i begin and end with you.How do you go about explaining love to someone who has never felt it? How do you put into words the sweetness of the first kiss or the bitterness of the first goodbye or the hundred pinpricks of emotion you feel each and every time lip parts lip? If I were to try, I wouldn't start with the first embrace or the first touch or the first time your tongue swept the top of your mouth and you breathed my name. I wouldn't start with the first time nail bit into hip or teeth into shoulder or the first time you cried my name and I cried yours. I wouldn't talk about the first time that we held hands under the branches of the willow, limbs interlaced as we fell asleep with Whitman on my breast. I wouldn't even talk about the time you slipped platinum around my finger and I cried on a sunny October afternoon.
Instead, I would talk about the first time you taught me something. I would talk about how we were standing in wintery midnight air and how you put your hand on the small of my back--as i
my wild and reckless heart.You know what I love? I love my heart—oh, how I love my wild and reckless heart.my wild and reckless heart.2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because my heart is not a beautiful one nor a pure one nor one to inspire sonnets. But it is strong. It is scarred. My heart is ever-thirsting; it yearns for beauty and sunrises and shooting star wishes and things that it cannot comprehend. My heart has tremors that rock it like earthquakes; it twists and shakes and tightens in ways that cannot ever be understood. It is not satisfied with the now nor yesterday and, in truth, it does not even grow fat and happy on the promise of tomorrow. It is forever in a state of want.
And I refuse to believe that is not okay. I love the urgent press of my pulse that nips at my heels and forces me to dance faster and wilder; I love the thump-thump-thump of that desire and the hold-me-tighter whisper that rips from between clenched teeth. I love the way my heart has flung me over cliffs and expected me to swim—and I love it still when I washed up on the beach
in 10 days...I will be marrying the love of my life, and it is all because I met him on this website. I still don't believe it.in 10 days...1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Art and overthinkingDear, deviantart fellow artistsArt and overthinking2 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
There are times when everything goes well, but sometimes It's so easy to let those thoughts (whether caused by fear, life, problems etc.) to overcome your wilingness to do anything. So we let ourselves to get distracted, even though that's not what we really want to do. It's just easier. But we should not let overthinking to stand in our way.
People do tend to overthink all the time. Worrying about unimportant things, while doing nothing about solving actual problems. If there is anything that you think constantly about, that needs to be done - don't put it away till the later. It will only get worse. So often do we regret our decisions in the past, yet we are the only ones who can impact our future.
People also crave for disctractions. That's why probably social media sites are so popular these days. Watching youtube videos all day - It's inspiring to see how other people get success
Not All Who Wander Are LostNot all who wander are lost,Not All Who Wander Are Lost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not all who know are wise,
Not all who love are loving,
Not all who win- a prize.
Not all who take are selfish,
Not all who give are martyred,
Not all of space is empty,
Not all who live- exist.
Not all who feel are sensitive,
Not all who fall are weak,
Not all the smiles are real,
Not all the world is fake.
Not all you see is plausible,
Not all you think is right,
Not all you hope for comes your way,
Not all who hurt will fight.
the sun thief.this is the point i'd like to tell you how i really feel about you:the sun thief.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
this is the point you sit down and shut up and keep your wandering fingers to yourself. put them in your pocket, in your lap, shove them in your mouth, down your throat, in the fire, under the knife. frankly, it doesn't matter to me -- just keep them to yourself. you have a nasty habit of trying to pickpocket emotions that aren't yours to have and trying them on for size when no one is looking. you have nervous fingers that pluck at loose strings to see if you can unravel the tapestry. you have a terrible way of picking at the chipped paint as if you have the power to erase the beauty spread across the sistine chapel. let me clue you in: you don't.
so be quiet, swallow your tongue, understand the forever trapped between the glow of his words isn't for you to capture. you had your chance when the world was new and the passions were leaking out of his pores and you turned away. you had the moment for the span of a breath
if alice in wonderland was set in 2012,i might cut my hair if it didn't remind me of you,if alice in wonderland was set in 2012,5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but just like the fade from september into the pits of october,
i'm not alice, this isn't wonderland, but i am just as surrounded by things that yell,
"eat me! drink me!" and they don't say it but i know they'll all make me bigger,
sadder, fatter, too big to fit into a house, my arms my legs come shooting out,
everything i feel is just too loud-
i should be better than i am.
i should be taking the world by the shoulders, shaking back its shoulders because i am a storm, i am a force of nature and you will take notice-
but my winds are quiet. my rain is sad.
