BranchesWe were sitting in a treeBranches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the first day of spring,
No one was around,
There was only you and me.
I sat on the bottom branch,
Dangling my little feet
So far above the ground.
You wanted to climb higher,
So I stood carefully,
But didn't follow you.
I could tell
From the way you smiled,
That you wanted me
To climb out on a limb,
But I refused.
I can't do that anymore.
I've done that once before,
But branches wore too thin,
And the one I climbed with then
Didn't reach my hand
To catch me when
The little tree-fingers snapped
And I plummeted to
The waiting earth below.
So, I will stay right here,
Holding on to the tree trunk
Where it is safe,
And the ground isn't so far away.
Maybe I'll just jump down,
Where there aren't any branches,
And you don't have to worry
About four-letter words
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weirdTo the person who holds my best friend's heart...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
Drunken Truths at 2 a.m.“Drunk and shameless,” she slursDrunken Truths at 2 a.m.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
slamming her empty shot glass
on the countertop. Her eyes
are glossed over, her face
flushed. It’s 2 in the morning
and she needs to go to bed
but there she sits, next to me,
shot glasses between us,
hands next to the shot glasses,
not sure whether or not
to go for another round.
Then she’s gripping the vodka
and says, tipping it sideways,
“The truth is
I don’t know how to cope
with the world.”
I open my mouth to reply—
to say “that’s alright,
no one does” or something
to that effect—but don’t get
“And the truth is
I’m 24 years old and have
never amounted to anything.”
She raises her now-filled glass
to her lips as she says this
then, after tossing it back,
adds, “And the truth is
I’m afraid of failure.”
Shot glass down, clinking
with the table’s surface—
“And the truth is
I’m afraid of success.”
The Writer's Double-Edged Sword Speechless. Surely no one in the history of mankind had felt what she was feeling, and she thought herself too uncreative and uninventive to create such a word to express it.The Writer's Double-Edged Sword3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“But aren’t there words?” a voice in her head questioned softly.
“No, not this time,” she replied. This time was different. “This time” was always different.
“There are,” the voice asserted politely. Just that light disagreement caused her hands to start shaking.
“The words I have won’t suffice. I don’t know the right ones,” she stated timidly, her own voice dying.
“Say the ones you know, say it how you know it,” the voice advised gently.
Date A GirlDate a girl who writes.Date A Girl4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She's quiet, creative, and she can leave you guessing right up to the end yet still wanting more.
Date a girl who camps.
She's always prepared, always up for an adventure, and never afraid to get her hands dirty.
Date a girl who does sports.
Whether it's team or solo, she's got a competitive spirit and she'll fight for what she wants.
Date a girl who reads.
She loves with her whole heart and she has a wealth of knowledge about everything under the sun.
Date a girl who performs.
No matter what it is you know that she's fearless every time she bares her soul to an audience.
Date a girl who's a nerd.
It might sound weird to enjoy science and math classes but she's logical and methodical about everything.
Date a girl who plays music.
She's dedicated to life like she is to her craft and she'll love learning your favourite song.
Date a girl who shops.
She might spend hours getting ready but you know she loves making herself look beautiful for you.
Date a girl who goes
Seoulit wasSeoul5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all too easy,
forgetting your name,
tasting the starlight tucked
behind someone else's
wisdom teeth ;
our soju-laced smiles
crashing at 90mph
and the memory of you
in the headlights and
wreckage of us,
our 2am laughter
echoing in your bones
from 5654 miles away ;
my hands knowing
the age-old roads
that led to brand new places,
and the faded map of you
folded and kept hastily
in my back pocket.
(I was far too proud
to ask for directions
to come home)
No RemedyPopping pillsNo Remedy7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Won't make the
Wrists and arms
Won't make you
Getting in bed
Make you hollow.
Drinking your weight
Won't make you
Forget the pain.
Don't you think
For one second
Will be of any help.
I Still Believe In LoveI believe in love,I Still Believe In Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind that
brings you to your knees when it leaves.
that hoveres on your lips
and waits for the perfect chance
to leap forth
and land on anothers' heart.
that brings two together
in marriage forever.
that drives you
to do anything with your heart
to hold your partners' love in your palms,
sheltering it with a kiss.
The right love
that never leaves once found,
yes I still believe in love.
He Was There He Was ThereHe Was There5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was crying.
He was there.
Wordless pleas for help he hears.
Disappointment, broken years: all she has to show.
Moments when he could see her falling, slowly come to mind.
Moments she was beautiful, and glimpses of her ugly past.
But nothing more than what could be, makes him love her now.
She was waiting.
He was there.
Step by step, he helped her through.
Never what he had to do; always past his way.
Laughter, giggles, smiles and sunshine- he gave them to her willingly.
Out of time he seemed to step, and showed her futures full of hope.
But it was for her to make a choice.
She was hiding.
He was there.
Extending hands of brighter days.
Encouraging in tender ways, and gave a reason why.
She painted truth, he gave devotion: it was the way of things.
If she lost herself, he’d hold a mirror for her sore eyes to see.
How To Be BeautifulHow To Be Beautiful!How To Be Beautiful1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Step 1: Look in the mirror.
Step 2: Realize you've always been beautiful.
You are who you are. You're beautiful. Weight doesn't define beauty. Beauty comes in many shapes, sizes, and colors.
Don't let anyone fool you into thinking you aren't beautiful.
Don't change for anyone. Don't wish to be like anyone else.
Six Word Stories~ (Part 3)Don't lie for my sake, darling.Six Word Stories~ (Part 3)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He makes me breathe with ease.
