Prisoner-Paper Plane R.L POVRin POVPrisoner-Paper Plane R.L POV4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I met a boy my age at the place my father works.
Today I met a girl my age when I was wandering around the courtyard.
He looks like me.
She looks like me.
He was interesting to talk to.I received a paper plane,with words.A letter from him.
She was interesting to talk to.I gave her a paper plane,with words.A letter to her.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope he's there.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope she's there.
I have so many letters from him.I'm so glad I met him.He helps me forget about my illness...
I have so many letters from her.I'm so glad I met her.She helps me forget about my troubles...
I love him.
I love her.
Why does Father have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why does General have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why can't I see him anymore?I don't care!I'm still going to see him one
Awkward Underwater RelationsShe does a crab danceAwkward Underwater Relations4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while looking at those who swim
hoping that someone will understand
(no one usually does)
Drawings on the Wall “She still seems to be retreating.”Drawings on the Wall5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do the doctors know what it means?”
“Creatures, and monster, it’s all nonsensical.”
“How long was she there for?”
The girl sat on her cot in silence.
Nearly every inch of her cell wall was covered in dark markings. Some overlapped each other. Beasts with horns, and jagged teeth marched across the white backdrop. Words speckled the drawings in terrifying ways;
“Father,” “Forgiveness,” “Sanctuary,” and “Eyes.”
Nothing about the drawings themselves seemed right. Hatched from a mad mind, the monsters towered over small figures. Some, rabbits, others, what
My call to the Mental Health Hotline.Hello, and welcome to the Mental Health Hotline.My call to the Mental Health Hotline.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you are incisive compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3456.
If you are paranoid, we know what you are and we know what you want. Stay on this line and we’ll trace your call.
If you’re delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen close and the small voice will tell you what number to press.
If you are depressive then it doesn't matter which number you press, no one will answer you.
If you are dyslexic, press 69696969.
If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the hash key until the beep. After the beep, please wait for the beep.
If you have short term memory loss, try your call again later.
And if you have low self-esteem, just hang up. All our operators are too busy to talk to
six steps to fixing youstep onesix steps to fixing you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cry. scream. bang your fists against the walls
that keep you locked inside.
kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupid
and wrong and that you've never loved her.
cry. scream. apologize via him to you.
let your tears catch on your lashes
until you can no longer see anything but your own
demise. taste the bitterness left in
your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.
break a mug. break two. kick
the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more.
break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl.
break a finger because nothing can take away this
sort of pain. you are empty and yet
you are filled with so much anger.
break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.
you are okay, you tell them.
you break three days later and you lie
in bed, unable to move.
start picking up the pieces. clean up the mess
you've made and he's left.
use windex to polish off the dirt and
The KrakenThe Kraken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
For Helping MeFor Helping Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I'm in
The darkest place
You'll always understand.
You've been there.
Sometimes you're already there
Waiting for me.
But whether you want
Me to save you
Or join you
I do not know.
I release my pain
Using the blade
And you snap.
I don't understand
What you what me to do.
I can't just sit there and suffer.
I've never been able to.
I try to release my pain
Using the elastic band
But you make me
Promise never to again.
Do you not understand
How hard it is
For me to stop?
But then I look
And I see
That you are the only person
Who is like me.
And I love you
For being you.
For helping me.
I Wanna Die TonightShe said, \"I wanna die tonight. This night is perfect for it. The stars cry for me already. They don\'t know that I\'m still here. So there is no point in staying. The sky is screaming for it. I wanna die tonight. The time is right for it.\"I Wanna Die Tonight12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He said, \"You don\'t wanna die tonight. Look out at the moon. She shines a different light. She knows your true power. She shines for you still. You live for it. You don\'t wanna die tonight. The night is when you truly live.\"
She said, \"I am death tonight. The night is when the pain comes out. The night is when it\'s dark. I come alive, but realize who I really am. I am that darkness out there. Not the moon, or the stars. I am the deep, dark black. I am death tonight. This is how it must be.\"
He said, \"Take me with you. The world is begging for it. Take me away into that deep dark nothing. Where it doesn\'t hurt or burn or sting. Take my tortured soul into the night and fly away in the sky. Take me with you. Take me out of this life.\"
YouYou4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you know how much I want you,
How anxiously I miss you.
How much is there to go without you and how my heart beats because of you.
It's like the way my heart grows,
With each moment I am with you.
Just there's never enough in lonely moments when I am not with you.
