cR a zYHer outbursts of deafening laughtercR a zY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bounced and hurled around
Her 'special' white room
As she rocked back and forth
Hitting the soft pillow like walls
Making the sleeves of her too tight jacket
Move with a similar rhythmic motion
But what stood out the most were her eyes
Even though they sometimes were hidden
By her untamed mass of dirt brown hair
Her bright midnight blue eyes shine brightly
She did not see the white room
Nor did she feel the suffocating pressure of the room
Instead she saw and felt a soft field of green grass
And a little black kitten with amber eyes
That would bat at a delicate butterfly
That carried the starry sky upon its blue wings
She felt the cool spring breeze and gazed
At the quickly fading sunset
That sprouted colors you could never captured
Even she, herself knew that she was crazy
But she no longer cared
She no longer wished to try and grasp
The flimsy string that connected people to reality
And all that came with it
Despite that she was crazy
And no one wo
As Tears Come To My EyesAs tears come to my eyesAs Tears Come To My Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to block out everyone's lies
And I have to deny
That I will cry
Because it is easy
To smile at the sleazy
Rather then to explain why I'm sad
Or why I'm mad
I have no escape from my enemies
And each emotion I hide has a fee
The pressure of it all
Just makes me want to fall
Into the protective darkness
Rather than return to the heartless
And as tears come to my eyes
One more piece of me dies
Missing YouSince I woke up todayMissing You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'
When Life Gives You Lemons CH. 3~With Gilbert~When Life Gives You Lemons CH. 31 year ago in Settings More Like This
Gilbert was sitting in his kitchen drinking a beer smiling as his two friends and nephew where coming to Germany. He looked at the slightly old paper in his hand as he re-read the letter,
I’m sorry about not waiting for you to wake up but, I’m not changing my mind Gilbert. You were the best brother-in-law I ever had, I’ll miss you. I’ll keep in touch via Skype; I’ll be in my home country with Shorty. Please don’t tell Ludwig where I am, even though I doubt he’ll ask, with that said, goodbye Gilbert see you soon in person in the near feature. And I know you love music I left my music equipment in Ludwig’s attic, do with it what you wish, Gil.
(Name) (Last Name)
Gilbert went back to flashback mode as he remembered when Ludwig came by,
Gilbert had been depressed since (Name) left as
Kalnera - the fall (1)She was strong; she was feared…Kalnera - the fall (1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Under the shadow she cast from the skies, all living beings shivered…
Everyone had nightmares about the flying death, the dark winged lightning that struck and sealed the fate of her prey before it could realize it… for no one who had been trapped in her paws had never escaped… Every single one had tried; every single one had ended as her meal…
Because nothing could ever stop her! Because nothing could ever end her reign of terror! Because she was invincible! Because she would torment humans and all other sentient beings until the end of time!
Or at least… She loved to think so, but at this moment, her future seemed pretty uncertain…
Twilight was falling, and so was she… What a symbolic moment for her…
She had always identified her existence to the night. Like night, she was a force of the nature, the black veil that put an end to the bright day of her victims. She was always stronger by nigh
NorwayXReader- For the Meantime...NorwayXReader- For the Meantime...2 years ago in Romance More Like This
For the Meantime.
It was a quiet peaceful day, clear blue sky as you arrived in front of the house of your best friend in order for some school business.
As irritating as it was.
-Knock Knock- "Emil?" you called from the platinum blonde's house as you knocked on the platinum blonde's front door.
-Knock Knock- "Eh-mil~" Your hummed. Still no response.
But there was someone in there; you could hear classical music inside.
-Knock knock KNOCK- you knocked on the door harder and then huffed. He was not answering. Fine then, you thought. You'd try once more. You sighed as you tried to relax yourself before grumbling. "Emil Steilson, open this damn-"
"Good afternoon, Miss ___" A smooth voice responded from the inside as the door opened, revealing a light blond with mysterious dull dark blue eyes, clad in a dress shirt and some dark navy jeans.
