Ein Geschenk des HerzensEin Geschenk des HerzensEin Geschenk des Herzens3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Menschen sollte man nicht Trauen. Wer Menschen Traut, hat kein Leben mehr.
Die graue Katze setzt sich am Rand des Wassers nieder und betrachtet wie die Möwen ihre Flugkünste zeigten. Ihr Fell war stumpf, Narben zeichneten sich über den eingefallenen Körper und ergraut waren ihre Augen. Doch sie konnte noch genug sehen.
Nur die Knochen taten ihr weh, ihre Pfoten schmerzten bei jedem schritt und die Zähne.
Eins hatte sie glorreiche Zeiten.
Sie hatte ein zuhause gehabt, ein richtiges zuhause, Menschen, die sie geliebt hatten, Menschen, wo sie meinte, immer zu zugehören.
Bis ein Jahr darauf, das kleine Menschenkind geboren wurde. Sie mochte es, liebte es. Doch ihre Menschen wollten sie nicht mehr, es war zu viel für sie. Zu viel.
Sie hatte sie geliebt, wirklich!
Ein leises, klägliches Mauzen kam aus dem Maul der grauen. Sie legte sich nieder, auf die von der Sonne gewärmten Steine unter dem Baum, der wunderschöne Ki
Pounding Head And there was that pounding in his head again beating in his ears like a snare drum keeping the time for the army as lines of cadets marched in the rain, black leather boots crushing puddles to cobblestone and splashing water up like a miniature tsunami. A tsunami which would rise up and swell from the ocean, grabbing at the buildings and pulling them down greedily. Greedy the way the tax man ripped the poor man's home away, leaving him depressed and alone and beaten. Beaten the way the blond woman curled up on her bathroom floor with bruises on her face and arms was by her husband, the husband she can't leave because of some misguided and self-destructive sense of loyalty. Loyalty rooted in the confusion between love and terror, the loyalty felt by the boy who demands his kidnapper not be punished, and psychiatrists gravely announce has developed Stockholm syndrome, the way he falls asleep in her mother's arms, dreaming oPounding Head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[songs of rain]forgiveness in the third chord,[songs of rain]7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like silence or the moment
artemis pulls the arrow free,
thanks the buck for his sacrifice.
lightning in my lungs.
saltwater in my lungs.
will rage & pass on.
I'm Going to Find Out - A short storyThirteen year old Emily Frank stood alone in her bedroom in darkness. The drapes were pulled closed over the window to block the night from looking in. A tear fell from her eye, rolled down her face and fell, fell, until it hit the carpet. She pulled out a letter from her pocket that she had written. She opened it, and read it. Immediately, she went to her desk and pulled out a pen, deciding she should write more. The pen waited over the paper but no words came from it. After a hesitation and a frustrated sigh, Emily put the pen down, re-folded the letter, and walked to her bed. It was perfectly made, which matched her perfectly clean room. Emily's childhood friends were neatly perched on her bed, watching her.I'm Going to Find Out - A short story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They'll never need to clean after me again." Emily whispered to them. She glanced from one stuffed animal to the other. They didn't respond.
"You know, I think you're the only ones who'll notice I'm gone." Her voice cracked with overwhelming sadness, and tears blurred her visio
LostEverything is gone,Lost2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
only memories remain.
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
there's nothing that feels quite like this.Maybe the problem is that I don't know what a love story should sound like. I haven't figured out what order I should put the words in to make it read just right. I do, however, know what it feels like, but pushing around nouns and adjectives just to make it grow is the hardest thing I'll ever do. And it's true that I've tried it before and maybe I succeeded once, but since then I've learned the way real love washes through veins, and rumbles through the shifting and settling of bones until it changes you completely in a way that is absolutely unyielding. Perfect. Simple. It's not angry, or jealous, it doesn't hurt. It isn't like before. So now words don't come so easy, since I'm not sure which ones will cheapening the moments, the feelings, you.there's nothing that feels quite like this.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And god, I could never do that to you, since the only thing I know with completely certainty is that you are the only thing that saves me. That moves me. That completes me. Without you, I'd be less than nothing. Alone. Forgotten. It's e
a lifetime of storms just to make things matterIt never rains like this where I’m from. It’s all or nothing there. Where the sky will split open for days, swallowing the continents, putting oceans where they used to rest. There, we were always just barely afloat, and I never learned how to swim.a lifetime of storms just to make things matter2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Here, I feel like I can still breathe between the raindrops and I sit out on our back patio and let the water soak into my skin and wash away all my sins. I know I’m not who I thought I’d be five years ago, but it’s not enough just to wish you could change, sometimes you just have to accept the way things are. Except who you’ve become. Where you’ve come from.
It was the day after my twentieth birthday when I learned that my heart would skip beats when I saw his face. My pulse would start and stop and disappear. I was fading and sometimes, he would make my outlines clear again, bring back the contours and all my shades and shadows. Small smiles would be awarded, unfamiliar to my face. He was my angel
because love is a lesson in trial and errorI wish I had the words to tell you what I mean. I used to store sentences between my breaths – things that I couldn’t say at the moment, but wanted to remember. Now I can barely string together enough nouns and verbs to make you understand exactly what you mean to me. And I’m afraid.because love is a lesson in trial and error2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I’m afraid that if I can’t get it together fast enough I’ll lose you. It’s like you're water slipping through my fingers and I’m not quick enough to chase you through the currents. I know enough to know that you’re wild and free in a way that I’ll never be and maybe I’m jealous of that. Or maybe I’m scared. Maybe I know that if I was somehow better or different that I’d have you in a way that no one else has even gotten you, and some days, I think I’ve made it. Some days, I’m sure that I don’t have to be afraid anymore, but then it’s three in the morning and I’m tossing and turning from the waves you
Systematickids like him are made ofSystematic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
turbulence & fragmentation
he is quicksilver & vitric
canteen skull that
brims with boric acid
he scribes apothegms in
& the words are 50/50
sclerotin to discontentment.
