S.M.I.L.ESometimes I look at you and think that,S.M.I.L.E5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe, you're a figment of my
Imagination and our wonderful
Life together is only a dream. You know, I'd still be happy
Even if that were true. Because I'd have known you.
EdgeI found her cutting in the woods. High up in a tree where only birds should be. Vultures were circling against the blue. Waiting for her to pass out. To fall to her death meters below. She was almost gone by the time I spotted her. Half-starved. Fully crazed. Her eyes burned with unspoken words. She hated me. Hated herself. Hated everything. But clung to the tree as if it were her only friend. Spreading and squeezing blood from her sliced skin onto the rough bark. Turning the deep brown red. Crying. And moaning. And whispering things I did not know. Patches of words I will never comprehend.Edge4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I begged her to come down. To leave the blade in the tree and come home. I would patch her up. Make everything better.
She only cried harder. Whispered faster. Clenched the unforgiving razor tighter. And tighter. And tighter in her tiny hand as blood dripped from her fingers and palm faster and faster and faster. Until I screamed so loud for her to stop that her hand snapped open. And she dropped th
I Am Not GoneIt had been a month since she'd been in that house on the corner of Schindler and Hart, the one with the ivy that had long ago choked the brick into submission. A month since she'd been in that room with all the posters and pictures of good times. Of the things before. Parts of her were at peace with what she had come to do. Parts of her hated it.I Am Not Gone4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She climbed the crumbling stairs, and noted that the walnut-colored door was wide open, leaving only the broken screen door between the Harppins and the bugs of August. Tentatively, she knocked on the green frame around the screen. In an instant she heard footsteps on the wooden floor within. Mrs. Harppin appeared.
"Ah, Julie. Come in dear," she said with a broken smile, opening the door. Mrs. Harppins had aged considerably since Julie last saw her.
Gray wisps of hair were frizzed in all directions. There were frown lines around her mouth. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. It was as if she hadn't slept in weeks.
Julie stepped into the house
Soda CanUpon a fence running through a pasture in the middle of cow-country, there sits a can of orange soda, which seems to have been there since the moment light bathed the Earth with radiance. Through each passing year it survives blinding blizzards, driving rains, and banshee winds. Never once leaving its post.Soda Can5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A little girl comes to it every now and then, looking as if she'd rolled in fairy dust and mud. She sits upon a beam and drinks from the faded orange aluminum. And says it tastes like eternity.
I remember how someone once told me that citric acid plus sodium benzoate equals cancer. And I share this with her.
She laughs every time, calling me gullible, childish. Then she disappears, leaving autumn-brown leaves in her wake, and the can standing upon its post.
I reach for it every time. Try to drink deep, as she did, but nothing ever pours out.
Mama's Dolls"I'm gonna show you how to make yourself somthin' real special," Mama said as she lead me into our cramped kitchen. It was the size of a closet, far too small for our needs.Mama's Dolls4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What, Mama?" I asked, eight-year-old hands dragging in a chair. The room wasn't big enough to keep the chairs in, so we stored them in the living room.
She swung her chair to the table, and sat. "A doll. A doll my mama taught me how to make when I wasn't much bigger than you."
I grinned as I plopped down my chair. Dolls were my one true love at that age. They were all I wanted to play with. All I wanted to be with. Secretly, I dreamed of making them when I grew up, and I would be the best doll maker in town. Just like Mama.
I marveled at the mess of stuff spread out on the kitchen table: two sets of sticks, Spanish moss, fabric, tiny buttons, thread. Mama had laid it all.
"Now sit down, and I'll show you how it's done."
I obeyed, but didn't take my eyes off the pile.
"Watch close, now. You take them two sticks and
Heal MeSomeone once said I wouldHeal Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be healed if I just prayed,
Opened my heart to Jesus.
But what if Jesus wants me sick?
SwallowFourteen pillsSwallow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a bottle of water.
Life is complete.
Insecurity SeaMy insecurities bubble upInsecurity Sea5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And babble like brooks
And springs and streams
Flowing over dead riverbeds.
I am lost in their new life,
Blinded by the light.
Can I not see the truth?
Breathe in reality
Like a false prophet
No. For I am only human.
And all humans are
Blind, deaf, and dumb
Love is the same.
It cares not for reason
Or reality. Yet it exists,
Breeding insecurities and
Making the viscous cycle
And come to a full-circle stop
The horse heads stare
Into my soul, knowing
What lies beneath the calm,
Glassy surface. An earthquake
Is shaking the seabed, scaring
The fish away.