"L-Lukas?!" You squeaked, your cheeks turning red at the sight of the Norwegian that you've known for quite so
Stenciled Smiles on Paper HeartsI don't like to feel this wayStenciled Smiles on Paper Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There must be something I can say
Cause I hate just watching you
When I know the pain you're going through
You're not alone; I've been where you are
Contemplating where I'll place my next scar
Hiding razor kisses underneath long sleeves
It doesn't make it better; nothing is achieved
All you'll earn are the scars you've got and
The lesson learned is the lesson forgotten
You feel like no one's there, no one cares what you do
Let me put it to you straight: That is never true
I was shunned, pushed away many times before
Then I realized it was I who had closed the door
I took a chance and opened up to the people around me
Told them of my secrets, now their love surrounds me
You're not alone; I've been where you are
And I know that life sometimes seems so hard…
But believe me, from one person to another
To make a book better, you never destroy the cover…
You are worth it...
A Letter to GodDear GodA Letter to God3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm looking at the sky....and I wonder if you're there
I'm tired..lost..completely broken...and I wonder if you care
I'll admit....I've always doubted if you're real
But I'm here praying to the heavens....you can take away the pain I feel
But..its not just me..I see suffering everywhere
People who just dream of dying..who wish that you'd be there
And these people are so nice...they're like Angels from the earth
But everyday they hurt so much..they wish their parents had never given birth
See God, that I just can't understand
Where are you when all these people need a helping hand
Everywhere.I see..just the good people getting hurt
Everyday asking for a grave...for their hearts are already buried in the dirt
And the people filled with greed....why do they succeed
When all these angels hurt themselves...watching themselves bleed
I'll be here....everyday.. praying to you, God
Hoping that you'll help the angels...from being buried in the sod
And even though I'm not an angel..I hop
mother.i'm not exactly a person-mother.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
more like a body
filled up with
things i never should've known
and things i never could've said.
and i wonder what you'd do
if i could.
so i tell strangers, i tell you,
because i'll never have to
look you in the face
or see your eyes hide
behind walls that never had to be built-
there are bodies buried in those, you know.
i never wanted any of that.
the way i never wanted to be the girl
who ran away from womanhood as it approached,
because adolescence was so much sweeter
at four feet tall.
i sprouted breasts in panic.
my limbs stretched and the pains at night
weren't just from growing pains- they were from
not being able to shrink back down.
i never signed up to reach twenty years old.
i never wanted boys with sweaty hands
to touch me, i never wanted to see
that red flower in my bottoms until they did.
i wonder what you'd think of me
if i told you how i'm never fooled
by your husband, even if you are.
six trips to the bottle last night,
did you know?
Dear You, Nee: MyselfDear You (Nee: Myself);Dear You, Nee: Myself5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Sometimes when I am hazy (See: Unconscious) and out of my mind I think back to those tumultuous days when barefoot was mandatory and dress pants were for old people - I'd laugh, but I wear shoes now to cover my feet, cracked from years of wandering down the same path, and dress pants to present a respectable front for society, that very same one which together we would shun from an alley while sipping cheap beer directly from the bottle, pretending it was wine in a silver goblet, keeping a lazy eye out for the police.
I don't know where we went wrong, where we separated and flew in opposite directions like birds scattered . My fingers lay unmoving on this keyboard as I try to come up with words to express my greatest sympathies for killing you, nothing seems to be acceptable. Nothing seems quite right. What do you say to somebody who's life you took - I am sorry, I am remorseful, I would do it a
wishi wish the birds would swoop downwish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pick me up in their wings
to take me right to you
i wish i could hold your hand
through anything and everything
even the eye of a hurricane
i wish i could look into your eyes
look deep enough to see them sparkle
brighter than any star or diamond
i wish i could kiss you
taste those lips so sweet
better than any honey
i wish i could hear your heartbeat
listen to its rhythm like a steady drum
slowly and peacefully lulling me to sleep
but no matter how hard i wish
stars can't make it come true
so i'll settle for meeting you in my dreams
what i notice about peoplepeople cannot sit still. they fidget, they worry about their weight, they lie on stiff bones, they twist nervous hairs. awkward situations call for awkward laughter, but it is never funny.what i notice about people6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
people form habits to feel there is consistency and a ledge to grip on this slipping world. wake-up-at-seven-oh-three-and-get-out-of-bed-by-seven-oh-five-and-put-on-size-seven-blue-slippers-right-next-to-bed-and-brush-teeth-and-shower-and-bring-coffee-to-work-and-drive-to-work-and-walk-in-at-eight-thirty.
people will happily call their favourite song (shoes/beliefs/friend/mother) stupid if someone says so first. people see differences as swimming against the current: certainly, they'll drown.
