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Do Not DisturbYou know, there's nothing more tempting than a closed door.

So, you can imagine what I thought when I was a wee little girl and I first saw that armoire in my Grandmother's home. She lived in the French country-side, and every break in the winter-time, we would spend with her.
My Grand-mère loved to entertain us children with stories of her childhood, and old French fairy-tales that her Grandma had told her when she was our age. She especially told us about her cabinet. The one she called cachette.

Grand-mère told adventure stories, of love and life and death. The main character of her story was always a red headed girl with alm

by ~FlyMeAway8 in Short Stories

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3 -- LightThis light. It burns. I don't understand why because everyone always says that light is good. It doesn't feel good. It feels like pain. It shows me the truth of everything that I don't want to see. The scene of a murder is found in the daylight. The lonely child stands under the streetlight. The runaway teenager leaves by moonlight. Tearful wishes are made by starlight. So why does everyone say that light is so good? I think that it would be better if we were all bathed in darkness…3 -- Light2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

The Hollow CityI've got this feeling like I want to dance in falling ash. I want to revel in the rotting softness of it against my skin, in the morbid beauty of death. I want to lie down and make an angel in the remains of a once great city. I want to be alone in the ruins. I want to run through abandoned streets I own because no one else will have them. I want a broken place to hang my head and hide a smile because I know, eventually, the whole world will come to this.The Hollow City2 years ago in Philosophical

Breathe.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Inhale. Hold your breath. Exhale.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Inhale. Hold your breath. Exhale. Eyes focused on his chest.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Hands crossed as if you were praying.

Inhale. Hold your breath. Pinch his nose. Lock lips. Exhale.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. "Don't give up on me now!" Dizzy feeling.

Inhale. A tear falls. Hold your breath. Muffled cry. Exhale.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Shoulders in agony."Please! Breathe!"Breathe.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

59. CensoredWhen I was born you loved me
Told me I was rare
That I was special

Then a feeling came about you
Fear crept in
And I was considered scary

You pushed me away
Shoved me into darkness
Forgot I existed

But a light came on
I was honored once again
A new idea and new hope

Yet back I went again
I was considered dangerous
They knew I could change you

So I was killed
Forgotten and lost once more
You hated me
But what is this?
Your looking for me
Yes, you want me back

But why?
Yesterday I was hated
Today I am needed

What about tomorrow?
Are you going to leave me again?
Well are you?

Yes, I was right.
Yet again I am banned
I59. Censored2 years ago in Free Verse

Being with youIt could be better.
Maybe I could be taller or stronger
but you don't care.
I could be handsome and nicer
but you don't care.
You just love what I am.
You just love what I have.

I never thought somebody like you would love me.
I'm that simple, that silly.
I thought I'd be the last you'd look at.
I thought I didn't deserve you dreamed of me like that.
I'm just a crazy lonely man.
Maybe you're crazier, maybe you're blind.

No, my sweetheart, I'm not wrong.
When I say you're the most beautiful,
I don't lie.
I think all of you is perfect.
I think your eyes can see my soul
and your lips can make a poem just calling my name.
YourBeing with you1 year ago in Free Verse

I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minute
just seeing you
and they were not enough.
I could look into your eyes more than
a mother could look at her children
and it was not enough.
I could write seventy poems about your smile
and they were not enough.

I'm afraid you laugh.
I'm afraid you lie.

I've been waiting for this for long.
I've tried to show you my heart, my dreams, my soul,
my life.

I don't know what else to do.
I don't know how to say it.
I don't know what word to use.

But if you don't love me,
I can't do much.
If you don't feel the sun each time I say your name,
then I can do nothing.
If you think I'm just a frieI don't know how1 year ago in Free Verse

Breaking upSo unfair, you say.
And it seems I don't love you as you want.
You're there looking at me with eyes of Heaven
And I'm so cold like Dante's Hell,
like the soul of a man that loved so much
but never trusted again.

So unfair, you say.
And my lips don't taste as yours.
My kisses are salted like a rock,
like my sweat, like my thoughts.
And you want me to love you.
And you want me to feel.
And you want me to be...
yours... and it's hard.

It's hard to be as you dreamed of me.
It's hard to love without heart.
It's hard to live as I'm not.
It's hard, just hard.

No, please, don't cry!
Don't cry, my love!
Don't say I'm mean.
Don't sBreaking up1 year ago in Free Verse

Unknown LoveWhere are you?
Night and day trying to find,
trying to see,
trying to say.

I've drawn you a lot of times,
but you're not on my drawings.

I've painted you wasting my eyes,
but I can't get the colours of your feelings.

Tell me what I have to do to know you,
to get a bit of ur love,
to get more than a dream,
to get your nose rubbing my cheeks,
to get your hands
drawing your name on my lips,
to get ur fingers giving shape to my face,
stroking my loneliness,
stroking my fears.

