Story of a lying girlThat morning, the sun rose for the fourth time. The vastness of the unfamiliar forest weighted down on her aching shoulders. Back at day one, she discovered that every path looped back to an oak tree. It stood tall in the center of a clearing, much like a beacon of some kind. Still, she thought, if she ended up in this place, then there had to be some way out. It was simply a matter of uncovering the exit.Story of a lying girl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Attempt after attempt escape failed, and the girl found herself back at this tree once more. With a sigh she rested her back against it. The air tasted of a sleepless summer night; hopeless and warm. The feeling of being stuck in time. Abandonment. It was a feeling that stayed with her, rooted within her heart. You're on your own, is what she told herself these days. It'll be okay. Just gotta keep on going. There is no other way but ahead.
She looked up at the rosy sky. Solitude let to thinking, and thinking revealed old wounds that she knew would open again once she nu
The cloudmakerIt was on a particularly cloudy day that I created another life. You sprung from my hands, eager, like a lamb frolicking through a grassy meadow. An accident. I had been trying to create a tornado, but my hand must've twitched. The gray of my walls only accentuated your glowing golden form further; vaguely shaped like a human child, but not quite. A highly misleading appearance. I remember my first thought: Not another one. I'd made your kind before. It never ended well.The cloudmaker1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Nice to meet you,” you said, sticking out your hand. “It's awfully gloomy outside.”
I shook it. “The earth looked a little dry today.”
You stood in front of my only window, a hand sliding down one of the bars. Your other went outside and caught a raindrop in your grasp. “So this is rain. Did you make it?”
“It's all I do. I've been here ever since I can remember.”
“And how long is that?”
“Longer than the amount of raindrops
Nightmares of RealityNightmares of Reality2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A girl rested on the bed, rain streaming down the windows of her face, her cheeks melting into blobs of fat in the outpour.
Sleepiness takes advantage of the chance to kneel beside her and outstretch her hand in a tempting offer to take her away. For a moment, there was such an immense struggle in the girl to push it away; she knew it was a lie. But then, she looks into its eyes and she thinks she’s seen those eyes before.
When she had looked down into the black abyss eyes of her grandmother, who was surrounded with white chrysanthemums. When a homeless cat slinking in the rain stared at her from afar. On the people who’ve lost their dream.
It’s inevitable, isn’t it. She thinks it as more like a fact and wraps her quivering hands around the cold, cold hands.
The seduction of sleepiness brushes her eyelids close and kisses her to oblivion.
She opens her eyes, unsure at first whether she had opened them at all. The world around her was stuck in a
Imaginary FriendI once had a friend.Imaginary Friend2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That was made of pretend,
Who's only friend was me.
We played all alone,
Just all on our own.
Down on the hills,
And the trees.
We ran through the woods,
Jumped in the hills,
And played in the dark,
Because we lived for the thrills.
We went on our journeys,
And time would stand still.
The world would change,
Because it bowed to our will.
Then came the days
My friend started to fade.
We no longer spoke,
We just sat in the shade.
And as we sat silent
We looked at the sky .
My friend left for the last time,
Without a goodbye.
I guess the fact is.
They were no longer shy.
I once had a friend,
I thought was made of pretend.
Who supposedly no one could see.
So I sit and I wait,
Pretending their late.
Alone with no guarantee.
Hoping and saying ,
Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shedMother always told me that the most important lessons in life come accompanied by saltwater.Mother knew the ocean amassed every tear ever shed2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I always thought she was carrying a soul too spent and too sullen.
I didn't know how right she was till sometime back, at seventeen.
For it was at seventeen that I was to try through a time where paltry tears- saltwater, was all I could taste, as my world was ripped right out of my ribs, and I experienced my first heartbreak.
I was years too young to search for starfish by the shore, to wish myself an old wives tale cure, all for a classic summer sickness. His sea-foam eyes had plighted me and blighted me. He allowed my knees and ankles to burn in rock salt kisses and promises. I allowed him to sear through my wounds, past and present.
