TM- Walking on airTake my hand.TM- Walking on air5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trust in me.
Because the first step is always the hardest.
Watch the sunset with me as we walk.
Brilliant shades of yellow, red, purple, pink and orange surounding us.
Waves of blue, green, and teal crashing against the brown and gray cliff.
The wind will rush in our ears as we fall, blocking out the sound.
But the beating of your heartbeat is louder, pounding against my skull.
Feel the ocean water, cold and sharp, tearing against our skin.
And know that just for those few moments.
We were walking on air.
HD- GuidingStrong arms wrapped tight around me.HD- Guiding5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pulling me close and telling everything will be okay.
Soft hands wipe away my tears.
Gentle kisses placed against my lips.
You'll away be here.
I'll never lose sight of you.
No matter how thick the fog.
Or deep the sea.
You are my guiding light.
Bringing me home.
TM- PresentAngelo stood there akwardly in the middle of the hallway, trying to get up enough courage to knock on Legato's door. The seventeen year old was never the best gift-giver; he always felt embarassed after he gave them gift, not to mention the knot he gets in his stomach over it. He always worried that the person wouldn't like the gift. Angelo sighed, 'I can't do it...', he thought, and placed the silver box infront of the door. Angie took one deep breath before knocking on the door and running like hell back to his room.TM- Present5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A couple of minutes passed before Leggie walked into the room that Angelo and the Pastor shared, "What's this?" Legato asked, holding up a book in her hand.
Angelo peeked up from his handheld game, and then looked back down before answering, "It's a book." He said, trying to act like he didn't know it was the present he bought her.
"You bought this for me, didn't you?" Legato asked, cross
SC - Hard CandyShe's not exactly one for sweets.SC - Hard Candy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't like caramels, or creams, or sugar of any kind. It's odd, she thinks, because she has a distinct memory of sitting on the floor of her parents' house, downing Pixi Stix and wearing dozens of Ring Pops, pretending that each came from a prince or a movie star or a millionaire; someone who was handsome and rich and would whisk her away to far-off destinations, where she'd be lavished with every single indulgence she desired.
She wonders when that changed.
She thinks she knows.
Coca-Cola makes her sick now. It's hazy and cloudy, but she can almost piece together why. She remembers sitting in a sleazy bar, twirling her fake ID between her fingers, feeling a strange sense of pride whenever it clacked up against her blood-red acrylics.
He was sweet too, she kind of remembers. She remembers he had a silky voice, and straight white teeth, and a charming way about him.
She remembers he bought her a Roy Rogers. She remembers how he strung her along fo
HD- Puzzle PiecesI know that i'm in love with you, and I feel really bad for saying this, but I don't even remember what you look like.HD- Puzzle Pieces5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the basics: you had two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose. I can't remember what color your eyes were, or what hair style you had, but I do remember that you were tall.
And facial hair. I definitely remember that, because it tickled every time it grazed my cheeks.
But it's been... a week? Maybe two. Hell, I can't even remember when it was I last saw you, and it's driving me crazy. I can barely concentrate on everyday life because i'm trying to put together the pieces to this puzzle, but it's not easy.
All the pieces are blurry; a big collage of colors that are supposed to somehow make a face... your face.
I don't remember what your name was, or how tall you were, or even your age. Are you older then me? Younger maybe? It doesn't matter.
I might not be able to
OSometimes I think about buyingO1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
TM: Children of Music Oh...God...What time is it? I wonder, blinking against the streams of light hitting me right in the eyes. Rolling on my stomach, looking at the clock, I discover I've slept half my day away. I huff out a sigh; what does it matter, anyway? Everyone's probably already gone. I roll out of bed. No, literally; my sense of direction in the morning is terrible. With a soft grumble, I peel myself from the floor and trudge across the room to the door. I trip over my pajama bottoms on the way to the kitchen, since they're about a size too big. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I nearly ram into the doorframe of the family room. Geez; I'm a walking hazard.TM: Children of Music5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I catch a movement, deeper in the room and look up. Gepetto stirs lightly in the high back chair in which he's resting, fingers poised over a giant, beautiful cello. The polished wood gleams like a well-kept gem. Whi
TM-We HaveSo we've been broken.TM-We Have6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So we've sinned.
