HateI really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.Hate7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy.
Why I hate Justin Bieber Quite a few people have asked me why I hate the insufferable wretch that is Justin Bieber as much as I do. Well, it’s not just his horrible music that makes me burn with an extreme hatred every time I even hear about him. There’s a rather sad story behind this.Why I hate Justin Bieber2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
About two or three years ago, when he was in his major prime, (which was about the time I first got into anime, and this will come into the story later.) I had a friend. I shall only refer to her as “Marlene”* for now. I knew Marlene for many years, and we rode the bus together. Marlene was a tomboy at the time. She was one of the best soccer players I knew, and she was amazing at drumming. And then, that fateful day arrived. She was using her phone on the bus, and I couldn’t help but glance over at her wallpaper. To my utter disbelief, it was a picture of Justin Bieber. I asked her, “Hey, did your little sister mess with your phone or something? You may want to check your wallpaper.
Sharp Objects I remember when it all beganSharp Objects2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said "Hello"
And took my hand
You said "How are you?"
As if you cared
You said "I can help you"
I was scared
You said "I'll show you"
And that you did
You said "I love you"
And that was it
You said "I hate you"
I wanted more
You said "I'll hurt you"
Still wasnt sure
You said "I will kill you"
I didnt care
The Blame Game. The Blame GameThe Blame Game.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How about we play a game.
So we will know who is to blame.
We'll spin the dice and take a turn.
And hurt each other until it burns.
I can't believe what you have done.
Filled us with lies of Kingdom come.
You preached of a God oh so great.
Yet now it seems we are of different fates
There will be no hypocrites beyond His door.
Nor salvation for the wicked to their core.
No place for the deceitful with silver tongues
or those who have been lost since they were young.
For you who cant stand to see your mother.
Have only become a dreadful bother.
Spewing your hate from here to there.
You will one day face a life so bare.
You speak of a Kingdom and Father's love,
Yet when faced a problem; were the first to shove.
A coward hiding behind twisted lies.
Then questioned why we broke all ties.
Don't get me started on your transgressions.
Your problems you caused with pure aggression.
You fought, and screamed, and manipulated.
Your husbands left beaten and berated
Love Him Like YouHe's there for me.Love Him Like You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cares so much.
Do anything to see me smile.
But I still don't love him like you.
I told him my secrets
And he told me his
And we both accepted each other.
But I still don't love him like you.
I hurt him bad
And he still stayed
And wiped away my tears.
But I still don't love him like you.
You hurt me so bad
And completely disappeared.
I have no reason to love you.
Why can't I love him like you?
Last night,I broke every bone in my bodyLast night,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I could have a reason to drown
in the isolated ocean inside me.
when my dilapidated lungs finally caved in,
I swam ashore and crawled across the polluted sand.
Only glass-edged skin
and salt-licked eyelashes
can help me now.
Conversation With A GodShe calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything, however for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin shines like the polished face of a seashell, with as many colors swimming across it.Conversation With A God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks beside me with her face raised to the sun, and as I glance back I see that her footsteps in the sand are filled with water.
‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll dry out?’ I as,k because it is the first thing that comes to my mind, and instantly I know I sound foolish.
‘I can not,’ she replies and her voice sounds like water running over stones. ‘I may walk a thousand years in the desert, and when I am done, it will be an ocean.’
She does not look at me as she speaks, she keeps her face to the sun which shines meekly through the wisps of clouds, still low over t
TransgenderTransgender I always thought strange.Transgender2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is in a pronoun change?
Don't understand what gender means.
Just a label it would seem.
Sealing yourself in a different box,
Boarded up, covered in locks.
Why can't we just break free?
Won't anyone join in with me?
No longer define by a gender.
No meaning behind him or her.
These labels won't get you far.
Everyone should be who they are.
I paint with a pen.I paint with a pen, why is that so absurd?I paint with a pen.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That instead of acrylics I draw with the word.
The desk is my easel, my colours are few,
For this line of work I need only two.
I think of the rainbow as a tad O.T.T,
Good old black and white are the colours for me.
I cannot imagine how we'd live without text!
Without written instruction, what would we do next?
