it's raining in our hearts.four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into. your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt the most beautiful thing id ever seen since that would never count for anything. i wanted to pretend like this wasnt perfect since that tends to be so short-lived. but it was beautiful and perfect as you parted your lips and let your heart sing. it was raining outside when you said you loved me.it's raining in our hearts.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a week a
Music GirlMusic Girl10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the music rescue you;
Flight for life when you're feeling blue.
On the dark side of the rainbow,
Black's the only hue.
Take a supernatural starship
To the heavens up above.
Through a lipstick sunset
With the person that you love.
Your music is what carries you
To another place in time;
No one seems to understand,
It's the lyrics not the rhyme.
Share with me your loneliness,
I'll help you if I can.
If only I were there with you.
I'd be your Music Man.
– Tom Wilcox 09/29/96
Five - 6 chapterFive - 6 chapter4 years ago in Romance More Like This
His head is resting softly against my shoulder, his hand lying on my thigh. Needing something to hold on to, even in his sleep. He breathes quietly against my neck. His warm breathing tingling my skin. It feels almost comfortable sitting right there with him sleeping on my shoulder. But I'd rather have him sleep in a bed, though, where he can for once just sleep.
I wouldn't know how to handle a stranger in my apartment, if it weren't for the fact that he was fast asleep on my couch. Normally when someone falls asleep on my couch, I let him or her sleep on it. I'm living by the rule of; your fault that you fell asleep on my not-so-comfortable sofa. But not this time, my rule seems to be the one to break.
So instead of gliding smoothly away from him and trow him a blanket, I slowly take a hold under his knees and his back. Lifting him off the sofa with ease. Not that I would have thought he was a heavy person, his bone structure is far too feminine for that. But the way he seems to weigh
blue morningsholding outblue mornings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
impossibly bated breath
blue like the morning
as it touches the canvas
of your sheets,
billows of cloud
this is not what
i asked for.
i never said
i needed more
than a hand to hold,
for you to touch my heart;
you lent me your body
and a person
much more than is sure
as the stars.
(as though the certainty
of those celestial jewels
that you were less afraid.
burning like a forest fire,
sinks its teeth
into your copper skin,
reflective and deep;
you touch me too tenderly
for me to believe
that i am just an embellished vessel-
you speak to me too softly
for me to believe
that you don't feel at least
half of what i do.
i need words-
less poetic than a letter,
but more honest than one as well-
written on my wrists
so that when i look at my hands
you can't give yourself
what you want most,
or why i am able,
to wrap you in my arms,
too pale for an
Not in this LightNot in this lightNot in this Light4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skin falls pale
Nothing left to hide
Death surrounds my graying lips
Nothing left of life inside
My eyes turn to black
No expression on my face
Just an empty stare into the sky
Just an empty soul in an empty place
No lips that part in silent prayer
I have had my fill, I have had my share
The sun rises over me
Powerless to possess
Powerless to inspire
Passing from the west to east
Into the earth, the final leaf
Into the night.
I am through with the shining, expected from the weak
The strength I gave in spite of you, is no longer left inside of me
A stranger to myself
I don't know you anymore
I will never see you again..
Not through these eyes
Not in this light.
But I knowI say I know emptinessBut I know4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But still, you trust me not
I say I could understand
But it's you the fear has caught
I say I remember loneliness
But you say I can not know
For it's not how we were brought up
But how we learned to grow
I say I know there's hope
But still you can't believe
You never stop thinking
That someday I will leave
I say I would not leave you
But you say you know I lied
I plead for you to listen
But that part of you has died
::Invisible::We are not who we were before.::Invisible::4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are ignorant of my existance,
locked away in your newfound world.
Not smiling at me, like you used to.
I am voiceless, unable to call your name.
I am broken, but you can't mend me.....
Not when I'm invisible.
Do you still--think you got the best of me?Do you still--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
assume i'm still crying over glass pieces of my heart?
believe i'll never be the same again?
because i'll be better.
feel like i want you back?
just to show you how unbroken i am.
think i need you like i used to?
assume that i'll still be waiting under a rainy sky with unread letters?
believe i'm only a reader who gave up writing for you?
because i'm better than before.
feel like i don't mean a word i say?
it's because you never knew me.
