Betrayal of Morphine She was sitting beside the small boy's bed when he opened his shadowy eyes. The first thing he noticed was her hair: it was golden and glowing faintly. He couldn't remember if hair normally did that or not, but it hurt him to look at her; she, like sunlight, burned his eyes in the darkness. In the dim room, in his numb thoughts, the girl's hair looked like a halo, and he imagined he saw her unfold wings and fly away, but then he blinked and she was still there.Betrayal of Morphine6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first things the girl noticed were his eyes. They were dark and clouded with pain, flashing like a stormy sky or an emergency light on a sinking ship. They flickered like incandescents losing power; his pupils dilated as he blinked, struggling to focus on her. She looked at the IV meter indicating the level of failing platelets and morphine, and the machine hummed as she watched the blood swirl unfaithfully.
Did you ever wonderThey were sitting in an empty fieldDid you ever wonder6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just listening to the wind blow by
He would watch every time a
Leaf rolled passed them
Because he thought it was a sign
He thought that every leaf that went by them
Was like her getting further and further away
He's was truly terrified
Terrified that she would actually leave him one day
She lied back watching the clouds roll in
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like up there?"
He looked over at her
"All the time."
She was surprised by his answer
Since he was really never an unrealistic type
That night she fell asleep in his arms
They never left the field
He awoke to a leaf going by his head
And he held her tight
Hoping that it would never come true
She was dreaming of being high up in the sky
Just floating with the clouds
He was still awake holding her
As close as possible
He didn't want to fall back to sleep
In fear of waking up alone
So he got up slowly trying not
To wake her up
And he started to put all of the leaves in
A big pile
I want reality"Dead rose petals are the prettiest things to me."I want reality6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Live ones are to cliché and I'm far from that
"I don't want to be called darling, gorgeous, or dear those aren't original anymore."
Drop dead gorgeous would be better of course
"I don't want a ring, I want a key instead."
A key to your heart don't you know
"I don't want someone who can tell the truth before even thinking about lying."
Truthful is always better I want to know reality more than anyone else
"I want everything no one else would; I want the bad and the good."
With a twist of non fiction instead of fairytales
SentinelsI noticed todaySentinels5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The evenings stretching further.
And as I felt the evergreens sway,
I began to remember,
Fire twitching in the dark.
I felt the sentinel streetlights stare,
Though perhaps they were only missing,
Their terribly absent frosted blaze
And feeling this spring-
Alone and bare.
A te mia ItaliaA te mia Italia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A te mia Italia,
terra che mi ha generato.
Sei tu tra le pių belle al mondo
a lasciare chi ti guarda,
che io vedo il Tricolore,
sento forte come un fremito
nel cuore e
nei miei occhi un luccichio
che nel guardarti
pure le stelle.
terra da molti
C'č chi ne parla male e
l'ha sempre amata.
Scrolla i tuoi colli
dai parassiti molesti,
per ridare la gloria
anche agli altri tuoi figli
quelli veri e onesti.
Senza paroleVorrei che tu capissiSenza parole3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
adesso come mi sento,
verrei gridarlo forte
le barriere del vento.
Per i gesti tuoi di affeto
che vengono dal cuore
ti dico solo grazie
perché mi lasci
I did not save her from the sea.The pond was small, the cattails fair;I did not save her from the sea.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The algae drew a shining veil
Across the waters waiting there
For her to come while wandering
And stare beyond the dreary pale
Expanse of fog and starry glare
Upon the pond within the dale
Where she had ventured, pondering
The many dreams she'd had of late
Of sandy-shores and broken shells
Upon a beach along a strait
And of the ocean shimmering
She heard the wave's cathedral bells
Come crashing with a dreadful weight
'Till she, afraid of violent swells,
Could no more see the glimmering
Of pearly foam, nor shining seas
But only turbid tempest-doom;
No more the fragrant, salt-laced breeze
That over all was mingling.
Such were her dreamsnow through the gloom
She still heard gulls with throatful ease
Sing of the ocean, and the tune
Around her thoughts kept lingering.
