Better Left Unsaid.You'll be a lawyer-Better Left Unsaid.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know this...
You'd think I was weird if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And one day we'll pick out a huge chair.
A chair for cuddling.
And when I'm sad-
You'll hold me in our chair...
And we'll both stay real quiet,
Taking each other in.
And eventually we'll start to talk-
Quiet murmurs at first...
What is Love? Ch. 1-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-What is Love? Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is love?
From the beginning of time poets, philosophers, artists, and musicians have attempted to capture and define the elusive and ineffable qualities that best portray the intensity that is this grandest of emotions. Yet the answer, to this seemingly simple question, has remained as indefinable as life itself. What is love? Why do we love? Who do we love? When do we know if its love? There are no easy answers to these, and many other questions. So, why then, do people insist on asking these questions?
Gaara couldnt understand it; yet for the past few days, that was precisely the question he had found himself asking.
What is love?
Was it a feeling of butterflies in ones stomach? A quick, nervous smile; uncontrollable laughter? Was it something physical: a jolt of electricity down the spine; a sharp intake of breath; an increase in salivation? Or was it
I Might Need YouI think I might need you,I Might Need You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.
It wasn't a fair fight.
If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.
But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possibly split.
I think I might need you,
But here's the thing:
I really wish I didn't.
I wish it was you,
And not me.
PlowIt's finally snowing again,Plow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blankets of peace falling
with a freshness that lacks innocence.
Nearly forgotten, they're here as expected,
clearing the streets,
trying to push aside all the worry
that makes things unsafe, but
the steel mouth askew grates against my heart;
its thick bass scrape pushing more than piles of white aside,
it pushes my blood aside too,
piling it up in the corner of this pumping vessel that falters,
ice-caked and bitten, stiffened,
and keeps faltering,
until the air is silent
and the street no longer shivers in torture.
The only evidence is the blanket of white
that keeps falling,
like fluffy stuffing that's been yanked out.
All is silent,
except the fond memories that peel away
from my heart in little shreds,
and the plows, scraping fresh wounds again.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
For a man diesBreathe Slowly,For a man dies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a Man dies every second, locked in the grip of the sky.
Walk with every step in mind,
Every twitch of a finger,
Every sound, from your head to the ground,
Keep them in mind.
For a man dies every second, the beginning of an eternal dance with the one in the heavens.
Remember every follicle of hair,
Every eye that stares, every moment of fear,
An evil glare, remember it all.
For a man dies every second, and a child cries for his death.
Live today like you'll wither the next,
For we too, can be locked in the reaper's grip.
DarkI sit here aloneDark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All i feel is pain
All i think is dark
I cant control my feelings anymore
Happiness is but an illusion
I fake a smile
Inside I'm dying
What purpose does my life possess?
I'm hopeless at everything
I cant bare this pain
Its all i feel
Cut off from reality
Like an empty shell
What everyone's thinking
Many things swarm my mind
I cant escape it
It follows everywhere
Looms behind me
EmptyMy life seems emptyEmpty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I don't know why
My life seems dull
and I wonder why
My mind feels numb
and I can't know why
My mind feels empty
and I now know why
My emotions are gone
and I can't even cry
My emotions are waiting
for when loved ones die
How to Make it Through a YearOne day.How to Make it Through a Year6 years ago in Other More Like This
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
Caitlincaitlin musgrove is the definitionCaitlin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and prime example of the fact that
the very worst of things happen to the very best of people.
(warning: this is a cancer story.
this is a mother and daughter story.)
when caitlin grades quizzes, she writes a smiley face
on the top of the paper if you did well, or a
an even bigger smiley face if you didn't.
i didn't know caitlin's mom had cancer until
a couple of months ago
because caitlin's not only strong, but her damnation
might be the fact that she hides everything until she can't anymore.
but maybe that's also because she didn't want to tell me.
and that's understandable.
we're not best friends or anything (we're just good ones),
but she still tells me "just kidding" after every mean thing she says,
i still know i can tell her anything
and i know she'll try to understand and i know
that even if she can't, she'll still listen.
caitlin's mom died on saturday.
caitlin came to school on monday.
