Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowfully, 'It is not a worthy present to give to you. I'm sorry. I've run out of words...'
Screwing up the exhaling lung, the empty lung, I tossed it over my shoulder, 'Have you anything else to give me?'
Biting her lip, her hands trailed over her remaining lung, 'I have this... but it
The Desolate House Of CarrionsHanged by the chandelier,The Desolate House Of Carrions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On his bruised face is imprinted the fear,
The corpse is swinging back and forth,
"Let me guide you in the light", he had been told,
To the Devil his soul without retrieve he sold,
In this house of bounded shadows,
The weakness may drag you in the deepest hollows.
Laying at the bottom of the stairs,
Are painted in red her lips and nails,
Her celestial eyes are fixed on the ceiling,
"This is the key to healing",
About a rusty scissors she had been told,
She stabbed her throat,
The claws of defeat now her soul they hold.
He'll drag you here to play with your mind,
In the house of death,
This is about to be your last night,
Because his blood was spilled here,
Defeated by the life in his own fight.
Whet the beast of fear against these lost, shabby hearts,
To make them mangle their own skin,
To wrest their flesh from the bone,
Smiling he'll watch the bloodstream,
Because his wretched soul turned in grim.
"-Tick-tock, listen to that old clock,
Do you hear their word
biscuits.biscuits.7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Las manos tan diestras jugueteando con las uñas, las manos el individual el mantel, posar los ojos grises en el mueble de cocina, en las sillas caras, pisos de la mesita alta, la música de madrugada de la radio, el pelo ya separado en mechoncitos de tanto manosearlo, enredar las manos, jugar La nariz apuntando el techo, la espalda tensa y dolorida. Gaspar bufó, dijo algo incomprensible, en su natal idioma de letras invertidas, fijó los ojos en la ventana, en el cristal, en el amanecer. Pensando quizá qué porquerías, matando un cigarrillo sin tenerle piedad, sin mirarlo, aplastándolo contra el cenicero, tan asesino. Apretó los dientes, se levantó, caminó hacia el lavabo y enjuagó las manos fétidas a nicotina mezclada con adicción. Aguzó el sonido oyendo apenas el respirar tan característico, casi imaginando el ir-venir del torso de cierta personita que habitaba su cama
Tan conciente pensaba.
NumbThe normal distractions; my escapes from myself...no longer quiet my mind.Numb4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer bringing the smile I seek... the relief I crave...
Numb. Is how I feel...how I want to feel.
That state were you smile, free of pain, of thought, of worry.
Enveloped in the nothingness...
While the Earth keeps spinning.
The ants keep marching.
Oblivious to everything...sweetly numbed.
NORMANSCRISMUSNORMANSCRISMUS12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
am i mising sumthing?
how did this awl begin
wat duz this holedae
never mined look at all tha presants
a seeson of desepshon
of plesent lys
so cute wen we fule children
wat hapens wen thay find owt tha truth?
wat is tha truth?
never mined look at all tha presants
look at tha presants
stand in aw of tha presants
its all abowt tha presants
you no its sumthing deaper
pretend you no wat it meens
or just enjoy yur presents
and eet turkey or ham
watever you eet evry yeer this tym
and i well call you nayber
and ride yur slay
wen the nite is silent a baby is born
that duznt cry wen thare ar lowd sownds
and sheperds bring presants too
becawse He is speshal
who pepol well always argyoo abowt
10 Ways to Love a Girl - Guys VersionHow to love a girl - Guys Version10 Ways to Love a Girl - Guys Version4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
10. Cheat on her with another girl she can't even compare to.
9. "Forget" your three year anniversary.
8. Shove her problems away. After all, they're not yours.
7. Valentines Day? What is this you speak of?
6. Blow her off for some beer (even though you're underage)
5. Drag her heart through tones of thorns.
4. You mean girls have birthdays, too??
3. Slap her.
2. Tell her she looks fat in everything she wears. Yup, that ought to boost some self esteem!
1. Make sure she knows that without a doubt that she was your second choice.
My Falling Star Chapter 16My Falling Star Chapter 164 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
.:::~CHAPTER 16~::: .
Through Kayda's optics, the sight that was before her was nothing more but disgusting. How could IronHide and Chromia sit there cuddling and kissing in public? That was just gross; a youngling her age didn't need to see that!
Turning away into her sire's armor, Kayda groaned in disgust.
Looking at her out of the corner of his optic, Optimus just smiled and chuckled softly. It was expected of her to behave in this way. She is still quite young and therefore doesn't understand why adults show affection to one another; IronHide and Chromia in particular.
Having heard the sudden sound of disgust from a certain young femme, Chromia looked up from her spot next to her mate and giggled softly. "What's the matter Kayda, don't you like my cuddling with 'Hide?"
Just then Chromia leaned over throwing her arms around IronHide's neck and lightly kissed him on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder. IronHide merely looked away smiling and rolling his optic
Jack Daniels Weed and SpeedToday, I want to use a word I never let myself use...Jack Daniels Weed and Speed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate you
I seriously hate you.
I hate you with a lust filled love that could never be satisfied!
I hate you with a blind eye and a deaf nose!
