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 almond-shaped eyes that was painfully shy (at this point, my little sister would exclaim that it was me, for I did have red hair and I never spoke more than I needed too). My cousins and I would ask for our personal favorite stories about this little red-haired girl. My favorite was told like this:
The child's family had moved from England to Germa
Being with youIt could be better.Being with you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Your hair can dance
and your smile can heal my heart.
You already know what I'm gonna say.
You know the colour of my thoughts.
You know my past, you know my goals.
You know my fears.
You know my love, my dreams, my faults.
You paint my life wiht your kisses.
You draw a landscape on my chest
everytime you stroke my feelings,
everytime you touch my cheeks.
You have me in yo
Breaking upSo unfair, you say.Breaking up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 say I'm cruel.
Don't say I lied.
Don't say you'll die
if I leave you,
if I stop calling you "my life",
if I see you for last time,
if I go and you're not there,
if a 'bye'
is the worst word I can say.
I'll understand if you don't want to hug me.
I'll understand if you don't want to take my hand.
I'll understand everything you do
'cause you know that you lost me.
A blind loveA pure heartA blind love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 see you,
my anxiety to live.
Your hands on my face tells me how pretty you are.
Your body warming my heart says how much you love this blind man.
Your eyes...your eyes, I can't talk about them
But I guess they're just wonderful
like a kind of Heaven waiting for me.
If my soul knew what is red or blue
I'd paint you in each centimeter of my skin.
If your tears had a colour
When an Angel lovesI don't wanna lose youWhen an Angel loves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 wall
between you and me.
They say if an angel kiss a woman he'd die.
But for a kiss of yours I'd do it,
just for feeling your fingers stroking my hair,
just for feeling ur head resting on my chest,
just for feeling your weak body in my arms.
I'd quit to my life for you
and thousand times more
You're my melodyDance with me!You're my melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 no black keys on my piano
'cause I'm your keys
and only your fingers can play me
when you love me
when you live
when you exist.
Ugly boy in loveI forgot you don't love me.Ugly boy in love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 your cheeks on my pillow.
And I dream of you.
Everything is perfect there.
I'm that good looking man you want.
You hold my hand
and it's not me whom looks at you,
it's you whom looks at me.
And I don't need words to say "I love you"
'cause my eyes sing it.
And I think of you.
God knows how much I think of you.
Maybe you just think of me for mistake.
Maybe you just do
Breathe.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Breathe.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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!"
Unknown LoveWhere are you?Unknown Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
Show me the wind.
Show me your soul.
Show who I am.
Show who you are.
They told me I'd find you,
but it seems too far.
It seems I've lost my voice
and you can't hear,
It seems I've done all that I could
and you never existed
and you'll never exist.
But I still have a hope.
If you're there, my unknown love,
You have here a poor heart,
you have here a lil song,
you have here a
ScribeNothing was, for nothing was written. Beings came and went, yet lived not, and nothing was anything, for names could not stick to the fabric of history. At first, all who existed were content with the transient nature of their lives, but soon there came a time when the desire to remain, to endure, burned bright within the hearts of all creatures. While they lived their temporary lives and searched for a way to weave them permanently into the tapestry of the world, the gods and goddesses responsible for that world watched them closely. Closely, that is, unless necessity turned their focus to each other.Scribe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are certain of this?" Ra clicked his beak in agitation, and he gripped the arms of his throne to keep from raking his fingers through his plumage. He fixed his golden eyes on the dark muzzle of his messenger.
"I am," came the curt reply of Anubis. His voice never wavered, but the way his ears lay flat against his narrow skull betrayed his unease. Ra made note of it with
Fallen AngelI saw You.Fallen Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The last time you called my name
I was falling.
They cut my wings and I kissed the earth.
I tried to look up at you
and they closed the door,
they tied my freedom.
And I thought I'd be free.
Nobody knew me here.
People treated me like a piece of paper,
where nobody wants to draw.
I wished my wings so bad
but they wouldn't grow back again,
I wouldn't be able to fly,
I wouldn't be able to save,
I wouldn't be able to help.
Your Mother stroked my face
thinking I'd go back asking for mercy.
Your Brothers showed me their hands to hold me,
but my darkness didn't let me see their hearts.
I tried to find human affection
and they played with my intentions,
they made me mad, they broke my eyes
and I only saw the pain of my selfish.
I dreamed of days when we loved,
I remembered your voice
treating me like a son.
I wanted to feel again the pureness of my lips.
But I was there, alone, begging for a kiss.
