Scars Of BullyingFor most students, a good day at school would have been the day they passed a test they didn’t study for or not getting called on in class to answer a question you didn’t know the answer to. A good day for me was not ending up in the trash can at lunch. A good day for me was when I didn’t get shoved in a locker for a whole class period. A good day for me would have been the day that people forgot I was even there.Scars Of Bullying3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I didn’t know why people chose me to pick on. It may have been because I was skinnier than most students, but then why would they have called me fat? It may be because I had tried to be too helpful, but then why did they call me selfish? It may have been because I was smart, but then why did they call me stupid? I will never understand.
When I started High school life stopped being fun. I often woke up and wondered “Why bother?”. Sometimes I couldn’t find a good reason so I didn’t to school on those days.
My mom ta
Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
Self Harm, my storySelf harm...Self Harm, my story5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.
But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.
The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.
But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time it becomes a collection. At first you hide the scars; long sleeves for me. Then for some reason you tell someone, then some more people until you have a small group that knows. Why you tell? I don't know...
Then you start getting help. Why? I don't know.
But the scars are still there.
And eventually you start getting better.
But the scars are s
I want youMilky fore-arms around your wonderI want you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yours; I am
in a momentary moment
the throbs or judders of my heart
to the beat
I've memorised the curvature of your soul
the creases of your skin
the screams while we create love
I project them on the walls of my skull
and believe you are
When you face the darkness
my breath covers your skin
protecting your exterior as a silken sheet
I love you so deeply
it can't be found
unattainable to all others
my love can't be re-heated by microwave
by your kiss
on my lips
archeologists dig the earth
and tell myths of its power
but only you can taste the feel
when you lay your head back and open your jaw wide
it travels through your respiratory
quicker than tornado wind
written on the back of my teeth
anyone can fall in love with anything, just depends on the amount of alcohol.
Take HimHe tried to be goodTake Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But his history stood,
An obvious change was made,
But too obvious to believe,
The ones known for seeing through lies;
Swore they could see through his eyes,
They said he hadn't changed at all.
He tried so hard,
To get them to believe him,
But all they did,
But stare right past him,
How were they so blind.
He's desperate now,
He'll do anything,
Just accept him please,
It's killing me,
I tried so hard,
But it's all so far.
He's asking you know,
To hear him out,
He is so much nicer now.
He's guilty and sad,
Can't you please see that,
At least pretend for a while.
It's worth the risk,
Just to take him in,
It's pure cold falling down.
Take him in.
I know how you feelI hate seeing you all with those frowns,I know how you feel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sad eyes filled up with tears,
I try to help,
But i'm just a hypocrite,
It's just because i know how it feels,
To be on the edge,
I know how it feels,
To feel all alone when it seems like no body cares,
So when ever you're upset,
I'll be glad to lend a hand,
Because i know it feels,
When no body cares,
When everybody stares,
But they don't say a words,
When you're broken and crying,
When you're world feels empty,
I promise i will care,
If you need it i'll be there,
Because i feel alone like that sometimes,
I know how bad it can be,
I'm just as sad as you now,
So i want to help out,
You don't deserve the pain,
You shouldn't be feeling this way.
Raining SparksPlay the song,Raining Sparks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Call to arms,
Everything is burning,
Don't you go,
Stay right here,
Never saw it coming,
In the end,
We'll all smile,
Never saw it changing,
It all will fall in place,
Just to find,
It never really stopped raining.
Esther 5:10Once angelic, now there's bony protrusionsEsther 5:105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where her wings had resided,
she was outright tricked by profusions.
Her end fate was decided
before she'd been given time to think.
All that I have -Mockingjay Spoilers-"Ha-ha! Look mommy! I found a flower!" the young girl with dark hair and blue eyes nears me with a primrose clasped in her fingers, waving the flower of her namesake, well, my sister's namesake. More than fifteen years passed since the rebellion and most loose ends have met each other. After five or so years of Peeta and me growing back together, we finally put down most of our past, and promised to live a better life and make all the deaths count. We tried, and surprisingly, we pulled through. With flashbacks and nightmares in the back of our minds -but every now and then they knock on the door- we settled down in the newly rebuilt district twelve, with a new start, and a new life to live.All that I have -Mockingjay Spoilers-3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It's a primrose!" she giggles excitedly, uttering me to tuck it behind her ear and make it look like she has a headdress or something. "Just like me!" she smiles at me, her blue eyes twinkling and pairing up with the meadow sanctuary around us. She runs away from me and dances around in the meadow,
ImmortalityImmortalityImmortality6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To live forever
Past all brothers
Past all sisters
Past your mother
Past your father
Past all cousins
Past all aunts & uncles
Past all Grammas and Grandpas
Past all family
To live forever
Past all friends
Past all enemies
Past all teachers
Past all bosses
Past all teammates
Past all roommates
Past all classmates
Past all employees
Think about it
No one can kill you
You can kill them
You can know
Your enemy's kids
You can do all generations
Of your current girlfriend's girls
Doesnt that sound great?
