Warm HandsShe looked across at meWarm Hands5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So close, I could touch her, smell her perfume.
So close, I can almost see my reflection in her eyes.
But even I can tell that we're really worlds apart.
Later, when looking back, I wonder what she was thinking.
Mysterious is almost the right word, but still not quite.
She posses an air of confidence mixed with the tinge of a broken heart bringing her down.
I remember looking at her, and something about me, or the world made her sad.
She had looked like she was sad, but she was crying on the inside.
I'd think for hours later,
hours I still spend,
thinking about how she reached out with her hand.
A hand so much smaller than my own, a gender difference I'd known of, but never known.
My hands are always cold, like spades of ice, but she took one anyway.
And even now, I could sit for hours, looking in her eyes and holding a warm hand.
How Could You?How did I let it get this bad?How Could You?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm so ashamed
I should've seen it coming,
That you were going to hurt me this badly
That it's impossible for me to be loved,
Especially by you.
I can't even see your name and not cry
So what will this year bring?
But I had regained some hope near the end of last year,
Will you give me that again?
Or will you stay silent,
Making me go back into the darkness...
I can only hope that you'll help me,
Or at least,
I know you can save me,
But I know you won't
You're the one that hurt me
And what am I supposed to do,
When the one who hurt me...
Is the only one that can save me?
Already DeadWhy, oh why, did you give up trying?Already Dead6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You could have told me all those nights you stayed up crying
At this point, it doesn't matter what I've said
Because, by now, it seems like you're already dead
I've tried so hard to give you the world
But you ignored it, and into a tight ball you curled
Away from me, from everyone, you stayed
Hiding, oh what a big mess we've made
How long have I sat here sighing?
Doesn't matter, since you're already dying
Rotting away, bitter at me
For only wanting you to look around and see
They care, dear friend, they really do
Please don't make me have to find you
Dead, alone, and gone from this life
Because I can no longer stand your ongoing strife.
Not a Love PoemI love things you doNot a Love Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Things you say
How that smile can
Take my breath away
But I don't love you
Not in that way
I need to tell you
So that you'll stay
I need to tell you
It's not like that
So you'll know
And that'll be that
But you don't listen
This is my choice
And my promise kept
I said no once
You didn't know
You gave it time
Hoping it'd grow
Sadness I saw
On your beautiful face
From my memory
Is never erased
I'm sorry I hurt you
I can say it again
But I cannot undo
What I did back then
CryingI do not cry,Crying3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not exactly sure why,
But I do not cry.
*Sigh*, oh how I wish,
Oh how dearly I miss
My tears that cease to exist.
Sometimes, I step beneath the water,
Sometimes, I begin to wonder,
Why? Why do I not cry?
Do I try to hide it?
Bottle it up a bit?
The shower water rains down,
On my back it hits.
And as the water streams down my face,
My eyes begin to swell,
Maybe crying is not always the case,
Perhaps it is just the feeling,
Like the draining of a well,
So I stick my face beneath the shower,
And let the droplets flow down my cheek,
And wonder if I lack the power
To let loose and just weep.
AjvarPo udbeniku, joj,Ajvar3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
kapnuo mi je ajvar,
ispitni rok. Stop.
Oj, ajvaru, mljac,
mili priloe, dragi,
volim te, vječno.
That is So GayWow. That is so gay.That is So Gay4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean it. That is so homosexual.
Or maybe it is so jewish.
Or so asian.
Or maybe so black.
Or so kid-who-never-gets-off-their-computer.
Or so jock-who-will-peak-in-high-school.
Or so dumb-blond
Or so hetero.
When you say 'thats so gay,' i say 'thats-so-idiot-who-really-needs-a-dictionary.'
Life in PicturesClick.Life in Pictures3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A black and white scene of a small child standing on the sandy shore of a beach flickers onto the screen. Not much else is in the scene, just the boy and a small canoe in the background, with its passenger frozen in a stroking motion. It seems to be a warm, sunny day, and judging by the expression on the child's face, he's having fun. The child isn't more than three in the picture- he still glows with the innocence that only children of such an age possess. His other characteristics aren't particularly noticeable, save one: There's a long scar running from his neck, down the length of his chest, and disappearing into the side of his swimsuit.
A color picture -if a grainy one- appears next. A picture of a party appears now, albeit a party with one guest. It's easy to see that the lone guest is the boy from the previous picture, aged perhaps six years. His face has more personality and less baby fat. His eyebrows are thin, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth twis
A dance with deathThe nothingness washes over youA dance with death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the brilliance of The Light fades away.
Her hand, so perfect and delicate,
Smoother and more flawless than a china doll,
Extends to you, inviting you.
The music starts and lost souls hush
As she twirls you across the paranormal plane.
The woes from your past life melt
And the afterlife envelopes you.