Women gave me passion
and I could touch a kind of Heaven
but the fire of my chest dis
My PaletteMy love is like a paletteMy Palette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
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 is you
when you're mine,
when I'm yours.
Fill my palette with your days.
Be the colour of my life.
Be my sun.
Be my faith.
Maybe I'll love youThere you areMaybe I'll love you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting down, trying to say much
and saying nothing,
you look at me
and I don't know what to say to dry your tears.
You avoid me
and look at me again.
I hold my face to don't fall.
And you press your lips
'cause you don't wanna hurt me.
I never abandoned you,
just love dies
when you have no place where to hold.
I never left you alone,
you were whom forgot
past doens't exist and future is no real.
No, I didn't play with you;
but I look at your face and you're not convinced.
What do you want me to do, rebuilding everything?
Are you going to love me more than you didn't love me?
And you cry and keep silence.
And you wonder why I don't cry
And I know it
I know a broken heart doesn't cry,
broken and hard, that got tired of looking at your eyes waiting,
tired of thinking: "maybe she'll change".
Maybe I would have to change
Maybe we would have,
Forgive me, maybe tomorrow it won't hurt that much.
I know you won't kiss me or hug me for last time.
I don't know howI could count eighty seconds in a minuteI don't know how3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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,
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 friend,
then I can't insist.
I really believed you thought of me
everytime I had to go.
I really thought you needed me so much when you cried,
when I stroked your cheeks.
I thought you were my soulmate,
my dream, my girl, my all.
I might say sixty times 'I love you'
and you wouldn't move a finger for me.
I might give you the sky
and you wouldn't fly over my clouds.
Stroking your nameI feel you when you're not hereStroking your name4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I love you when my soul cries
But I find you in my mind
And my lips feel alive
when they say your name,
without voice, without breath
Trying to don't cry,
Trying to believe,
That you were not a dream,
That you lived in my life,
That I'm yours,
That you're real,
That my love is not a lie,
That you need me,
That you're here.
You're here, but I can't hold you.
You smile, but I can't kiss you.
You cry, but I can't console you.
You speak, but I can't hear you,
Cause' your name is on my wall
And that's all that I have
Cause' I'm in jail,
Cause' I'm alone
And every letter is your hands,
Every letter is your lips,
Every letter is your smile,
Every letter is your soul.
And I just can't stroke them
As if they were your cheeks
and I see your eyes
and you look at me
and I just can cry
Cause' you're not here
Cause I'm alive
But this is not life,
Loving a shadow,
Loving a dream,
Feeling the coldness of this wall.
Feeling your lips kissing the bricks,
Feeling my sa
When the moon fell downI'm the sun,When the moon fell down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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,
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 your hands can't stroke my hair when I sleep.
Your heart is far,so far from me.
And I'm far from you,
but I never left,
I never quit.
I never put my heart in other hands
'cause you were my life,
You were my soul, you were my eyes,
a lovely dream,
You meant everything to me,
each day, each night,
each word I say was so true.
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 City4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I Get Mad."I get mad." she saysI Get Mad.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But her room is perfect
And her parents tell
Of a sweet-tempered angel
"But when I get mad...I don't smash things. Or yell."
She rolls up her sleeves.
Soft, porcelain skin
Marred with red, ragged lines
"Only sometimes.." she whispers
But it seems too much
To be nothing
Like she claims
Dying slowly.Why?Dying slowly.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One minute we were laughing.
On our first date,
You gave me butterflies,
Our first kiss
Sticks in my mind,
Reminding me of how we once were
Not a care for anything,
Eyes only for each other.
Laying in the park
My eyes watering half from
The smell of fresh grass
Half from laughing at your jokes...
Now my eyes water
But not from grass or jokes
We are not who we once were-
Something has changed.
Innocence is lost,
And we're to blame.
We fight and argue-
Only to make up again.
But each time we do
It's like we leave part of us
We still say we're in love,
But maybe we've forgotten
What love is.
The important question is:
Do we want to remember?
Passion for Art'Passion', I use to hear this word from lips of people that love what they do, from people that work hard, from people with ideals. They don't need to look weird or fantastic, wise or intelectual, they are just normal people. People that are in love with their work.Passion for Art3 years ago in Personal More Like This
'Passion', like when we drew for first time, when we were kids taking a notebook trying to fill these pages with our heroes, the things we wanted, we dreamed, our house, our family, our pets, etc.
'Passion' like first time somebody broke our heart and just a piece of paper and a pencil could console us. Like when our parents argued and we felt so frustrated having nothing to do just to define our rage in some doodles.
