A Secret Cord"I'd like to bring this to a whole new psychosis."
Sweat pinned itself within the air. The temperature rose with every tug on the rope, those thick knots stressing a tight grip around a pair of frail wrists. The time of day became unknown when a busted eye opened to a room full of old colors. The windows were sheathed with a silver shield--a cheap brand of aluminum foil, and as if it were a mirror, he starred at his crumpled reflection.
"Did you hear me?"
Distance became difficult to judge. One eye swollen, and the other hazy, her body wobbled for an impossible freedom. Her strength weak, she respond:
"Where am I?"
"I don't know."
He stepped while finishing: "Do not know."
He kneeled before her. Suddenly, the pale colors of the room blurred. Her breath left her swiftly, and the man starred at her under such propulsion. The swinging ceiling fan chattered. The swinging ceiling fan chattered. It chattered.
A rapid heartbeat tampered with the tension.
Airless"Airless"Airless3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Zero: "Young Observations"
The landscape confused me at times. My reasons for such misunderstandings made little sense to me until I reached adulthood, and even now, I’ve wondered about my birth within the corrupted society. Our homes were built sparingly of a single wood with so few nails that it often lead to the failure of an entire structure. Several homes collapsed within recent times on my very street yet my family viewed these instances so normally.
My father’s occupation provided me and my small family a bit more nails for our home and maybe a bit more food on the table. His wisdom earned him a seat among the Village’s Council, though he often complained about the fore coming decisions. My mother argued with him about his beliefs and morals surrounding these results, but they typically ended their predicaments agreeing to disagree and dropped the subject.
The serpent streets, serving as both paths and front yards, wound through the poorer qua
road signsi'm a carroad signs5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
driving down a street
filled with "no parking" zones
that lead to nowhere
i can stop
and ask for directions
but everyone says
"just keep going straight"
so i do
but the monotony
its getting to me
and the vantage point
seems so far
the sun in my eyes
all i do is squint
and look on
i'm just driving
never really getting anywhere
following the lines
painted to keep me
following the path
that leads nowhere
is the right hand turn
that breaks up the nothing
making my drive
seem to have a point
she took the boring
and changed it all
now i'm on a different path
no longer blinded
by the light
only by love. <3
Correlation and CausationSad people are notCorrelation and Causation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
poets; poets are poets,
and some poets are sad.
Old SoulsDoc says I’m an oldOld Souls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
soul, with my postcards
and letters, and waste-no-words
policy. Doc says old souls still make eye
contact instead of playing with iPhones,
mirrors that stare back, and tell
us who we are by knowing
who they are.
Doc tells me I’m an old
soul in a young body, taming
wild Internets and bringing my words
to heel like a triple score
in a game of Scrabble.
That I was born in the wrong
decade, that I was meant to punch
typewriter keys like a boxer,
that the twenty-first century
wasn’t made for old souls like mine.
Doc thinks I’m too old
to be twenty-three, constantly forgetting
the barriers of my few years.
Like that I never wrote about myself
until he gave me moments
worth writing down, and cared
about the person behind the words.
That I learned who I was by learning
who he was, and drew a timeline
of intersection points where each
node became a poem, and each poem
became a stepping stone.
Doc unearthed an old
soul in my notebook.
Old like a favori
(ii) The Sunlight Through The Flags 'These accidents of faith and nature,(ii) The Sunlight Through The Flags2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
they tend to stick in the spokes of you'
- Snow Patrol.
Who knows how long I have been sitting up on this hill? Watching the rain accumulate into deep puddles at the bottom. Watching the trees dance rhythmically yet decisively to a silent melody. Watching the weak sun struggle to break through the dark clouds. I think back to the storm five months ago, the storm that brought Reimi and I together. We were sitting in this exact spot all through the night until daybreak. My right hand clasped tightly over her left, her head resting gently against my shoulder. The red of my raincoat against the yellow marigold of Reimi’s raincoat. Our own material sun created in the dark.
That night we decided to stay and watch the storm, unable to tear ourselves
somber sad and quietsomber sad and quietsomber sad and quiet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its how i wish to be
i can't really explain it
but its not allowed
something would be wrong
people would worry
worrying about me
how utterly ridiculous
but in my words
i can be whomever
i can be depressed
i can be selfish
i can be jealous
i can be cruel
i can be scared
i can be someone else
someone no one knows.
Between the WordsLETBetween the Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Apart from nature's wonders.
To an unforgivable place
The brink of extinction.
Undeniable series of events,
Thrills leading us on this devastating
To a new world.
Empty Room 'I guess I'm a record you're tired of, I guess we're just older now'Empty Room2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'It would tear me in two if I see you with someone else;
cut out my eyes and leave me blind'
I slam the front door shut aggressively and lean against it. Completely crushed inside. I clench my eyes shut angrily and tighten my fists. I can’t believe it. It’s over. Two whole years of my life spent with Neil. Two whole years wasted. I’ll never get that time back. I’ll never be able to forget the memories of us. I can’t comprehend what has just happened. He said that he has found someone else. But, I thought that he loved me? I thought that he wanted to be with me? Who is
(iii) Daybreak 'When you held onto me like I was your little life raft,(iii) Daybreak2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
please know, that you were mine as well'
- Snow Patrol.
We walk along the streets of town together, hand in hand, as the November sun lazily begins to rise. Daybreak. The perfect time of day to walk to the coast, the morning untainted by the weight of the day, the delicious crispness of day’s youth greeting us. Slowly the day breaks apart in our hands. The full, dark clouds looming threateningly in the distance forced us to don our raincoats this morning. Reimi is sensibly carrying her multi-coloured umbrella in her free hand, her weapon of choice against this unpredictable Irish weather.
Just like an umbrella rebounds rain off of its canopy, Reimi has learnt to deflect her worries and fears. She no longer allows her problems to overwhelm her. She has put
My Rosie 'You got wires, going in,My Rosie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
you got wires, coming out of your skin'
'If you should die before I leave, what on earth becomes of me?'
- Robbie Williams.
I approach the doorway with a bouquet of white tulips and look over at Rose. She looks so serene. So content. Her eyelids closed, her dark hair brushed and parted just the way she likes it, her hands clasped gently on the duvet over her stomach. She looks beautiful. At peace. I almost don’t want to disturb her but I need to be by her side. I need to be with her. I only left her side for ten minutes, but that’s ten minutes more than I would like.
Her hospital room is spacious, making her look even
You Got A Fast Car 'I look at you and smile because I'm fine'You Got A Fast Car2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Killers.
You got a fast car. We’re speeding down the motorway, leaving behind the road. Leaving behind our past. Escaping the confines of our old town. Any place is better. I look over at you, your eyes fixed on the road ahead. Your eyes, unblinking, filled with determination and ambition. Your hands are clenched tightly on the steering wheel, adamant that you can control our future just like you can control your car. The open windows let in a fresh breeze that caresses your hair, every dark strand waving in a synchronised motion. Looking at you, I feel hope. I feel happy. I feel safe. Maybe together we can get somewhere.
You sense my gaze upon your face and glance over, a smile spreading uncontrollably across your face. Your eyes meet mine and light up with happiness and excitement. You t