NarcissusWhen it came to homosexuality, Miles was old-fashioned. He was embarrassed, a little ashamed and had waited until both of his parents were dead. He was a little disconcerted by the world of modern relationships. The physical aspect was embarked upon immediately. Love, however, could only be mentioned when the couple had been together for a suitable period of time. The rule was you can't love someone you don't know.Narcissus3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Miles had fallen in love with Brett instantly. Helplessly. He'd never experienced such panic and hope. Sex seemed inevitable, completely out of his control. But it hadn't happened. Affection hadn't materialised either. Reality reasserted itself. Brett didn't feel the same way about him. Brett didn't feel that way about anyone. There were countless admirers surrounding him male and female. He was young and beautiful. Astoundingly beautiful. Miles would have done anything for him. Which is why he'd made the mistake of agreeing to become his agent.
It was only a small mo
SomethingSomethingSomething1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do something crazy
be random as hell
speak out your mind
while being clever as well
think with your mind
learn a little bit more
make something different
something the world's never seen before
A NecklaceHis apology's stonesA Necklace1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
matched the bruises.
Let Down Your HairMrs Holmes had bizarre cravings during her pregnancy. Specifically, for the contents of the vegetable patch belonging to the DI next door.Let Down Your Hair2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Delicious!” said Mrs Holmes. “If the baby’s a girl, I’ll call her Lettice. If it’s a boy, he’ll be Kale.”
Could be worse, thought Mr Holmes. She’d called their first child Mycroft.
But the new baby had glorious curls, so they named him Sherlock. He was a bright boy, into everything and soon the DI had to arrest him for interfering in police business.
Sherlock was locked away in a tall tower. As time passed and his abundant hair grew, his unique genius developed. The DI realised he could use Sherlock as a consulting detective and decided never to release him.
One day a hero named John arrived.
“You can’t get in!” yelled down Sherlock.
John beamed. “Someone’s sulky. You should let your hair down a bit.”
“Ah,” said Sherlock.
John climbed up Sherlock
Breaking EvenBroke her heart.Breaking Even1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Broke his nose.
LondonI am walking down the streets of London on a cold autumn’s night.London10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing that I wasn’t alone.
I’m walking down the streets of London on a cold autumn’s night,
and I watch people pass by.
I see friends laughing, and lovers embracing.
To them, I am nothing
Just a passing shadow, a shade.
But to me, they are everything.
They are the friends I wish would laugh with me.
They are the lover I wish I could embrace.
They are my envy.
They are the friends who betrayed me.
They are the lover who left me.
They are my anger.
They are the friends I left.
They are the loves I lost.
They are my regret.
They are the friends I could leave.
They are the loves I will lose.
They are my fear.
They are all these things and more.
I realize this,
a kind of epiphany,
as I walk down the streets.
But all the revelation in the world
If you don’t have anyone to tell.
I am walking down the streets of London on a cold autumn’s n
With This PenWith this penWith This Pen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going to write you a novel
A whole book of words never to be spoken aloud.
I will write you a book.
A dictionary with definitions of you, through my eyes.
I will write you a novel of epic proportions
With stubborn princes,
Princesses who didn't even know they wanted to be saved,
Elegant balls where the prince and his date skip out
And watch movies instead.
I will write you a book.
An encyclopedia, filled with articles on your favorite subjects
Science, fantasy, English, survival, nature, God, and cars.
I promise you books of poetry
Short snippets of your perfection
Long-winded passages of your flaws
Epic tales of our adventures.
I will write you a library
So many that you won't tire of them.
Love, tragedy, revenge, redemption,
And everything else you could ever wish to read
I will write you a song.
No words, just notes
Written for no other ears but yours
Because it will be woven from the melodies of your life.
I will write you a nocturne
Prologue: The Cabin in the Woods65 years agoPrologue: The Cabin in the Woods1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On a moonless night many years ago, Ruben leaned against a tree, struggling to breathe. The man could hear them coming, rampaging through the woods in their quest to find him.
Damn they’re fast, he thought, not daring to speak. His flowing blood was already enough of a betrayal; he couldn’t afford a single sound.
The Apprentice ducked his head as the fanged creatures whirled by, their draft tugging leaves and rocks into the air. After a brief pause the man took off running again. Within a single minute they could travel over a mile, but even at the distance they might be able to hear his footsteps.
Come on, Jack, I found the safe house… You better be here.
Before him was an abandoned cabin, the front door shut tight. It was inconspicuous and unknown to most of the townspeople. That meant that no one would accidentally stumble into danger.
It also meant that his body may never be found.
Ruben slammed through the front door easily enough, h
Without You, I'm a wreck.No one prepares youWithout You, I'm a wreck.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the moment that your life changes.
When the air thickens,
becomes solid in your lungs,
leaving you drowning in a sea of open space,
suffocating under the pressure
of crushing, looming atmosphere.
Words are whispers seeking help.
Screams nothing more than intangible syllables
laced together on broken, shuddering lips.
Tears are our defenses crumbling into streams
of silent self loathing-
like this was somehow your own fault,
it was preventable-
it didn't have to end this way-
It didn't have to end like that.
Instead nights are filled with dim lights,
casting shadows on walls-
another sip of liquor stained coffee
to keep back the looming responsibilities at hand.
The gentle touch of fingers on skin,
the warm breath of a kiss on naked bodies,
the sweet hush of sheets in the deepening night-
phantom reminders in the night
of what was lost-
what will never be once more.
