i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
Spotlight: A Twilight MockeryCHAPTER ONESpotlight: A Twilight Mockery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Stella. Stella Pawn. Totally plain and ordinary, I have never had a real friend. However, I hope that will change as I make my venture towards the dark, dreary, and indisputably horrid town of Spoons, Ottawa. There I am sent to live with Charlotte, my firefighter mother. Up until now I had been living with my father and his girlfriend in Arizona, where his girlfriend played for various softball teams and was soon going to make it to the big leagues.
I replayed the scene at the airport through my delusional and normally spacey mind as the flight descended towards the grassy planes of Spoons.
"Stella," my father gasped, wiping a tear from his wispy blue eyelid, "You you don't have to do this!"
"I know," I had said strongly and firmly, with not a hint of the fear I held radiating through my dark and sharp voice, "But I must!"
He sobbed, throwing his head down and clenching his heart. With that, I boarded the airplane without looking back as he called beh
It Will Never Have Been Enough. It Will Never Have Been Enough.It Will Never Have Been Enough.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What does it feel like?" He whispers up at me. He's too mature for his age. He is too young to die. My baby.
"Baby, it feels warm, like when we go to the beach and you lay in the sand. It feels like going to sleep." I say having no idea, and praying to God to keep him alive.
"Will I dream?" He asks. "Oh, Mom, I want to dream. I want to live. It's not fair!" He cries, and I hold back my own sobs and smooth his hair over his small head. "Can you come with me?" His lip trembles. He stares up at me with his big brown bruised eyes.
"No, John. I can't, but I'll meet you there." I pull his limp body into my arms and he doesn't struggle. His pulse is weak and his breathing is ragged.
"I don't want to go alone, Mom! It isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"No it's not." I whisper into his wispy blonde hair. "But you'll be my big brave boy, won't you?" I ask. "Do you remember Jesus?"
"The guy in the bible." He answers.
"You have to look for him. He'll take care o
You and Me Against the WorldI'll be nineteen and he'll be twenty-one. He'll be made of scars and half-truths, and I'm sewn together by unfinished stories and abandoned inspiration. They'll say it's wrong because love can't bloom from a broken past. But their warnings will fall on deaf ears because you'll be staring into my eyes in a way that whispers, "It's you and me against the world." So I'll take your hand, our fingers and destinies intertwining to create a whole new adventure.You and Me Against the World3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first months will be spent in a cramped apartment, bills and heated arguments piled up to the ceiling. I'll cry some nights because you're never home, and I'm fearing the worst. You'll walk in the door at two a.m. one morning, and I'll be in the bedroom, tears and old memories flooding my eyes. And I don't know what will be special about that night, those tears, but you'll break down. You'll hold me and apologize until your voice is hoarse. "It's you and me agai
Feeling Forever"I've got something on my mind."Feeling Forever4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You always say 'forever'. But what does that even mean? My parents once said 'forever'. And look where it got them."
"Forever isn't just something you say."
"Then what is it?"
"Forever is something you feel. Something, that when you look at the person, you just see it. When I look at you baby, I feel forever."
Plain and Simple"I've been racking my brain, and I just can't figure it out."Plain and Simple4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Figure what out?"
"Why you love me."
I love you because it's as natural as breathing to me. The way you laugh, the way you smile... it's like my sunshine. Your voice, the way you hold my hand; it reminds me why I get out of bed every morning. All your insecurities and your doubts, they're nothing compared to what you can accomplish. You're everything perfect and unique. You're the most amazing person I know, simply...
"Because you're you."
these feelings should be finiteI'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime if I accept the fact that we're all different. I can be different like you. I can let this mean nothing.these feelings should be finite4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could mean nothing if you let me. If I let me.
You talk in big words that I get sick of hearing after awhile with big ideas and wide eyes and a small heart. I once heard that you can only love something so hard, for so long, before the feelin
Memories"Abbi don't!" I shouted, just before the hose drenched my church outfit. She giggled, and despite being miserable and wet, I smiled.Memories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Making her laugh always made me smile. Even as a seven year old.
