The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,The Hardest Word4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.
To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.
To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
Darkness is Always More Convincing than LightWhy is it, impossible thingsDarkness is Always More Convincing than Light4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
usually only seem possible
when they’re horrible
and we’re afraid?
One Bullet and Two VictimsShe looked so frail and hallow,One Bullet and Two Victims6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could help
but the shards
of her depression
keep cutting me
every time I try to touch her.
They're getting close
to my veins
and all I can do is bleed everywhere
but at least the scarlet liquid
lets her know that I care.
I'm such a masochist
for trying to piece together
such an impossible puzzle
but I'd rather die trying
than her die giving up.
Now she's screaming at me
and begging for me to quit
and she's trying to stop my bleeding
but I rip out the stitches
she placed on my wrists
and spell her name with my blood
so she knows
kills me too.
What Music Is"What is music?"What Music Is4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A young boy asked me that today.
I bent down to his level, so our faces met eye to eye, and, grinning, I responded.
"Why do you care? Out of our world today, why is it you who cares?"
He looked thoughtfully back at me with his eyes, too full of wisdom for his age, and he said, "Because I want to make good music someday."
I liked his answer, so I told him I did. He smiled, seeming honestly pleased that I liked his opinion. He grabbed my hand as I stood up, pleading at me with his eyes, and when I looked into them, I knew he wanted to hear more.
"I will show you the things that proper music make." I said to him. And as I walked along down the street with this child's hand in mine, I thought of how trusting he was being. I didn't know what to make of it, but as he followed along the street with me, I began to point out the things with which proper music was made.
"Music," I said, pausing to think. He looked up at me, as he had noticed my pause because we had stopped walki
My Own Self-DestructionThere are things about meMy Own Self-Destruction4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just can't control
The shame makes me want
To crawl in a hole
I rely on you more
Than you'll ever know
It'd be better for you
If I were to go
I know I'm a burden
Don't bother denying
But I can't seem to shake this
No matter how hard I'm trying
The guilt causes pain
And so does the fear
The voices inside
Are all I can hear
All of these things
Make it so hard to function
I am the cause
Of my own self-destruction.
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,Soldier Boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
Manual of Parenting, article #1Congratulations, baby arrived!Manual of Parenting, article #13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No returns policy.
On Becoming a Rock StarFive years ago, I played music to anyone who listened. I never asked for money, never went to bars or clubs or took gigs. I'd play for a slice of pizza or a high five.On Becoming a Rock Star4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I played because music breathed for me. I loved to watch people listen, to watch the paradoxes in their eyes as note after note took them from mountaintop to ocean, forced them to feel joy and pain, fulfillment and longing, love and betrayal all at the same time.
I met Emily one day in the park across from the university. I sat on a concrete picnic table under a towering oak picking at a guitar with whatever melody came to mind. The minute she walked by, I smelled wildflowers. Emily smelled like wildflowers, and her presence washed over me like wind ruffling the edges of my hair.
For two weeks I came back to that spot at the same time every day. I played and waited until wildflowers and wind trembled in my fingers and I caught her walking by. "Wait! I'mI'm sorry, but you well, could I just sing a song for you?
Seafoam and Ash IIA girl once told me she was conceived by the ocean. "By" not "beside" her skin was the color of new seafoam and you could follow her green eyes into the deeps and drown there. She had a soft, papery voice that sighed in and out and dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders like dried seaweed.Seafoam and Ash II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was born along the sea strand, where the ocean met solidity and pounded it into tiny grains. Perhaps she was delivered in a clump of seaweed or crawled her way out of a pink conch shell and learned to swim before learning to walk. She carried an air of calm serenity that rippled around her like an aura wherever she went, content to flow instead of fight.
Her name was Naida.
I met a boy born from the fire tailing comets rushing through the atmosphere. His hair was a shock of red swinging upward and he lit up entire rooms with his presence. He always spoke a little too fast, the words rushing from his mouth like sparks off a firecracker, flickering and dancing. His
In MemoriamIn Memoriam4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black smoke spirals high into the sky,
Like demonic fingers reaching to grab the clouds.
Ash descends like fiery rain
Onto the sidewalks of New York City.
An explosion is heard,
And Tower number two is hit.
The planes had driven their wings into the Twin Towers,
And the terrorists drove their stakes into the hearts of Americans.
People stood and watched,
As their loved ones became trapped,
And it seemed like there was no hope
An earth-shattering noise,
And Tower Two collapsed.
Dust and debris swirled in a suffocating tornado;
Endangering those who were around.
People cried and ran,
For they knew people in the Tower.
Another horrifying noise,
And Tower One came down too.
Now there was nothing left but rubble,
And the time it took to clear it away.
Now I stand on the edge of Ground Zero
Just ten short years later.
The chilling ghosts of the bravest voices in history
Echo softly around the site.
The pain we've endured over the course of these years
Is permanently etched into
The UndesirableThe most undesirable creatures of this earth do not bear claws --The Undesirable4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are adorned with silk,
and they reveal no flaws.
SchoolWhy do I need toSchool1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a system that has never
Earned my respect?
I was never a writer. I: HalfsleeperI was never a writer.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell in love, once.
A snowstorm melting from my hair - dripping cataract:
diluted coffee. A dark room filled with language
so beautiful, I almost understood what was said.
Children are getting younger, and this land has no end,
where do you rest your head?
All things are in a constant state of vibration,
a harmony in the space between
our fingers. our hands.
