The Sand in My EyesYou might say we're different, but at this point I'd say we're worlds apart. Continents, planets, galaxies, all of that. But not physically, no physically we're without a choice. Earth is a big place but that doesn't make sharing it with you any easier.The Sand in My Eyes5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The way I see it, the best and worst parts of everyone are scattered somewhere the mind can't quite conjure up. Maybe the pieces are like sand on beaches. The better fragments of me were strewn on a very different paradise than wherever yours linger. The lesser parts of us that matched up the slightest bit mingle together on the same beach. All of these handfuls of sand appear the very same to the naked eye, but the aid of a microscope takes away the blur. The details will show, buck naked and embarrassed, but they need to. You and I never got scientific enough. The microscope came afterward in the form of hindsight.
It's much too easy to get drunk off of the pretty things people say. To get high from sweet nothings, gifts, a
Kiss From A RoseYesterday, I was walking down a crowded street until I found this girl standing on the corner with dark red hair. She told me her name was Rose and one day she wanted to be on Broadway. I told her I was a writer and had a dream of being published but my words weren't nearly pretty enough. They were nothing compared to her bright blue eyes that were striking enough to burn out all the stars in the sky. I had a tendency to fall short of breath but she knocked the wind out of me for an entirely different reason.Kiss From A Rose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Later that week, we went on our first date to this small Italian restaurant where everyone had thick accents and we felt a little out of place. It didn't really matter at that point though because I was only trying to understand the strings of words she was projecting from her speaker box. I learned that she was adopted from an orphanage when she was 8 and graduated from high school when she was 16 where she finished at the top of her class. She went to a college for the performin
Needing YouI don't wanna be lonely,Needing You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanna be someones baby,
Even if it's only for tonight,
It'll be the only night I wont have to fight.
I'm scared of me,
I need someone to hold me and protect me from myself.
I need someone to calm me down,
To stay around,
& To tell me that I'm gonna be okay,
& To kiss all my fears away.
I can't be on my own,
I need someones hand to hold,
I need someone to tell me it's gonna be okay,
& I need someone to tell me that they want me.
I need what used to be promised to me,
I need that soul that's supposed to match mine,
Baby, whoever you are, I need you.
I need you. I need you. I need you. I need you.
I know that when I find you, everything will end up okay,
'Cause I'll have what I need,
To continue and keep breathing,
WeWe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On these days, so hot and depressing I think of you.
I don't know you...
You don't know me.
Sometimes I think it will never be, the future that is we.
Then I see leaves, rustling in the gentle breeze.
Flower petals, scattered across the ground.
Blue painted sky, and butterflies that will never die.
And then I remember you are there.
You'll always be there.
I'll find you one day....
And you'll find me.
And we'll paint the future.
the first day of springyou are new in the way flowers are new:the first day of spring2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brilliant green, soft purple,
the good smell of rain and soil.
let the miserable winter wind
chase its own tail for a while;
there’s something beautifulwonderfulmine
at the end of a sunlit driveway.
Life so FarI am going to tell you a lot about my life so farLife so Far4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I think I should say it has been more than bizarre
I will talk about my youth to the present day
These are all things I think that I need to say
In my younger years everything proved to be ever so peaceful
Though in the coming years just knowing me would become lethal
Although before I get to that I have so much more to tell you
Everything you are going to read I promise will be nothing but true
I at one time had the best of friends that a man could ever ask for
I am sorrowed to have to say that they take breath no more
It is something that damaged me more than anyone will know
The scars that I have from those dark days are clear on show
I truly could not help but think that things could not get any worse
Time became something that I wanted nothing more than to reverse
I was wrong though, I have to repeat it all over and over in my mind
To a life of nightmares and mental torment I am now resigned
Weeks passed, and each of them I spent i
kaleidoscope.Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.kaleidoscope.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a disease to my mind. You make me stumble and fall and vomit in confusion because I don't know how to feel and I can't stand it. Control is my obsession.
