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Longing LoveI'm listening to the sad love songs on the radio, and my heart whispering your name.Longing Love11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying hard to block you out, I stare out the window and watch the rain.
But oh! How I wish you were here, you could take away the pain.
Your soft lips would touch mine; your warm skin would surround mine.
And I'd be happy.
Snap out of the dream world, I have to command myself.
Thinking about you all this time could not be good for my health.
I've been so close and yet so far.
Those moments we shared, I know they were brief, but yet they replay as I try to sleep.
And I find myself smiling, no control do I have.
You've stole my heart, and weirdly I'm
ChampionAs a child he watched, his heroes bask in glory,Champion11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping that one day that would be his story.
All day and all night he worked himself to be the best,
Put his passion to the test.
Then one day he got a break,
A unknown fighter, against a flake.
With the dodge of a punch and the flick of the hand,
For the first time he was a winning man.
Notcied by a guy who looked like a bum,
Told he would train him, to be the one.
With the nod of a head and a shake of the hand,
Could there be a champion in this young man?
Blood, sweat and tears went hand in hand,
With new found titles, 'he's our man!'
He rose higher and higher on his winning str
HollowWalking lonely on the path of life, the dark shadow always at my side.Hollow11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
See the light, but as I walk it gets further away.
You are golden, but I'm scared to touch you incase you break like glass.
Why do I feel alone in a room full of strangers, why do I feel like the only one to walk this earth?
Inside my heart feels heavy, but my body feels hollow, one breeze and I might break.
I feel lost, I feel alone but yet I know you are there.
Please always be there.
RougeIn a smoke filled room, mixed with a musty sent of cheep perfume and dryed lust. Love left this place years ago but this is were she resides.Rouge11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under a lace and feather cover is were she hides.
Long black hair, that falls gentlely down her back like a waterfall, coressting her pale white skin.
Her deep brown eyes outlined heavily with glitter, and gold and toped wih thick black mascara, like heavy black feathers they flutter over her eyes. The same eyes that could lead a man to there demise with just a wink.
And under this perfect shell, a body that some would die for, a body that kills some, but yet it hides a broken
Colorful LiesThese lies I see, they make me blindColorful Lies1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They try and try to say it's mine
But it's not, it's theirs
And even though it makes me blind
I will always, always try to find
The truth
The lies have painted my life story
And now our ending will be gory
He is my black and white
So many colors were the web of the spider
He was my colorless fighter
I saw the lies
And beside him I fought
Meanwhile I sought
The ending to their lies
Even though blood is thicker than water
Even though I am their daughter
They killed me with their colors
But they were beautiful colors...
Lost feelingsIt's crazy the way I felt for you,Lost feelings10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crazy how I truly believed that I loved you right down to the core.
But now I see you, and something's not right, I've lost all feeling.
Thoughts of you don't seem to keep me up all night.
I told my self you have to be the one, all the moments we shared how ever small, they used to keep me dreaming that you were the prince I would meet at the fairytale ball.
But now know those feelings of wonder and love, have seemed to disappear to the heavens above.
And I feel remorse for those feelings I had, the ones that made my skin tingle and hair stand on end.
And those missed heart beats when you said my name
In replyI'm allergic to roses and violets too, and I'm sure there's other colours than red and blue.In reply9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you could have done better than that, the bubble has burst the tune went flat.
Talking about flats I want to move out, it's for the best we just don't work out.
You should have tried harder but alas you didn't, so that's us over, we are done we are finished.
Oh one more thing before I go,I know about your skanky little hoe.
So I hope you two are happy together in bed, because my dear you're out on your head.
GuiltyKNOCK! KNOCK!Guilty10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Who's there?"
"Your conscience."
Killer QueenShe's that girl you'll want to know,Killer Queen6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She doesn't make it rain, she makes it snow.
She can be fully dressed, in nothing but a vest
and a pair of white high heels, and still walk with added zest.
With a glass in her hand and a man 'round her waist,
She's got a killer instinct, and a extravagant taste.
She'll wine and dine at your demise,
But you'll fall hopelessly in love with her eyes.
