A Sparrow's WayA birdsong reverberates,A Sparrow's Way5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
as one girl of peculiarity
mounts over one gate;
The angels will look after her.
A lonely door bemoans,
as one girl looks for a story
in one lonely house;
The angels will look after her.
A birdsong silences,
as one girl finds her story,
her adventure has started;
The angels are coming.
Not a blackbird, nor a waxwing
is here to congratulate;
As one girl finds her name
written on the wall of lost ages.
Beware the angels, Sally, it reads
as one Sparrow skedaddles.
Description of My SynesthesiaSongs are colors. For example, One Step Closer by Linkin Park is a green song, while In the End is more of a dark maroonish. Crawling by Linkin Park is yellow. Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones is kind of a pale blue. Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles is also blue, but bright blue with silver flecks. Certain classes of musical instruments are also colors. Brass tends to be red, while strings tend to be green. Percussion is yellow, woodwinds are brown, and electric guitars are fire-engine red. Despite that, a song that is almost completely strings can sound red.Description of My Synesthesia8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
People are colors and shapes. My friend Billy is kind of a blobby lime green. Zuko is orange with a dynamic shape. Katara is blue with spikes of red. Aang is kind of a blue-grey with a smooth texture. The Doctor (Doctor Who) has a different color for
Effluviawith a laugh like her's, like rain pattering on windowsillsEffluvia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i comment, watching arms the color of cream flail and reach for something not there
you'd think she'd sound better drowning
all i get is a shrug in response
bodies say more when they're silent
tongues and hands lie
eyes, not so much
Mein GesichtWie sollst du schmecken was salzig ist,Mein Gesicht4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wenn Tabak deine Zunge frisst
Wie sollst du riechen deine geliebten Blumen in der Vase,
wenn der Rauch wohnt in deiner Nase
Wie sollst du stehen auf deinen eigenen Füßen,
wenn du dir dein Leben lässt vom Wein versüßen
Und wie sollst du dich erinnern an dieses kleine Gedicht,
wenn du alles vergisst: dein Heim, dein Früher, mein Gesicht
Undying Love part 1Undying Love part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Undying Love part 1
I'm trying to check my email when all of a sudden I see a dark figure emerge from the forest next to my house and start walking toward my bedroom window. I don't know who or what it is so I start to walk slowly towards my window. I feel my heart skip a beat when I see who it is: my boyfriend Connor.
Opening my window, I shout," Connor Hart, what are you doing here? You nearly scared me to death!"
"Trying to get as close to you as I can Isobel Vega." Connor says with a wryly smile that almost makes me melt in bliss.
"Come in, I need to tell you something." I nearly whisper opening my window wider and motioning for him to come in. How could I possibly tell him what I need to without worry? Connors tan skin was so visible even in the dark moonlight I could see his ocean blue eyes as it shines in the starry night. His light brown hair was moving in the late night breeze, he makes my knees weak with temptation.
I sigh when he climbs in through my window with that beautif
Auf wunden KnienAuf wunden KnienAuf wunden Knien6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Auf starren Bänken kauernd
harrt dort ihr eurer Stunde,
wo von der Kanzel lauernd,
den Finger in der Wunde,
in wütendem Gebaren,
ein schwarzbefrackter Mann steht,
die Herde zu verwalten
und diese eifernd angeht,
sich sündenfrei zu halten,
will sie zum Himmel fahren.
Auf wunden Knien kreucht sie,
die falsche Nächstenliebe,
und den Verstand verseucht sie,
wetteifernd gegen Triebe,
seit viel zu vielen Jahren.
Doch die Megalomanie
liegt in den letzten Zügen,
einer langen Agonie,
um welche sich die Lügen
wie Rattenschwärme scharen.
Frozen MoonThe old moon rises,Frozen Moon2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a wrinkled man
shrouded by wispy sleeves.
Winter casts stones
over frozen lake beds;
cloud toupee slips.
stalk barren branches,
waiting for spring.
Old moon man sinks
beneath the horizon,
refusing to smile.
snapshots of dreams.i. despair.snapshots of dreams.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think my hope is trapped within the suns rays, and it falls out of reach, into unfamiliar hands.
despair is left to shadow my footsteps, following me home.
the doors lock snicks shut, but sorrow still worms its way into my core, bringing up old memories.
my hope is stolen again.
[and with the disappearance of another second off the clock, we are pushed farther apart.]
Can you hear the airplanes crashing; stars falling into black holes to be forgotten?
Soon, too, the rainbows will give up on us and disappear, never to be seen again.
Im afraid the angels will one day scream, throw down their halos and stomp on them.
But now, time bombs start ticking, and I only fear one thing more than their explosions.
[It's the moments of silence I've been faced with since you said goodbye.]
