you never knew.Every summer in Munich the rain used to fall in buckets tepid, luminescent rain, like crystal slices, sluicing through the green trees leaves and loosening the earth around the mountains so much that the smaller towns had to evacuate. It slicked the city streets and made the sky as gray as them. I went out every day while the adults sat indoors around fireplaces to complain about the wet weather, and lied and said it was only because I liked to watch. My mother would shake her finger every time I dripped warm rainwater into the house and my brother would warn me in whisper that if I stayed out too long, I could drown.you never knew.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I only half-lied. I loved to watch, watch from under the loose flooring of the porch as the rain came down. But Sam loved the rain more, and that was part of why I loved to watch. Loved to watch him watch. As we got older, more and more he would venture out, and sit in the grass as the rain fell around him, his face turned to the white sky. Sam liked the peace and
The FeelingLove is the feelingThe Feeling2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,
A feeling as heavy and crushing
As earth thrown into a grave,
And it could pave
The way to happiness
Or lead us into Hell.
Love is that feeling
When nothing matters but then it does
In high definition
And in your head is an endless repetition
Of every moment you’ve ever
Love is that feeling
When someone else is your oxygen;
You need them to survive,
And every time you touch,
Even in your dreams,
Is the only time you feel alive.
Love is that feeling
Where everything is beautiful
Because your eyes have been stolen
By an angel
But everything is as secure
As it is fragile.
Love is that feeling
When you know it’s all over
But you can’t bring yourself to hate
Them because you want them to be happy,
Even if their happiness
LovelustYou are the moon,Lovelust2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
That crowned queen of the night sky,
And I fall to you,
A slain enemy
To an angel's sword,
Stabbed through and through,
I fall to you.
Do not talk to me of that poison,
That seeps through a fool's mind
And brings folly, makes you blind;
I won't fall to that
Insidious insinuation of affection.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
And yet I do.
I love you.
I wish to be with you,
But without that which
Would come if I were with you.
I wish to be with and without,
With what I would have
And without what I will have;
But all roads point to
You, what are you?
That rides along the road
And which I would gladly throw myself under?
I would certainly throw myself under you.
The great She.
The great Perhaps;
The master of me.
Love. Love. Love.
A loaded gun.
A pain sweet as cyanide,
And try as I might,
I cannot hide
From the lightning storm rage
Of the notorious Perhaps,
And it feels like a relapse
To fall into you.
I used t
BulliedCold words on my mindBullied10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like grey waves tasting a beach
Washing me away.
Past Tense BluesWasesPast Tense Blues3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So are weres;
And it's the becauses
That make them feel
That much worse.
caterpillars will become butterflies.You called it a whole other world.caterpillars will become butterflies.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's a fortress," you tell me when we sit at the bay window, thrown wide open.
The spider webs would cut thousands of crystal strokes under my windowsill in between rainy seasons, and each morning we'd sit out in the yard and I'd watch you sketch the dewdrops ebbed in the tiny satin tightropes. Your father hated them, but you wouldn't let him touch them.
"Everything so geometric and miniature. It's amazing."
The structure of my bones became geometric and miniature, too, so you could trace every line sitting in that window, with the curtains billowing like butterfly wings.
But I never noticed that you never noticed the butterflies.
You called me your little fairy girl.
"Little fairy girl," you tell me in the kitchen. My mother has just wed your father and I already like you. "Little fairy girl, so small and fragile."
Couldn't you see it, Jeremy? Couldn't you see how I followed you like a moth would to flame? You plucked me from the vine an
and then, you changed.For years, you used to ask me what you were to me.and then, you changed.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I would always say, "Nothing," until you finally understood that there was nothing you could do that could ever hurt me.
When we were children, there were no monsters under your bed. Just dead frogs and lizards from the pond on your doorstep.
You asked your sister, "Why do things die?"
"Because death is a part of life," she told you with a loving hand in your hair and a calming hug waiting for you later. But her eyes pinned me over your shoulder.
She never told you it was because Erik wouldn't stop killing them.
Flowers die, too. So I flattened them in your schoolbooks for you to find.
And you thought it was romantic. You showed them to your friends and told your sister you had a secret admirer.
I often wondered how you would've felt if you saw their ashes blow away with the wind, when I later burned them out on the deck.
