Read My MindThe music flooded my ears and I stood to the side, watching as teens danced. The boys had their arms wrapped securely around their girls and I felt envious. I was alone.
I honestly didn't know why I had actually come to this dance in the first place. Sure, my best friend had pleaded for me to go because she didn't want to be alone, but maybe I should've thought about myself for once. She had a boyfriend who was incredibly charming, sweet and cute but I was lonely.
Lonely for Valentine's Day in a Valentine's Dance. How pitiful.
Nonetheless, I swayed gently with the music, watching the dancers with envious eyes. I felt rage strike my heart, because I was jealous of other people. I shouldn't have been. I wasn't beautiful, but I was me. If boys didn't want to ask me to the dance, it's their mistake. They saw girls for their beauty, but I chose guys for their heart. Boys who saw girls for their heart were rare and they should be cherished.
When I saw my best friend dancing wit
Confession"You wanted to tell me something?" she asked, without looking at him. The beauty of the meadow was hypnotizing. The rainbow colored flowers glowed with a peaceful aura and the sunlight flitted in through the winding branches of trees. A soft breeze flew in and rustled the lush green leaves.Confession5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, I did," he answered her, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He had found the captivating meadow, hoping to lure her in. He had been falling for her harder each day, but it was impossible to know if she felt the same. She was always the secretive one, she hardly ever showed emotions. She was so cold and shutdown.
The girl finally tore her gaze reluctantly away and looked at the nervous boy. Curiosity fluttered deep within her and she was anxious to know what he would say. She watched him with an intent look, her heart sinking as she thought of the possibilities. What if he told her he didn't want to spend time with her? What if he didn't want to be her friend anymore?
"Well? What d
Lie To MeThe banging on my front door awakened me from my heavy sleep. And all I could think was, who the hell is at my door at 11:30 at night?Lie To Me5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wearily pushed out of the bed and went to my front door, dragging my legs and resisting the urge to dive back in bed, so I could go back to sleep. I unlocked the door and swung it open, ready to curse out the one who woke me up from my needed sleep. But my face instantly softened when I saw her. My baby, my cute girlfriend, my loyal lover.
But she didn't look so happy.
Her hand lashed out and my head jerked to the side at the force of her slap. I stumbled back as she put her hand on my chest and shoved. My door slammed shut and pain thundered through my body as she pounded her tightly clenched fists against my chest.
"You lied! You said you loved me! You said I was enough and you'd change! But you lied even after I gave myself to you!" she screamed, but her voice kept cracking as the sobs started.
I looked down at her, my arms lim
She's Singing FireworkGirl: Do you ever feel?She's Singing Firework5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Girl: Like a plastic bag.
Girl: Drifting through the wind,
Boy: I'm not THAT light!
Girl: Wanting to start again?
Boy: I actually love my life.
Girl: Do you ever feel?
Girl: Feel so paper thin?
Boy: Haha, no.
Girl: Like a house of cards,
Girl: One blow from caving in?
Boy: I'm not that weak!
Girl: Do you know that there's,
Boy: Ugh, what?
Girl: Still a chance for you,
Girl: Cause there's a spark in you,
Boy: Ooh, cool.
Girl: You just gotta ignite,
Boy: Ignite what?
Girl: The light,
Boy: Okay, I'll 'ignite the light'.
Girl: And let it shine,
Girl: Just own the night!
Boy: How about I own you?
Girl: Like the Fourth of July.
Boy: How about I own you on the Fourth of July? *wink*
Girl: Cause baby, you're a firework!
Boy: I know, 'cause I make you burst. *wink again*
Girl: Come on show 'em what you're worth!
Boy: Hell, I'm worth a lot!
Girl: Make 'em go 'Oh, Oh, Oh!"
Boy: How about I make you go 'Oh,
The Cut To DeathThe knife slashed down hard across my arm and warm, sticky blood spurted out. The crimson liquid streamed from either side of my arm and dripped onto the hardwood floor, scattering in droplets. Fierce pain meandered up my arm to my core. A shudder rippled through my body and my shoulders hunched forward as I bit my lip to keep from crying out.The Cut To Death5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blood gushed from the deep jagged cut. The flesh was throbbing and the color was a dirty shade of red. Anger coursed through my veins as a cry left my lips. I found myself raising my hand to slash against my wrist this time.
