Kill your darlings.the problem with changing is that you don't really change just a thingKill your darlings.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't really change just your wardrobe or your hair
you change your mind.
and it's not a conscious decision but it is a conscious reminder that
you're not the same little kid
who believed in hate at first sight
and who thought life had just begun (and ended)
you're b(i)(e)tter now, you're a grown up
so fucking act like one!
oh, you're scared. that's okay, have some (balls!) sex
see, now you're allowed to do it, doesn't it make it easier?
and when you realize that, and you notice the changes
you start wondering which one of the voices in your head was right
maybe you were a fake all along
maybe you are a fake now.
there's no doubt you love(d) him, none at all, I'm just saying
he likes Mumford and Sons
and you like Mumford and Sons
but you didn't spend a day under the sun to see Mumford and Sons, did you? (well neither did he)
he wants sweaters and shiny teeth
and you want to dress goth,
maybe glam som
Epilogue: The EndEpilogue: The EndEpilogue: The End1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ashes fall, spiraling slowly downward like hordes of minuscule angels drifting in clear liquid.
A soft breeze disturbs small mounds of white on the ground, sending portions around debris, blowing small white flecks from alleyways and onto a wide, smooth path―a path which cuts like a rigid river through jagged banks of shattered wood, metal, and stone.
Throughout a long section of the pathway, people mill—aimlessly, it appears, their bare feet padding without destination over dark pavement. Pale sunlight arrows through endless gray clouds, flashing and gleaming over the contours of the parade float seated in the wanderers’ midst.
Quiet reigns, the only discernible sound being the occasional clink of a piece of rubble sent tumbling over the paved street from a careless foot. The stillness of the realm seems to extend end
Stronger than SuicideYou are so much stronger than suicide.Stronger than Suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are so much more powerful than the cuts on your arm,
And so much better than your eating disorder.
So much more than your scars.
Please look me in the eyes,
And show me your wounds,
Whether they be on your forearm,
Or your heart.
Have you been skipping meals?
Have you been cutting?
Well, here’s something for you to try.
Think one thing,
Just one thing,
Just remember to prove to the world,
Are stronger than
At The Other End of the BulletThey say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, that didn't really happen to me. I remember it hurting; a searing pain in the back of my mind, and then it was all over...At The Other End of the Bullet2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found myself floating, drifting high above the battlefield. My feet touched something that felt like an invisible glass floor, and soon I found that I was able to stand on it. It took awhile to get over my fear of heights, but once I did; I opened my eyes and just, watched, as the entire world carried on.
Funnily enough, I didn't feel much of anything at the time. I guess they tend to play it up in the movies. They always show that people remain angry, that people have feelings of wanting to do something or to accomplish something. But once you're gone, you don't actually feel much of that.
Instead, I remember being calm. I was very calm after that final moment. I would poke my head every now and again, thinking that the skin would feel raw, but other than that; I was alright. I