It took you two years. You left a note in my locker junior year asking if I wanted to go out
Strife's Story ProloguePrologueStrife's Story Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Dad! Dad!” I cried happily as I ran into the throne room.
My father turned his head towards me as a kind and caring smile spread upon his face. He stepped down from his throne and hovered to me as we met in the middle of the room. Bending down, he picked me up in his arms and spun in a few circles, still hovering, as my laugh echoed throughout the room.
“There you are!” my father said as he stopped spinning, placing me on the floor. “I was beginning to wonder what my little girl was doing.”
“Dad! Look what I can do!” I closed my eyes, held out my arms bent at my elbows, and focused. After a second, I felt a bit of power form in my chest and make its way to my hands. In a flash, there was an empty glass sitting in my hands and a small cotton candy cloud floating above that. A dark brown liquid, known as ‘chocolate milk’, fell from the cloud and filled the glass from the top down.
“My, my!” my father smiled
Fall Out Boy, Dresses, and ProgressI have so much to tell you guys about!Fall Out Boy, Dresses, and Progress1 week ago in Personal More Like This
First of all, I have a super lovely aunt who has bought me tickets for Fall Out Boy's October UK tour! I am going to see them in Bournemouth - any of you guys going to that gig? I have managed to rope my long-suffering uncle into being my chaperone (the same uncle who accompanied me to blink-182, and Green Day) which he is just thrilled about. I know it's not until October, but I am already overly psyched for it! Have you guys heard any of Fall Out Boy's new stuff? At first I was a little unsure, but it really has grown on me. I like 'Uma Thurman' and 'Irresistible'.
As some of you may know, it's my eighteenth birthday on Thursday (22nd). I'm holding a little gathering (not quite a party) at my local pub for my first legal drink, and I'm actually getting really excited about it. So excited that I actually went out clothes shopping (which is something I usually loathe to do) in order to get an outfit for the event. The mission was succ
Writing, Christmas and PneumoniaAs most of you know, I am currently working on trying to write a novel-length story. Just to keep you updated, it's going really well! I'm still in love with the plot and the characters, which I think is really important because I've tried to do this sort of thing before and have just gotten bored. So far my story is 47,208 words and I am about halfway through my written plan (another past downfall of mine has been not writing out a plan). I had hoped to get this finished before the start of the new year, but I have decided to push this date back to February purely because I don't want to rush/force the words out. Anyway, I just thought I'd let you guys know that it's going well and I'm having fun with it!Writing, Christmas and Pneumonia1 month ago in Personal More Like This
Holy shit, it's nearly Crimbo, I can barely contain myself. I seriously love this time of year! I've got my aunt and nan eleven presents each, a personal best - I've been buying since August, so I could make sure I had enough money to spend on them. Highlights for my nan includ
Christmas, Finished, and BeginningI had a really great Christmas! All of the gifts I gave out were well received (especially my one-year-old half-sister's rubber ducks, despite the fact they were probably the crappiest gift I gave her) and a dangerous amount of food was consumed. It was definitely better than 2013, when we were without power from the day before Christmas Eve to late evening on Boxing Day. Gift highlights include; an iPad Air 2, a semi-professional Fujifilm camera, loads of books, some notebooks, and a fair amount of money. I elected to spend this money on several things (more books, more notebooks and a watch), but most importantly on a new pet. On 3rd January (what would have been my mother's 44th birthday) I went to Pets At Home and bought a tiny little Roborovski dwarf hamster. His name is Punk and he is my baby. Did you guys have a nice holiday season?Christmas, Finished, and Beginning3 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
Good news; I have finally finished writing my novel! Or, rather, the first draft of it. I think it turned out pretty well for a first draft, at a sm
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
Let it ShineSmile at a stranger.Let it Shine1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just do it.
Smile at a stranger.
Until you feel it too
Are a sunshine heart.
Let it shine.
Smile at someone,
And you could change their day.
Happiness is free;
It's something anyone
Can give away.
Smile at someone,
And they'll probably smile back
And that might be
The first time the sun will see
It really is worth while,
Making someone smile.
We are all stories,
We interlock and intertwine -
I am in yours,
As you are in mine.
Brighten someone's story
With your smile.
Make the world shine.