SixWordStories: Self-Portrait'normal'SixWordStories: Self-Portrait5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Don't. Even. Go. There.
I Hope You DanceA song strums, just one more in the mix.I Hope You Dance5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why can't I sit still? I grumble. I have work to do, gotta study, gotta focudamn it all. I can't.
I rise, work ignored as the swaying note wafts through my room, stretching slightly. I have to stop wearing these pants. Whenever I do, I can't stop moving They just move so well!
I hope you dance
I sway slightly, unsteady. I haven't done this in far too long. I sigh, releasing the breath hard, letting go of worry, of stress, of self pushing the breath out, pushing my hands up. Push the world aside, twirl, twist, breath.
As the song swirls, so do I. It dips, I dip, pulling close in a swooping turn.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
I look to the side, up, meeting someone's eyes, though the room is empty. It just feels right.
May you never take a single breath for granted
I stop still, breath in, hand lifting, palm down, feather-light. Halfway up, flick, palm up, keep rising
God forbid lov
Deeper then High SchoolGod, give me the strength of mind to see clearly what's happeningDeeper then High School5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The strength of self to know where it must lead
And the strength of will to make it so.
Do you love him?
Do you want to?
Love makes us blind
Can't prove them right
Not so soon after the rumo--
--no, that's the lies you tell
That's not what's holding you back.
You're scared for it to be true.
Scared to lose yourself
Scared to make tomorrow now.
So don't let it.
No, don't let it be,
But keep it hidden.
That would kill me,
And leave her in my place
But what if--
He says so,
And I agree.
But he's so magnificent,
So small and powerful,
So full of life and mirth
Rich in time and humor,
With lines that rival Michelangelo's own
A vivid portra--
If it is to be, in the cosmic scheme, don't worry, it will.
Irrespective of you,
And your denials.
Deny, legitimately, that you love him.
Because there are many
Like an Ant.To the mountain,Like an Ant.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are we?
So small against its grandeur.
To the eagle,
What are we?
Odd-lesser beingschaining themselves to the ground
Rather than embracing the freedom of forever.
To the leopard,
Who are we?
Noisy, clumsy, oblivious, obvious
So unlike her own graceful mastery
To the human,
Who are we?
Empowered, all powered, all worthy and
All knowing. All is ours.
Or is it?
For, to an ant,
We might be
Just a mountain,
Grand and great in awesome size
Yet slow, moving in unconceivable slowness.
Just an eagle,
High, distant, unconcerned and
For, to an ant, there might be
A thousand million uncounted uncountable
Things to do, things done
The Scariest HalloweenEveryoneThe Scariest Halloween4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
was giving out
Jigsaw"The heart doesn't go there, silly."Jigsaw4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Vanishing ActPerhapsVanishing Act4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Faked his death.
you'll never even know their namesYou'll never even know their names.you'll never even know their names4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inheritance of the ForswornLook at this tapestry that I've weaved,Inheritance of the Forsworn4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Webbed with threads of illusions,
And all of the alibis I've heaved
Upon you in hope of collusion.
Gaze into the scars that lie in my eyes,
The fires within
That once flickered like night skies,
Now burn with furious guilt and misery, for I have spread myself too thin.
The words that force through my lips
Are disguised confessions.
For I am no longer piloting my own ships,
My soul is not among my possessions.
My hands are slick with blood that I can make no attempt to wash away.
Blood split at another's command,
Memories that can only fade after the passage of days.
Seems I inherited Mother's black hand.
I sought to run away, and I tried to escape,
But all in vain,
No man can outrun fate,
I see myself fall repeatedly like the rain.
Unable to rise or strike back,
I stand here, obedient,
Bowing down to every order of attack.
Not blind, but attempting to be insentient.
Hiding from the horrors I've performed.
Raging at my plight,
Watching my heart gr
Voice In My HeadKeep goingVoice In My Head5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you want to get better?
Then get up
Don't you want to show them that you can do it?
Then keep going
You're not getting anywhere
You can do it
No I can't!
I've been trying!
Seasons WinterSeasons4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The colors are blanched,
and the song of limbs worn out.
Now the leaves will mourn.
Prime in her time, she
carries the buds to
warmth in her bosom.
the fire ball sent strokes of heat
to others below.
Lovingly the cold
will whisper lullabies to
newborn shades of red.
The Age of DarknessCheckmate. The white queen is dead.The Age of Darkness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wings of a ButterflyBe sure to have the courage in you, I told him,Wings of a Butterfly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The courage to crush the wings of a butterfly
The gentleness to kiss the lips of aggression
And emerge victorious.
Forget the beauty of a placid pond, I implored,
You must hurl the mossy stone with the fear of falling
With frictionless fingertips, you will watch it fall
And stroke the wings of a butterfly.
You will find the gossamer noose, I warned him,
Around your neck, and you will cut your fingers
On the wings of a butterfly, and it will struggle
But you must not let go.
With the wings of a butterfly, I whispered somberly
As he turned and walked away,
You will fan the flames, you will perish among the ashes
You will feel the heat of oppression
But they cannot stop the ripples
Or crush the wings of a butterfly.
DarkHe sticks himself toDark4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the stars, even though he knows
they will outshine him.
BeautyBeautyBeauty5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What is beauty? Beauty isn't the way your short hair cascades down like a waterfall, or the shiny amethyst earrings that peak out behind the shiny curtain. It isn't the fuchsia lip-gloss you wear, or the coral blush on your face. Nor is it the plum corsage on your wrist or the tanzanite necklace around your neck. Beauty is not the mulberry dress you wear, with its lilac lace and opals stitched into the bodice.
No, beauty is something that you don't spend hours creating in the bathroom. Beauty is something bigger than that. It is seeing you walk into the room, your pale green eyes shining in the fluorescent light. It is the radiance of your smile as it slowly widens and reveals just a glimpse of teeth. It is something that was there all along. And when the night is over, and you wash off the makeup and change into sweatpants, that beauty will still be there, where it always will be.
ClarityGorgeous crystal streamsClarity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wash away confusion
Mother EarthHello, my Child, remember me?Mother Earth5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am Mother Earth, I created thee
to protect this world with caution and care,
be fair to all earthlings, the ground and the air.
But you, my Child, have forgotten me,
have forgotten how living should really be,
for now you wonder, and even discuss:
"Do we belong to the Earth or the Earth to us?"
You leave me shattered, you leave me ill,
you burn down my ground and my earthlings you kill,
the air you pollute and don't hear my cry,
when I turn to you and ask you "Why?"
But life goes on and round I turn,
waiting for the world to discern:
I am Mother Earth, I created thee,
please respect me, hear my plea.
Twelve A.M.Twelve A.M.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind blows
Through the City.
A thousands lights
Sickly in disarray.
Street lights, sign lights
a violent glow.
A sky of
Plums-- left too long in the fridge,
Turned from mauve to brown.
The brown of smog.
All for light.
(The tormented lie of light)
Human hands in hubris
(A mass'cre of order, nature)
Defying peace and calm
And what are stars?
A thousand lights
Sickly in disarray.
The wind blows
Over the Sea.
A million stars
Awful in brilliance.
Moonfire, truest, coldest
A dark radiance.
A sky of
Dove-- vivid against the terrible purity,
alone.lonelinessYou experience loneliness, I am alone..alone.loneliness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SuccessSuccess.Success4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Copyright: A dreamer who dared.