The AccidentThe AccidentThe Accident5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My nose burned with the thick smell of gasoline when I came to.
"Someone help her! Call an ambulance!"
I didn't know what had happened. It all happened so fast.
"I called them, but it'll be a few minutes before they get here! Somebody give me a hand!"
As those distant voices echoed through my throbbing head, the whole world seemed dimmer. When I reached to touch my forehead, I felt a sharp, burning pain in my right arm. My eyelids were heavy, but I forced them open anyway. My right arm was hanging limply over my head, a small trickle of blood running between my fingers and thumb from a small gash in my elbow. I think my arm's broken.
A few painful attempts at moving my arm proved me right.
Where am I? Ignoring the sharp pain in my waist, I slowly looked around. Through heavy eyelids, I recognized the shattered windshield and the broken dashboard. I caught
Maybe this is LoveI. L o v eMaybe this is Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A longing so deep that just the slightest touch of his fingertips could make her feel connected to something greater than herself.
She remembers the last time he was with her.
His arms wrapped around her, folding her into his chest. She loved feeling of being so close to his heartbeat, but she knew that when he finally let go, he would have to leave. He would kiss her goodbye and hours later he would be sitting on the plane, maybe feeling the same tugging in his heart that she did.
I love you, I love you. Please come back to me.
II. D i s t a n c e
The space between here and there is an entire ocean's length away, and some mornings she wakes up tired and exhausted after swimming through that ocean in her dreams.
She sits there in the middle of her bed, the light pouring in through her half-drawn curtains. She wears his jacket; it smells like him, though just barely. The scent has long since faded after the months he's been away. And y
An open letterI'd like to write about meAn open letter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the plainest words,
or, better yet, not utilize
a human tongue at all.
For words are seldom meaningful
and only sketch where they should strive
to care- and thoughtfully describe
the detailed truths and hidden lies.
Yet still I wish to write of me;
explain, in detailed sketches
things I do not understand
nor ever hope to have explained.
Consider this an open letter;
friend to friend,
from fool to fools,
a message to the wind:
Were I to tell you of myself,
in person, not in written word,
I'd joke, tell excerpts of my life
and never show the storm inside;
This storm, so meagrely described
by all I'll ever do or say
is source of what goes on in me
of motion, movement, peace and strife;
It leads me from without within me,
lets me dream the world outside
with waking eyes and fully conscious;
paints the ways in front of me.
In some ways I am good and righteous
or at least prefer to be
shown other situations you would surely
break your bonds and ties with
HeyHey, somewhere along the way I lost youHey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my mind still follows those lines of orange sand
and wonders about peculiar lightings
and the smell of everyone around.
Why is melancholy so similar to happiness?
Why are the thoughts I have of you
the same I had
again and again.
And why are they different this time?
(I know, I know damn well.)
Hey, somehow I made it all across
just to notice I left someone on the way
I guess he was important
I think I knew him, did you?
Why don't I turn when you scream
and where is my nose, my face, my fucking
horse. I'd love to ride into the sunset
with my outlines clearly defined against the horizon
but you manage to fuck up the photograph
(blurry, blurry mess)
in the end it amounts to a mess of dangerous luck
and a pretty box of shit
and not all change is golden
but what really is.
Yeah, who really is.
As the AirI'm in love with the air and the cries it carries to meAs the Air5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love that which I cannot see, nor hear, nor touch
And yet I feel it
The only true love I've known
During a life of heartbreak and disappointments
Oh! To meet the air. That which has come over me
What should I do? Dance with him, lay with him?
Tell he that I know not what his troubles may be
That I love him?
What is it to love that which does not exist?
Love does not see, nor hear, nor touch itself
It is as the air to me
So I find that it is love that I love
And nothing else
Behavioral Expectations.Decent behavior is a reasonable expectation that everyone should rightfully be able to have. In a classroom environment, people cannot get along as a group and learn what we must if the collective group fails to cooperate. Everyone should be equally expected to behave in a civilized and respectable manner. Chaotic arguments waste everyones time. It is important to respect others as well as be respected yourself.Behavioral Expectations.6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a teacher, you should have the power and the control to make the class listen and cooperate. If you give students cause to respect you, they may do just that. However, because you spend so much time cultivating negativity throughout the classroom, class time is being sacrificed and your leadership is being compromised.
As a student, I expect that my teacher will control the class. Yelling at students cannot be tolerated, as it creates a hostile learning environment, wastes extremely limited and valuable learning time, and is extremely disrespectful to the students. Stu
Communicate your questions"Your proximity un-weaves meCommunicate your questions5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
threads and scarecrows everywhere:
Who cuts, who sews, who dares bring sorrow
to this live
(but you, my darling
killer, lover, cold and bloody?)"
