i would smile if you did.i could write you a song about raindrops and rubies, but i don't think you'd want to listen. i could hold you close and tell you love stories, but i think you would just fall asleep. and i could play with your fingers and tap out a rhythm on your collar bone, but you'd just pull away and turn on the radio so you could listen to something better.i would smile if you did.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
you always pull away. why do you always pull away?
you got mad when you saw the papers. you said you hated that everything i write is sad, that every paper you found in my desk was about heartbreak or death or insanity or hopelessness. you said you wanted me to be happy. but if you really did, you would try to understand that heartbreak isn't always bad and death isn't always ugly; that insanity is relative and hopelessness can be beautiful.
your understanding is what would really make me happy.
today i decided something: i am going to stop trying.
i am going to lay on my bed today. i am going to stare at the ceiling. i am not going to p
WaitingShe leans forward and glances across to the screen of her phone hoping against hope that there is a message. Nothing. She slumps back against the wall and closes her eyes, listening intently. Waiting for the sound of plastic on wood. Waiting for the phone to ring again.Waiting8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why is it so hard to answer my text?
Her eyes move beneath her eyelids as if in some form of dream but the dream is broken and she opens her eyes.
Ring you stupid phone ring!
The silence is broken. The phone begins to vibrate steadily. The screen lights up. She crawls across the floor; a tear runs down her perfect cheek, her bloodied knees leave trails across the perfect white carpet. She opens the phone with a quivering hand and lifts it to her ear. She flinches a voice begins to talk to her. More tears run down her face.
Still listening to the voice she moves toward the door. With a trembling hand she pulls at the lock and the door swings free. Fresh blood stains the floor where she kneels. A
i love you ...Sitting in your lap,i love you ...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
legs wrapped around your
waist, ankles crossed
behind your back.
Arms resting on your shoulders,
fingers laced behind your neck.
I smile up at you, a faint blush
spreading across my skin. You
smile back, and I'm almost sure
you've began to blush, too.
I've never been more comfortable.
you arms wrap around my waist
and hold me close. "Don't worry,"
I whisper, "I'm not going anywhere."
You hold onto me a bit tighter, still,
and I move closer, resting my head
on your collar bone gently.
We sit like this for a few moments,
savouring the touch of eachothers
embrace, warmth, and love. It's the
only peace we've gotten in so long.
Life has been so hectic and stressful.
You shift a little, and I whimper.
"I'm not going anywhere, either."
You say, touching my nose very lightly
with a small smile. I smile, too. You
pull me closer, and our hips touch.
I blush more and rest my forehead
against yours. Our eyes meet and I
shudder with delight, allowing myself
to let your eyes was
Going HomeI awoke from what I was certain was my death.Going Home4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember it quite well. I had been in traffic, aggravated because I needed to get home. But why had I needed to get there? The landlord. The landlord had called and said that he was coming to my house because the neighbors had reported water leaking out my kitchen door. And I had to get there. I had to get there before him. Why?
I know I was in my car, stuck between 39th and 40th streets on Darcy Avenue, waiting to merge onto a grid locked Interstate. I wasn't going to make it in time. He was going to go in before I got home, and that couldn't happen.
There was stress in my life for sure, and the chest pains hadn't been abnormal. But I remember the dizziness and the steering wheel coming at me with the Chevy logo looming large in my eyes.
And now here I am, sitting on a hillside. There are high hills with rocky outcroppings all around me, lush grass covering all the soil wi
Learns-A-Lot -A TG story-For a three bedroom house in the middle of a packed suburb on Halloween night, 318 Plymouth Lane was eerily quiet.Learns-A-Lot -A TG story-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not that Joshua noticed this. His parents had taken Trisha out trick-or-treating in her princess costume while he, at the bold age of 13, was allowed out until 9pm with his friends.
It was 7:30 and he and his friends had run out of shaving cream, eggs and toilet paper. His mother being the prodigious bargain shopper, he had been the one elected by his friends to go home and raid the stockpiles of extras that his mother had surely acquired.
His first stop had been the basement where two 36-packs of toilet paper yielded him a ten roll bounty he was sure would not be noticed as it was on the back of the shelves in the laundry room.
Clomping back up the basement stairs to the kitchen in his black boots and skeleton costume, he put the rolls of paper onto the table in the kitchen and found plastic grocery bags in broom closet to put the rolls in.
His mother didn't ke
anorexic nationanorexic nation9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry because you have nothing else to feel
Starve because the food could never fill you
Tempt and wonder,
As you sit in solitude, how did I get myself into this?
I'm in way too deep, and I wish I could see the world
Through a child's eyes
Stronger than your fellow man
Competing against yourself, against people you don't even know
For my trophies are my ribs, and hips
And my rewards are hunger and pain,
Beauty within, will never shine through
You are what you eat.
In this case, I am nothing.