RWO Chapter 1RWO Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rhymes With Orange
I never believed in love at first sight. I don't believe in changing myself to make someone love me and I sure as hell don't believe in those quizzes that insist we're perfect for each other or that it's true love.
And yet, here I am buying Seventeen. Again. I fiddle with my red ponytail, I'm probably needing a cut soon, while the cashier runs my purchases. Three packs of beef jerky and two Gatorades along with the magazine get stuffed into my back pack. Not as easy as it sounds considering I'm also carrying two smoothies and trying to leave as fast as humanely possible.
I hate the mall and want to get out as quickly as I can; it's noisy and all the beauty stores with their scented everything give me a headache. Nothing I can do about it though, Booster Juice is a decent place to work while I'm in school.
Besides, he loves it when I bring him smoothies.
With a groan I get into the blue Civic that's waiting for me and barely have a sec
I don't want to fall in loveTonight I'll watch the starsI don't want to fall in love7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll think of where you are,
But I won't be bothered much.
You're gone and I'm not
But I won't waste away
No matter what you say, I won't break.
You thought you meant a lot,
Well baby you did.
But I can live without you
My life isn't about you
I don't need to fall in love.
When love leads to burning tears
And wasted years
I don't want to go through that.
When love goes to broken hearts
And growing apart
I don't want scars that can't mend.
The moon won't move tonight
It'll stay right by my side.
I think that's how it ought to be.
The blood runs cold in my veins,
My God, I've gone insane.
I shouldn't be missing you at all.
Because I don't need to fall in love.
When love leads to burning tears
And wasted years
I don't want to go through that.
When love goes to broken hearts
And growing apart
I don't want scars that can't mend.
Staring up at the night sky
I think about you and I
Are you thinking about us too?
The cold air blankets me
And my thoughts strangle me
Nourishment“So your dad isn’t really your dad?”Nourishment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I have no evidence either way. Therefore, it is unwise to make a conclusion.” I frown at the tip of my pencil. “How do you spell your name?”
“X-U-A-N.” He glances at my paper. “Are you… making a list?”
“I don’t know why you make it sound so insensible, but yes.” I write Xuan next to a bullet point and make another point.
Do I have another point? I hadn’t even finished my toffee before the man who is not my father approached me.
Well, that means the toffee is still in my lunchbox, and I can have two toffees for lunch tomorrow. I write that down.
“…Can I ask why you’re making a list?” He hesitates before everything he says. Will Xuan ever speak to me in a normal tone of voice? Not that I am a good judge of what is and is not normal.
I bite my lip. I want to avoid the question, but that isn’t rational because th
Feelings with no namesi.Feelings with no names2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message yet, let alone formulated time to write a reply, but you still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by and rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from Grandma Moses.
The noise of a faraway car driving late at night, or perhaps early in the morning, in that sleepy place somewhere between consciousness and dreaming where everything is warm and vaguely fuzzy. The remote sound of tires on asphalt speaks to a sense of curiosity – where are they going? Why so early? – but the blankets are so heavy, your eyes are so heavy, and before you can wonder anymore, the car is long gone and you are long gone, carving out a hollow place to rest in just a few hours more.
A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that y
Letter to a fatherDear Father,Letter to a father3 years ago in Letters More Like This
As I sit in a room two continents away, surrounded by clothes and books and pretty things, all bought with money provided by you, five years into a degree funded by you, I type away this letter.
Dear Father, two days ago you laughed when I excitedly showed you a photo of a thirty-five-bedroom castle and said that one day I will buy it, and you told me that at my age you had stopped having those grandiose dreams. Let me tell you a different story. Nineteen years ago, you pulled a drawer out of your wardrobe, to reveal a drawer behind it, and within this drawer was a single item: an old, ornate, large iron key. You told me it was the key to the gates of your Castle in Spain. Only years later did I learn that in French, "castle in Spain" means castle in the air.
Thanks to a man who never stopped dreaming... but who put his dreams aside to help his daughter make hers come true, today, I can dream.
Dear Father, when they ask me if I have a role model, I name you. You may be gru
Cherished DreamsSometimes, when you dream, what type of rides do you go on?Cherished Dreams6 years ago in Other More Like This
Do they thrill you? Excite you?
Make you shake with fear?
Force you to look away?
Sigh romantically as you continue on the journey?
I wish I knew, what kind of rides you go on.
I'll bet they would sweep me off my feet, just like they did to you.
I have too few dreams worth writing about.
It's a shame, for I enjoy writing.
And too many stories to write about.
