Myrtle Beach.The waves lick lazily at the shore, and everything is salty and wonderful. This feels like home.Myrtle Beach.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brendon breathes in through his nose, humidity and sodium pricking at the insides of his nasals. He toes at the cool sand, wet and comforting.
It's not quite familiar, not quite reminiscent enough. Not naked enough, not happy enough.
And really, he's not sad at all. He's not really lonely, not angry, in all actuality, he would probably say that he is content.
Contentment is a fantastic feeling, he thinks.
He thinks of nakedness, of damp cigarettes and the sand stuck between his toes for weeks.
He kept a pocket full in a ziplock bag up until about a year ago.
He threw it out into the pacific like he would scatter ashes.
The death of something too old to keep living; ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
He smiles to himself, too bashful to be just for himself, and he looks down at the waves splashing at his ankles.
He told Spencer where he was going. He told Zack that he was going alone. They
Dreams of Cabaret_ch10Dreams of Cabaret_ch102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DREAMS OF CABARET
Moving day had finally rolled around. Matt had already signed all the necessary paperwork. The place was paid in full. No rent. And man was it big! I had been before, but the place just really opened up now that we had moved in and arranged all the furniture.
I watched Brendon run up the stage. He did a catwalk, followed by a rather impressive back flip. I applauded him. I honestly didn't think he would land it. It was surprise after surprise with him. He was so impulsive, and I loved that about him. I tended to be a little to shy towards certain things. I wish that I could open up the way Bren did. Or live life like there was no tomorrow like Frank, And Pete, he took so much shit yet always managed to brush it off and keep going. Everyone here had such admirable traits. It had me thinking why Brendon had a strong attraction toward me, I couldn't figure what set me apart from the rest. I decided not to bring it
Untitled RydenRyan frowned as he looked at Brendon. "Not now," he said, pushing him away and grabbing his pencil.Untitled Ryden2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why not, Ryan? Please?"
"I said no." Ryan muttered before scooting away from Brendon. They were sitting in Ryan's living room. The TV was on in the background and piles of homework cluttered the floor. The room was small, which made Ryan's movement seem like nothing. It was as if he hadn't even moved.
Brendon groaned. "It's always no, Ryan. It's always no and I hate it."
"I don't care."
"Don't you want to try? You've never had your first kiss and neither have I so let's change that!"
Ryan looked up from his homework at Brendon. "I've had my first kiss," he said. "You're the one who hasn't." He glared at Brendon. This conversation came up every day. Ryan considered Brendon as his friend, nothing more. But Brendon was curious. Curious in the sense that he wanted to try new things, no matter what those things may be. And Ryan was one of those things. Sure, Brendon was attractive, Ry
The In Crowd - RydonThe In Crowd - Rydon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If all our life is but a dream " Brendon sings as the crowd dies down from cheering after I said, "Our next song is Northern Downpour!"
"For diamonds do appear to be" Brendon pauses and throws it to the audience,
"Just like broken glass to me." The thousands of boys and girls sing.
By the middle of the song, he throws me a smile. I give my best attempted smile back as I sing, "Sugar cane in the easy morning."
By the time the concert ends, we make our way to the side of the building to say hello to some of the fans. Some of their faces screaming in enjoyment, others drowning in happy tears. I give out my best smiles for photos, my best signatures for the young 14 year old's arms. I see old faces and some brand new ones too bad at this point I feel so out of tact about everything.
Zack says, "Alright guys time to come in!"
The crowd of kids that probably spent hours in line all say, "awwww" almost in perfect unison.
I give my last waves and hugs to the kids.
We then make it t
I Can Be LoveOnce again I've left you with nothing but a smile and a hug when everything in me wanted to leave you with so much more.I Can Be Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any girl could give you a smile or a hug and I don't want to be just any girl.
I don't want to, I'm scared but the thought of not telling you is tearing me from the inside out.
If I let you go without letting you know, I won't become what I've been striving for ever since I decided to stash all my fears away into the corners of my mind and my heart.
I'm terrified of you.