"You're gonna get in trouble with Amma." Almost as if on cue, my grandmother came into the back yard. "Cole Jason Bartholomew!" she shrieked and when I pointed at Abbigale, she sighed. "Abbi Nicole Rose, what have I told you about picking on Cole?" She smiled innocently, her cheeks flushed with pink. "She wasn't picking on me." I pouted, crossing my arms. "Please, she could take you any day, Coley." Amma said lightly, stroking Abbi's hair. I stomped off, away from the sound of their giggles. I smiled as I left though, because making Abbi laugh always made me smile.
"Happy thirteenth birthday, Abbi." I said with a grin, strolling up her driveway. She returned my smile, and jumped into my arms. "Cole! I thought you said you couldn't ma
Read along with Twilight prt1Book cover Love the idea of the Forbidden Fruit from Genesis blah blah but part of me is just looking at it and thinking, is Ryuk from Death Note about to make a guest appearance?Read along with Twilight prt15 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Reading the opening I could have sworn I was trying to step back into a Pride and Prejudice moment or perhaps some old Mills & Boon. Either way I was wondering why the first chapter of a so-called feel good book starts with a discussion about death?
"I loved, Noble, even." Well how do we know that only one paragraph in, I'm not instilled with any kind of feelings as I have no idea about the character!
1. First Sight
Okay here goes! I'm reading it and apparently she is wearing her favourite shirt as a fairwell gesture, to what might I ask? She is being moved from one town to another and yet I have no sense of whether that is a good or bad thing until further down when the negative "exiled" comes out.
She's a teenager isn't she? Not that I know unless I go and find more
Grave of the Fireflies. The Grave of the Fireflies.Grave of the Fireflies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are memories
Still breathing beneath the ground
Under these graves.
People long forgotten
That linger on.
Small points of light
On the darkest of nights
And in its own haunting way
The graveyard is beautiful.
The feeling is reminiscent
And the laughter can almost be heard
The small wings flutter
Cutting through the stilled silence.
And this haunting,
Can only be described as:
The Grave of the Fireflies.
Twilight RiotIn honor of the release of "Eclipse" (okay, so that's an ironic statement), I present to you my latest anti-Twilight song. Goes to "Zoot Suit Riot" by Cherry Poppin' Daddies, as well as "Grapefruit Diet" by Weird Al. Have fun singing along to this!Twilight Riot5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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I see it in every bookstore
Even on Burger King's front door
Posters, stickers, video games
Man, it's completely insane!
No matter where I go,
Twilight's staring right back at me
Don't know what I can do
I'm going downright crazy
Vampires all over the place
Oh, get this malarkey out of my face
More than a little bit weird
Oh, I just wish it would all disappear
Well, Miss Bella is a total fake
She makes Britney Spears look like a saint
And as for this Edward Cullen dude,
He makes Dracula seem cheap and crude
Oh, all you girls, tell me
Why you're into this stuff?
What is it you see?
It's a bunch of foolish fluff
His Soul Burns Brighter. His Soul Burns Brighter.His Soul Burns Brighter.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a boy
Who feels too much
But cannot say
What he needs to say.
So he thinks a lot
Hours and hours
And then he began to write.
He quickly writes down
What he has wanted to say:
Whispers and secrets
Love and hate
In just a few short years
He will have burned through
Thousands of papers
With a colored pen and an eager hand.
He never erases
For he loves
Each and every word
He wants his thoughts
to be blatantly heard.
His soul burns brighter
Than any of ours ever could...
We can plead and wish
But we do not have
His unique gifts.
His eyes change color
As his thoughts
Turn to writing,
For he is to paper
As thunder is to lightning.
One of these days
He will gain the confidence to speak,
His introverted ways
Will begin to decrease.
Over the years
This boy has turned into a man,
Long and swift fingers
Attached to calloused hands.