I met her then, when stormy waves
Were breaking on her weary mind
And I was unafraid and brave
And as a child foolishly
Believed that if we left behind
The little pondth
If you ever leaveGive him the death stareIf you ever leave6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just to get you're point across
He won't notice for awhile
But once he does
Watch the craziness unfold
Broken pictures of happiness
Used to be of course
Don't pay attention to the threats
He doesn't mean it
The drugs get to him sometimes
I still love him
He'll leave again
It's fine though he always comes back
ResurrectionResurrection4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
AjvarPo udbeniku, joj,Ajvar3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
kapnuo mi je ajvar,
ispitni rok. Stop.
Oj, ajvaru, mljac,
mili priloe, dragi,
volim te, vječno.
SometimesSometimes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I wish I was dead
Sometimes I want to change the past
Sometimes I regret
And sometimes I'm hurt
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I Hate
And sometimes I'm emotional
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I hope
sometimes I dream
And sometimes I crawl
But in the end
I'm still me
And if you want to change that
Then I got two words for you
my howls are silentI, too, see the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. We are decomposing too early, our souls dying before our bodies can catch up. We are silently ravenous, a quiet craze in our hearts, not quite the same as your generation, Ginsberg. We do not shriek "Holy! Holy! Holy!" as we burn. We drown soundlessly.my howls are silent3 years ago in Letters More Like This
The overeducated, proud products of postmodernism dissolve in a lukewarm soup of ennui, bored balloons filled with hubris rather than helium. Fragile dolls with flaking bones and hair and skin like flowers wilting, weighed down by indomitable wills and insecurities... these plastic girls starve to death and diabetes in the car beside me, fantasizing about food in the passenger seat. Former nymphets gouge symbols into themselves, the bleeding crags physical outlets for the demonic depression, for the memories of beloved older brothers molesting them in the living room, while her mother sits at a hospital bedside beside a fading father.
I see the most remarkable minds crippl
the redefinition of right.this is the kind of mistake you always hoped might happen.the redefinition of right.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's the sequel backtracking and breathing life into the clay-lungs of your favorite character, the news reporter glancing back at the teleprompter and ten thousand more souls clawing out from the mushroom cloud. it's the kind of mistake that fixes the imperfections and calluses of reality, the kind that smoothes over the ordered lashes.
it's not getting what you deserve, but rather, what you wanted. it's feeding you honey when you were prescribed bitter root, slipping you into satin when burlap was folded at the foot of your bed. it's the kind that scares you, because you know better than to think it can last, your fingertips brushing over the edges and expecting it to dissolve like a glorious dream, your tongue savoring the sweetness because you know any second the illusion might evaporate off every taste bud.
it's waking up and swallowing the sun. it's letting the burn settle into your belly and smolder, your very flesh expa
the hanged manThis little red book you call the human body:the hanged man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
take it up and shake it. Shake the flaking pages
out of it, shake it from endpaper to endpaper
until the last of the phrases are gone; shake it
until it's aching and empty, the soul of a bird.
I will give you new words.
catharsis IIhave you ever climbed a mountain? in the summer where the trees keep you a little cooler, but you're still sweating and you're out of shape and you stop at every bench for a cigarette break. you look so thin, he says. and your hair is so long. you think you're never going to find the top and you packed sandwiches for the two of you. honey and peanut butter on white bread with water and granola bars. then you turn the corner and there it is! you can see for so many miles and you're not really sure where the sky starts and the gentle green ocean stops. he turns on music and you close your eyes and he grabs your hand. that is all you need in the whole world, to be at the top of it holding another person's hand.catharsis II4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
have you ever told a lie? dived into bed with a failure while making another one of your own. you hear your phone ringing, that familiar ringtone, all those nights with that song swirling around your head and infinite synapses stinging you into a contented sleep... but you ignore i
Save MeHappySave Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I swear there was a time I was there
I can't remember
Perhaps when I was little,
That was a long time ago
And even then I don't remember being completely happy
Have I always been like this?
A little dead inside?