The force of my cut caused the teeth of the knife to dig half way into my wrist. My head rolled back and I screamed in fresh agony. Blood flooded from my wrist to the floor and I dropped down to the floor, landing with a thud on my side. Pain coursed through my veins and exited out of my system with my blood.
My eyes rolled back into my head and I breathed in gasps. Stars danced in my eyes and my vision darkened. I could myse
Lost Someone I Never Knew"I'm sorry to say," the doctor started, "But your mother has miscarried."Lost Someone I Never Knew5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My whole world came crashing down on me right then and it took a great effort to not collapse onto the floor and bawl my eyes out.
The little brother I've been wanting is dead.
The doctor looked at me expectantly, waiting patiently for an answer and I managed a shaky nod. He looked at me, sympathy in his dull eyes and then turned to walk away.
I took a swaying step back and sat down on the chair I was previously sitting on, before the doctor had arrived to tell me the devastating news. My mother had been 9 months pregnant with a baby boy. He was perfectly healthy, so why did he still have to die?
I was breathing in short, shallow gasps, chest heaving up and down with each breath I took. It hurt, the pain in my chest was great and it was obviously affecting my breathing. I was so excited about the baby, to have a little sibling to play with, since I was an only child, but n
My EndIt was my end. I knew it was. If it wasn't, I wouldn't be standing at the edge of this cliff. Talon like rocks were there to greet me below and I took a breath, beforeMy End5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shout broke the spell I was in. I didn't look in the direction, I knew by the voice who it was. The voice, I couldn't forget it, nope, she was my best friend and she was here to try and stop me.
"Stop it, why are you doing this?" she yelled at me and grabbed my arm, yanking me away from the edge.
I let her pull me away, but I knew as well did she, that this wasn't going to stop me from doing what I wanted to.
"You can't die; you have a family back there for you. You shouldn't leave your brother, boyfriend and friends back there!" she pleaded, her voice desperate, but with a tint of anger.
"I've had my time to live, I need to go," I said, my voice loud and clear.
"No it's not, just let's go back to the camp and we'll talk it out, just don't kill yourself, please!" she tried to reason with me, her sea bl
Why?Explain death to me, please.Why?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does it have to happen?
Why don't we get a choice?
Why do people want to commit suicide when others are taken away when they don't want to be?
Why does it happen to good people?
Why do some people die with out even being able to say goodbye?
Why do cancers, car wrecks, freak accidents, and murders exist?
Losing HerPure blue eyes against pale, ghostly white skin stared blankly at him. Wispy locks of night black hair clung to the delicate angelic face. Fresh scarlet blood slid from the full pink lips and rolled down her cheeks into her hair. Her unmoving limbs hung lame against her side as he raised a shaking hand to touch her cheek.Losing Her5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He gasped at the coldness of her skin; it felt like she had been laid in a freezer. He matted down her bloody hair and stroked her face. The accusing eyes looked out into the empty space ahead as her face tilted to the side from his touch.
Warm tears leaked from his eyes as reality sank in. They rolled silently down his smooth face and dripped from his chin. Pain masked his face as he stared at the lifeless girl in front of him. His lips quivered and a sob tore itself from his throat. The anguish blinded him as his eyelids drooped, struggling to hold in the burning tears that threatened to spill in an uncontrollable speed.
Guilty thoughts raced through his mind as he
Sweet LieYou believed my sweet wordsSweet Lie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though they were obvious lies
You just wanted to believe they were true
You didn't care if I really felt that way
I knew what you wanted to hear
And gave you everything
Except my heart
I could cut it out
And hand it to you
I could bleed for you
But no matter how I try
My heart will never beat for you
Please... Just Stop The PainMy heart is breaking.Please... Just Stop The Pain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's crumbling in my chest.
Please stop this pain
Before it consumes me.
My eyes won't stop weeping,
My sobs won't stop coming,
My body won't stop shaking.
I never knew I could feel this way.
I never knew there was someone like this.
Someone who I would cry for.
Someone who could hurt me this way.
I never thought we could be together,
I thought we were just friends.
But when I saw you kissing that girl
I just wanted it all to end.