Paint a star on my forehead,
the sun on my chest,
the sky on my eyes
and wings on my arms.

Let me fly with you
where you live.
Show me the world.
ShUnknown Love2 years ago in Free Verse

You're my melodyDance with me!
The piano starts to sing.
Flowers falling down from the sky.
Hold my hands!
Look at the birds,
they dance too,
they cover your dress with leaves,
they kept them for you.
The butterflies made a crown for you
with each colour of the rainbow.
The bunnies untie your braids.
Your hair looks like a hill talking to the sun.

Then I take water from the river
to paint your eyes
and put a rose on my brush to paint your lips.
The clouds help me to colour your face
and the sunset kiss your cheeks.

The song tells about your dreams,
each note is new
and my heart loves your song
'cause this melody is you
and there are You're my melody2 years ago in Free Verse

My PaletteMy love is like a palette
full of colours, thanks to you
and this love is true
and this love is nice.

And my love is blue
when you don't smile,
when you feel sad,
when you cry,
when you die.

And my love is red
when you love,
when you want,
when you kiss,
when you close your eyes
feeling me.

And my love is green
When you talk,
when you hope,
when you breath.

And my love is yellow
when you laugh,
when you play,
when you sing.

And my love is black
when you're not there,
when I lie,
when I fail,
when I'm fake.

And my love is white
when you touch my soul,
when I hear your voice,
when you're my light.

And my love isMy Palette2 years ago in Free Verse

When the moon fell downI'm the sun,
so strong and powerful,
ready to give life,
ready to speak,
ready to call,
ready to sing,
ready to love.

I'm the sun in love wiht the moon.
The glorious, magnanimous,
the biggest.
My rays can touch your face, my dear,
but it seems you need more.
My arms can hug you,
but it seems you need more.
My lips can burn your breasts,
but it seems you need more.

I thought I had you.
I thought you liked my beauty.
I thought we'd meet in the morning.
I thought you needed me.
I thought you felt me.
I thought you cried for me.
I thought I was yours.
I thought you believed me.

Now your voice stopped saying my name.
Now yWhen the moon fell down1 year ago in Free Verse

A blind loveA pure heart
so far from here
and so close.
A beautiful life
to shine and shine
And I'm without you
but you're with me.

A big sun above my head
and my eyes can't see.
Let me imagine the shape of your cheeks.
Let me imagine the colour of your teeth.
Show me how I can live in a world without rainbow.
Teach me how to love something I don't know.

Just my hands stroking your forehead
and my fingers touching your lips can tell me about you.
Your hair is so soft,
it feels like the water of the sea kissing my legs.

There is no day or night to me,
Everything is just ...grey?
Only the sound of your voice
calms down my anxiety to seA blind love2 years ago in Free Verse

Ugly boy in loveI forgot you don't love me.
I forgot all of this dream was only mine.
I forgot you're in the top.
I forgot I'm on the floor.
I forgot who I am.

I'm the ugly boy of the class.
I'm the fatty one.
I'm the loser.
I'm the nerd.
I'm that one that nobody wants in the group.
I'm that silly boy that never learned to stop falling in love.
I'm that boy that always thought a smile of you would mean more than friendship.

I'm that soul that cries in the silence of the night.
I'm that heart that writes your name in a paper
each time your face appears in my mind.
I'm the man that only can kiss your lips on a pic.
I'm that guy that strokes youUgly boy in love1 year ago in Free Verse

Spell of a Swan2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

broken.I miss smiling
I miss not having to force my smile
I miss the long conversations
That happened every day.
I miss looking at you and knowing you were mine
Even if you and I were the only ones who knew.
I miss waiting for your messages
And I loved how they always came
I loved having you there when I cried
I miss having someone to talk to for hours
Even about nothing at all.
I miss having someone tell me they love me
Every time I felt like I wasn't worth anything.
I miss you telling me I was beautiful
But you and I both knew I never believed you
Because if I was as beautiful and wonderful as you told me every day,
Ybroken.2 years ago in Free Verse

f a d i n g m e m o r i e sHave you ever had that annoying feeling, when a memory is partly formed in your mind but not completely there yet? It's sort of like an old and abused photograph--the edges are beginning to fade out, the paper is wrinkled, there might even be a rip or a tear in the last few days of the life of that little cherished photograph, and the tear just keeps ripping farther and farther open until the entire thing rips in two, and then it's unsalvagable. You could spend the time trying to mend it and put the pieces back together, of course, but your fingers would cramp up and get sore and you'd be left with the mess you had made of the remnants of thaf a d i n g m e m o r i e s2 years ago in Short Stories

Four emotions.Stress. Anger. Hate. Guilt.
Four emotions. Can be harmless if controlled or alone.
But if you put them together? They could kill.

