Pen's CallEvery stroke of the pen.Pen's Call4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Parts of me stick,
Forever trapped in ink.
Open for all to see.
At my weakest moment,
The siren call is heard,
The pen pulls me close,
Whispering for to reveal,
My deepest thought.
Write it for all to see,
The ticks that make up me.
Light in the DarknessThe streets were barren as the man moved silently through them, pulling his old coat to his shivering chest. Newly formed puddles were getting harder to avoid as the rain fell down around him and soon, his pant legs were soaked. The rain, however, wasn't the worse of his problems.Light in the Darkness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky was nearly black with clouds, making the shadows stretch out, giving new homes for the creatures to hide. The monsters that lingered there were an old race, ones who saw humans as nothing more than a next meal, or a new toy. The moment the sky grew dark, they were there, waiting to snatch their next victim. Everyone was supposed to pretend that this new future held some sort of harmony between them and the human race, but those who lived in the underbelly of the city knew better.
He let out a huff, his breath smoking out in the cold like his soul leaving his body. Sometimes he wondered what the point was to this useless existence he called a life. When he looked back on this night, h
Seemingly impossible requesti asked for one wordSeemingly impossible request4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
how was i suppossed to know
she would say /walrus/?!
DepressionI feel itDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorry
Mom Dad Ianmyself
Three Simple Words"I hate you! I hate everything you did! I wish I never met you!" she ranted.Three Simple Words4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He looked sadly at her. "I love you."
IsolationA lonely and distant cryIsolation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As fog rolls over soft waves
She's scared, isolated
On a rock in the middle of the ocean.
The solitude breaks her down
Onto her knees
Sea water sprays her face
It tastes as bitter and desolate as her tears
Dripping slowly into the water
Nothing could possibly end this loneliness
Not a fish, not a crab.
Only the cold, dark abyss welcomes her
It promises precious demise
But hope keeps her from giving in
Hope keeps her alive.
Fitting InLaughter at someone else's expense,Fitting In5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The flash of pain that is quickly hidden,
The crude feeling of revenge,
Where going your own way is forbidden.
We are supposed to feel confident,
To know that no one can bring us down,
But do we really feel these things?
Maybe it's just a big race, for the crown.
In the end we're all just like snakes.
Squeezing each other, tighter and tighter,
Until one of us snaps and becomes dinner.
In the end it all comes down to the best fighter.
Nothing is harder than trying to be known,
To be seen by those who count, who are seen.
We want it all, the fame and the glamour,
Do we want all these words that are obscene?
The tunnel seems to point in one direction,
But if you turn on the light, you'll see another way.
Where there is evil and spite, there is good and kind.
Life is not always unfair, come what may.
Meeting with the godsHer bare feet hit the forest floor, mud and dirt clinging to them as she sprinted through the woods. Tears were streaming down her face, her hair wildly flowing behind her as she ran. She was going to miss him! She had been waiting for this moment her whole life, a moment she hadn't told a soul about, and now that it was here, she was going to miss it.Meeting with the gods2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had found the clearing on accident, hidden away in the dense forests, tucked back away from a world that was becoming more and more crowded with people and technology. It was a sanctuary, only able to be found by those who knew where to look, or who stumbled there by chance, and didn't understand the meaning of the place. She was just a girl, in the only place in the forest that was clear enough where you could look up and see the blue sky. The light had hit the stones just right, and as she stood there, the gods had appeared. Owl faced creatures with grass-like hair, small, fat ones with moon colored skin, foxes with the eyes
Tell Me A StoryYou show me a story with your handsTell Me A Story7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch the shapes they form
You create me a story with a brush and paint
I see a morning sky is born
You write me a story with paper and ink
I read the words to feel cozy and warm
You tell me a story with the words you say
I listen to syllables transform
You play me a story with your instrument
I hear the melody changing as it floats out of the horn
You dance me a story with the way you move
I move with you feeling the scene you perform
you send me a story with your eyes
I see a story unfolding, a story well form.
Day of SilenceIn unbiased, unspecific terms, the Day of Silence is an opportunity to maintain a vigil that simultaneously reflects on lives cut tragically short and to serve as a reminder of the end result of hatred, prejudice, and indifference. If you are a progressive proponent, it is a day in honor of and reserved for the suffering of the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender communities of America a chance to proclaim a social and political message that the worth of a person is not determined by his or her sexual orientation, and that discrimination on such a merit is no better than racism or sexism. If your views are more orthodox, it is paradoxically an unacceptable acceptance of a deviant lifestyle, the promotion of an agenda that leads to the desecration of traditional family and community values.Day of Silence7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It would be a lie to say that my own view of the Day of Silence is itself unbiased. I am a quietly proud Christian and a proponent of the value of the family, but my experiences and times w
You'll never break meHit meYou'll never break me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Run AwayRun Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Do you remember Sally Ann? She ran away from home about a year ago, so it's okay if you don't. She was about three inches shorter than I am and had the biggest blue eyes and bright red hair that I still don't know for sure was her natural hair color. I mentioned her to you a few times when we were in the locker room but you may not remember. I was too shy to be open about it then, but none of it matters now, I guess.
