The Problem With Elia.she could have been a violin;The Problem With Elia.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
born a week too late, she had
melancholy in her bones: doctor lizbet
took time out of her schedule to pluck her
newborn strings - calloused sanitation against
mottled pink-and-yellow flesh & thrashing limbs.
in three more years, she will have
nothing in her bones at all: doctor estair
diagnosed her with iatrophobia to fuel her
instinctive chords - ripple-free shells of liquid
lobotomy & a capsule to callous her pink-and-yellow
flesh against the thought of just getting over it all.
ten years after that, her mother will
find her face down and thrashing: her dust
bunny bones will flex as she retches up her memories
for display - lawyers will spend the next few years pawing
through them with clawed hands and heaving breathing until
one day, they find lizbet and estair huddled amid the rubble of her bones.
Hearing Half of a Conversation Forgive me for helping you understandHearing Half of a Conversation2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you’re not made of words alone.
—Roque Dalton; Clandestine Poems
I first learned how to build a house of playing cards in an adolescent psychiatric unit in suburban Chicago. A roommate taught me a trick, a mindset really, to have while placing the cards themselves— that a house of cards is always stacked against itself to stand. My trial-and-error attempts led to a lengthy row of playing cards
My heart over you'reMy heart2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
takes my When with
smile lips me,
a . my
i was real, oncei.i was real, once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me once
that dreams never really take flight.
that their gossamer wings splinter into
on the harsh planes of reality,
and as i stretch out my fingers and touch
finger tip to claw tip;
a tenuous grasp with the fragments of
what was once
i think that you were right.
i carve prehistoric, cave man sketches into my skin
and hope and against hope that these dragons and dreams will bear wings
[and together we will shine]
but i just can't win because the universe
match each other step for step, move for move
and the chess pieces of our eternal game shatter
as the knight moves to E3 and claims
the crown of a fallen king.
[together we'll illuminate a world]
i heard you speak but i pretended to hear only
the rush of passing memory as you asked
"Why won't you love me?"
[it's can't not won't]
the only question that ever really mattered
and i turn and wonder when my world became
saturated with thoughts as du
BrailleI can't read you by sight,Braille3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't remember which arm
Your birthmark is on,
Or the number of freckles
On your face.
But by night I learned
Your Braille by heart,
A secret language
Hidden by touch.
I don't remember the exact
Hue of your eyes,
But I remember
Your skin under mine.
Technicolor ClosetsI can get married.Technicolor Closets2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There are wars outside these walls
where children lay on sidewalks
and are thrown to the ground
with insults and slurs,
riddling their bodies
and the monumental step
mankind has to offer me
is my marriage.
than that of the state
preventing me from being in a union with my partner
recognized by both God and law
I wonder if it even matters
that my rights
are being debated
when there are people
still being hurt by the words of
those who run this society
cisgendered, privileged males
who tell me what to do
with my body
regardless of my gender,
regardless of my race,
we are all below the white, upper class, straight man
Do you ever wonder why I sound so bitter?
Do you ever wonder why I get sad?
My school district was a battleground
the bombs always went off and
at the end of the day, the school
only took a neutral stance on my sex
All the Things You Never KnewIt was your favorite thing to say. “We know everything about each other. Not just the good things, but even the bad ones. We have no secrets.” And the way your eyes lit up when you said it, how your arm would curl around my shoulders and squeeze me against you… I couldn’t say anything. I promised myself that I would when we were alone, but the moment always seemed wrong and eventually the fact that I still had secrets became a secret itself.All the Things You Never Knew3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It turns out I wasn’t the only one.
I never told you about the crying or the cutting or the nights I spent awake staring at the bottle of pills. I was terrified it would be too much for you to handle, so I didn’t mention the time I ran away, or the first time I ended up in the hospital. I locked the memories up in a box inside my head with “For Tom, to open later” written on the outside.
And you, in turn, never told me about the cancer, fearing it would be too much for me to handle. Well, you were ri
Slow, LoveI am a box of bones; attic-drenched,Slow, Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gathered in the grief of storms.
I am a catalogue
of failures, listed alphabetically
for ease of use; God knows
why, since no one ever looks
beneath the covers.
