A Corpse a Bride and a FuneralIn satin cream, from head to toe,A Corpse a Bride and a Funeral4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Veil and lace disturb the peace,
Of soft fine curves.
No one notices (or they don't care),
Seeing her face doesn't make her there.
She's not there,
Not a soul knows,
This room is full of ice cold bone.
So sweet and delicately limp; lifeless,
But alive with ember eyes,
Blood stained hands from yesterday's sins,
Thus creating her demise.
In the night they say "don't listen,"
For you cannot recall what has become,
Of the woman we once loved.
The woman we once loved,
Tattered and torn with trickery up clear sleeves,
When you sleep she finds you and troubles you in your dreams.
You spoke to the night,
When they told you naught;
However your bride,
Is forever lost.
That day in black, she gouged her eyes,
You watched her fall in denial,
Buried in white (some call it red),
Forevermore still, on her death bed.
what humans do0:00what humans do4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she met him when she was fifteen, stupid, and willing to do anything to get out of her own head. it was winter, new snow sticking to the ground in snowbanks - like a naked blanket, cold on cold with ice. houses were lined up on the streets, chimneys blaring smoke, colors sticking out against the sky's dull grays. cars rolled by, marking the streets all with the same, parallel tracks, like fingerprints with chains attached. thick exhaust fills her senses.
he seemed weird to her. not because of his cocky, laid-back appearance, but because of the complete fresh and virgin ardor he gave her. it wasn't that kind of sense you get when you're born - the average, cliche smell, taste, touch, sight - but when you pass the age of twelve or thirteen.
he was the untouchable, the near-unforgivable. the sweet fruit to adolescence. the thing you taste when you want something new - lips on lips, tongues tying, tugging on piercings - the umph to the skinny jeans, the belt loops
Single's Dating AdviceI am baffled by the expectations women of youth have on dating in this day and age. Take advice from me who over the past four years has had eleven "boyfriends" IT ISN"T WORTH YOUR TIME.Single's Dating Advice4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Besides there are others, many others, than just me who want you to hear this out.
Also with rape and sexual abuse in young couple on the rise, teenage pregnancy shooting through the roof and depression after breakups I don't see how one would ever think this to be appealing. Of course I am one to talk, having that fairy tale belief that I'd find a man who'd love me forever when I had barely stood straight in high school.
I am here to reach out and give advice to single women ages 13-20 on why dating is a good thing but don't go overboard with it.
1.) You WILL NOT find the "perfect" man on the first date.
Explanation: Trust me, those miracle stories about people being high school sweethearts and marrying most likely happened after they broke up. Life does get in the way; priorities have to come in orde
stay upnight flies over landstay up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worries aspirations uncertainty
curled up under covers
some survive in dark
keeping wheels in motion
or haunted by memories
a graceful odd collage
jumble the dim peace
to silent lines
the night closes shop
delights hidden by sun
the magnificent go to slumber
(dedicated to all of us who would choose to live after the sun sets)
alivei want to be buried inalive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a grave made of water
because i write poetry
but don't understand it
because i know how to feel
but not how to cope
or how to tell you what
it feels like to die
my mother will cry and
her garden will still grow
but she will not take down
photos on the windowsill
she will age dutifully and
retire, travel the world and
i will only regret not being
able to see her finally happy
my brother grow up without
knowing how much i cared
but he will still think
of me on his wedding day
his eyes will be a window
not to his soul, but a world
of pain and loss and he will
wish that i could say sorry
and the boy who knows that
he was the only one i loved;
he will lose himself in the
thought that he had the chance
to save a life, but didn't;
he will read my poetry and
not understand why but know
that i loved him more than life
i will fade to dirt, and from
me will grow a peach tree, with
the type of leaves that children
will make boats out of, sail
across their puddle oceans
Mias and Elle - Chapter 6With breakfast set hastily on the end table, Mias' eyes scanned the bedroom and in to the washroom through the open door; both were empty.Mias and Elle - Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was quite sure by this time that he would not receive a reply, but it helped to temporarily sooth his temper in a way that he could not understand. Perhaps she was playing a game. It was something in hearing her name; it invoked pleasant thoughts of her face that he could not repress.