Where will the tsunami
Make its ground?
Or has it already come ashore.
Little GirlDoctor! Doctor!Little Girl6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its a trick,
But Doctor! Doctor!
Shes been in bed
Since last night
After they had that fight.
Is she all right?
The Doctors dead!
The Doctors dead!
Daddy went and
Bashed his head!
The Doctors dead!
He came to our house
Cuz Mommas not right
Then he and Daddy started to fight!
Im scared to go home tonight.
My Daddys missing!
My Daddys missing!
The police came
And Daddy started hissing.
My Daddys missing!
The police and Padre
Took him away
Cuz he hid the doctor in the hay
And killed Momma, so they say.
Where am I going to stay?
Were you drunk?
Were you drunk?
Yes, I know your
Ship is sunk,
But Daddy! Daddy!
Were you drunk?
And the Doctor, to
The Way She SmilesSaffron shifted uncomfortably in her chair a cheap thing with no padding to speak of. The kind made for people to remember it was not good to sit where she did.The Way She Smiles4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like some tea, Miss Reed?" It was the principles voice. She looked up from her moccasined feet. He was still standing behind his desk, refusing to sit in the cushiony leather chair behind him. He had been there since Saffron walked in.
"No thank you, sir." She pulled the ends of her sleeves tight over her hands, pressing them down to her palms.
"Please. I insist." He turned to take two glass teacups from the cabinet behind him. "Lemon or honey?" Steaming water poured from the boiler on top of the cabinet.
Saffron mind raced as it began calculating calories.
Tea is zero calories. Honey is 35 per tablespoon. There are 15 in a medium lemon, meaning 5 per wedge.
"Neither, thanks." She smiled. The grin had become her shield.
"If you say so." He dropped a tablespoon of honey into his cup, making S
LustRough tongue. Smooth skin. Young Night.Lust3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dear ValentineDear Valentine,Dear Valentine4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your gifts are flattering, but very, well, frightening. Don't get me wrong. The cards, chocolates, and flowers are all very nice. The locks of hair, however, are not. Nor are the 5 a.m. phone calls.
I must confess that I have a boyfriend who is not a fan of the attention you have been giving me. He found out about you breaking into my car to leave that adorable giant stuffed bear, and has called the police. It would therefore behoove you to cease and desist this romantic endeavor before you are dragged away for stalking. I really do apologize.
The frightened object of your affection
Best of luck in your future romances!
ReunionRaine felt desperately low class as she sat on the back porch of her Uncle Marvin's country home, sipping homemade mulberry wine from a red plastic cup and swatting away mosquitoes. Or gnats. She couldn't tell anymore. Her family, both extended and immediate, didn't seem to mind the situation as much as she did. Each seem pleased with the too-sweet wine, hoppy beer and dollar-store soda as they occupied themselves with family ties. Adults stood in various groups on the expansive, crab-grassed lawn, talking politics, food, sports, kids, anything really; and nothing at the same time. A group of shirtless uncles and male cousins played bocce, cigarettes and college brand beer bottles skillfully grasped in one hand as they deftly rolled brightly-colored grapefruit sized balls toward the safety-orange pallino. The younger ones were running wild behind the far-off tree line, waging war via volleyball, or swimming in the river that cut through the property. Unlike Raine, none of them seemed tReunion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Love YouI love you, he muttered as loud as he could manage.I Love You7 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I love you, too, she replied before kissing him through the hospital mask that was stretched across the lower part of her face.
Those words spoke more than anyone could have imagined. They echoed through the small ICU room and into the hearts of the two people standing on the other side of the bed. They watched the woman fight back tears as she gently rested her head on the top of his now bald one.
Im going to get my dad, one observer whispered to the other.
Go for it, the man standing next to her muttered in reply.
Slowly, the departing onlooker leaned over the bed to pat the woman gently on the arm before turning to the withered man in the bed. Finding which lump of blankets hid his hand, she patted it. Bye, Uncle Ric. Ill be back soon.
Eyes closed, he let out a barely audible grunt.
Quickly, the observer ripped off the neon yellow, sterile, tie-on gown and shov
When in PainStopped.When in Pain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doubled over. Knees bent.
Ground creeping upward.
Vision swimming. Room spinning.
Can't lie down. Can't get up.
Froze in time
And moment-to-moment awareness.
Inescapable as the breath.
Never having much
Liked salt water.