"Your proximity bereaves me
all I had just yesterday
lies scattered on the ground and
in your pockets, dark and dirty
(how do you find time to make me
hand myself away each time?)"
"Luckily, in utmost darkness
no one knows who really stands
who really stares and preys at whom
or if the feeling in their hearts
is more than salt and wind and dust:
A move, a sudden turn, a thrust:
A knife, because for you I must
see through the darkness
(bring the end)
walk through the mornings
step through the fire
(steal the heat)
wash states in ice
"I like the way you turn around."
"I think it's in the way it kills.
I like the way you bring me down."
"That comes with expertise in scars."
Your ImaginationClose your eyes for I am your visionYour Imagination5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clear your mind for I am your truth
Open your heart for I am your haven
Show me your desire for I am your greed
circles in the sand.you will be drawing circles in the sand when he finds you.circles in the sand.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'why are you bothering to draw in the sand?' he'll ask. 'the waves will only wash your circles away.'
you'll finish the circle by writing love in the center, then you'll stand up to answer him, hair in your eyes from the wind and sand on your face.
'because maybe it won't get washed away,' you'll say. 'isn't it a chance worth taking?'
and instead of laughing at you like you expected, he'll smile. 'yes,' he'll say. 'oh, yes.'
you will be weak with lack of sleep, drowsy and stumbling, and he'll catch you before you run into the wall.
'go away,' you'll tell him. 'just go away.'
'no,' i don't think i will,' he'll say. 'want me to tell you a secret about you?'
'no,' you'll murmur bitterly, but that won't stop him.
'see, you have this dark view of love and hearts,' he'll say. 'for one, you don't believe in love, or the fairytale happily ever after kind. because it always gets washed away, doesn't it? that's how you see it.
bleeding out.bleeding out.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. there's blood everywhere. it's all different shades of red. crimson, scarlet, blazing ruby. darkened in some places. it's slipping into the water and adorning it pink.
ii. pink. thulian. rose. carmine. puce. (puce is a yucky word, it sounds like throwup.) nadeshiko. coral. persian. carnation. salmon. pink in the water and its slipping out over the whitewashed walls onto the floor and it's going to drip and go through the ceiling like that one time a couple years ago. i hope dad doesn't get mad.
iii. it doesn't hurt anymore.
iv. it's sunshine outside and everyone is smiling. i'm a kid again and the world is all crayons and swingsets and people and i can see butterflies.
v. promise me you'll take care of yourself.
vii. your smile is what's in my head. you had pretty teeth. they were white because you didn't eat the junk food that made me fat you wished you could though. diabetics never have any fun.
viii. i can practically feel my body deflating like a balloo
Six Words for a SlumpSix Words For A Slump:Six Words for a Slump2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're tired, unable to create anything.
You feel angry; the anatomy's wrong!
Why won't these words come together?
"Nothing's right anymore, my hands tremble..."
Yet the solution is fairly simple...
I'm showing it to you now;
Break up your ideas, smaller sized.
They come together, like in Tetris.
Rotate the blocks; shape your art.
Draw chibis and stick figures too.
Instead of epics, try a haiku.
How about a six word story?
If your mind is blocked, overheated.
Let it cool; take it slow.
By attempting all the smaller things,
Your art is sure to grow.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th January 2013
scratch and sniff...I will not bescratch and sniff...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the end of my
for short shrift
your code is
we'll see who
pathos as a punchlineand then, mid-rinse, it hit me.pathos as a punchline6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's something a touch more troubling
about quiet desperation
showing its face during the
familiar & commonplace.
weeping in the shower; fully lathered,
red-eyed in the mirror;
shaving cream scattered,
small cut crowning
a procession of teeth.
crying at breakfast;
full stack of pancakes
cooling on the table.
miserable at brunch;
spinach quiche crumbles
collecting on the chin.
it's a fully realized sadness
fit to laugh at, on the screen.
it's a swallowing despair
to bear in skin.
DriftwoodDriftwood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
around a mouthful of coloraround a mouthful of color6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caress & contain
damn.you sit,damn.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at cracks
in white walls.
and your only thoughts
are of this summer
how on diving boards,
how on friday nights
for a hole
in the sand
how red 'x's
and how turning
isnt always possible.
hide and don't seek.i remember how we'd go to the park.hide and don't seek.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the swings were rusty, remember? you were always the one pushing me in the autumn air, and i was always the one giddy with laughter. when we got tired, and our breaths came in shallow gasps, we'd go play games of hide and seek.
[your favorite hiding place was behind lies.]
sometimes i found you, crouched low to the ground smiling up at me. i was always scared that you wouldn't come out when i called 'i give up now.'
but you always gave yourself away to me, sometimes unwillingly.
