we don't sound like a whisper.The sun never sets over the water, but you still take me there whenever dusk comes to meet the horizon. We sit out on the rocks with me tucked tight against your chest, while you count stars like other people count blessings, but we're only half lucky with all these city lights ruining your chances. I know you're tired, love, but I'm terrified. I'm running out of ways to stop myself from telling you I miss you because twenty four hours isn't a long time to be separated and I'm really just more afraid of what you're doing when I'm not there -- and of what you're thinking when I am. I've been burnt enough times before to learn that loving with only half your heart will save you from the fire, but I know that's not what I'm doing here. I don't want you to be a mistake worth making. I want this to be real this time.we don't sound like a whisper.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I keep playing out all the ways you could hurt me in my head, not because I think you will, but because it'll sting less if it actually happens. I've learned to prepare myself
these are the last things i'll say before i'm goneIf I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.You were never meant for me.this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I knew it in the most obvious manner. It was in the way you had a subtle sort of comfort in your own skin a quiet and humble confidence while I struggled to make sense of the prints on my fingertips and the way one of my eyes crinkled in the corner more than the other when I smiled. You felt safe with yourself while I was always warring with my own reflection. Half the time, I didn't know who I was. A quarter of the time, I still don't. You would call this progress if you were here to see, but I just call it sad.
When you miss something for long enough, you start to forget the exact way that things happened. Or the exact way they happened to fall apart. For instance, I don't remember the first time you didn't call, but I do remember when you told me you loved me but not enough. It's never enough, is it? The point is you were gone before I could even say goodbye. You were gone before you were ever really here, but somehow I let myself bu
i'm contradictory at best.i wonder what it's like to look into your face and not want to spill every secret i've ever had. i want to be startlingly indifferent. i want to say i don't care and mean it. i want to be reckless in more than that jaywalking every morning on my way to work sort of way. i want to say something that will completely change the course of everything forever. i want to be the sort of thing people need to invent a new word for, because "cataclysmic" won't cover what a disaster i am.i'm contradictory at best.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i want to be someone new.
i worry about why the air always tastes several degrees colder than your skin. i know there's a correlation that i haven't figured out yet, but my mind doesn't work fast enough to make the connections anymore. i worry that all the synapses are breaking apart and my brain is shutting down. i worry that i'm dying in slow motion from the inside out so no one can even tell. not that anyone would care, but i worry about the most absurd of things. and then i worry that i don't worry enough abo
second chances don't fit here.i never feel coldersecond chances don't fit here.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than when i'm talking to you.
i don't know what this says about us.
but i know that i worry about the way
you complicate something as simple as
the beating of my heart. i don't think
i love you. not yet. not since. not
ever but maybe that's just the strong
sense of denial i've built up in the
past few months. i don't think i'll be
okay. not now. not really. not quite.
maybe you were good for me once
but you're no good for me now.
i often wonder what would happen if i
stopped speaking for awhile since all
my words ever do is make a mess out of
things that should be easy. the thing is
that when i'm happy i let myself write
a better story than what i have. i get
carried away and i make believe myself
to be a more lovable character than i'll
ever be. but this isn't fiction and the
fact is sometimes all we get is one
perfect moment. my moment was you.
but darling, when it's over, it's over.
there are no chances left. not anymore.
i don't really think i'm hopeless even
InfatuationI'm a slave to my own infatuationInfatuation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Choking from exhaustion
Drowning in the thoughts of you
Living in every moment I spend with you
Falling down grape vines
Wasting all my time
On a love I know will never be true
Corpse FlowersOn the corpses of those who foughtCorpse Flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are flowers seeding over the rot
Blooming in victorious fashion
On the blighted ground
Reigniting passion where none should be.
Greasing rusted gears with blood,
So that the clock's hands still spin,
Taking the eyes away from where they should have been
The affair is stamped V for victory,
Then filed away
NextI sat by her side for days, all the while keeping her hand clasped in mine. I brought my wife a balloon for every day she spent in that hospital, yellows and reds and purples tied to the end of her bed. The only color I didn't blow up was green, a color she couldn't stand.Next4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Each balloon was tied up to the end of the bed, around the metal bar. So many accumulated that it looked as if there would be enough to lift her up and float away home.