I hope not,
But I can't remember not being like this
At least a little
It's so bad,
Has my whole life been a lie?
A simple act?
Pretending to be happy,
When everything seems to be killing me,
I don't want it to be like this
But how can I change?
Be more out-going?
Like everyone I know?
I can't do that
It's not who I am
There are so many things I wish I did,
Wish I said,
But I know those will never happen
I'd have to break down the walls I built
But it took time to build those
And I don't think I'm strong enough to tear them down
At least not yet
I wish I could
I really do
But it's too hard
I've built them for a reason
To forget those memories
But there are cracks in the wall
And they're growing,
DN Chatroom Ukes OnlyDN Chatroom Ukes Only4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Welcome To The Free4aLL Chat Room
Logging in: LightOfTheWorld
Logging in: chocoMELLO
Logging in: mmisammisa
chocoMELLO: ooo I like this shirt! I wonder does it come in black
mmisammisa: heres a black one!
LightOfTheWorld: I swear u two were made for each other -chuckles-
chocoMELLO: lol we're soul mates XD
mmisammisa: Light wich 1 looks better on me *picks up shirts* this 1 or this 1
LightOfTheWorld: hmm maybe you should wear something more colorful
mmisammisa: mayb ur right
chocoMELLO: but black is our favorite color
LightOfTheWorld: chocoMELLO blue would match ur eyes
chocoMELLO: I never thought of that
LightOfTheWorld: mmisammisa and u'd look beautiful in purple
chocoMELLO: Matt would've said 'wateva makes u happy T_T'
mmisammisa: ikr L just sits around looking lost >_>
LightOfTheWorld: heh I just drop Beyond off at Spencer's then go wher
I Hate ItI Hate It3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate it, when the reason for my depression
Is the person I love the most
dear alaina.dear alaina,dear alaina.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
i am not being passive-aggressive. i am not avoiding confrontation or arguments or sensitive subjects so that i won't get upset: i'm writing a letter that i can't imagine you'll see, explaining to you everything that i need you to know.
i'm sorry i'm not better. i'm sorry that i'm not trying. i'm sorry, but i can't, not now. i wish you could understand, without any fear or worry, that i need to destroy myself before i can get better. it's like i'm a phoenix, needing to catch fire and turn to ash before i can be reborn. i need to be the biggest source of pain and misery in my life; i can't let anyone else have the power to hurt me more than i have hurt myself already.
it's not enough to tear myself apart, in every sense that i can. it's not enough to pull strings of skin from the teeth of my razor and clutch toilet paper from the public bathroom to my arm like if i don't, i might die - in all hones
marla,dear marla,marla,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you never deserved to be shoved under the bed,
like something that was worth forgetting.
i want you to know that I can still hear you singing in the bathroom
it haunts me like your smile does,
remember when we cried our first night there?
as i got better you got worse.
i knew that you weren't okay,
and i should of said something to someone.
but i was selfish, and together we were pretty and sick,
together it felt okay, to not be okay.
your mother stopped calling me when i had run out of things to say,
the day i had no words, all of you dissolved from her mind,
and i wanted you to know marla, that you are non-decomposing to me.
i have a journal of everyday we spent together,
on our last day, if i'd known,
i would of hu
presumptionsi know i'm a very common-,presumptions3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i look like i floss my teeth
at least once a week
and have never worn
like i devour books like candy
and never talked during class.
it's funny when people are nothing like how they look.
so let me tell you something,
let me set you straight:
i'd have you believe
i'm not some heavily medicated girl
with snakes up and down her body
in bright red rows, all raw and scabbed and
constant, ceaseless, neverending reminders of fucked-up and failure...
but it never took much for you to talk me into bed.
letting you think i'm some perfect porcelain figurine
without cracks all up my spine is about as ok as forging your mom's signature;
meaning it's alright as long as it's nothing serious.
and maybe that's the problem.
playing hopscotch cross-continent all summer and
making a patchwork quilt out of our travels when the cold sets in
is a pretty serious stab at giving us another go.
i can deal with touch, i just might shudder