In the end, I almost lost myself to his vastness, and almost drowned in the strength of his currents.
He was far too momentous and I, too infinitesimal.
Summer ended a short-lived romance but romance it was nonetheless. Rock salt senses will always string dé
Stitching Wounds with Stringent FeelingsYou breathe me in with desperate, shriveled lungs--Stitching Wounds with Stringent Feelings2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for I am a sordid necessity.
My words are like a salve for judgments hung
so selfishly upon your blatant needs.
And maybe you're a martyr in your eyes--
surprise, I see you lynched by your own thoughts.
Self pity and resentment are a guise
to hide the nothingness that starts to rot
your blackened insides. Take me into you,
feel whole from my magnetic pull towards those
robotic dialogues you think so true.
Just take me in, only the Lord could know
reflections meet you with a deadened stare.
You distant angels never really care.
A Failed FairytaleI'm going to tell you a story,A Failed Fairytale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of a fairy tale gone wrong,
Of broken hearts and shattered dreams,
Of pain that flows into words.
If you are looking for a happy ending,
Turn away now.
If you are searching for an escape from reality,
You will not find it here.
This is the story of a girl.
A young girl,
With an open mind,
Willing to accept anyone into her heart.
Her heart wasn't pure,
She had a dangerous past,
But her eyes looked to the future.
Before she closed her eyes,
She would look up at the sky,
And search for a miracle.
She needed help,
She needed some one to reach down and help her back up,
From where she had fallen on the ground.
She had held strong.
She couldn't walk,
But she could crawl.
She crawled as far as she could in life,
But she needed someone.
Then one cold May night,
Out of the darkness,
Came a shooting star.
Lighting up the sky.
She whispered out her wish,
The thing she dared to dream of,
Her wish upon a star,
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.
Midnight DanceYour fingers slide in between mine,Midnight Dance2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our hands perfectly entwined.
Your arm wraps tenderly around my waist,
As you whirl me around and we trace
imaginary patterns on the floor.
Everything about you I adore,
as my head lies gently on your shoulder,
And we dance a dance that is older
Than time itself.
Your scent engulfs my mind,
And brings with it memories so refined,
Filled with pure emotion,
To you I promise complete devotion.
My senses are drowned out,
So that there is no room for any doubt,
Past worries and fears I twirled
As I fell into another world.
Hope and love fill my heart
As we perfect this dying art.
My dreams fall into place,
Made real by the smile upon your face.
And as we dance,
Our minds filled with true romance,
I mirror your movements
As we step backwards and forwards
To the slow, steady rhythm inside our heads.
A Fragile Lifeheady beats flow into his ears, each music noteA Fragile Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a dream fluttering to the forefront of his mind
obliterating the darkness of the world
trying to encroach his every thought.
clunky earphones, the only ones he could afford
sit on his ears, blocking any untoward noises
like the screams from downstairs
and the sharp thuds from the room next door.
slick rhymes pulse through his mind,
temporary escapes from the maze of
treacherous timesevents rather not remembered,
best forgotten within the sands of time.
background vocals implant wells
depths of azure hope and cerulean freedom
springing from the undiscovered realms of his mind,
watering the seeds that others hope to harvest.
hip-hop flows through his veins;
the life-blood of his mind, of his sanity
the words, the rhythms, the voices
control his limbs, moving them every which way.
dancing used to rule his life
the rule shattered the same as his leg;
mere remnants survived to instill his passion
UntitledThere was something of the night, she would say, which had always frightened her.Untitled2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't the moonless shadows or the strange prolixity of sounds, but the way the skyline would shatter just beyond the city's crest, as if proving to her childish mind that nothing is truly limitless. Not even the sky.
David Dreams of PaintHe told me he could build me in paint.David Dreams of Paint2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He dreamed of the colours he'd mix for my hair,
the exact tinge of rose for my skin.
He'd splatter me into existence if he could.
