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To Us- Synesthesiai.To Us- Synesthesia11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
every sound
excites a burst
of color; an
exploding
firework,
dancing and
twirling.
ii.
your voice
tastes of mangoes;
sticky
and sweet,
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
personal.
iii.
the letters
all become a
different personality.
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
and mighty.
iv.
closer and
farther away;
each number becomes
its own plane
and point
in space;
perfect details.
v.
all the numbers
form lines
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
swirling round
and round.
a perfect pattern.
vi.
letters take
on colors,
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
forming rainbo
Chapter 1: UngiftedChapter 1: Ungifted1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Ungifted
The cottage was in the middle of a dark forest, where timber wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Inside the cottage, mice scurried across the wooden floor and the glow of a single candle lit up the tiny room.
Screams rent the night; the screams of a mother giving birth. Lena gripped her husband's hand tight as the mid-wife crooned encouragement: "You're almost done, just push a little harder. That's right, just hold on. You're almost there."
Lena panted, her chest heaving with the effort of child-birth. 'Almost there, yeah right.' She thought. 'She said that three hours ago, and look where that's got us.' She
Not a Spitting ImageI walk by her everyday. I mean, it's not like I have a choice. We're sisters; we share the same DNA. But, as I look at her, all my inadequacies are thrown back into my face. Her luscious blond hair tumbles down her back like a waterfall, and she sneers at my stringy brunette mess as I pass, tugging on it hard. Whimpering, I clutch the strand she touched for dear life, but I don't retaliate. Why should I? She's perfect, and I'm below average.Not a Spitting Image8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's that under your chin? Are you getting fatter? Pig; it's all the food you eat. You shouldn't stuff your face so much."
"Oh my gosh, is that a zit on your forehead?! I swear, your skin is so greas
clockwork mechanicshis heart ticks on; hisclockwork mechanics3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
clockwork fingers caress my
mechanical face
the ballet dancerpracticing for thethe ballet dancer2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
first time since the Alzheimer's
robbed her memories
Chapter 2: NightmaresChapter 2: Nightmares1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Nightmares
"Lena, will you marry me?" Liam's normally steady voice was shaking a bit as he knelt on the ground. He looked up into her sparkling blue eyes, and was relieved with what he saw: happiness. Her beautiful smile lit up her face as she replied.
"Of course. Liam, I love you." Lena grabbed Liam's face and kissed him, soft and passionate. He still remembered the taste of her lips: strawberries.
***
The bride took a deep breath. She wiped her sweaty palms on her white gown, her nerves finally getting to her. 'Why am I anxious? ' she thought, gaze darting around the dressing tent. 'We've been engaged for a year, been planni
Chapter 3: FireChapter 3: Fire1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: Fire
"And inhaling these three herbs twice a day will make the headaches disappear." The surgeon placed three bags of dried herbs into Lena's hand, grinning all the while.
Why is he grinning? Does he find joy in other people's pain? He shouldn't be a doctor, even if he is the best one in the village. Lena took a deep breath, faking a smile in the surgeon's direction before turning around and rolling her eyes. Placing the dried herbs into her satchel with everything else that the healer prescribed, she turned on her heel and walked right out the front door. She hurried down the street, avoiding the glances of passerby. She could f
Poem: No One CaresThe tears leak outPoem: No One Cares1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
After an eternity
Of being held inside
And still, still
No one sees me cry
They disregard my silence
They disregard my tears
How come no one cares?
hanging from the rafters in the skyclocks in a motel room;hanging from the rafters in the sky3 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the years go by like one day
with these old photos in my hands.
how do cities understand?
that by skating on the edge of the world
we carve north stars in Styrofoam
on the edge of reality.
we are all waiting to be found
when stars die.
(i used to have a name)
now i'm dreaming of the simple things,
and i'm ready to fight my way.
somebody told me:
"i have loved the stars too fondly."
between gray and gold
there are flaking photographs and shattered memories;
the heartlines of drunken sinners chasing stars.
cold hearted, you bound our spines.
breathe.
(and breath
symphonic miseryyou lied the night you kissed me,symphonic misery2 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
a vision of blood and deconstruction;
feelings with no names.
we were a february tale in a twisted corset.
i can't breathe in your presence
because our still-life fairytale
is your prisoner of war.
the oracle card in my pocket
gave me a revelation:
"love makes us blind;"
(or so it seems)
now, our seasons of knowledge
are just temporary bad memories,
but there is no more music in me.
Get Ready for Camp! *changed*Hello everyone!Get Ready for Camp! *changed*2 months ago in Literature More Like This
I have created a chat room where you can go to get help, ask questions, and hang out with the cool kids.Camp NaNo WriMo Chat Room. It's a 24/7 chat room, so feel free to go in whenever you want! I will try to be around as much as I possibly can, but I'll be wrangling some people in to help. I will hold random write ins and word wars, and you can hold your own in the chat room, so go crazy!