But you are also curiosity and maybe even some kind of messed up beauty, and I think I might be okay with that much.
Today I am indigo; today you are my vertigo.
I can't pull myself t
30 - Together We StandJoe30 - Together We Stand5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In a time of crisis, if left alone, two men who were once at war with each other will come together to save the world. Stranded alone, a girl and a boy who were mortal enemies will learn to love each other and become the best of friends and eventually lovers. A king who is abandoned by his country can find comfort in the slaves he once downed and can learn the value of life.
The running theme in all of this is that when you put two people who are not alike or who hate each other alone, they will learn to live with the other's faults and eventually come together to deal with the problem effectively.
But the one thing that brings people who sometimes would never be brought back together are children. When children are involved, divorced parents can come together again, family members can come back into your life or differences that forced siblings apart can bring them together again.
I had thought I heard this strange sound like whirring or rumbling and so I ran u
201220126 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
My iWatch feels heavy on my wrist as dad drives along the highway, heading for my school. There's a parent teacher conference today, and dad is the one attending it. My older sister sits in the front. Her shrill voice hurts my ears, even with my headphones, and I fiddle with a button on the side of my iWatch, turning the sound up so high that Sweet Tragedy, my favorite band, is all I can hear.
I glance out the window, watching buildings flash by. It's December, and the glass fogs where my breath touched it. I lift my hand, and gently press a finger to the steamed-up glass, creating swirls patterns in the mist, finger moving in time to the music in my ears.
My eyes wander back to the road ahead. The cracked asphalt looks the same, every day. Worn out, and like it will fall apart if just one more car drives over it, cracks spreading across it like the milk I spilled at breakfast. The buildings are tall and gray, although I suppose th
Just Hear Me Out? Click.i.Just Hear Me Out? Click.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I met you, I was a 100 piece puzzle still in its plastic covering. Now I'm down to 84 pieces and 2 corners are missing and I'm scared the next girl will give me one look and decide I'm not worth it.
You took out a 6 month warranty on me and I should have taken that as a hint but i never was good at the game Clue or reading bet thelines ween. You traded me in with 6 days left on your investment but they wouldn't give you a full refund because they realized I was no longer in mint condition. Truth is, I never was. You just have a knack for making my faults stick out more than my emaciated ribcage.
Tomorrow I think I might go and take out a life insurance policy on myself just to see how much I'm worth these days. I have a feeling it will be somewhere in between a couple Alexander Hamilton's and a handful of Benjamin Franklin's, but I always liked Einstein more than Franklin anyways. Franklin gave you the ability to see my imperfections more clearly and Einstein gave yo
One.To the one that's known my name, but not me, the longest,One.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We met under the rising sun of our adolescence, watching children dance between the cover of clouds, playing like children should play, and living like people should live. I didn't know it then, but I sure as hell felt it; you were changing, falling into the cracks in the shadows, becoming one of the people you promised you'd never be.
They said we'd always be friends, as sure as the stars in the sky and the slide on the playground. It turns out, they ended up taking the slide away, replacing it with a swing-set you would've hated. Honestly, it's not something I really mind; it's hard to miss a ghost.
To the one made of lies, fueled by regret,
I liked the you I saw once, when you hung on my every word and wore deceit with grace and precision. You danced around the truth more than your legs could ever muster, more passionate and alive than any ballerina I've ever seen.
You wanted to be Queen, the leader of an army of faceless, bu
His Piano HandsI watch them.His Piano Hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They stretch across the keys, long and expanded
As they should in order to perform well.
His form is poor.
Technically incorrect from what I remember
When I did the same
So long ago.
My hands were small then.
They were flat against the keys like his,
But his are passionate.
They need not abide by the technique.
Moving on their own
Because they want to,
Not because they are told.
His concentration is fixed close to the sheet music.
He pauses to understand,
Practices the line,
And picks back up.