His heart has scars
Along with his ego,
But when things get bad,
In his writing he will show
New Moon in a NutshellHi, guys! My beautiful name is still Bella Swan and Im the happiest girl in the world! Im also the prettiest, smartest, funniest, luckiest, and most unworthy. Plus, Im the best at everything, but Im really just your average girl. Im so super special happy awesome now that I have my cold undead glittery love. Hes so wonderful! I cant believe how lucky I am to have an incredible angelic beauty like him. Now since I have a man, I no longer lead a pointless existence! After all, everyone knows that women are weak and useless on their own.New Moon in a Nutshell6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Anyway, my knight in shining sparkly perfect impenetrable armor and I were hanging out one day. Id give you more details, but thatd be no fun. We were cuddling happily on the couch, since all we want is a platonic relationship. Since were both perfect students (although hes perfecter) we were studying for school. After all, what do true loves do other than discuss classic romance novels (which I&
Nobody Ever Learns Nobody Ever Learns.Nobody Ever Learns3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a girl, her name is Nobody, and she sits at her kitchen table alone. Her wrists are scarred and her mind is scarred. Her family thinks that she is happy, what is there for her to be sad about? She holds a pen in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. She doesn't cry as she writes the damning words onto a normal piece of paper in her swooping cursive.
For every paragraph that she finishes she lays another pill on the table. It seems as though she has a lot to tell you. Her hair is wet from the shower she took before sitting down with the pen and the pills. She has braided it off to the side and small drops of water fall onto the paper. Later you will think these drops are the result of her tears, but you would be wrong. Again.
You think you know her. Oh, I'm sorry, thought you knew her. How could you have known her? You are gone, unattached, and she is alone. She is Nobody. I know more about her from watching her pr
we don't sound like a whisper.The sun never sets over the water, but you still take me there whenever dusk comes to meet the horizon. We sit out on the rocks with me tucked tight against your chest, while you count stars like other people count blessings, but we're only half lucky with all these city lights ruining your chances. I know you're tired, love, but I'm terrified. I'm running out of ways to stop myself from telling you I miss you because twenty four hours isn't a long time to be separated and I'm really just more afraid of what you're doing when I'm not there -- and of what you're thinking when I am. I've been burnt enough times before to learn that loving with only half your heart will save you from the fire, but I know that's not what I'm doing here. I don't want you to be a mistake worth making. I want this to be real this time.we don't sound like a whisper.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I keep playing out all the ways you could hurt me in my head, not because I think you will, but because it'll sting less if it actually happens. I've learned to prepare myself
SociopathLies are unbecomingSociopath6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But the truth is never fun
Why should I remain honest
After all the shit Ive done?
You dont lie because you cant
You dont have it in your heart
It takes a certain skill
The ability to play the part
You call me charming
But its all an act
Anything to manipulate you
And baby, thats a fact
Who are you to me?
Youre only for me to use
You think I care
Or all the things I made you lose?
What is this remorse you feel?
Why bother with the shame?
It only gets in the way
The results are always the same
Empathy is for the weak
Why should I care about another?
They told me it was wrong
That Id kill my own mother
So you feel hurt about what I say
Im supposed to care?
What makes you think I would?
Aww, you think Im unfair
I dont love anyone
But you may believe I do
Thats all part of the plan
Makes it easier to hurt you
I didnt mean to hurt you
It just worked out that way
But now that its happened
Hey, Love Hey, LoveHey, Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where have you been?
Where have you gone?
Have you been lost on the wind?
Or running away?
Have I chased you away?
Have I lost my chance?
I don't know where you've been
Or why you haven't been on my mind
It's been almost two years
Since I have felt something for someone
Am I just an empty shell?
Why have I been abandoned?
Why can't I find you?
You flood through my veins when I write
And I feel you when I look at all of these words
But why can't I feel you in the real world?
Will you come knocking on my door,
Asking to be let back in?
I think I am afraid
And I am so far behind.
I've created this perfect world
In which no one can match up with
Have I ruined this for myself?
Is this my fault?
I think I am defective
I think I am incapable of reaching that point
When I can let someone else in
Will I be alone forever?