Mobile phones are pointless, shove the books in the bin,
From Your Fingertips (You Let It Go)She dreams of frost at night. It seeps from her skin, spreading out to daintily touch the floor, the windows, the wall, the ceiling, completely encircling her in the room, until its been wound so tight she can’t even hear anything aside from her own breathing, just in and out, in and out. An odd comfort, to say the least, but she can’t help but find that in that confinement of her own making - such a blatant, unchangeable prison of her subconscious - she’s never felt more free.From Your Fingertips (You Let It Go)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(it spreads out with a single touch, spreading and flowing, crystallizing, a cover, a thin yet absolute cover with a presence soft as air itself, gently sinking into the surface itself with such security one couldn’t even doubt its importance to be there)
She dreams of snow at night. Falling and littering the ground in a slow cadence, landing on her tongue, face, gloveless hands, settling over her like a hood, numbing her ears so that all she can hears is her own heartbeat, steadil
Hansel and GretelWhat kind of motherHansel and Gretel9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sends her children out
without their shoes or coats -
nothing but a trail of crumbs
to find their way back home?
They all find their way here.
Maybe it is the scent of holidays
freshly baked inside my kitchen
or the sight of spice drops
glistering in the rampant dusk.
The children like my house -
my rich ginger carpets
so easy to get lost in
and the pink pillows
puffed and glossy with promises.
They do not notice me watching,
how my fingers slip around their wrists
to measure their meager lives
or how I can smell when
they last ate their supper.
They only smile at me
and beg for more chocolate
in greedy little voices
and ask if they can see
what's baking in my oven now.
MuselingRed wine ramblesMuseling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curdle the air, but still
you dream; half-moon
body curled in the
lamp light. I am leaving,
I am leaving, choking on
some holy word—
the floorboards creak,
a sonata for my
whilst you, hair tangled upon
the pillow, are spun gold.
Selfless Lover-RepriseI had a dream, about me and youSelfless Lover-Reprise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had finally made it
and both said I do
you were as beautiful as I remember you in life
I was your husband and you were my wife
It was the happiest day for me and you
I had another dream, about me and you
I was alone, you were with another
but that was fine, we had said adieu
I still loved you, only as a friend
You were happy, all that mattered in the end
The dream has become real it would seem
I am not angry, how could I be?
I hope you find what you are looking for
Ignore my tears, don't worry about me
We were good, that's what I will remember
I hope you are happy and loved, even if it's with another
I am here, still the selfless lover
GhostsNight time musings;Ghosts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hollow-eyed and shallow-breathed,
filling the spaces between clouds.
Quivering shadow skin
And there are voices in the dark,
lost sighs and weight upon whisper;
but, we are all whispers here.
There's A Woman In My Soup The world was spinning too fast, and Jim knew that he was going to be thrown off. A flock of porcupines flew by like the winged monkeys of Oz. Colors swirled until they mixed together and everything turned the color of mud. Trees laughed as they were uprooted, freed from their monotonous standing. Someone whispered in his ear… “You’re in the wild, wild west now, baby.” He awoke, breathing hard, behind the wheel of his ancient Pinto. Horns were honking at him as he pulled back into the proper lane. The narcoleptic episodes were becoming more frequent, and he was worried.There's A Woman In My Soup2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Janice popped a couple of painkillers without water. She was used to it, now, but she couldn’t get used to the pain in her back. It felt like knives twisting into her. The pills always made her sleepy, but there was nothing else she could do to ease the pain. She lay down on the bed and waited for them to kick in. A ‘Scrubs’ re-run was on TV. “Who put the silv
the rainfall kidshe always loved the sting of grapefruitthe rainfall kid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way the winter air kissed her skin,
leaving it pink and raw and sensitive to the touch
like the heart she tried so hard to hide.
but she never grew up, not really.
she always belonged to the rain
and never stayed in one place for too long.
she was afraid her stupid heart might dig in,
leave its roots in the people and then
it would rip and tear when she up and left.
and she never accepted the fact that
she did indeed have a heart.
she tried so hard to be hollow and
let the winter rain chill her skin and
soak into her bones so that she, too,
might be just as cold.
so she stopped believing in sunshine.
she accepted the title of rainfall kid,
and lived with thunder in her chest.