Maybe not perfectly, but passionately.
He does not see me at first, so fixed in the music.
I can't explain.
My emotions are sorrow, joy, and envy.
I am not sad because of you
I am enjoying listening and watching too much.
Those hands that glide.
Those hands that I know in my hand.
Those hands that are long and limp.
Those hands that touch my face when they wish to.
I want to control them because I cannot control mine.
Mine do not make music.
Mine do not love.
Mine are limp, b
TearsCrying is a gift whenTears5 years ago in Other More Like This
you are sad.
It takes away the guilt of almost
Crying is a way of showing pain.
Crytle droplets flowing
from anothers cheeks.
Light refecting off
crystle spheres alumnates
Another sits beside them shareing
A photo drops along with crystile spheres
at ones feet.
Small children glare
curled up in a corner.
A young man walk in
slaming the front door
The room turns.
Will we ever know what happened.
Riverbank DovesHer pale fingertips, lithe and limber, and born to dance across ivory and ebony, were intertwined with a red silk ribbon, dancing across the sky, and whispering to the clouds. She carried a white dove on that string with her, wings the color of frostbitten windowpanes. Walking, with bare soles across the eastern riverbank of wave kissed pebbles, she carried that small prospect of peace with her, wondering where home was if her heart had no place.Riverbank Doves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shore told her stories of other souls that had walked the same banks, tales that curved through history books and hourglasses. Her dove, the shade of the moon, sweeping it navy velvet overcoat over its shoulders, played in the long grass, crying for distant places and lost homes that only came to it in dreams. The girl learned to mimic the moans that the bird let out, so that her own sobs could be covered by the blanket of the bird's mournful songs.
Nighttime came for the pair, when the traffic slowed to only the rare streak of light in th
We're Just GirlsMaking us prettyWe're Just Girls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll cover our faces
With colors and paint
In all different places
Maybe you'll look
And it won't be wasted
Your lips are soft
The sweetest I've tasted
We're girls, we try
We want to be seen
Make us feel strong
And feel like a queen
But for most
We're just a face
And you'll never know
When our hearts will race
By touch of a hand
And look of a gaze
You walk right past
As if in a haze
Looking for Barbie
But she isn't real
Why don't you see us
Or know how we feel?
We can't look like models
Because we're just girls
We try to look pretty
Put our hair in curls
But no one will see it
We'll just go back home
Feeling so lonely
And just so alone
We are DisturbedSights and sounds and thoughts and heartsWe are Disturbed4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have all begun to fall apart
It's like an explosion when we touch
Is it possible to be in love this much?
Let's burn to the ground, this city of pain
Let's make sure they know that we are insane
With a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my door
Who could really ask for more?
This world is starting to drive us mad
This game we play isn't half bad
Running with scissors at the speed of sound
If we bump our heads, we'll surely drown
The crazy in us has begun to stir
We are disturbed, we always were
With this 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my heart
I have been hopeless from the start.
Think of youI will think of you forever as something deeply scuffed,Think of you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
polished, and leathered to the touch. I will think of you
as a specimen of the South, with wind-torn elbows pushed
out, the sun bearing witness over the exposed brown of the
nape of your blonded head. I will think of you as something continual,
as a vice, an addiction, and a cure. I will think of you as a product from
some unnamed underworld where it is okay to be in love and
also in lust; where it is okay to desire stability but to search for
stimulation. I will think of you, forever, when I think of that
quotation about how erotic love embodies the meaning of life
without disclosing the details. I will think of warm rain against
cool glass, and beer foamed to the brim. I will think of you as
loamy hot red dirt, puffed with morning heat, and I will
think of you as something I could never quite reach. I will think of you,
truly, sadly, regretfully, and forever.
that is the best I can do.
HopesHopesHopes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each hope is like a flower,
The ones that wither when they're touched.
Each hope is like a letter,
Crumpled when read too much.