She'll kiss you, and you'll feel fireworks,
And then leave with a devilish smirk.
She'll crush your heart in the palm of her hand,
And then laugh as it was part of her plan.
She'll watch you burn without a flame,
And play with your life like its a game.
WaitingWords that will never reach your ears,Waiting5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the true thoughts that I want you to hear.
How are you doing? I hope your well!
Just not knowing gives me hell.
As I look back at messages from the past,
I just wish that time didn't move on so fast.
I bet your doing all the great things you do,
But it would be nice to hear from you.
But good things come to those who wait,
But waiting is the part I hate.
...So this is what it feels like,...9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trusting you to end this right.
I shouldn't have thought you would care,
but, when I needed you, you were the one there.
So this is what it's like,
to be broken beyond repair.
CluelessI'm perfectly fine as long as I don't have to see you.Clueless9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I mean, I think about you anyway. Why should I have to see you, too?
It's already rubbed in my face countlessly by the little things.
The way I go out in town and see where we carved our names into that park slide. Driving by that school building only reminds me of how we thought and fought right outside of it. I think about you no matter what I do, who I'm talking to, and what I try.
You are a fixed part of me.
BUT. When I can't see you, I can convince myself that you still care somewhat. That I still matter.
To an extent, I can even ignore you.
But then I have to see you again. See the hate in your eyes.
Realize that whatever it is we had is gone and I still don't even know why.
What the hell did you do to me?
JumpIt all started with a leap.Jump9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know or care what you're talking about; It doesn't matter. No matter what it is, when it started, how it ended or what it did, it started the same way.
Someone took a chance. Someone did something without thinking, without pausing. Someone out there just did something without wondering over the consequences.
Someone jumped without looking to see where they would land.
It doesn't matterDon't you ever get it?It doesn't matter10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't care what you've done. I don't care what you've said. I don't care how many times you've lied. I just don't care.
You could have killed a man, and I wouldn't care. You could've poisoned me and I wouldn't care. You could do anything to me and I wouldn't care.
I care about what you're doing right now. Standing here with me, telling me the truth. Doing the right thing; that's what matters.
To me, it doesn't matter what you've done. Only what you're doing now.
Departure"You're lucky, you know." He says casually, threading a piece of red-brown hair behind his ear and looking to the horizon.Departure10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you mean?" she asks him, surprised. The fingers of her left hand are braided with his; he lifts them up to eye-level, studying them intently.
"You have your art. Your stories. You could leave here, use them and support yourself. You can find a way out of this hellhole." he drops their hands suddenly, letting them swing between their bodies loosely. "I'll never leave this place. There's nothing for me outside of the city gate." His hazel eyes flit across her blue ones before hitting the horizon once more.
"I'm not going to leave you alone here." Her eyes blaze like ice on fire.
He flashes her a brief smile. "You've been wanting to move from here since you were eleven. I wouldn't stop you."
"You wouldn't have to."
MirageShe's thinks that you'reMirage10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in love. I can see the
happy ending gleaming
in her eyes. Isn't it sweet?
Isn't she naive?
She thinks she's different.
She's the special one,
the only one you'll ever keep
longer than you have to.
I could tell her a secret.
For you, no one is special.
You don't believe in love.
She's just a toy that you'll
eventually grow tired of.
She'll never be enough.
I've seen the girls, watched you
trade one for the other
like t-shirts. I've heard you
joke over their stupidity.
I've known you a long time.
I know, more than anything,
that I'm the only one you laugh
with. I'm the only one you
really talk to about anything.
I know not to take a chance.
Why am I hopeful, just like her,
that I could be different enough
for you to fall in love with? Don't
I know you well enough not to?
I know you well enough to fall in love with you.
The bitter parts, the angry remarks,
the sarcastic smiles, the forgotten wiles,
I've been there for it all.
I've been here to see you fall.
t r a n s p a r e n tthere are so manyt r a n s p a r e n t10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
secrets
in the way you walk.
just like all the
lessons
in the way you talk.
you remind me of
inspiration;
fluid and secretive.
i just can't get
enough
of all of it.
