Loudmouth chapter 3 (book)Loudmouth chapter 3 (book)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An object starts to vibrate loudly on the table and after a few seconds, it stops.
Who could possibly send me a text message? Surprised I stand up and walk to my middle-aged Nokia. I open the message and my mouth falls open of astonishment of what I just read.
"Hey. Could we talk? Greetings, Evan." it says. How did he get my number for God's sake?
I think for a moment. Should I answer it? Can it do any harm if I do? He only wants to talk and I know that most problems can be solved with talking, but I barely know him! In that case I don't owe him a conversation. But Siope asked me if I could give him a chance. But she didn't even know what happened Friday!
I sigh and open a new text message. "Yes, sure, but how did you get my number?" I write quickly. Almost immediately an answer returns. "Long story. At two o'clock at the lake?"
The lake. I think he means the same spot as where I met him. "Okay. See you then." I text back.
Two o'clock, that's in one hour. Ah well, it's Sunda
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.Framed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends wh
Nightmare: The Only CureNightmare: The Only Cure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Only Cure
My insides burn-
Like swallowing acid
Reality slows down-
Smiling is therapeutic
Health is a virtue / Strength is torture
Alive again tomorrow / Enduring the horror
To keep on breathing
Mirrors are left sickened
Grinning back at myself
You must be enjoying this hell
Perfect possession / Muffled suffocation
Heart is racing / Sight is darkening
In these hallucinations
My skin is melting
Oh how I wish I was dreaming
Of when I finally start recovering
It's only hopeful thinking
A cure for me is a delusion
Quarantined tears / Reality's nightmare
I am beyond repair / All were well aware
A bright light shone-
Like a welcoming presence
My suffering is done-
Take away my sickness
BloodI've got a filthy mouth,Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& a house of stars
thriving in my throat.
& I still have yet to tame
this grounded constellation
I call my temple. -Slithering
tongue hissing too many
"fuck you's" against my teeth.
I fear I will write myself hollow-
or until my bones are corroded away
& I am nothing-
an insignificant nebula
orbiting the wrong atmosphere.
But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,
& words are only words, Mother.
old and time-weathered soul.Emily liked to imagine that she was from a different time.old and time-weathered soul.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d sit on her bed and smooth out the covers, fold the sheets with crisp lines and perfect, symmetrical shapes. She’d place the chipped tea cup on the bookshelf and push back the linen curtains. But she would never open her eyes. No, you see, because if she did, she would have to see the traffic that buzzed like summer bees below her and the water stain dripping down the side of her window. She’d have to admit that outside, reality was not what she wished, and, frankly, she wasn’t ready to stop pretending.
So, instead, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She imagined that beyond the four walls she called home, there were open moors and grass that swept against ankle and calf and then inner knee. She imagined that trees draped over the sides of a porch and that her Labrador was free to run amongst the unfenced wild yonder. She imagined gentle whickering coming from the n
Alone in this world.Are you okay?Alone in this world.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I am.
Are you afraid?
Yes, I am.
Will you ever be afraid of nothing?
Will you ever be completely happy?
Someday all your feelings will stop roughing
All of them are becoming scrappy.
Being okay is not what it seems
"okay" is a word of sloth
it may be a word of dreams
but mostly it's a word of both.
Sadness and reclusion.
Time Is The CureTime Is The Cure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time Is The Cure
Right hand of destruction
Left hand of creation
It's a never ending cycle
A fatal revival caught in a downward spiral
I tear down reality’s mask
As I build up a truth to give hope a chance
The veiled darkness decays
The guiding light fades
I let go of an old pain
As new tears wash it away
The sun always rises
The moon always sets
The rain subsides
The storm is put to rest
Clouds confide / Memories detest
Skies collide / Cries confessed
Light shines / Dark regrets
Pain hides / Peace professed
A new day awaits
An old night forgotten
Tomorrow I shall awake
To cradle what remains unbroken
I can't erase my mistakes
But I can't let them define my fate
There's always control
There's always faith to hold
Opposites are locked together
I am the sinner; I am the confessor
With time- comes change
Agony and serenity dawn a n
Envy...I have never envied anyone,Envy...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as much as I do you,
right here and now...
Not for the guitar that you can play
or the subjects you are studying
or for your life in general, no...
I envy you for what you hold in your arms
every night, which is the MOST Precious and
the MOST Wonderful of all things, Her...
I had never truly believed in God
until I met Her and realized only He,
could have created something so PERFECT...
So Undeniably and Unbelievably;
Beautiful, Sweet, Special, and Unique.
Everything I ever wanted and needed...
For all the women, wealth and fame
in the world, I would never trade Her
and I will love Her till the very end...
So I envy the extraordinary opportunity
that you possess. You are truly blessed
to have Her, love Her and be loved by Her...
I hope you never take Her for granted,
never hurt Her on purpose and
never misuse the Greatest of Gifts...
Because you see,
She still has my Heart
and my Soul...
She may not need it.
She may not want it.
But She has it and always wi
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt,
It renders my thoughts both dark and cracked...
For if any other were to find her,
They would wield her as a weapon.
They would have no need for inspiration.
Creative thought would be an utter simplicity:
Leaving a perfect world, without opportunity...
Indeed I could never share such a thing.
Jealousy leaves me ugly, but still I c
YouYou2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
waking upand imagine my surprisewaking up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my insides bloomed
into so many dandelions,
and in a single breath
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
Imagine: Niall James HoranImagine: Niall James Horan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
imagine for luvin-lucy
You were at the park with your boyfriend Niall, and sadly, Harry and Louis dragged along with you guys. Niall had planned to have a nice, private park date with you, but the other two idiots came along and Niall could not figure out a way to lure them away.
“Don’t worry about them Niall, we can have fun, the four of us!” you say reassuringly.
“That’s why I love you Kenzie,” he replied, while ruffling you hair and planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.
Most teens that go to the park spend most of their time on their phones, but the four of you, you played in the playground like a bunch of five year olds. “Look at me Kenzie, I can go up side down the monkey bars!” Harry yelled, with a smirk on his face.
“Oh Yeah? I can do better!” Niall yells, and goes to the monkey bars and does the same thing as Harry. Unfortunately, Niall lost his balance and fell hard on the ground.
“Aww Niall,” you coo, &
Let Go Hold OnLet Go Hold On2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that matters or should matter let it go
Every person that ever loved you or will love you let them go
Every dream or wish you've ever had let them all go
Every wrong you never corrected just let go
Every hurt you ever felt or will know let them go
Every joy you may bring to others that brought joy to you let them all go
Giving up is easy
But holding onto all that is dear to you or that you'll ever care for
Is what sets us apart from those that just give up and those that refuse to walk away
Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.Just Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?