Wedding TGWedding TG4 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon, not a cloud in the sky.
It was the day of my sister's wedding. She had been planning it for months now, everything had to be perfect.
Everyone was seated in the church. The vicar was ready for the service. The groom was standing, ready for his future wife to walk down the isle.
I was sat at the front, waiting to see my sister walk down to see her in her wedding dress for the first time.
Suddenly, Chrissie, one of the bridesmaids tapped me on the shoulder.
"Ric, you're sister beeds to see you, now"
Wihtout even being allowed to respond, I was rushed outside into a small room where I saw my sister stood on the far side.
"Rach, you look so..."
"Quiet Ric. Now listen, I need to ask you something very important."
"One of the bridesmaids hasn't shown up"
"And this concerns me how?"
"Well, I need you to replace her."
"What do you mean. I know you, everything has to be perfect. All the bridesmaid have to be exactly right, so how can you stan
and it came on in waves.and it came on in waves.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Big Sur was a name that lived in the mouths of surfers and the words of Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller. Spontaneity drove me to this place as I ventured away from the Los Angeles wasteland back to the Silicon graveyard called home. The boredom of business for a whole week might have been the true cause. I'm never one not to take an adventure.
But California natives drove smart. To cross from one side of the state to the other, you took I-5 or 101. We laughed at the idiots who took the "scenic route" for pleasure, not for business. You only took Highway 1 to access the beaches. With the twists and turns, possible motion sickness, mudslides, rockslides, fog and constant construction, Highway 1 was a tourist's wake-up call-- not all is sunny-sexy in the Golden state. Seeing as I lived four years away from home, where the Northeast's transportation circulatory system pulses strong, fast and easy, I did an un-native thing and turned off at Pismo Beach for Highway 1.
Driving this road a few h
The Problem With Elia.she could have been a violin;The Problem With Elia.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
born a week too late, she had
melancholy in her bones: doctor lizbet
took time out of her schedule to pluck her
newborn strings - calloused sanitation against
mottled pink-and-yellow flesh & thrashing limbs.
in three more years, she will have
nothing in her bones at all: doctor estair
diagnosed her with iatrophobia to fuel her
instinctive chords - ripple-free shells of liquid
lobotomy & a capsule to callous her pink-and-yellow
flesh against the thought of just getting over it all.
ten years after that, her mother will
find her face down and thrashing: her dust
bunny bones will flex as she retches up her memories
for display - lawyers will spend the next few years pawing
through them with clawed hands and heaving breathing until
one day, they find lizbet and estair huddled amid the rubble of her bones.
Just a Spark... Rus EngEverything had begun with a little spark, just a spark in his eyes. As soon as she saw this little fire she knew he was special, it was meant to be. The more her wind blew the brighter his fire burnt. And it didn't matter that they were different, different powers and different elements, they were connected. Sometimes just her soft breathing made him blaze up like a thousand suns. It incinerated him inside, he hated her always flowing on the wind hair, her silhouette in the blue sky and her cold eyes. Every movement of her body made him burn. His own fire made him miserable, because she could control it. But he hated one thing more than her. Himself. He liked the way she made him blaze up, the way her breath woke his fire up and the feeling of thousand burning suns in his heart. He loved her freedom and intrepidity. He loved her unpredictability. He loved her.Just a Spark... Rus Eng4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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SAGITTARIUSSAGITTARIUSSAGITTARIUS6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Polarity - Positive
Modality - Mutable
Element - Fire
*Ruled by: Jupiter. Jupiter symbolizes expansion, growth, and prosperity.
Major Traits: Adventurous, independent
Independent, lively, and brimming with an irrepressible sense of possibility, you feel most vibrantly alive when you're having an adventure in the world.
The Sunny Side
At your happiest and best, you're a free spirit, a cheeful wanderer, an honest and intelligent companion, and a philosopher who likes to ponder the big questions - preferably with a few pals and a plentiful supply of snacks. You see life as an ongoing quest for experience and wisdom, not as a search for security. Restless and excitable, with a rapid-fire wit, you chafe under restriction and demand autonomy, which you happily extend to others.
In your eternal quest for experience and knowledge, you pursue a multitude of interests and you set ambitious, wide-ranging goals for
Such Envy ConstruedSuch Envy Construed3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Such envy construed from a dead, lifeless thing!
One would think I had taken too much of wine
Yet here I still lie, overcome with this dream
When the sensuous dawn and the morning are mine
I curse the sweet cloth that extends his form
So dark, yet inviting in its fibers of night
If the heart is the eyes, then his heart beats on
For his hand is my scepter and his being my sight
Such violence! Such envy! Are mortals so daft?
