Fate is a mysterious, frightening, yet exciting concept
We all desi
I'd Rather Lie StillThere are times when I don't want to wake up.I'd Rather Lie Still3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my only desire is to sink into my mattress, and allow my blankets to swallow me whole.
Because it's just so much easier to tell my restless heart to sleep.
Some Things Stay HiddenShe lost what she was looking for in the search to find herselfSome Things Stay Hidden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
InsanityI stepped into a poorly lit room. The only light in the darkness came from three small candles resting on an end table, their glow not reaching the dark and eerie corners of the room. The walls were covered with broken mirrors; and I watched as shattered reflections of myself followed my every movement. The dim lighting cast strange and frightening shadows over my face. It was then that I became increasingly aware of the pain in my feet.Insanity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked down at themthey were bare. And there was broken glass sprayed across the floor. I gently lifted one throbbing foot, shards of the mirror had cut into my skin and blood was oozing from the wounds. My eyes began to tear up and I choked back a scream. If there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was the sight of blood from my own veins.
In the far corner, I saw a chair. A lonely, wooden, termite-infested chair. Somehow, I had overlooked it and not seen it before now. As I walked closer, I heard a noise from behind me, and turned around to f
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
MothMy dear, I was never your butterfly,Moth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was simply a moth that wished she was beautiful...
You'll Remember MeYou’ll remember meYou'll Remember Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It might take a while for those three words to sink in, but I know that by the end of this you’re going to be remembering why you forgot me in the first place
I’m not blaming you for going away; I’d like to do the same
Sometimes I feel trapped in my own skin
Sometimes I just want to get in a car and drive, never stopping until I figure out where I’m meant to be
Speaking of where I’m meant to be, I thought I figured it out
And I guess I was mistaken when I thought it was with you
It’s just that when you held me that night, I could’ve sworn it felt like one of those cheesy love stories, you know the one’s that end with the girl and the guy so very much in love sharing a kiss under the stars?
I never believed in that crap
But something about the way your eyes shone in the moonlight made me almost want to
I think it was then that you told me you loved me, and for the first time in a long time I felt safe
I'll Never Know WhyI've waited so long for these words to come out rightI'll Never Know Why3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quietly wondering if you would even hear them in the end
I wanted to tell you that I think you're beautiful
But somehow beautiful seems like too small a word
How did I let myself
Fall in love with you?
If only I had known you were never going to catch me
Then maybe I wouldn't still be
The ApocalypseI had a dream that we stood hand in handThe Apocalypse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the world melt
And as the colors bled together
Blues, Greens, Whites
Dripping onto the stars
All I could think was
Heart without a Home I try to close my eyes, to give my mind a much-needed rest, but my shivering body keeps me wide awake. I hug my knees to my chest, struggling to stay warm beneath the bridge that has become my recent shelter. Now I know what it is like to truly be cold. So many times I had taken fluffy blankets, fuzzy slippers, and the heat of my furnace for granted. I understand what it means to have no warmth, no bed, and no home to make me feel safe.Heart without a Home3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nights are always the worst. Besides the cold, darkness is my constant friend. It is an empty darkness, because I know I share it with no one. Each time I hear the low hum of tires approaching, and the sudden glow of the headlights coming closer; I hold on to a useless hope that someone will finally notice me and stop to give me a hand. But each pair of headlights that goes by leaves me alone in darkness again. It is as if I am now invisible, and do not exist
and down we goyou feel like a freefalland down we go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lunge off of a cliff
into an open abyss
where my heart stops beating
and my lungs stop breathing
and all that's left is
the sky, your eyes
and the fall
About A GirlI want to tell you about a girl who hates herself--and I want you to listen:About A Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to run
Faster, further, harder
Until she can hear her own heartbeats
Pounding in her chest--until she can barely breathe
Just to feel alive
She likes to write
To spill her ink-blotted words
From her veins
Only to crumple up and throw away
Everything her imagination creates
Because she doesn't think it's pretty enough
She likes to sing
To hear her voice echo
And bounce off empty walls
Hoping, wishing that someone will join her in a duet of sorrow
She likes to paint
The colors bleeding down the canvas
Makes her smile
The beauty is more lovely
Than anything she will ever have
She likes to pretend
To get caught in her fantasies
And escape from her nightmarish reality
But she always wakes up
To a world she hates
A life she abhors
Because she isn't who she wants to be
Anywhere but in her dreams
Cryif i could hear tears fallCry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know hers would be the loudest
you can almost hear her heart breaking.
