EnoughYou are enough.
There are some of you I don't know very well, some I know very well and even some that I don't know at all. No matter how well I know you, I know one thing about you.
You are enough.
You. Perfect. Wonderful, beautiful you. You were created to be exactly the way you are because the way you are is the way that you need to be at this point in your life.
No one else in this world will ever say the things you say, in the way that you say them. No one else will do the things you do, in the way that you do them.
You are smart enough.
You are strong enough.
You are beautiful enough.
You are kind enough.
You are irreplaceable.
Humans IIThe human raceHumans II10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Humanity's greatest enemy
Lost in the DesertCamels found her scarf all alone.Lost in the Desert9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Children WoundsShe knew 'goodbye's.Children Wounds9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They still hurt.
On Predicting My Own DeathNever suicide. Just,On Predicting My Own Death9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
clumsy as fuck.
FreedomLost: Innocence.Freedom9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If found, please keep.
memories of nicotine."Cigarette?"memories of nicotine.10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No, I've been burned before."
Digitigrade IIThe human foot contains twenty-six bonesDigitigrade II1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for running and dancing and spinning
pirouettes in neat circles,
balanced on one foot before two,
starved for attention with every broken
"Ballet is more than dancing,
Grace," the en pointe trainer balanced
on one foot and named every bone
supporting her weight.
Grace spins one
circle on the hardwood floor:
her eyes land on the barre mirror.
She doesn't see the atrophied bone
ribs through pink gauze,
but only imagines herself as beautiful.
Weeks of anorexic binging display the remains
of weak structure.
One more skin-and-bone
Green fireflies.I want to sit on your porchGreen fireflies.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the simple thought
of your swift arrival.
Helmorui InterviewHelmorui Interview3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The room was a caress of dark shadows warmed by the glowing embers of the grated hearth. The key to a good interview was making the guest comfortable, so the ladies had tried to recreate the darkness and heat that research had taught them would be more natural to the men. Only enough sconces were lit for the two human women sitting in the room reclining on a couch with their notes between them.
The older one with her short brown hair and pale freckles doodled with her quill as she waited, a voluptuous woman of a calm nature who by some great fortune had managed to arrange the marvelous encounter to com
Four Things She Thought About Before She Jumped1.Four Things She Thought About Before She Jumped1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She thought about her sister and how the shape of her face
became foreign in certain light, as if carved by the hands of a man
who had spent too much time on oil and canvas
to remember his own skin. Her eyes began to resemble chips of ice
as they filled with rainwater; the world like a river
that runs over them and
She thought about her sister
trying to talk in her sleep
the way her tongue flapped uselessly
about her mouth, a coil of smooth muscle pinning itself
to her teeth. It spat syllables
like broken stones. She thought about her sister spread across
the bed sheets, palms turned upw
He Idles At the Break of DayHe idles at the break ofHe Idles At the Break of Day1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
day with a hum-song
from his engine, winds careening
along windows cracked, and the
copious chirps of an April bird.
"Is it music?" He wonders - that
ordered-chaos-well-from-the-soul - an
ostinato engine to the stringing
of windly breezes - and the singing,
oh how the singer sings her sun-dust
melody, like angels from tree-lined
shadows on a horizon of blazing light.
MuseMuse is like your favorite writer. You know his style, his rythm by heart, even maybe how his books end. But you can't resist to have the new one. And you never bored to read it, you never bored to travel through every single line he invented, you never bored to rediscoverer each time the rythm, the balance, the shape of his nib. You're hypnotized, bewitched, enraptured, actually, seduced. And at the end, when you finished the book, you just want to read an other one.Muse1 month ago in Personal More Like This
The Definition of LoveLaughThe Definition of Love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never Bring Something Personal to a WorkshopDon't write aboutNever Bring Something Personal to a Workshop4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
why nineteen years suddenly feels short, or
why sex isn't enough, or
where your heart wants to go
when it flutters so hard you're
sure it's sprouted bird-wings and wants
to escape your white-painted wire cage of
a chest that you covered with a blanket
made of shirt so it would go to sleep and stop
talking to you.
Write about how
your best friend is your dog because people will always fail you, or
the way you're never sure of, or
breaking up with someone you could have loved if things had gone a little different, maybe
but leave it at home.
Bring to a workshop
a road that twists and turns and the man who can't escape, or
the woman whose carnations keep wiltin
Romantic MomentMy first kiss was inRomantic Moment4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a movie theater, when I was watching an action movie
I hadn't wanted to see this one
with a boy who liked me
more than I liked him, two weeks after I'd
broken my nose.
His nose smushed into mine in a slobbery sort of
sloppy way, with
the pressing quality of two people whose hormones
have had far too little to do for far too long. It was
but it smarted, and I said so.
He kissed me on the tip of the nose
mother says a kiss is the band-aid of the world
and we returned to watch buildings explode.
Silly Quizmas limerickIt was Christmas, all was covered with snow,Silly Quizmas limerick5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
spirits were high (on the top shelf, you know).
Santa had taken a shine
to sweet mulled wine
dnd decided to let Scrooge run the show.
