RockCome here,Rock5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to soothe your troubled mind,
Kiss those tears away,
Shelter you from the world,
Just for a while.
I'll be your rock,
Your unmoving piece of strength,
Your constant source of warmth,
A shoulder for your worries,
A home for your heart.
I'll murmur words of love,
Promise I'll always be here,
That I'll always be yours,
And how that will never change,
Not for one second of my life.
Sleep here in my arms,
Hear the beating of my heart,
Each thump made just for you,
Let it chase away your fears,
Let me love you.
Let Me Breathe Again PrologueLet Me Breathe Again Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I heard her sigh on the other end of the phone. I couldn't help the emotional feelings that washed over me as i heard her angelic voice. The last time we spoke, I was eighteen years old, the last summer we shared together before she left for Columbia University.
"Audrey...?" She asked with a curious tone. I smiled as I walked back and forth in my backyard, autumn staring at me from the porch steps. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I opened my mouth to answer.
"Hey... Holland." I sounded as if I had been caught doing a crime. I ran a hand through my hair as i once again paced in the grass.
"It's been three years since we last talked, hasn't it?" She asked firstly. 'Well.. Actually three years 5 months and 23 days.... but who's counting?'
"Yeah, been a long time eh?" I laughed jokingly. I looked over at Autumn who had a smile on her suntouched face. I was so nervous, probably more nervous than I have ever been in my life.
"Sure has. Too long. How did you get my new number t
BrokenI don't know why they call it a broken heart, because it's not, really.Broken4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds.
It's like it's literally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process.
And oh, it hurts.
If you've never had a broken heart you won't understand, you probably think it's an emotional thing, like it's all in the mind.
But it's so much more than that.
It's a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn't quit.
It's a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt.
Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes.
And then you're crying because it's just impossible not to do so.
And even when you're all cried out, it's still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you've ever
UniverseI only wish to love you,Universe4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To show that you're my all,
To make you understand,
I'd never let you fall.
You'd be mine to the end,
I'd wrap you in my arms,
I'd make you feel you're always safe,
I'd be your soothing balm.
I promise I won't hurt you,
Never play you for a fool,
I'd be first in line to shield you,
From a world so often cruel.
Its you I'd always want,
You I'd never leave,
There'd never be another soul,
I'd make you believe.
I know you might be scared,
Once done there's no reverse,
But I'll prove to you that all along,
You've been my universe.
the perfect night...the perfect night...4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
i close my eyes
listening to my music
and when i open them again
you are there...
everything seems so perfect
the electricity is strong between us
you are dressed beautifully,
your hair flawless
your smile sweet and
we are holding hands
as we walk outside in the quiet
and the sun sets
fireflies light up the night
as the slight chill comes
i drape my coat over your shoulders
you blush slightly
and thank me quietly
i smile and cant resist any more
i stop walking
and you stop as well
and look back at me
with confused eyes
and simply adorable face
i lean in, eyes closed
and kiss you softly
our first kiss
this moment... so perfect
but when i lean back
and open my eyes
i am in my room
under my covers
looking up at my slowly moving fan
and i ask myself
'why...did i have to close my eyes then?'
'why...did the perfect night... have to stop?'
'why...couldn't i live in that dream forever?'
Drug InductionOhhhhhhh shhhheeeeaaaattttDrug Induction5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my eyes are hazy as hell,
my pupils the size of dinner plates,
the world looks so goddamn pretty right now,
the colours are amplified like crazy,
i can barely stand,
my legs are like fuckin jelly,
i'm feeling fuzzy and warm,
i try to speak but its to much effort,
i'm jus gonna lie back for a minute,
i'll look up at the sky,
holy shit these clouds are movin,
it all looks so gorgeous,
it's just a shame this is only a trip.....
Tender "Go away, Kate, I don't want to talk." Lily swallowed, this was a mistake, she should just turn around and tell Kate to deliver the ice pack herself. She was going to do just that when the door swung open and Jay stood there, stern expression changing to surprise when she saw Lily. There were a few moments of awkward silence before Lily remembered the parcel.Tender4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh! Here, Kate told me to give you this..." She held the towel up and Jay took it with surprising gentleness into her long-fingered hands, but her eyes remained on Lily.
"Uh, thanks," she murmured, "you can come in...if you want." With that she turned and walked back to her desk, settling herself into her chair where Lily assumed she had been just moments ago. Accepting the invitation, she followed Jay in and stopped, not sure whether it was okay to sit down. She saw Jay placing the ice pack on her still bloodied lips and her inner caretaker kicked in, propelling her around the desk to Jay's si
The MoonriseThe Moonrise3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
where do I signwhere do I sign3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a knock on old door, a black hair man turned around in the red chair, "Come." He called out taking a sip of his coffee, the door open and in walked a tall man with glasses
"Ray had come back with a guess." The man behind the desk smiled
"Send the guess in Mikey." Mikey nodded and moved aside to let the guess, Gerard looked up as almost wanted to do back flips as this boy walked in he was small and thin, he could see tattoos on his arms, his neck sneaking down under his shirt, "Mr Frank Iero." Mikey said give him a little push in and closed the door.