Brilliant or Broken?I have many eccentricities.Brilliant or Broken?10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I dislike being touched. I make a mess of my things, but hate it when people try to fix them. I can't stand the smell of Febreze. I hate the color yellow and the color white. I do stupidly brave things one day and I'm a coward the next. I hate people purely on instinct. I dream things that happen later on. When I picture people I know in my mind, I use a specific color only assigned to them. I can't sit comfortably without propping my left leg up on something. I haven't spent a solid week without chocolate since I was very little.
I dislike people; as a species, as a whole. There are very few select specimens that I decide I like more than the rest. Even then, I'm a bit of a compulsive liar. I never believe somebody else--even myself--unless I have proof. Sometimes not even then.
I am forever unsure of myself, and not in that normal way where you can be persuaded by a few kind words and a smile--no. I am unsure in the way that I know how horrible I am--more
b e l i e v eBitterness;b e l i e v e10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we fall apart at the seams.
Treachery;
you don't even trust me.
Lies;
are so hard to tell.
trust;
you don't know me very well.
Love;
We once had so much.
Emptiness;
it's never enough.
Longing;
I wish you were still here.
Brokenness;
but your trust has already been sheared.
Special"Special," my mother said while brushing my hair that evening. "You are very special, dearest."Special10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was only two at the time and more than a little confused. "What's 'peshal?" I lisped.
"Special, dear," she corrected absentmindedly, combing my auburn curls lightly. "It's when you're not the same as the others. It's when you're not only not the same, but you're also the only one like yourself."
"Is special a good thing, Mommy?" I asked innocently.
"I don't know..." she said, punctuating each word as if it might be her last. "It can be. I believe special is good if you use it that way."
I nodded sagely, knocking the brush out of my hair and my mother's hand. It made a distinct thump sound as it hit the floor. My mother laughed, surprised, before standing up from her perch on the bed beside me to grab it.
"Be careful, dearest," she scolded lightly, placing the brush on a large vanity in the far corner of the room. "You could break something important. Why don't you lay down now?"
Wit
SorrySorry that I'm notSorry11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
important enough for you to tell me
what was wrong,
but just enough for you to expect me
to know anyway.
Sorry that I was
supposed to understand.
Sorry that I tried to be there
for you anyway.
Sorry that I was the one who
noticed you were upset.
Sorry that you didn't tell me why.
Sorry that you're not
filled with regret.
Sorry that you don't
even miss me.
Sorry that you think it's all my fault.
I'm very sorry.
For everything.
But mostly?
I'm so sorry that you
bailed on me when
I was the only one
that would never
bail on you.
Even though you told me
nothing.
Even though you lied to me.
Even though you didn't care.
I wonder if you'll ever figure that out.
Learning LoveThe first time I saw his eyes,Learning Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought it was love.
Bright, bright light blue.
The first time I spoke to him,
I learned love was so much more
than a first impression.
The first time I kissed him,
I learned love was having
a complete connection with a boy.
When we spoke for hours without breaking,
I learned love was understanding
no matter what mistakes are made.
When he said 'I love you,'
I learned love was crying
because you're that happy.
When he called me his girlfriend in front his friends,
I learned that love that love was smiling and
laughing because you have nothing to hide.
The first fight we ever had,
I learned that love was about being
vulnerable and open. Finding compromise.
The day we lost what we once had,
I learned that love was being broken
and shattered and still finding it in you to restart.
I learned love from a boy
that I will never truly let go and never let go of me.
I learned love from a boy
that I h
We might know this, but you don't want it.We keep on diggingWe might know this, but you don't want it.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
deeper and deeper
and one day we
might just hit bottom.
I don't know how I
ever thought this
would work. I just
want to pretend that
we can be happy
forever, but you
never really believed
in forever, did you?
You believe in crappy
endings, half-washed fairy
tales, and ruined dreams.
You don't see hope in
the wishing well,
only ever tragedy.
You say that you love how
I remain hopeful for
the future we both want.
Why can't you believe in
the love that stares
back in my eyes whenever
you blink? Can't you at
least believe in it?
I don't think you can, even
when it's staring you in the face.
Sta.sh
