A Dream that Nearly Killed MeI had a dream last night that there were these huge stairs suspended above dark water. I was climbing up them, or maybe down (I don't remember exactly which). But no matter how long I walked I didn't seem to be getting higher or lowerit was as if these stairs had never-ending steps.
As I was walking, a boy appeared out of nowhere in my path, startling me so much that I fell. I tried to catch myself on the railings, but they seemed to be made out of air and I found myself slipping right through them into the dark water below. I barely had time to scream.
The water swallowed me and pulled me down into its murky depths. Above, I could see a light, the rays broke through the surface and I could almost feel their warmth. I struggled with all my energy to swim, to pull myself out, but my body felt so heavy. Instead of rising, I began to sink. That's when I noticed the chains, rusty-links wrapped around my ankles tugging me further away from the beautiful light, down, down, down into th
The Dream That Never WasI will not be here long dear, but I have to knowThe Dream That Never Was3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are your eyes always such a melancholy green?
All faded and weathered, drained and worn
You say you have troubles,
My dear boy,
Do you know?
You are not alone
As the rain cascades down your window
And the thunder shakes your splintered floorboards
I sing you a soft lullaby
Timidly, I touch your hair
Day-old stubble lightly grazes my fingertips
And I watch you breathe
I hear you sigh
You whisper that I am beautiful
And I almost believe you
You tell me you're so tired,
So exhausted that you could close your melancholy eyes
And sleep, sleep forever
Because wakefulness seems a misuse of time
Of precious dreaming
My darling boy,
Do you not know?
You are a dream
Something Loved Something LostYou told me once, that you were never sure if you really loved something until you lost it.Something Loved Something Lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Did that include me?]
I don't think you really lost me, though--I lost you.
I lost the only person that made sense in my life, the only one who knew more about me than myself.
I lost my world.
And it wasn't until it completely stopped spinning that I noticed anything was different.
[You had me fooled, didn't you?]
Remember the way I laughed when you told me I was beautiful?
I laughed because I didn't believe you.
But I also laughed out of pure joy--I had never felt so alive in my life as I had in that one moment.
That's the kind of girl I am, you see.
I am a girl who can find a million beautiful things about everyone else, but nothing even remotely good about herself.
It's a disease really.
One that's out to kill me.
Because not everything about every person is beautiful.
You are living proof of that.
[So, why then my dear, do I still love you?]
MothMy dear, I was never your butterfly,Moth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was simply a moth that wished she was beautiful...
Dear SerendipityYou are a word so closely fused with fate, destiny, chance, and sometimes loveDear Serendipity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most beautiful word I know
Is it possible not to fear an unknowable future?
Perhaps life is not about knowing, but rather about finding outdiscovering
Maybe it's hints of surprising, unforeseen, partly inevitable circumstances that test our limits of comfort
Tell me, is love properly defined as two lost people thrown together by chance?
Or could it be that they were always meant to find each other?
Did some divine, other-worldly force reach down and gently place these lives on the same path?
Or is it simply destiny that caused these two souls to meet?
What if I choose the wrong way?
Will I spend the rest of my days wondering and imagining what my life would have been?
Or will I move on, as if nothing ever slowed me down in the first place?
Too many questions, not enough answers
I believe there are things that can never be explained
Fate is a mysterious, frightening, yet exciting concept
We all desi
Sunkissed Rain"Impossible." She says.Sunkissed Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[We're lying in the grass looking up at a blue sky. I shift myself so I can look at her].
"That you're here right now--with me."
[I just stare at her, unsure of where she is going with this. And then I remember I should say something before she gets a chance to ask me why I am not saying anything].
"Oh, um, why is that so impossible?" I smile.
"Because, you're you and I'm me. It doesn't make sense."
[At this point, I'm trying to keep it cool, I've heard girlfriends say some really strange things at times. And this is one of those times].
"I don't think I understand." I tell her, still smiling.
"Well, we're so different. You're like the sun, always bright and cheery. You only see the good in every situation--but me, I'm like the rain. I make everything dreary and gray. I'm prone to being pessimistic, and I have a massive rain cloud hanging over my head at all times. How can you stand to be around me, when I can't even stand myself?"
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
A Picture of Myself:I'm not so beautifulA Picture of Myself:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't wear designer clothes, or keep up with the latest fashions
I put on what suits me, what is comfortable and modest
I'm not tall
Not rail thin
I'm very short
And snowy white
I don't have bright blue or seductive brown irises
My eyes are a deep green
My hair is not blond, brown, or black
Neither is it a dyed variation of those colors
It's still my natural auburn red
Not straight or curly, but wavy
I don't have long beautiful nails, when I'm nervous I bite them down shorter and shorter
I don't have luscious kissable lips; in fact, I've never had a real first kiss
Instead of clear lovely skin
I have numerous blemishes to mar my face
I'm not popular
I'm a pessimist
I think I'm indecisive
I have low self-esteem
I'm a loner
I'm not sad or happy, I guess I'm somewhere in between
I know what I want to do in life
But I'm unsure of how to get there
I'm ultimately scared of change
But I'm not so ugly
Sometimes my eyes almost appear beautiful, in a
Dear SelfDear Self,Dear Self4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've been this way for so long now that I think you might have forgotten some things.