i'm too afraid to swell up in full vigor,
to take what is mine in case it's taken from me again,
i will never forget what you did- in camera flash moments, in sharp moments-
to leave me broken.
there are some cuts that never close up.
there are some things that never get spoken.
and there are some things yo
summaryyou greeted me smiling.summary3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it felt like thunder
i know you to be as gentle
as you are rough.
i need someone
who knows how to touch
so i can learn how to feel.
your name means strong.
you are shoulders
and a smile,
with snaking veins.
today, our palms are like
and you are polite
until your lips
you are a new man.
pierced in vain
i am your child.
i am the sweetest moon
under the breath of bedsheets,
our hands swimming
Induced Silence, chapter 1Fairy Tail - Induced SilenceInduced Silence, chapter 15 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Natsu, Happy, Lucy, and Erza carefully combed the streets. Something had gone horribly wrong. Gray never returned from his last contract and now Juvia was gone,
too. She had gone after him first and left the group far behind. A dark energy lingered over the abandoned city where they now searched. Unnatural clouds blocked the sun, casting
shadows everywhere. The residents were dead; All of them. Cool weather prevented a smell, but bodies littered the scene. Men, women, children, and even infants had fallen in
the streets, homes, and shops. No visible trauma was noticeable. "What happened here?", asked Lucy, uneasy. She glanced to her friend, but Erza had a distant, steely gaze. The
city itself seemed unmarked. Who could have done this and why? Across town, Natsu was getting nowhere fast. He stood over the corpse of a little girl, silent and solemn. Happy
stared at the ground, unable to comment.
A sound nearby caught the girl's attention. Something had fallen
She reminds you of the wishesIt's not so much that she wants to run away. She just wishes she could feel better -- no, she could be better -- in a place which isn't here. Wherever 'here' is anyway. It's always the wrong place.She reminds you of the wishes3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's afraid of the sky. And when you asked her why, she said,
"it just looks so heavy. I'm afraid that one day it will fall
down on me
You could never figure out what she stared at
when she propped her pretty bony elbows on that white windowsill (the paint was chipped but she said that only made it more beautiful, more like home, even though she never quite understood what that word meant) and stayed that way for hours
on end, ignoring the clock
and her surroundings. It was like she had faded out
into a world of her own. And then one day you figured out that she wasn't looking up at that dreaded sky or down at the ground which was too solid for her tastes. She always had this feeling that it would swallow her whole if she let her guard down, and early on already, you w
Distant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .They say it's difficult to love someoneDistant Memories Of A Love Done Gone .2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you can't even love yourself.
But I loved you nonetheless,
The problem was I didn't know when to stop.
You kept sending me mixed signs
Making me dizzy until I
Much less right
When our world started crumbling down and
T e a r i n g at the seams
It was so easy for you to let it fall apart.
But I, knowing no other kind of love,
desperately clung to the remaining bits,
Trying to put them back together.
Yet the pieces changed too much, too quickly,
They kept growing and
growing a p a r t,
until your world was only yours
and mine a hollow echo of its past.
Looking back now, it seems like it
All happened in a different life,
With some other you, some other me,
And the lips kissing my own were just a dream.
i swear i'm donei am yours out ofi swear i'm done4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
habit but habits can be
sea sweptpoor, lovely symphony,sea swept8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've fallen in love with a shipwreck
and are doomed to be dragged out into her sea;
you're just a boy, drowning in the saltiness
of her bitter tears - shed to stain her ink-smudged misery -
and i know you taste her pain
as if it were your own.
strengthto have a strength so resplendentstrength6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ocean cowers
its waves ebbing at your toes
the sunshine waits
asks your permission to glow
a man or woman so desperately in love
will wait endless years
to see you smile and feel that power
emanate over everything they know
and wait another timeless time
hoping for you to love them back
vasha ptichkai want you to read me stories,vasha ptichka1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the very same ones
as i wrap you into,
catch you in their bindings
and smell you,
clean and summer,
inside the pages.
standing in your shower,
i wear the bodywash
that is a signature of yours,
foreign on my skin.
sometimes you are there with me,
and we are children again
as we splash water
on one another's naked bodies.
i am turning you into
a bigger reader,
a braver hero,
a stronger soul;
you tell me that
you put your phone down
and buckle your seatbelt
when you get behind the wheel
because you imagine my face
if you told me you didn't.
i want to be something new for you.
a better lover,
a happier smile,
the warmest arms you could ever need.
i never want to waver
even as tides crash my knees,
and i want you to always hear it,
close to your ear or across the state,
when i tell you
you mean the world to me.
