Eternal Yesterday..Eternal Yesterday..6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The touch of you still lingers,
deep beneath my skin
Creating visions of your lips
and places they have been
I smile as I remember,
your body next to mine
Longing to explore me,
our hearts and soul entwined
I sigh in adoration,
of whom I loved the most
Yet this is not reality,
For you are just a ghost
I knew you once so long ago
and yet I hunger still
My mind still living that one day;
I guess it always will
For once a heart gives in to love,
so completely will it fall
To take you to euphoria,
where time will seem to stall
I live within my fantasy
and dream of how we were
I see you laying next to me,
not leaving me for her
I know that love is fickle,
but here I stay alone
trapped within my memories,
my heart has turned to stone
Never will I love again,
For all eternity
My mind is living that one day,
when you were close to me
No pity do I need,
No scorn for how I live
Trapped within my yesterday,
Praying to forgive..
Russian food and Russian beveragesIn Russia, pasta meals are poor people or those people who want to cook the food quickly (for example, students or bachelors). Hot pasta flavored with butter and (or) ketchup, sometimes sprinkled with grated cheese or herbs.Russian food and Russian beverages4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Packages with instant noodles, we are called "hobo-pack", as they are affordable, even homeless people.
As a garnish are also used:
- Potatoes (boiled, fried in sunflower oil or lard, as well as mashed potatoes)
- Different cereals (buckwheat, rice), and boiled peas, cabbage or vegetable ragout
Semolina porridge and millet grains - is independent dishes. Also used as a separate dish vegetable stew very different composition, or made at home or bought in the form of semi-finished products.
The main course during the day is a meat soup. It's cooked vegetables in a meat broth. Meat from which broth is cooked, cut into small pieces and put in a bowl of soup or, more rarely, on a separate plate. Often cabbage soup with potatoes (shchi), or with the addition of beet (bor
Love's bet"Death would be a kindness for me.." I whispered softly, I'd always felt this regret at living. I couldn't quite explain it but Gabe knew me better then most and I could never hide that from him.Love's bet6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You shouldn't say things like that to me." Gabe replied, his voice soothed my heart "We never know how much time we have."
"I'll die young." I replied flippantly, "Go out in a blaze of glory before I reach my 30's. Just watch."
I turned away from him trying to hide the emotion in my face, looking at the trees in the distance. Our secret place was the only place I could meet him anymore. If my parents knew about him they'd be furious.
"No you won't." Gabe said slowly as he turned me to face him, "I won't let you. You mean more to me then that. You never see the good in yourself, always so focused on the negative. I wish I could get through to you."
"What good?" I replied irritated, "My whole life has been about church, doing what other people wish. Being used, abused, and completely
Memories..Memories..5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the first time I saw you.
Sad...that's how you looked.
I couldn't let you go on like that ....
Lending a hand ..I helped pick you up..
Giving you the confidence you needed to go on ..
Step by step holding your hand , we made it
Made it through the darkness ,
Coming out with more than friendship.
Coming out with a deep love ..a great love...
able to withstand anything that came our way.....
But then you had to leave....leave to a place far away ......
waiting for me you said. With your last breath you promised ,
and then i had to let you go. My heart broke..into a million pieces
and so many memories filled my mind...
The way you held my hand ....
the way your breath tickled my neck ...
the intensity of your kisses .....
the smell of your skin......
Now you're gone and
and all i have left are your memories ....
Memories we made together out of love and friendship
then i changed.Home used to be a place.then i changed.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It used to mean quiet mornings with loud sibling voices, sunlight streaming through the dust speckled windows to paint the room with summer. I remember being seven and waking up to my parent's laughter, stumbling into the kitchen of oak to watch them leaning into one another over the coffee table. The tile on the floor was cold, but I remember thinking that the house was warm.
Home was a place of safety during the storms, where rain could batter but could never get in. It was the cream colored carpet and the fire blazing during the winter months. It was where I chased the small lop-eared puppy up the stairs and where exhaustion trailed after me on the way down every morning. It was comforting and familiar. It was where the smells were always sweet no matter whether it was half-baked cookies or lemon wood cleaner. It was mine.
Then things changed. I changed.
The walls dissolved and the people dispersed. Home became a word I didn't have a definition for. I
A Moment of MagicThe phrase echoed in my mind as I stood in the trees next to the brook and looked down at her little face.A Moment of Magic6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Do you believe in fairies?"
