Be your own best friendDear person in the mirror,Be your own best friend4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ideas''Terrible!''Ideas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
''Let's do it.''
HeartbreakI woke up and died again.Heartbreak4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To My Almost-ChildSorry you never had a name.To My Almost-Child5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Reluctant TruthIt wasn't love, it was chemicals.Reluctant Truth4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
PhoenixI am stronger than I look;Phoenix2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hard truth disguised
beneath soft flesh
and brittle bones.
from an alcoholic father; an illness
for which there is no easy cure.
But it has poured steel into
the makeup of my molecules, sculpting
from soft clay
and wax the colour of fear. It has taught me
that I cannot be defeated,
not by anything
I inherited my backbone
from my mother: a pliable, rubbery thing
that will bend and sway
but never break,
never cave in on itself
like something fragile. I will rise,
and rise again,
like a phoenix from the ashes, like a forest
after the fire. And I will never
Friends without facesWe sit and we type, and we stare at our screensFriends without faces9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy
Professionals"You've Googled it?"Professionals4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yes. Cut red."
What Music IsWhat Music Is6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lyrics roll off our tongues like poison,
As we scream together, jump together,
And tonight, just for one night,
We share one heart.
And it beats with the drums,
And it wails with the guitars,
And it sings in tune.
It knows every word
To every song.
I'm surrounded by sweaty, cigarette-scented teenagers who I've never seen, and may Never see again,
But at this moment, she is my sister and he is my brother.
Goosebumps cover our flesh,
Tears sting our eyes,
Our voices crack but we keep singing along,
Those lyrics that saved our lives.
The lyrics that have pulled us up from dark depths of misery,
The lyrics that made us get out of bed in the morning,
The lyrics that made us want to stop what we're doing and just...
We're just kids,
Just kids really,
And all we know for sure is those voices, those guitarists, those drummers,
Create music that makes us feel different, impacts us more boldly,
Than any High-school sweetheart ever could.
It brings chills to our spi
IT'S CHRISTMAS, WHERE ARE YOU?CHRISTMAS EVE!IT'S CHRISTMAS, WHERE ARE YOU?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Why I Love YouGaze into your own eyes. Do you see love there?Why I Love You7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In your reflection, there is truth. Objectify yourself to your own view. Study yourself like a math equation. Study yourself like a book. Study yourself like a painting.
Only in knowing yourself can you know why I love you.
Do you see the waterfalls and vibrant shades of brilliant colors within your own eyes? Do you see the depth and clarity and bittersweet joy in your smile? Do you see the endless flow and ebb of your skin; smoothest river, calmest stream?
Say your own name. Do you hear desire there?
In your mouth, there is truth. Think outside of what you normally perceive and listen like a deaf man hearing for the first time. Hear the music in your words. Hear the silence in your speeches. Hear the laughter in your tears.
Only in hearing yourself can you know why I love you.
Can you hear this painfully beautiful symphony in the stories you tell? Can you hear this glorious crescendo of angels singing when you laugh? Can you hear this sn
Six Word Story: For rentFor rent: Remote cabin, stained floorboards.Six Word Story: For rent2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's a PoetDon't fall in love with a poet --She's a Poet7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She'll speak only in riddles and metaphors
And expect you to comprehend
Or maybe even reply in verse of your own.
When you ask her what
Her favorite flavor of ice cream is,
She'll say wheatgrass,
And to favorite color,
She'll proclaim strawberry.
If she loves you back, she might
Say your skin is her sky,
And your eyes, her sun.
She will not be satisfied if you call her beautiful --
She strives for radiance and enlightenment.
She will prefer rich violets to red roses,
Bleeding cherries to chocolate,
And running barefoot through tulips
Instead of candlelight dinners.
And if you spite her?
She'll cry no tears,
Except for the drops of ink
That will come to describe your faults.
It would be simpler if she hated you,
But no, you'll only be the subject
Of her next masterpiece.
To create inspiration is to inspire creation,
So please, don't you dare love a poet --
Don't you dare love me.
DemonsI slit their skin, bleeding out,Demons2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
pull their hair, scream and shout.
I try to swallow the bitter death,
to bring the end, to breathe last breath.
But despite all of the sorrowful crying,
my demons haven't even begun dying.
I punch and hit, trying to break,
create a release for my sanity's sake.
Screaming and raging, all alone,
I sink to the floor and begin to moan.
Now I would still just be lying
if I told you my demons were close to dying.
I crumple more, spirit crushing,
my soul destroyed and my pores bleeding.
My demons leak out, dripping red,
the colour spinning and whirling my head.
Now, at last my demons have are gone
but they've taken me with them...
So endeth my song.
Everybody KnowsI live amongst people who know exactly when they are going to die. They don’t know how and they don’t know where. The circumstances, the cause – these remain a mystery right up until a person’s date comes up. They just know when. Knowing how long you have to live your life has always been the way of my people. Nobody knows any different.Everybody Knows4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Our death dates are private things, nobody else can find them out unless we let them. Some like to try. Others go out of their way to never know. Our dates are found when we close our eyes. There’s no specific length of time, or time of day. We just shut our eyelids and there it is. Everybody knows that dates appear in Corsica font, picked out from the blackness behind shut lids. When you sleep, it’s there. A constant reminder even though nobody could ever forget seeing those numbers.
You can usually tell when a person’s time is beginning to run out. They start selling off their things,
Love HerLove a girl who writes;Love Her2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
go beneath the words you're seeing.
Pick apart the outer shell
and find her true inner being.
Kiss her ink-stained fingers
and gaze deep within her eyes,
ignore the characters she's created,
and just be mesmerized.
Love everything she's been,
who she was, is and will be,
fix the torn pages of her book and
heal the scars on her body.
Lastly, play your part as
the hero of her book.
Always be her savior and
always be her hook.
Me, Myself and IThere's a battle in my mindMe, Myself and I9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So fierce my head is spinning.
It's between Me, Myself and I
(And it's Me who's winning).
Me's the scientific one,
An introvert at heart.
She's cold and intellectual
And rips all dreams apart.
Myself is the chatterbox
Who laughs both loud and long.
Although she cares what people think,
She's happy and she's strong.
And I? I is a dreamer,
She's gentle (unlike Me).
Sensitive and thoughtful,
She wanders, quiet and free.
Now Me is beating I up
And shuts her in a cage.
Myself can only try to hide
Me's frigid burning rage.
You see, Me hates I,
But I can't hate anyone.
So Me can scoff at I's dreaming
And lock her far from the sun.
Timid I struggles to show herself,
But all her efforts fall flat;
She can't be heard over Me's curt silence
Or Myself's idle chat.
And so it's Me who rules supreme;
Myself by now has fled,
And I is in the darkest dungeon
In the recess of my head.
You are one of only a few
Who have heard I's cry.
Please don't let Me rule again
Type vs Typo - The Rocket Man Mash-upRay Bradbury was an inspiration to many artists and writers alike, leaving behind many famous and thought-provoking quotes after his death. Halloween was also one of the topics he wrote about most. What better way to celebrate the onset of ghost story season than with a tribute to one of the finest American storytellers in the form of inspired work presented both through art and literature. At the end of this journal is a real treat; a video that shows just how far Bradbury's literature reached.Type vs Typo - The Rocket Man Mash-up2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
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