So enjoy your dreams, and cherish them as well.
a ribcage drenched in dusti have your ribcage, you said.a ribcage drenched in dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what should i put in it?
i told you i'd always wanted a fire,
the kind that would fill my eyes with starlight
and pump my blood full of passion, but
you're made of wildflowers, you said.
a fire would burn you to ash.
you wanted to fill my chest with
the sound of a train, whistling
far away in the night;
with the sound of rain smacking leaves;
with the sound the wind makes
when it seems like it's trying to speak
and you wanted to throw in the
smell of midnight in august
and the feeling of sand being
sucked out from under your feet
when the ocean inhales,
and the strange little moment of
bittersweet joy you get when
someone else puts your soul into words
and you realize you're not as alone as you thought.
i told you that if i had all that inside me,
i'd ache all the time
and you smiled a sad little smile,
because you already knew that ache.
because you were a writer, and you ached all the time.
i've got it, i said.
Another Romantic TaleCan I just tell you something? Please dont get insulted or take this the wrong way or anything. You promise? Never mind. Ill just tell you straight out. I . I think youre cute. There I said it! She turned away, not wanting to see his expression.Another Romantic Tale5 years ago in Teen More Like This
Being shy, once he heard her call him cute, he broke out in a blush and buried his head against her to hide it from her sight. What .? Why do you blush? I didnt know you blushed. I thought you were too handsome, too cute to blush. He blushes even more as he cuddles close to her waist like a little kid. She brought her hands under his chin and raised his head so their eyes met. Why do you blush? Have I hurt you or something? He grabbed and kissed her hands, but didnt say a word. She brought his hands to her cheek and rubbed his hand up and down her cheek. Please tell me. He could only gaze back at her shyly as his fac
The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was goneThe Little Girl Blinked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
On The InsideOn The Inside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I greet you every morning with a smile.
Hiding what I am truly feeling on the inside.
But these thoughts in my head show how I truly feel,
About this life that has treated me so coldly.
I have tried to change.
Tried to stop crying.
Tried to stop overthinking.
But my will is gone.
You see me smile daily.
You see me happy everyday.
But on the inside I am dying.
Sick of this life I have been given.
On the outside....I am perfectly normal
But on the inside....
my soul is dead.
Touch and be touchedMy prayer to God is that I will make a difference.Touch and be touched5 years ago in Open More Like This
Touch someone, just like someone touched me.
I have thought hard about this.
It's one of my greatest wishes to touch someone.
Make them feel special.
Loved. Cared for. Make them feel needed. Wanted.
Sometimes special, not just special people, REALLY special people touch me.
Make me happy for just being me.
For all my failures, sins, and bad habits.
It's unfortunate that those people are so few in the world.
Fortunately, I have met some of those few people. And, man, am I ever glad I got to talk to them.
They might have changed my life forever because of them just talking to me. Or just listen to me.
It's incredibly hard to find someone to listen to every word you say.
So I want to touch, just like someone touched me.
Pain beyond ImaginationShe was beaten, torn in two.Pain beyond Imagination5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All she wanted was to die.
After all she had gone through, was she to suffer more?
All the colors of the world fade to nothingness.
She had lost the will to live.
Can someone help her?
From this fate which she could have never imagined?
My White RoseMy White Rose4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Without you, I feel so cold.
Without you, I can't live,
Without you, I have no soul.
Be by me, and never leave.
Be there for me, don't let me go.
Let's make a blanket, which we can weave,
To keep us together, you and me.
Your warmth makes my heart beat.
It keeps me happy and alive.
If I were to lose you, I would die.
Let's make a promise, to stay as one.
Never leave, never stray.
We will find one another if we lose sight.
Let the Star guide us. Follow the Light.
Take this white rose, and never forget.
The time we spend together, will be our key.
To staying together and we'll never leave.
I'll be happy, here with you. And you with me.
Feeling Love and SorrowLove.Feeling Love and Sorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is only so much you can say when someone else is going through either one of them.
But you can always feel.
Even if words are lost amongst feeling,
you just know, you just feel.
Always thundering, crashing against your very soul.
And you want to hide, run, anything to avoid it.
But it's impossible to hide from the reminders of what you're feeling.
Pain, love, anything.
Because just because you can't.
There is always some way, something, that reminds you of the things which you hope, wish, beg not to be reminded of.
