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?
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.
Missing youThe hair raises on the back of my neckMissing you4 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.
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
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
Think or Feel?Dear Heart,Think or Feel?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want my head.
-Demons do not run when a good man goes to war...-2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
They march beside him instead,
All for the glory,
Of watching your world burn!
Grandmother Spider Bears the Weight of the SunDecember.Grandmother Spider Bears the Weight of the Sun4 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
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.
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian4 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.
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?
Manual of Parenting, article #1Congratulations, baby arrived!Manual of Parenting, article #13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No returns policy.
SatanismSatanism:Satanism9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Positive Truth
Devil worshiping; animal mutilating; child scarifying cult organization. These are a few of many thoughts that come into the average person's mind when the topic of Satanism is brought up. Satanism encourages individuality; the eleven Satanic statements of the Earth provide guidelines to help one lead a respectable and humble life; and the nine Satanic sins encourage one to be a more intelligent and productive person, which in turn aims to create a better, stronger society. The purpose of this essay is to exploit the reality that Satanism is a positive form of faith by focusing on aspects of modern Satanism as expressed by Anton Szandor LaVey, founder of the First Church of Satan.
First of all, Satanism encourages individuality. Satanists view themselves as the God of their own lives and believe that they each rule their own destiny; that is to say, Satanists believe in spiritual enrichment through their own work on themselves, and that ultimately they are
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
A Piece of AdviceGet your regrets while you can.A Piece of Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Penumbra A halo of cast lightPenumbra1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
praying for form
to grace its embrace,
I, an hourglass mind
waiting for time
to pass me by and by.
I, mourner of perished days,
I live in silence - I live in bliss
- to be in this world, but not of it.
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 Style4 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
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."
Slender Man Took Her James woke up to the noise of his little sister giggling in her room right next to his. He checked the time to see it was three in the morning. At once annoyance gripped the edges of his mood causing him to get up and go find out what could be making his sister giggle this loud. Leaving his room James found no lights on in the house. His parents were already asleep in their rooms which was downstairs.Slender Man Took Her3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Groggily James went to his sister's door with intentions to get her to shut up when he noticed there were no lights underneath her pink door. Instead of knocking James put his ear against the door and strained to hear the muffled noises on the other side. Who could a six year old girl be talking to at this time of night?
"Hehe, would you like to hug Bear Mr.Tall?" a light sounding voice asked through the door. Amy. No one responded to her question. Instead Amy giggled again with the sound of someone walking around and grabbing things.
SchoolWhy do I need toSchool6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a system that has never
Earned my respect?
Silence 2The silence rang mercilessly, which left Stephano and MrSilence 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chair feeling hollow inside.
Stephano tilted his head to the side without much effort, and
stared into his bros eyes.
He always thought they were beautiful, the way Mr. Chair's eyes started golden around the pupil, but then turned into a modest mix of browns. Mr. Chair looked into Stephano's golden eyes, taking note on the way they fluctuated, showing a different hue of gold each time.
They stayed like that a while longer, the moment intensifying as the seconds passed away.
It wasn't until Mr Chair looked the other way that Stephano snapped back into his conscious state.
"What is it, bro?" He asked.
"Footsteps." Mr Chair stated simply. "I-I hear..."
Stephano and Mr. Chair hopped up, almost as if nothing had ever happened. They both knew that scream too well. Pewdie careened around the corner, and scooped the two of them up.
"AHHHH LETS GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!" He screamed again