Why Fall In LoveThere are always the cynical ones,Why Fall In Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those who could really care less
And they say,
"Why fall in love?
I don't need anybody else.
It's just a waste of energy and time."
Well, one does not ever mean to fall in love.
It's a natural occurrence in all human beings.
You never realize it
Until you hear them laugh and
smile at the sound.
See them sad and
instantly long to make it better.
Feel them smile at you and
want to freeze that moment forever.
It's a disorder of the brain,
But it feels so good;
An addling of the mind,
Yet it brings you so much more happiness and
than you've had in a long while.
And even if it doesn't work out,
No matter what happens
You will be happy if they are.
Jenga Is a Dangerous GameJenga Is a Dangerous Game3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
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.
SkyeShe was as blind and beautiful as her namesake,Skye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever changing and evolving with the seasons of her mind.
She hid not a single emotion.
She always said what she was feeling.
Her face betrayed her, and she knew it not.
If you needed someone to talk to, she was there.
Every sensation experienced showed clear;
Even if you didn't want to see.
Sometimes you even forgot she was there.
She was calm, catastrophic, serene, stormy, heartbreaking, deep, confusing, ponderous, perfect, haunting, mysterious, amazing, inexplicable...
(And, of course, always nice to look at.)
Say Cheese.Hey, you can smile, right?Say Cheese.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go ahead. Smile for us.
If you don't, people will complain you're depressed and ask questions.
So, come on. Lift the corners of your mouth (like this, see?) into a curved line. There we go. Nice and sweet. Kind of like those kisses he used to give you.
Next, say you're fine. Add more artificiality if they don't believe you. Hold back tears.
When the worrisome inquirer finally gives up and leaves, hide all feelings that may prove problematic.
The next day, wake up.
WordsmithsTo all those who admire me, admire any authorWordsmiths3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(simply for being a lunatic which in all tongues is called a writer):
There is something you must understand.
These words are not ours.
We did not create them.
They simply sit, waiting quietly in the dusty wings of our brain.
We are the directors of the play, telling the words where they must go, what message they must give to the audience, what they must represent.
The words, so quiet and compliant,
Impact others if we know how to use them skillfully.
For we are just hoping you will enjoy the show.
Maybe I'm Not...As brilliant as Sherlock Holmes.Maybe I'm Not3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...As inspiring as Mahatma Gandhi.
...As beautiful as Princess Diana.
...As humble as Mother Theresa.
But I know that I am
A good, loyal, true friend.
And that counts for something...
*Ideas we set in ink*3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not mirror reality.
No matter how hard we think,
Our words are not actuality.
In writing, all that one can do
Is wish upon an asterisk
And hope that wish comes true.
We Are What We Repeatedly Do.I am laughter.We Are What We Repeatedly Do.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am song.
I am deception.
I am wrong.
I am gossip.
I am shame.
I am anger.
I am pain.
I am kindness.
I am light.
I am goodness.
I am right.
I am envy.
I am sin.
I am hatred.
I am gin.
I am charity.
I am truth.
I am promise.
I am youth.
I am neglect.
I am dope.
I am progress.
I am hope.
Forget tsunamis.Man:Forget tsunamis.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The world's first
MusicMessenger of emotionMusic3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Simple yet complex
Indescribable by all accounts
Comforting to the soul
Dear SocietyPaint me over.Dear Society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your words, your rules, your regulations;
Your policies, contracts,your abominations.
With your lies, judgments, sins,infatuations;
Your hate, your order, your secret combinations.
Stifle creativity, unravel joy,
Throw around common sense
Like it's just a toy.
Redefine our limits, standards,
Color outside the lines.
You are in charge, not those who designed you,
So go ahead and polish 'til you shine.
Once you've gone and had your fun,
You'll be completely smooth.
Of course, it's better for everyone,
No ugly semblance of truth.
It'll be just as Montag said,
Nothing to bother us.
Nothing to hinder us.
So I'm just here to say:
I'm done fighting you.
I don't want to anymore.
So I'm giving you permission.
You can wipe me across the floor.
After all, I'm just an air bubble,
Standing between you and total control.
I'll just sit back as you crush me,
Watching society take its own toll.
What it Isn't, What it Ain'tBeauty isn't makeup.What it Isn't, What it Ain't3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty isn't paint.
Beauty isn't purchased.
Beauty isn't; it just ain't.
It's not a thing to be desired.
It comes all on its own.
Even if you have none, don't you worry:
Here is a secret not widely known.
Beauty isn't on the surface.
It's all on the inside.
This kind of pretty can't be faked,
Although many have tried.
It all depends: What's in your soul?
A princess or an ugly troll?