i once saw a boy threaten to punch another k
DifferencesIt's disturbingly surprising when you expect something to be different, but it's not. When you walk into a building whose every brick is imprinted in your memory from years of tracing patterns in the cracks, and expect something to have changed - new window, maybe, or perhaps a sea of unfamiliar faces - and yet, everything is the same. So much has changed inside of you; why hasn't all that change touched even a single leaf outside?Differences3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That freckled boy with the flaming hair? Still there, though a little taller now. That wrinkled lady whose head is forever tilted at a 45 degree angle to the left? Still sitting there in her same place. The child whom you're sure will grow up to be the next Beyonce, she's just got that attitude and fashion sense? Still blowing you out the water with her stylish getup, compared to your simple black dress.
You wonder if any of them noticed that you left, disappeared off to a land that is nothing but blurred images on a TV screen to them. That you were go
SH: The Best Gifts Are FreeSH: The Best Gifts Are Free3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Best Gifts Are Free
"I've got something for you."
"I know." Sherlock broke his moody stare at the opposite wall to watch John settle beside him on the sofa. "You've been anxious about it for several days. I don't want anything for Christmas, and I've already told you-,"
"And you hate repeating yourself, yes." John dropped the small plainly-wrapped box in Sherlock's lap defiantly. "And I don't give a fig what you don't want. It's special. It comes with an explanation, so could you be still for five minutes?" He shifted restlessly as Sherlock shook the box, muttering to himself. "Just open it."
"Fine." Sherlock sniffed haughtily, obviously miffed that he hadn't been able to declare the contents. He carefully tore at the edges of the paper and creaked the tiny lid open. John relished the subtle perplexed frown as Sherlock held up the bullet, turning it over in his thin fingers.
"Used; some time ago, several years at least. It's a-,"
BrokenHave you eaten, child?Broken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No my love, it's too soon.
Have you water?
No my love, I drank it all
in the night.
I would keep near while you
refill your cup.
I can wait. I don't want the
water while you are here.
I should leave so you
will get your rest.
I will not rest if you go, for
I am broken with desire.
I will stop loving you.
I will go on loving you,
I always have.
Reactions Chp 2"Wohoo!" the knock and the call broke through the quiet of the flat.Reactions Chp 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was mid-morning and they hadn't had a client or case for the past three days. Of course they had their relationship to occupy them; but there really isn't much to be said about that.
Everything remained rather status quo for the two of them, save the fact that they're openly affectionate with each other. Well I say affectionate. John's got the hang of it quite well, using endearments more often than Sherlock's name and giving him multiple quick kisses throughout their day.
Sherlock isn't catching on quite as fast. He thinks the usage of endearments are sentimental and frivolous, or so he says. John however knows better because he sees the small smile that Sherlock can't suppress whenever he ends his sentences with "Love" or "Dear" instead of "Sherlock". But Sherlock refuses to use them on John, which is fine by him.
Sherlock is better on showing affection than saying it and in small ways is beginning to express it
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSIONA Battle of Extremes3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
SH: Learning With Sherlock Pt2SH: Learning With Sherlock Pt23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Learning With Sherlock Part 2
John knew he looked like a hopeless tourist, standing in the middle of the grand lobby and gawking in a slow circle, but he was content to simply stare while Sherlock strode up to the desk and demanded one of the receptionist's attention. The chandeliers were most definitely real crystal, sparkling with a thousand pinpoints of light overhead. The plushy furniture was arranged neatly around polished tables, resting atop the most gorgeous fur rugs John had seen in or outside of a magazine.
He felt dirty, with the faint scent of the earlier nastiness eroding off his three year old sweater and his scuffed shoes and his trousers with one defunct pocket. Sherlock, of course, looked perfectly at home in the posh setting with his tailored clothes and impatient demeanor.
Suddenly he wasn't very sure of why Sherlock wanted all this- wanted him.