I'm writing this so you don't have to forget, so you can remember and see how far you've come. So you can smile at yourself for being so silly.
I wonder, do you still have that smile?
The one that almost resembled a frown, but somehow just barely upturned the edges of your lips to qualify as something happy.
You had a habit of using it, but mostly just to assure everyone around you that everything was fine and dandy. So they wouldn't worry.
Do you remember your swing?
I don't know if you recall the way it creaked as it swayed
Like someone was there, making it move. When visibly it was empty.
You made it yours, and thought it gave you the ability to fly.
As your hands gripped the chains and your legs propelled you higher and higher, the ground became so far away that you'd spread your arms and laugh, as if you
We Are Only Made of DustThe world is not ours,We Are Only Made of Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(but that doesn't stop us from wanting it)
Our bodies are not limitless; they do not last forever, though in this moment
I swear, I almost feel infinite
There was a time when I thought words were immeasurable
Those being said, those already spoken, and those yet to be spoken
They are, were and would forever be endless
Some are exchanged lightly without thought, and others are as thunder, destructive and forceful,
but somehow it doesn't matter how they are said, and to whom;
As long as those words put an end to the drawn out silence
(there is no need for them to be meaningful, or even tender)
I used to believe words were Everything
that language could offer us something unexplainable and undeserved
(As though it was not meant for everyone)
I used to think these things when I was young
The Porcelain PeopleI had a dream once, about a place where people were obsessed with perfection, and longed for beauty.The Porcelain People4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this place, anyone who looked normal was considered ugly.
They found me wandering about in their strange world, and I was brought before a council of sorts. There I saw people that were so beautiful and faultless that it left me breathless.
A very handsome man, I assumed to be their leader, told me that this was their perfect world, and that I was disrupting their splendor with my unattractiveness. They asked if I wanted to look like them and at first I craved to say "yes" because it was true, perfection was something I had always dreamed of. I had always desired to be beautiful.
Slowly, I turned a small circle, looking at each of the members of the council. They sat with supreme posture in fine chairs. Every one of them was shockingly beautifulit was almost frightening.
Each one had their flawlessly stunning eyes pointed at me, all of them lovely shades of vibrant b
Story Of a HeartImagine this:Story Of a Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A heart, so tired of being battered and bruised,
So sick of bleeding out unwanted love that it has locked itself away
Waiting for a true love to find the key and open it once more
For now all this heart can do is wait
Wait, and try to patch up the broken parts
And untidily put them back together
To somehow create the illusion of being fixed and whole again
Cryif i could hear tears fallCry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know hers would be the loudest
you can almost hear her heart breaking.
PediophobiaImagine a road, a long, narrow road.Pediophobia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gnarly broken branches line the way, but there are no trees.
[Have you formed a picture in your mind?]
Now extinguish the sun, and illuminate your path with a car's headlights.
You are driving the car down this deserted road in the dark.
[Zoom out for a moment to see the bigger picture.]
Your car, on a narrow road, with the edges of a cliff on either side, no railings, no bars.
[Is an uneasiness settling in the pit of your stomach?]
You keep driving, slowly, carefully--one false move could send you falling,
Falling into the black.
[Better not close your eyes]
Up ahead you see a great pile of wood directly strewn out across your constricted path.
You slow to a complete stop several feet away.
Hesitantly, you step out of the car and begin walking towards it.
Your shadow stretches in front of you. There is no sound, just the rapid beating of your heart in your chest.
As you near the mass, you make out shapes of detached arms, legs, heads, and torsos, b
About A GirlI want to tell you about a girl who hates herself--and I want you to listen:About A Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to run
Faster, further, harder
Until she can hear her own heartbeats
Pounding in her chest--until she can barely breathe
Just to feel alive
She likes to write
To spill her ink-blotted words
From her veins
Only to crumple up and throw away
Everything her imagination creates
Because she doesn't think it's pretty enough
She likes to sing
To hear her voice echo
And bounce off empty walls
Hoping, wishing that someone will join her in a duet of sorrow
She likes to paint
The colors bleeding down the canvas
Makes her smile
The beauty is more lovely
Than anything she will ever have
She likes to pretend
To get caught in her fantasies
And escape from her nightmarish reality
But she always wakes up
To a world she hates
A life she abhors
Because she isn't who she wants to be
Anywhere but in her dreams