[your deceptions were see-through, once i looked past the velvet curtains in your eyes]
i remember what missing you felt like.
it was like the music in my heart stopped playing. it was like i was pulling my hair out and biting my nails until they were bleeding and i was screaming, 'please come back, please come back.'
and when you did, i wished you hadn't.
this is how you managed to kill me, tearing pieces away from exactly the right places,
ripping, cutting, sla
Winter In WarsawWinter In Warsaw4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She took my hand that stark winter's night
Somehow I knew we would be alright
Pale frost gives way to mid morning chill
I wait by the steps of her apartment block.
She smiles and waves from her windowsill
A quick kiss hello then we start to walk.
Down by the banks of the Vistula river
The sun takes heed to the falling snow.
A glint of her eyes sets my soul a quiver
The feeling she brings to my life I bestow.
The Mermaid statues put my mind at ease
In some ways they make me feel unafraid.
Blankets of ice cover the nearby trees
Huddled as one on the park bench we laid.
The world felt so right as we said goodnight
I took the tram home passing by Old Town.
A gorgeous sight Praga Północ shone bright
Like an uprising king reclaiming his crown.
December reigns down in a white flurry
We catch a show at the Tygmont Club.
The night grows old but we dare not worry
Taking in the music of this local hub.
We cut through Praski Park, all
steps.one.steps.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first step is always
the hardest, like learning
to breathe and swim and wish
and sometimes, you sink and
sometimes, you need someone
to rescue you.
but when you finally learn,
it's like locks clicking and
hearts singing and holding
hands and suddenly,
everything makes sense.
you held sadness
close to your chest, content knowing
this is something no one
can take away.
and then you start to think
that maybe, happiness could work like this,
and wouldn't that be amazing?
realize that you
want to have happy dreams
to put in photo album memories,
and you want
to write a letter
to yourself and it would say
you are beautiful
and you want
to believe it.
wonder if black holes
only pull things towards them
because they're lonely
you could keep them
realize that you shouldn't
let your past
ruin the present
or the future.
the only ghosts and demons
chase them away, away,
i haven't found this
confession flavoredwe made love long-distanceconfession flavored6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an art form
my forlorn reflection
and her quiet
bits wed to
pieces in piles
and no intention's
out of me
CarolAmber waves across the seaCarol6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They beckon all to dance with glee
Come not close to the amber tides
Sadly here a ghost resides
Her name was Carol, and she fifteen
When along came a man, handsome and keen
Her brilliant smile and hair spun gold
Brought such fervor of men so bold
He wooed her gently, a smile, a kiss
As Carol floats on the sweetest of bliss
He took her heart with startling ease
But claimed such virtue a tormenting tease
My sweet young dove, I love none other
He begged a kiss beyond her flutter
She gave her virtue to loves desire
But soon his interest spanned the pier
That man made a promise hed never keep
My sweet young dove, Ill die, else weep.
Beyond this fortnight, I shall return,
My love for you shall evermore burn!
And so young Carol made her vow
To wait for him and never prow
Upon the cliff, shed wait all day
Until ships glancea glimmered ray
Each dusk would come; her trapped in game
Lamenting her past, fraught
DarkThere is a plague upon the sun:Dark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A limitless plenty
have discovered its power,
and have called for an expedition.
They have discovered a treasure,
determined its value,
and are willing to sacrifice.
Now the workers, factory in tow,
siphon the star with steel and scythe.
They breathe very little,
and their hearts are hardly beating,
for they have found a way around
the necessary requirements for living.
Connected to this pillar of insanity,
this factory in the sky,
is a belt.
Long and winding, it is where the bricks are laid:
pieces of the sun, transported back
to be sold and bought,
bargained and dealt,
to feed the freezing people
of the planet Earth.
You can see their fingers,
grasping at the fire,
their arms laden with the lighted cache.
They have forgotten the meaning of a quiet sunset,
falling into the western sky, the red sun making way for a silver moon.
Now, as the men in their suits drink the star like water,
they have forgotten even themselves:
a people drunk on a persistence f
Three SinsTreachery: the act of betraying.Three Sins5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Jealousy: the feeling of envy.
Disloyalty: to break faith.
Tell me, tell me, which is the greater sin?
For he spoke of treachery so sharp,
And she told of jealousy, grass-green,
And he sang of disloyalty of the worst type.
And he said:
You think I do not know? Treachery so violent,
A thousand rose thorns would have stung less.
I close my eyes, and two faces appear behind my eyelids,
O! Beautiful face, gallant heart: why have you conspired against me?
Tell me! What have I done to deserve such unfaithfulness?
If it is truly my fault, say the word and Excalibur will turn against me.
Tell me! What have I done to make you turn from me so?
One word and if you look me in the eye, I will live no more.
And she said:
You think I did not try? Oh! But the air betrayed me,
It was stolen away and I felt the loss more sharply.
You think I did not resist that beautiful face? Oh, how could I,
When you yourself, strong heart, could not deny him anything?