“There's nothing wrong with you baby.”
“Then why do they all pick on me?!”
“They just don't know any better.”
“Well can't someone enlighten them?! I'm sick of living like this!”
“It doesn't matter what they think sweetheart.”
“I know! I don't know why I still care but...”
“I promise you, it'll get better.”
“How do you know...?”
“Look at me baby.”
“You're perfect just the way you are.”
“There's got to be something wrong with me...”
“No baby. Who you love is your business, and it's not a decision you can make. It's made for you when you're born, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're no different from anyone else. You're beautiful and perfect just the way you are, and I will always love you. I promise.”
“Do...do you really mean that...?”
“With all my heart.”
SingSing4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Sing me a love song
Sing me to sleep
Sing until reality
is better than my dreams
Sing to me quietly
a tender whisper in my ear
Sing a song with meaning
that I will forever hold dear
Sing to me fondly
say you love me with song
Sing to me passionately
it's been far too long
Sing to me bravely
I don't care how you sound
Sing to me softly
and watch my heart pound
Now sing to me darling
Sing with love
Sing until I feel as beautiful
as the brilliant stars above.
Us"Have you ever thought about us?"Us4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Us as in what?"
"Us as in you and me. What other 'us' is there?"
"There's the us where you're my best friend. Or the us where I have no idea what you mean half the time. There's the us where I doubt if there even is an 'us'. Then there's the us where you drive me crazy. That one's my favorite. In that us, all I want to do is hold you in my arms, and kiss you until you can't think."
Your Smile"Can I ask you a question?"Your Smile4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You just did."
"Alright, smartass. Be serious. Can I ask you a real question?"
"You know you can always ask me anything."
"Okay. You constantly ask what I wish for at 11:11."
"I'll tell you if you answer something for me."
"Deal. What do you wish for?"
"I wish for you."
"What do you wish for?"
"I wish... I wish that not a single day goes by where I don't get to see your smile."
In A NutshellI met you. I didn't meet you. I met you again. We laughed. I laughed. You laughed. We laughed again. We found meaning. We looked at little things. We talked. We loved. We looked at worlds in different perspectives. We understood eyes being windows to souls. I liked yours. You thought mine were pretty. We found balconies insipid. We found doorways ironic. We thought stars were overrated. We circled around discomfort. We circled around love. We circled and circled and circled...and then you told me you loved me. We smiled. You asked me to run with you. You told me time and space were ours to take. We were invincible. Stars became ours. Ours became different. Different became a problem. Your friends. My friends. Your ideas. My thoughts. You laughed. I didn't. I laughed. You didn't. The world was harder. Your eyes were colder. Balconies became escape routes. Doors were meant to be closed. Stars disappeared. Discomfort became natural. We argued. We fought. We stopped running together. TimeIn A Nutshell5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
UnknownUnknown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She admires the damage in others
Her twisted form of jealousy.
The breaking of a heart
And the touch of a razor blade
The only true pain she has ever known.
Her heart reaches for broken souls
Taking them into her cold embrace
To amend for her sick envy...
Her guilt for being ordinary
Knows no bounds.
As she clings to injured hands
Wishing to heal them
Wanting to be like them.
Her reason for which
Is still Unknown.
SupernovaSupernova3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You shone bright amongst the darkness
My dying star
Your damaged soul fueling my infatuation.
The memories beneath those eyelids
Burned at your soul
Though you didn't see fit to trust me with them.
With the freezing of your heart
And the flicker of your wrist,
You cast me aside.
Brooding on your own
Plunging us back into the blackest of nights.
But through the darkness
You still saw the moon
A beacon of hope on the bleak horizon.
And as I sat amongst the darkness
Bathed in the lunar eclipse
I realized there was no hope for a dying star.
holding on to broken angelsi. i never told her this,holding on to broken angels4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
but sometimes i feel like she's my broken angel.
she can't see what i see,
she can't see this person who saved me.
ii. my hazel green eyed girl.
not you, please not you,
i can't have any more scars in my life.
unless they're my own.
and that's not going to happen.
i. why does she keep falling with me?
why do we keep falling?
isn't there a bottom for us both to hit?
i don't know who's falling faster,
i don't know who's further away,
i never knew a thing about physics.
i just know this is an eternal free fall.
iii. i'm sorry i can't save you,
i'm always falling,
you can't hold on to me.
because i'm falling.
and i'll drag you down with me.
i wish i could drag you down with me.
iv. i miss you,
but i--- i don't need you anymore.
you should be here with me,
you took your distance,
and left me,
i still love you.
you'll always be my other half.
but you left me when i needed you the most.