"Where are you, my pet?" The amusement was fading quickly, "Elle."
Now stepping across the room slowly, Mias called out to Elle a few more times as he leaned in to give the washroom a more thorough visual inspection. Each step he made with caution, not knowing entirely what to expect. It was hard to contain his amusement when he saw the discarded wet towels on the floor, yet he was also disappointed that he had missed out on a delicious opportunity.
But, there was no sign of Elle anywhere. He could feel his blood starting to boil, his cheeks burning red visi
your warmthyou stood in the doorway, damp orange light falling across your skin, black hoodie falling from your shoulders gently, hair a mess - and you were all but perfect. you stood, leaning against the door frame a little too drunk, and smiled at me. it was that kind of smile that i knew meant more than it should have, the one i have seen too many times since - the kind of smile that meant something. i'd like to tell myself it meant the world - that when, for the first time in a year, our eyes met and you told me something that wasn't a lie - the stars had aligned or the universe corrected itself - but i know that's not true.your warmth4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we kissed that night, the alley way beside your house. you ran your hand along my legs, along my ripped tights, and i could feel your heartbeat under the sleeve of the shirt i had always loved. you stared at me, face relaxed, and told me that you had wanted that for a year.
sometimes, i think i have too.
my heart didn't explode though, and my knees didn't shudder undernea
clarity and insanityshe was the kind of beautiful that you couldn't get out of your head. the kind that had nothing special - no golden curls or perfect curves - but whose eyes read the entire world for what it really was. she had the kind of stare that you knew understood you for what you really were, even if you didn't understand it yourself.clarity and insanity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was more the type to do nothing with himself, only because he had never known how to do anything else. in his mind, he could see the whole world expanding beneath him, creation and destruction in their rawest forms - but his little day dreams never really found a way out from behind the almost-black of his irises.
he would always wake earlier than her, just so he could hear the slight rasp of her smoker's throat as she untangled herself from white bedsheets. he would make her breakfast and sing along to her favorite love songs, even when she would moan for him to stop. he did not just love her, he would tell his friends, but he couldn't really explain what it
My RealityI've lost everything.My Reality5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When most people say that during this time, they just mean they lost all of their money, savings, house, property and any other material things. Things that don't really matter, or at least to me they don't. Nine times out of ten, they still have a lot compared to me. When I say I've lost everything, I'm not being hyperbolic. I have no family, no friends, no home, no money, no anything really. Besides my life of course. But that's pretty much it.
I lost my mother about four years ago after she fell ill one day. I was never told what disease or virus took her from me because she didn't want to scare me. At the time I was thirteen. We were gardening in the back yard in her flower patch. How she loved gardening, and I loved spending time with her. It was the perfect day outside, the sun shining, the breeze easy. And I was instructed to fetch the watering can from the front yard, but by the time I returned, she was out cold on the ground. I immediately call
1. Mias the savior"Look Mum, I've told you once and I'll tell you again! I am NOT going to let you set me up with one of your colleages sons! The last one didn't even bother to remember my name!"1. Mias the savior4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle Bloom wasn't too happy to be speaking to her mother on her way back to the cesspit that was called "home".
"And you don't even bother to give them a chance Mirelle! If you weren't so stubborn you'd be happier and never of had your heart broken by that two-timing-"
Elle snapped her mobile shut with a mixture of annoyance and rage.
Her mother was so atrocious and arragont that it was impossible to tell that they were mother and daughter.
They didn't even look related.
Elle had long, soft, honey blond hair with crystal blue eyes while her mother's was short, spikey and flame red with different coloured eye contacts almost everyday.
Elle had enough on her mind without her mother pestering and reminding her off her heartless ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her with not one but two other women. She had
Elle and Mias: Chapter 12"Lord Elias, I must insist that you cease this," Duncan said while watching his master practice his knife handling techniques on a most unfortunate tree. "Your wound may reopen "Elle and Mias: Chapter 124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias paid no attention to Duncan's warnings. He whittled away at the tree trunk until the boughs couldn't take it anymore. The trunk snapped and fell to the ground, defeated. Elias grinned while panting heavily, the bandages wrapped around his abdomen slowly turning red across his gut. He grit his teeth in pain and fell over, holding his injured stomach.