Everything about you is too unreal, in the sense where you're everything I want and everything I can't have - all at the same time.
You smile at me and I wonder how you can compliment mine, when yours is so beautiful, so genuine.
You always try to be there for me if I need you, whether you were busy, tired or already sleeping.
Your stories and your texts have me grinning for days and days after.
(I even keep a few of your texts so I can read them whenever I miss you.)
FracturedWish, wish, wishingFractured2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not forget
the living truth
as it speaks to you
finding their way
back no matter where
Blinded to everything
else in the light
Endless, eternity, aronion
beneath my heaving chest,
weaving lust, love and
lovely lust and the instinct
that this is the path.
I am fixated
on the words
that you said
where a french kiss
should be like a dance
and I'm just trying
Maybe I Need YouYou are my lightning.Maybe I Need You2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No thunderous warning, just swift and silent.
Set me on fire and burn me alive,
Leaving my bones exposed, blackened and burned.
There are bruises in my arm, and my veins are spread like angel wings,
But the only thing I've been shooting is stars since I met you.
You're tracing electricity across my skin,
I can feel you in the tips of my
Toes hair fingers spine.
Love me, I begged, palms wide open.
Just love me.
I'm a coin set on edge,
Sent spinning madly across the table.
But I'm running out of turn,
Juddering, clattering, in my electric chair,
Finally going flat.
Heads or tails?
I swear you can hear my heart beat
Me black and blue,
Attacking with all it's got.
There's no defibrillator shocking me back to life,
And it's telling me, no, not this time. You can't. You can't.
Maybe I can.
(When it rains, it pours
And with every pore,
Maybe I want you.)
Maybe I want to be the first thing you see in the morning,
And the last thing on the insides of your eyelids.
lets change the worldi sit here drinking cold coffee on a monday afternoon; and i listen to the creaks silence makes and the sad words in a song on repeat, but i can't seem to feel. sometimes i cry because i want so many things its hard to concentrate on what i have and sometimes i want to close my eyes forever and just stay in my dreams.lets change the world2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i want to take photos that make people realize beauty is everywhere-and i want to tell people how beautiful they are when i see them. i want to sing songs and make people smile and feel soft inside like a freshly baked cookie. i want to walk down the street and look and see trees blowing in the breeze and little girls laughing and men smiling as they hear them. i want to be selfless and make the world a better place, and sometimes all these wants just get to me and i can't figure out what to do first.
and we're the generation of change-we hold the attention of the world and we grasp the sadness that we contain and how it can change us into horrible people or beautiful one
There She GoesThere she goesThere She Goes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That girl who is always smiling and laughing
The one who always has the advice
The one who always knows...
How to bring a smile to someone's face.
She always looks so happy
Like as if her life is perfect
Like as if everything is bright in her world.
But nobody knows
That at night
After a call with her father
Who lives so, so, so far away
She cries herself to sleep.
She sleeps with a broken heart
Tears stain her cheeks and her pillow
Her father is the most dearest to her
And he's so far away
She can't smell the familiar scent he has
Of After-Shave and spice
Just thinking about the divorce
Has her body shakingwith sobs
Nobody knows that this perfectly happy girl
Had suffered through,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
And yet she still smiles...
don't tell me i'm an insomniacand she tells me, "because of youdon't tell me i'm an insomniac3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i've been happier than a worm with
depression being murdered by a bird."
she's been given a reason to live;
so she can die happy.
first.i'm a girl and you're a sunrise, letting me watch you burn across the sky. i'm not pretty enough to be you, not smart enough to catch you when you fall. i dig my fingernails into your palm, not wanting to let you go. you know how it is. you're a boy, and i'm something that could have been.first.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you curl your fingers over the frets. we could've been something great. my guitar's hanging next to the television. i wonder if you sold yours. was it too painful? there's still static, smoke curling across a frigid landscape. i used to write songs, you know. don't get too confident; they weren't all about you.