You can watch
Your girl get old
And soon die
You can watch
Your family die
You can watch
Doesnt that sound great?
He is LifeHe is...He is Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Coffee coloured eyes brimming with warmth.
-Summer-sun tanned skin riddled with patterns of scars.
-Rebellious black-brown hair with a stubborn tendency to curl.
-Soft, plump lips with shy, happy smiles hiding behind them.
-Deep, dragging breaths with a constant longing to escape his lungs.
-Protruding ribs and hip bones with skin stretched tightly over them.
-Low vocal tones with fervent emotions edging every word.
-Velvet laughter with an unknown depth.
-Gentle embraces and kisses laced with urgent desire.
365 vignettes project(1)365 vignettes project4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have adopted two soul mantras. I can't tell you what they are. I guess keeping them secret has a secret in itself, one that belongs to the universe rather than to me, but the intentions are mine. If I don't say what they are directly though, then I don't think I am breaking the secret. I visualise a running river, moving clouds, falling petals, growing buds, observing sunrises and sunsets, ducks, cats, wind chimes. I hear in my thoughts rain hitting everything, what that sounds like against tree bark, concrete, a car roof, a wooden verandah.
We are as a fire. The smoke rises and becomes of little consequence. It colours the air, twists into shape like moments, and dissipates. We are not the smoke, we are the fire. The smoke should always fall away, it is no use in holding on to what has already burnt out. We are as the fire.
It is not then. It is not even now. The moment has already passed.
There is no moon out. I cut out a white paper moon and held it to
Intimacy GlaresThis is an ideal way, theIntimacy Glares6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only way to look at you:
With six feet between us
And a lamp like a halo
On the shelf above you
As it obscures
Your delicate, soft face,
And bathes your beard
In a buttery glow,
I whisper a grateful little prayer
But the gentle beauty
Of your perfect shading
Is marred by hawk-like orbs:
Your blue eyes ranging
Lingering all over me
This is the only way I can delay
Bathing in those pools
Because as I dive deeper
The earnest affection found there
Baffles me and leaves me bare
cowboy runawayi don't want to hear howcowboy runaway5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't want to hear how
i just want to hear that
you miss me too
but maybe i'm lying to myself.
and maybe i'm jealous because another
girl can be there for you.
maybe i'm broken, useless and used up.
maybe i've never been any good for you.
maybe i should just move on.
MAYBE I SHOULD SCREAM SO YOU COULD HEAR ME.
because whispering never worked.
i'm lost and your feet were always planted so
firmly you could never run away with me.
i'm angry and you can't hear it anymore.
the tears on my face are real but
the cold in my heart cracks like
In the beginning...In the beginning was the Word. And the word was: Ow!In the beginning...6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Followed very closely by: Who keeps moving the damn coffee table?
It would be easier, my Lord, if we could see where we were going?
A sigh. I suppose youre right Michael. Stand back and avert your eyes.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
God clapped his hands together in satisfaction. Much better. Dont know why I didnt do that sooner. He took a step to his left and sank up to his knee in water, ruining his robes in the process. Looking around he saw that hed stepped off a side table and that everything was either submerged or floating in water that stretched as far as he could see. Well that explains why the coffee table keeps moving around. This really wont do.
And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be ga
Looking Forward to Letting GoYour name,Looking Forward to Letting Go5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once dwelt upon
At least umpteenth times a day
Often accompanied by chest pain,
Remorse over freely feeding
Lies to all the rest
Sometimes with disdain,
Especially when related
Tales of breathless excess:
Warm things peppered
With fond memories
Of thoroughly crude jokes
And divine drinks at dinner
And missing an element
I was eventually reminded
Is distributed to thousands
Reliable to sour a response
And clear a dogged mind
Your name, and the enigma
Affiliated with it,
At the end, when I've accepted,
It's all I'll need
the elephant in my bed.oblivious to the constraints of time,the elephant in my bed.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
january snowflakes wooed the wind with their waltz:
one two-three, one two-three.
still naive, our footsteps
were not afraid to disturb
our glittering white universe.
wordlessly, questions were asked and answered
so quickly that we soon became
both the matador and the bull.
my door was painted red,
and we tangoed against Time itself,
a euphoric cacophony of beautiful maybes.
shoes toppled like domino tiles.
neighbors awoke with bleeding hearts.
keys lay abandoned in the door.
- i'm leaving in july.
- tell me in june.
A RetrospectiveI will best remember my youth asA Retrospective6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too much fast food,
piles of bills and tickets,
and uncertainty over who
(let alone how)
I will best remember my parents
as incredible blessings,
how I remained afloat,
and quite possibly insane.