"I dream of paintbrushes"
His eyes looked endless in the late afternoon sunlight,
" I dream of paintbrushes and the smell of paint,
The tang of it, metallic and chemical."
His hands move, craving a brush
pale birds stuck without wings.
" The tang of it, metallic and chemical,
and the colours,
all the colours"
He is strokes of paint,
The golden light encasing him in chiaroscuro dreams.
His hair, daubed thickly on his head,
skin, a thousand different hues.
Mouth cut in a harsh line.
"I dream of colours"
He whispers and wishes for paint.
DistortionDistortion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I squint my eyes,
And I see into the past.
Things become fuzzy,
People lose their faces,
And everything seems
Just a little darker,
A little more distant.
Then I open my eyes,
And my memory ends.
I squint at myself in
the mirror, and I dont
know who Im looking at.
I cant see his face,
But his shoulders have
Tightened up, and his
Head has sunk down.
He has no wrinkles,
He has no features at all,
And the only way
I know its my reflection
Is that this man
Squints back at me.
the ten word break-up.I only wish I had the heartthe ten word break-up.9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
to break yours.
RealityIt happensReality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bits of reality bleeding through to your fantasies,
Tarnishing your world view.
Commingling with others,
And gutting your beliefs.
The world you knew cracks and ruptures,
Leaving behind something brand new and foreign.
And before you know it,
My watch is just broken.
Too Many Doors At OnceThe wind blew past your hesitant fingersToo Many Doors At Once8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And thus all the doors came flying open
Throwing you back into memories that you were not ready to receive
Yet there is a difference from then and now-
I’ll help you up and hold you close
And we can face these things together.
Lulled RealityThe Marionette dances and sings her song,Lulled Reality6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Encouraging the children to grow up strong.
The future is bright and yours for the taking,
Your options limitless, a life worth making.
The children grow and her song changes,
Their eyes grow listless in the last stages.
Caps are thrown and gowns shed,
Graduation insures the machines are fed.
Another generation to swell the masses,
And their future fades as the time passes.
Propaganda spews from mouths corrupt,
But the muted populous dares not to interrupt.
The breeders wed and offspring grow,
Clutching to the life they used to know.
Dont worry, dont fret, youll understand,
No need to join the mourning band.
Be still my love and youll soon hear,
The clarions call filling the air.
These things happen, its meant to be,
Everything fades into debris.
A twisted ballet of gory decay,
A bloody bouquet for all to survey.
Many are missing and many are gone,
The supportive collective has withdrawn.
Our supposed f
disappearI taught her how to grow a backbone—disappear9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How to fight the battles that mattered most
How to say no and goodbye—
I taught her how to leave without being noticed—
How to fade away day by day
How to merely cease—
&& she used this knowledge against me.
but there is nothing you can say nowWhen you returnbut there is nothing you can say now11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think you could take some of your precious-not-to-be-wasted-time to say hello?
When you left
It was almost literally without-a-trace
And you left a note; one of those shitty little notes
“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine” with “but most importantly you’ll be fine without me”
Written in-between each individual letter of your goddamned words.
The Things We Give AwayDrake couldn't keep still.The Things We Give Away2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The restlessness, the agitation, the anxietywhen it got to be unbearable he would pace across the creaking floorboards of the basement and moan in anguish.
I listened to the rapid pattering of his bare feet below me and wished he would go to sleep. It scared me, his psychosis. There were times when I was tempted to up the dosage of his meds, but I never did; his doctor had specifically said no more drugs. His body couldn't take it.
A banging noise resonated from downstairs and I jumped. Then sighed. This was getting ridiculous. I needed to talk to him. I needed to calm him down. I forced myself out of bed and groggily meandered down to the dimly-lit basement where, for some reason, Drake felt safe. My bones creaked almost as much as the stairs did as I descended them. I was horribly sleep-deprived. I'd been staying up all hours of the night for the past couple of weeks and it had taken its toll on me. His doctor suggested having him committed, but I cou