It's almost April, and you know what that means! (or maybe you don't, but read on to find out!) April means it's Camp NaNo WriMo! If you've never heard of Camp NaNo WriMo before, it's short for National Novel Writing Month, just like in November. But instead of being later in the year, Camp NaNo WriMo is in the summer time! This year, that means the two sessions of Camp are being held in April and July!
Still don't know what I'm talking about? Nation
Poisonedif this is what lovePoisoned5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
feels like, kidnap me; poison
my unmarred body.
storms and constellationsyour lips kissed each star-frecklestorms and constellations2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i felt my sky shift under the weight of you.
i looked into your eyes and became
lost in your muddy constellations.
you were never pure; and now
i would be pulled by your gravity,
trapped in the dusty, lightless expanse of you.
you crushed me under your body,
molding my every fiber, rearranging
my entire being to fit inside your crevices.
our heavens collided; your universe
devoured me and everything was stained with
my wishful stars and your hopeless ink.
you swallowed my every super nova,
crushing my planets and suns and black holes
and i spilt dark matter onto your blank parchment.
i made maps out of
fading awaythe disharmonyfading away4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of the city is fading
into Nothingness
a cacophony
of sounds being swallowed by
the din of Silence
Poem: I WantI wantPoem: I Want1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To let go
To just forget
But
I can't
I want
To be alone
To just leave
But
I can't
I don't control my actions anymore.
MemoriesThe frigid winter air nipped at my exposed skin as I stood in the dying rays of the setting sun. I kneeled down in the snow, my breath clouding the air around my face. As I placed the arrangement of iris', roses and daffodils on the grave, memories came flooding back. Memories from when he was still alive.Memories2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
***
"Jackson, stop it!" I said, slapping his hands away from my side to prevent him from tickling me. His fingers stopped wiggling and he grabbed my hand with both of his. "Anything for you, sweetie." He kissed me full on the mouth, and we lay in the sweet grass, breathing in the summer air. I felt his hands in mine, soft, but firm, warm,
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the cure for everything is saltwaterand my voice is choked with pebblesthe cure for everything is saltwater3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and my veins are thick with ink
so i'll bleed out all my lovesongs
wash them down the kitchen sink
and i'll tell you that i'm leaving
and i'll flee this soulless town
for the silent sea is calling
and i'm not afraid to drown
and i'll search out quiet islands
let the blank horizons be
drench my soul in every ocean
sink my heart in every sea.
Poem: The TruthThe TruthPoem: The Truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Caitlan Zufelt
I've seen your smile
I've seen it come and go
I've seen your tears
I've seen them recede and flow
I've known you for years
I've known you for quite a while
I've known your personality
I've known your bright smile
But now you ride a rollercoaster
But now you only cry
But now you are up and down
But now I know why
The truth has come out
The truth is made clear
The truth doesn't scare me
The truth is only your fear
It's okay that you did it
It's okay that you lied
It's okay that you're unhappy
It's okay that you cried
Now it's time to face it
Now the truth must come out
Now you must tell him
Lovebirds' Sorrowshe was the girl with catLovebirds' Sorrow4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes: broad and judging and
carnal; he was the doe
with a broken collarbone,
yet she found herself lost in
the warmth of his sighs and
asked simply for a set
of sweeter lies
[because it's only after you
sell yourself to the earth that
you learn love is not a
chemical reaction anticipating
every ignited glance and soured
word; no, it is a thing
of obligation that sleeps upon
your doorstep, knowing you
will always come back,
knowing you could never forget
its name]
he called to her on hollow
nights, and she found his
voice when she had nowhere
left to go
he was the cereal box savior;
she only needed a place
to bur
Poem: Sharp BladeSharp BladePoem: Sharp Blade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Caitlan Zufelt
Now that I'm over you
I've found new hobbies
Such as reading, drawing
But my favorite is cutting
The feel of the blade
Against my taunt skin
Sends new thrills though me
You never could have
And the blood red
Against the snow white
Creates such stark contrast
That it fills me with awe
Don't be worried
This is who I am now
A cutter, a freak
Watching life from the sides
TempestThe sea ragedTempest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Against the sky
Ripping the air
With piercing sounds
The elements battled
Creating a tempest
A roiling storm
None shall trespass
A great battle
Was fought between
The sea and sky;
Poseidon and Zeus
Great Greek Gods
Creating a storm
That shall send
Many to Hades arms
They quarrel over
Trivial things
An immortal battle
For immortal beings
Sta.sh