TheKeyToTheLockOnMyHeartI never thought I could feel this wayTheKeyToTheLockOnMyHeart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the taste of you on my lips
Drives me insane.
Your smell is like a drug
That intoxicates me when
You hold me in your arms.
Your breath is warm on my ice cold skin
When you run your lips over my body,
Caressing me with your tongue.
When your hands run through my hair
You brush away all my worries and leave me
With just you, you, you.
I want more of you, not just this
But I'm afraid of what may happen
I'm afraid you'll leave me behind.
But I love you so much
From your smiles to your tears
So here's the key to the lock on my heart.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you, dear.
Why Is Your Heart So Weak?I held you in my armsWhy Is Your Heart So Weak?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As your breathing
Began to wane.
Trying not to let
The tears fall.
I always loved listening
To the beat of your heart,
That muscle in your chest.
It always sounded so strong.
So tell me please,
Why is reality so wrong?
Why is it that your heart
Now sounds so weak?
Heart AcheShe fears people like herselfHeart Ache8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is what she is
Mirroring each other
Deeper they fall
She cannot trust him
He cannot trust her
Hearts already broken
Lives already shattered
She runs from it all
Between each other
So many walls
Help them cope
But neither are brave enough
to reach past their own walls
and tap on the others
Of what he may do
Of what she may do
If these walls may fall
Repressed with knowledge
Hidden with reason
If someone is going to break it down
Maybe it should be him
Remember?Hey there.Remember?5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I was the girl you used to stay awake talking to through the whole night. I was the girl you used to hold hands with when you were scared out of your mind while watching Final Destination 3 even though you were 16 years old and I was only 14. You were full 2 years older than me, but you were such a wuss. I was practically the boy in our friendship.
Remember when we used to share everything with each other? You admitted to being scared of spiders and the dark and I told you I hated worms and they creeped me out. I still remember you laughing at me until I had brought out that fake spider from my drawer. Ha-ha. Who was laughing then?
Do you recall of the time you held me as I cried into your chest after fallout with my best friend? You were rubbing my back and whispering real sweet words into my ears. It made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. Actually, no, how you comforted me didn't. It was all you. You made me feel loved and wanted.
I RememberI bit my lip and read through the words again and again. Of course I remembered. How could I not?I Remember5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I remembered all the conversations we had; I memorized every word that left her soft, pink lips. How could I forget the day I pretended to get scared out of mind and she had to comfort me? It's impossible to forget how her small arms curved around my back and her sweet laughter. It made me happy to realize I was the one who had made her laugh. I wasn't really scared that day when we were watching Final Destination 3. I just wanted to feel her touch.
I read the next paragraph, mumbling the words quietly. Light laughter tumbled from my lips. Oh God, I'll kill her if she told anyone I was scared of spiders. Not really, though, you just couldn't kill people you love.
I remembered holding her. I remembered how she fit perfectly in my arms, like that was where she belonged from the beginning. I loved being close to her and I loved to make her feel better. It sent fireworks exploding in my chest
His Missing BrideHe's standing there, waiting at the altar. His groomsmen stand beside him and they are all watching the entrance, waiting, waiting for her to show her face. He could imagine what she looks like, clad in a flowing white gown, carrying a rose bouquet, glowing with happiness. But she doesn't come.His Missing Bride4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seconds tick by, and then minutes. Minutes turn to hours and the guests begin to leave. His groomsmen pat his back with a sympathetic smile and they all leave, but he stays waiting, hope consuming his heart. She loves him, she has to come. He knows she will...
Except she doesn't.
The beautiful day fades into darkness and there is only black. Clouds roll in and rain thunders down, but he stands at the altar, wondering where his bride is. His tears mix with the rain, but he has hope and he's determined to wait for his beloved.
Only it's a lost cause.
Heart broken, soul shattered, he leaves his place from the altar and walks down the aisle, the very aisle she should've walked down to mee
Closer A Short StoryCloser5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Strong Bond Between A Brother and Sister
Love ThemEmo doesn't mean harming themselves,Love Them5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It means emotional.
Suicidal doesn't mean prone to deadly thoughts and actions,
It means unloved.
It's not their faults,
It's the people around them who kill them inside.