if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you.I'm positive that you're still missing the point.if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your house is just over the hill and I keep gasping for breath like this is the first time I've ever been alone with you and my skin hasn't memorized the loops and whirls that your fingerprints make against the indents of my hipbones. Sometimes, I act like I've never met you before because I'm afraid of losing the excitement of falling in love. I once heard that everyone is just looking for the next big thing someone brighter and better than me. You've already started calling me "annie," because you got bored with my real name. I wonder if I should be scared. I wonder if I should be worried. I wonder why all my clothes still smell like you and why I'm counting off the minutes until I can see your face again. It's gotten impossible to know whether I'm telling this story backwards or forwards. We're all in the wrong order.
Every time I sit down to tell you my history, I realize that I'm always talking about things that didn't happe
How Earthquakes Are MadeAtlas could not contain his sneeze.How Earthquakes Are Made2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Akhors SongAkhors Song12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet bound to earth
of mortal birth
Black as night
and light as day
That\'s here to stay
and golden eyes
Above the truth
and all the lies
In the depths
Of twisted pain
A past that\'s slain
winter always reminds me of you.It never snowed last December, but it was always there on the horizon. Like a bad dream on the periphery of my vision, a relentless reminder that I don't ever have control over things the way I think I do. The way I want to. Recently, I realized that I feel everything a bit too sharply. The cold. The pain. The nothingness.winter always reminds me of you.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's heart wrenching. It's stomach twisting.
The minute you were gone, the air in my lungs left too. It's amazing how long you can live without breathing. It's much longer than anyone tends to claim. Truthfully, it's not even the thing I miss anymore. I only miss you. I miss the feelings. I miss anything that isn't the slow crack and settle of this old building. Or the familiar beating of my heart. The sun rising and falling from the sky each and every day.
I don't remember what it's like to not wake up to a pattern, but I do remember that it was so much better than this.
I used to never know what to expect. Now I have no expectations at all. It didn't take me long t
shetar-tongued;she1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
bones & star-
fever burns &
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
these feelings should be finiteI'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime if I accept the fact that we're all different. I can be different like you. I can let this mean nothing.these feelings should be finite3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could mean nothing if you let me. If I let me.
You talk in big words that I get sick of hearing after awhile with big ideas and wide eyes and a small heart. I once heard that you can only love something so hard, for so long, before the feelin
these are the last things i'll say before i'm goneIf I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
What if?If life as we know it ended today, would you fall to your knees and begin to pray?What if?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or try and make amends for sins of before, and hope it will lead you to heavens door.
Or would you act like you don't want to know, and hope it's all just a show?
Would you hold your love ones tight, or do something crazy on the last night?
But if it's going to end today, do you even have time to say,
Sorry for all your wrongs, or just tell them what you thought all along.
Even the ones who believed it was true, will be shocked that it actually came through.
So in the end there's not much to say, it's the end of the world.
Have a nice day.
Laughter and TearsThese people never judge you,Laughter and Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But they tell you when you're wrong.
They're the ones who hold your head up,
And remind you that you're strong.
They're the cause of half your laughter,
But they hold you through your tears.
They're the ones who always love you,
And who know your deepest fears.
Friends are the only people who
Always let you act like you.
Angelic mythswhen i was little, i always thought thatAngelic myths6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were supposed to shine
with light that came from some distant kingdom
that none has ever seen
they said you should have wings
snowy, white and feathered;
only the special ones may have more than two
offering protection within a downy shield
but I've grown up since that age of whispered stories
I've found that they were wrong
the light i see in you, glows brightly from inside
guiding me through this land of shadowed dark
not needing wings to lift me up,
always helping me to find my way back
to a smile. your kind words bring,
send, my ever falling heart into a world
I'm living like I'm dyingI am living like I am dyingI'm living like I'm dying7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am laughing like I am crying
I am letting go, like I am still trying
I am okay like I am not fine
I realize its all in the past like a feeling it could have last,
I think I have moved on like there is nowhere I belong,
Ive forgotten the meaning of a kiss, like it meant the taste of your lips
I think of sunshine, but I imagine an eclipse.
I know life will bring more, like leaving me behind a closed door,
I'll survive every pain, like dying every night was not a fun game,
I stay awake in sleep, like I have more promises to keep.
I believed every word you said, like beautiful lies didn't exist.
Heartache is only imaginary, like I'm begging for a cure,
its not like you're never happy again, like I can recall the last time I was,
it hurts but its not the end of the world, like there is more to lose?
life is not just about 'love', like love is all there is to life.
Fortitude - Chapter XXXFortitude - Chapter XXX5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"…you awake, General…? Sir, I'm sorry to… urgent matter."
Somewhere between slumber and wakefulness, I vaguely felt something leave my side, taking with it a great deal of warmth. I furrowed my brow and stirred, opening my eyes to see Link's shadowy figure slip out of the dark tent. Concerned, I shook myself awake and left my bedroll to pull on my boots and follow.
Outside the trees stood black and mysterious beneath a midnight sky. Everywhere fireflies danced amidst the shadows, but if not for Theodus' lantern I might not have seen him at all.
"…The Vandelians are terrorizing them," he was telling Link, who stood listening with his arms crossed. "They've taken this to a whole new level, no doubt on Ashton's orders. They need more men if they have any hope of controlling the situation."
Dread weighed on my heart as I awaited Link's response. I knew what he would say.
"Gather a company of our best soldiers," he instructed Theodus. "And ready the horse