Now the reindeer were not cool with it.
They knew Scrooge would treat them like shit
so they decided to strike,
bought some amps and a mike
and sang loudly "Scrooge you, you old git!"
That in turn sat not well with Ebeneezer
who was just busy re-stocking his freezer.
He cried "The last word
on this you ain't heard.
I'll talk to your boss, that fat geezer."
"He put me in charge of you lot
and whether you like it or not,
you'll be pulling my sleigh
all night and al
I cannot play the pianoNor do I want to, until I hear your music echo through the art hall, and see you with a radiant smile on your face as you press each key with an iridescent finesse. With your spindle-like fingers you draw out a haunting tune from deep inside the piano's soul, and from deep inside your soul as well.I cannot play the piano5 months ago in Personal More Like This
Sisters Grimm ReviewThe Sisters Grimm is one of my favorite book series(es?). It's funny, it's got lovable, if slightly overblown, characters, and the concept was original when it was created, and still hasn't been copied exactly.Sisters Grimm Review5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
But, that being said, they're not particularly great books. The last book, especially, was... less than stellar.
My biggest problem with the whole series is Sabrina. And don't get me wrong, she's awesome. She's headstrong, independent, a bit of a tomboy, brave, outspoken, and snarky-- all things I admire in a main character. But she's also twelve, and Michael Buckley seems determined to remind the readers of this, not just with reasonable things like making her self-conscious and unsure in her romantic life (which he does), but by pulling her back every time it looks like she might actually be capable of doing something on her own, and teaching her lesson after lesson.
Now, don't get me wrong, I thing it's great that characters learn a lesson in a book. It shows that they'r
Last Words of the BeginningI hover over a blank sheet of ivory paper while my pen drips snowflakes made of ink onto the uncharted territories of the unwritten. My dainty writer's fingers shuffle amongst themselves as the minutes tick on and the pages remain as blank as untouched fields of snow. Just start with a sentence...a single letter- I plead, attempting to coax my words into action, to make them spring upon the page in a fit of inspiration. My frustration doubles to the tune of the faint tick-ticking of the clock. Beyond that, the room remains silent.Last Words of the Beginning5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I admit, the obstacles outnumber the writer by far; my defeat is acknowledged by the screeching of my chair's
What I Learned about Reports from NaNoWriMo1. Don't procrastinate on your schoolwork BECAUSE of NaNo, it'll bite you in the butt (Oh, I have plenty of time to do it! I'm going to write my novel this month and do all my schoolwork that isn't due until after in December! ...Oh. Crap. It's due tomorrow.)What I Learned about Reports from NaNoWriMo5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. You CAN do it. Don't panic because it looks big. (What do you mean it has to be two thousand five hundred words long? Wait. 2,500? I can do that. That's two days NaNo, easy. Heck, I've done three thousand in a day for NaNo!)
3. Factor in time that you won't be writing. (I have a final today from twelve 'til two. And I can't really do my report during the final... Also I'll probably need to eat and go to work and use the bathroom and stuff.)
4. Divide it into sections. (Sure, I have to write two thousand words today to not hand my report in late, but I can email it, and as long as it's in by midnight, that means... I have to write two hundred and fifty words every hour, with break time factored in.)
5. Aim high. (Sur
...---...God bless the broken lives...---...5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the ones left behind
After the chatter dies down
The charity ceases to come
And the world moves on to a new tragedy
God bless the broken hearts
Born if unopened presents
Waiting patiently under now joyless decorations
And potential laid to waste
God help them all
The mothers, the fathers, the daughters, the sons
Help them know that humanity is greater
Than the madness of one
NeverThis is a nightmare.Never5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, it really is a nightmare. It's a dream. Right now, the pain he's inflicting and experiencing...it's all in his head.
But isn't that all that's really mattered to him? The inside of his own head?
He thinks there might be a way to trigger his physical self, the one in the world of Others, to awaken, but that thought isn't really clearly defined. Just because he knows that this is a dream doesn't mean he has the power to shape it.
How? How is this possible? The man of complete control, mental discipline, reduced to this? A nightmare! In his own carefully kept mind, the very idea is as abhorrent as being sliced right
SomedayWhen we're grown up (more grown up), we'll live in a house full of windows by the sea, or in the mountains, or maybe both, somehow. We'll be married-- but you knew that already-- and I'll wear a big white dress, and you'll set something on fire at the reception (you probably knew that, too).Someday5 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We'll have two dogs-- an Irish Setter (I'm naming it Gopher, or maybe Spud) and a Great Dane (you can name that one) and a cat and maybe something else, but probably not. The vet will love us.
Sometimes you'll cook dinner, and sometimes I will, and sometimes we'll both cook it. I'll do the laundry, and you'll do more than your share of the chores. We'll both do the dishes.
We'll have adopted some children-- older than four, but I don't know how many yet. Maybe we'll adopt a whole family. They'll hate us because we're not their parents, and we'll love them because we want to be.
We'll live close enough to our mothers that we can visit them in under a day's drive. Both of them will love you mo