a love story you don't want.january: she wasnt ready to be serious with him so she left at exactly twelve oh one on new years day with a few words. he kept saying that this was going to be their year and she just said: piss off.
february: the words still stuck in his head even as he pretended to forgive her and took her back. he feared another painful goodbye.
march: she was never good with saying what she truely meant and he never looked deep into words so when she said "i don't love you." he took it as "i don't love you." and not as "i don't know how to love anyone." which was what she wanted to say.
april: the snow had melted away and they were hanging on by last strings. every day was a question of whether today would be the last.
may: she fell apart when her hamster died and he was there through the whole thing.
june: the death of her hamster silenced her but she visited with him more. she never wanted to be alone.
july: as they watched fire works together on fourth of july, he kept looking over at her wonde
coeur.you see, people are all the same. bones and hearts and brains and yet they're all different.coeur.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i thought i was lucky to meet him. i thought hell, he's the one. but what did i know? nothing. maybe i was wishing for a fairy tale ending, and a whole fairy tale begining to go along with it. that's what i felt like. all the princesses and all the other fairy tale girls always have those shitty lifes, and i could of told each and every one of them 'i feel ya, sis.' and they would just go along talking to their animals or riding in their pumpkins. some people believe in fate. i did. after i met him and i was walking with him late nights into early mornings, going where ever we would go i would think to myself "hell, i sure am lucky. i was in the right place right time."
it didn't take me long to realize how untrue that was. yes, i was in the right place right time. to do what you might ask? to get hurt. i was just another of his false fairytales. he was good at breaking hearts
for lack of a simile --every saturday,for lack of a simile --6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i scribble away at words
that have prettyyellowcolours, but mean nothing.
because if i told you what was true about the both of us, it would be:
we had something special,
but now it's gone.
because i don't have any clever similes about
magic and love and how fire falls into ash.
there's just me, and the page, and the stories
i tell you about how we are fire, we are the ocean
and we are the shore.
i want to be a real poet.i want you to know thati want to be a real poet.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sound like the color yellow.
like sleeping hands or a
violin solo in a symphony
or cold bed sheets in the summer.
i want you to know that
i would remain for eternity if
it meant you would be there,
by my side. i could be your lover -
today, and every day.
i want you to know that
my every molecule screams out
to you. my spine is fractured and
my lungs are collapsing under the
pressure and i'm not sure
how much longer i can take this
but i guess a few more hours
No Pictures Left to HangShe was three hundred school lunches, and one thousand, ninety-nine days of mooching off of her friends' snack packs, and four hundred more spent shushing her screaming intestines.No Pictures Left to Hang6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was one sick day of flu carried over from the weekend. She was two bottles of cough medicine and toomanyadvilstocount. She was her mother's free time spent mopping up puddles of fresh puke.
She was sick.
She was sixteen birthdays, fifteen Christmases, and one hundred ninety-eight presents all specially chosen for the smile on her face that was never there.
She was ten months of pregnancy and two months of getting there. She was twelve pills of Viagra swallowed with tap water. She was a trip to the baby section of Target and her parents' obvious beams at the checkout. She was a horde of pink things, now neatly folded and put away in the attic.
She was never what anyone expected, including herself.
She was a second glance in the mirror.
She is four closebutnotcloseenough friends, two supportive parents, an
cutting.my body was the canvas for what my heart had to say.cutting.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
let go, little bird--hope is the tired little bird at the bottom of your heart, the one whose tiny wings are broken and bleeding, the one that won't stop flapping uselessly at the sky, like it's going to take off, take off dammit, even when it's fading by the second and dying in a heap of feathers, and it breaks your heart to see the optimistic flame still sparkling in such innocent eyes.let go, little bird--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm writing this to tell you that i don't know what i need. i'm writing this because i can't pull any fancy metaphors from the back of my throat to save my pride this time. i'm writing this to see the look on your face when you wake up and wonder why i keep running away.
hope is the thing with feathers, my broken baby bird. hope is the trust in those newborn eyes that makes you burst out sobbing although you never know why. it's the razor-sharp edge between happiness and pain, the line you try to fly on crippled wings, my little bird, just to save someone stronger from having to walk it for themselves.
you lied the night you kissed me.there is a thick exhaustion in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my shouldersyou lied the night you kissed me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till they hang and to my knees until they buckle. and I will sleep for days on end,
and when I wake up I didn't really.
I hate you dear, I hate you so.
because there is so much to do, I could travel to the other side of the country and
paint a portrait of a stranger and I could sit on top of someone's roof and look at the
stars with a boy I don't want to know and I could fall asleep in his bed and listen to
him playing guitar without clothes and he'd take me out for diner and anywhere I'd
want to go and we'd have sex in his car and on the trampoline in my back yard and
we'd eat at my grandparents with Christmas and it would never be enough because
he's everything you weren't.