Sally Ann didn't really run away from home. She did run away, and I guess she technically did leave home, but that's not all. Scottie, a couple weeks ago I found a letter in one of my text books just moments before I turned it back in. It was from Sally Ann and she wrote it the day before leaving. I thought it might be a letter explaining why she left. I know she left one for her parents but there weren't many details and her folks didn't disclose much more than there was a letter.
Scottie...she left me a suicide letter. She talked about how someone said she
The ActorWhat a wonderful actor I happen to beThe Actor7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can go through these motions
And that's the key
A routine, nothing new
No script, only props
And you don't even have a clue
The world is my stage
One big performance!
Though, maybe more like... a cage.
Simply playing my part,
No choice, no payment.
Where is the art?
No mistakes, no flaws
Or there could be a consequence;
Perfection without applause.
I'll play this part,
From call to close.
No longer is it about the art
I'll do this job, and I'll do it right
No longer a reason to put up a fight.
A War of WordsCategory: FanfictionA War of Words4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Summary: It's the 1830s. America and England have a lot of not nice things to say to each other. Historical nonsense.
Dear Pompous Ass,
I hate you.
Dear Moronic Idiot,
It's arse. And is that the best you can do, you bloody uncouth fool?
I hate you as well,
Why are you so mean? Is it because of that stick up your ass?
Not as much as I hate you,
I find your existence to be offensive. That would be why.
Don't even start that,
Two can play that game, you conceited prick.
I'll start whatever I want,
But a boorish, tobacco-spitting nation such as you can't play it well. Especially when you use my insults.
You've always been that way,
You want to bet on that? Who won that Revolution, again?
You were never able to handle it,
I'll concede to that. Perhaps you can play a little, you slavery-supporting bastard.
Why would I ever want to?
That's a low blow, yo
85Five children, seventeen grandchildren. Still alone.858 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
White KnightWhite Knight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a proud member of the bleeding hearts club,
And Say what you will
I'll never be crushed,
Not by you,
The broken doll,
You have no strength
Only harsh words.
They can't cut me because I remember,
And my memories give me the armor that I need
To become a white knight,
A clown in my own right,
And a moving target to distract from those
who can't withstand your harsh words
and I'll always be waiting to challenge you.
Laugh, I know you want to.
And god knows you need it
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl3 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
Out of ThymeIt wasn't until after she died that Trevor realized he couldn't cook.Out of Thyme4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The realization came six months after the funeral, when all the casseroles and baked goods were eaten and when all the flowers had long wilted, but before the critical time when he knew that it was time to box all her things away and donate them. He had started to do that, but when he got to her clothing, he couldn't take it anymore and the job was left unfinished.
There was no sudden moment of epiphany for him. He was able to cook simple things-spaghetti, soup from a can, microwave dinners, pasta and sausages, things like that. But as he stood over the stove, stirring his noodles, his eyes fell on the spice rack by the oven. It was made from wood and carved with whorls and loops-a unique piece which she had chosen from a craft fair and likely overpaid for the honour of owning. It was too small for her collection of spices; they were crammed in and had to be stacked two jars high.
The spice jars were covered in a lig
Old FriendsThe visit happened suddenly, and to her complete nonsurprise.Old Friends1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had been typing up a report on various South Asian butterflies when he had simply appeared in her room, as casually as if they had agreed beforehand to meet there. “Hello,” he said calmly from the doorway. “Don’t mind me.”
“Hello there,” she replied, just as casually. “You’re always welcome here.” She didn’t bother turning around, knowing that, at her age, she would no longer be able to see him. She was aware that she was far beyond the age where visitations by imaginary friends, however beloved when younger, were considered acceptable. But she was about as bothered as she was surprised.
“It’s been a while since I last visited,” she heard him say mildly as he walked around the room, just out of her sight.
“It has,” she agreed. “Sorry, I don’t think there’s another chair here.”
“It’s all righ
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
Mirror MirrorMirror MirrorMirror Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Show my face
You're a disgrace
Who is this girl
Up on the wall
She can't be me
'Cause she can fall
She can hurt
She can cry
She can't sing
She cannot fly
Where's the truth
You're so uncouth
To pass me off
As being her
Seeing her now
Is pure torture
For I can never
Be that vile
The thought fills
My mouth with bile
Is it true
If it is I
Had no clue
Now I know
I want to be
The girl I see