Each hope is like a flying bird--
You cannot keep it down;
Each hope is like the Word of God,
Bombastic trumpet sounds.
Each hope is rare, and pure, and new,
Like a child in the womb;
Each hope is fair, and sure, and true
Like the words etched on a tomb.
I gave my hope, the last of mine,
I gave my hope to you
And that was wise, because in time,
You gave me your hope too.
And our hope is like a fortress,
Fortified and strong;
And our hope is tough and fearless--
And will go on
The VisitThe VisitThe Visit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you today after so long
You still have your book of philosophy
It is battered and the pages are dog-eared
Yellowed from the touch of nictotine-stained fingers
The spine fractured and the cover faded
The wrinkles on your face are more pronounced now
Eyes that are not what they used to be
Skin that has cracked and is as fragile as parchment
You have wheels instead of legs
I still have my book of fables
It lives among the boxes in my closet
I wanted to keep memories of you hidden
As I tried to run from the past
There are small lines on my face now
My eyes are colder and have seen more
I no longer wear flowers in my hair
And I've forgotten all the nursery rhymes
Spring has passed us by
The days of collecting unopened chestnuts
Of picking dandelions and making wishes
And skipping stones across the lake
I remember the way you held me on your shoulders
The times you pushed me on the swing
And read me bed-time stories
To chase away the monsters under the bed
Now I face t
Winter WonderlandA tiny flake falls to the ground and lands on the tip of her tongue. The first flake of winter, the first snow of the year. Other flakes follow it's descent down from the sky onto the earth below. They cling to her black hair, white against black. In a few short minutes her hair is intertwined with the cold winter night.Winter Wonderland5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The street she stands on is part of the old city. The houses all but standing mostly just rubble and bricks. Gas lamps erected in the street at regular intervals, once beautiful and lit, now dusty and broken. She could almost imagine how the street used to be beautiful and elegant in the newly fallen snow.
Children would be walking home from school, laughing about the days' events, gossiping about rumours. Parents would be arriving home from work in their carriages their horses tired from the ride home. Footprints would be engraved in the snow from both the horses and people along with wheel tracks from the carriages.
As the sun start
Razor BladesI was always taught not to play with razor bladesRazor Blades4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When I do though, the pain, it slowly fades
Such a simple toy it is, a sheet of steel
Somehow it helps my emotional wounds to heal
I know that what I am doing is weird
If my scars are seen I will probably be feared
That is why I always make them out of sight
When my family are sleeping in the dead of night
I am supposed to use this tool for shaving
Good thing you don't know how I am behaving
If you were to see what I have done to myself
Then you would really begin to doubt yourself
This might just continue for the next few decades
This relationship I have with my razorblades
Life Between Fear and LoveIt wasn't about getting him to stop hurting himself.Life Between Fear and Love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It wasn't about helping him understand that what he was doing was wrong, either. It wasn't about showing him the constructive aspect of life. It wasn't about giving him another way out. Nothing ever is that simple.
People prefer these kinds of tragedies be second-hand knowledge, arbitrary and diluted enough so that they can push it away with a simple "too bad". He was no tragedy, although he was treated and perceived that way. And also he was not wrong in the way he thought. However, he vividly saw something no one else was aware of. He was so intensely conscious of a presence that no one else could identify themselves. It was about fear and knowing fear closely and intimately, embedded into the world he saw. Here was life in its full expanse and he did not know what to do with it.
You'll have to understand that, with fear, there is no right or wrong, black or white, justice or chaos. True fear is so much more than that, so much more
Hold MeI want you to turn around while we're walking apart,Hold Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And grab my wrist and pull me in.
It doesn't have to be a kiss
Just hold me, that's it.
I promise I won't shake you off,
No matter how angry I seem to be.
I promise I won't turn away or refuse you,
No matter what we're fighting about.
What makes me sad,
Is that you don't see
That all I want is for you
To hold me.