giving ouselves a chance.well you're a singer and i'm a writer with guitar-string veins for you to pluck at so let's make this melody ring strong and true until the very ground vibrates and shifts beneath our dusty bony little-girl feet.giving ouselves a chance.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is you: you are sad and lonely and scared and angry and broken. you lie on your bed for hours at a time with your head down staring at the hardwood floor longing wishing hoping praying straying fraying for more oh please more. your hands up high, begging but nobody sees and nobody hears because nobody knows and nobody cares. you are damaged and your mouth is wide open in the heart-wrenching stereotypical soundless scream everyone lets out when they need someone to save them. you have pretty dark hair with jagged razor-sharp dissonant bangs and bright/light dark eyes all the prettier because you're always crying, it makes them shine better sweetheart. you never use capital letters and that could be because stylistic ups and downs impede actual thoughts and feelings but it
Where the Heart isI wanted you to break my heart. It would feel so much better knowing that it was an action coming from you. Knowing that I would exist in your mind for that fraction of a moment, if only to feel the popping of my arteries before the blood spilled into your hands.Where the Heart is5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted you to tear it to pieces.
But now you are breaking my paper thin organ, and I didn't even notice at first. It's layered like an onion, it seems; you took your scalpel and with nimble fingers scraped each layer away without me even realizing what had happened. And there before you sits my heart, each layer dissected so crisp and neatly.
I think I'll keep this for myself, you say. And I smile my innocence with dying cherry lips and nod at the anomalous object sitting before me.
Home is where the heart is, you murmur into my ears, quick fingers sliding in s shapes down my sides. I shiver and remain silent. So you can always stay with me. It wasn't until later that I questioned where you slept at nigh
these are my colors for you.I. Blue.these are my colors for you.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ice blue. Frozen or maybe static, too far away to tell. Longing for something, something better, something more. Maybe what I really wanted was spring, flowers and grass and birdsong and rustling leaves, but I'm not sure. I don't really think so. I think I wanted to break through the ice, the snow, the cold penetrating my fragile little-girl virgin skin and hollow fly-away easy-break bones. I think what I wanted was to see, to feel.
Not to be lost in numbness
and all these masks
Coffee and Turkish DelightsThe thought that you were out there somewhere made me restless. Instead of staying home, lazily sipping my coffee while enjoying the morning sun, I instantly woke myself up, grabbed an espresso and walked around the old part of the city.Coffee and Turkish Delights2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
God, how beautiful that place was in the mornings. Even though it was kind of tiring to walk there, because of the slope, it definitely paid off. For an architect, these places are always interesting.
The narrow streets paved manually with stones could be quite slippery if you weren't careful. If you were new there, instructions could be very useful, because all the streets circle themselves and make endless whirling spirals.
But I did not care of any of that. In fact, the ottoman houses with the wooden buttresses were not the object of my attention, nor the reason I was there. It was not the fair weather an unusual phenomenon for my town- that made me wander around those streets, nor the lingering scent of freshly grounded coffee and
Out By A MileMaybe SomedayOut By A Mile4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm in love with her." It seemed so hard to say, but since I was already crying and choking on a thousand other secrets, it sort of slipped out.
You were staring at me like I'd shot you. "Oh, I " You took a deep breath, and your eyebrows slipped down from your hairline, but you still looked pained. "I thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant."
"No," And that was my turn to panic. "I just like girls."
The silence was awkward, and nothing like relieved but for a moment I was hopeful.
Until you said, "Are you sure you're not pregnant?"
More Denial, Please
"She's not having a sleepover if there are going to be boys there," you say, glaring at me from the sofa as though I was the one who had suggested it.
She's right beside me, and she could easily defend herself, but that's what big sisters are for. "She's eighteen. I'm pretty sure she's going to do whatever she wants. Besides, it doesn't matter if it's only girls if she turns out to be gay."
love letter to destructioni bent until i broke for youlove letter to destruction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so that you could use me
until i was beautiful.
you were so welcome in my home.
you were the first who should have
been back on the street,
begging to be let to take advantage,
ravish and ravage, innocent bodies.
sitting here in my panties and socks,
sweater slouching with no arms in its threads,
i am waiting for you to remember
that you are in love with me
when i know you are not.
denial is the spark of stars
catching fire on a gasoline sky.
it is the poetry of hate sex and cold fingers,
knuckles popping underwater,
ringing like pennies.
it is the empty space
between yes and no,
beauty and hatred,
everything and nothing,
dearly belovedthese daysdearly beloved4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain