SymphonyWith whispered words we watched the moon explode;Symphony4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars lit up like fire,
Captivated by your mouth I did not notice the horizon;
It burned ever on.
The softest water danced between your lashes,
And as you closed your eyes they fell
Onto my skin,
Creating blissful harmony
Broken by a single thought;
So reluctant, my heart cried,
The game of sin was spun.
Burdened with the weight of the world,
I let our symphonies go unsung.
first.i'm a girl and you're a sunrise, letting me watch you burn across the sky. i'm not pretty enough to be you, not smart enough to catch you when you fall. i dig my fingernails into your palm, not wanting to let you go. you know how it is. you're a boy, and i'm something that could have been.first.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you curl your fingers over the frets. we could've been something great. my guitar's hanging next to the television. i wonder if you sold yours. was it too painful? there's still static, smoke curling across a frigid landscape. i used to write songs, you know. don't get too confident; they weren't all about you.
gosh. it seems like eons ago. autumn nights are so cold on the island, but we're warm. the cabins are empty, because no one takes a vacation in october. you know how it goes; we're both falling. not in love, but out of it.
i miss you like i miss not breathing. you don't notice it, but it's there. i let myself forget you a long time ago, but you're still here. an echo, mayb
Sea Of RedI picked a flower from a field of roses,Sea Of Red4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was not a rose.
It had no thorns or petals that glowed,
It was old and yellow anticipating the snow.
Deep in thought, I let it go
And watched it crumble between my toes,
It smeared across the frost-ridden grass,
No longer alive but part of the past.
The wind wailed where the flower once was,
And carried its petals up to my arms.
We danced awhile in the moonlight
With the stars falling around us like fireflies.
The wind then whispered upon my ears,
Drowned in its sorrow was its fear:
"The sea of red that swam like fire,
Once it burned of holy life.
And now you've gone and done it woe
By taking the treasure that we cherished so."
The moon bade farewell and turned to black,
The stars blinked out and fell like ash,
The sea of red withered to dust,
And with a gust the wind had to say,
"Play with fire and you will suffer,
But play with love and you won't find another."
Alone in the dark now everyone was gone.
Yellow petals fell fr
SOLEIL BLEU - BLUE SUN(english translation below)SOLEIL BLEU - BLUE SUN4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La course du soleil dans tes yeux bleu de glace
La lune à son lever dans chacun de tes souffles.
Je t'attends dans des flocons froids illuminés d'étoiles, je t'attends depuis toujours.
The path of the sun in your arctic blue eyes
The rising of the moon in each of your breaths
I await in cold star lit snowflakes, eternally I have awaited you
poeirI spilt the sunpoeir5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and drank the clouds
and slept among the winds.
I learned their songs
and stole their hearts
and locked myself within.
This Stranger DancesThisThis Stranger Dances5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A CurseBecause everyone all, undoubtedly, tasted you.A Curse5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today, I AmI am bitter todayToday, I Am5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no way she loved me like she said
She wouldn't have left me if she did
I am sorry today
I know she loved me all along
And I hate that I thought otherwise yesterday
I am longing today
I saw two lovers walking down the street
And I wished she and I could take their places
I am content today
I dreamed about her
And in my dream, she was happy
I am frightened today
I wished I were dead
I've never wished that before
I am empty today
I cried about her until my friends dropped by
And I had to hide my tears because they've never seen me cry
And I think it would scare them
I am angry today
I saw a USMC recruiter
And I wanted to grab him by the lapels and shake him
And make him bring her home
But, of course, she's Air Force and a marine's not going to help much
I also don't think recruiters have much pull in the chain of command.
Especially in a completely different branch of the service...
Sometimes I see soldiers on leave and I want to ask them if they've seen h
Day TwoI fall in love with broken things.Day Two5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
-You were hurting when we met, but we changed each other, didn't we?-
I have a pathological need to fix what's broken. The more damaged the
better. I will try and try and try to save somebody with everything that I
amuntil my fingers bleed and every last word is spent. But I'll never ever
admit to how much my heart breaks every time I fail.
I've put up walls I don't know how to take down.
-These walls are the ring in my pocket and dog tags around your neck-
They cast shadows and every shadow is her silhouette. I don't
remember the last time I saw the sun, and I wonder if anyone has the
climbing skills to be my Prometheus. But would I be the sunless mortal
or the vulture that tears out your heart liver?
I like to learn everything I can about the things that frighten me most.
-The last time you held me was the last time I felt safe.-
Circle of DeathBloody hands made victims seeking retribution.Circle of Death5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It Would Have Been EnoughIf I'd only met you for a moment,It Would Have Been Enough5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Talked to you for a second,
Smiled and moved on
It would have been enough.
