ShhhIt hurtsShhh3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It hurts so bad
Right in my heart.
But I will smile for you.
Because you are happy.
Finally you are happy again.
Teresa's Salon IIt was a fine Tuesday morning. Teresa unlocked her salon door and walked in. She was wearing her favourite blue vest and black skinny jeans. It was another day at the salon. She walked to the countertop area and placed her handbag beside the cash register.Teresa's Salon I4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She took out an A3 size piece of paper which was her salon advertisement for a promotion and pasted it on the glass of the salon. The promotion was mainly for the summer. The promotion was mainly reducing the cost of short haircuts. Then, she turned the sign on the salon door from "close" to "open".
She opened the drawer at her hairdressing station and took out her important materials a pair of scissors, a pair of clippers, a few clipper guards and a comb. She then sat on the salon chair and combed her waist-length pink hair.
About 20 minutes later, she saw a lady outside her salon reading the advertisement on the salon. The lady soon walked in the salon.
"Hi! Welcome to my salon! Come and have a seat and let's see what we can
We are freeWe are free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon rose,
And i went out to play.
Under their nose,
and out of the way.
Creatures of the night,
Linger in the mist.
As the fire shines bright,
And we laugh in squeamish fits.
Your porcelain skin,
Shines radiant and bright.
Your soft black hair,
lustrous, in the light.
And i don't care what they think.
Exactly how i'm supposed to be.
I'll do what i like.
Because i am free.
UnbalancedMy life is so very unbalancedUnbalanced4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't help it
On one side I'm happy
On the other side I'm sad
Which side ways more?
I do not know yet
And neither do I want to find out
This unbalanced life of mine
Is difficult to keep up with
But I do it anyways
And I know for sure
That my sadness
Will end up heavier than my happiness
Emmas summer haircutEmmas summer haircut11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emma's summer haircut
Approaching the end of July, Emma decided to go on holidays to Gran Canaria. There were two days until the departure and she was already packed, checking if she hadn't forgotten anything. "Well, I'm not really used to the tropical climate" she thought. "It's good that at least I've taken the broad-spectrum sunscreen with high sun protection factor, but... It will be really HOT in there..." she was still meditating. "Well, I think it can't be helped", she closed the suitcase and went out for shopping.
When she was already done with buying some new clothes she liked to take with her on the vacation, Emma was taking a break in her favorite café in London. She was browsing a fashion magazine to read about the latest trends. Short hair was very popular this year. Well, it wasn't a surprise for her. She was glad that they finished filming the Harry Potter series and she could finally get her pixie haircut. She felt much more light and fresh
The Mis-Adventures of Odysseus On the deep and open sea, Odysseus and his scurvy crew were blown a little off course, just a little. Odysseus, for some reason, was not feeling well, and he moaned as his ship swayed back and forth constantly.The Mis-Adventures of Odysseus4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, my guts I feel woozy. Oh, I need my Pepto," Odysseus groaned as his unusually white face started to turn a slight shade of green. "Why did I eat the curry .BLECH!!!!"
"Master Odysseus! You hurled all over the deck and the rowers! Betsy, get the Pine-sol! This may get messy," said Bob, the one-eyed, peg-legged, hook for a handed, pirate.
"I'm terribly sorry, old chaps. I seem to have lost my lunch on my crew. It's this repulsive diet I've been having. I am laden with spewage by the curry and ramen given to me by the Japanese folk," Odysseus explained as he threw his head over the side of the boat and regurgitated a
BewareBeware4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even if i starved myself;
till there was nothing left but bones.
or if i ran away;
got lost in all the unknowns.
even if i cut through my skin;
in search of that famed red.
i dont know how i could ever
get rid of everything in my head...
i cant starve my problems,
until they've withered away.
i cant run from my reflection,
from myself there is no escape.
i cant cut out my thoughts,
attempt to forget they're there.
i need to fix myself,
cause im a mess, beware...
End of the LineAt my feet there is nothing but crumbling cement. The path ends abruptly, as if it was torn from the ground, leaving only this frayed edge that I stand before.End of the Line5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The grass is growning through the rubble, bright green and wild, expanding to the horizon, beautifully unkempt, lush, a downy blanket lain across the earth. A light breeze toussles the long blades and wafts a sweet, warm scent under my nose. I can see patches of color among the green expanse - flowers in purple, yellow, red, and white. Sunshine touches each petal, and I can almost feel them opening to the warmth, inviting the luminous rays.
I look around for a sign, a message, some guidance and permission to step out into this untouched world. There is nothing but the swaying stems and great blue sky. And the intact cement line behind me.
I breathe in.
I step off the path, not knowing where I will go.
And I am happy.
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
old friendsold friendsold friends7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It is very hot outside and my skin is burning uncomfortably. Your pool is a sparkly pretty glittery blue and it looks so good, I want to jump in. We're sitting on a fountain rock mountain and playing with Lion King action figures. I have Nala because she's a girl, like me. And you have baby Simba because we lost kid Simba last Summer. He fell off Pride rock and landed inside the fountain somewhere under the stones. I remember because we spent two hours with a spatula trying to save him. Our mission was unsuccessful. Nala was very sad.
You have golden blonde hair, blue eyes, specks of freckles across your face and a crooked smile. It's okay because I have a crooked smile, too. I have green eyes that are sometimes blue and sometimes brown. My hair is darker than yours but still blonde and it tumbles in curls over my shoulder in a long ponytail.
Nala says that they should go swimming.
Baby Simba shakes his head no. He's too little to talk yet.
I tell you that maybe we should j
ForgottenWe are the forgotten children.Forgotten5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We are the ones you tried to pretend were fine so you didn't lose face with the neighbours.
All we wanted was your love.
We are the ones who don't want to eat, don't sleep, have mysterious cuts, bad thoughts, sad faces.
And you call us LIARS. ATTENTION SEEKERS. SPOILT. FAKE.
We only lie to stop you seeing our pain.
You hurt us, but still we could not bear to see you hurt.
Why are you so ashamed?
You lock us away for not being "normal".
What is normality?
Are you normal?
If so, being normal would be worse than abnormal.
We'd rather be hurt than hurt others.
You can lock us up, throw us out, shout, scream, cry.
But we are still your children.
But not lost.
Mockingbird MockingbirdMockingbird Mockingbird4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you heard the mocking bird
When she tries to sing
Mockingbird mockingbird, she wish she were queen
With a broken crown
With tattered down
Her brass bells all miss the hour
Where young water flows
To only where the St. John's knows
She perches on her bower
The worn out ward were her ashen wings
Beat softly on the soot stained stones
Where roots and reeds and all their trees
Grow gently on the town hall bones
Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen
I've seen lowliness in her glory
In black and in white
I've seen loneliness in the streets
The squares and the market place
I've seen the wind take the hands of the grain field
And dance while they sing
Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen
Crows set antebellum on fire
Jay bird reign supreme
And Mockingbird, oh mockingbird, she wish she were queen