people imagine love where there isn't any. if there is an arguable position of love and hate, they will admit that it is hate, but believe that it is love. tell them that they are loved, they will trust it. tell them that sex is another name for love, they will use the words interchangably. romantics at heart an
lost boy and lonely girlyou made me realize, that its ok to let love die.lost boy and lonely girl6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
cause it will.
your only warning,
was don't die with it.
you made me realize, its ok to fall out of love.
cause we both know,
she's not the girl she used to be.
she's not the girl i fell in love with.
and neverever wasnt a word she and i liked to use,
unless it was sung with letting go,
we neverever thought that would happen.
third times the charm.
but we're so past 3 times baby.
i'm counting 100's and lastchances,
that i said i couldn't give.
and your digging in deeper,
looking for more hope to pull out of me.
and your extracting your chances,
letting the life bleed from me.
and i sew myself up, time and time again.
to see i'm covered in scars,
of fingerpricks and rippingseams,
of imsorrys and iloveyous.
and the tears don't fall
because they've been told,
one look from you, was
things that matter.1things that matter.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
even on the gray days, your eyes flicker dimly with hope. there is still a comet in the night sky, somewhere, singing your dreams and hopes for you.
even in the darkest silence, your heart is still beating, softly, musically. you just have to listen. you just have to hope.
you haven't lost yet.
sometimes, life feels like a horrible play, and everyone is outperforming you. sometimes, you lose yourself in the characters you play. you forget your lines. you trip. you screw up.
but it's not over yet. there's always a chance for a happier tomorrow.
but more than that - there's still the rest of today to be lived.
it's not too late.
somewhere, there is someone that understands. there is someone who only wants to brighten your day and paint your sky rainbow. there is someone who would let you stand on their shoulders if it meant helping you reach your dreams.
somewhere, there is someone who only wants to make you happy.
you just have to find them.
even if happiness has been put to the
Dear StrangerDear Stranger,Dear Stranger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hope you are reading this letter before you have gone outside. I imagine you will have a few questions on your mind when you see how things are out there. Luckily, you happen to have this conveniently placed "doggy-door" through which I have slipped the letter you now hold in your hands.
First, I would like to apologize for the state of your mailbox. By this point I imagine you have ventured outside and seen a few things worth the raising of an eyebrow or two and I assure you, all will be explained. The mailbox. I am deeply sorry for the condition it is in. You may notice that the box itself is hanging askew, the flag seems to have disappeared(I searched high and low, I promise.), and the post seems to be broken in several places though I have done my best to repair it with duct tape. It might also be worth mentioning that it has been moved several feet to the left.
You see I was driving home late last night from work (They have me working another man's shift while
Don't WorryDon't worry. I know girls like me are not asked out by people like you. Girls like me are not asked out at all.Don't Worry5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't worry. Some of us learn to give up all hope early. Others cling to the fantasy that maybe someone isn't that shallow. That their liberator will be someone who looks past the cosmetic imperfections, to the soul underneath.
Don't worry. I am not one of them. I do not believe a single person can actually look at me and find my soul, buried deep underneath my insecurities.
Don't worry. I do not hold it against them, either. You and I were raised in a sad, cruel world where the only way to be beautiful is to be unnatural. I look at myself in the mirror, noting down all the things I would change if I could. Noting that if I could date anyone, it certainly would not be this ugly creature staring back at me.
Don't worry. I tell myself I am not shallow enough to get cosmetic surgery, or starve myself thin. I tell myself that somewhere, somebody will love me, even with all my imp
Dear me,dear me,Dear me,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a reason for you in
this world, i promise.
you've just got to get out
there and find it.
don't ever think you're
not worth it.
quit comparing your life
to cycles on the
remember that inside,
there are lots of colors and
some are the color of
the leaves will always be
brilliant, but the trick is to
close your eyes and
listen to the cracking sounds
beneath your toes.
feel the wind,
and let your cheeks
turn red like the leaves.
don't ever let go of your dreams.
hold on tighter and tighter
sometimes it's healthier to
plunge into the unknown.
you are stronger than
you give yourself credit for.
feel the world around you,
taste the colors.
you're free, start
learning how to breathe.
sometimes life is better
behind closed eyes.
so close your eyes, stretch
out your arms, and
because there will always be someone
there to catch you.
