InspirationInsiration flows like a tap.Inspiration9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes in a rush, eager to go somewhere, to be fully formed
other times slow, deliberate, thoughtful, unsure.
My inspiration comes often at night
carving an uneven path through sleepy thoughts
half formed, half created by a lethargic brain.
My inspiration comes at her own pace
days and days of white paper and no ink.
Other days ink but no paper.
Heedless of my frustration.
Words and images that I have never experienced or touched
but they are real.
Sometimes with the sharpness of a teacher, I learn, always.
My inspiration is always in progress. I understand only part of
what I have created.
But I keep on learning.
And my inspiration keeps on flowing.
Sometimes in a rush and sometimes quietly.
I just have to listen.
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBeautiful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
Five Seasons (Alternate) There was this moment, early last May, when I could have glanced up from the book I was reading at the breakfast table.Five Seasons (Alternate)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could look out my window and see you standing on my lawn, this waif in a windbreaker grinning at a daydream you're probably too old for. I could bring you an umbrella. I could invite you in for coffee, and we could lose the whole day debating questionable Scrabble plays. We could take to the streets after dark and try to find an all-night diner that will feed us both for less than fifteen dollars. I could fall in love with you.
But I don't.
You go home with nothing but a story about how springtime leaves you feeling lonely. Your roommate blows off a dinner date to take you out for drinks. You send a Chardonnay up to the stage between sets and the singer takes you home.
The new girl at work works up the nerve to ask me out.
I don't have a reason to say no.
I Was Lost Till I Met You: 1PikachuxMeowthI Was Lost Till I Met You: 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was lost.
Everywhere she looked was something new and strange. The buildings were taller, the people were scarier, and she was alone. Barely tall enough to reach anyones knees too.
Daddy? Pikachu yelled into the crowds. She stood close to a small red mailbox, sticking next to it like glue. It was the last place she had seen her father and brothers at and couldnt seem to find them anymore. Nii-saaaaan! she shouted in the loudest voice she could muster.
Still no one came out of the crowds that remotely resembled her parent or siblings.
Tears began to burn in her brown eyes. Hugging her doll of a boy in a red cap closer to her chest, she began to sob quietly to herself. No one seemed to care about the sad little girl in the sky blue dress. They passed her like she was invisible. Or a worthless little spec in the great world. Not even worth glancing at.
Daddy Nii-san Pikachu sobbed, cradling the doll in one arm a
fa(r)ceface me, faux pas prince;fa(r)ce5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
meet my eyes,
take a deep breath.
where do i go in the wake
of your empty empathy embers
burning through the walls
i built to hold me safe -
this honesty blisters blatant,
and i wonder how perception
has managed to fail you
in such a spectacular way.
face me, flighty fighter;
hold my gaze,
hold my gaze,
only cowards look away.
this is a warning,
or a goodbye.
if you play at salvation for long enough,
maybe someday you'll be able
to save yourself.
this is a machination that whirs
and you imagine that you
know me, daydreamer -
i am so much more
face me, flickerswitch;
maybe i would love you more
if the lights were out.
(maybe i could love you longer
if you kept your mouth
and sometimes i believe
that you can only love me
when i'm playing
because you're so busy
in your role of saviour
RainwaterHer hand pulled from mine –Rainwater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.
"I no longer
in storms like you."
smotherher spine was dusksmother8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
journeyone hand on the doorknobjourney7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it smells of nutmeg and lead
leading me on
there's a secret carved into the wood
right on the other side, where my hands
don't reach, can't reach
will you reach out to me?
i swallowed the cookies
before grabbing the key
is me in my nutshell
on a sea of foreign tears
(i don't remember the girl
don't remember crying)
while i nearly die of thirst
but never quite reach you...
lovely poison, come to me
i have wandered this world and i need
to see the other kingdom
where fairies dance and doors are no more
locked to me, i'm always the right size
and i'm a wonder
just like everything else
let me be
InspirationRemember that when you're all alone and all hope seems gone, when that moment comes where you want to break, I want you to remember that life goes on but you chose how. That you have a choice...chose to live life. Dreams will never come true by themselves, they also wont surface without ambition and passion. Understand that after you've been depressed, you will appreciatte true happiness so much more and you'll know not to throw it away. The world is a wonderful place, but the people on it are selfish and simple minded.Inspiration10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
So know like always you have a choice. Do you lift yourself up and do somethng, or do you end up looking like the rest? I believe that things are what you make of them. A pile of wood can easily be crushed and burned. But with passion and ambition you can build a sculpture that will amaze the world. It can still easily be burnt, but its your job to protect it. This is life, and you only have a certain amount of time to live it. Every second that passes is a chance to ma
LustHe listenedLust5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To her laugh
As if it was a symphony
And she hung
On his words
Like they were vines.
sucker punch lovershe wassucker punch lover9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
taught to speak
in blood and
a fist where
her mouth should
be and baby,
she loves to
make you bleed.
Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 1Mis diarios del fin del Mundo parte 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Recuerdo el fin del mundo…
era un viernes."
- 00:02 -
"No es lo que dicen, sino lo que hacen es lo que más me preocupa
(…) porque aún actúan como si todo estuviera igual que antes."
"Después de los zombies y de los alienígenas,
las catástrofes naturales no estuvieron nada mal,
aunque mi madre me riñó por no meter la ropa."
- 08:50 -
"Extraño el Internet"
- 07/01 -
Hoy unos niños encontraron un libro,
me preguntaron donde iban las baterías
Los champiñones asados son nutrivos y deliciosos,
si puedes atraparlos."
"La fosa radiactiva es un bonito lugar para ir a dar una vuelta tomados de la mano,
solos tú y yo."
"Extraño los dulces de abuela,
ya casi no queda gente vieja por aquí."
- 09/29 -
Todos los domingos por las mañanas,
un señor muy viejo con voz de niño nos reúne a todos en familia para darnos regalos, concursar por ellos,
y nos canta canciones sobre la alegría de ser niño.
.not too much more.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
icicles in the desert.
whatever you give me,
give it to me undivided.
thank you for your quintessence:
"if you're out of ordinary,
you need a refill."
i hold two vialsmy moon spiriti hold two vials2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my water spirit.
one goes around
and one keeps
Save me Helter skelter shelter me,Save me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
save me from the fray.
Lead me free me cling to me,
make it go away.
Hear you see you run to you,
be my help and friend.
Near you hold you stay with you,
forever till the end.
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
schoolthe rule was,school4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nobody allowed back in
until the bell rang,
it was an especially harsh
that day snow
kept anybody from
seeing past the school grounds.
a boy had left his coat
and stood in a t-shirt
shivering in a brick alcove
near the door.
one by one
we noticed him
and one by one
yet identical purposes
we each went over
and stood around him,
keeping the wind off.
we breathed on him
and rubbed his arms
and a couple girls
even took turns
to warm him up.
all the dumb, petty
so often in force
in the small
simply weren’t there
as we managed
to grasp something
as the bell rang
and we escorted
the boy to the door,
we encouraged him
to forget his coat
during the next recess--
we had experienced
it wasn’t a game
but it felt like we had won
and we wanted to hold on
for as long as
Leather Bound Birds When I met her, it was raining, so I offered my umbrella.Leather Bound Birds3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Here,' I said, touching the girl's wet shoulder lightly, 'Borrow this.'
A small smiled fluttered over her face, 'No,' she murmured, 'The rain, it's inspiring.'
I didn't understand, 'But, but... You're drenched!'
Slowly, she turned to look at me, her eyes were heavy with pity, 'I cannot take up your offer,' she said quietly, 'When the sky is mourning the loss of summer it is only kind to suffer with her. The summer is her child, and every year he vanishes. If we allow ourselves to taste the agony of a grieving mother on our lips, and recognize it for what it truly is, then we ourselves become stronger. More sentient.'
Still perplexed, I asked, 'But aren't tears meant to be salty? This rain is fresh.'
Quite to my surprise, the girl laughed, 'Oh! Don't be so silly!' Her tone wasn't mocking, but it bruised me all the same, 'Whoever said the rain was tears?' She continued, 'No, the sky
crying aloneemotionless she seemscrying alone2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because she cant say how she feels
she doesnt trust anyone anymore
she can barely tell whats real
her hearts been broken too many times
never healed, she just scarred
although the scars faded they always stayed
blurring the way to her heart
so now she sits alone
jaded eyes she sits and cries
wishing she could have comfort
somebody to dry her eyes
whenever she breathes
she regrets it
she wishes she could leave
wonders why she cant just do it
what is holding her here
on this screwed up world
maybe someday she'll find her purpose
her reason for being born
until then she pushes through
seeming emotionless to prying eyes
she cant trust anyone
so she's always alone when she cries