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 bet5 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
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 beverages3 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
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 Magic5 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 Cold4 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
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
Eternal Yesterday..Eternal Yesterday..5 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..
Taboo Tattoos and LesbiansMy mother used to tell me,Taboo Tattoos and Lesbians10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she took a long drag of stale nicotine,
That I should stay away from lesbians,
Because they would make me take up smoking.
What she didn't know
Was that I thought cigarettes would make me skinny.
My unfounded and irrational
Fear and attraction to the utterly beautiful was born.
I had fallen for breasts before I grew my own,
and took to the internet with my misguided teachings,
as so many seem to do.
And there, in a ten-year-old's Google search for “sexy boobies”,
I found my first love.
A nameless ivory queen with a butterfly under her chest, and a tree branch on her ribs.
Similar to her explosions of fury at the idea of lesbians,
My mother had warned me about tattoos,
With threats of cancer, the plague, and the death of my first born over my head.
And as a girl with her shoelaces always untied,
who only looked one way before crossing the road,
I lived on the dangerous side of life and was naturally smitten.
Ghostly LamentThey raised up a fireGhostly Lament5 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
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
To Build A HumanTo Build A Human4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wonder if I died last night.
I once wondered if I had died the night before. And that's not even the strangest thought I had that fateful day. But perhaps I should start from the beginning
I had been thinking about the troubling philosophical issue regarding the hypothetical teleportation device that uses quantum entanglement to instantaneously transfer data, then uses that data to exactly replicate the individual in the new place and simultaneously destroy the original. The new copy is like a twin with all the same memories of the original, right up to the event of the teleportation, creating a perfect illusion of transportation to everyone, including the replicant, who would have first person memory of the lifetime of the original and therefore believe himself to be the original. The only party for whom this fax machine from hell fails is the original, who is stifled by nonexistence.
So how can one be certain of this tragic flaw without experiencing it fi
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
Lies Told to Children1. There is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You can end your family’s financial troubles if you can find it.Lies Told to Children2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. Your older brother just said duck. Really.
3. Once a tooth detaches itself from your gum you should put that mass of dead cells and bacteria under your pillow. A fairy will enter your room once you are sleeping and exchange your tooth for money. Why your tooth is worth 5 cents when your classmate gets ten dollars is irrelevant, the tooth fairy has her reasons.
4. The bully is just jealous of you, if you do not respond they will leave you alone.
5. A magical elderly man watches you year round and judges you with his moral standards. Once a year he will enter your home via chimney. Trust this man, for his perception of good and evil is undisputed. Should he find you worthy of reward he will leave gifts, if he sees the wickedness in your soul he will leave coal. Coal is pretty helpful if you need fuel for a fire or want payback next year.
6. Nothing is wrong.
.I tattooed your name.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
across my heart but
I told the artist
don't go too deep,
these things don't
last forever, you know.
Will You Hate Me?Will you hate me because I'm not like you?Will You Hate Me?5 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
The music is gone.I remember emotionThe music is gone.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like the deaf recall a tune.
I still have the notion,
But even that will be gone soon.
The songs are muffled at first,
But the notes remain.
I can still be immersed
In musical joy and pain.
But like a copy of a copy of a copy,
Notes are lost and misplaced,
The whole thing gets sloppy,
A masterpiece defaced.
Finally, the end of the blaze
The last notes die in a frost
Leaving the profound malaise
That something beautiful was lost.
Dead is the feeling I once had.
Left in a mute concert hall,
I wonder how it can hurt so bad,
To feel nothing at all.
OrdinaryMost people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.Ordinary5 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