I think I lost myself, I think I fell out that time you ran away holding onto me and my
skin tore. I looked for her in that empty hole in your chest cavity, but all I found was
lost so long ago, and you wouldn't show me where it went b
confessions of a misguided poetcertain things in my mindconfessions of a misguided poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would be better left unsaid,
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
today; just life,
the truth, and everything
that I never want to tell
dear diary, i fell again todayi want to be beautiful by math's standaddear diary, i fell again today4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because math is what makes the world go
'round and, my god, how i want to be the
reason your world keeps turning, even though
words are far more important than math, and i'm
really no good at either.
go ahead, call me yours like
nothing is what it seemsi couldn't remember your name and inothing is what it seems4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i panicked because maybe i'm not ready
to let this go you are a symbol to the
it's not you, it's me you had said but
i knew you mumbled under your breath
'actually, it is you. it has always been you.
you caused all of this to go to hell.
you are good at that.'
i feared (losing) you
sometimes i laugh out loud at the
absurd fact that you know nothing
about my life and i know nothing of
yours and yet i care, just because
i left you on the side of the road when i
moved on with my life in this metaphorical
road that shows my journey throughout life
and this metaphorical car that takes me or maybe
it was you that had left because
i always expected you weren't as nice as you acted
theres this girl.theres this girltheres this girl.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stays up
all night reading
ugly people who
do beautiful things
like write songs
on post it notes
and stick them
where people will
find them and
about people who
dance in the rain
to just feel like
they aren't the only
theres this girl
shes trying to
be so beautiful
but shes falling
apart with those
words they write
because she cant
be so beautiful
and this girl shes
spinning in circles
with anyone who
will spin with her
and she is falling
down hard but
coming up okay
theres this girl and
i think she will make
it through all this
and get away and
this girl is you
dreams catch in the lungsby the window she sat with cold umbrella bones, laying there just staring at the wooden ceiling. she thought each breath was dying to escape [clogging her littlepores in glassy skin] as they struggled to come slipping out of her mouth. it was like spirits and ghosts in all those books of witches and warlocks, when they came back to the world through the mouth of another.dreams catch in the lungs5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
dangling from the crossbeam was a blue beaded dreamcatcher, but she knew it caught hearts and souls in its web and never let them free
[right then she was just so soulless . heartless (like she couldn't feel the breeze or the warm summer leaves) and she knew the dreamcatcher would never catch the nightmares or bring dreams to dancing life. she knew all her fears would happen every day but all she ever wanted would never come to her (they would float along outside the window just behind the glass; she could see them watching her but they would not touch her skin and seep through just as they would not seep t
i can't find you.it's eight minutes till two and half past disappointment.i can't find you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hello, it's me again, sitting here thinking about you. i have my knees tucked into my chest and my chin resting upon them. my hair is falling in my eyes and my heart is falling into the ground. my fingers have turned blue from the cold of writing your name over and over again in cursive in the broken dimensions of us. it took me a while to realize that no matter how many times i scribble your name with my feeble hands, you are not going to come back.
and it scares me.
because it is almost three o clock and i can see my own pain in the air in front of me.
hello, it's me. just one more time. and i'm lying here in the heat trying to find my way back to nowhere. i am bathing in the sonnet of our long forgotten songs and i have a river flowed by angst and heartbreak dripping down my temple. from chambers slow i recollect my body, one by one, until i am able to stand and walk and say that i'm fine when really i'm not. i am not oka
you always got to me.i was scaredyou always got to me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was scared of you
i was scared of
my heart isnt
broken anymore and
neither am i
the things i said
i meant just
telling you to
i think it
healed me even
if it didnt break
the oracle card in my pocketthe man i love is anthe oracle card in my pocket4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
old soul with a stunning mouth and
he gathers up pieces of me into
his hands and carries me to bed.
yours truly.dear,yours truly.4 years ago in Letters More Like This
you were everything i wanted just because you weren't him. simple as that. i'm cruel, but you said one day i'd tell you the full truth and i suppose today is that day. i've made many mistakes but perhaps this was the biggest one. you're moving on, but i'm still here.
remember that day i told you all of that? i did tell you all of the truth. or, that is, i didn't make any more lies. i just left out some parts. like the part where i wasn't sure if i was ready to leave this part of me behind. this sick, sick part of me. i still miss the way you made me feel like i was important. everytime we talk, i hope you make me feel like that again. but somehow, it's different. not somehow. i know how. and you know how, too. it's just easier not to speak of these things. they say silence says the loudest words, and whoever they are, are right.
so getting back to it: i think i started talking to you again because i felt lonely. because i felt like there was nobody else that really wan
the stars ignored me.ssuddenly my bonesthe stars ignored me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't seem quite so
and my skin
seems to be paper thin
and so easily torn
if these waves continue
to crash over me
controlled by a
far too white moon
that lies like the stars
it's as if my tongue
would crumble with
any movement it made
and even the simplest
words weighed it down
anchoring it to
the bottom of my mouth
refusing to be lifted
so i had to try and
force my thoughts out
make them solid
however maybe the heavens
could smell the pungent aroma
of self doubt
or they could see the
way that i couldn't
make up my mind
between cracked bones
or weakened vision
to give me both and
leave me staggering
on numbed feet
muttering under my breath
wishes are a lot like regrets.i say a lot of things that maybe i dont mean so while we were sleeping in glass covered streets. i was talking about being a lot like twenty four hours that are disappearing. like i could make something pretty or poetic out of the fact that im a complete waste of your time.wishes are a lot like regrets.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we were leaning against the curb trying not to cut our skin on the sharp pieces of our shattered reality as i said that we cant age backwards and this is as young as were going to get and that you should just pretend i never happened. pretend i dont exist because i cant say what i should to you. i cant say the words to fix this. i cant say the things you deserve to hear anywhere but in our dreams. i cant and im sorry.