Different Worlds: Part 1 (Commission). LevixReader Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, you wondered, looking around the unfamiliar, dark streets. It was around one in the morning and if it weren’t for the street lamps, it would be pitch black. It was starting to get cold, and you were ready to go home and end your adventure. You had snuck out in hopes to bring a little excitement into your life, but after wandering around aimlessly for an hour, it had become clear that a secret nighttime excursion wasn’t going to bring any excitement into your life. Let me think, I’m on Sina Boulevard. That’s near the Wallist Church, I think? Or is it by that entrance to the underground? God, why can’t I think?!Different Worlds: Part 1 (Commission). LevixReader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Let go of me, you son of a bitch!” a female voice cut through the cold night air. Oh no, is someone in trouble? You ran towards the sound of the girl yelling. Out in the open street, three MPs had three thugs in chokeholds. Various pieces of jewelry were scattered aroun
.i think.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the reason i'm asexual
is because there's so much more to us
and i can't help
but to see all of it,
why you can't see what i do.
we are so much greater
than a mess of sweaty limbs
and desperate breaths,
made atop the sheets,
and i'm so much deeper
than a few choking syllables,
and it's not my fault
that you can't see that.
BitterDusk wrapped us in its ephemeral eternity; moments that lingered before their passing. In their wake, memories would flutter into the distance of remembrance. The ambiguity of time would distort the details, but we still remember the small little things like the date, the shorts she wore, and how water was cold at first and then warm.Bitter6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was April 22nd and we decided to go bathe in the river behind my house. Though the path was treacherous, we made it down the muddy slope in one piece. Covered in mud, twigs and wet with sweat, we sank like stones into the water. We mingled with the rocking currents, dissipated into the breeze.
Sometimes, shed come up and sit on a lime-covered stone. Leaning forward with elbows propped on her knees, she offered me smiles while her tee cupped her breast in place. Kiss me, shed say and Id oblige. Her breath tasted like the river and her lips had the same texture as rippling waves. They brushed and pushed, pulled li
Temporary EtherealityTemporary Ethereality5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
One moment you're there,
Bringing beauty to my life.
Next moment you're gone,
Leaving me here, all alone
To cope in this hard, grey world.
AloneTitle: AloneAlone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: John wants Paul's attention
Disclaimer: I do not own the Beatles
"Paul, lock the door."
"John, they live here, we can't just lock them out."
"John," Paul cooed tossing his jacket to the side as he sidled up to his lover, cupping his cheek in his hand gently as he peered into his eyes, "Do you really want George and Ringo to be left wandering the street the whole night? They could get mobbed."
John sighed, "No... But-"
"No buts. C'mere," Paul giggled arms wrapping around John's neck as he pulled the older man in for a kiss, John complied, wrapping his own arms around Paul's waiste as he kissed him back.
"I've missed you."
"We've been together all day" Paul giggled, bumping John's nose with his own.
"No we haven't, we've been Beatle John and Beatle Paul all day, John missed Paul."
"John, I love you."
They kissed again, Paul walking John backwards towards the sofa, unwilling to le
I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,I Am Flawed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
I am flawed.
I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.
I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.
Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
Anytime At AllTitle: Anytime At AllAnytime At All5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Word Count : 4,944
Disclaimer: The Beatles do not belong to me
Do you know the feeling of a cough that is so throat splittingly painful you can actually feel your ribs shaking as it happens? It's the cough that lets you know you'll be staying home from school that day, or work, depending on your age of course. It's the cough that makes your family pity you and your friends avoid you 'please don't make us sick dear!' Yeah, nobody wants to be sick.
But I am sick my darlings and I have been for the last three days. No matter nothing to worry about there, but I do have a little treat for you. I was scrimmaging through some old misplaced memories and I found quite the story for you! So please ignore my obnoxious coughs and try to enjoy the day Paul fell ill...
"Today class we'll be taking a deeper look into the works of some of the more mod
YellowLook at the stars,Yellow4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow
So it's night again. The hotel room window was open for a while, and since then John was anchored there, staring at the sky, mesmerized by those shiny little spots. On that night, the stars seemed brighter and more yellow than ever.
John was never of notice details. Maybe that's why he had never seen the stars, or, if he saw it, was only a glance; without paying much attention. He never had been very thorough.
However, there he was, staring at them. Staring at them as if they were his confidents of several stations.
Maybe they truly were.
He never paid too much attention to those little yellow dots in the sky, but after some thought, he realized that they were always there. Always there in the sky, every night.
Suddenly, he looked at Paul, wrapped in the sheets, sleeping peacefully. Wrapped in his bed sheets; his soft hair on John's pillow. Is that possible? To love someone
an apology will never be enough for thisthe first time i saw you naked the scars brought me to my kneesan apology will never be enough for this2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and left me holding an ocean of my own making in shaking hands.
there were less here than there were on your limbs
but these no longer had stories.
you had forgotten them,
lost them within your own folds
and never thought to lure them back out with the temptation of repair.
you had created your very own tribe of lost children
and i could not bear the weight of them pressing into my thighs
when you told me you wanted to forget (again).