It's okay to cryIt's okay now,It's okay to cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let your guard down.
It's always peaceful here; it's okay to frown.
So you messed up,
You haven't cashed out yet.
Sometimes all you need is a good cry,
I get that you're fed up with all the lies,
And all the times you risked it, just to be slapped away.
You need someone to hold you,
Someone who cares,
But this time you're alone.
So your boyfriend's a jerk,
Your parents don't understand,
But there's got to be someone to lend a helping hand.
Throw away the bottle,
Put down that needle,
Please don't use that rope.
I care, and I'm not the only one.
You have it in you,
You've been so brave,
Don't give up yet.
Don't hurt yourself,
Don't give in,
Don't let them win.
It doesn't matter how much they like you
As long as you love yourself
And there are others who love you as well.
Get up; it's okay,
Dry your tears, but carry a tissue
In case they start up again.
Think about it,
You've blessed the world with your love and sorrow,
You've opened the eyes of the others.
You're an angel
MaskI wear a mask.Mask11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And i wear it well.
This mask of mine seems to come off when I'm alone,
But around others, it's as if it is glued to my face.
This mask of mine is that of a smile and happiness.
Under that mask is me, a broken girl. A girl who wants to be needed.
A girl who will never be good enough.
Why can't they see under this mask?
Constantly being doubted. Being told that my dreams will never come true.
I'm like a caged bird to my own mind.
It will all get better with time, and the mask will come off forever.
My true self being revealed to the outside. I wait for that day.
But until then...
I wear a mask.
And i wear it well.
In silence...You left so we wouldn't suffer,In silence...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so now I suffer on my own
little did you know;
it hurts more to stand alone.
The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.The Reassurance of Green2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.
"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.
Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake and he was not, in fact, the gardener my sister had hired.
"Can you… wait here, for a moment?" I asked the man. He nodded, clasping his dirt-encrusted gloves in one hand, and tugging at his ponytail with the other. I scurried inside.
Ella was supremely unconcerned.
"Who cares if he's dirty?" she asked, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. "G
To Fry a MoonfishI. Selene vomerTo Fry a Moonfish1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insert knife beneath the tail.
“We need to talk.”
Draw knife toward head.
a flicker of the eyes
a dash of hope.
“It’s not what you think.”
Open abdomen with fingers.
he draws her away
to a brick wall
and delivers the blow
“We can’t be together.”
Pull out entrails.
he twists her guts
confuses her instincts
before ripping out her heart.
“This isn’t working out.”
Rinse the inside of fish.
“Oh, god, please don’t cry.”
Remove head if preferable.
II. doofus fish
if you leave her right,
she’ll fillet herself—
every beautiful you ever kissed
—into her neck, her skin, her heart—
she’ll try to separate herself,
her from the skeleton self you built
until she’s mere sheets of meat,
lying limp in her own arms
let her te
13 Days LeftI am weak, I am breaking, I have slowed down. My body aches and creaks like the walls of my room. My white..white room. The blank walls have closed in on me. I am powerless against everyone. One touch and I'll self-destruct and crumble. Then there will be nothing left of me, because I have nothing left of me.13 Days Left11 months ago in Drama More Like This
However, I will not fret, for this is only for now. I will regain my strength and endure through my final moments of pain and suffering. I will rise to the top and look down upon everyone else as they crumble as they once thought I would. I will take back what was mine and take away all that is theirs. They will pay. I only have 13 days until I finally get my revenge. 13 days.
They have 13 days to prepare. 13 days to run. 13 days to hide. 13 days to live. On the 14th day they'll die.
Love Beyond the WindowWhen I was young, I believed in fairy tales.Love Beyond the Window1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believed that if your heart willed it,
That love could overcome anything.
That one day, two lovers could always be together.
But those were simple lies I think...
After all, how does one reach across a window;
Reach across a screen...
To hold someone on the other side,
Before they slip through your fingers.
Like a lonely dance between air and water,
I can only stand on the surface of the lake,
And see her smiling on the other side.
Sometimes, I would draw pictures on the surface;
These thin useless arms of mine scrawling tiny doodles,
And she would smile and reply to each one:
Including a heart, for 'I love you'...
And each time I would feel,
As though I could soar through any distance,
As though I could run a hundred miles.
If only so I could see you;
If only because I missed you...
But enough I say...
Enough of this life
MakeupMakeup4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hate the face I see.
It's a broken girl
Who is losing the will to live.
Yet whenever I leave the house,
I put my makeup on and pretend the whole damm world's ok.
Every hides at home.
Everything you say,
Everytime I cry,
Is carefully concealed from public view.
Now you're pushing me too far.
You forcing me to break.
I can't take your presense.
I mess up my mascara.
There are cracks in my foundation.
I apply more shit to cover them up,
Pretending that I'm beautiful,
When in reality I'm falling apart.
I'ts only a matter of time,
When someone sees the real truth.
They will see the dead girl.
You're won't be the victim in our world.
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
You Make Me SmileSimple smiles make my dayYou Make Me Smile1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bringing me joy in every way
I love to laugh, with a happy smile
You make me feel like life is worth its while
I always dream about the day I’ll get to see you
Pondering on that daydream, and wondering if you’re doing that to
I know I talk too much, but I can’t help myself
I feel so alone sitting here with no one else
You light up my world, with all the complements you give
You make me remember why I want to live
I want to smile, I want laugh
I want to believe your my other half
So please come and take my hand
And live this life with me like nothings planned