So we've struggled.
So we've lied.
So we've killed.
So we've cried.
So we've cheated.
So we've ran.
We are what we are.
So we've been pieced back together.
So we've repented.
So we've risen to the top.
So we've spilled the truth.
So we've let live.
So we've smiled.
So we've played fair.
So we've stood our ground.
We are what we've become.
So we've realized our pain.
So we've achieved our goals.
So we've stood out among the crowd.
So we've created our own path.
So we've grown stronger.
So we have become one in the same.
.:all the time:.we have all the time in the world to do it.:all the time:.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the time in the world to act stupid and laugh loud and eat cheap sushi outside of starbucks
and meet up awkwardly
and make sexual inneundos at each other
and sing stupid songs and tell stupid stories and never feel like theyre stupid, never time wasted
and slap asses and try on stilettos
and feel so, so warm inside
and put on makeup and lip synch and bitch and be fabulous and everything
and joke about people and gossip and derpes
all in a cute box tied up with brown paper and twine
...because the pretty contents don't need to be in a pretty package...
DriftingI want to float on a cloud.Drifting6 years ago in Open More Like This
To let gentle, caressing breezes push me along.
To let my fingers hang over the edge and skim over the bright blue.
I want to settle into a cumulus.
To tilt my head back to the sun and close my eyes.
To let it warm my cheeks, to warm my heart.
I want to drift into the horizon.
To soar above my problems.
To be where you are.
I want you to join me.
I want us to fly, freely, like two wandering souls.
(Never lost. Together, we'll always know where we are.)
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
TM-Absent AnimaA cherry wood box.TM-Absent Anima6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smell of sweat pea.
Shattering of glass over head.
Please, father, no more.
The pain is not yours alone.
Then quiet once more.
Three times over again, round and round we go.
An empty surprise.
Longing, reaching fingers.
antsYou think too small of us, little person.ants5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying loads far too big and far too heavy.
Like a mountain on an ant.
But you know, don't you?
Ants live in families too.
.:Recess:.Her name is Destiny. That's such a strange name, I think. She's tan, and looks kinda like she'd snap like a twig. Her hair is bunched in pig tails with those little circus animal berets. Her mom does her hair. She's told me. Destiny's not that pretty; but I won't say that. If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all. She's nice, I guess. Maybe we could be friends....:Recess:.5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
They were mean to her, today. I saw it, in the bathroom. Michelle was calling her names; really ugly names. Like ugly. But Michelle isn't pretty either. I don't understand why she'd do that. Why can't you keep all the mean things to yourself? I watched. Destiny looked like she wanted to cry. The other girls laughed. They laughed, and laughed, like it was funny. I didn't think it was funny. I didn't laugh. But I didn't stop Michelle. She's bigger than me. So I left.
I can't wait for recess. I love recess. I hope I beat Ariel to the swings today. She always gets the one that doesn't creak. I hate that creaky
TM-In the RingTHE FOLLOWING IS NOT AN ACTUAL PART OF THE MAFIA STORY. IT'S JUST A FANDOM. THANK YOU, AND ENJOY.TM-In the Ring5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's an odd sensation; I can say that much, at least. Odd, because it's scary and exciting, all at once. Even now, sitting on a wooden bench, wrapping my wrists in tape, I can hear the dull roar of a crowd. They scream, but distantly, muted, like those of lost souls. Lost souls with eyes that burn, that thirst to see spilt blood of the weak. Primal instinct at its best. Kill or be killed. The thought sends my heart into an erratic beat. Adrenaline pushes into my blood, pounding harder behind my eyes, inside my chest. I force my breath to come slow, in through my nostrils, out through my mouth.