"Lord Elias," Duncan knelt at his side and moved Elias' hands to tend to him. "Please sir, there's no need to force yourself."
"He's not dead! I can feel it! I failed to kill that bastard!" Elias panted as his dark eyes stared into the deep abyss of Duncan's. "I won't rest until I've burnt and pissed on his corpse!"
"Yes sir, but if I may speak honestly, you have no hope of killing him if you're half dead yourself."
"Don't mock me you blood sucker!"
Mias and Elle - Chapter 5Too flustered from the dream and startled by Mias' sudden appearance to reply, Elle just clutched at her heaving chest and glared at him, detesting his presence more than she ever had before. She looked at him and felt exposed and violated. Even though her logic told her that it could not have actually happened, the surge of terror and adrenaline was causing her to have difficulty deciphering dream from reality.Mias and Elle - Chapter 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hugging the sheets up to her shoulders, Elle looked away from him to avoid any eye contact. Looking into Mias' eyes was just something she could not ever bring herself to do, and she hated how it emphasised her fear of him.
"Something the matter, pet?"
"No," She sputtered harshly. "Sod off."
Just don't look at him... Why was it so hard?
The sound of Mias clicking his tongue at her in disapproval was perhaps just, but only served to make her even more uncomfortable. Though he was only being his usual cocky self, she could not help but feel that he knew exactly what was go
Mias and Elle - Chapter 8Elle kept a careful eye on Mias, nervous and quite fearful of what she had just witnessed him conjure in and around his hand out of thin air. He still had not answered her question, and she had a feeling that she would not get an answer or at least a real one- for some time. It was terrifying and incredibly intriguing to think of all of the possibilities of what that answer may be, but for now she would have to go on assumptions, as those were being carried away by her imagination to horrible places.Mias and Elle - Chapter 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As they exited the stag brothers' home, Elle glanced over her shoulder and found that she really had no idea what it was that she was looking at. To the untrained eye in this case, Elle- there was absolutely nothing there but a rather large tree about the circumference of two average human arm spans. There was no sign of a door, or a home or hut of any kind behind it; it was forest, just like everything else around her, other than a feint hint of a path under the foliage.
it began when:his fingers beat his tears in the race to touch his cheek.it began when:6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"don't you wish we'd have fallen in love?"
"every single day."
all the starshello, my name is rachel and i'm lost.all the stars4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i'm fighting for a lost cause, for what i don't understand, striving for a success that leads nowhere, pushing through each day only for the nights when i remember how to breathe. i'm struggling to sleep, but dying to escape. i create universes in my head in which everything is okay, and i am not afraid and my hands don't shake and other people are the ones with problems -
but i'm slowly realising that everyone has problems.
i bleed words that mean nothing, and spill colours when there are no words. i have a thousand reasons to be happy, but don't understand one of them. i have a thousand people to trust, but hurt all of them. i drink when i'm alone because blocking out reality seems easier than accepting it. i am always the strong one - a fiery ball of passion, filled with every form of fear, doubt and regret in the world. i am the one everyone leans on, i am the strong shouldered, head high, don't give a fuck girl - and i am everythin
a thousand daysthe sky was an endless seaa thousand days4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of grey and white and lost sailors
those who knew no better
who had no one to miss them
i had not seen the sun in days
months, years, decades or lifetimes
bathed myself in cold, murky water
because i was a lost sailor
who knew no better
and had no one to miss me
your skin in the spring light and
brown hands wrapped around mine,
lingering kisses in the dark
and your smile, stretched across
a canvas of hope and second chances
washed away those thousand days;
showed me that the sun is not hidden
i just didn't know where to look
Plain and Simple"I've been racking my brain, and I just can't figure it out."Plain and Simple4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Figure what out?"
"Why you love me."
