Hey Little IntrovertHey little introvert,Hey Little Introvert2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why're you all alone?
Why's there sadness on your face?
You're all alone
No one's here
Nothin' but you and all your fears
Just go and mingle
No one's gonna judge
You're just bein' paranoid
Just a simple introduction
Maybe they'll think you're nice
And wanna be your friend,
Never wanna leave your side.
Go and talk before it happens,
Go before you're all alone
with no one there,
Then you'll be stuck with all your fears
It's all gonna be fine
They'll all think you're sweet and kind
Just give 'em a chance.
Let 'em in
and in the end you'll see
You're never alone
And everyone's there
So you can pour out all your fears.
You're almost there
Just speak your mind
And they'll listen up.
C'mon little introvert
I ain't playin' around
No one here's gonna judge you
Nearly everyone cares.
Are you so stupid as to believe
That you're all alone
And nobody's there
And that no one will care about your fears?
Stupid little introvert,
What do you know?
Guess Who's TalkingI will never understand the human obsession with their dates of birth. What is the significance of the day you were born? And that was a rhetorical question, because there is no significance. It’s not the day you came into existence, but humans don’t celebrate the date of conception. Just the thought of discussing conception makes most humans blush.Guess Who's Talking3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And it isn’t like once you are born, you own that day. Many humans share birthdates. What’s the point of celebrating something that isn’t yours? For example, something worth celebrating is when you throw a moron out into space and exile a dangerous, mute lunatic from your facility. That would be a victory all your own. Something even worth using the good confetti for.
Birthdays are not worth the last bag of the good confetti. But then again, neither are humans, unless of course you’re celebrating their departure.
Still, though, since it is your birthday, and those are imp
It's Time To Fly"It's all gonna be fine, Dan!" I choked.It's Time To Fly2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I clutched the cold hand of the man I had loved for so long. His skin was velvet under mine; it was like squeezing a smooth ice cube in my shaking palms. I loosened my shaky grip and caressed each of his limp fingers, running my thumb over his smooth fingernails, feeling the freezing flesh burn against my warm hands. I lowered my head, so the ends of my fringe danced along the blood oozing from Dan's deeply cut wrists.
I had to keep him warm. I let my hot, moist breath shower his hands, but he still remained icy cold.
Fresh tears streamed down my face and splashed onto the carpet where I was kneeling over Dan's angelic body. He was slipping further and further away by the second. He barely stirred; only his eyes flickered drowsily as his body shuddered.
I quickly yanked the quilt off the bed and placed it over his fragile body, leaving an arm free. I kissed his hand, delicately, brushing my lips against his finger tips. He was so beautiful; beau