Gerard sat there looking at the boy that was Frank, you can tell a lot of a person without them saying away, Gerard could already tell that he was fearful and scared being here, that he knows of this place, he paler then normal humans, and the smell of death lingers around him letting him know that his boy is dyeing, Frank moved not like how this man behind the desk is eyeing him, Frank was sacred
Wonderfully DistractedThrough the smudged glass doors, across the sickly green carpet, past the dusty echoing school yearbooks, I make my way to a boxed in desk near the back of the cold, unwelcoming place that a library is when you need to study. Bang. The folder smacks the table as I flump into the tatty chair that saw its last happy days back in the eighties. An alarmingly loud crackle emanates from the plastic bag I carry my pens in regulation clear and unlabeled as it has to be if I want to get into my exam room when I arrive there in two agonisingly crammed hours of revision. I settle in for painful hundred and twenty minutes.Wonderfully Distracted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An atlas-throw away is a final revision class, busily babbling on in broken Latin, interspersed with beautifully enunciated English from their wonderfully eccentric teacher. I overtly stare at them; anything is more entertaining than revising deductive reasoning.
Latin class: one batty scholar who's probably as old as the language itself, half a dozen guys and one girl wh
4 AM EmphasisI wanna hold you like the world is ending and beginning all in one moment.4 AM Emphasis5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Run through the streets together, playing tag with imaginary ghosts.
Decorate windows and mirrors to show and not only reflect.
Find places to run to, and never go there.
Count the stars and whistle 50's music to finally 'Shout, shout, shout' something out.
Create something that for once, just once, won't fall apart when someone touches it.
Remember the who and where and when and oh god, the safety.
Conquer a fear of the dark and find the cubby-hide-a-hole.
Giving and actually receiving on that messed up day in December (March).
I wanna kill you like there's a beautiful tomorrow and yesterday never happened.
I amI am in third grade.I am4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like a boy in my class, all the others are icky. Girls are better than them.
I am in forth grade.
Some boys are cute, most are weird. I learn I like girls. I feel scared and alone.
I am in fifth grade.
Only some boys are ok, alot are weird. I like a girl in my class. I tell a 'friend'. Rumors spread.
I am in sixth grade.
Boys are weird. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.
I am 14 years old. And I don't know how to say anything to anyone.
I just need to tell you.
I am a lesbian.
Valentine's yuriAt a renowned private school, in the gardens behind the main buildings, hidden behind a large bush, two teenage girls were lying down on a blanket. One, with short, dark hair and green eyes, had her hand in the other's long, blonde hair, her eyes fixed on the two sapphires that stared back when their kisses broke from time to time. The blonde moved her hand to the other's chest and squeezed the soft flesh over her shirt while her knee was raising her partner's skirt.Valentine's yuri4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's getting late, Phoebe," the girl with shorter hair said moving the hand from her chest.
"If even Friday you can't stay " the other mumbled and sat up.
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, Alicia, ever since we heard about the music festival on Valentine's, I've been seeing less and less of you."
"My parents are making me practice twice as hard for it. The festival's this weekend anyway "
"I can't expect you to say no to them after all, they don't even know about me," Phoebe said r
LossYou know, you have my soul,Loss4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And for you it doesn't matter,
You have it all tied up and bound,
All trussed up on a platter.
I don't know what you want,
I guess I'm at a loss,
You're just so hard to figure out.
Its hard to get across.
I cannot be more perfect,
There's little that I lack,
But I'd change myself so much more,
To make you love me back.
Of course there's other girls,
There's lots of them around,
They smile my way and bat their eyes,
And make those kissy sounds.
They only make me sad,
'Cause I yearn for something true,
Something that I cannot have,
My dear, I yearn for you.
Let Me Breathe Again Ch.1Let Me Breathe Again Ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thinking of you
Audrey's Point Of View:
"So, what you're telling me... is that after three years of no communication what so over between the two of you, you decided to randomly call her?" Neil, my best friend, said as we sat in a booth at Henry's Burger Shack. I thought about that for a moment and realized how weird that really was. I took a sip of my shake then gave him look. "What? I'm serious when I say this. It's weird, Audrey. I thought you wanted to never talk to her again after she left you?" His somewhat girly voice seemed to annoy me even more as I cringed. I leaned back against the wall as I pulled my legs up to my chest.
"I did want that... but I told you about Autumn, didn't I?" I asked him as I watched him play with his lip ring; another thing that made me cringe.