It's like something that comes from us without asking for permission, it just appears and burns, we don't search for it, it is something that we "suffer" but is according to our actions, our work, our effort. it is stimulated for the things that move us.
I hated art many times and I loved
The Stopping of TimeTimeThe Stopping of Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For no one
Red and salt, but not from the same area
This can either be sex
Red welts rising on the skin
From the water
-ing on skin
Red splotches covering the skin
From the scrubbing
"You've been so quiet lately."
"Are you alright?"
"Your grades are dropping."
"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
"What happened to your boyfriend?"
They don't try to talk anymore
Everyone is gone
No point in them staying
No use in them pretending
No one likes a whore
You chose sex. So it wasn't rape.
So you wanted it.
And the nightmare continues
Oh, god, the nightmares
You're always running-
But you can never escape the MoNsTeR
A Mother's LetterDear Son,A Mother's Letter3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm afraid it's just as bad
as was reported -
that your Uncle Sven has been deported
for unspeakable crimes
with the neighbor's cat.
Also, you should know that
your fiance was found undressed
with your sister's boyfriend, Fred -
no one but the family knows.
I hope this letter finds you well.
Oh, I forgot to tell you
that your father has to sell
his gun collection
to make bail
for Uncle Tim,
whose chasing tail
will be the death of him.
And your sister, Alice,
has grown so thin.
We think it's all that heroin
they laced the Girl Scout cookies with
(it's just an urban myth
that they're a leftist group).
Your Auntie Kate has found a hobby -
collecting body parts in jars
(we hope they are not ours -
your brother has been missing
since last Wednesday.)
They had to have your cousin, Gwendolyn, committed.
She'd been appearing so dimwitted
lately at her job
and there was that messy little incident
involving her and the company president
(something about a prostitution ring in Mexico).
Tied LoveI wanna taste you with a kissTied Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna feel the flavour of your dreams
when my lips rub yours.
The tip of your nose touching mine says: I feel you
and I love you
and I need you.
Then I smell you
it's like opening a window in the middle of a field in Spring.
And the clouds call you from the sky
and I hold you tight.
And the sun calls you from the sky
but I hold u tighter.
And the sky calls you
and I hold you tightly.
And the stars call you
and I tie my hands to yours.
And the planets from Mars until Pluto call you
and I tie my waist to yours.
The whole universe call you
and I tie my feet to the ground.
The angels call you
and I tie my heart to your soul.
And then the gods call you
and I tie my soul to your lips.
Then the God of gods calls you
and I tie my life to ur life.
and u bring me to God.
I wake up
and you're looking at me laying,
my eyes closed,
a flower on my chest;
your dress is black
but not your heart,
only the death could separate us.
i promisei know i'm different. i know i mess up. i know i'm a bit of a fuck up. i know my opinions stand a bit stronger than others. i know i can be highly confusing.i promise4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
but one thing i know for sure beyond anything else is that i love you.
you, my dear sweet emily, who means the world to me. i made promises to you that i plan to keep. you don't deserve anymore pain. you don't deserve to feel broken anymore. i want you. i need you.
you are my angel, my sunshine, my sweetness...all i want is you. i want to be able to repair your heart and erase your scars. i will be there for you as soon as i can be, i promise. i am proud to be yours and be in love with you. i hope someday soon i can hold you for real while we watch our childhood favorites giving each other popcorn and sneaking kisses. i want to meet all our friends and let them get to know me and hopefully like me. i want to hear you sing, to me and only me...we just need to keep being patient.
i just want you to know you are the best thing that's
JewelBreathing like an ill,Jewel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doubting about all,
Searching for a love,
Claiming for a soul.
A soul to admire,
A soul to feel,
A soul to smile,
A soul to live.
A dream that I lost,
A dream that I found,
A sun, a star, a god,
A voice, a name, a song.
Confused in loves,
Wanting hearts I can't reach,
Holding winds with my hands,
Crying much without tears.
And you called me.
And you stroked my face
like a quiet morning,
like a piece of bread on the lips of a pauper,
like the moon,
like the sea.
And you played a melody without music.
And you sing.
And you painted my faith.
And you draw.
You showed me a new colour.
You gave me a new world,
A beautiful one,
A world bringing your name.
A world to be mine.
Where were you, my most wonderful prayer?
Who sent you to me?
Why are you an angel I can't love?
You're like a jewel,
like a bit of fire in my Winter,
like a bit of gold on my crown,
the crown of a kingdom that is dead,
the crown of a Kingdom that I lost.
Let me d