I’ve only ever stopped to listen
Trying - Haikusi. come to my cold schoolTrying - Haikus5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to see suns and stars on earth
ii. if life is a breath
we are tiny golden motes
drifting in our sleep
iii. vanished in a flash
blink and you will miss them all
promises to you
iv. toss the feathers to
in an instant like a daze
feel the love of flight!
v. in euphoria
dreams come and go like tides
trust not your senses
vi. more wonderful are
the feelings never described
by ink and tired eyes
vii. november twilight
burnt-out, heavy and dreaming
eager for new tales
viii. to build a refuge
lamp-light, book and caring stars
sit with me and sleep
ix. in the scent of myrrh
past kingdoms forgotten but
mostly only dust
Queen of GeeksUnexpected end to kidnapping caseQueen of Geeks4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Sunnyvale Tribune 23 Feb 2007]
In an unexpected development, police have closed the case against the kidnapper of twenty year old Nicole Cantrip. 'The circumstances surrounding Miss Cantrip's alleged disappearance have become clearer,' Inspector Frank Jones told the Tribune, 'and it's come to light that the case was filed in error. There is no evidence whatsoever that a kidnapping took place.' Since Cantrip is over eighteen, the applicable missing person legislation is almost non-existent, much to the dismay of her mother.
'Something has gone horribly wrong when a girl can be forced away from her family by people she's never met and it's called normal,' said a tearful May Cantrip. 'Nix wouldn't have abandoned us, dropped out of all her classes and left everything behind unless
somebody was forcing her.' Mrs. Cantrip claims that her home was invaded by several men who demanded that her daughter accompany them to what she describes as 'a k
Princes Don't ExistI was there when the glass slipper shatteredPrinces Don't Exist5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and sent jagged pieces stabbing into delicate skin.
I was there when the flying carpet broke down
and fell out of the sky along with our dreams.
I was there when the carriage turned back into a pumpkin
and the rabid mice started to gnaw the edges.
I was there when the prince showed up too late
and the spindle's crimson stain remained.
I was there when the dwarves took her hostage
and made her dress as a French maid.
I was there when the beast turned into the monster
that devoured the bookish girl's eyes.
I was there when the gills turned into lungs
and the bottom of the ocean was too far down.
I was there when the gun fired its lead because
people can't really listen with their hearts.
I was there when the pound euthanized the lady
because there were just too many mutts.
I was there when they found the grave of the Romanovs
and the girl was just ten feet away and six feet down.
I was there when none of their dreams came true,
The Mushroom Forest Chapter 8The Mushroom Forest Chapter 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Demetri's eyes flew open. This was the fourth time he had woken up in the middle of the night. His scrapes were killing him. "Ugh!" He shifted painfully and nudged Serendipity to wake her.
Opening one eye to look up at the boy, she tiredly asked, "What do you want, Demetri? It's kinda the middle of the night right now..."
"Well, uh..." Demetri paused. "Do you think there are any herbs that can treat pain around here?"
Serendipity got up and streched her front legs, the proceded with the hind legs. "Well, I guess. But, can't it wait until tomorrow?"
Demetri rubbed one of the scratches on his knee. "I could wait, but they really hurt right now. And it's hard to go to sleep."
"Well, I guess I gotta go look for the right herb. Do you think you're well enough to come with me?" Serendipity asked.
Demetri tried getting up, but every movement just caused more and more pain. "I-I don't think I can, I'm so sorry!"
Serendipity looked at him with sympathetic eyes. "Don't worry about it. I'll be ba
SimonHe breathed his resolutions into my neckSimon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And said, so softly
"I am undoing."
I was a blood red curtain once.
When parted, I embellished
Rooms that maybe,
Could have held the contours of his eyes.
But never, never
Would shapes be any more succulent,
Than when they snagged in that pair
He saw a chicken scratch garden
Inhabited the landscape
And when I folded chair-like on his lap,
He gave me blood-kissed Geranium
Tied by my curtain string.
My own messiah, with shears and stitches,
Simon pulled my corpse
From the sylph-feigned cairn
My mouth to his forehead endured,
I love him so, I do:
"I am undone."
Short Slendy Stories: Cathy's Bloody BirthdayCan you name them?Short Slendy Stories: Cathy's Bloody Birthday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Can you name them all?
The ones that lost their lives
To the man who's skinny and tall?
One... Two... Three, there should be more.
All their deaths sad, filled with blood and gore.
It's a shame, you know, the deaths of all of his kills.
This frightening tale will surely give you chills.
So painful, yet, it could be you too.
Just don't look.....
Or he takes you....
A layer of dust was swept over the old bookcase. Whispers and the rasp, crisp sound of paper being turned filled the library. Strangely, the girl in this library wasn't attracted to any of the books on the shelves, except an old newspaper, just sitting behind the layers and layers of dust. She approached the case, examining it closely. Why it caught her eye? She wasn't sure. She leaned on the wooden shelf, stepping on her tipi-toes, trying as hard as she could to reach the papers that were too far for her arm to stretch.
"Just a little farther!" She whispered to herself as she stretched with all her might,
The Slender GameThe Slender GameThe Slender Game4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"C'mon, play the game, its just a game, nothing will happen to you...."
Summer finally came! Even though I live in Oregon, and its still cold and damp, its nice to have some little sun every once in a while. As I walk out of my home to see my friends near Woodmancy Park.
Hi, my name is Jon Low, I am a normal 19 year old boy with friends and a huge imagination, my friends tend to tell me that I am a wuss and all, but I consider myself brave and strong to prove them wrong. As I continue riding my bike to the park, I can see my friends in the distance. I see Kenny, Melanie, Nichole with Kyle standing next to her, and someone else, as I get closer, I see the other person to be Lianna, my girlfriend, who is visiting me from California. I cannot wait to start this day!
As we walked through the woods, holding Lianna close to me, I can't help to feel something was following us, or well, following me at least. At first I thought it wa