And knowing that it's basically impossible to avoid makes it all the worse.
the 'd' wordwhen i was seven years old, my mother, tear-streaksthe 'd' word1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drying on her cheeks, fingered her wedding band
and told me, “love hurts, sweetie,
that’s how you know it’s a good love.”
two days later, my father came back home.
he was missing his wedding ring
and when he left again,
he left a handprint on my mother’s cheek
that she carried with her even after the bruise was gone.
i grew up without a father influence in my mother’s world
and without a mother influence in my dad’s.
neither of them got remarried.
they had found each other and that was enough.
they had found each other and that was too much.
i grew up a thin string attaching one man and one woman
together in a way arguments and resentment could never snap.
they met in restaurant parking lots and in the bleachers
of my soccer games the way soldiers meet on battle fields,
trading me across the asphalt and steel like a
deadly weapon, a bullet hurdled back and forth.
he took me out to ball games b
Dancing Dream She spun, twisted, turned and danced.Dancing Dream6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was just a flash, a spin of purple, that was the main color.
A spin of purple, black, and silver.
As she danced, the music got faster and her dancing got more complex.
He stood gawking, staring, gazing, adoring at the same time.
Her grace, poise, hair, you name it, he thought highly of it.
Was it possible..... had he found the perfect partner?
He could tell she was completely focused, and loved dancing as much as he did. Perhaps even more so.
After a while, as she spun past him, unaware, he seized the opportunity and sprung into the dance with her.
She looked shocked, but made no move to pull away.
When the song ended, he pulled her close and as his lips were about to brush hers.... She woke and realized that it was but a dream.
"The best dancing dream ever." she whispered to the darkness as she fell asleep again.
Wishing on Stars When I wish upon a star,Wishing on Stars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is where you are.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."Every Angel Deserves a Child2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an thirteen year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during
a lie that tells the truthplease don’t write me as a ghost girl,a lie that tells the truth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all blurry lines and faded features
that caricature themselves into the minds
of those that think they see me--
i am not a canvas.
my life is not a blank sheet for you
to paint your vision across,
and i have no wires in my bones--
you cannot pose me so i’ll catch the light
like a kaleidoscope of clever quirks
and tragic backstories;
i am written in the words i discard
when i write bad poetry at 3am, and if you look,
you can find me echoed back to you
in my all time top five favorite movies.
i am the way my hands hurt
when i get nervous;
i am the urge to speak italian,
even though after a year of classes, i can barely
i am the calmness that hits
when i smell cigarettes, even though
i’ve never smoked,
and i am the grudges that have lingered
because i forget to let things go,
and i am the passive-aggressive comments
that i should be sorry for, but
never really am.
if you want, you can trace your pen along
The Starcatcher's StoryThe Starcatcher's Story4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Pedro Oliveira
"I feel them all around me
As if they're looking for me
I'm sure they're protecting me
You're all so close to me
And don't you never ever leave me!"
Every night before I fall asleep
I look out of my window and always see
A shadow sitting in the moon
With a fishing rod and wizard hat
I swear he is catching the stars
Why would someone do that?
Hey, you with the the fishing rod and wizard hat!
Tell me what are those stars you're looking at!
"They are wishes and dreams
They are hopes and fears
From the children, who before going to sleep
Look at the sky and make a wish
Hoping that tomorrow
Won't be full of sorrow."
Hey, you who sits on the moon!
Why are you catching
6 Venganza y Sorpresa6 Venganza y Sorpresa4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Todavía me parecía increíble el habérselo permitido al final. Richard estaba detrás de mí, sentía sus piernas cruzadas contra la parte baja de mi espalada. Él seguía masajeándome la espalda y estaba seguro de que él lo hacía simplemente como gesto de amistad pero yo ya no sabía qué pensar A la mierda, me sentía tan bien que ni siquiera volví a ver el motivo por el que debía detenerlo.
Comenzó a presionar sus nudillos en mis hombros ni idea de dónde aprendió a hacerlo así de bien. Luego, movió sus manos suavemente a lo largo de la espalda, entre los omóplatos. Me incliné hacia delante, reprimiendo cualquier sonido que pudiera amenazar con salir de mi boca. Procuré simplemente quedarme en blanco y dejarlo continuar. Podía sentir que toda la tensión anterior o el dolor iban desapareciendo pero también empecé a sentir otra
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.How To Write Yaoi5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPTIONZ1111!! You're either top. Or bottom. Period. The end. No exceptions. That's how all relationships work. And if you're relationship isn't like that, then there's probably something wrong with you. Or you're a woman. Then there's definitely something w
The Tickle Questioning"Where do you think you're going, Taika?" Faolan whispered as he covered her mouth with a drug-damp cloth.The Tickle Questioning5 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Huh?" She questioned as she fell to the ground.
"I could've sworn she was better than that. Oh, well. At least she didn't cover me with scars like last time."
When Taika opened her eyes, she realized that her imagination was not messing with her. She truly was bound and in a boring drab tickli-------- TICKLING?!?!?!? AUGH!!! "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?!?!?!? LET ME GO!!"
Faloan came out of the darkness and smirked as he realized how much fun he was going to have.