She leans in close to you,
Her chin upon your shoulder
Her lips brushing against your ear
And she coos a melodic warning to you.
"Remember, never forget."
The music stops, the world turns dark.
Millions of hands drag you away
Back to your body, back to a true hell.
Gasping in air until your lungs might burst,
Darting awake after such peaceful rest.
Her face blurs from your memory
And you plea for someone to find her.
Someone seems to recall her, but you know better.
"You've never danced with her.
Or you have, and you don't remember.
She's lovely, you'd remember her."
Rest at ease, child.
One day you'll relive the dance.
63. do not disturbashes floating in choked63. do not disturb6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
larynges, we breathe in the
taste of cemeteries and
rotted wood. there is life
here in death, and all you
have to do is die
to find it.
in this sense of non-time
we've got the future trapped
in a box. cacophonies of
shivering branches and
howling winds blow past,
but it's easier than you think
to wake the dead.
stars bleed hallucinatory
colours and the earth begins
to break in time to sunset.
tell me, am i enough
for you now?
echoes of the lost battleEchoes of the Lost Battleechoes of the lost battle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gratitude fills the hole that your words have pierced through my heart
A dead end filled with the past of possible outcomes
Laying the responsibility of all our tears at my feet
Silver spooning me your polished version of events
Holding on with every piece of my soul's endurance
While you pry my fingers away from all the dreams I held so dear
Humbled am I, to see it all so clear!
When the guilt was washed away by all of your lies
The weeping echoes of a dying heart
Miri's ScarsMiri seldom wakes up early enough to see Dawn go running. She watches the woman leave her house, shake out her limbs in preparation. Her black jogging pants clinging to her gazelle-legs, her black hair tied in a high ponytail. Miri has the same black hair. She pushes it away from her eyes, watches her mother through the lace curtains that adorn every window in Grandmas house. Dawn begins to walk, then shifts seamlessly into a loping run. Miri loses sight of her as she rounds the corner.Miri's Scars6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dawns wide, dark eyes on Miri, her eyebrows arched steeply, every plane of her face shadowed with fury. She calls Miri names when shes mad, a childhood habit she has never seen the need to get rid of. She calls Miri a cow, a retard, a bitch, over and over, melting the words into a mantra that eventually dissolves into nonsense. She doesnt know how else to make the lesson stick; she doesnt even remember what the lesson is. All she knows is that Miris defiant face ma
InescapableI grieve for youInescapable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your jaundiced eyes
and winter edged heart
that you perceive the world
is as cold
as your soul
or as empty
as your conscience
the milk of human kindness
curdles on your lips
preferring bitter bile
as your cup of tea
a justifiable reward
a frozen satisfaction
Beware the grim honor
what is sown
to your fate
grassy field with rustgrassy field with rustgrassy field with rust3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'd heard about the old car, three miles out of town and all alone. I just had to see it. It was time. School was over for the summer, my friends were at camp, and I was bored. I set out Thursday morning for a hike, following directions that Uncle Will had given me. As the heat was still growing with the climb of the sun, I found the field and wandered around looking, and looking some more, trying not to be distracted by bees buzzing in the flowers, and butterflies and baby mice. Then it was there, just a bit upslope from the bottom of a natural swale, and just below the sky at the top of the bank. A 1959 Cadillac convertible, but not like the old music videos showed.
This one was part buried in grass gone to seed and turned almost white golden with the dry heat. The tires were collapsed cracked pieces and there wasn't a trace of pink paint anywhere. Rust owned it, and it held on so tight that holes were showing in what used
Puddle-jumpingShe looks through a puddle to the hole on the other side.Puddle-jumping2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Some dreams fell down there a while ago, and if she can just snag a little of the bright ribbon at their tails, perhaps she could follow them in there.
I mean, it looks quite nice, what with all the blue glowing back at her pigtails, and the
clouds seem quite friendly. I wonder if they know hide and seek?
So in she jumps, wellies and all, but somehow only manages a splash and a splutter, and a muddy pattern over her socks.
But it doesn't matter - there's always tomorrow. She'll try again then.
For it's sad, really, when others look into puddles and all they expect to see is the ground.