I am dreaming of soft skies under which we could hum wordless lullabies;
of fog-filled minds saying nonsensical things that we would somehow understand, anyway.
late night secrets.i. have you ever been so hungry that, when food is finally ready and it's burning hot, you're not willing to wait?late night secrets.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
because i want to love someone like this. love someone so much it doesn't matter if i get burned. love someone so much that it just. can't. wait.
i want to love someone so much that i'm not afraid anymore. not afraid of the consequences, of getting hurt, or of losing myself. i want to love someone so much that it's consuming and i can do nothing but love, love, love.
ii. sometimes, i wish i didn't have so many shots at a decent future. sometimes, i wish the only future i could ever have would be in writing. maybe then people would leave me alone to chase my passion.
[i hate this about myself. i hate that i can't just be grateful for what i have. i hate this secret.]
iii. i worry that one day, when i call up a friend, she'll answer the phone and ask, 'who's speaking?'
i'll say, 'alyssa.'
she'll ask, 'who?'
my greatest fear is being forgotten.
iv. when i ca
ways to say goodbye.i. i want to make your heartways to say goodbye.7 years ago in Other More Like This
bleed and laugh and cry and
smile and feel instead of just
yawning from lack of love, but
i'm afraid being around you
makes me too empty to do so.
ii. i'm sorry. it hurts
too much to explain.
iii. go to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up.
except you weren't. you lied, and you left.
and i'm afraid to go back to sleep because i didn't even get to say goodbye.
iv. i think i'll be
like the city of
atlantis and pull
a disappearing act
out of your life.
dear self.dear self:dear self.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your name tells me that you're a pretty fossil.
Please don't let yourself
get stuck in the past.
Your heart may have a missing piece,
but you need to stop searching for it.
Life's enigma has it already misplaced.
Find another piece that fits.
When you fall down,
don't sit and clench your fists
in anger and hate.
You can't be helped up with a closed heart.
you miss feeling like you belonged;
when life was almost perfect
and you felt you lived in euphoria
every minute, every day.
You wonder if you could rid yourself
of that sadness for more
than three hours.
I know you are afraid of so many things.
You can hide things well in life,
but not this.
What you are most afraid of is yourself,
and that you will not become what
you wished you could've.
(You are afraid you will become a heartless monster.)
Don't doubt your talents.
Doubting won't get you
anywhere but nowhere.
You can make your friends smile.
circles in the sand.you will be drawing circles in the sand when he finds you.circles in the sand.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'why are you bothering to draw in the sand?' he'll ask. 'the waves will only wash your circles away.'
you'll finish the circle by writing love in the center, then you'll stand up to answer him, hair in your eyes from the wind and sand on your face.
'because maybe it won't get washed away,' you'll say. 'isn't it a chance worth taking?'
and instead of laughing at you like you expected, he'll smile. 'yes,' he'll say. 'oh, yes.'
you will be weak with lack of sleep, drowsy and stumbling, and he'll catch you before you run into the wall.
'go away,' you'll tell him. 'just go away.'
'no,' i don't think i will,' he'll say. 'want me to tell you a secret about you?'
'no,' you'll murmur bitterly, but that won't stop him.
'see, you have this dark view of love and hearts,' he'll say. 'for one, you don't believe in love, or the fairytale happily ever after kind. because it always gets washed away, doesn't it? that's how you see it.
happy endings.They say I am the writer of my own life,happy endings.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that just can't be true because I only
write of sad things such as
nightmares, calamities, and
(I can't write of happy endings,
like lives are supposed to end.)
I was wondering if you would help me
change a word or two, or five, or a sentence,
or even the whole book
(I was hoping that you would help me
write a fairy tale.)
I wrote the beginning in ink, so
we can only scribble out the words;
knowing all too well what is
under it. Maybe, if we tried hard enough,
we could turn the outcome of this
And I was hoping, wishing..
that you would help me write my happy ending.
damn.you sit,damn.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at cracks
in white walls.
and your only thoughts
are of this summer
how on diving boards,
how on friday nights
for a hole
in the sand
how red 'x's
and how turning
isnt always possible.
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
hide and don't seek.i remember how we'd go to the park.hide and don't seek.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the swings were rusty, remember? you were always the one pushing me in the autumn air, and i was always the one giddy with laughter. when we got tired, and our breaths came in shallow gasps, we'd go play games of hide and seek.
[your favorite hiding place was behind lies.]
sometimes i found you, crouched low to the ground smiling up at me. i was always scared that you wouldn't come out when i called 'i give up now.'
but you always gave yourself away to me, sometimes unwillingly.
[your deceptions were see-through, once i looked past the velvet curtains in your eyes]
i remember what missing you felt like.
it was like the music in my heart stopped playing. it was like i was pulling my hair out and biting my nails until they were bleeding and i was screaming, 'please come back, please come back.'
and when you did, i wished you hadn't.
this is how you managed to kill me, tearing pieces away from exactly the right places,
ripping, cutting, sla
voices.are you listening?voices.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the trains are
burning. planes are
crashing, and i can only hope
they're not yours.
tides are coming in,
breaking the shore, carrying
the ground beneath you
away, away with them,
and we can only
but see that guy over there?
there are voices
inside my head, pulling
at the roots of my hair and
banging on the walls,
begging me, screaming at me:
'please, let me out',
'please hear me, hear me,
until they're all i can hear,
until i want to give in and
give up, and they've won, they've
won, until i feel like the ability
to live life fully is a dream, a hope, a
something meant only
for the lucky, until
depression fills my lungs, and
i need a new source of oxygen, and
i can't breathe.
tell me it'll be
alright. please. just lie
it'll be alright.
someday.i. i will alwayssomeday.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
be waiting for my
(would you like
to wait with
giving up and
sound awfully nice.