If a rose stabs itself on the thorns of deceit
I scream out my words, but you only will laugh
At the warring so bloody, yet blindingly sweet
If I lay me down tightly and rightly to sleep
Then dear Death will come tramping, as soon is his due
Announce my cold state, for the flesh will not reap
I am lying in arms so much sweeter than you
I'm Fine, Trust meI'm Fine, Trust me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just fine
Just stab me with that knife
I'm just fine
Rip my heart out when I'm alive
All that I see
Is you in my dreams
All that I see
Is that my heart is incomplete
It's just fine
My heart's made of ice
It's just fine
Just make me feel alive
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
Monster InsideMonster Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monster inside her weakens her
Takes away the happiness of life,
And her genuine smile,
Replacing it with a fictitious, fake mask,
Worn only in front of family and friends.
It wears her down, from the inside out,
A demon inside taking control of her body,
Banishing her out,
Making her feel as if she is a spectator in her own body
She is devoid of all content emotions:
Happiness, joy, excitement.
Yet the ruthless emotions stay,
As if feeding the creature within each passing day:
Heartbreak, pain, anger, fear
Walking in a vast expanse of darkness,
All she can do is search,
Day and night,
For that small light full of hope,
Full of meaning,
That will lead her to her old self,
The person she used to be.
I was able to imagine,
To live in my own little world of imagination.
I could actually smile
Without putting on an act for others.
I felt as if there was a meaning to life,
But now there's nothing important enough in my life to live for.
But, most importantly,
I had my
How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger,
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Reality Eng and RusWe are finally alone and can give way to out feelings. I fall into his arms without yielding to balance emotions. Sweet and familiar taste of his lips makes me smile. Strong arms twine around my waist lifting me into the air he buries his face in my hair and deeply breathes in the smell, which he hasn't felt for a long time. Finally together. Tender kisses, affectionate embraces, loving glances and soft whispers in the dark. Pleasant warmth spreading throughout the body, it begins in the heart and runs through the veins to the tips of fingers. A happy smile doesn't leave my face, my eyes are closed because there is no need to open them, he is right here next to me. I feel the heat of his body, soft snuffling and even a contented smile on his face. Consciousness slowly sinks into sleep and I know that a few more seconds and he will be asleep. My lips softly touch his one more time and he lazily whispers "Come here " cuddling me closer.Reality Eng and Rus4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I open my eyes and there is still that silly s
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
Heart BreakHeart Break3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe
sometimesSometimes I bleedsometimes9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I cry
I love, I feel, I need
I sometimes want to die
Sometimes I forget my smile
You might see me sad for a little while
Sometimes the loneliness gets too deep
At night I struggle when I should be asleep
You look at me and think I'm strong
Sometimes you see me wrong
I'm just a girl trying to find her way
Sometimes I don't have the words to say
I let you think that I don't care
You would see if my soul was stripped bare
Sometimes I let myself fall
At those times you almost hear my call
I Have ChangedI Have Changed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My tears, they won't dry for awhile
My blood, it will flow for some time
My fears, they keep me alive
But in the end
This is the real me
Not the portrait you once knew
I have changed, and so have you
Halloween TGHalloween TG4 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was October 31st 2011.
Me and Craig were still deciding what to dress up as for the big halloween party down the street, when he, unfortunately, had what sounded like a good idea.
"Girls," he randomly exclaimed.
"Yeah, what about them?"
"No moron, we go to the party as girls. You know, in drag."
It was the best, and only idea either of us had so we ran up to my sister's bedroom. I knocked on the door, obviously I didn't want to walk in on my own sister whilst she was in the middle of getting her costime on. I kncoked once more and then she opened up.
"What do you want?"
"Can we borrow some of your clothes for the halloween party?"
She paused for a few seconds before she gave her response.
We walked in.
"You can take anything from that wardrobe over there, in the corner."
Very rarely did I get to enter my elder sister's room but I had been in there a few times when I was a youngster. The wardrobe in the corner had always amazed me simply because whenever I walked anywhere near
In Love with a WizardLet me ride on your broomIn Love with a Wizard5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the midnight gloom
where stars that shine and groom.
I was hypnotized by your blue pretty eyes,
just as blue as the sky.
With your broom, we fly.
Your smile is an attraction
and it was really a perfection.
Whenever I see you, I felt passion.
My love for you is deep.
I know this is cheap,
but this is what I keep.
Oh my wizard, my only wizard...
When will I ever see you again?
There Was a TimeThere was a time, when I thought we were one.There Was a Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a time, when I thought we could be.
There was a time, when I thought we were there.
But now this time, the truth, I can really see.
We're not one and we're not there.
There's no us, there's no we.
There's reason for this, there has to be.
Because I guess it was never meant to be.
I miss you, because I love you.
I always enjoy talking to you.
I missed you, because I loved you.
I used to enjoy talking to you.
There was a time, when we were one.
There was a time, when we could have been.
There was a time, when we almost were.
I guess I was just too dumb to see it back then.
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for youYour Story3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words