Shaman-completeThe man was not a hermit by choice, but out of necessity. His first name was Doug, and his last name no longer mattered. What few relatives he had still living were out of touch and scattered across the States. Doug lived in an old shack out in the woods, nestled in the riverbottoms of the Ozarks in a secluded valley. Considered legally insane by his doctors, whom he visited only a few times a year, he lived a sparse monk-like existence on a meager government disability check. But he knew that he was quite sane, no matter what any doctor said, and he was a haunted man. Once a month, when he drove into town for supplies, he felt the eyes of all the normal people piercing his soul, but these were not the eyes he had to worry about. Any would be guest inside his home, not that he ever had any, would notice a fish hook tacked to the wall someplace in plain view in every room. And upon these fish hooks hShaman-complete6 years ago in Horror More Like This
...I Lost Everything The slap echoed through the trees; birds scattered at the crack upon the child's ashen skin. _____ trembled on the ground, forcing his shaking hands into the dirt so that he wouldn't touch the leaking wound on his cheek. Blood muddied his mother's wedding ring....I Lost Everything6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What do you think you're doing?!" He didn't speak, afraid of her dark eyes. His father stepped to the shivering willow and lifted a lighter.
It took only a couple seconds...
The heat burned the drip to his cheek. Screaming orange stained his innocent eyes. Tears wanted to fall, but his heart locked them inside.
Merlin-Arthur: Show me your magicMerlin-Arthur: Show me your magic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: Major Character Death
Fandom: Merlin (TV)
Relationship: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
Summary: Merlin has just discovered he's a magician, in a city where magic is dreaded and looked down upon. But he doesn't care, because Arthur is with him.
Show me your magic...
"Show me your magic..." Arthur says, voice hoarse and breathy.
He lets himself fall in the fresh grass, trying to catch his breath after the long race up the hill. Merlin is sat beside him, his hair glued to his forehead as the light of the setting sun draws long shadows on his face. It's Arthur's twelfth birthday and he has run away from the oppressive pomp of the feast organized in his honor, dragging along his faithful friend and playmate.
"Are you sure?" the black-haired boy asks. "I thought you feared it."
Arthur shakes his head, moving his gaze on Camelot's walls and rolling closer to his friend. “People in town may be a
IronHeartDoctor Shraimer calmly analyzed the man before him.IronHeart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man was tall, sticking up out of his chair almost as if he were standing. He had black hair and black eyes, pale skin, the ghost of an unshaven beard. He looked handsome, but tired, in a way. His face looked strung out, as if it had exhausted itself in some action earlier that day, week, month or year.
"Mr. Wes Reginald?" said Shraimer, looking Wes up and down. Wes's clothing looked as if he had been through a tornado- although, Shraimer remembered, he looked a good deal better than a number of the others who had come to discuss their issues with him.
"Probably me," said Wes, pressing a hand to his forehead and looking tired. "Been a long time since I've been called that, Doc. Just call me Ironheart. Everyone else does- did." For a flicker of a moment, the corners of Wes's mouth pulled down low, and his eyes sagged. In the next millisecond, he looked exactly the same as he had before.
"We may as well start there. Why did 'everyone
RainforestThe rainforests weren't a particularly nice place to get lost in, especially not at night. The trees managed to absorb any light that might be generated by faraway buildings. Animals could be heard mewling, howling, slithering or hissing perpetually, and it felt as if you were being watched the entire time- which, most likely, you were.Rainforest3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cecil felt no different than anyone else as he blundered through the forest, his feet catching on gnarled roots and crushing small bugs. Of all the times to get lost in the rainforest, he had to choose now. Damned sleepwalking
Something brushed his face- something warm. Cecil howled quietly, and backed away. A warm sweat drenched him; even at night, the forests were hot, humid, unpleasant things.
Something hissed at him as he went by its den. Even the animals sensed that he was panicked and confused, inadvertently destroying anything in his path.
Earlier that week, Cecil's girlfriend had managed to convince him to take a spur-of-the-moment trip to
The StarsYou ran away, you wretch, until The StarsThe Stars6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rose up like embers in the sky to cast
their fury down on you, a glare to melt
your will, to slow your gait, to wear upon
your mind, for you have stuck a thorn in mine.
Forgive? You jest - I shame myself, but no,
I wholly find myself unable to.
Your cowardice and lack of care for life,
you thief! do pray we never meet for then,
O, then you will feel fire from my eyes.
So innocent She was, so fine and young.
The Stars shone from Her deep brown eyes, Her laugh
melodic, sweet. She shined Her radiance
upon the world to brighten it, bring peace.
She knew She was with child, as did I;
but you, of course, knew no such thing, nor did
you care the night you chose to drive away,
you coward, bolting once you struck my dear.
The Stars have faded since that night so ill,
save gazing from above reminding us.
Now pale, and cold, The Stars live in my heart.
This Is For YouIf I was an artistThis Is For You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would paint a smile upon your face.
I would tickle your senses
with my brush strokes
and maybe you could finally look into a mirror
and see the beauty I found in you?
If I was a bird
I would sing your sorrow away.
Perhaps if you would hear me
behind your bedroom window,
your soul would vibrate in ecstasy
like my vocal chords while I shout your name?
If I was Mother Nature,
I would write your name into the air
so the wind would embrace you.
Maybe, just maybe then you
would realize you're not alone.