LimboHeaven was my head laying on your lap, your fingers swimming through my hair, feeling the individual strands, hearing your murmurs of how soft it was. It was waking up the next day and you being the first thing I see, your face so serene with messy black hair in your eyes.Limbo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hell was my mind boiling in the juices of own jealousy [being not the lamb but the leper], my spiked tongue lashing out at you for a seemed wrong, for falling in the arms of another. I would have given something, anything... everything to call you mine.
I knew where I once stood, where I was each time... but where am I now?
:: Fear ::Fear to love.:: Fear ::4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fear to see.
What will become of me?
Chai LatteI drink in your smell,Chai Latte3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's somehow soft,
and telling of long winter nights,
under piles and blankets,
and giggles, and lost kisses,
planted on noses,
It's a tiresome summers,
eve, where I'm sat,
in a bedouin tent,
surrounded by cushions,
and unfamiliar smells,
of shisha; and spice,
Cinnamon and nutmeg,
habak tea and mint,
Laughing with people,
I've only just met,
and dancing to music,
I've never heard,
It's a late spring morning,
with words hanging in the air,
Telling tales of camel rides,
and sunsets, and coin belts; and more,
It's a soft hug from a sister,
I love more than earth,
and a reminder of boom shanka,
of all I've forgotten,
It's a cool autumn, afternoon,
Curled up in a jacket,
three sizes too big,
lying in the garden,
as leaves fall around me,
bright reds and yellows,
and warm spice browns,
It's memories of markets,
and strings of lanterns.
It's a comfort I take solace in,
A link to the world I've lost.
Plus OneI've died a thousand deaths today.Plus One3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you mean?
One- heart entagngled in razor wire.
Two- Inhaled too quickly and I stopped breathing.
And so and so on.
I wouldn't wish an artist's life on my worst enemy.
I don't get it.
Be happy you don't.
But what do you mean by dying?
Have you ever stepped on broken glass?
Hurts, doesn't it?
Imagine walking a thousand miles through a desert
Sand gritting against bloody soles
Digging into jell-o bones,
No oxygen, no nothing,
But a burning reminder of what was?
You're being weird again.
Maybe. But that's how it's like, for me, at least.
Or maybe I'm not being clear. Let's say,
You're holding a delicate flame, encased in fine crystal,
And you're trying to carry it without dropping it
Over paper thin ice in the dead of winter,
And you can't let go
You can't let go
Can't let go
I'd call you stupid.
You'd be right.
Then why would you do that?
Because that flame
Is more goddam
While You LastedYou're quite the survivor,While You Lasted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, you've held on through all of this
The dents and scrapes
And broken times.
I thought that you,
Of all people
Could make it through this
'Cause you were the survivor.
There you go.
You were fun while you lasted.
Sunshine SmilesI cup your chin and plant a kiss that germinates and blooms into something twice as beautiful as any ordinary rose: your smile.Sunshine Smiles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You ask me what I want to be when I grow up. I tell you I want to be yours. You tell me you have aspirations and goals and a list of things to do. I tell you I've got no plans tonight.
I need some peace and quiet to forget the nonchalance of your fingertips crawling across my shoulders. The way you make me shiver, you could be an arctic wind. The way you keep me warm, you could be the desert sun.
"How did you get so wonderful?" "I met you."
Such simple words make themselves comfortable in my memory. They're not ever leaving. Impossibilities may flood the world around them, but they're rooted in my brain.
Birthday gifts and well-wishes are overlooked the moment that I catch your eye. I told you I didn't want anything but you. I bet you'd look cute in wrapping paper.
You are perfection personified. The sun shines when you smile. The storm clouds form
banana fudgeHe was like a song I wasn't sure I liked or not yet.banana fudge2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But I'm trying to be more open-minded about music, so today when he carefully placed my hand in his (as if he were asking permission), I smiled a little.
I said, "I'll allow it. But only for today."
He smiled too, only it was more like a smirk because we both knew it wasn't just for today. We were tiptoeing right along the precipice, even though the ground was about two feet down.
Hey, wait. Slow down, heart. I don't know that for sure...
~(Meanwhile, a few months later)~
I am positively nutty for this song.
There isn't a single one like it in the world.
Open Me UpOpen me up.Open Me Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cracking bones, tugging veins, puncturing lungs.
Every piece of my rib cage and every vital organ in my body: twisted.
Stomping on promises and hope, this was not supposed to happen.
(You were not supposed to give in and I am not supposed to forgive.)
I did not know that love could ever be so fickle.
My heart beat raced for you, longing, wanting, loving, promising, needing.
But I was wrong and I don't know where that happened.
-Twisting and tumbling through my arteries, you spewed lies into me and I was thrown off balance.
(No matter how many times I can possibly be told otherwise, I always end up blaming myself.)
You knew it was important and you knew it was special and you knew how in love I was.
Betrayal was always too close for comfort.
(And you thought that I was the one that didn't deserve trusting?)