Homestuck Movie 1 Act 2 ScriptLights flicker and briefly reveal a bandage-wrapped man with ebony-colored skin typing at a computer, who jumps a bit as he accidentally presses the "CAPS LOCK" button. This is the WAYWARD VAGABOND, or WV. The lights flicker back off and reveal the curtains.Homestuck Movie 1 Act 2 Script4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
ACT 2: RAISE OF THE CONDUCTOR'S BATON
The curtains quickly open again, revealing John's house on the pinnacle of what looks like some sort of mountain-like rock. The kernel then divides, leaving behind the Jestersprite. A voice then echoes.
John jumps, looking around for someone before laughing a bit awkwardly.
JOHN: Just my imagination...
WV: YOU THERE. BOY!
WV: Listen to me, boy.
JOHN: My name's John!
WV: Boy who is John, obey my commands.
JOHN: And those are...?
WV: I would like the boy to interact with his environment in a constructive manner.
John then begins walking around his house.
JOHN: You know, you could be a little more specific...
WV: Have the boy assess the current situation.
Dear JohnDear John,Dear John4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How have ya been?
Since you've been gone,
I'm afraid I've sinned.
You know that i loved you,
But now there's someone new.
I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do.
I never wanted to hurt you.
Please don't be mad,
And don't be sad,
I didn't want it to turn out this way
But there's nothing else i can really say
And this was his reply,
I had believed you to be trustworthy.
I had promised to return from overseas,
Convinced you would wait for me.
But then I got this letter,
Saying how you found someone better.
Telling me how you're already to be engaged.
Oh how I was so outraged!
I reread it over and over,every word.
All the while thinking this was utterly absurd!
You were to be my wife!
You were going to be my entire life!
Why can't we try to work this out?!
Just please tell me what this is really about?
After all these years this is how it ends,
Just some ink on paper is how'll you'll go.
And a broken heart is all I have for show.....
Your Smile"Can I ask you a question?"Your Smile4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You just did."
"Alright, smartass. Be serious. Can I ask you a real question?"
"You know you can always ask me anything."
"Okay. You constantly ask what I wish for at 11:11."
"I'll tell you if you answer something for me."
"Deal. What do you wish for?"
"I wish for you."
"What do you wish for?"
"I wish... I wish that not a single day goes by where I don't get to see your smile."
Fiction or Fact Fiction or FactFiction or Fact3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all know heroes
In real life and fake
They stand for something
That we all need
A light in the dark
A flicker, a spark
Is all we need
There is evil
And that's just a part of life.
Guns and grenades
Are as common
As flags at a parade.
We all grow up
Seeing and knowing
Of the violence
That lies deep within
Each and every one of us
Most have control
Most have something to live for
Most have something called love,
That cancel out the evil
But that is not true of all
There is always the dark
Full of unknown fears
That leave their mark
Don't follow that spark,
The light that glows brighter
Burning a hole through the dark
I wish I knew
How to fix the world
How to fix the people
Who can't fix themselves
For every hero
There is a villain.
For every life
There aren't enough willing.
Life is worth living
But we can't always look past
The titles we have given
Can't always decipher
Fiction from fact,
Compassion in the a
Love Is. Love IsLove Is.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I can't
Say your name
Without feeling the butterflies
Love is when
I didn't know
I could feel like this
And yet it feels better each day
Love is when
You think you'll never get over it
But time heals all
And eventually you let them go
Love is when
We talk day after day
And the conversation
Never gets old
And love is when
You hold my heart in your hand
And you wake me up with your lips
And love is when
A song comes on
And we both know all the words
And love is when
I don't even know
Where I end
And you begin
Love is when we are so tightly wrapped
Around the other's fingers
That you have no idea how to untangle yourself
Love is when you realize you don't want to
Love is when
Your head is on my shoulder
And your lips are on my neck
And your words fill my ears
Love is different
From any other feeling
And love is what sets us all apart
And love is what brings us all together
Love is not one heart
But two hearts
Two hearts that just happen to beat
To the same rh