Reversing time won't reverse damage done.
The end is only the beginning.
Hold my hand; diminish my fear.
Failure isn't becoming of a lady.
Give me one last gentle kiss.
The forgiven weep; the devil laughs.
Why can't I be yours forever?
Indifference must be your greatest ally.
Is she the reason you smile?
I'm Anti-WomanBecause I don't support feminist,I'm Anti-Woman8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I refuse to stand with
I refuse to ignore that men suffer too,
even if it's not as much, prin
they're human too.
I'm anti woman, because I don't support abortion,
because I'm a girl who holds poster,
depicting bodies of babies, distorted.
I hate my own sex, because I dress pretty for men,
and because I don't call it “rape”
when I get cat called by them.
I'm anti-woman, because I think that women can be rapist.
It needs to be brought to light,
but instead the media likes to portray men as rapist.
Apparently I’m sexist because I'd rather listen
to a group of men express their
sorrows and depressions.
Because I think we women have all the resources we need,
for abuse, for abortion,
and for everything in between .
I'd rather sit and listen to the testaments of lost fathers,
who have suffered depression,
because abortion for men can cause a lot more problems.
Being a housewife is suddenly demeaning,
Exorcism"Is that house haunted?"Exorcism1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Strange LoverNo one in her life had ever liked him. She was too young for him, they insisted, and they were right. He knew they were right but for him, it was love at first sight. Despite how broken she was, there was also a strength he could see in the young girl, a strength so beautiful that he couldn't resist her. He never understood how she hadn't seen it and how she had thought so lowly of herself. But then, he saw people so very differently.A Strange Lover9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite his best attempts, she sought him out. She wanted to get away from her family and friends who didn't understand her. He understood her, that was enough for her. She didn't care if the others hated him, she loved him. She would fall into his arms and beg him to take her away, to a better place. He held her tightly, protectively. Yet, he knew he was no good for her, the others were right. He had to let her go, had to let her go to her family and friends who loved her and despised him. He didn't want to come between them.
He stared down at her and be
Sleep WellBedtime storiesSleep Well1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are told by memories,
and often end
with a hero dying inside us.
What Love Means To Melove...What Love Means To Me10 months 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 Ground11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only level ground
Is the grave
Why I would die for youmy life existed in shadowsWhy I would die for you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so many regrets
you found me in a gutter
dirty and diseased
worthless to the world
you cleaned me up
dressed my wounds
told me I had worth
I couldn't see the light
you promised it was there
if only I'd hang on
I trusted in your belief
your kindness touched me
slivers of light appeared
I stumbled in the night
you were there
you refused to give up
but the devil gets his due
sin seduced me
into the pit I fell
her lips were red
her tongue was silk
her eyes were flames of fire
she spit me out like vomit
you lit a match
you helped me climb out
you asked once if I loved you
I'll tell you this, my love
I'd die for you this instant
my angel from above
Love on the runMy friend told me that in his country, if a girl was not married by twenty-five,Love on the run5 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
The PerfectionThe PerfectionThe Perfection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is perfection?
It's another sick word used by society.
A word that labels all the creativity and all of the people who think out of the box.
The word marks them as notational losers who have no right to be part of the society.
But every one has the right to be what he wants.
But that is not accepted by others.
The world has a sick model of understanding.
All those who are label "different" are cast out.
They are treated horribly.
No rights are given for them.
They have no free speech.
They don't deserve to live.
All of this is our society now.
Violence and hate.
Child abuse and cruelty.
If you are not popular then you don't belong with humans.
Every one has to stand to the rules of the perfect society in order to be accepted.
Rules who are made in order people to suffer.
Society wants to see us on our knees begging for them to allow us to be one of them.
But their perspective of the world is wrong.
All of them are mindless fools who can't think out of the box.
Not Like In Books"Come with us, they say. We have the golden ticket. All you must do is look how we look, and speak as we speak. Think our thoughts, act our acts. Drink our hate and eat of our malice. We’ll dress you in the best clothes and you’ll dance with our righteous fervor. Don’t ever ask questions, and above all, obey. No conscience, no truth except that which we give you. Maybe, just maybe, that golden ticket can be yours."Not Like In Books9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She gaped for a moment, twisting the words around in her head. “Don’t you think you’re a trifle bitter? You make it sound so…calculating. So jail-like. Cultish even. I imagine horns propping a tarnished halo backlit by the very flames of Hell.”
A pause. A sigh.
"Where obligation and loss of self replace unconditional love, where you are constrained from true feeling by the bonds of so-called righteousness, where you sacrifice true belief and respect for humanity to win some cosmic prize through blind obsession…that smacks
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
ChildhoodChildhoodChildhood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun shines high in the sky.
All day long playing under the warm and smiling sun.
Night falls and the moon shines.
All night play under the stars and dream big.
Go out with friends all day long.
Ride a bike, play football, enjoy the simple life.
All day smiling and laughing, no worries no borders.
Life is simple and magical.
Being young means to have fun.
To play with friends and be free.
Never worrying about the future.
Life is just a joyful game.
Go to the lake and swim and have a good fun with friends.
When the night falls play hide and seek and dream big.
Enjoy the little things in life and never look forward.
On the street all day and all night with good friends.
Go out with your dog and have some fun.
Roll around the grass with it, laugh and bee free.
Kiss your dog on the head and hug him.
Eyes start to cry of joy and soak the fur of the dog.
Calmly he licks the tears away and gives you happiness.
Enjoy every moment with friends, family and pets.
All the little momen