All the world goes black.
There was a beginning, but there is no end.
Everything is exhausted.
There is no end to this tunnel.
Light must be found another way.
Awakening shadows among sunsAwakening shadows among suns5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you breathe when you're half awake and half asleep?
... My vision is blurred in a daydream, but there is nothing more real when you fight the vagueness that engulfs your own history.
I open my eyes to golden fields and the calm sets in.
Maybe it is better to dream in a mortal mind rather than the omnipresent falling of quiet suns that take a hold of you.
And I look back in order to face my own gaze and will never be a stranger to myself.
The Little ThingsThe Little ThingsThe Little Things5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's funny how the little things change us.
The fine print is what I pay attention to. I like how when you said "i like u", I thought I knew what you really meant.
And how when I didn't hear from you for a few days, my gut was telling me to run away. Don't look back, it didn't matter what happened.
The little things like that Cowboys hat that I made fun of you for. But now I can't watch a game without thinking of you.
And every time I see a mango smoothie at the store, I smile. Because I knew all about you and your secret stash.
How there used to be a heart on your contact information on my phone. Now it looks like this -
FeuersturmThe BlitzFeuersturm6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has gotten a hold of me, baby.
Everything goes away so fast -
and your thoughts of me,
and the memories,
and the flowers I picked for you
They've all slipped away,
gone up into the flames,
into the storm.
But still I go out
into the roaring winds,
into the lurid glow of the fire,
to feel the ashes of our past
burn against my skin,
and as I close my eyes,
let the maelstrom whip around me,
I think of you.
For you, I'd take the fall,
And I know you'd love me
you'd truly, truly love me
if you could only
see past these scars.
Far from PerfectI cannot stand hypocrisy,Far from Perfect5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
though I know I'm guilty of it.
I care nothing for dishonesty,
but I've told a lie or two.
I do not condone betrayal,
yet I've set a few fires
along the way.
I would never blame another
if the blame was mine to take.
My intention was never to hurt you,
but it happened just the same.
I do not expect forgiveness,
I doubt I could give it
I would never claim perfection,
though I am a perfectionist.
This just means I never finish anything,
because I'm never happy with how it ends.
So I guess you could say
I'm far from perfect.
I would certainly agree.
At least I'm honest about it,
just as sure as the words you read.
RemembranceI've never forgotten the blushes in between tearsRemembrance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The silent moments and the days felt across twilight rivers
If another fear dared whisper in your ear
I'd live the days - through you, with you, for you.
I can't remember the fights in between screams
When lies slipped through uncertainty
The fiery rages and doubts echoed off closed hearts
I'd shut my eyes - alone, waiting, weeping.
Doubt all I have and yet I cannot deny
That wrenching feeling of seeing a cabochon jewel on a ring
They told me you're never too young for old cliches
But one fracture can wear you down just a little more.
Just wait for the shatter held in sunset-run hands.
Fingers letting what once was bleed through
Bleeding through like newborn shadows to the dusk
Friends sob, anchors trying to hold me down to the real
Yet still I leave...
leave this all for a ticket lashed to a flickering halo.
solarsystemshe was my lunar girl.solarsystem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because she controlled my moods like the tide,
and how do you cage a moonbeam?
and she was my sunshine girl.
because she was the center of my orbit,
and nothing shone as brightly as her smile.
and she was my star girl,
because of course there were other girls but none quite like her,
and we were separated by a million miles.
but what do you say when they ask how it feels to lose everything?
when your only star goes supernova?
Window PainThere is a yellow house on a hill,Window Pain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A yellow house I drive by every day.
I never stop in the drive way any longer,
Only look longingly over my shoulder as the trees hide it from sight.
Today, I look through the bay windows in the front of the house,
Just a quick glance,
A glance to satisfy a sadistic curiosity.
Ah, there she is,
Still just as beautiful as I remember.
Hair like spun gold,
Like the "amber waves of grain" we sing so longingly about,
Glinting in the equally golden light streaming through the window.
Golden light turns brilliant blue as it reflects off of her eyes.
Eyes such a clear cerulean,
It puts the sky reflected in an untarnished puddle to shame.
And her smile,
Oh, her smile,
So wild and carefree,
Throwing joyous daggers into my already crumbling heart.
And, despite myself, I smile.
A sad, sardonic smile,
But a smile all the same.
And as quickly as the smile flickered onto my face,
It slides off,
Like water from an oil painting in the park on Sunday's.