Anytime At All: Chapter TenAnytime At All: Chapter Ten3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I don't know if I can do this." John muttered, standing outside the hospital room door. Ringo gave him a lopsided smile and rubbed his shoulder.
"You'll be fine" He assured him.
John nodded, his heart thumping. He turned to Paul, leaning on both of their shoulders. He had just been released from bed rest, but came with them instead of resting. He coughed and fell against the wall.
"Come on, John; go on inside, he's about to collapse." Ringo chuckled.
"I'm fine!" Paul insisted, a hand on his stomach.
"You should be in bed." Ringo sighed.
"Shaddup," Paul groaned, "I just got out. The bedsores are killing me."
"Lord," Ringo laughed, "right honest you are."
John shushed them and opened the door slightly. Like last time he was here, the lights were off and all was dark. It reminded him of how much he hated the dar
Eyesbrows and DrunkoversThe Eyebrows of Harrison and the Drunkover of StarrEyesbrows and Drunkovers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
George is forced to get his eyebrows waxed and Ringo has a uncomfortable drunkover .
Rating: Erm... I dunno. Bit of swearing, but that's it
Disclaimers: The Beatles own themselves and if I did own them, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about them, would I?
John Lennon sat on his bed reading The Sunday Times with mild interest, his legs crossed at the ankles. Ringo was lying on his stomach next to him snoring lightly, his face turned away from John. He was drooling slightly on the the pillow, one arm wrapped around it. His legs were sprawled about everywhere, barley leaving room for John on the bed, but he didn't mind. Paul was sat on the small sofa near the door, munching on a slice of burnt toast, reading a book that was placed on his crossed legs.
"Shmrr..." Ringo murmered in his sleep, rolling over to John. John looked down at him, with a raised eyebrow.
"He's a right weirdo when 'e sleeps."
"Not as bad as you, your snorin'
I've Just Seen a Face. JxG Chapter 1"Paul...a-are you sure about this?" George asked, waiting with Paul at a bus stop in the middle of the night. Paul was smoking a quick cigarette while waiting with him.I've Just Seen a Face. JxG Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Of course I am, George," Paul said after taking a quick drag. "He'll let you in the band with no problem." George held onto his guitar case tightly, his anxiety showing on his thin, heart-shaped face. "Ah, here we are..." Paul said, stomping out his half-finished cigarette as the double decker bus approached them. George gulped a little as the bus slowly stopped at the stop and allowed them to get on. Paul quickly led George up the small staircase to the top deck. Once they were there, he heard Paul give a quick greeting to the older boy sitting in the middle of backseat. George bit his lip when he finally came to the conclusion he was was staring straight at the infamous John Lennon.
"Hey there, Macca." John said, looking up, a very small, half-smile on his lips, his eyes travelled to the young boy standing behind his
Five and SevenTitle: Five and SevenFive and Seven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: It's Paul's fifth brithday and the first time our boys ever met
Disclaimer: I do not own John and Paul
"Paulie love stop squirming! The guests will be here any moment for your party and you're not even close to being ready!" A woman growled as she tried to wrestle her son into his silly little birthday hat that his grandmother had gotten for him as a surprise. The little boy would have none of it, however, so Mary McCartney huffed, throwing her hands into the air, "You're impossible!"
Paul pouted, kicking his legs out sadly as he gazed up at his mother, "Five."
Mary sighed, the softest of smiles stretching across her face as she reached back towards Paul carefully, slowly straitening the hat on his head, sighing in relief when he didn't push it off, "Yes hun, you're five today." Paul held out his hand in front of her face, spreading the fingers as wide as he could and smiling proudly and like many t
things worth remembering.we could sing soft lullabies under the stars,things worth remembering.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
songs about happiness and dreams
and a perfection that's flawed, a perfection
a perfection that's you.
we'd go to the park, maybe,
just to watch the wind kiss the flowers,
and you'd name all of them.
'just because they're lonely',
you'd say. 'just because
they need love too.'
you need love, too.
if your heart was a color,
it'd be bright, beautiful, and
crayola would be jealous.
you deserve dreams and hope,
a happy ending and a fairytale
worth believing in. you deserve
happy days, smiles. you deserve
a penguin named stuart and chocolate,
a comet and anything and everything else
you've ever wanted.
you deserve happiness.
the world will never lose its beauty
as long as you're in it.