Long Distance, Wrong DistanceHave I ever told youLong Distance, Wrong Distance6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would
Love is...That dusty, old board game on the highest shelf -Love is...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Impossible to reach until we are tall enough.
Or perhaps, until a step stool is used? (Alas, however, that is blind ambition!)
But once we are tall enough, and we grasp it,
We find that some parts are broken,
Some parts are missing,
And the instructions are nowhere to be found!
We still play the game.
It never leaves you, the addiction.No matter how long you live, you never stop being an addict. Once you have become one, it never goes away. Once you’re labeled an addict, you will always be one. Some people may forget, or you may move away someplace where nobody knows your past, but you yourself will always know, and you yourself will always remember. You never stop being an addict, the illness is tattooed all over your body, your insides, your brain, it's everywhere. It's slavery: being a slave to your self-soothing medication.It never leaves you, the addiction.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Everyone always says that admitting you have a problem is the first step into recovery, the biggest step. They never tell you that the hardest part has yet to come. You can admit you have a problem ten times a day, but still let yourself give into temptation after each and every admission.
Withdrawal is its own circle of hell. The misery that encompasses your life when you’re in withdrawal eradicates all desire and motivation to fight. If by some miracle you manage to get past it,
Love on the runMy friend told me that in his country, if a girl was not married by twenty-five,Love on the run7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this was the first bell, the first alarm that she had done something wrong.
I thought about my own mother, married twice at twenty-one and thirty-three
and wondered why age did not change how wrong the men were, how
they drank her dreams in distant bars, how they toyed with their wedding bands
until they became weapons. I thought about myself, how I treat the word
marriage as an alarm, two rings ringing in peeling discordant chords, how
at twenty-one my mother walked down the aisle in a white pencil skirt, looked into
the eyes of the wrong choice and shared her bed, her house, her third finger
with a man who did not understand love if it was not proven to him. I thought about
myself, ageing in curling loops, receding like bamboo from the ground, from the
church steps, running from continent to continent, always searching for a new horizon
and a farther star to aim for. My feet have never stopped for long e
What Love Means To Melove...What Love Means To Me1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It isn't filled with lies
It isn't about sex
Neither of the two matter.
If you only see those things
Then love isn't there.
Love no longer exists for you.
No one expects you
To show how "worthy"
You are of our love.
We don't expect gifts
Or anything perfect
Because love isn't perfect.
"Who was that?"
"Where did you go?"
Those are the questions asked
From the ones who are scared of love
Scared of hurt
And scared to open up
It isn't about invading your "privacy"
It's about something much more.
It's about not feeling secure
Not feeling worthy
And not understanding how you could ever love us.
It's more pure
I have ever seen.
It is the unseen bond
That connects two souls
And their hearts.
Seeing it in each others eyes
No matter what,
The glowing warmth
Between you and them.
It is the passion
That envelops you both
And it is adoration
with every embrace.
There are no rules
Because love is unpredictable.
Love truly is blin
Level GroundIn a world of inequalityLevel Ground1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only level ground
Is the grave
seai am not a brave moon girlsea7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who dares to show her all to you in the dead of
night, to lure your crashing heartbeat towards her
with the gravitational pull of her glimmering
your winds whisper a gentle invitation,
and although i am tempted to run into your
sweeping tsunami embrace,
i step out cautiously onto your shore,
dipping my toes into the darkness to find you.
just when you think you've finally reached me
i flee from your current.
you wait to sweep me off my bare feet,
knowing that you're a tide i can only drown in.
i am not a brave moon girl,
so what can I do but push you away?
Apophis, Destroyer Of WorldsSeven years ago was when we began to panic. Seven years was not enough time to prepare for what was going to happen. The thing about rocks flying through space is that they come back. Often. They can swing by our planet, narrowly miss us, but they always come back for another try.Apophis, Destroyer Of Worlds5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was in the sky when it hit, the only place I assumed was safe. I spent seven years training for that day, saving up for a small biplane. I knew that no matter where it hit, it wouldn't be safe to be standing on two feet when it happened.