i believe a lot of things that i maybe know arent true so while we were lying among glittering blades of grass. i was counting all the stars in the sky and rationing my wishes so i could make one each night for the rest of my life. and
gravity still works.maybe it was the way that she was so beautiful and yet she never took advantage of it. she never used her beauty to get her way. she didn't try hard though. she let things take her where she'd go next. one day she might show up knocking on my apartment door dressed in a nightgown and then next night she'd call me at three in the morning telling me to meet her in the park and she'd be in a dress and with someone she'd never met before. it was normally some person that was wise with age and she'd never see them again. that was okay to her, she'd have soaked up all the knowledge she could the few hours she was talking to this or that wise person. maybe she'd not talk to me or call me or come knocking on my door at random hours for a week. then one day she'd show up again. maybe this time in sweats, but of course she looked as beautiful as always.gravity still works.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we could be watching a movie or something and the second i looked at her we'd burst into fits of laughter. she was just one of those friends. at
remembering yesterday.i saw a girl, yesterday, sitting on the pavement. her back was against the molding brick, and the leaves were falling around her body like tears, her arms were scrunched up in front of her face, shielding her beauty from the town. there was a fresh scar on her wrist, still bright and burning with pain. i've been in that position many times. so i sat beside her.remembering yesterday.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she moved her arms from her face, and looked at me with her muddy brown eyes, one eye covered with her black hair, and other with tears. her eyeliner had run down her face like a symphony, and no one even stopped long enough to notice-except for me; i understood.
we didn't speak. we just focused our eyes on each other. not even a blink came from her or me. it was like a photograph, two people frozen while everyone else around them moved freely. except we didn't smile, or show our tongues, we sat-blank and damaged.
she moved closer to me, putting her hand on mine, and her head on my broad, pale shoulder. she trusted me, even thou
The Fourth Wishi.The Fourth Wish5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's an ocean-eyed dreamer who could fit the skies of a thousand worlds into her mayfly heart. She's got an angel face and a nasty little smile, and she knows all the secrets in her world. All she wants is to carry on dreaming, so she wishes for dragonfly wings and bottled summer nights and sleep that doesn't have to end. That insidious smile lingers, and she won't surrender her dreams even when her life support stumbles and dies.
He's a romantic with an acoustic soul and steel string scars on his fingertips. He's saving his lovesongs for a perfect girl with summer rolling off her skin and winter in her eyes, and he's never stopped believing that she's out there somewhere. He wishes for her to be everything he's waited for, for her to find him, and for her to be happy. It's a pity he forgets to ask for her to love him back.
She's a revolutionary with a landmine heart and a switchblade tongue. There's dirt and sand under her fingernails and wind in her hair, and she
drowning mermaidsa body of water lays crumpled on the side of the road,drowning mermaids6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ambulance lights gyrate and the shrieks of the seabirds
are drowned out by the wailing siren, saaave meee, saaave meee.
the cops mill around, doodling stick figures and question marks on their pads,
and no one really knows anything about the bodies unaccounted for.
if it looks like a fish, smells like a fish,
it's probably a dead girl wrapped in plastic bags,
that's what the police men are laughing about over coffee at denny's that night.
she looked beautiful, like a mermaid, one of the rookies muttered,
a thin boy with downcast eyes staring into the depths of his mug.
his skin was gray, his eyes were gray, his shirt was gray,
he was all gray and empty and totally alone with his collegues.
hey, boy, cheer up. you find a lot of stiffs doing this job.
one of them says, thumping him on the back. we're all gonna die, eventually.
the boy only continues to stare into his drink.
later, at night, the gray bo
enter cheesy title here.he tells me "we see the same moon." as if that is going to help that fact that he is thousands of miles away and will unlikely ever be here. i will never be there. we are places that are worlds apart, and our lifes are seperate. that is something i push into the back of my head and cry about whenever it comes into my thoughts. this is impossible, and that makes me want it even more.enter cheesy title here.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she talks about love and i say "have you ever been in love?" and she tells me "i think i'm in love with you." and i ask her how she knows and she tells me-"because it just feels right."
he asks me how we fell in love when we are so far away. and i tell him it was meant to be and he asks me if i know that is nonsense. we were just in the right place at the right time.
she says "it's eleven eleven, make a wish." and i do and she asks "what did you wish for?" and i tell her i wish for her. "you've already got me." she reminds me.
he asks me "and what do you wish for?" i wish for you, i tell him. and he says "i