My splintered bones are still awaiting the final blow that makes it impossible for me to forgive you but it is not coming and I can not stay away from you.
(You should ha
InkInk bleeds from my woundsInk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My razor my pen
I write these words
From which dead trees swaying in the wind
And rotting flower pedals that float in the breeze flow from
I bleed till my heart beats no more words
And my last words will be
Micaela.It was time for you to leave,Micaela.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now you should see the scars through my sleeve.
You had taught me how to have fun,
But now I fear that has all been un-done.
If only you could see what I've become...
You may have left long ago,
But I am still missing you though.
Where are you now?
I feel empty in-side without you here.
People say I'll get over it, but I don't care.
Without you I find life hard to bear.
Do you know when you will come back?
I feel my pains and sorrows starting to stack.
I feel like a complete and utter fool,
Beginning to cry when I see your old friends at school.
They are a constant reminder of you.
Though you have returned to the U.S.A,
I hope to again, see you some day.
I will wait for that day to arrive.
It shall be for all that I strive.
I miss you,
And for that I will stay alive.
Always remember that;
I'll miss you, forever.
Mother's LamentDaughter, daughterMother's Lament4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
sad and pale,
your gold hair hid
by widow's veil -
so sad the ending
of your tale,
no word to make it right.
The summer sun
has passed you by -
so many tears
I've watched you cry.
I touch your hand
but you just sigh,
I cannot ease your pain.
He left you here
to wait alone
as he fought wars
so far from home -
your fingers touch
his cold headstone
as you walk in cold sunlight.
I look at you,
you look at me -
your eyes are lost
and so lonely.
I wonder what
could set them free
and make you smile again?
censorsthe insatiable desire to put words to paper, thought to fire, thoughts on firecensors2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in the schism between mind, body, and soul
the free-falling, three-way partition that leaves emptiness whole
someone shut the censors off
catatonic, collapse of the system now
looking to the white walls for a way out
shades of grey in rainbows, burnin up
the star-lit sky, glow justified
unsettled tick of a second gone by, it's just a lie, the clock is a liar
as the object on the wall tracks time yet nothing at all
cyclic motion, determination of fear, boasting only how long we've been rotting here
someone shut the censors up
medicated, distraught with the fixation
grasping at broken straws for cessation
shades of grey in rainbows, burnin up
the star-lit sky, glow justified
fireworks burst in the faded cosmos, truths that follow, are hard to swallow
with the dying embers of transition blindly yearning for remission
lingering scream, floating out in the open, begging for an ear but there's no hoping
Coffee Shop RomanceYoung manCoffee Shop Romance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You asked me to watch your
I said sure and
Looked up and
My god you were cute
When you came back you said thanks and
We smiled at one another and
Our gazes lingered
Just a bit
I don't think it was my imagination
We spent the next half hour or so
Jiggling our legs and
Shifting our bodies and
Of one another out of the corners of our
You watched me type and
I watched you read and
We both pretended we were just as alone
As we had been before
But of course now there was
Now there was
I know you wanted to say something
But didn't know how to
So instead you just cleared
Now and then and
I smiled at my computer screen and
I left when my tea and battery got low
Refusing to care
Whether you watched me
As I walked out of the coffee shop
And into the rain.
FallingAsleepInFrostbiteArmsTake me back.FallingAsleepInFrostbiteArms4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mind. mine. SATISFACTION
capture the butterfly. nightmares of pupa stage.
F R O Z E N
but i'm flying
it's an ice capsule. a cage.
memories to throttle the moment.
but mostly, just cold.
shriek me into seams. frost falling through.
artic jaws and icicle incisors
please don't bite
disfigure my passion.
(it has passed.)
asking for feather membranes to burst through my shoulder blades.
because if I could fly
I could find you.
but it's sand escaping palm.
timelines cracking into hourglass.
can you grasp the shards
of moments long since shattered.
s l i p p i n g
into present tense
razors with the slice of iceberg hands.
loving the hypodermic needles of your subzero grasp.
shuddering with relief.
but something says:
MercyYou're like a fallen angelMercy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dusty doll on the shelf
Your eyes still to the ceiling
Counting the seconds
The spans between the rise and fall of your chest
Cutting through the torture
Tracing the bites on your stomach with shaking fingers
Drunk behind the gym during class
Yearning and mourning
Nothing but a scared little boy
Face pressed to the filthy bus window
Watching mommy wave goodbye
You're a broken wine glass
Shattered between stiletto heels
Branded with ruby lipstick and the stick of apple wine
Babe, don't try to shove your bruised knuckles in your empty pockets
Brush it off
Shake your blonde head and smile
Tell yourself that you're going to be fine
Not moving a muscle
Deceit in the corners of your eyes
No bend in the sides of your mouth
Begging for mercy
love for the authorI love the way that writers are.love for the author4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I love the way that when i write, my head crowds with multitudes of delightfull words, and in a split second sorts through each and every one, turning it over, comparing, listening to the sounds and shapes the words make before providing my hands with a perfectly formed droplet of deception. Because when a person is writing, it is possible to truly express when you feel ecstatic and dizzy with happiness, as if you could never in the entire of existance love anyone but this divine creature gracing your lips with their miracles.
