Municipal treesOutside my house the fruitless cherry has oddly turned half-red precisely along the middle of its canopy.Municipal trees4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
- "Don't judge me."
I don't, I judge badly dug paving, poor cherry.
The local trees do not appear to have reached consensus on the pace for autumn.
Maples and sycamore are bright and stripping already, orange and yellow shedding seeds across the housing estate. But hornbeam and whitebeam are half green half yellow caught in the act of changing, almost embarrassed. The hazel is green and is not budging for you or any squirrel.
In the patch between the grubby flats stands an improbably beautiful yellow berried mountain ash, serene and out of place...
- "Well, I do not belong here..."
Yes, but you are so beautiful, if those little s**ts pull you down I swear I will come after them.
Some of the dogwood still has leaves, the rest is stalk naked, red stems not caring what the council garages think, dancing in the rain. Bu
The incubi's plan.You softly reached for the black rose with red thorns. The other two disappeared. Cerulean words appeared from the rose, it said.The incubi's plan.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Why choose the one, with the Demon of desire and lust?'
Suddenly that little obscure world of illusion darkness disappeared. You were being waken up. You heard faint words, of course in a strange language. But you could make the words out. It had a very interesting language. You opened your eyes, To be only found with pair of sapphire eyes.
A warm hand was on your face, a thumb rubbing your cheek. "Bonjour!" He said with a small Smile. You blushed and blinked twice. Your eyes shifted from his face to the place you were now sleeping in. It was a dark blue room; it had roses for decoration no matter where you looked. On the chairs, on the canopy, on the silky bed sheets, even on his clothing.
"Miss_____, I see your awake. Please sit up. You must be wondering many things now " The blonde man said as he sat down a nearby chair while you sat up
It wasn't a dateWe were just friends, Lily and I. We were two friends going to the movies. No biggie. Then, as we were walking home she leaned over and very gently kissed me.It wasn't a date3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm no saint. And I'm not straight, either. Girls, guys, it never seemed to matter. But this, this was different. So much was different. Lily had always been the shy, innocent one. But now, I was surprised to have her kiss me.
Eons later, she pulled away and looked at me.
"Lily, I-" I began a speech about how I knew she was straight, knew she only wanted to "experiment" as so many other girls had with me. But I'm no lab rat. Besides, so many girls before, girls who I hadn't even thought about in that way had used me. Then, they used the fact that I wasn't straight as an excuse to push me away. Too many friendships had been ruined, and this wasn't going to happen again. Not with Lily.
But before I could start, she pressed her mouth against mine, this time harder.
She led me to her house and kissed me one more time. T
To: My Broken AngelI am a broken angel,To: My Broken Angel8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding on the ground
Beaten and forgotten
Never to be found.
My wings, battered and broken
Sin runs though my veins
A tear drop rolls down my face
As I remember all the pains
I broke my lover's spirit
And it could not be replaced
I was beaten in a graveyard
And felt the pain that he had faced
Alone with no mercy
To stand by his side
I stabbed in the back
The one who I confide
I try to stand alone
With no one nearby me
And it is not until now
That I can finally see
I'm not the only one
In this dark abyss
There is another who was grazed
With hatred's horrid kiss
I'm not the only bleeding angel
In this black graveyard
Scarred and battered from the pain
Others constantly bombard
And I feel it was my fault
He was sent to suffer here
Because I was the one
So engulfed in fear
So I'll protect him with there battered wings
And I'll shield him from the doom
Because I know he'll leave forever
If I don't do so soon
I'll never let another sin
Stain his eyes with tears of bloo
ExpectationsI'm not sure what she's waiting for...Expectations5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's likely never coming...
But I was waiting like that once
When my heart believed in humming
But now it's still and so am I
I expect no expectations
Yet maybe hope I understand
I wait in desperations....
My Last MomentMy Last Moment3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My last moment
Written by ToxiHelena <3
Each day people tell you how to live and be,
Each day you know there are lies you cannot see,
But you never shook your head, you just go along.
Each night when you're alone and you just can't dream,
You know you're missing someone, who's never here,
But you never open your eyes, just go back to sleep.
You know you can't hide forever,
The mask cannot save you from this cruel world,
You have no chance but to continue living.
You feel you can say those things,
Emotions are just growing up inside your soul,
You have no chance but to continue walking,
Till the last moment of your life.
Each day when it rains, you see through the raindrops,
Each day when it rains, your heart is crying too,
But you never open your umbrella to stop.