"Charlie, you need to stop bringing me balloons," She said one day and laughed, then coughed. I ran my thumb over her hand and smiled that smile people plaster on their faces when they wish they had something to smile about.
I never did stop bringing her balloons, though. We had met that way, after all. Back when I was twenty one, her nineteen, and I spotted her in the park from the bench I always sat at. She carried in her hand a bright red balloon, a flower the same color tucked behind her ear. I remember the way her smile made me look twice, even f
Fight ItHold my lips and bite my tongue,Fight It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the words I want to say have gone.
Muffle my screams and fight my tears,
My cries are too much for your delicate ears.
Please tell my why I am so
To tell you what you need to know,
What I am yearning to say.
Take my thoughts and hide them away,
So they cannot escape, at least not today.
I silence my voice, it can shout in my head,
But the words will never come out,
They'll stay with me until I am dead.
i only have nonsense.the tip of my tongue has never tasted a tragedy quite like you.i only have nonsense.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
by now, i should know better than to do these things. but i don't.
so i will. the only sense of right and wrong i have anymore is
trapped between the edge of my teeth and the curve of your lips
and i'm losing it. fast.
not all of us spark when we kiss, but you've started the fire that's
raging down my spinal column and through my heart. i'm burning and
it hurts everywhere. i still can't bring myself to mind because at
least this way, i still get to feel something.
last night i promised myself that i would never say another word i didn't mean.
so hopefully, the next time i say i'm not in love i'll mean it. because
i can't take another minute of watching you fade in and out of my life
when i'm just ashes on your fingertips.
i remember when i wanted you to completely destroy me and then put me
back together, but you only ever got halfway there. my heart still skips
beats even after it's been burned and i still fall asleep alo
gravitational collapseI remember being seven years old, sitting at our scratched kitchen table and being able to see the moon through the reflective glass of the window over the sink. And I remember being terrified, because here I was sitting in same place and already the whole world had shifted and moved and rotated and spun and tilted and hurled through space at a rate so quick I could never comprehend it. To me, this was the sort of mystery you didn't try to solve.gravitational collapse3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember being curled up against the solid frame of your body with your right hand claimed in between both of mine. Our pale skin blending together as I traced constellations on your palms. You later told me that you thought it was because I loved the stars more than anything closer to home. But I tried to explain that an ever expanding universe scared me because I couldn't figure out where exactly it was spilling into, and how it most certainly seemed to be making a whole lot of something out of nothing, so instead I started making my own s
The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
The Drink"No one likes drinking or dying alone."The Drink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He tells me, gesturing me over to sit beside him,
his eyes are bloodshot, looking like strange marbles,
"Screw my liver, Screw my blood pressure,
Screw my heart,"
He lights a cigarette,inhales, exhales,
"and screw my lungs too."
is the smoke that pushes and swirls from his
"Was it a woman?
Her lips and hair and eyes,
you're trying to drown in rum and gin?
To be honest,
I've loved and lost a thousand times,
but I think I'm better for it."
He decays as he sits, festering inside.
I decay beside him,
One more drink, one more drink,
to make us believe again.
One more drink to make us sing again.
I feel him expire,
I hear him go.
His gin-soaked heart giving out,
in the bar,
in the city,
Ten minutes before last call.
we have the softest heartbeatsi don't know what it means when you saywe have the softest heartbeats3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheets. it won't make
you feel the same. and there isn't an idea complex
enough to make you stumble into love, because
to figure out that the world is so much more than
black and white would be admitting you've been
wrong all along.
we're not the people we once were, but maybe our
expectations are far too high.
The Sky Child Rain. Is clear. Is moist, is all perceiving, all absorbing. I am standing in the rain, rain is soaking me through, soaking every inch of my skin. In my shoes it is slushing. Between the toes. Mixing with the lint. Churning a past. I have a lot of lint. I didn't empty my socks this morning. There wasn't any time. Only time enough to throw them out and run into the rain. I wait for the thunder. It doesn't come. I wait longer. I might have even waited longer.The Sky Child4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slowly I began to run. My shoes are pasted in the lint mortar. They are heavy on my feet. I try to run faster. It is not fast enough. The winds whirl around me. I want to go with them. I untie the laces. I keep untying them. There are many laces, and I had laced them all.