MasksWhen a smile is a frownMasks4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And a frown is a smile,
The eyes we must crown
For relinquishing wile,
When a laugh is a tear
And a tear holds no pain,
Will fear fear to fear
And fearfully abstain?
When the act is the truth
We've lied to believe,
And the fable in sooth
Is but a peerless weave,
When each mortal mistake
Is a tale and a song
And the scriptures are fake
Or perhaps they're wrong,
When the mind is the eye
That sees the outside
But shame, it's too shy
Of the tongue which has lied,
When the answers are easy
To the questions unknown,
Do you not feel queasy
Of how little we've grown?
When acceptance is feigning
For it keeps us alive
Like sunshine to greenlife
On deceit we thrive,
When certainty is in doubt
And fiction is a fact,
The truth may come out
But is it ever intact?
When can mere candor
Hold its frail fort,
When all this slander
Plays such a good sport,
When can we speak without a plan
And in our authenticity bask,
When the mask becomes the man?
Or when the man becom
unexpected three wordsAs your breath rushes past my neck,unexpected three words7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart pounds out of time.
Laying in yours arms, pure joy,
Our body warmth entwined.
Your searching hands find refuge,
Amongst my sullen face.
My eyes sparkle readily,
Your lips closing the space.
Lungs failing, so out of breath,
The most gentlest kiss of all.
Moving down from my lips,
Brushing across my jaw.
And to my ear you whisper,
Three words I could never expect
were just friends you mumble,
My heart takes in the reject.
Love me?I'm lonely.Love me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bed is empty.
My heart is broken.
My life is shattered.
My will is broken.
Pick me up?
I'm so lonely; please, love me?
Because I love you...
old and time-weathered soul.Emily liked to imagine that she was from a different time.old and time-weathered soul.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d sit on her bed and smooth out the covers, fold the sheets with crisp lines and perfect, symmetrical shapes. She’d place the chipped tea cup on the bookshelf and push back the linen curtains. But she would never open her eyes. No, you see, because if she did, she would have to see the traffic that buzzed like summer bees below her and the water stain dripping down the side of her window. She’d have to admit that outside, reality was not what she wished, and, frankly, she wasn’t ready to stop pretending.
So, instead, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She imagined that beyond the four walls she called home, there were open moors and grass that swept against ankle and calf and then inner knee. She imagined that trees draped over the sides of a porch and that her Labrador was free to run amongst the unfenced wild yonder. She imagined gentle whickering coming from the n
The Ancient's Passion: War Lord To War LadyThe Ancient's Passion: War Lord To War LadyThe Ancient's Passion: War Lord To War Lady4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Honey, I loved you before you were beautiful.
And you loved me before I was dutiful.
He loves you not for who you are.
Not for your lovely flaws and scars.
But he loves you're so call perfection,
You got when you became his reflection.
You were a warrior once,
Now you're just a series never ending fronts.
Do you now live for money and fashion?
Even as you forget passion?
We raced across the wild wood,
Doing things we didn't know we could.
Together; We learned how to fly,
Until you left and emptied the sky.
Together; We learned how to fight,
Until you disappeared and emptied the night.
Together; We taught each other how to love,
Until you vanished as if I'm something to be ashamed of.
Together we grew, together we conquered,
But when halves are split, both are tortured.
We were never gentle, everything rough and sharp as spurs.
We never needed to be, as strong as we were.
We were iron, blood and wine
Back then, as ancients, that was fine.
Honey and the BeeHoney and the Bee4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My back against the tree,
as I sit here and watch,
and the Bee.