Each night, when you're feeling down, and you can't sleep,
Do you feel someone's loving you, with their feelings so deep?
But you never hold their hand before you say goodbye.
You know you can't run forever,
The rain canno
Flowers of DespairFlowers of Despair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had to be done. Nathan sighed as he crept into the graveyard. "Hey! Pipsqueak! See ya in the next life!" called out Marcia, one of the two that had dared him to do this. Matthew chuckled."Yeah, sucker!" They both laughed. Nathan kept walking. Suddenly a loud squeaky screech came from behind him. He whipped around to see that Matt and Marcia were shutting the gate behind him. He leapt towards the gate, falling flat on his face as they closed the it. "You ain't getting out until you go put that flower on the grave!" called out Marcia.
AwayI need to escape the fumes of this city,Away3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sick of the sunken eyes filled with pity.
The people here are much too cruel,
it's all they were ever taught in school.
Take me to where the answers fall like leaves
from the branches of autumn trees
I want to know which road to take from here,
I don't want to have to live in this constant fear.
Take me to where the hunted are at peace,
where the grass dances in a cool summer breeze.
I want to be where your love is all I need,
it so much sweeter than the purest mead.
The Red RoadThe Red Road4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is a Red Road
That stretches from Cape Town to the Elysium Fields
And on that road there is a pit stop at Robben Island
To a prisoner's cell, prisoner 46664
Where the heart of a hero
Was once born
There is a Red Road
That runs from Berlin to Hades
And on the road there is a pit stop at the Biederitz River
Where the brutal ashes of a man named Adolf
Drift away in the currents
There is a Red Road
That lies between Poland to Zion
And on that road there is a pit stop at Auschwitz
Where the spirits of the dead
Still gather at the Death Wall
There are a million pit stops to be made
On the myriad paths of the interwoven labyrinths
That bind us together and tear us apart
Warning you and me of the potholes & pitfalls
On the Red Road that is the World
Telling us in a whisper "Don't forget it"
Telling us in a prayer "Don't repeat it"
©2010 Sarah Donnelly
Day DreamingDay Dreaming4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I sit in my room, I daydream about him serenading me through my window or crawling up the pipeline to rescue me from my well for lack of better words, boredom.
I sighed. I really missed him and couldn't wait another day to see him.
Sometimes, I pretend that he is actually coming to my window to serenade me. I remove the clutter around my window so that I could walk straight up to it and watch his wonderful show, only for me. I clean my room a little, just in case he decided that he wanted to come in, and I bring up some cookies from the kitchen in case he grew hungry from all that singing and guitar playing.
I knew it was unhealthy to dream like this, or to feed my imagination into believing that he would come, but what was I to do? There's no way I couldn't pretend. After a while, I started to pretend th
CreationIn the beginning, God fell in love.Creation2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The universe was very young when He laid His eyes on the planet. The planet, unlike any other He had seen, held lapping blue shores close to her chest.
He wreathed her in color, filling the dirt with flowers. Under His attention, the planet felt Beautiful. This thingthis Lifethat He had created for her brought her a shy delight. She found it as wonderful and mysterious as He found her.
During this time, days and years were not kept track of. Time was acknowledged only in passing.
As it passed, God appreciated the planet more and more. Her shy manner continued to captivate Him, her fondness of Him fed His desire for her. He continued to search for new ways to earn her love.
Sometimes they would just sit together and He would hold her. She would tell Him all her secret wishes and hopes, and He, in turn, would tell her stories that awed her. Other times they would sit in silence, enjoying each other.
You don't have to earn my love. She told
81 Years And A DayMy stories are a lot like memories. You don't remember your life in a whole, but in many smaller stories that each have a beginning, middle, and end, but only together create the whole life.81 Years And A Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A memory of sunlight; or wind; or thunder and lightning and rain; or snow
Not just a single moment, but many moments to create a single moment.
And so, at times, it may seem as though it is impossible to understand the ramblings of this old mind, but do not let it keep you from carrying onwards towards my ending
80 years and a day. And this is the only true beginning that I have ever felt was true. No. 80 years and a day is not how old I am. No. I am much older than that. I am older than Poseidon and His waves; older than Thor and His mighty hammer; even older than my years will ever physically show. And yet 80 years and a day is my beginning.
Some might think that that 'day' is insignificant beside 80 years, but to me it is that 'day' that is greater. In all of the years it is the da
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
Fairytales and the likeIFairytales and the like3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I'd left breadcrumbs
Between Saturday and here
Because the days fade to one long scramble
Through the forest floor
And a day where my thoughts are clear of fog
And coherent and too loud to ignore.