Stress.
Ever felt like nothing is going right?
Lying on the floor, staring in the mirror,
looking at your reflection, but you don't like what you see.
Cool tile flooring, but your skin is burning.
Staring at the blank white wall, but you don't see a wall.
What you see, is everything that's gone bad coming back at you, screaming at you in the face. Your head pounds, the feeling of a thousand thoughts threatening to burst out, a thousand emotions at once.
You want to scream and let them out, but the factFour emotions.2 years ago in Free Verse

Greater ExpectationsLove...
This doesn't feel the way I was told it would feel.

There's nothing effortless about it:
Love requires work.

There are no romantic words said in public:
Love doesn't need words.

There's no fluttering of my heart when you're near:
It instead falls into rhythm with yours.

There's none of that "I'd die for you" nonsense:
You already know I wouldn't let you.

But you know what?
I think I rather like this kind of Love,
If that's what this is.

I want to make an effort for you.
I want to love you privately, not for the benefit of others.
I want to feel secure around you.
I want you to live for me
Not die for me.

Who wants Greater Expectations2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Between my sobs.[You were] [happy.] [With everybody else,] [you were] [happy.] [You looked] [happy.] [You seemed] [happy.] [Around me] [that aura] [seemed to] [diminish.] [That smile] [seemed to] [transform] [into a] [thin] [unchanging] [line.] [Those] [candle] [eyes] [that were] [lit] [by the] [match] [of anybody else's] [presence,] [seemed to be] [put out] [by what] [I could only assume] [was the wind] [of mine.] [It's not] [important] [I would] [think,] [admiring your smile] [from a] [mile away,] [but it] [somewhat] [bothered me] [that the] [warmth] [that I] [could sense,] [even from] [how far away] [I] [was standing,] [seemed to go] [cold] [when you] [weBetween my sobs.2 years ago in Letters

Lights, Camera, . . . Tissues?I think the worst feeling

Is telling you "I don't love you"

I think the worst feeling

Is going to be as long as the silence between us

I feel the pain inside

And see the haunting glow in your eyes

It makes me want to take it all back

Pretend I never said a word

I could have just lied

Stabbed you in the back

Instead of in the heart

So rewind that tape

Or delete that scene

Just do a voice over

Fire the faulty actress

Who played the part wrong

She ruined it

Now let's give her an Oscar

For sacrificing her dignity up to this point

Working for the less unfortunate

Settling for the understudy

Now set her . . . well me up for my Lights, Camera, . . . Tissues?2 years ago in Free Verse

When an Angel lovesI don't wanna lose you
but sometimes u seem that far.
I'd like to strecth my arm
and touch the tip of ur fingers
but there is a big wall of glass between us.

I could find another girl
but nobody will be like you,
nobody that sweet,
nobody that kind,
nobody that funny,
nobody that cute,
nobody that smart.

If I only could have you just once
to know how much we love.
If I only could melt in front of your eyes.
If I only could smile seeing ur lips moving
saying my name.
If I only could whisper "I'm yours".
Even I'd be yours if you're not mine
but it seems that an angel can never love.

It seems nobody can destroy this wWhen an Angel loves1 year ago in Free Verse

Letter to a MomI still remember your hand stroking my face.
I still remember when you laughed hard.
I remember you singing those old songs.
You washed my face when I fell down.
You told me how to pray.
You knew me well.
You called me 'son'.

Dear Mom,
I remember you getting angry,
I remember runing away,
I remember those bad days,
When we were so poor,
When Dad was not there,
When you cried,
When you kept silence,
When we needed a home.

Dear Mom,
You never liked my girlfriends,
You never liked my friends.
You said they were bad guys.
You said drugs were not good.
I knew I was rebel.
I knew I made u feel sad.
Sometimes I justLetter to a Mom1 year ago in Free Verse

unfinishdI self-destruct one
fingertip at a time so
I can no longer trace the scar on my spine
that keeps me straight—such
an invasive
procedure –
no more scratching at my back, picking
at the past

the warm, oppressive weight
keeps me still enough for sleep
eyes deep and soft, like snow
an eraser

What would it be like to
breathe you, to
run my fingers through, so
elegantly
disheveled, broken and brutal
beautiful.

please speak legibly, I can't
read you

if I let you, will you stay
if I don't, will you return?unfinishd2 years ago in Free Verse

A Happy OneWhen I awake,
I thank the day.
The Sun smiles at my affection.

I'm alive
and how good it feels
to see my own reflection.

How bad can it be,
when I've sampled the warmth,
of the ever glad Sun?

How could I be sad
with such an approving eye
glancing over what I've done?A Happy One3 years ago in Concrete Poetry

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