.a spider weaves.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
his silver lies on my
front door, and i
walk right in;
the flies laugh
Poetry is:Poetry is:Poetry is:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the adhesive to
a fragmented soul;
broken wings that still dream of
F L Y I N G
how snapdragons breathe stardust
and orchids perform ensembles.
when 'imagination' and 'reality' at last discover a
c r o s s r o a d s,
and rush to embrace one another with fervent limbs.
why gravity seems to f
l, taking the world with it.
what flows through the veins of every pair of [shipwrecked; star-crossed] lovers.
who I am; who I was; and who I want to be.
War and CancerI want to go backWar and Cancer8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and meet us one more time,
before the war and the cancer
took up so much of the day -
before my father could no longer
remember what the present
was supposed to mean
and your mother
could still get dressed
without losing her way.
I want to know
what it felt like
to board a plane
to somewhere hidden
and not care
if our names and faces
to walk as long
as we wanted
without the sun and moon
creating an argument.
I want to feel you
roll into my arms
where I forgot to cut the grass
and you did not
water the flowers;
to hear you
watching the cardinals
unearth the spring.
And to know once again
how this place
started becoming new.
Deux ex machinaMaybeDeux ex machina2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you should start being more
honest with yourself.
You will never be a
a sunspot on the
moon; only fallen
heroes belong there,
and your life wasn't
pitiful enough to
cavort with the stars.
The gods love a
good tragedy, but only when
they're the ones
writing the playbill. It
isn't any fun when the actors
forget their lines and
(better draw the curtains
before the performance morphs
into a comedy)
You say "I'm sorry" but in
reality the only thing
you're apologizing for is
leaving before the show
ended and reading the
wrong horoscope that day.
The Book of Excerpts: A New TreeThe Book of Excerpts: A New Tree3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The heart and mind walk hand in hand...
Baring the human soul...
Though the temptation of this trinity,
is what bellowed once and throughout history!
A tree in a garden of sacred proportions & boundaries!
Though guarded by feather and wing,
tainted by scale and horn.
There lied the tongue of icy breath
& searing words...
Behind & below Holy vision...
And there upon the finding of the foul and fallen wretch,
Were humans ever forsaken...
Grace had yet to pry its way back into the light...
Until the prime year of our Lord...
The way, the word, the light was he,
Our Lord & Savior!
Filth have we ever been by our
trapped and sinning souls...
We were saved!
Finding Grace before Salvation,
should we accept the call
Of the Son of Man!
Yet still remain...these things we call trees...
Forever growing...only to die...
As they go on to the greater garden!
Yet here, where the roots lie beneath...
and closest to Hell...
Darkness is forever a curse to the deepest of roots,
Friday NightA man walks out of the double doors, his chest a hole with a ring of fire around it. It is raining, pouring, but the fire still burns. Small dogs nip at his heels; he clutches the twelve-pack he just bought tighter and walks on. Tonight he will try to quench the fire, lay the ghosts to rest for a time, fall down the spiral. Tonight he will find Captain Hook and try to retrieve a measure of what was lost. Tonight he will go down the rabbit-hole, across the borderline, try one more time to break on through to the other side. Perform the ritual. Fight the dragon. No sleep until the sky is pinhole bright in his eyes and he's paid the price of the trip. Lips chapped and coughing up a lung, he'll stumble to his bed in the ocean, dreamless. One Saturday they'll find him staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and wonder who this man was who wore his soul on the outside.Friday Night2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MomentsRemember that time we sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus? You were quiet, like you always were, and I thought nothing of it. But then you turned to me, an unreadable look in your eyes, and you asked me what I liked most about life. I just stared at you, unsure how to answer. You seemed to take my silence as something bad.Moments10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Never mind,” You mumbled. “It was a stupid question.”
“No, no.” I hurried to assure you. “I was just thinking. What I like best about life would probably be all the little moments that happen that end up meaning so much and all the people you meet along the way.” I shrugged and you hummed, turning back to face forward.
You didn’t come to the bus stop the next day.
Remember that hot summer day, the one when it was too hot to even think? I was complaining about how much I was sweating, and you were, as usual, responding with noncommittal noises. The bus was running late that day, and I was cursing every