Party: Rewritten (Continued) A meaty, sweaty hand latched onto my shoulder. A loud, slurred voice came with it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetcheeks. Where are you goin'?"
Great. Some jerk-ish drunk dude. Just what I wanted to deal with. I spun around to find a face to put with the voice. Greasy brown hair, squinty eyes, and that permanently stupid expression; Derk, the class a-hole from school. I shrugged my shoulder and let his hand slide away. He was smiling at me in a way that suggested he was aiming for smooth and charming. The smell of illegal beer on his breath didn't help any.
DiscriptionHow is it that we describe our feelings in actions?Discription5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sadness, in the way we cry, in the way we seclude ourselves from others.
Anger, in the way we yell, in the way we lash out at others.
Happiness, in the way we smile, in the way we laugh with others.
But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I can only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away, urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a variable peace, knowing that th
Love You EvermoreLike the lighthouseLove You Evermore8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting upon the shore
You guide me safely into harbor
so I can love you evermore
you leave me gaspingyou leave me gasping out words,you leave me gasping4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying my hardest to think of something
meaningful to say.
when i do utter-stutter out something
with a grimace masquerading as a smile,
you mock the weary-worn words i borrowed.
and i spurn myself for my addiction to
singing pretty words that are
ever falling flat.
and i find myself addicted to the
easy way you stroke my worries,
kissing my raw nerves asleep.
i find that all the failing words i
try to say are right there, staring
me down lovingly, as you touch my
forehead to yours.
This Is Your LoveYou're the only oneThis Is Your Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who keeps my head above the darkest waves
of the ocean welled up inside me.
When everything's passing,
you're the only one who stays.
You're my evening story.
You're my morning smile
when I'm stuck in a headless holiday.
Your heart is my Never Never Land.
Anything is possible.
I bask in your touch, like sunbathing.
Your scent has seeped into my skin.
It begs, "Forget me not. Forget me never."
You're the only one who helps me sway with the wind.
You're my only one, my soul survivor.
Deep inside when I'm hoping, missing yesterday,
you're the soft light that shows me the way.
You wake me up, my
SettleSettle your bones, love,Settle6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as you lay them next to mine.
Rest your weary body,
and let your muscles
pay their time.
Let my fingertips dance,
their way along your spine.
I am full with peace,
Let me give you what
Mirror, MirrorI awoke from a daze,Mirror, Mirror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what did I see?
A girl in the glass,
Who looked strangely like me.
We may have been twins,
Almost but not quite.
I thought my eyes were the sky,
But hers were of night.
I thought my face was full,
But there were hollows in her cheeks.
Wasn't I flushed and rosy?
She might not have eaten in weeks.
My hair was soft and smooth,
Hers a forest, thick and wild.
My teeth shone, her lips were cemented,
It seemed she never smiled.
I thought I had curves,
She was just skin and bones.
Wasn't I healthy and strong?
She could use a good home.
I pondered and questioned, "Who could you be?"
She replied, "I am wha
G'Morning Valentine And just so you know, the worst part of my morning is opening your stupid, squeaking door. But I open it anyway, assuring a loud, annoying good morning to everyone in the house but you. Even as I unzip my coat and throw my bag on the floor, you continue sleeping. So I take a moment to look at you, really look at you. I have to smile at the way you curl up on your side, your hair haloed on your pillow, your lips slightly parted, and your chest slowly rising and falling. I think it’s seeing you like this that makes my heart swell in the cheesiest way.G'Morning Valentine3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s the way that as