I love you because it's as natural as breathing to me. The way you laugh, the way you smile... it's like my sunshine. Your voice, the way you hold my hand; it reminds me why I get out of bed every morning. All your insecurities and your doubts, they're nothing compared to what you can accomplish. You're everything perfect and unique. You're the most amazing person I know, simply...
"Because you're you."
Dollface"Ad-ler," calls my boss from th back room, just as I'm pushing open the front door to leave.Dollface4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dear Lord, what does she want now? It's time for our lunch break. "Yes, ma'am?" I lead the kids and the dog to stand outside and rush back inside to see what she wants. "Is there something you wanted?"
"Well, of course. Why else would I call you in here?"
To push my buttons. My boss is a thick woman with prematurely graying hair who complains about everything I do. And just me. I'm glad she doesn't ride Jimmy about any little mistakes, but I wish she would let off on me. If I fold something wrong, she goes off on a rant for half an hour, sometimes causing us to be late, and deducting us of our pay.
"Okay. What do you need me to do?"
"Your job!" she snaps. She looks at me hard, as if expecting me to snap back, but I never do because it could cost me the job. So she continues. "I have a delivery for you to make. It's a rush order because the client just called in to bring it over immediately."
Mias and Elle - Chapter 2Recovering from the shock that the slamming door sent through her body, Elle immediately began to push and pull tentatively at the doorknob. The door and the knob would not even budge, no matter how hard she tried, and the frustration was building quickly inside of her. An animalistic panic took over and she began to shake the handle with enough force that her entire body shook with her movements. Growing tired, she gave the rigid handle one last ferocious expulsion of strength that she could muster before giving up with a violent scream.Mias and Elle - Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Elle stared at the closed door, her short fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her tightly clenched fists. Having already tried repeatedly to pry it open with all the strength she could muster, staring at it was all that she could do. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes from welling over with tears again and cursed loudly before giving the door a swift kick. It felt good to relieve herself of some anger, but she still instantly reg
cream and crimsonthey once screamed it at the moon, between howls of drunken laughter;cream and crimson4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
that they existed in the small spaces between reasons and excuses, between contentment and regret, the things they didn't say and didn't mean, and that they lived for the moments between the days they couldn't wait for, and the days they felt as though they couldn't take it.
they howled it at the starry night sky, throats afire with the chill of the night air, lungs empty of everything they were made for;
that they would rather exist on the road there, than the place where the road ended.
his name was lachlan, and her's was tilly. they were completely and utterly in love. he had a habit for diving too deep into things he didn't understand, and she had a undying desire to save those who were drowning. their apartment was small - or cosy, they liked to call it - grey carpet, soft against bare feet, with cream and crimson walls and a pink bathtub that fit nicely against the rose petal adorned lilac tiles of the bathro
Funny,Right?In a strange way,I'm kind of proud. Two months. Two months of wanting to die,two months ofFunny,Right?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
having to lie,and no one suspects a thing. Two months, 59 days, and a certain amount of
hours, minutes, seconds that I won't bother to puzzle out. Who cares, right? Who cares how
long I've been hurting?
No one, obviously. Maybe it's just me, but I find it rather funny. Really.
Incredibly, insanely funny, the way I go about each day dropping subtle hints, giving
them glimpses of the scars all over my arms, let them catch me inflicting harm, walk in
while I'm curled up in the corner, clawing and biting at my arms like a madwoman. And they
still think I'm perfectly fine. Ha! Funny,right?! Right!?
Pale Fingered LiarsI see you there, just sitting there, shy beneath your blue eyed stare. I feel I know that ginger hair, that blue eyed stare, just sitting there. But you are lost, without a care for a forgotten child you once called fair. Perhaps one day I shall meet you there, upon the stair, with no one there but your blue eyed stare.Pale Fingered Liars4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet in that other photograph stand those in bowties, such tender lies. Such delicate lies of a family shrouded in disguise. No blue eyes come with those silken ties. Lies, just lies, like flies which fester upon a rotting carcass - a carcass of a home's demise.
Perhaps one day I shall meet you there, upon the stair, with no one there. I hope one day your blue eyed glare will melt into that dust-kissed stare, and I shall touch your ginger hair, with no one there, upon the stair.
One day, father, I won't care.