"Quite a time to be flying," the owner of the hangar told me as I pulled off the tarp that covered my plane.
"What are you going to do when it hits?" I asked him.
"I know that there might not be a place to land once this happens, so I can't stay in the sky. I'm going to be with my family."
I shook his hand. "See you in the next life."
Once in the air, I marvelled at the forest below me,
Sunrise PrologueSunrise Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Please do not compare me to that girl I keep hearing around! Just because I'm a new girl, people automatically assume my life will be the same as this girl named Bella Swan. The new girl of Forks High School, ordinary girl who was praised by classmates and curious if she is different to the Forks, Washington lifestyle, falls in love with the hottest guy in their class and have that hot guy fall in love with her, then get married, the end.
Besides, Bella graduated high school like five years ago right? Yet her story made a great impression on everybody. The great Bella Swan who married the great Edward Cullen. Barf! This is my story . . . and for the love of god its going to be different.
I recently moved into town from Eugene, Oregon because my parents wanted to transfer me to a better high school than the one I was going to. I wasn't doing too well in the school because there were some c
Land Of FreedomLand Of FreedomLand Of Freedom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The war is finally over.
Our victory was glorious.
But in the name of freedom many have fallen.
Forever silenced behind eternal bars of prison.
Millions of voiceless were silenced in a moment.
Lots of people gave their lives on the battle filed for freedom.
But even though their sacrifice the ones in control didn't back down.
They even started to be more and more brutal.
But in the end their game of torture and control ended in defeat.
They lost the battle to control us.
Once they were rising to control us now the time for their downfall came.
All their efforts were no match for the army of anonymous.
All the governments of the world now burn in the fire they created.
As they crumble down we watch with victory in our eyes.
The flag of war and hatred can now be finally burned as well.
The war is over and we are the ones who won it.
Now the time for us to create a new flag of hope and peace is coming.
Freedom will no longer be taken away form us.
Those who rose against us
midnight, minus threewinter comes to beijing like an old coat,midnight, minus three5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or perhaps a threadbare tide;
not a hurried cold--no, not yet so old
as an angry man--but careful, slow,
and weaving herself from wind after wind,
snow after snow--
like a shroud for a warm corpse
laying itself out on the street
at last to rest,
then, tugging like a baby at her own sleeve
she sees to them, the hot potato women,
the quiet men crying corn,
to the dusty coats and supplications,
and the sparrows blown like buttons
in a storm.
lightest expression of desireto touch youlightest expression of desire5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wanting to savor
of your skin through
because you smile
arms hair face legs
how to forget someone you love|.how to forget someone you love2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
cry every time you remember them,
every time you
think about how they kissed your
to your pale stomach,
don't even think about how
they smelled like
and soap and
that will only
make you want a taste of them
remember all the times you were sober –
but don't think about
or the way their eyes
trapped behind bars of bone.
don't memorize their walk,
down uneven staircases of memory,
or the way they
hated their laugh,
but to you
it was more beautiful than
the song of the Phoenix, as
her dying call
echoes through fading
the tinkling of silver bells
will only crush you,
the realization from ages past;
love eterne is not found in
candy shops and
and let them fly
their freedom was
and their soul
could not run wild
Missed words.Watching your beauty... failed at listening.Missed words.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WhyWhyWhy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything hurts within my soul.
I can no longer breathe.
My heart is breaking piece by piece.
My soul is in agony.
A burning pain in my chest.
My tears cover my face.
Endless oceans of tears I cry this day.
All happiness was torn out of my heart.
The walls seem to close on me.
Darkness arises from within.
A thirst of revenge fills my mouth.
My eyes no longer cry.
Now they are filled with vengeance.
I just want to see him dead.
I want to see the person who took everything from me.
I want to see him die in my arms.
Over I night he took all the life from me.
My brother and sister.