The qualities that you possess
(Like friendship, loyalty, truth, kindness)
Are what make you attractive.
Now go find your ever-after.
''Aaaahhhh!!'' I screamed as the ugly, gray monster brought me closer to his mouth. No! This can’t be happening! I thought. Frantically I struggled against the clawed, leathery fingers that held me in a herculean grip. "Aaauughhh!! HELLP!!" I screeched, completely losing my mind, and the horned beast smiled wickedly, slowly reeling me in.''Aaaahhhh!!''2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This wasn’t supposed to happen to me! I thought, panicky. Even when I pushed at them from every angle, trying to find a weak spot, the fingers refused to budge. Ever since I heard about the shenanigans all the other princesses got into, I firmly decided I, savvy and street-smart as I was, was going to lead a safe, fashionable life back at the castle and avoid all that crap. So far it had been going pretty well — the worst thing I had encountered so far were blisters, from dancing all night — but now this!
How did I possibly allow myself to get in this situation?! I que
BracesOmnipresent steelBraces3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Attempts to escape my mouth
From the inside out.
Leaden.Upon my mind, she weighs as leadLeaden.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her face will never leave my head.
For when I close my eyes I see
the depths of hers come back to me.
I have not seen her recently
but my sight holds a memory.
Upon the lids of both my eyes
the image of her beauty lies.
The AgencyPart 1: TroubleThe Agency3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it…”
These words were all too familiar to me. I was a trusted spy in the Agency and had worked for them for years. This time, my mission was to take a mysterious silver briefcase to an unknown ally of ours. All I had to do was take it to him, and then my mission would be complete. I was to protect it with my life.
As to what was in the briefcase, exactly, nobody quite knew. But I didn't doubt the Agency. Nobody did. Your complete trust and dedication was required, and nothing less was accepted. Our job is dangerous, but we know the risks. Otherwise, we wouldn't be doing it.
Anyhow, I started out on a crisp, clear Saturday morning. The air was chilly, and I looked around, checking the area for any potential threats. Though I looked like any other businessman on his way to work, one never knew what could b
SoonMist.Soon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like so many missed opportunities, the crystalline water
Dances and dissipates
Against the wind.
For a moment, I glimpse a rainbow there, shimmering faintly;
I ask myself,
What is at the end of my rainbow?
RealThe velvety backdrop is punctured by a thousand icy pinpricks of diamond;Real3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clarity of it all
Brings a smile to my lips.
Though the trees may tremble at the sight,
This is where I go for peace.
The penetrating wind
Washes over me;
The crashing of its waves
Makes no sound in my ears.
The worries of the world
Are painted over by the brush of night,
Finally becoming as insignificant as they actually are.
I bathe in the starlight as
fake it till you make iti don't want to live on this planet anymore.fake it till you make it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i'm packing a rocketship to mars
(no you're not invited),
where the seasons don't change and
the people forget.
i can learn to forget too just give me some time.
i can write an entire book on how to lose your memories,
if you want.
you might want to find someone else
to help you make those memories though, because
i'm the kind of person who's never seen a shooting star
but sits in the dark
when there are meteor showers outside.
i'm also the kind of person who ignores your phone calls
and hides under her blanket.
maybe for the same reason.
make a paper crane. burn it, starting with its head.
the wings should be last, don't make something that can't fly.
(i can't imagine being a penguin.)
build a wall. anywhere.
maybe you can even tear it down afterwards.
change your favorite color from his eyes to
something that can't hurt you- like maybe
grass green or baby blanket yellow.
maybe buy a n
Daring - Prologue "Which one of you dares to dream?"Daring - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was the demand fired into the ancient hall, full of potential young witches and wizards. Seated on frigid, stony, benches, the pupils remained silent. Some had their heads bowed, ready for the end; others stared back silently in loud defiance; the rest looked anywhere, anywhere but me.
The deadly barrage of words resumed.
"Which one of you humans, worthless beings, dares to believe, think, imagine, aspire, inspire, hope, create! Which of you has started it? I know there is something different about you. I can see it in your eyes. Ohh, yes," he hissed, seething, flicking his snake tongue at them, in and out, in and out. "You are different from the others. I can smell it. I can practically feel it, radiating from you in foul, invisible waves!" he shouted, quivering with rage. "Which one of you is acting so rebellious, so unmanageable, so high abo
Spine, But No Backbone.I am nothing much to look at.Spine, But No Backbone.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those who judge by appearances have a proclivity to
Belittle, disparage, spurn my plain face.
I am a prophet, a comfort,
Full of secrets, lies, truths;
Look in me and see yourself.
I am passive; I vary.
A container of words…
A thousand years old,
Wise: a teacher, a spokesman, a translator