Come back It was still dark outside, and there wasn't any noise which could disturb the silence of the cold morning. But despite this, there was someone who wasn't sleeping, someone who, in fact, hadn't slept at all in the whole night. A tall figure could be seen lying still on his wooden bed, his blue eyes wide open, dark rings under them. The boy sat up and messed up his red hair, frustrated, gazing out of the window. Shell Cottage had a beautiful, quiet landscape, which made him feel even guiltier, if that was possible. There had been many weeks already, and he still didn't know how to come back. He bit his lip and punched the pillow, feeling angrier at himself as the minutes passed. Memories of the last few days wandered in his mind like an old movie; the Snatchers, Bill's disappointed, but always supportive look, Fleur's quiet understanding His own words, full of rage, and Harry's expression when he left was just He had betrayed his bestCome back4 years ago in Drama More Like This
perish.perish.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Recollect the thoughts
for the paralyzed minds lost
to the imagined dilemmas
given by the hands from the devil.
though i get lonely
s l o w l y .
make no sound
lie awake sleeping
quietly loud while
the rest are nosily silent
imagined dangers creep
but its all an illusion
distorted reality is all
as the world spins
or perhaps the world
was left in the dark, to decay
rot in its own despair
I'd like to set the world
ablaze, to perish in its
futile flames forever.
maybe then, there will
light to illuminate the
crimes gone unnoticed.
heart of my heart.when the sky is high and the ocean is deep; when the wind is singing and the stars are sighing; when the trees are whispering secrets of life into open ears and when the soil is warming under the waking sun: these are the moments in which i know. these are the moments in which i can tell. it is the moment between the silence and the breath between the words. it is the moment when time suspends and the pencil stills and the sentences don't flow, but rather clog and jam and fold unto themselves so that they are impossible to pick apart and understand.heart of my heart.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
these are the moments in which i know.
it is the moment when you first wake and your first motion isn't to stretch or yawn or awaken your slumbering muscles, but rather to pull me closer into the radiating heat of your chest. it is the moment when the afternoon has stilled and the noise has muted and in the middle of the mundane normalcy you look my way and somehow turn the most ordinary of minutes into something more. it is the moment that
Please, Save MePlease, save mePlease, Save Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going under
Please, save me
I'm drowning in my tears
Please, save me
I'm not gonna make it
Please, save me
I don't want to lose this battle
Please, save me
But you ignored my plea
Please, save me
You left me for dead
Please, don't save me
For this time, I will save myself
To.Seek.A.Voice.XIV: LOVE III hearTo.Seek.A.Voice.XIV: LOVE II4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ones the heart
guides it tones
silence shivers in his throne
Running away from realityRunning away from reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look me in the eyes
And with complete confidence
Tell me that you understand.
Know what I've been through,
Know how I feel,
Somehow these words only cause pain.
The butterflies from long ago
Have awoken, deep inside,
Only this time in a new form.
Along with clouds of fear,
And drops of anxiety,
stronger as the heartbeats get faster,
for it is the beginning of a storm.
Should I trust a stranger
That knows me so well
And jump into the water,
Even though I can drown
In a lake of confusion
Where my mind will eventually shatter,
Or should I run away, And wait for the one
That will wake the butterflies once again,
This time gently, without scaring them away,
Being able to bring the rainbow ,
With no need of rain?
As I look in the mirror the rainbow fades,
All I can see is gray.
Forgotten dream that never came true,
Got washed away, in a river of words ,
That I will never be able to say.
Battle ScarsThe castle was in ruins. The Great Hall still smoked slightly from the battle that had only ended a few hours ago.Battle Scars5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The people that remained in the Great Hall weren't in much better shape than the Hall itself. Those lost in battle were still laid out, surrounded by their loved ones, still raw with the pain of such brutal losses.
At one end of the Hall, the Weasleys were gathered around Fred's lifeless body save for his twin George, who had excused himself to take a walk. By this point, the loud, desperate sobs had been reduced to silent tears streaming down the faces of the family. Mrs. Weasley had wrapped herself around her daughter, whom she had almost lost. Ginny did not object to the embrace, even though her grip was painfully tight.
Ginny suddenly felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned around, thinking it was Harry, but instead saw Luna standing behind her. Her bright blonde hair was a little more disheveled than usual and she sported a few cuts and bruises on her ar