gosh. it seems like eons ago. autumn nights are so cold on the island, but we're warm. the cabins are empty, because no one takes a vacation in october. you know how it goes; we're both falling. not in love, but out of it.
i miss you like i miss not breathing. you don't notice it, but it's there. i let myself forget you a long time ago, but you're still here. an echo, mayb
IntangibleThat day,Intangible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watched Time
through my cold fingers
like blood -
to the ground,
leaving only a
wanderlustshe was a s e v e n t e e n year old girl from nowhere [or was it everywhere?] with dark hair and long eyelashes and skin that was always pale white. when she was young she played in the poppy fields of greece and when she got older her tongue started yearning to speak italian and russian so that she could travel to other far off places.wanderlust3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born on a friday between two ice storms, and the first word she ever heard was b e a u t y. her mama told her that when she first opened her dark blue eyes, her pupil was surrounded by a ring of pure white. the blue stayed but the white turned to green [and from then on her eyes were always her favorite feature].
she always had nightmares, never good dreams, but maybe that's because she could never stop d r e a m i n g with her eyes open. all she ever wanted was dirt roads and stars and mud under her fingernails.
[maybe one day, when she's older, she'll take a crinkly old map and
I read...I read books for the landscapesI read...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And far away worlds,
To get lost in the romance
The type to hide under the bed
Uh, what I mean is look over my shoulder
Makes sure I'm not seen
moving my lips to dialogue I could never have written
As my mind runs down streets I'll never see.
I read too far in to gestures, trip
Up over words
I imbue with romance,
The type to hide behind anything if it means the poems don't slip through.
Living Writers BlockYou are my living punishmentLiving Writers Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one thing blocking me
Zippering my mouth
Tying my shaky hands
The words are my closest companion
But when I'm around you...
I'm always so w o r d l e s s
If only I wasn't a writer
The Victim.The scars on my best friends arm were visible for everybody to see.The Victim.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in my History class, my teacher rambles on and on about Women's Rights in the years leading up to World War I, but I am not paying attention.
I could tell from just looking at Claire that she wasn't either. She sat with her head resting on her arm. A pensive look on her face as she stares out of the window into the dreary, grey, dull morning. I could only see the side of her little blonde head. She was in that secret place of hers again. The one that I was not permitted to enter.
I put my head down on the desk and close my eyes. Life wasn't good right now. Every now and again, Claire sniffed. This was the usual nowadays, I didn't bother to look up.
"Victoria! Please pay attention!" Mrs Findlay barked crisply above the babble of the class. "Settle down..." She ordered, and then went back to teaching.
I sat up straight and made myself look like I was interested, but of course, I wasn't.
I often got rows in class
Wait for me, okay?"I've missed you," he said under his breath, as though he hoped laying his heart bare to her would be easier if done quietly. He paused, shuffling his feet, trying to think of the right words to say. He had never been good with words. There was a certain skill to translating your feelings into exactly the right sounds, to making yourself effectively and elegantly understood, and he had none of it. He sighed. "You know I'm no poet, Katie. Remember how you always had to help me with my English essays? I'd write them, then you'd take them apart and put them back together so they actually made sense. You were the writer, the speaker, you had the way with words. But now I'll just have to try my best."Wait for me, okay?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He bit his lip; even now, when he had all the opportunity in the world to talk to her and no-one to interrupt, he couldn't say what he wanted to. The words danced out of reach, swirling around his head, refusing to organise themselves and march out of his mouth in an orderly line. But al
Writing RageI don't write for you.Writing Rage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For your heartbreak or love.
For your tears or smiles.
For you pain or your bliss.
I write for me.
For my tragedies.
For my happiness.
For my pain.
To get what no one wants to hear,
out of me.
To let my voice be heard.
I write these stories about
because these are things the world
chooses to ignore.
Love and a happy ending,
what everyone wants.
That's not what I give.
I give these "unhappy" endings
to show you,
that not everything is
"happily ever after."
Does It Bother Your Mind The Way You Bother MineIt could be defined as this unintelligible sympathy, refinedDoes It Bother Your Mind The Way You Bother Mine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and infinitely describable. Words are a feeble comparison.