I take the tape in my teeth, ripping it and smoothing down the tail. "There's my champ!" an excited, enthused voice calls. Despite my psyche, I smile.
"Hey, Gaius," I reply, eyes flickering up for a momen
better.better6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
it's candy-colored neon lights
it's your favorite bubble gum
it's flowers opening and
it's heartstrings tying unbreakable knots
it's a thousand things clicking into place
and you honestly have to say
it's better this way
... i never needed words...
...they just help the feeling...
30. Under the RainIt's been ugly here, lately.30. Under the Rain5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe the clouds are crying for me.
Nothing really is like I'm used to.
...should've thought of that before I hurt you.
Seeking to lose these tears of pain.
Standing, lonely, under the rain.
HD - wonderI wonder why I love you sometimes.HD - wonder5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought always hits me in the quiet moments, you know, the ones in between talking and making out, and you yelling at me not to embarrass you in front of everyone. Those moments.
I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I could do better.
(no, never. there's nothing better than you)
You're kind of bland and boring-looking.
(and beautiful and amazing and everything I've ever wanted)
Kind of a dime-a-dozen, really...
(how are you even real? people like you only exist in fairy tales)
So, why do I need you all of a sudden? Wasn't I doing fine before you?
(I was living to meet you)
Why do I look forward to talking to you, to seeing you? Why do I worry when you don't respond to my texts fast enough? Lord knows I don't care when other people ignore the beeps...
(I didn't know there were so many ways you can say "fuck" and feel bad)
Maybe it's the way you worry about me; the anxious voice messages when I sleep through
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
Restless Nights So Ill see you soon? I ask, forcing a smile. Jezebel stops on the front porch, turning to me; still trapped in the doorway, trying not to fidget with my tie. She smiles, steps forward and fixes it, along with the collar, which she folds down just so.Restless Nights6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, She replies. Our promise: be back soon, come back safe. For a moment she hovers, but then she steps back, knowing itd be harder for the both of us is she prolonged the departure. Once her car kicks up dust and moves out of sight, I feel my shoulders slump. A steady hand rests on my shoulder; comfortable, familiar. I dont even have to look up to know who it is.
Shell be back soon, Sis, He murmurs. My brows furrow for a moment. Then I bite into my cheek, turning into him. His arms wrap around me securely, while mine are loose, holding onto the back of his jacket for support. I press
rememberand it was colored with freedomremember6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
shades and tints and tones of yellows and reds and blues
turned upside down and inside out
and dangerously liking the new perspective
the world is falling all around him
and all he wants
is to forget
I Am AtlasI am Atlas.I Am Atlas5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Condemned to bear the burden of the sky on my slender shoulders.
This pressure is splintering my bones; shredding my muscles; peeling back my skin.
My knees quiver as I am commanded to bow.
I cannot lift my head; the force along my spine will not allow me to.
All I am able to do, is submit.
My will is no longer a possession that I own.
An escaping soul pours out in a noble crimson--this body is no longer fit for it's inhabitance.
I am Atlas; and all I can do is wait for the sky to have enough mercy to crush me.
Night on the Town I ride shotgun as I watch the night, lit up by the city lights, pass by. Gaius glances around, seemingly as mystified as I was. The metallic click made in the back seat instantly snaps me out of it, reminding me why we were in the car, driving through the city at night in the first place. My palms sweat nervously. Tommy makes an impatient grunt as she attempts to slide her DSR1, a semi-automatic, long range sniper rifle, into its protective sleeve. Gaius looks tense as he glances into the rearview mirror; not that I blame him, because, in all honesty, we didnt need that much firepower. But Tommy insisted, and shed be the one pulling the trigger, so I felt no need to argue over it.Night on the Town6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The casino, a bold, deep red with yellow bulb lights, comes into view all too quickly. I try to keep my breathing even. The hit was an order, I tell myself, just business; business that would kill a man
I wonder what hes doing