This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectat
The rain within...The rain within...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was nothing outside but rain. I stood by the window, counting the drops and wondering just how many fall in between two heartbeats. Clouds were looming over the city, leaving no trace of the blue sky. I knew it must still be out there, just as the Sun is as well, but at this moment, I felt nothing but the rain; saw nothing but the grey.
The world outside didn't seem to care. Occasional bird would still fly between the park and the roofs, looking for food for its young. Branches moved in silence, touched by the cold, merciless wind. Earth itself lived on as if nothing has happened, and that hurt me more than anything else.
I reached in my pocket and took out a framed photo. You smiled gently at me from it, as you always did when our eyes met. I fought the tears swelling up, leaned my forehead against the cold window, trying not to feel the raindrops on the other side of the glass. I followed a single drop, watched it slide down, drawn by invisible but ever present force that ultim
Just A Calamity6.Just A Calamity5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He is not quite sure what to say to her. She is grave as she puts books neatly into boxes, a waterfall of caramel hair obscuring her face. She looks so different now than what has become the usual: sleeves of her fleece jacket rolled up to her elbows, cheeks red and heart thrumming.
She is beautiful, and that is the problem.
He grabs his own box and slowly takes books off the shelves, starting with the short story anthologies in their tattered red sleeves. He hears the skid of cardboard across a dirty floor as she pushes a finished box out of the way.
"I have to go," she says eventually. "I promised Anne that we'd go out to lunch today."
"It's fine." He does not look away from his work. "Thanks for your help, Quinn."
She sighs and stays where she is. She is probably fingering the edge of her uniform skirt or yanking down her fleece's sleeves in order to cover her hands.
"I'm sorry," she whispers eventually. "I ruined everything. You must hate me."
He hesitates and stares at the beat
it was just a jokeHello, my name is Anonymousit was just a joke4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and I am a bully.
I have always been the girl who gets what she wants, especially in high school. I had them all under my finger. Students, staff and the PTA. Then this new girl came to my school, my territory. Her name was Anna.
There was this boy I liked. He was that guy, and he was the one thing I still wanted. I'd had guys but that guy was the one Then Anna came along. I knew, when I saw them together exactly what she was thinking. She liked that guy too.
She was getting in my way. Anna was sweet and charming and such a cutie, that guy was bound to fall for her. I was jealous. I decided to play a joke on her. So one day, while I was sitting next to her in class, I took a pen and wrote SLUT on Anna's arm, where very one could see it. She was shocked, I could see it on her face. She almost cried.
I knew that guy didn't like girls who had been around. I knew that Anna wouldn't get in my way again. But I was wrong. He helped comforted Anna and helped her was
SomeoneI want someone...who wouldSomeone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wake me up in the middle of the night
With a text out of nowhere that says,
'Just letting you know I love you.'
I want someone...who would
Call me beautiful
Without even seeing me that day.
I want someone...who would call me
Just so I would say 'hello'
Because they just wanted to hear my voice.
I want someone who loves rain.
I want someone...who'd kiss my scars.
I want someone who'd tell me they need me
Every single day.
I want someone...to love me.
That's all I want in life...
I want to love and be loved.♥
Nacreous Not RottenJust because you should be working, doesn't mean you have to be working.Nacreous Not Rotten4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We need to breathe, we need to live. We need to hear music as its sweet notes stroke our souls. Sometimes we just need to grab the person nearest to us, swing them round and check what colour their eyes are. There is nothing worse than losing someone and then realising you never knew what colour their eyes were... Nothing.
Sometimes we need to stroll in old churchyards, and scrape aside the ivy on decaying tombstones, so that we can read their messages. Because those words mattered to someone, a long time ago.
Life is for living, not for being trapped in dark rooms
That SmileYour smile is amazing,That Smile4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It can light the darkest night.
The joy it brings to your eyes,
Is a one of a kind sight.
Your eyes always move me,
Almost always make me smile.
I know why I still love you,
Cuz you'll go the extra mile.
Even on a bad day,
That smile can still show.
All you need is a hug and a kiss,
And all your bad feelings go.
You know how to get me to smile,
You continue to stand by my side.
And it seems when I'm with you,
I have nothing to hide.
I love you,
It's all I know I can say.
I hope to continue on our path,
I don't want it another way.
For You, IMCR Dayfor the kids with colored hairFor You, IMCR Day4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the kids with tattoos
for the kids with dreams
for the kids who dedicate themselves to music
for the misfits
for the lonley
for the business casual
for the moms
for the dads
for the brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles
for the ones who get harassed
for the ones that don't want to wear black forever
for the ones that bleed black and cry during classes
for the ones that write on their arms
for the ones that draw on thier math homework
for the chipmunck lovers
for the unicorn lover
for the dog lovers
for the cat lovers
for those with imagination
for those with humor
for those with crafty tendencises
for those who hurt
for those who don't
for those in divorce
for those in a broken home
for those in a prefect home
for the one stuck on the bottom bunk
for the one who won the top bunk
for the ones in summer school
for those who are gone
for those who mourn
for those who love
for those with out love
we gather in concert halls
and in the middle of malls
we hold ou
we can be beautiful.dear you,we can be beautiful.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
here's the thing about me:
i love the rain and singing karaoke and staying up all night. i'm a terrible dancer, but i love dancing anyway. someday, i'm going to learn the names of all the stars and change my name and go barefoot everywhere. i'm going to live in a big city and make cookie dough to eat raw. i love to run and to lie in the grass when it's dewy, and to jump into the cold ocean and freeze my ass off on cloudy days. i hate snow and love quotes, and i plan on dying young and watching my favorite movies over and over while eating rainbow sherbet ice cream and waiting for my toenail polish to dry. if i ever have a son, i plan on naming him jake, and i'm not sure if i ever want to get married. i love new york and the idea of being great. i think words are magical and i'm weird and i don't care.
