The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,The Hardest Word3 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?
The UndesirableThe most undesirable creatures of this earth do not bear claws --The Undesirable3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are adorned with silk,
and they reveal no flaws.
The GaimI can't bee lost to this gaim no moreThe Gaim4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's draining my money
and my bank is so pore
like a sponge with no flu id
and it makes me fell sow ill
one can't grow seeds in pebbles
so now I'm fowling below a stone
that lies deep beneath my core
I try to quit, but I always seek it
from its trench on the mashine
and I always let it find my brain
and I let it mash it
into a clone of itself
a biological being that behives
like a robot
it wants me to buzz like it
so I will feed it more money
and keep it alive
so it can sting me more
my feather and my meather don't know
that I crave the gaim like meat
and the leather I rip from its hide
ow, it has cracked my boulders
and shuddered my shoulders
I can't let it bee like this no more
I will no longer let it
I will not let the gaim gain
and I will let my pore sponge
fell back with more water
and my feathers will mend
and I will find my way
back to the biology
of my humanity
and bee lost by the gaim no more.
My Own Self-DestructionThere are things about meMy Own Self-Destruction3 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.
What Music Is"What is music?"What Music Is3 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
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 II3 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
Grandmother Spider Bears the Weight of the SunDecember.Grandmother Spider Bears the Weight of the Sun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The solstice smells of wet soil.
A rising sea of dusk washes over her,
pressing on her mind
like her fingers press the lump of clay in her palm.
Grandmother keeps her hands busy,
forces nervous tremors into the small vessel
emerging like a snake
from the earth.
A bundle of flowers had held the sweat of her hands.
The trip to the hospital bore the scent of old leather,
worn bus seats
and lilies too long without water.
He'd been badly burned, they said.
His fingertips were flame-marked,
smooth and new-pink
when they came to change his bandages.
Grandmother flexes her parchment fingers.
Clay rims her wrinkled knuckles,
turns her hands to dusty grey spiders.
She clings to her secrets so tightly
her hands start to burn.
Her feet take her across the road from the bus stop.
In the Oklahoma fields, the long grass breaks against her legs,
the winds drag a tide toward her.
No moon rises tonight.
Grandmother lifts her eyes from the little clay pot in her hands,
eyes the stars
and the st
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 Star3 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?
NarcissusWhen it came to homosexuality, Miles was old-fashioned. He was embarrassed, a little ashamed and had waited until both of his parents were dead. He was a little disconcerted by the world of modern relationships. The physical aspect was embarked upon immediately. Love, however, could only be mentioned when the couple had been together for a suitable period of time. The rule was you can't love someone you don't know.Narcissus3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Miles had fallen in love with Brett instantly. Helplessly. He'd never experienced such panic and hope. Sex seemed inevitable, completely out of his control. But it hadn't happened. Affection hadn't materialised either. Reality reasserted itself. Brett didn't feel the same way about him. Brett didn't feel that way about anyone. There were countless admirers surrounding him male and female. He was young and beautiful. Astoundingly beautiful. Miles would have done anything for him. Which is why he'd made the mistake of agreeing to become his agent.
It was only a small mo
Trying - Haikusi. come to my cold schoolTrying - Haikus4 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
SimonHe breathed his resolutions into my neckSimon3 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."
Queen of GeeksUnexpected end to kidnapping caseQueen of Geeks3 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
Manual of Parenting, article #1Congratulations, baby arrived!Manual of Parenting, article #12 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No returns policy.
The Mushroom Forest Chapter 8The Mushroom Forest Chapter 84 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
I was never a writer. I: HalfsleeperI was never a writer.1 year 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
Think or Feel?Dear Heart,Think or Feel?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want my head.
The Slender GameThe Slender GameThe Slender Game3 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
Short Slendy Stories: Cathy's Bloody BirthdayCan you name them?Short Slendy Stories: Cathy's Bloody Birthday2 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,
A Piece of AdviceGet your regrets while you can.A Piece of Advice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In MemoriamIn Memoriam3 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
LGBT Opinion, Theory of Knowledge Style"I Support Gay Marriage, or as I like to call it, marriage. Because I parked my car today-I didn't gay-park it." This quote, even though I cannot remember who it's by, is one of my favorite quotes. It highlights exactly how I feel about gay marriage, and the subject of homosexuality in general. When I went to see the One-Acts, The Laramie Project stood out to me because it reminded me how homophobic our world is. There are people in the world-in CCDS-who think that being gay is a separate lifestyle, a sinful choice, or a disease. This appalls me and angers me to a point where I tear up. Why am I so passionate about this? Why do I push so hard for the acceptance of homosexuality and LGBT? It's because I am LGBT. I am bisexual, and because I am, I have several things I know about the subject of homosexuality, and why there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.LGBT Opinion, Theory of Knowledge Style3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
First of all, last time I checked, I am currently living a life that is just like my 100% percent straight peers-only I happen to
Missing youThe hair raises on the back of my neckMissing you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as your breath brushes softly against it.
I feel your arm, strong and dependable
wrap around my middle, pulling me close.
A smile is painted on your tender lips
when your cheek nuzzles against mine.
And when I open my eyes,
I could still feel your phantom touch.
Almost as if, you had truly been there.
Short Slendy Stories: Tommy's FollowerSomethings are better left unsaid. Rumors began to spread about a creature that lived in the woods, and brought children to their deaths. Some say he's a living man. Others say he simply crawled up from the ground one day, and lives off of humans. You really can't tell. These rumors were so extreme, some adults went crazy to try and protect their kids. Others abandoned their children, and then hung themselves. No one was ever sure why. However, all of this information meant nothing to the eleven year old boy named Tommy, who lived in Texas. He was tall for his age. Nice hair, big, brown eyes, and olive skin. He claimed he wasn't scared of these rumors that ran through his school, but late at night, he'd have nightmares of a strange creature with tentacles.... But, monsters don't really exist.....Short Slendy Stories: Tommy's Follower2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What frighten the boy the most is that this summer, his family was forcing him to go on a camping trip for five days. Five days of torture for the tall boy.
"Mom? Are you sure we're a
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was only a joke,
but you would hold her tightly
so she could not fly away.
Now you carry starlings in your pockets
to feel their little hearts
fluttering much like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest,
heart beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it
as you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It is a dream,
just a nightmare,
but you know that it is her...
She has returned to you
decked out in feathers,
choking on a heart,
and you're frightened as hell
at how god damn beautiful
she is in broken symmetry,
but you find relief in your fistfuls of feathers.