But I know how much you love me too,
How there's tomorrow for everything.
Yet your smile alone makes me think of nothing else but you.
Love Reaps part 18Love Reaps part 183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's turning me into a pushover. I mean, I've never been a pushover!
She wants food.
I get it for her.
She wants a better room.
I argue with the manger to get it for her.
She feels sorry for Elapse.
I carry him up a flight of stairs so he can lie in MY bed.
This is ludicrous, why does this insignificant girl have so much power over my will. Every time I try to glare into her dark eyes, wanting with more than anything to say a 'Fuck NO', it comes out as a hesitant yes. God please help my tainted and tortured spirit to get resistance to her deep soul shaking eyes.
I glued my eyes on his gold locks; it was beginning to sting my eyes. A natural urge to destroy stuff that irritates my sight kicked in. I'm sure he won't mind a new hairstyle, close shave till no blond can be seen. I grinned, Scarlet giving worried side glances from the other end of the room.
His nose twitched, it resembled that witch show oh what was it called?
Elapse groaned; I obvious did some pretty impressive damage
BlessingMy father strangled a birdBlessing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quietly, calm as gravity,
there in the garden. He bent
as if praying to the torqued wing
reddening his hand.
The night hunkered down on the screaming
wildness, on the kicking legs, the abrupt
and awe-filled silence. I watched him
watch the beak open, close,
like rippling lake water.
I loved him, the mercy
of his heavy knuckles, the kindly
He closed the beak like a priest
closes the eyes.
resistanceThe key to happiness is to always be fucking somethingresistance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am incapable
because I let it
go only to a certain point
arrhythmia is a tremor,
a Malthusian catastrophe
less solvent than snow.
The renegade who serves
my synapse sequences knows
this, and she develops fevers
to quell my dependence on
our forest of censored souls.
Mine is a passive immunity.
She makes tsetse flies,
fills them with blinks,
and releases them as impulses
that vaccinate my love against
the hurting. I'm not so deep
and I know nothing of suffering.
GlobalThe world is a stage,Global3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not quite a cage.
Even when alone,
we feel prone.
or hear a sound.
Its not paranoia,
this goes higher.
Were feeling there gaze,
in our pink cloud haze.
What we percieve,
is where were decieved.
All weve been taught,
is how weve been bought.
Well go round again,
like its a trend.
The world is a stage,
not quite a cage.
Dick and Laurence Renku-2end of summerDick and Laurence Renku-24 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the deflated wheel
of a tricycle
first day of spring
the prostitute forces a smile
no moon tonight
the cleaners plan a strike
in the same letter
after the stroke
she calls me 'Michael'
my mother checks
the spider rebuilds its web
I don't recognize
another year older
the morepork's song
the infant's grip
a raven slips
last week of tutorials
the roof springs a leak
the beggar tries
the pub falls silent
we mute the program
sniffing her panties
in the thrift store coat
the hills disappear
on Atlanta homeless
first Christmas alone
the snow so dee
Lazy daysGod, send me a sandy-blonde queenLazy days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the lazy days
for the suckerbears and honeycombs
and that smoldering crocodile apathy
She can be like me,
tossing a chunk of snooty china at the wall -
just to delight in watching the pieces hit the floor
like melting pellets of rain.
hidden tearsi lock away he painhidden tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
put away the fears
show you only smiles
not the hidden tears
Summer Renga1.Summer Renga6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the beggar receives
my brother adds wings
to the chalk dragon
all six hands
of the hornet
mountain pass coyote eyes in xenon
wraps the sky
a photo of grandpa
the sleeping toddler
her sundress dips
from the cornfield
another man's shape
in the darkness
a week of clouds-
my sister paints her nails
the magician makes lunch
Weekend HikeBlue dawn. After one last stretch, I start alone up Kennesaw Mountain.Weekend Hike5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sparrow's song
Most Sundays, I would be joined by mom and, if we can budge him, my kid brother. Today they have opted for church. I don't mind the solitude. Walking alone, I focus on breathing, slow and deep into the stomach. In martial arts, this is called Qi Gong. The old masters would breathe this way to increase their longevity.
on the young girl's lips
Passing a field, I'm surrounded by butterflies. Swallowtails, Hairstreaks, even a Southern Dogface! I've never seen so many at once. Among the insects, hikers scour bushes for ripening blackberries. According to the guidepost, this is where General Sherman suffered his heaviest casualties.
the cannon packed