"She's with that girl now or whatever? What does that have to do with you though?" He asked in a bitchy way. What was it with gay guys that made them seem more like girls than actual girl
psychologysoft brown hair like silkpsychology4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
perfect lips i long to kiss
she is beautiful
windows to the soul
brown like the sweetest chocolate
set my soul alight
her voice is music
my ears long to listen to
i can't get enough
her body is wow
curves in all the right places
makes my mouth water
the way her hands fit
so perfectly in my own
just like a puzzle
always makes me smile
her laughter is infectious
forever my dork.<3
HikingMy heart pounded like it was hooked up to a car battery. My forehead was leaking enough sweat to drown a termite colony. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. My stomach was tied in the most sophisticated of Boy Scout knots. My head was playing 19th Nervous Breakdown by the Rolling Stones. This was the biggest gambit I'd ever taken in my life. Still, I had to do it. I was tired of holding it in, and I was their daughter, so they had the right to know.Hiking4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We were a family of fitness enthusiasts, living within a stone's throw of scenic nature trails, so nature hikes were, of course, a weekly ritual for us. I had worked up the courage, on this occasion, to come clean with my parents, since the empty parking lot we encountered at the head of the trail was a good (but not certain) indicator that there was nobody else around. Today, it was just me, Mom, and Dad--my brother had m
KissSwirling dreams, unspeakable desiresKiss4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The only thing that can fuel my dark fire
Pleasant soft lips onto mine
Quiet gentle moans like wind chimes
Willing to say forget all regrets
Willing to go until our last breath
The time is never wrong
The time is always right
The moment you kiss me
Nothing in the world matters
I would rather die than to let you go
Your beautiful soft skin always seems to glow
It feels like heaven against my own
Honey, life is amazing when you are home
MinutesI'm thinking about your lips,Minutes5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How they'll feel when I kiss them,
Warm, soft, sweet,
Slightly dampened by your tongue just seconds earlier.
I'm thinking about the noises we'll make,
Snuggled under the covers,
The quiet smack of our mouths as they move together,
The light whimpers as we tease and touch.
I'm thinking about waking up in your arms,
Feeling the beat of your heart against my ear,
Hearing your shallow breaths of slumber,
Inhaling the intoxicating scent of sleep on your skin.
Sixty seconds a minute,
Sixty minutes an hour,
Twenty-four hours a day,
I'm thinking of you.
SamenessBecause Im the same as youSameness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shouldnt love you
Its wrong to love you
Im told I shouldnt want you
But I do
And I dont
That this could be wrong
How could love possibly be wrong
Hes not the same
So they tell you
To love him
That its ok
To love him
That its right
To love him
Maybe it its
But that doesnt mean
It would be wrong
To love me
And I want to love you
You to love me
Im the same
My GirlThe night was cold. She had been watching the building for half an hour. The building's occupant pulled away from behind the store a few minutes before and the structure had been still and lifeless in her absence. The lights were off and all was silent. Summoning her courage, she slipped out of the shadows and off of her clandestine spy post on top of a trash dumpster. She felt the sand, pebbles, and concrete of the driveway against her feet as she quietly crept across the gap to the store. Taking cover behind a bush, her fingers slipped into the flower pot where she knew spare keys were kept. Vaulting over the railing, she crouched next to the door and closed her eyes as she turned the key. She muttered a curse as the lock loudly snapped open.My Girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Moving inside, she gently let the door shut behind her. She picked up a basket and began stalking through the aisles, putting items she needed in it as she went: canned food, ramen, chips, soda, and bottled water. With her basket full, she prowl
Down I GoDown I Go4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feels like im drowning
My burning throat aches
Begging for air
I kick and i claw
At nothing at all
My gurgled screams
Send water rushing in
My lungs are on fire
I need air
Darkness creeps up on me
As i loose all my strength
My limbs go weak
I try to shriek
Nothing comes out
The water has won
The lake that seemed so peaceful
With the guy that seemed so sweet
Now hes drowning me
Let Me Breathe Again Ch.3Let Me Breathe Again Ch.34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Happiness, is an understatement
My arms were wrapped around her shoulders as she was laying her head on my shoulder, her feet under her. I sighed and kept my eyes shut, for fear I might be dreaming all of this after all.
"You know... I really regretted leaving you that day... you have no idea how much it killed me inside and out Rey..." Her breathe was on my neck as she spoke. I opened my eyes and looked down at her.
"Trust me, I think I have an idea." I sighed once again as I squeezed her. She felt so perfect in my arms right now that I was scared I'd lose her again. I felt her wrap an arm around my waist.
"I'm sorry..." I pulled my head away so that I could look at her, cringing when I noticed she had a few tears streaming down her beautiful tan face. I wiped them away with a finger, causing her to look at me. See, this was another thing that I loved about this girl; she wasn't afraid to cry in front of me. She let me know what her emotions were. Do you have that with a