I will not remember you
except in those moments I'd rather not admit:
when mere mention of your name
(never mind how many men share it)
will cause my head to snap up and
my ears to flex and
my heart to sink.
I will not remember you
except on my birthday,
I will not remember you
except if I ever get married
or adopt a child
or visit France
Mistaken MasterpieceShe stared at her masterpiece, her grey eyes filled with bemusement.Mistaken Masterpiece6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had spent her entire life on this labour of love, this sprawling expanse of another world that mapped love and hatred, sorrow and joy, good and evil, and all the shades of grey in between those polar opposites.
She had spent hours, days, weeks, months hunched over her lined A4 notebook. Never a computer. She had skipped meals and social occasions, conversations and friendships.
When she had placed the last word of the first draft of her novel, she had been twenty, and was already thinking of ways in which she could improve it. She stayed locked in her minuscule study, still working on her piece with the same adoration and wonderment as she had felt burning in her soul all those years back, when, with a shaking hands and a blue crayon, she had scribbled down the first sentence of the project that would come to dominate and dictate the course of her life after it.
She grew older, dropping out of her education to con
Everything I CherishedI once hoped that I couldEverything I Cherished5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Love you above all others
But the stench of his house
Already clung to your hair
I implored, I begged:
"Sweet angel, you must
fly on home. Leave this place,
before he completely infiltrates."
You shook your head
With conviction and said:
"You know, rent control is killing me.
All these landlords grilling me
on where I am and who I'm with,
and before I leave,
won't I do just one more thing?
And I find it unintentionally funny
that even though I am paying
good money to be left alone,
this is never really a home,
just somewhere to live.
But I know no other way.
Where he goes, I go too."
I suppose it's just another thing you 'need'
Yet another way for your heart to bleed
Looking back on
Everything I cherished,
I can't believe you didn't realize
All that you were squandering
So many friends lining up to nourish
Before the last time I saw you,
You took my cheeks in your palms:
"Have you ever looked directly
at a man and thought:
'When on a clear winter night
Into the Arms of StarsShe is pressing her palms up against the metal frame of the ferris wheel, a nervous smile dancing across her face. With wonder swelling along her fingertips and grace protruding from each footstep, she takes her seat. The lights from games bounce and twirl across her cheeks as happiness surrounds her every movement. She gazes up at the sky, eyes locked on the wisps of clouds, lips parted and trembling. The ride click,click,clicks to a start, crawling its way above candy-cotton stained stands. Her hands fidget, grasping endless amounts of air before she reaches for the safety of the seat-belt.Into the Arms of Stars1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Concern dissipates from her face as the stars grow closer, humming hushed melodies in between each shimmer. The wheel continues to ascend into the arms of the stars, until there is nothing but a tiny gap between her and them. Trees reach out in the distance, pulling the breeze with tender leaves. The sounds down below become muffled, a soothing murmur of laughter and music as the carriage r
ThoughttospeedSwiftly the rock moves, ne'er will heThoughttospeed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happen upon the chance to see
Another being as lithe as he
In the land of Thoughttospeed,
(A hell of sorts for philosophy).
Each thought here grows grotesquely large
Into cancerous, hideous tumors.
And as these weighty growths take charge
They harbor hate, they harbor rumors.
An existential crisis is akin to a coma,
(Each human here has at least one teratoma.)
And they cover themselves up in corn chips and paint,
'Till where one is and isn't is where one isn't ain't.
That may not make much sense, but in Thoughttospeed,
One is weighed down by their personality.
I Wrote a PoemLet's write a poem.I Wrote a Poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One where the story is clear
And decorated with sweet vocabulary.
Stated so bold.
Or maybe one that is ever so slightly controversial.
Spark a debate.
One where you're left with your own imagination.
Leave the reader to disentangle the meaning.
Interject the ambience with a twist.
Kill Prince Charming.
Your princess is a heroin addict.
Because nothing is ever that pristine.
Their WordsYou will leave.Their Words5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You will leave behind shards of terra cotta lining the sidewalks.
You will leave behind cigarettes lining the shelves of that drug store.
All of it, the pseudo-condensed population; far from a city but not rural enough to be...
None of it was enough for you, or ever could be. It was too personal, too simple,
you need horizons with vibrant colors
faces with skin-tones alight with life
All the while.
All the while they will wonder what it is you see that they don't.
All the while they will ask for an explanation to your tribulation.
All the while you will mumble, feign disinterest, and hold the answer like a godsend.
you need love born of truthful consequence
hearts with soft ring-tones in their rhythm
You. Need. Life.
Breathed through the nostrils of a woman driven half-insane by wedding planning
A boy who lets music creep up hi