My speech is slop, fecal matter. Repulsive residues spew from ineffective
communication. And you're speaking, but what the fuck are you saying?
To be wrong.
It may run deeper than that, an invasive core crowding the marrow of your bones.
Humiliation in strength, pungent structure uniting beneath sinuous muscle and
skin. Imperative awareness skittered across paranoid psyche - psychosomatic ridicule glorifying nausea.
Illness; festering determination.
You are difficult in your footholds.
Complicated LifeComplicated Life2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Complicated life, complicated ways..
Everyday we fight just for another day..
We live for the future..
We cling to the past..
And we never enjoy the present..
As long as it lasts.
We fall for those who'd never be ours..
And we spend sad and lonely hours.
We forget who love us,
We forget who really cares,
And run behind illusions
And all we find is tears.
We take a moment to judge others
But never admit that we're wrong
And we hurt others just to show
That we're the ones who are strong.
Complicated life, complicated ways,
But it's us who make it more complicated
With every passing day.
RunawayShe's dancing across hemispheres withRunaway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
red hair writhing in a cosmic halo,
wearing a dress as blue as the
Tip-toeing past terrible, sleeping dragons
as old as time itself, she smiles
and leaves her old world
A symphony of stars sings her way forward
into the undefinable unknown, whilst
she drinks moon-juice and
one day soon, the galaxy will swallow
her up, and she will have never
even existed at
(Don't blink, or you'll lose her.)
stuck like glueit started with lightbulbs, and it ended with jail.stuck like glue3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and when she looked back on it it seemed suitable, like the lightbulb he dropped on her desk was the universe's way of saying that this [whatever this was] was a great idea.
but it wasn't just lightbulbs. every day there was something new, a perfectly random little something dropped on her desk without a word of acknowledgment, like a cat bringing home dead things as gifts [but much cuter, of course] and every day she would tap her fingers with anticipation, just waiting for him to arrive with something new.
and they were always silent in class, barely speaking more than a few words to each other [maybe because he always slept right through the lesson]. but late at night they would spend hour upon hour talking to each other, and she would struggle to keep her eyes open so that she wouldn't have to say goodnight, because she knew, after not very long at all, that he was special.
and for months they were like that - best friends, talkin
My Heart On PaperYesterday she loved me, today she's goneMy Heart On Paper2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
thought I found the one, guess I was wrong.
I don't know what I mean to her,
she doesn't know what she means to me.
I always want more to occur
but at the same time doubt it's meant to be.
I made a move out of not knowing what to do
but even long before that I think I lost you.
This is my heart on paper
these words staring back at you.
Lose a piece of us with every letter,
holding back tears while pouring forth truth.
My word is all I've got, all you can see
my hope is you, my fear is me.
What stands in our way isn't as great as we could be
I'm not always right so am I wrong when I think you want me?
I don't get the anwers I want, don't know what to ask
so when do we get started, and this time will it last?
I swear you don't know what you mean to me, what I'd do,
I'd give you my all, along with a bleeding heart
and my fleeting soul, my eyes to see and lungs to breathe.
This is my heart on paper
these words staring back at you.
Lose a piece of us
One Leftxi.One Left2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saved all my best words
(You deserve so much more.)
You were angry
before I could have a chance to explain.
Had you stayed, I could have told you;
I only meant that you were a puzzle.
(I just can't figure you out.)
You've been where I have,
but you were never in this deep.
Or at least you never told me about it.
don't pretend to understand.)
I write about space
to fill it with all the stars
you never look at.
(Stop watching your feet when you walk.)
If I'm holding too tightly,
it's only because I'm afraid.
It's a cliche;
but it's not me.
It really is you.
I'm only that vulnerable around you.
(I can only be that vulnerable
It took me a year to realize
I was lying when I said "not like that - "
I meant it exactly like that.
(You clever boy, you, figuring it out before I did.)
I want to know what you saw in me
that made you stop. I want to know
why you think I'm better than I