Her little voice was soft and innocent - her dark, deep eyes looked up at me with a twinkle of excitement - and it brought back memories from long ago.
I doubted my own thoughts. I didn't want to mislead my child.
But I remember it as though it had been a dream. I had been half my height and my hair was long - much like hers. It was in this very place that I had seen the little twinkling lights at dusk. I had been sitting under that tree over there, pondering my life. I was about to get up and go home because of the cold when it happened.
They seemed like fireflies, but more graceful...
So long ago... sometimes I still wonder if it ever happened at all.
Yet I now looked down at her little dreamy face, and I could not shatter those dreams when there was the tiniest portion of doubt in my mind. Perhaps fairies did exist - and perhaps they visited me year
The ColdYou were my world,The Cold5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My one and only
But when you left
A bitter, wintry cold engulfed my heart
You were my sun
And as you faded,
I could feel the frost surrounding me
You left me, standing there
In the silent, blue cold
The snow fell merrily, but my tears fell
You were gone
As quickly as
My cold, silver breath
As it evaporates into the air, leaving me with nothing
How I longed to be with you
So I followed you,
Prolonging the cold
I found you
By the creek we used to swim at
Where we used to laugh,
And I would gaze at you
But the water was freezing and icy
The plants surrounding it brittle and dead,
The big rocks in its depths were shining with ice, half engulfed with the freezing water
Void of all life
You saw me, and turned to me
Your cheeks red and your skin warm
I staggered forward,
I threw myself into your arms
My body was engulfed in your radiating warmth
Slowly you put your arms around me, too
Your small body gripping me
A girl I used to knowThere used to be a girlA girl I used to know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who I'd talk to everyday
We always had a laugh
And had so much to say
But one day she dissapeared
Just vanished into mid-air
I don't know where she went
It's as if she was never there
A long time later she came back
But she was a subject of change
She was like a different person
Even her touch felt strange
Everytime I see her now
I think back to how it used to be
Now she has returned however
She barely even remembers me
There is a girl I know
Who I see everyday
But we no longer talk
As we have nothing to say
Ghostly LamentThey raised up a fireGhostly Lament6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Singing like the town crier
Searing with fetid desire
I burn with a fever
They told you "Leave her"
It's best just to "Grieve her"
I wanted you to stay
You went so far away
I died the next day
Now I roam these streets
Such mental treats
Longing for heartbeats
The silence it haunts
That simple violence taunts
Alone, it daunts
My love, I'll find you
I'll make you be true
Leaving me you will come to rue
Will You Hate Me?Will you hate me because I'm not like you?Will You Hate Me?6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because I don't do the things you want me too?
because I don't fit into your society?
Because you like to knock me down and keep on mocking me
because i dont work hard enough
because my best isn't good enough
or is it because i dont show enough
or because im not the perfect daughter?
the better question is
I can't bee like you
why do you want me to
I know Im going to hell already why make m go twice
better yet I know you want me to go all the time
You know what so what
I'm not like you I'm me
You have to realize I have my own identity
I fell apart once then I fell apart twice
over and over again
Why do you want me to go down another time?
I'm not falling again not to be pressured by my supposed sin
You know you act like you hate me no matter what
that's fine I don't care a few more years and I will be out of here
your house you're rules so boring I might drool
I might be a messy gay drama queen
and I might be a little mean
OrdinaryMost people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.Ordinary6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You w
Letters you'll never readletter 1 - your best friendLetters you'll never read5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I like how you're always so happy when you see me. you can be really hyper and annoying sometimes [most of the time] but you're still my favorite four legged animal.
letter 2 - your [first] crush
Just a big 4 year crush i had there. by that time i was that sweet, innocent shy girl who didn't know what love was [i still don't know] but seriously, i'm pretty sure i wanted to marry you.
letter 3 - your parents
You know i love you, but i'm not that much of a kid anymore. you can stop me from doing mistakes but i usually learn by making them. Can i live my life the way i want, please?
letter 4 - your sibling (or closest relative)
We used to fight alot when we were younger. you're the kind of person that knows what she wants, do what she wants and gets what she wants. i've always been jealous of you because you could do anything without getting in trouble. ps: stop worrying about everything, you're talented.
letter 5 - your dreams