The words I cannot tell you"Open your heart", you sayThe words I cannot tell you5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Well did you know, beautiful, that we can only see a portion of the whole spectrum of light?
There are infrared rays, defending my inner ugliness.
Once upon a time I would have called them prison and I would have realized how they only make it impossible for us to really understand, really be in, each other.
Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales.
There are gamma radiations, feeding this cancer.
I wish I could utter them, the words I cannot tell you. I wish there was a chemotherapy I could undergo, I wish there was a rehabilitation capable of teaching me again that if I give my true self to you
I wish, but I am no Genie; only a disappointed Aladdin.
There are ultraviolet anchors, sinking my bravery.
I used to be attracted by you with the intensity of gravity, 9.81 m/s2 and growing. I used to think that I'd never be able to stop Newtons from getting me nearer to you.
I used to know how this law of phys
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. An universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
For the Sake of an Angel“One can tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”For the Sake of an Angel3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He’s an angel. He doesn't even know it, but he is.
When I was young, I was told that all people are assigned a guardian angel at birth to look out for them, to keep them out of danger. As I got older, I stopped believing in angels. I realized that there was no one watching my back but me. In the end we’re all alone and there’s no one coming to save you.
But then…There was. There was a voice in my ear guiding me, and there were supporting arms to lean into when I thought the end had come for me. There were sparkling eyes and tiny smiles and Sencha green tea and something to look forward to every day. He had lifted me out of the darkest depths of my persona
I can'tI can't wait to turn on my music,I can't2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Letting the rhythm flow all over me,
The melodies I sing along to every time,
Songs of anthem, dance, and meaning,
A thing I love to listen to.
Harvesting Stars and building Castles.We harvest the stars from the skyHarvesting Stars and building Castles.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hide them in our pockets
Cage them within jars of glass
Like fireflies on a midsummer eve.
We build castles of sand and air
Devastated as the tide reclaims them
Breathing deeply in quiet sobs
As the sand runs through our fingertips.
We long and yearn for something
Never quite able to define what it is
Reaching for straws to keep above water
As the tide washes over us.
And the wind
in the sand.
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
The Moon's Curse 10"OHMIGOSH!!!" Alyssa squealed as she read from the journal, along with Haley, Angel, Eliana, and Allison who hovered over her reading the journal, while Matt and Damon waited for their turn.The Moon's Curse 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can you girls stop squealing already? That's the third time in five minutes!" Damon complained. Matt nodded and took out his ear plugs.
"What in the world are you guys squealing about?" Kellie said as she walked into the room, with a sly grin playing on her face.
"We just read like a cliffhanger in Emmaline's journal! It's so suspenseful I could like " Haley trailed off.
"Do a backflip!" "Eat a goat!" "Do a Dance!" "Explode!" The four girls replied to Haley's sentence, a little bit too imaginatively.
"WHAT ARE YOU READING?" Kellie managed to say above the others while Damon and Matt looked at each other and sighed.
"Mel sent us a journal that just happens to be Emily Kinney's great-great-great-great-great- ." Matt said as he was interrupted by Angel.
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Angel said, bo
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:I Like To Play With Skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
GrapefruitI hold a microcosm in this globe,Grapefruit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy on the palm of my hand,
full of regret and heat.
it is heft and heady smell,
the unexpected roundness discovered on the ground
after the season's first rain, a secret shielded
by shining leaves pulled open like wet, wide eyes.
The skin blushes with nervous goose-flesh,
fragrant as a summer promise.
It is the dark light behind your iris,
lemonade on the green porch,
hair stripped by the sun until it is soft and wild.
It holds the flesh of the hot season
tightly beneath its puckered skin
and I knock on the door of its fullness
with my teeth.
We are sharing this summer secret together,
in the gray plant nursery
where the mud sucks your shoes from your feet.
A stooped tree glances at us from the spot
where it burst through a fence,
speckled with moss.
HauntedI know that I'm a haunted girl, a tale so sad but true.Haunted1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haunted not by ghost or ghoul, sadly, but by you.
I see a dash of green and black, that shirt you like to wear,
Shining moment, oh so brief, it's almost like you're there.
I hear a laugh so much like yours, and I turn around.
My heart takes off, throbbing hard, at one mistaken sound.
Hair that wisps the way yours does, just a hint of curl,
But you're so very far away, the distance 'round the world.
A tricking eye and prankster heart, my mind just failing me,
And yet I cannot help to blink, or turn and hope and see.
I lift my head and see your face, I blink and then it's gone.
How can I be so very right and yet so very wrong?
You haunt my every footstep, I know that this is true,
And I can only hope and pray, that I am haunting you.
StormStorm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't much like this game we play
A game of trick and treat
Like a dog jumping up or playing dead
For just a bit of meat.
You hold the priceless feelings
Just above my head.
Impossible to reach,
With a heart that feels like lead.
I bend and contort my mind
In hopes I won't lose you next.
Every breathless moment
And every misread text.