If we'd only become casual acquaintances,
Orbited like a pair of incongruent planets,
Circled but never touched
It would have been enough.
If we'd only gotten along,
Talked of harmless things,
Kept it simple
It would have been enough.
If we'd only grown closer,
Shared our bad days,
And shared nothing more
It would have been enough.
If we'd only flirted shamelessly,
Laughed and pushed,
Tested each other's limits
It would have been enough.
But it was longer than a moment.
We couldn't keep it simple.
You pulled me into your gravity
And I fell towards you.
It would have been enough to know you.
But to have loved you was a gift unexpected.
We Were SomedaySomeday,We Were Someday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we're done with school,
We'll live together
We'll leave this place
And go where nobody knows us
Even if I can't,
I'll put a ring on your finger
Someday, we won't have to apologize.
When this is all over,
We'll be together always
I'll come back to you,
And it'll be just us
Someday, this war will end.
Everything is going to be all right
We were always
Zombies have feelings tooNever call me "zombie". It's hurtful.Zombies have feelings too5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Six Words: Theme- BullyingSix Words: Theme- Bullying5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Title: On Monday
Six Bullets: One was for himself.
Quantum MechanicalI figure the world will probably end in a blaze of heat or maybe an ice age that coaxes the glaciers out of their retreat, if I trust a certain poet. Then there's the idea that history has a nasty habit of repeating itself, so maybe a giant meteor will form the second Gulf of Mexico and send the human race the way of the dinosaurs.Quantum Mechanical5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But I guess the agent of our planet's demise isn't really the issue.
I think my world has already ended in a hundred small ways.
Or maybe it was just a single cosmic event in the confines of my chest a supernova sort of implosion that replaced my sinoatrial node with a pinprick black hole that draws all that biological electricity past a tiny event horizon, and I guess that's why I feel empty most of the time and maybe also why my chest is so damn tight.
Because I'm withdrawing into a black hole in my heart, one secret at a time.
I am the end of the world.
Wolf Legend - Part XVI16. GuileWolf Legend - Part XVI5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andrew could hear his name being shouted over and over, as if he was under water. Low pitched and unrecognizable, he couldn't pick a general direction his name was coming from. The elongated echo didn't help either. At first he was certain it was all a dream, but when he realized he couldn't wake up without feeling pain, he knew it wasn't.
Where am I? Andrew asked himself. He attempted to move, but like before, he couldn't. He couldn't move at all, not even open his eyes.
The sound of his name grew louder and more clear until it was familiar and warming. Rabeka was frantically yelling his name out to wake him up. Somewhere he found the will to move, slowly lifting his head, his neck aching the entire way. His eyes squinted at first, but eventually opened. At first all he could see was white light everywhere, but as the shadows came into focus, the first thing his eyes locked onto was Rabeka sitting directly across from him. He blinked rapidly helping to focus on her face, see
three a.m.It is nearly three a.m. on a Sunday and half the world is awake.three a.m.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Strains of the national anthem bounce off the alleyways and filter through my window. From my room on the sixth floor, I can see a group of inebriated revelers stumble past on their way from one bar to another. They laugh and shout and wave a great star-spangled flag above their heads. One boy is wearing pale blue-checkered boxers and little else.
I turn away. Back to my room, which is dark and my roommate who is asleep, and to my bed where I have chased sleep with far less success for nearly three hours. I am supposed to be happy, maybe. Proud, at least. Tonight, of all nights, I am supposed to be able to sleep easier.
I am supposed to be celebrating death.
And yet, the most emotion I can muster is mild surprise, but not because a wanted man is dead.
The boy on the street is wearing the same boxers as I am. Pale blue and checkered. I smooth my hands over the tightly spun cotton, which is all hot under my fingers because
Day ThreeThe water's hot. Too hot, really. It prickles the back of my neckDay Three5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and shoulders, tapping out a mindless percussion on my spine. It's not
enough, though. Not nearly enough to drown out my thoughts or
sear them from my skin, but I'm giving it my best shot. I think I've been
here for the better part of an hour. My fingertips have shriveled into soft,
pink prunes and my hair sticks to my cheeks and back, all curly and dark
with gold tips.
I didn't think college would be so difficult, but the truth is that I'm
completely overwhelmed and I'm beating a hasty retreat. At least here it's
warm and it feels safe. At least here I can pretend that I'm not crying, that
it's only the water coursing down my cheeks. Tears would mean to defeat,
and I can't admit it, even to myself.
Somebody tears the shower curtain aside. My heart leaps uncomfortably,
but when I look up, any shout of indignation I might have mustered sticks
in my throat.
It's so quiet I can hear the rubber snick