What do you Want to be When You Grow Up? We are taught when we are little that what only really matters is how much money we make. That's why most of us get asked "What do you want to be when you grow up?" They really didn't care what your ignorant little fingers splurged out; it just mattered that you had some sort of aspiration no matter how pointless it was. It just mattered that maybe it wasn't pointless to teach you. So when the smallest child in my second grade class responded with a scraggly "sparrow,” eyes turned and eyebrows furrowed.What do you Want to be When You Grow Up?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"You have to be realistic," our teacher said.
That little boy (whose name is out of my mind's grasp) responded with a strong “It is."
"You can't turn into a sparrow though. Don't you want to be an actor or musician? Choose a career or lifestyle," our teacher said all the while smiling, persistent to drain the dreams from him.
"My mommy said that we can be
The Truth - An LGBT storyA photographer is supposed to find beauty in anything right? Isn't that what artists do?The Truth - An LGBT story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It tried to tell myself that was the reason why I found my best friend's hazel eyes mesmerizing, and I couldn't stop staring as him as he doodled in his sketchpad, completely oblivious to my gazing. Matt plucked the apple from his lunch tray, took a bite and gave me a curious look. "Can I help you, dude?"
I dropped my gaze. "I, uh, need to ask you a question. Artist to artist."
He raised his eyebrows, probably confused by my nervous tone, but went back to his doodling. "Okay."
"Would you feel gay or anything if you were going to draw another guy? Like a portrait or something?" The words came from my mouth in a rushe
The Last BookThe last book you readThe Last Book2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I imagine a little like your last breath
when you don't know that you're dying
just yet - maybe the last book you'll read
will be one you know well, and read a good many times,
breathing life into words by reading them,
making letters, names, stories come alive -
or maybe, the last book that you will read
will be one you have not had the time to learn
how to love; maybe it is difficult to love,
with winding, confusing phrases and a tendency
for the overly mysterious, or dramatic,
and maybe it made you cry -
the last book you read,
will it be a special one? maybe
a beloved's diary, or your own diary entries
about that one person you love(d), or maybe
it will be compulsory reading, and no fun at all,
maybe you'll put it aside feeling relieved
about having read it, or feeling lost,
because you almost drowned
in the world of this book -
the last book you read,
we know nothing of for sure, save maybe
that it'll be the last book you will read.
LimboSome souls go right through, you know? They don’t even pause. It’s right through limbo without a second glance, and then on to be judged and sent up or down. They’re the easy ones, because I can lay back and hold my lamp and they follow the light like moths to a flame, the ends of their frayed personalities fluttering even though there isn’t any wind.Limbo2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
While the masses go through without any problems, there are always those few troublemakers that just can’t seem to resist the lure of limbo. See, in limbo, there’s nothing, and while that may sound awful to you folks who are living halfway decent lives, to the souls that just came out of Hell on Earth, nothing is really attractive.
Limbo doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel good, either, but there’s no pain and no heartache and no wincing from the bruises on your back. There’s no joy, but there’s also no suffering or fatigue or withdrawal. There’s just… existence and
For a friendYou like it insideFor a friend8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like it out
You need your space
I need to be with you.
I see your beauty
Even if sometimes you don’t
You have a dark side
But I can be your light
You are funny
I am shy
You claim you like neither
I think I like both.
I realize we are different
But as you say opposites attract
Yin may be lonely
I keep knocking, I know you are home
I will stay here
But you are the one
Who has to open the door.
You hold a spark
That is bright
Let me be the fuel
To start a flame within you
You need to feel
I need a release
If you open up
I can take you there.