Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pa
100ThemesChallenge - Two RoadsYou are well within your rights, at any moment, to stand up and say, "No, this is not who I am. I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone I'm not."100ThemesChallenge - Two Roads2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You can make the world more beautiful by simply refusing to lie about it.
Breathe.One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Breathe.2 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!"
Smiley ManThere are those stories in the papers where a person has died and their pets have eaten their faces off, and everyone's always so disgusted by the dear trusted pet eating their owner, (how can you blame the animal? It's efficient.) Sometimes the owner isn't actually dead, they've just passed out, so they wake up and have no lips, and they look like they're grinning. Like a skull.Smiley Man3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My childhood Smiley Man was like that, but no eyelids either. He looked like a skull, in that way, except he had eyes and there was skin on his face, just not over his teeth. And all he ever did, really, was chase. So I'd run, and I'd think I'd have got away, but he
Once Upon This WorldOnce upon this world, I was asleep. Asleep and content, blissful unawareness had overtaken me and I loved it. Once upon this world I saw what I wanted, however briefly, it was no less mine. Once upon this world, there was nothing that could make me happier than time cast into oblivion carelessly abandoned in the ether. Once upon this world, I woke up.Once Upon This World6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She Was a Stormcloudshe was a stormcloud, and you loved her,She Was a Stormcloud1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the two of you took walks and wore
nothing but promises,
broken chains and
strands of pinkish pearls.
and the two of you kissed under trees that attracted silver lightning
(metal branches scraped the sky, and you, always faithful,
tipped your coat over her head to keep her dry.)
but she never stayed that way.
in an instant, she had whirled into the rain
and danced without clothes,
and she left you
with the pain of frostbite on your naked skin
where you trusted her to kiss you warm,
and you thought you heard her laughter
when the sun came out again the
1: Introduction"Your name?"1: Introduction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"German father, American mother."
"None. I am a single child."
The cold eyes of the gray coated man rest on my face, his pen hesitating on the paper. I shrink under that gaze, fearing it for some reason and yet . . . I still want to pass this test. This simple little test and I don't know why it's so important. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know where I am . . . who was this man again? He taps the pen on his tablet, sighs, and scribbles something down before continuing.
You'll Think of MeI like to pretendYou'll Think of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you still listen
To each word I choose
With careful precision,
Harboring them in your heart,
For a less complicated tomorrow.
Tin ManYou're slick in my veins, andTin Man2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slick on my skin
And boy, you move so smooth
For a man made out of tin
The curving of your lips
When they travel down my spine
The warm acceptance of your arms
And how our fingers intertwine
Yes, you're so slick
And so eager to please
And I'm so young
And so easy to tease
It's not hard to make me shiver
Tracing my skin beneath your thumb
Your real art is wrecking me for others;
Their soft caresses leave me numb
Oh yes, my slick tin man,
You got me where it hurt
Make me wonder endlessly
While I'm lying in the dirt
Wonder what it is in you
That keeps you seeming sweet
Wonder how, if you're so
****5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a poor champion
for this summer-born body,
Yet ,I know his chill kiss
sires the green of spring.
January is the cruelest month.
I have been a fool.
He loves me not.
I love him still.
© L. L. Kelly 2012
She Cries ContentI am countingShe Cries Content1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
wishing wells, practicing
my thesis for every shooting star
in my mirror.
I have to admit, I
don't know what I want,
so I paper-punch holes in your
sky to replace the supernovas I
stole. I needed them
We are unsure,
perforated lovers at perpendicular
angles. All our reasons are
agree that we probably
shouldn't observe them.
I find it funny
that Euler's formula was considered
a jewel when it fails
to count our
cruel edges and
double-faces. I can't use
numbers to solve our mystery,
a still painting of
blindness. You see me
as on a distinct, sep
SmileYou must be tired from your walk; come closerSmile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to Granny. The forest isn't for little girls
to wander. I must have a talk with your mother.
Well, let's see what she made me. What? You made
it all? Why, you're just getting more and more talented!
Picking perfect fruit is difficult you know. Just look
at how shiny this red apple is! I can see my own face.
Take a look. Go on, don't be shy. Good girl. Look
how pretty you are. Smile. That red coat goes very nicely
with that pretty blonde hair of yours. Where did you get that
blonde hair from? Not from me. But Granny made that coat
for you, remember? Of course you do. And you baked
23. CatA cat goes missing23. Cat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because her sister has passed
And she has nothing left to hug
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 More Like This
59. CensoredWhen I was born you loved me59. Censored2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
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
Do Not DisturbYou know, there's nothing more tempting than a closed door.Do Not Disturb2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
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 darkness3 -- Light2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Breathe"I'm very sorry."Breathe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"There's nothing to be done."
"She's going to die."
"Would you like to say goodbye?"
27. ForeignThe extent of my knowledge of French is as follows:27. Foreign2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Bonjour," I say.
"Bonjour," they reply. "Comment t'allez-vous?"
"Shit," I say. "I don't know what comes next."
Likewise, my knowledge of a different foreign language:
"I love you," I say.
"I love you too," they reply.
"Shit," I say. "What comes next?"
100ThemesChallenge - AcidYou were acid through my blood.100ThemesChallenge - Acid2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
100themes38: AbandonedHe doesn't know why he did it. Maybe it was for the bragging rights. Maybe it was because he wanted to know what everyone was so afraid of. Maybe it was because he wanted to prove how brave he was. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because of a little ghost girl, and a years-ago game of tag in the woods.100themes38: Abandoned3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Whatever the reason behind it was, he's beginning to be not entirely sure that breaking into a supposedly haunted abandoned insane asylum was a very good idea.
For one thing, the place seems as if it's near to falling apart. The floor creaks under his feet, and the brickwork of the walls crumbles away as he runs his fingers along them. There's t
Little Green MonsterThere was a little girlLittle Green Monster2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a very little heart
And a fragile little body
Always falling apart
In the very little heart
Deep inside this little child
There was a creature growing
A villain oft reviled
This creature features heavily
In many a sorrowful verse
It ruins the very best of men
Imagine what it does for the worse
And it grew inside this little girl
Creeping slowly through
And once she realized what it'd done
There was nothing she could do
Her little heart no longer pumped
With blood of a rosy red
Green film coagulated in her veins
And poisoned her young, pretty head
And the little green monster
Finally took black
MemoryWe were children,Memory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Playing as children do.
Sneaking letters across rumbling classrooms,
And gently teasing
As friends do.
We were children,
Playing tag as children do:
Brushing lightly and giggling softly,
And playing hearts
As innocent lovers do.
We were children,
Loving, though not in love.
Sharing shy kisses of affection
And loving each other
As friends do.
We are grown
And grown apart.
But I love you still.
And I always will.
Being with youIt could be better.Being with you1 year 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.