what i'm accustomed toi am not used to being literal when i speak.what i'm accustomed to2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have spoken in riddles since the day my sounds made sense.
often i lied
because i was never clear
and that is what i hid behind for eons
at a time.
i have spoken about past lives,
and meeting my soulmates
because they kept changing
so many goddamned times
way before i was born in this realm.
[as if all of it was actually true]
i am not used to love being ordinary.
blame the ones before you
it had always been forever with them
it had always been eternity,
and though it gave security
it was pressure on my dignity.
they didn't understand that i needed to live
before settling for something lesser,
because deep down even they knew
i was way too good for them
and that made them hate me
[with sweet lies through their teeth]
i am not used to making love being just that.
with me, it was never just me and you
it was always time stopping forever
and then finding that a paradox
and saying it was all an act of the angels.
The GuillotineDown on the hill a guillotine stood,The Guillotine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And on it a man with a thick black hood,
"Woe are the ones who stand on this spot,
And vile are the ones," said he, "Who do not."
The first to go was an innocent man,
Or so I thought as a peasant can,
Down the blade came with efficient speed,
And so the shined metal began it's feed.
The second to die I did not know,
I just knew it was I who did not go,
The wood became dark and black to the sight,
And none spoke a word of loss that night.
Third was a woman with short, severed hair,
And in shock we pretended we did not care,
Down came the blade and none spoke a word,
Not a sob, or protest, or thought was heard.
The fourth, I admit with a bought of despair,
Was a child with a mood and eyes so fair,
I said not a word, but it broke my soul,
And the rest of that night was foreboding and cold.
It took the lives of women and men,
The desperate, old, and those under ten,
And so stood one, the finalist, me,
The silent, the innocent, and the dead to be.
Remember ... breatheBreatheRemember ... breathe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember to breathe
Step by step you inch closer to me
The blood rushes through my veins like lava burning through my skin
Something has to break, the tensions are too high, I feel it building in my chest
Remember . Breathe
How the oxygen rips through me sending me light headed, I want to be with you, to be near you, to feel you on my skin, know that you'll be there, I want you to take my breath away so that I need to
Remember to breathe
A Vicious CourseFrightening.A Vicious Course2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into my abyss,
I am lured.
Bellow at the struggle,
Of my screams that are unheard.
Who kept a precious candlelight aglow,
You spoke gently then departed,
Leaving what I had unguarded,
Now darkness clutches greedily at the shards,
And engulfs what you started.
PediophobiaImagine a road, a long, narrow road.Pediophobia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gnarly broken branches line the way, but there are no trees.
[Have you formed a picture in your mind?]
Now extinguish the sun, and illuminate your path with a car's headlights.
You are driving the car down this deserted road in the dark.
[Zoom out for a moment to see the bigger picture.]
Your car, on a narrow road, with the edges of a cliff on either side, no railings, no bars.
[Is an uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach?]
You keep driving, slowly, carefully--one false move could send you falling,
Falling into the black.
[Better not close your eyes]
Up ahead you see a great pile of wood directly strewn out across your constricted path.
You slow to a complete stop several feet away.
Hesitantly, you step out of the car and begin walking towards it.
Your shadow stretches in front of you. There is no sound, just the rapid beating of your heart in your chest.
As you near the mass, you make out shapes of detached arms, legs, heads, and torsos, b
My Rose Smells Like DeathHe bought me a roseMy Rose Smells Like Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All red and bloody-thorned
Said "it's for my rose"
kissed me, and left me behind.
And i watched it die.
We are all just like roses,
cut from the source of life-
We may blossom, but still die.
I let it dry out till-
the petals grew brittle
and the stem blackened, dead.
Still a shadow of it's former self.
It no longer smells of beauty.
It smells of that peircing
sweet rotting that deceives.
It is not life,
it is not living.
It is simply death.