I step out of the cement blocks. I step into the air. I am no longer held. I hold myself.
The air is crisp, and full of moisture. The winds whip m
In Oz: The Hidden PlaceIn Oz: The Hidden Place3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In Oz: The Hidden Place
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
Could there be a place where we can be safe from harm? Maybe this place could be your hidden place, and I love the concept of your photo. Reaching the shore now we're leaving the woods behind, and it's just wonderful to play in the sand near the water. On the beach Pan created a mirror for the sky to watch its own beauty, and the fawns in the woods are guiding and sheltering us. Here's the place we ever wanted, here's the place we never want to leave.
But look! There's a rocket in the sky.
One Summer Nightone night,One Summer Night8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i got to thinking,
all about you and me.
i finally realized,
how stupid i could be.
while i was thinking,
i looked you in the eyes.
was then i realized,
you were a mess of lies.
i got to thinking,
all about you and me.
i finally realized,
why we weren't meant to be.
Abstract RealitiesAbstract Realities3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Milky light spills in through the gossamer curtains, or what's left of them. The window that displays them allows the dull light to shine through, if one would even want to grace it with the compliment of 'shine.' The walls are or were covered with plain flowered wallpaper a battle long lost to moths and time, the remains either grown into the wall or peeled off. The only furniture is a single cradle constructed of deep brown wood now a lighter less rich colour as it had been. The sheets that had once possibly held a child are too moth eaten with tiny holes and stains as their only decorations.
I stare at the ceiling, not quite sure what to do with myself. After all, I don't do this often, wake up in a place I've never seen but somehow know. Sighing, I sit upright rubbing a hand on my head hoping to jog a memory or two. No such luck, everything almost as clean as a slate besides the essentials of language and common knowledge of the world. Glancing around I see no door, just that windo
A Cage of ThornsYou deserve so much moreA Cage of Thorns3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than what I can give.
I'm dangerous to love
I can't give you my heart.
If you saw it
Along with my heart
You'd have to take the Thorns.
Whats been leftover from
Roses that died long ago.
My Thorns are hidden
you can't see them
you can't avoid t
dreamland.time does not seem to pass here.dreamland.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
time never passes in dreams, she told you once. and shes right.
but you wish time would pass here, because maybe that would make this real. because his skin is soft as dust and just as fragile on yours. because hes kissing you like he may never see you again - and in all honesty, he probably wont.
and you wish you didnt have to wake up.
youre sobbing now, betrayal like a weight too heavy to lift; your heart like a twig that got snapped.
alone in your room, face masked by shadows, you remember what she told you the last time.
all diamonds are made from pressure; pressure and heat. so maybe this is making you into a beautiful diamond.
and you remember wanting to say:
but what if the pressure only makes this piece of coal into dust?
but you didnt, because the promises emanating from her lips about better times soon to come were too beautiful to taint. they reminded you
Alternative LightIt's starting to Snow and I'mAlternative Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
starting to Wonder
If maybe I should walk Home
before the sun starts to Rise, because
Every teenager Knows that
the rising Sun brings with it
The Real world and all Life's
The stars do Burn brightest
after the Sun goes down.
Moving OnWhy don't I want to leave, yet I do?Moving On8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it because I won't see you?
Will I miss this okay place?
Or will I miss your smiling face?
Will I miss the people here?
Or is it you I hold so dear?
Will I miss the past behind?
Or is it you stuck in my mind?
Will I miss the sky so blue?
Or dear friend will I miss you?
dreamland spill your secrets on the carpet,dreamland5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hang your heart up to rest,
lay your worries down.
come and dream with me
where we shine brighter than stars,
and darker than night.
where neither of us
have to think, or feel- I can't feel anything anyway.
escape the hell in your head,
throw it all back where it came from.
don't make it go away.
we'd be invicible, you and I.
just watch as the clock flies.