If people around would just love them,
Then they would feel normal.
They would feel loved.
And they wouldn't continue the madness.
It's not a choice,
It's a forced action.
It's not fair,
For the world to hate them,
Just 'cause they're different.
Love the emotional,
Love the unloved
UntitledWhere did I go wrong I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness and I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life .Untitled5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As I lay between these four white walls, my mind wonders back in time. And like a black and white movie, so it flows . Standing by the rails, She stays, She looks, looks onwards to the open ocean and I stand there with her. She says to me "I don't know what to do, when I'm with him I'm not happy but when I'm not with him . . . I'm not happy. I just wanna give up. My friends don't understand. Letting go means hells and reliving it again, is just so . . . hard." She breaks with a moment of silence and in her eyes I see the sadness eating her insides. As the melancholy feeling sinks into my chest, I felt the sense of relating.
Now we're in the integrated science lab, our classmate all laugh and talk outside on the lawns, but we stay inside, for I am the reaper, I must break the bads news to her. I speak, Af
Make It ThroughWe were only in college. It was a hard time for both of us. We lived together outside of campus and were having trouble with the apartment bills. Our landlords were becoming irritated although they were generally nice and patient people.Make It Through4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was also having problems with my studying. I always felt tired, nauseous and hungry. Jayden, my boyfriend of three years, didn't notice. He was completely engrossed in his school work. His family had always doubted him, so he wanted to prove them wrong. I, however, had an idea of what was wrong.
After getting home from class, I went straight into the bathroom. I had taken the test in the morning and had been shaken up the whole day. I would finally get my answer.
The pink positive sign brought me into full blown sobbing. Oh my God, what was I going to do? I was only twenty, not even through my second year of college. Jayden and I were having money problems and on top of that, now we had a baby on the way.
I knew I had to tell him. If I didn't, he pos
Whorl - WobbleDancers cast the paintWhorl - Wobble5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so they draw
Where figure stands
In chains of smoke
With the Vivaldi-sound
And so they sleep
They laddle out
And try to pull
Up from the brink
Something exhausted -
In the rave
Their bodies in the eerie
Go flirt with angels
Finding names for them
Pinching their backs
While they're punching their chests
In severe attack
Try stride and walk
To stay and rest
Exhausted - making antics
From the flows and strings
Always lit and frolic
The read and Play
Of the Big Come in
And sucking corollas
Decide to pack up
Like all the matter
Insuring and orienting
Making body open
For the meddle
And juxtaposing it
Where all collect the money
From the ground
And bring the mad
To Stage the bed
And in the bed -
In anger and denial
In bargain and depress
Accepting standing in the Just
And closing in on monument
And their veils
These fucking wallsRunaway from the ugly girl. See, she's nothing but a fucking loser. Her body has grown out of shape because she hardly ever smiles. No one wants her , because she's nothing more than a freak. She walks on the street . There, they go again tease her , points and laugh. Her heart's been broken way too many times. She's all control of her life . Now she abuses herself - cutting, drugs,alcohol . . . she smokes . She wants to just once feel alive and know that is real. She's growing weak. Her body becoming a shell to a ghost to speak. She's gone about about life wondering why she's so alone . Til one day, She Snapped . Given up for good. One pull upon that trigger - finally, it's all over .These fucking walls5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
WhyWhy?Why5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This feeling shouldn't still be here inside of me.
This feeling shouldn't be here, it is not meant to still be there.
I found a wonderful man, who truly loves me and I him.
So why is that damn feeling not gone?
When you find happiness that feeling is supposed to leave you isn't it?
So why do I feel as though I am still missing a piece of myself?
Is it because I gave up hope for the one whom I dreamt of?
Is it because I fell in love with another?
I am happy.
I found light in the darkness.
The darkness you left me in.
I saved myself, I could no longer wait for you.
So why is it still there?
I feel that someone was meant to be there for me,
and when that person failed to show,
I moved on.
So why is that feeling still deep inside of me?
Are you a friend?
Are you a lost sibling?
Are you a lover?
Why did you never find me?
I felt you out there always.
I know you are out there.
Why did we never meet then?
Why did you not come to me?
Why did you leave me alone?
Isn't fate suppose to