the dearest diary9.23 - autumn has the same color as morningthe dearest diary3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was one of those women you'd pass without much of a thought. much of a long thought, at least. she wore sweat pants every day- the same gray ones, she'd think, but they were really just the same make. she wore the same shoes, the same loose shirt. the same damn, arduous face. that kind of face that reminds her of some sort of third world country- a heart shaped, tired thing. but under that dirt and grime, there are amazing, beautiful eyes. tired eyes. human eyes.
there's something about arduous people. the same, half-mooned shape under their eyes. naked lashes, and a naked, weak face. and there's definitely something about the way her lips are always the same pink, hearth-like color. the kind you don't know what it'd look like wearing a smile.
that's what makes meetings all the worthwhile.
12.11 - cold breadth
she takes off her gloves and outstretches her hands. nail polish is cracked over her nails, her fingers thin at the kn
In Search of an Old RecipeDown a wintry lane, where streetlampsIn Search of an Old Recipe9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise from dimly lit snow hills and the
town is lightly covered in frost,
I pass an old neighbors house and
a village café. The gurgling noises
of a brewing pot and the sugary smells
of rising dough
always met with long conversations
or quiet contemplations, an old friend
or a new friend and a hint of the past.
Something that started the day and
ended the day with company and
a dash of hope
that time can always be paused
and people can always gather.
And behind the rising steam of
tightly gripped mugs, you can always
find laughter, stirring its warmth around
tables as we reminisce.
And sugar is sprinkled over cookies
and pastries the way snow is over the world.
And no matter how far away,
I can always make it home
on nothing more than a memory.
Perhaps these are the ingredients to make peace,
down wintry lanes, where feuds are blanketed
and grudges melt away into cups of coffee.
Let Me, Hold Your HandLet Me, Hold Your Hand7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold winds breeze through
Your long black hair,
Uttering words into your ear
Sweet nothings to hold you
I wanna hold your hand.
As we stroll along the shore
Whispering words from the heart,
Slowly, holding you tight,
Feeling your heart beat
Next to mine,
I wanna hold your hand.
As if theres no tomorrow
Breaking away from this sorrow,
Sadness, which will bring me
dear megan.dear megan,dear megan.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i think that we'd be amazing together. i'd write you little letters on post-it notes
and even though we're hundreds of miles apart, i hope you'd write back. when
i'd get them, i'd sit at the foot of my bed and read them by the glow of the
fireflies drifting through my window. i would think of you and i'd sigh while i read,
because you must be made up of harp-strings and six-o'-clock sunlight
(that golden hue would really highlight your cheekbones) to be able to think of
such beautiful sentences.
i hope you'd be able to read my messy handwriting and scratched-out words and
think that even though i'm not as good as you, at least i was making an effort.
megan, i'd be trying to make you happy.
and i know i'll never amount to much, at least, not compared to him. because
when you do find him (and i know you will, because you aren't the kind of girl
who stops looking) he'll be perfect for you. but before you find him, i know you'll have some rough times, and you'll compare your li
Coffee-Stained LetterDear Stranger,Coffee-Stained Letter4 years ago in Letters More Like This
You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.
I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most, it baffles some of my friends sometimes. I wonder, do you like to read? I have the tiniest tattoo I've ever seen, it's a tiny fairy on my ankle, but you can't see her unless you're looking for her and know where to look...like a real fairy, they're good at hiding too you know. I saw a fairy once. She was hiding behind the strawberries in my garden. I t
torn pages, worn places_collabdear cal,torn pages, worn places_collab6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
today i woke up and i decided no one was real. my mother is air. my father was just a fairy tale. and you, you are just gone. if you told me you loved me, i'd tell you i spent an hour and a half washing dishes yesterday. i'd tell you sometimes when i drive, i close my eyes and envision that our cars crash. i'd tell you sometimes when i lie in bed, i feel the collision. i'd tell you i love you, too but that with us, there are just too many "but"s.
i decided that i am nothing but a reduction in the making. today, i am a heart, but tomorrow i will be reduced to lust. today, i have a soul, but tomorrow i will be a pile of bones and skin. so believe me when i say that i love you, but i am scared that tomorrow my love will not be the love i have polished to give to you. you say that we are a carcrash, beautiful, but i cant help but feel that for all of our flames and sparking metal, weve just been reduced to a two-hour traffic jam.