Or explain the pain you feel, when you lose that person to fate. cruel harsh fate that has mauled your heart, bringing insanity accompanied by grief and crushing the brightest spark in your entire life in its palm.
I am amazed that writers can convey their imaginations into words, share hero's and villains, and sweeping ancient mountainsides, and luminescant worlds being held together by four decrepid elephants on a turtles back .
Infinite EuphoriaPlease, pleaseInfinite Euphoria3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold me and never let go
You're all I ever want
Stay here forever
In this Infinite Euphoria
I never knew that words
Could elicit such emotion
The world's more beautiful than I thought
I was trapped in darkness
Without a light to guide me
I was so lost
I needed something
A light, a voice
And you reached out with your hand
We're not perfect
But you make me feel whole
In this Infinite Euphoria
I can't put it into words
Or sounds, or even motions
But I guess actions will have to do
Say those words again
When you do, I fly
Just be you and be there
I've forgotten what darkness is
I'll be here
To take your problems away
To share this Infinite Euphoria
If birds can fly with wings
And clouds can float with air
Then I can soar with happiness
We know the truth
We're too smart to be blind
But let's ignore it for now
Maybe with enough
The ignored won't exist
I promise to be
All that you want or need
For as long as you shal
SpringThe sky is cryingSpring3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thunder rages
Rain is warm
Melt the snow
First spring storm
Right now just clouds
Soon after the sun
Right now just wait
For summer to come
Empty ShelvesI first remember holding a pencil when I was six years old. It was really what I could only describe as a fantastic feeling. Rather than a pencil, I felt as if I was holding the world in my hands, like I had a power that no one else possessed. It was an amazing feeling.Empty Shelves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I decided I wanted to write for newspapers at an early age. My older brother was a paperboy who delivered the newspaper every morning down the street. Sometimes I would join him and run alongside, holding our own copy in my hands. The other boys my age admired how he threw the paper from so far away with such force, almost like it was a baseball being thrown to home plate. I, however, would read the paper every morning and stand bewildered at how much literary genius fueled its contents. Almost as if this each and every edition of that newspaper were the greatest novel our century had ever seen.
The day I turned nine years old, two amazing things took place. The first was that my father bought us a typewriter. Rather, h
What If..."The power cuts have become more frequent.What If...3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It has been growing gradually, the power shortage. It had to happen. They are building a militaristic state after all.
People had been forced out of their jobs and made to join the movement. Those who resisted - died.
All that meant goodbye to the old way of life. We have to scavenge now. Reduced to a hunter-gatherer way of being. In a country which took pride in being a sovereign and secular republic.
Did I tell you that they are cannibals? Not Zombies. People who are not sick, not insane, or the cursed undead. Cannibals.
Yea… the brainwashing had begun early and their furious lectures to the masses had caught on like wildfire. They now believe that eating the flesh of the enemy would give them strength and virility.
Did you know that some of the oldest cannibal tribes on the planet believe the same?
Its funny, the things people will believe and do when they are given a target and blinded by hatred.
It had been festering in them for a
Machetes of Sharpened RomancePacify fractions of numerical nonsense, me muttering mulch out of mouth. Mixing up puddles muddled from feeling.Machetes of Sharpened Romance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Glance stolen. Romance, I know not the hollowed sound. Muscles lack palpitation; a heart fossilized from motion.
Irrational limbs scrambling to secure someone's existence. That one candle, these hysterical hands simply will not allow it. But who's watching you struggle?
Scalpel knowledge, the power to split a mind. Why must the "innocent" light of day highlight desperation so critically?
Spinal-fluid and tattoo glitter. Seep Me Dry.
Crisp wings; butterflies aching to be torn from symmetry.
bystanders: are you vulnerable?
Information to soft underbelly. Innards spilling into mud.
Hidden Beneath the StairsHidden Beneath the StairsHidden Beneath the Stairs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the darkened stairs I pause.
Weary of the shadowed claws.
Whose massive strength will pull me down.
Far beyond the monsters frown.
Into a blackened hole of death.
There I take my final breath.
Right before I feel the pain.
The reaper's cold kiss that is lain.
AHHHH! I scream ...
Consciousness from a dream.
I awaken upon my living room floor.
Should I leap to reach the door?
The beasts lurking are impatient.
For me to trip would be convenient.
A hiss, a howl, a silent cry.
Frightfully, disturbing sounds I won't deny.
With the courageousness of a lion, I scale the stairs to my room.
Missing my impaling doom.
That is, until the following night.
The threat is still there for me to fight.
Will that be the day I take my heavenly flight?
Hidden Beneath the Stairs Copyright © Nicole Lichaj