Discarded shoes are left at the steps
And with no carriage, I walk,
Uneven paces in bare feet
Half an hour home
Well past midnight.
Dirty feathers frame memories
Like a soothing voice, forever promising
'It'll get better,
You'll change, it'll get better.'
Don't give up, don't
Prepare yourself for the day when you are just a duck.
Spend your days overcast and sleepy,
Mechanical and rooted in monotony.
A kiss will wake you up for a week or two.
More than that and back you'll sink
Witches can be beautiful,
The handsome cold,
The old, impatient,
The young, wise,
The lonely happy,
The happy miserable
But you keep holding out
For that fucking fairytale.
Dreaming KittenAs you sleep in the palm of my handDreaming Kitten4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will wish you a restful peace
And although on my mood you depend
I shall never my whim release
All the curtains will softly close
With a rustle of crispy gauze
And I'll sit at the hearthrug's rim
As you silently so repose
At the embers I wistfully look
But they tell me no secret words
Of the playthings you'll have in your nook
Or of where you may chase the birds ...
Yes, I know, this has all yet to be
After years upon years have passed
When you will be so wayward and free
And my palm will not hold you fast
But as yet you still sleep in my hand
And I ponder of what you dream
Of a far-away gone kitten land?
Or a saucer of holiday cream?
Of the future winnings, perchance
Earned in battles of tumbleweed life
And of springtime for your wedding dance
For alliance of husband and wife ...
And your eyes, they are tightly shut
And your breathing is lisping low
Sleepy-sleepy, my sweet, tut-tut
In the feather-down evening glow ...
AliceAliceAlice7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Don't fall asleep little girl
It's Time to follow the White Rabbit
Into the Land of Dreams you go
Down into the Rabbit hole
Things aren't always as they seem
Do not seem always as they be
For what you desire is so uncertain
Uncertain is that to be desired
Hush little girl, don't say a word
It's all just a dream, let us go
Deep inside your head are we
All part of a mere phantasy
Listen to the walrus, listen to the carpenter
The ending's always the same as a follower
'Round and 'round we go
Deep inside the Rabbit hole
Doesn't matter if you're red or black
The Queen she's always watching her back
Suspicions lie in every corner
When you're from the royal order
So hush little girl, don't say a word
It's all just a dream, let us go
Deep inside your head are we
Simply a mere phantasy
Day is calling
Can you feel its sway
Telling you it's Time
To take the White Rabbit away
You're fine on your own, dear
Like Cheshire we'll disappear
At the afternoon's light
A little girl's delight
IMustBeDeadAs I Walk With The RosesIMustBeDead7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No Hole Breaks My Step
No Thorn Pricks My Finger
No Sun Burns My Neck
As I Walk With The Roses
No Wind Hurts My Eyes
No Daisy's Decumbent
No Friend Tells Me Lies
As I Walk With The Roses
No Intrigue For Time
No Rain Comes To Fall
No Stars Unaligned
As I Walk With The Roses
And No Worries Come Ahead
I know At This Moment
That I Must Be Dead.
It's never over...It's never over...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No, it's not over."
Marc whispered to himself as he stared at the setting sun. The large sphere of heaven gave a dance of vivid colors across the sky as it plummeted to the ground. The wind blow against his face as if they replied to what he said. The waters reflected lines of white light as the sun grew smaller over the horizon. A calm silence surround him, a silence that he never wanted.
"Hey! Marc! The food's here, Hurry up!"
Marc turned to his right and saw David, waving his arms and calling out for the party to start. Ethan, Bianca, and Helen was already at the table. Pizzas, steaks, salads, and a handful of beverages stacked the table. They were all chit chatting about their own lives and how everything changed, either for the better or for worse.
"Yeah, in a minute." Marc called out to David, which now sat down and joined the party. He could hear them talk from where he stood. Heaving a sigh, he looked back into the su
If OnlyIf OnlyIf Only3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, if only you knew
What lies inside.
These thoughts in my head,
These things in my heart.
I’m selfish, and ugly, and cruel.
But you don’t need to know that,
You’re too pure to taint
With my demons.
So, I lie,
I hide behind your lies,
I pretend to be what you say I am,
I lie and say I’m alright.
I hate what’s inside,
I hate what’s outside,
I just hate what I am.
Oh, if only you knew,
Then you’d hate me too.