The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl3 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
The PossibilitiesI walked into my shrink's (I know she doesn't like to be called that, but I wouldn't let Dr. Kennedy brainwash me) office, and took my seat in the coffee brown couch in front of her desk. My hair was a wreck, I hadn't washed it in a week and the tangles just wouldn't come out. I knew that I looked awful. I also knew that she wanted to ask about my current condition. I could just tell it by the glint in her eyes that she wanted to ask badly.The Possibilities5 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
"I don't know." I said.
"Don't know what?"
"I just. Don't know." to be truthfully honest my stomach was churning at the thought of telling her. I could almost feel it coming up like word vomit pushing its way up my throat.
I couldn't bare the silence or the patronizing look on her face, so my eyes started to meander around the room. I've always meant to ask if she had actually read all of the books or if she just wanted to impress people. One time when she left the office for a minute I skimmed through one of the books. All hocus pocus and magic inc
Typing Makes Me Sound BusyTyping Makes Me Sound Busy3 years ago in Create a Story Contest More Like This
A young woman named Gerta loved making art, and practiced sculpting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical tortoises, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Titan Tower, and a portrait of Anne Frank that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Pizza Hut for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in sculpting to create the most beautiful deviation depicting lesbians recycling old toiletries anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, Pizza Hut!"
The Day The Fairy Spoke To MeLost again without a doubt, though today I lacked in fearThe Day The Fairy Spoke To Me5 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
I did not know this place, but it was strangely peaceful here
Flowers of jeweled crystal, a diamond a drop of dew
Pink blossomed orchid trees of woods that wildly grew
I picked a budded rose that seemed to try to hide
I held it in my hands and felt a heart beating inside
And then I felt the magic of all the fairytales ever told
something was special about the rose, lo and behold!
the rose was transforming into some creature
Fairy of the rose, but if you too, could meet her
When she woke, she danced, to the heavens she sings
Flying here and there on her delicate, silver wings
I danced with her, I wondered, little fairy, are you real?
She challenged me this moment, to take it just to feel
And I felt my heart was beating, to a rhythm divine
I felt all was singing, this moment was truly mine
I felt my spirit soaring, searching for a higher sky
I sent my soul exploring, fly away my butterfly
And for many a year to come, I will hold t
Dear Future Self,Dear Future Self,3 years ago in Teen More Like This
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it… will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,Dear Teen Me3 years ago in Adult More Like This
Yes, you there.
You in the horn-rimmed glasses in your stupid millwheel hat. You knew you’d look totally dumb wearing that to a carnival party, didn’t you? And now you sit there hating the music, hating the people who dragged you there, hating your hair, your figure, your baggy tapered jeans and most of all your glasses. Yes, I know all that. I remember the whole damn evening, when they seemed to play nothing but Salt’n’Pepa, Rozalla and KLF. What did you think they’d play, Paul McCartney, or Elvis Costello? What did you expect the boys would do – would they suddenly notice you with that millwheel hat when they never noticed you before? I bet they noticed the hat, I’ll give you that. It's probably one of the things that makes them give you such a wide berth. Who’d snog someone who looks as if she’s ten? And be honest, do you really want to have someone shoving his tongue past your tonsils, the way they’re doing i
All Hallows' EveShe leaps and whirls to a ritual beat,All Hallows' Eve6 years ago in Sestina-ween More Like This
Bare feet kicking loose the earth;
None of us, idle by, know her name,
Or why, on Halloween, she comes -
Each year, the same slow night
Each year, her same swift sway.
No vaulted stars illuminate her way,
Lulled or snake-charmed by the beat
Resounding in this deep-well night;
Perhaps they, like us, crashed to earth,
To this place where dream-touched come,
To this place which has no name.
She mouths and mimes the names
Of the countless many who lost their way;
Those who would not, could not come
And herald thunder's echoing drum-beat:
Her hard footfalls on the loam and earth,
Her hard footfalls in the night.
Others curse and rail against the night,
Fearing demons they dare not name,
We feel them, restless, beneath the earth,
And stirred this night, always;
Awakened by the lady's pulse-warm beat,
Awakened by the night, they come.
Our fears, now shaped, are swift to come,
Rising with the tide of slow-fall night -
From chambers low and deep, an ascend
Dear Teen-MeDear Teen-MeDear Teen-Me3 years ago in Adult More Like This
First off, you still don’t know what the hell you’re doing, so I hope you weren’t praying for anything insightful over. But don’t worry, as lost as we still are, we’re making a go at a pretty decent life.
I wish I could warn you about what’s to come, but that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? We can’t change the mistakes, but know that they sting a little less with each year that goes by. But for every ten days that we struggled, there’s one good day where we flew and that made it all worth it.
I really feel odd writing this…Not because I’m writing it to you, but because being faced with writing to you is making me realize that not as much has changed as I thought. We’re a little less socially awkward, and hey! We finally got boobs! (sort of…) but we still have issues.
If anything, I want to tell you that you don’t need to feel quite so misplaced. I want to tell you that it’s okay to
storyA young woman named Zoe loved making art, and practiced sketching all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical cities, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic New York, and a portrait of garfield that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby box for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in sketching to create the most beautiful deviation depicting dinosours escaping anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, box!"story3 years ago in Create a Story Contest More Like This