FrozenA solitary pillar
In the eye of the storm
No cover, no protection
No way to stay warm
This frozen hurricane bears down
And every side collapses in
Snow flakes and shards of ice
Embed into my skin
The steam of my breath fades
And my eyes seal shut
Disappearing deep in the snow
As the stars light up
A solitary hand
Encased in silvery ice
Reaches up for the moon
Waiting for the end of this night
Discription But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I canDiscription1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if
gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away,
urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a
variable peace, knowing that though you are far, you are still close to me. I clasp unto
myself the rhythm and rasp of your steady breathing, the mixed scent of your skin after a
long day and soap and colonge. I hold in me the nuances of your voice; soft and sharp,
whispered and story-like. In me, it all feels full and heavy and light; it feels exciting and
soothing and whole. It feels like love.
Soul Burn: Rain (Conversations with Characters) Thick, grey clouds in the sky acted like a blanket. They smothered the sun, except for the occasional tears of lightning. You could feel the earth shake, as if it were grumbling at having to endure such a tongue-lashing. Amanda watched the storm from under the shelter of her tent, her bare, pink toes sticking out in the rain. It was an unusually cold and harsh autumn.Soul Burn: Rain (Conversations with Characters)5 months ago in Settings More Like This
"What is it about storms that has you so transfixed?"
She turned her head, her gaze on the ground, to find another pair of feet sinking into the frost crisped grass and mud.
"You're looking at that sky as if it holds some secret the rest of us can't see."
Amanda slid herself towards the center of her tent, and Garrett bent down to join her. She watched the way he folded in on himself like paper along the creases. He looked at her steadily with his mismatched eyes.
"I would take the time to explain it to you," she smiled. "How it's a childhood thing; ask you not to judge me for it. But you alr
Love You EvermoreLike the lighthouseLove You Evermore1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting upon the shore
You guide me safely into harbor
so I can love you evermore
Breath The reflection of two hollow eyes stares at me, like an accusation, so I lower my gaze.Breath6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
With my line of sight directed downward, I can see my hands clamped onto the edge of the sink. My fingers have gone white from the pressure. I am hesitant of looking back up. In the green tinge of the mirror my chest is heaving. I am a fish out of water; I am getting air, but it seems that I am incapable of breathing it in. My shirt hangs low. Between my collar bones is a slight indentation the width of my thumb. My pulse throbs there, a combination of panic and the irregular beating in my chest. My chin quivers under my open mouth, my down-turned lips, crumbling in my effort not to cry. My face is pale, a bluish-white that darkens like bruises under my eyes. They are tired, tear filled. But I look into them; I do not like what I see.
you leave me gaspingyou leave me gasping out words,you leave me gasping11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying my hardest to think of something
meaningful to say.
when i do utter-stutter out something
with a grimace masquerading as a smile,
you mock the weary-worn words i borrowed.
and i spurn myself for my addiction to
singing pretty words that are
ever falling flat.
and i find myself addicted to the
easy way you stroke my worries,
kissing my raw nerves asleep.
i find that all the failing words i
try to say are right there, staring
me down lovingly, as you touch my
forehead to yours.
goneyou are missing from me.gone4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your being, like the ever-
present sun, is gone,
leaving my vitals to
Lock and Keyi keep an image of you,Lock and Key1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
you know, caged inside my head
he talks to me wonderfully,
and oh, how he smiles
but his eyes are dead.
it may be high time for me
to hand you the key
This Is Your LoveYou're the only oneThis Is Your Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who keeps my head above the darkest waves
of the ocean welled up inside me.
When everything's passing,
you're the only one who stays.
You're my evening story.
You're my morning smile
when I'm stuck in a headless holiday.
Your heart is my Never Never Land.
Anything is possible.
I bask in your touch, like sunbathing.
Your scent has seeped into my skin.
It begs, "Forget me not. Forget me never."
You're the only one who helps me sway with the wind.
You're my only one, my soul survivor.
Deep inside when I'm hoping, missing yesterday,
you're the soft light that shows me the way.
You wake me up, my sweet dream.
Telling me, urging me to be happy.
"Take a breath."
I'm a moonchild, you're my ray of sun.
You sing a lullaby to save me.
You're the only one to hold me up
when the rain cloud threatens
to drown me.
Spoken With a Heavy HeartIt has been a long timeSpoken With a Heavy Heart7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
since I have felt that
in my stomach have
folded their wings.
This is spoken
with a heavy heart,
as I have finally
But I have also
G'Morning Valentine And just so you know, the worst part of my morning is opening your stupid, squeaking door. But I open it anyway, assuring a loud, annoying good morning to everyone in the house but you. Even as I unzip my coat and throw my bag on the floor, you continue sleeping. So I take a moment to look at you, really look at you. I have to smile at the way you curl up on your side, your hair haloed on your pillow, your lips slightly parted, and your chest slowly rising and falling. I think it’s seeing you like this that makes my heart swell in the cheesiest way.G'Morning Valentine10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s the way that as I climb under the covers, you wake up and wrap you