My mother and father.
They were taken away from me by him.
By his cold and merciless eyes.
Drunk he drove across the street.
While we were having a BQ.
Then suddenly he crushed in our home.
Taking away the lives of my younger brother and sister.
The car run over mom and hit dad and sent him flying.
I was the only one speared by fate.
Now I moan the lost.
Now I wish for his death.
But I am weak.
NightmaresSometimes, I awaken, screaming your name.Nightmares10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
contemplation of another weekthere is no drowning youcontemplation of another week5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in anything I can find
you are the eternal sorrow
of that which I imagine
to be my salvation
eluding my mind
from whence you spring
a paradox therein lies
in wait to pounce
feeding on me
while I smile blithely
never can I run
to catch you
when you are inside
Impending FluteImpending fluteImpending Flute5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am trilled
staccato bursts of
Wrong RingThe slam of the door caught my attention as I looked up from my laptop, knowing exactly who it was. I was expecting her to be here any minute, but I didn’t think she’d be mad enough to slam the door.Wrong Ring8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You know what?” she barked at me as I shut my laptop and set it on the cushion next to me. I turned to face the door and her, and I could see the rage in her eyes, but I stayed calm. If I got upset, it’d just end in both of us yelling.
“What?” I asked calmly, sliding my hands into my pockets as I tilted my head slightly to the side. I knew exactly what she was about to say, and she knew.
“You don’t even understand how hard it is for me to just go on pretending everything is okay,” she started as I slightly nodded for her to continue, “We need to talk about this.”
“What’s there to talk about?” I asked and shrugged my shoulders, making her eyes flare at me. I knew I was only making her mo
The AcheThe Ache2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Living today to see you tomorrow.
comfortBecause the poet in me doesn't quite carecomfort6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for central air
nor for the creature comforts
that civilize the tribes --
long fur coats and furlong trots,
diamond rings and roped-off plots,
purebred pets in collars and cages
and pages and pages of hieroglyphs,
men leaping from cliff tops in paintings you stole,
cash in a bowl, a tinge of regret,
the rhythm of sales (30 seconds or less),
and the warmth of icicle teeth in your smile --
Because these mere objects won't ever inspire
any ode or the fire of a pyre in my pen,
I remove to the heat, to the night,
where there's no light to read
and I write.
A goodnight kissHe leans in for a kiss,A goodnight kiss10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
his soft lips pressed against her forehead.
Then he gently puts her picture back in place
Death was a lot faster than him.
The Fallen in JudgementFreedom of choice...The Fallen in Judgement1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cost was so cheap -
two tasty apples
and a Paradise called Eden.
Stand there... if you will -
waffle and whine.
Stand there and lie -
like you don't know your own mind.
Your words are a Garden sown
with excuse and regret ; really
it's only your snake that we've met.
Look here... right here -
dead in my eyes. Hold my gaze
while I read you inside. Listen
as I give you the Truth -
the Truth you try so hard
When you are cruel -
or mean -
it's no accident...
it's who your choosing to be.
When you do wrong -
choose evil -
cause strife -
you made a choice to walk that in life.
Please say your sorry... please -
TogetherTo have a soulmate is most important of all. Nothing else matters.Together3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a teenager, I wanted to achieve great things. To experience everything, travel around the world, meet many people. Naive childhood dreams. Fame. Money. There are more important things.
It took me a while to realize it. But when I met Her, I began to appreciate the monotony of everyday life. I found a calming influence of stereotype, I found a uniqueness in seeming routine. I appreciate every day I spend with Anna, each of her quick smiles, every touch.
I´ll never forget the day when we first met. First of all, I´ve noticed her eyes. Crystal gray like ice on the lake and yet so gently innocent. Two cool abysses in which many would like to get lost, but gaining her favour isn´t that easy. It took months until she let me close to her. Every single minute was worthy it.
Since we know each other, I´ve learned a lot from her. I started noticing little things. (I've found out that she doesn´t