(you are the reason why
iii. i believe that words
can paint rainbow
sunsets and rivers and
happiness and golden
skies and things full
(im still trying to figure out
iv. writing non-fiction
makes me feel horribly
for everyone to realize
im nothing special.)
v. i dont want
to anyone. i
only want to be
mine. i only want
(i like to pretend
silentAbsence does'nt make the heart grow fonder. It makes you cry oceans.silent9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Silence isn't golden. It's defening and it wont let me sleep.
Love is not just a fairytale. It's what keeps me alive.
A break does'nt calm you down, because my heart is almost not a part of me anymore.
Fresh air wont do me well.. I'd rather be smelling your skin.
Talking does'nt work.. No words can escape.
And when they do, all they can say is "I love him".
balance beams.one.balance beams.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is three a.m.
and even the crickets are
sleeping. the only sounds
are the commercials on t.v.
and the soft noise of my
it is three a.m.
and my night light is broken
and it is too dark, too
quiet, and there is a monster
in my heart and
he won't go away.
just so you know:
i named the monster
i dreamed that we were
in a cave, black and blue. there was
a bottomless lake full of hope
and unwanted memories, and
running, screaming, searching
for an exit
only to find
that there wasn't one.
i spend my life on balance beams,
i can only try
not to fall off.
loneliness steals my oxygen,
and i'm left
but you put your hand in mine,
and there is warmth in the shadows,
and suddenly, hope is not too far
and you say
it'll be alright
and i think that maybe
one planet too many.i.one planet too many.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the substance of dreams
is hidden inside my cheek,
involuted kisses hiding nightly
where no sleight of eye will see
the same shame that crawls under
my blood like some flawless secret
residing in the hollows of my heart.
it is too early to see the stars. you
are hiding behind cloudy dreams, waiting
for them to find you, your
frost-bitten heart and crashing hopes held
in the folds of your hand.
the minutes are running away, and you wonder
if maybe you're too far gone
for them to ever find you.
or maybe the sky is too close to see,
the seconds too long to hold. every point
of light is somebody's sun and when i read
your future in my palms, you are all but absent.
i am only a star to you. how
can you skip this space and see
the hidden place when it is still
too bright to grasp at galaxies?
you were the kind of beautiful that was
vanishing, like patterns in the sky and
lines of happiness etched onto your soul and
magical moments that are always there
but not always felt.
capturing memories.if life is like a cakecapturing memories.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the smiles are the pieces,
i'd save the biggest one
whenever you feel like you've
fallen, and you can't get up,
and you don't believe in yourself -
well, i'd offer you my wings,
but they're broken, too,
and you deserve better.
[i'll just offer you my hand,
instead, and i hope it'll be
sometimes, i wish i could capture memories
and put them in unbreakable glass jars.
that way, i'd never forget anything
about you, and i'd never forget
all the times you've made me smile.
you'll never be alone.
even if the world abandons you,
i'll always be here. always.
[all you have to do is look for me.]
nights under stars.late one night, you stayed up to count the stars with me.nights under stars.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
i pointed to one and said, 'that one doesn't have a name.'
you smiled and said, 'let's name it alyssa, then, so it'll have an identity.'
but names and identities are not the same, and i wish i knew how to tell you this. it didn't matter anyway, though, because the alyssa star exploded the next day.
'do you think the moon has a name? and do you think the moon is keeping it a secret from us?' i asked another night.
'no,' you said.
'could we give it a name?' i asked.
'no,' you replied irritatedly. 'it doesn't need a name. it's only the moon; it's only the earth's moon. it doesn't have an identity outside of that. it doesn't need one.'
but it does need one, i wanted to say. it really does.
because i know what it feels like to only be known as a possession of something or someone else.
and another night, we stared at the stars from a tree in my backyard. you wrapped a blanket around me and k
a happy ending.i. i've always wanted a happy ending.a happy ending.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when i was younger, i went to bed with stories of princesses in pink dresses, even though i hated pink. but the princesses had 'happily ever after's and found 'true love'. there was 'magic' involved, and in the end, everyone was 'happy'.
the only thing out of those i still believe in is that everyone gets a happy ending.
don't make me lose my faith in that. please.
ii. my favorite shirt used to be perfect.
it was white and i, in a moment of clumsiness, spilt cherry kool-aide on it.
i spent hours trying to get that stain out. i washed and scrubbed and bleached that shirt, all for nothing.
it made me realize that some stains aren't meant to come out. maybe some just can't.
(that thought depresses me. everyone knows happy endings don't have stains in them.)
iii. i had an idea of what my happy ending would be.
you weren't in it.
(but i'm glad you are now.)