Just Another GraveShe had an acquired taste for hate. She treated it like a fine wine, swishing and swirling it around. Inhaling the intoxicating fumes and admiring the aroma from afar. How she loved the way it burned the air as she breathed it in, might as well have stolen the breath from her lungs. But before she could pleasure herself with a taste she throws it away, leaving a serpentine stain against the pavement.Just Another Grave5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(That slithers through veins)
She wanted it to.
In a way it did and she enjoyed that acidic bite racing through her body, leaving a trail of bombs within her flesh.
She chose to set it off.
Clutching herself not much more could melt away.
The way to her home was paved with similar wastes of her maintained hate; it only gets better with age.
Her house a darker shade of decay; the antecedent of her so perfectly preserved outer carcass.
(Luminous some would say)
When she took off her clothes you could see that her body was a hollowed out grave.
That long ago lost i
reasons for dying - oneone.reasons for dying - one6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
for mercy, first and foremost. how can you call me cruel when i silence my sister misery? the dead are dead alike. they cannot feel the struggles of the living. there is no body to find the pain; no nerves to sing a symphony of suffering, no hand to hold. i am a journey we make alone, like every other we make in life. just that the path swallows itself as your feet leave the ground. there is no breadcrumb trail, for the dead do not eat. there is no nightingale song to hint at the backwards road, for the dead do not sing. there is no longer any need for home, not when my arms are the one thing you have been waiting for all your life. not when living is really about learning how to die.
make a wishi) Her mirror is wrong. It reflects her backwards, the way other people see her; but she really doesn't want to know how other people see her.make a wish5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ii) There are dead flowers in the vase next to her bed. She picked them one day in an attempt to cheer herself up, but now they're gone and there's nothing to replace them with. So she leaves them there, hoping they make her room seem artistic.
iii) Endings scare her more than anything. When she sees something beautiful she cries, because what's the point in being beautiful when you're just going to disappear? She thinks that nothing matters, and nothing ever will.
stop. breathe. start over.
i) She sits by the open window every night and listens to the stars twinkle.
ii) She catches fireflies in the backyard, just like she did when she was a child. She makes wishes on stars and dandelions and eyelashes, and she plants new flowers. Sometimes, she thinks, beautiful things will just never disappear.
iii) Tomorrow she's going to watch
My Unrequited LoveThe first time I saw you,My Unrequited Love12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
such a beauty divine,
I knew that I loved you
But you\'d never be mine.
Still fighting this knowledge,
I just tried to pretend
that perhaps one day I
might be more than your friend.
A friendship developed,
one stronger than I knew.
Few friends could be so close,
even fewer so true.
Trying to be content
with it being this way,
yet my hope would not die,
it led me astray.
I showed you my feelings,
in your hands placed my heart.
But no one could love me,
I was doomed from the start.
Fearing I would lose you,
I tried to make you see,
that it could be the same,
praying that it would be.
The friendship has mended,
even though it took time,
and patience to rebuild
such a friendship sublime.
Although it breaks my heart,
I do not really care-
so long as you need me,
I will always be there.
I LearnedHoney, whatd you learn in school today?I Learned7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I learned that the world is cruel. I learned that people will try to take your dreams. They will try to rip them into tiny little shreds and then burn them; burn them until theyre only ashes and theres no proof they existed. Theres only the memory, and youll start wondering if the memory was only a dream.
I learned that they do this because someone did this to them; because theyll feel better if they drag you down into a pit of hell with them. It makes them feel like theyve won. Ive learned that sometimes, youll be just like them. Sometimes, youll rip someone elses dreams just to win.
I learned losing a dream feels like someone electrocuted your nerves; I learned that electrocuted nerves hurt like hell. I learned that sometimes you have to cry; theres no other choice and you have no control over it and you dont like it at all, no, you dont.