you should probably know:
i'm not always easy to get along with. i'm argumentative and stubborn and arrogant and afraid. i don't let people get close to me, and if they g
Guilty PleasureBass and heart thumping in unison.Guilty Pleasure5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Charlie Scene screaming at me to go faster.
The red dial taunts me
Everything urges me to go faster.
The music, tonight's theme song, meant to deafen.
The signs, stating the speed limit set well below my level.
The street lamps, a flash and a blur as I pass.
I bask in this.
This undeniable feeling.
These darkened surroundings
where I near 200,
and my fingers caress the wheel approvingly.
taken at just under 100,
the stomp of my foot,
and the satisfying squeal of tires as I drift around the ignored stop sign.
The frightened moon,
EL SOMBREROThere once was a man who lived in a hut. His name was Thanatos. He collected an assortment of things, but his most prized collection was his hat collection. Thanatos would often just stare of his hat collection in awe, take outstanding care of them, brush off the dust that would fall on them, and would never ever wear them because, then, he might get hair on them, dry skin or head lice.EL SOMBRERO4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day he went out to town to further expand his collections which were threatening to spill out of his small adobe and had already taken his bed. He now had to sleep by standing upright in the corner of the room, and that wasn't very comfortable, to say the least. But he didn't care. His collections were his life and nothing else seemed to matter to him, not even his health. That was why he had only eaten grass for years, not even caring that they had stained his teeth a bright green.
Thanatos came upon a new shop on the outs
The Night Before: Ch. 1I had a crush on my best friend.The Night Before: Ch. 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I don't mean crush in the elementary school kind of way, either. I mean I really was in love with this kid. The thing is, that's a problem. A real bad problem. For one thing, he was straight. I really should have known, he was been my best friend for too many years to count. And that brings he to the second problem. He's been my friend since...forever. If things didn't work out...or if I even told him that all might change, and that was not a risk I really wanted to take.
It really started back in the eighth grade, well, that's when I started to notice something was...you know...different. About how I felt towards guys in general, really, but especially towards my best friend. That threw me into a whole world of awkward and so for the four consecutive years of high school I was always quiet, just in the background. Not that it bothered me any. He was the social butterfly, so to speak. He really did light up a room. And, of course, the ladies swooned. Ap
AlwaysMaybe it's just because he's stubborn, or maybe it's because he'll end up being reminded of that day, back when they were children. Either way, Duncan has always kept his promises. Always.Always5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It doesn't matter if it's something as stupid as; "I promise I won't laugh." when she announces that the hairdresser made a mistake while giving her a trim. She removes the paper-bag she'd childishly pulled over her head, to reveal her hair that is much too short now, which she believes makes her look like a guy. His lip twitches, hinting a smile, but he doesn't laugh. However, his comment still leaves her fuming. "You might wanna consider putting that paper-bag back on, Sweetheart."
Or, if it's something as huge as; "I promise I won't break your heart, Courtney." the night she cries on his shoulder, sobbing about how her Parent's are getting a divorce, and that they're relationship might just end up the same way, if they decide to get married, one day.
The thought of prom
The LiarsThe LiarsThe Liars2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
As you stand with your friends and family you appear to be a normal being. A being with hope, love and support from everyone you touch. Your life appears to be of the greatest caliber. Your lovely shine was a beautiful radiance that no one could walk away from. For anyone near or far to see that shine of yours was a privilege that could never be squandered. You dress correctly, act correctly, you were a flawless piece of eternity within the history of others. And to those others, you will remain that way. They are caught within that radiant light; no matter what anybody else thinks, you will be a light to most far and beyond.
But… what becomes of the rest? Of the ones the light shied away from. From the people who you believed to be the enemy? Come now try to remember the time you pulled the knife to that child’s throat. Oh you don’t remember? But I do because I was that child. How about when I was called fat and ugly in front of all your friends and you
A Year Spent DeadSeptemberA Year Spent Dead4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glowing, laughing, living, breathing. Beneath the falling autumn leaves I walk and just think. I think about how wonderful life is. Because it's great.
There's a new kid in school but everybody picks on him. I don't know what to do because I myself have never been picked on.
So, after much contemplation, I stand forward and say, 'Hey. Stop that.'
After having defended the new boy I now know how it feels to be bullied. Only no one comes to my rescue. That other boy left weeks ago.
But the abuse is just verbal. I can cope with verbal.
Once it was verbal, however now it is not. But they only batter me lightly, we're all boys, it won't kill me. They won't kill me.
Or will they? They nearly did, I think. I may already be dead. I do not know. Not anymore. One day, after school whilst walking across the field, it happened.
First the names.