Pretend for just a second
That I have disappeared.
You'll never see my face again,
Just as you have feared.
The feelings you seek from me,
You'll just have to seek some more
From other girls out there
They have those feelings in store.
Cuz a life waiting to get mine
For when you decide to give 'em
Isn't very fair or proper
For either of us to live in.
Just like it isn't right
For me to lead you on
Knowing I'll be leaving soon.
It's like living in a con.
But I can't help these feelings
As I struggle like never before.
And I whisper to myself, asking
Why do I want this more?
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
POI: HopeDefeated was the most appropriate word to describe the way Harold Finch was feeling right now. He’d failed to stop Samaritan from coming online, failed to save the people who’d been a part of Vigilance’s kangaroo court and failed to save the lives of his captors. Now he and his associates were on the run, trying to hide in plain sight from Samaritan’s eyes and ears, with no idea when they would ever see each other again. Or if they ever would.POI: Hope1 year ago in Drama More Like This
It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since they parted ways, but already Finch felt like he hadn’t seen his friends Reese, Shaw, Fusco and yes, even Root in years. And was starting to become more than he could take. Now it was just him and Bear, sitting at an outdoor café on the other side of the city, trying to adjust to their new identities and lives. However, Finch’s head was still reeling so bad from the whole ordeal that all he could do was sit there at that café while his tea go
Faces Of MineFaces Of Mine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faces Of Mine
A smile once so true
But it changed direction over time
I knew it was there because of you
But it was just belief based on a lie
Hope cannot be granted
And then stripped away
You have left my core tainted
With these wicked games that you play
May it be a lesson
Or turn it into fact and truth
Love won't be as important
As I use these scars as my proof
These eyes were once so hopeful
It was considered the rise after the fall
But my tears became unfaithful
As pain plunged out of my skull
No passion for the heart / No light for the dark
No love for the liars / No guilt for the betrayers
No truth for the corrupted / No solace for the hatred
No burden for the departed / No shame for the discarded
An innocent outlook on life
Once so pure and whole
But now it's twisted to survive
There is no caring anymore
Forced to adapt to cruelty
I injected ice into my
The Worth of a CoinI might have missed it--The Worth of a Coin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It happened so fast,
But I saw
Shining on the ground,
A solitary coin
I had places to go,
And was in a rush
As I scurried towards it
I saw someone else
He was wearing a suit--
Looking quite unsure
Should he stop?
Hesitantly at first
Then gaining speed
He bent down
And snatched it up
Am I a bad person?There are some things I don't like to talk aboutAm I a bad person?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to be reminded of all the time
Or to be forced by other people to face it
I usually think about telling them
I try to ignore those things
'Cause they bother me too much
It hurts too much to think about
But I never take that step
I'm afraid they will tell me I'm being selfish
But I'm not being selfish (or am I?)
I'm just not that strong
And allowing myself to think about those things will destroy me
Facing it and talking about it will break the only small part of me that is still whole
Into a thousand of pieces
And those pieces will never be glued back together
That makes me a bad person?
Even though that voice says it doesn't, I think it does
Fear Not thy SemicolonGrammar is a force to be reckoned with, armed with such mighty weapons as: , : ; ' " . and ?. In short: quite an impressive arsenal. Unfortunately, one mighty piece of punctuation has been sadly both abused and underused over the years. I am here writing this to attempt to rectify that!Fear Not thy Semicolon4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Here, let me show you
"As a child I used to jump off the roof of my house, it was all part of a fiendishly clever scheme to force my body to evolve wings and fly free around the world."
This sentence is incorrect. The comma alone isn't strong enough to hold a sentence together; I guess it hasn't spent enough time at the gym. A comma is only a breath or pause, not a transition. To put it simply, I have just violated the comma by using it in ways it should never be used and it may now require months of intensive therapy.
"As a child I used to jump off the roof of my house. It was all part of a fiendishly clever scheme to force my body to evolve wings and fly free around the world."
This is correct.
Haikus, October 2013Gentle deer's heartbeatHaikus, October 20132 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Flowerbuds 'twixt cloven hooves
Whisper, whisper, flight
Bunny's breath smells sweet
Oh nestle close, my darling
Downy fur and peace
All slow connections
Cannot display the webpage
Screaming at my screen
Too many people
Please, just one friend here
Nuzzles and laughter
Sweet, sparkling paternal tears
Pure, innocent love
Big arms full of warmth
Little girl leaps in with joy
Happy and loving
Scattering water droplets
Little silver shards
Tall hill full of grass
Isolated all around
So green and so blue
Thick square yellow cake
Covered with rich pink icing
Om nom nom nom nom!
Hugging your tummy
Oh, does that make you giggle?
Wheee, tickle tickle!
Blue and black night sky
With swirling constellations
So far, so endless
Wishing you were here
Too tired for anything else
Just want to hug you
Gentle Highland man
Wraps his bairn in tartan cloth
Too many gray shades
Please take me to a place where
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon