In DecemberHey,In December5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
girl with the almost blond hair and the deep gray eyes that only sparkle blue in July. It's December and it's cold and close to everything sucks. I guess that makes sense because December and depression both start with the letter D, and they're both pretty damn annoying.
But girl, if I keep rambling on about it all I'm going to cause things to down slide just a little more and January will take a little longer to get here.
Anyway, it's December and you're freezing inside your own skin because mother dearest promised a new home, and a new room, and a place to rest your head. Well, I'm guessing she didn't know that everything in your world is "almost" or "close" or "soon". Next week, always means six months and tomorrow always means next week. Sometimes you want mother dearest to get the hell away from the damn herbs and start picking up on her kids' habits. December wouldn't be so cold on your heart if there was so
education is for foolsListen to someone else for a change. Stop being so selfish. So they pulled the cord too soon and we're making way for a crash landing, but how many times do I have to tell you to stop worrying about what's gonna happen later, and start thinking about right now? Maybe you'll land with your face in the dirt or maybe you'll land, arms out, feet first, and headstrong like all the rest. If you keep trying to fix what isn't broken, you're going to end up with more bruises than you bargained.education is for fools4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well hey, you've always looked pretty with scars. Pay attention here though.
Sometimes we don't always need constant reminders of who we are. Because we change each day, and I know I'm just shoving fucked up words to make you feel alive that you won't even remember tomorrow morning, but hear me out for just one second. Your body is breaking down and you're just drowning in your own attempt to breathe. Calm down. You've got one more month to go.
Did you ever think that maybe he is suffering too? Not every
a boy i used to knowlanky with long dark hair; i thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world and even though he denied it, i knew he was just being modest. sometimes i would let him stick his hands up my shirt and touch my ribs. he'd slide his long fingers up and down each one, reminding me of how thin i am. i often forget.a boy i used to know5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i liked it when he touched me, but that was short lived and it was already too late to tell him to stop. it was like he didn't understand the meaning of the word "no" but i could forgive it because the mistakes he made were so honest.
"what would you do if i died?" he asked.
"i would be sad," was all i said and he looked disappointed.
today his hair is short and his eyes show a change. today i realized that he is the type of boy that all the teenage girls write about and it makes me feel pathetic in more ways than one.
he's been my inspiration for too long and it's time for me to move on because he's gone.
he's been gone for a long time.
Pretty As A PictureRemember when I mattered? When you mattered? (Truth is, you still do and always will matter to me) When we mattered?Pretty As A Picture4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now I pick away at my brain matter hoping all the memories will scatter like the ashes of a dying fire.
This isn't the 4th of July and we aren't roasting marshmallows or counting the stars in the sky but I'll take a cigarette to hold off sleep for a little longer.
I would rather flood my bloodstream with nicotine than the thick smoke at the campground and I'm afraid to find you in my dreams once again, because it's starting to take a hold of me and I'm starting to lose hold of reality.
I wanted to read a good book but decided to write one instead and I'm desperately looking for a publisher but who wants to print a story where the words have no meaning?
I'm just a bunch of random thoughts that never fit together like a puzzle missing a few pieces and my lungs are starting to collapse and I'm worried my internal organs are going to fall into a recession.
The numbers don't
Montana, you are so beautifuli never said i'd save you.Montana, you are so beautiful5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i swore i love you's and promised you fresh kisses with every departure.
i swore i would be there, wherever there was. swore i'd care for you
and miss you when you were too far but i never said i'd save you.
you were standing on the edge, with a lit cigarette and an empty head.
you were looking at me and i was looking through you. fifteen floors high,
fifteen years since i first met you and you were standing on the edge.
i was looking right through you, right to the other side.
to the sky, to the melting horizon, to the world you once loved.
i was looking into what you once saw and you swore,
you swore you wouldn't need me to.
We're All Dreamersi.We're All Dreamers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her wings used to flutter until they ripped her from the sky and bound her in chains. An underwater cave is now her home and the only memories she has of flying high are the images she painfully etches onto the walls. The jellyfish mock her with their tentacles and their ability to seamlessly float through the waters and all she can do is fight to break free until the water fills her lungs and causes her to blackout. She's hoping the lights come on soon and that this is all a dream because the marks on her ankles are becoming permanent and any signs she was ever anything different are fading quicker than the high tide.
"You need to stop dreaming about the impossible. It's called the impossible for a reason."
She was 7 and she wanted to be a fairy when she grew up, but they told her she needed to stop being ridiculous and quit dreaming. They took away her coloring books and sold her Peter Pan tape because she had grown much too fond of Tinker Bell and was becoming detached from r
Alarm the AlarmIf I'm ordinary then honeyAlarm the Alarm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
show me what's extra,
and push back those tears. If
crying is all you've got left,
then I'm ready to cancel my
I've done about all that I
am capable of and
darling the effort just doesn't
If I'm normal then honey
show me the ab,
'cause I'm fed up
with not being up to par
and if I'm not the man you expected
and let me know
I'm not your type and
baby I know it
'cause I've got a bad
case of the shakes,
I barely take care of
myself so how
do you expect
me to take
care of you
Forget all the nonsense
let's just try and be
if being is all we can do
then we'll let it be
and hope for the best
as we part ways
and know that in
we gave it our all
if our all wasn't
then at least it
was fun while
and if it's not
meant to last
then I'll say goodbye.
Words on A CanvasHe's not letting a moment go without notice and he's learning to trust his self, rather than living his life based on how everyone else thinks he should. She showed him how to be free and he's been living on a whim ever since. He even claims that one day he will take to the sky and conquer that which is flight, but until then he's perfectly fine walking the streets hand in hand with her.Words on A Canvas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's stubborn as can be and so is he but for some reason it works and why try and fix something that was never broken in the first place? She has this smile that whispers to him that no matter how bad things may get, everything will be fine. There's always light at the end of the darkness and she's quickly becoming the flame to his candle.
He's never felt more vulnerable in his life than he does with her, but this time he doesn't mind that she forces him to break outside of his comfort zone because he knows she likes him, terrible flaws and all. She once told him that she never wanted to lose him and
fractured bonesI wish I could be beautiful instead of this fucked up mess that was left on the floor, no wait, left on the bed, only seconds before I was all taken care of. But hey, that's life, right?fractured bones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It'll be a Monday morning when I wake up. Because Mondays are the days we have breaks without knowing it and the beginning of every thing. Mondays cause a lot of pain and betrayal, leaving fingerprints on popped wrists and broken eyelashes. The candles, they sway and then burn out leaving a hole in my stubborn wrist.
I'm beginning to hate this wristband.
I don't think I know what exactly is going on here. Laughter took the place of every aching bone in my body but I forgot that the musical sound only leaves me shaking in this place, which is a lot like shivering cept I'm burning in my own two charcoal converse. The ones that have the wear and tear and have writing across their walls, singing 'I miss you', 'I love you', and goodbyes that weren't rea
I don't seem to have the willOne day he woke up. And everything they had was gone. Torn to shreds, burned to crisp, and the notes were left to dust in the bookcase.I don't seem to have the will4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one looks at the bookcase anymore.
This honesty, this cheer, this fucking laughter, is nothing but a hoax. Things would have gone a little farther if you weren't so dramatic. The description that blonds have more fun, well that's damn straight. Fuck that. Months have passed, days are coming, and the story is still unwritten.
I loved that sky, you know that. But there was never a kept rhythm with it. It was either raining, or bright in the eyes. Like a damn roller coaster. I've never been on a roller coaster and I sure as hell don't want to now.
It's getting harder each day to look the sun in the eyes.
Dearest darling, whoever is closest to hearing. What are we going to do with ourselves now?
So, you've done your pouting, and I've done my crying and they've all struck us with lightening. I'd rather stick around in the rain than run towards shel
I Failed Biology Oncei.I Failed Biology Once4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm like a pebble being skipped across the water, a small child having a brush with the unreal. My sanity is as transparent as these words that no longer make sense and I fear I'm going to lose my balance and fall off this tightrope soon. My only hope is the jaws of a lion aren't waiting below because I've yet to tame death and I can feel it consuming my shadow and prickling my skin with goose bumps.
They used to tell me I should join a circus one day but I preferred to eat animal crackers and sip on apple juice instead. There are a thousand, no a thousand and three miles separating my lungs and their deprecation of oxygen as they've filed a formal protest, suing me for negligence because of the one time I thought it would be cool to inhale cigarette smoke. I choked it right back up and my throat was sore for weeks, like the time I went scuba diving.
I was stung by a jellyfish and let out a girlish scream only to have ocean water jet down my throat. The salt clung to my eso
not beautiful on the insidedear boy:not beautiful on the inside6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why do you keep running away? when i see you i want to scream your name in a pitch higher than the tide pulls, but even if i did you wouldnt turn around.
did you know that its bad luck to make wishes on shooting stars?
did you know that fucking is just physics? so dont be jealous.
did you know that
did you know,
did you know,
did you know?
im high right now and
honest-to-god im not okay.
policemen are patrolling libraries when they should be outside your house getting ready for whats going to happen. i can tell that expression on your face means nothing but bad.
im afraid that flesh on flesh will turn into pen on paper and just be a part of the past,
another suicidal poets piece
one that will make people want to cry,
one that will make you want to cry because
it would be the proof left behind, saying that you couldnt fix me
but did you ever stop to think that maybe i didn
She never made it homeThere's something very fascinating about the change of wind. It doesn't brush up against her cheeks in an attempt to knock her to the cold cracked pavement, it's instead lingering around her frame and giving her a reason to push forward. All she wants is to be alone.She never made it home5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights stack up, repeatedly blinding her from the two feet that cross paths, make a path for her. The funny thing, for a situation like this where running for such a long time kills her, she feels like it's almost worth bursting her lungs. It's almost worth it if it means never looking back and never giving in.
The streetlights are lining up and lighting the way for her but all they really do is cause shadows and she's more afraid of admitting that she's frightened than she is frightened at all. Up, ahead she sees the flashing of the police come to drag her where nightmares never end and sleep is always impossible. She can't go back, she just
Mock The KidsMock the KidsMock The Kids4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People in control!
Beat them up!
Show them no mercy.
They don't deserve it.
Pain they must endure it all day long.
No one should show them kindness.
They are here to suffer.
Bind them in chains of depression.
Drain their lives and leave them empty.
No life and now soul.
Only an empty shell!
A tool without emotions!
A tool for war!
They are our weapons of destruction.
Use them how you wish.
Torture them and hurt them as much as you want.
When they get ill let them suffer from it.
Lock them in the dark room of shadows.
At night rape them and leave no hope in their heart.
Their tears will be our water.
Their pain will be our strength.
Their demise will be our redemption.
Our power will be their death.
Our wills will be their rules.
Our lives will be their graves.
They have only one purpose and that is to die.
They do not deserve kindness and love.
Hate them and mock them.
The light of the day will never reach them.
Only the dark of the night will shine upon their burn souls.
Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his armsSame Heart, Different Chest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.