i don't think
these are the last things i'll say before i'm goneIf I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
shattered. +trigger warning+her eyes were as blue as mine were brown. ever since we were four years old, covered in sand from our bare toes to our messy hair, i was envious of them. to me, blue was the color of imagination, the color of adventure, the color of salvation. she could sail out into the ocean, swallowed by the waves, melt into the horizon, confuse the boundaries between sea and sky, between possibility and impossibility, between reality and illusion. she could fly high, high up into the overwhelming sky.shattered. +trigger warning+4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
not only could she bend the world's rules, she could even, drifting between the lines, create new ones. she had power i, with my dark, earth-bound eyes, could only dream of, and even then, my dreams would be mediocre compared to hers. this was why i resented her, this was why i admired her, and this was why i loved her so deeply, so desperately.
we were neighbors, she and i, living in an average middle-class neighborhood. our houses were almost identical, but hers was slightly bigger. when we were lit
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
BloomBloom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A gentle smile graced her face.
"I have something for you love." She whispered.
She cupped her hands beneath her breast and stared down at them peacefully.
Before he could grow curious, a brilliant scarlet rose appeared and began to slowly bloom beneath her fingers, it's silky petals a perfect contrast to the thorns that pricked her delicate and scarred fingertips.
A small drop of blood flowed from the tip of her finger to gently land on one of the flower petals, the color of her blood meeting the rose and blending instantly.
She lifted it to her nose to inhale the exquisite aroma.
She smiled before presenting it to her lover standing wide-eyed before her.
He slowly brought his shaky hands to reach hers, affraid that if he touched her or the rose, they would shatter or dissapear.
"Don't be afraid." She tenderly assured. He nodded and took the small rose in his hands.
"Thank you..." He replied.
She stretched her hand to gently caress his cheek.
"Sorry for the blood
HospitalHospital3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate hospitals."
"They're always trying to hide."
"What do you mean by 'hide'?"
"You smell that?"
"Yea. Smells clean."
"I hate that smell."
"It's too clean. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that people die here."
"Well that's morbid..."
"It's the truth."
"Would you rather it smell like germs and corpses?"
"No. But that's not the point."
"What is your point?"
"It's all just too... pleasant."
"Well yea. Hospitals are meant to help people. They're supposed to be pleasant."
"...You've never had a love one die, have you?"
"No one should have to sit and watch the world spin on as if the person they love never existed."
Just a GameJust a Game4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spent a while
about what we
I spent a while
about what we
I spent a while
about what we
this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.You were never meant for me.this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I knew it in the most obvious manner. It was in the way you had a subtle sort of comfort in your own skin a quiet and humble confidence while I struggled to make sense of the prints on my fingertips and the way one of my eyes crinkled in the corner more than the other when I smiled. You felt safe with yourself while I was always warring with my own reflection. Half the time, I didn't know who I was. A quarter of the time, I still don't. You would call this progress if you were here to see, but I just call it sad.
When you miss something for long enough, you start to forget the exact way that things happened. Or the exact way they happened to fall apart. For instance, I don't remember the first time you didn't call, but I do remember when you told me you loved me but not enough. It's never enough, is it? The point is you were gone before I could even say goodbye. You were gone before you were ever really here, but somehow I let myself bu
Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.Dead Wrong4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.
When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.
Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from yo
Online"I have a problem."Online4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You always were a worrier."
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
"Not if it's going to worry me as well."
"That's precisely why you should know it."
"I really think I'll pass."
"But this time it's a really big deal."
"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"
"What did you think the first time you met me?"
"That's not a problem, that's a question."
"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"
"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"
"Shut it, smart ass."
"Then answer the question."
"I thought you were beautiful."
"See, now that's impossible."
"And why is that?"
"Because the first time you met me, it was online."
"It wasn't your face I was calling beautiful. It was your anonymity in your words."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that in the vast abyss of the seas that form a web of people, you were the one who sat alone in a life broke
Chemical Attractions, Pt IIWe can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid.Chemical Attractions, Pt II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not.
What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differential Equations. But they did their work and answered questions and never made more eye-contact than was necessary.
And then there was that day in the early autumn when Chlorine absent-mindedly collected Hydrogen's laundry from the dryer and started to fold it simply because it was a neighbourly thing to do, and there was that spark of understanding
today, I am immortalI put off writing this lettertoday, I am immortal3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I was either afraid
or was too choked up and mad
that you were now
a part of me.
And for a time you were just
something I forced on paper
when inspiration didn’t hit
or decided for a hit-and-run.
You were more and less of this false friend
depending on the strength I had
to deal with you.
You rained more than cumulonimbus clouds
and seeped the earth more than
the sun herself,