Before he could sink further into that depressing thought, a hand on his a
Deductions of AffectionsWhen John opens the door to his flat, he isn't sure what to expect. Living with Sherlock Holmes has taught the ex-soldier to always be on his toes.Deductions of Affections3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So when he opens the door, bags of groceries in each arm, he checks to see if any new bullet wounds have been inflicted on the wall, or if any new experiments are being brewed in the kitchen. He sees no recently made holes and hears no noises coming from the direction of the kitchen. He raises a pale eyebrow in confusion and then his eyes fall on the consulting detective curled up on his side, his front facing the couch. He groans softly, knowing that the lanky male is going through one of his 'phases' again. "Sherlock I'm home," he says, trying to alert the other of his presence. His flatmate grunts softly in acknowledgement and continues to stare unblinking at the brown couch. He makes small patterns in the fabric with the nail of his index finger, a calculating look in his pale eyes. John wonders curiously if he's moved since he left. Th
The Case of the ShiversJohn cautiously watched Sherlock from where he was crouched by the frozen riverbank. The detective had spied something on the icy surface of the water, declared it to be important to the case, and had taken off before John could warn him against it. John, knowing better than to tempt the fates with both of their weights combined on the ice, stayed at the edge of the river and contented himself with shouting warnings at Sherlock, who brushed him off with unparalleled skill.The Case of the Shivers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John turned his attention to the ice itself. He gently prodded the ice before him. It was rough, covered with ice crystals, and thick here, at the edge. However, that said nothing about the ice that Sherlock was currently standing on. Out in the middle of the river, the cold water underneath was bound to be rushing against it and keeping it from thickening. John worried his lip with his teeth as he looked out at the ice underneath Sherlock, hoping that the ice was thicker than it seemed, knowing that he was probably
What is Love -- a Sherlock BBC FanFicBored.What is Love -- a Sherlock BBC FanFic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock groaned and threw himself onto the couch, still in his dressing gown and slippers.
Being alone was so boring.
John was out, shopping, and Mrs Hudson went visiting her sister and wouldn't be back till Monday.
He needed something to distract him from the fact that it had been three days since he solved his last case. Playing the violin didn't help, the crossword puzzle in `The Times´ was already solved (hadn't taken more than seven minutes, five if his pen wouldn't had stopped writing) and Mrs Hudson had hidden his skull.
He wished John was back, but then he would have to go shopping for milk, and that was even more boring.
He decided that watching TV couldn't hurt, and it was funny to predict the plot of that crappy soap operas that were broadcasted in the morning.
And maybe there was something interesting in the news.
After a short time of canal hopping he knew that there was a drought at Southern Africa and that a third class actress was two timing her husb
Stream of Consciousness Rant 1wine glassStream of Consciousness Rant 16 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of hand
close the wall
close your mind
out of code
a la mode
in the net
by the way
on the beach
lost on cue
in the mouth
in your glove
got your way
SH: Too CloseSH: Too Close3 years ago in Drama More Like This
References the episode The Reichenbach Fall
It wasn't the clatter of metal or the elevated beeping that woke John from his impromptu nap on the hospital bed. Those noises were commonplace; ingrained in his memory and flagged as only semi-important- not nearly important enough to raise consciousness.
Sherlock's soft grunt of pain had his senses on full alert immediately, however. His head jerked upwards so quickly he felt his neck pop, reaching over to soothe his friend even before he was fully awake.
"Shh, no it's fine, it's- Sherlock?" John shook his head, frowning as Sherlock pawed desperately at the electrocardiograph. "Don't, Sherlock. Don't touch-,"
"Don't want," Sherlock protested, his words nearly lost as they ran together. His normally brusque voice had been addled by the pain medication, though John worried it could also be the concussion.
"Too bad," John replied tiredly as he peeled the ghostly white fingers fr
like your nameHis shoulder hurt again. Because Sherlock pushed him against the door case. Isn't the first time that they had some stress. But this time, it was so much different than the last times. It started when John complained about some unimportant stuff. Maybe the reason why Sherlock was that mad at the moment, was that there was no case to solve in the last days and he got bored.like your name3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John can't remember when the fight got out of control. Mrs. Hudson was worried about all the yelling and the rumbling upstairs, but she decided to stay in her flat.
Sherlock´s words hurt him more than he ever would tell him. But now it was too much for him.
Your heart. It's like part of your name... Locked!", John yelled.
No one can ever reach you. Not even me." The blonde looked sad, turned around and left the flat.
It's not true. You touched it. So many times. But I'm unable to deal with it.", Sherlock whispered.