My arms search for you and my lips miss the taste of you.
I HATE YOU!
I hate that look in your eye that tells me what you think.
I hate the way I loved you!
Did you hear that??
LOVED!! I lovED you!
You, with your Jack Daniels grin and your Barefoot blue jean nights.
With your whiskey tipped breath and your moonshine eyes.
And all old men are smokin' crack!
Somkin' crack with Jack?
Jack, who smokes his crack from his fathers cutstom made 1929 ginger ale flack.
With his weed brownies and his speed infused red bull...
Ten bucks for two is the pitch he buys while we lift another Mary-Jane cigar to our lips.
But, we don't have the decency to raise our pinkie to the one who made this marijuana for us.
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Please, Don't Judge Me - A Tale of Abuse'I need help. Please. Give me help.'Please, Don't Judge Me - A Tale of Abuse4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The policeman regarded the battered individual before him. Scum of the earth, his cynical mind declared. Bruises were splashed like war paint across the vagrant's face and sores decorated their lower lip. Upon the individual's breath there floated a fluctuating sweetness.
'No, no... Sir, you've got me wrong. Drugs aren't my problem...'
He lifted a sceptic eyebrow.
'Okay, I do drugs, but that isn't why I'm here today. Well, it kind of is but... I'm not in trouble with no gangs or nothing, right? I've run out of options... I just need help.'
Laughing sarcastically, the policeman leant forward. Panicking, the vagrant stumbled quickly back.
'I... It's my partner sir, if that's what you mean when you ask me what's up. That's why I came here. I can't tell anyone else about it. No, no, I don't mean to waste police time Officer, I'm deadly serious. Do these bruises look fake to you? And the burns on my back, from the iron, do they look fake to
For CassidyI would take your pain,For Cassidy4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd make it all go away,
If only I could.
DartboardYou used my heart as target practiceDartboard4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and got a bulls-eye every time.
Secret Life of MeSecret Life of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One step forward, two steps back, some days I can, some I just can't..
Love me like you did once, when hands were rough but eyes were soft..
You kissed my neck while tears stained my cheek, but if you saw it, you didn't speak..
The secret life I lead.
My First LoveI was always very innocent when I was a teenager. I had my first boyfriend when I was 16, sweet 16...he was 19. He lived 50 kms away so he came to see me every weekend.My First Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He played the guitar and sang beautifully. I liked that about him. He was very sweet.
We would write lots of letters during the week...I still have his letters...I still read his letters every now and then and I smile... We had a good time together...innocent...romantic.
When we first started dating, we went for a walk in the evening. It was very quiet and it was getting dark. Then we stopped and stood under a tree. He held me and pressed his body against mine and kissed me. It was beautiful, so gentle at first, and slowly it was harder and deeper. His tongue met mine and they entwined. It was long and deep. It was so good. He pulled me to him ,held me real tight and I could feel he was getting hard...But he didn't go any further. It was meant to be our first kiss...
I suppose now that if I had las
Fool's Luck Part XIVFool's Luck Part XIV4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fool's Luck × Wolf
Lilac couldn't believe what she saw. In front of her, was her good friend, bigger than the door to her room at the Inn. He had to bend forward, the room being too small for him to stand in. He looked ashamed of himself, but she didn't know why.
Oswald felt like an idiot, his neck cramped as he stood in the small Inn living room. The Inn, like most, was made of wood, with cheap carpeting, old, dusty smelling furniture, and an old grandfather clock in the far right side of the room. Next to the clock was the door that led to Lilac's room and the bathroom, and on the left side of the small, fish scented room was the kitchen. The rabbit could tell it was the kitchen because of his new sense of smell. Since he was now part dog, he no longer could see in color, but he made up for it with his acute sense of smell and hearing. He followed the smell of cheese and pastries through the door and into the kitchen. Lilac followed him, still curious a
Love me?I'm lonely.Love me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bed is empty.
My heart is broken.
My life is shattered.
My will is broken.
Pick me up?
I'm so lonely; please, love me?
Because I love you...
YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.You hit me.YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You hate me.
You label me.
You judge me.
You reject me.
You blame me.
You laugh at me.
You criticise me.
You threaten me.
You try to guilt me.
You call me names.
You tell me I’m wrong.
You try to manipulate me.
You refuse to apologize to me.
You try to make me responsible.
But you can’t stop me from being me.
Not againns again. Yesterday I...Not again5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Those Songs Make Sense Because of YouYou're the one that got away.Those Songs Make Sense Because of You10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're the girl I cry about
When I'm one drink away
From sweet oblivion.
You've ruined my favourite song,
But I'll always belong
You could strangle me,
And I would just be grateful
To be touched by you
One last time.
I thought I'd moved on.
Of course not.
A star never forgets
And you are the sort
Of supernova lover
That can never be
She told me -
Our friend -
That you weren't just
You'd told her
That you had loved me too.
So what did I do?
I shot vodka through
And fell to a baseline beat
By my favourite band.
And all of those songs
When I realised our fling
Had been more than
It's false pretence.
I loved you,
But it isn't past tense.
We could have had it all.
And if you're reading this,
I hope you know it's for you,
And how much I regret
'I love you too'.