Black on WhiteInk on paperBlack on White1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My freedom captured
Storm Clouds Look the SoftestWhy do twinkling stars make me feel special,Storm Clouds Look the Softest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does apple cider make me feel so warm?
Why do sunsets calm the mind,
Why do sunrises touch the heart?
Why do storm clouds look the softest,
Why do I gaze into the endless sky?
Why do I keep on writing these things,
Won't someone please tell me why?
Pull on my paper heartPull on my paper heart,Pull on my paper heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because it couldn't have waited.
Just a little longer,
and I would've been skipping over
the stepping stones of freedom.
But your sanity was being tested,
and this was the way to study.
You decided to drag me into the fire,
hoping I had the extinguisher.
Now I'm being called by the east and the west,
and everything is heading south.
All I want to do is run,
but you've crippled me.
So pull on my paper heart,
and see how long it takes it to rip.
I asked myselfI ask myself,I asked myself2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"What is peace?"
My brain answers first, using poetic phrases, wrapped in smooth silk.
"An autumn morning, the dew rolling off gold and crimson leaves as winter winds send chills down sheltered spines. The essence of spring afternoons and summer nights."
I ask myself,
"What is peace?"
The heart breaks through, flooding my body with a joyful beat.
"Piano notes flowing through sweet air, while flames engulf rose scented candles. Innocence purifying the poisoned minds of the wounded."
I ask myself,
"What is peace?"
The soul finally speaks, it's words clearer than any other.
"An icy knife in a burning body, throwing you off the edge on which you were born. It is what we experience as children, and what we fight for as adults."
Peach Temptation The loudest thing the girl could hear was her footsteps. The house was in perfect condition, and reasonably priced, but she still couldn't understand why her parents wanted to live in such a large residence. She was an only child, and they were rarely ever home, so the house would be almost completely empty most of the time. They insisted that she'd be able to have parties here, but she knew no one in this strange town. The walls were dark, and most of the floors were wooden. Though she had objected leaving their old country side home, her parents didn't listen. They must have thought that the city would be good for her, that she'd meet more people. After a month of living there she still knew no one, and every day that passed made her miss her wonderful home by the lake.Peach Temptation2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her parents were out that night, having an anniversary dinner. Lonely and bored, the girl decided to look down the halls. Maybe she'd find a refuge, a sanctuary, or just a place where she could be happy. So far sh
Peach Light I'd seen her on the streets, living in a small house of cardboard. She would often go into the grocery store and buy the lowest quality beef jerky there, and a bag of salad.Peach Light2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She ate it all plain, in her cardboard house. When asking for spare change, she wouldn't let anyone give her more than five dollars. Momma offered to take her to the doctor each time we saw her, but she denied the invitation every time.
The long cut from her temple to her chin never healed, never even scarred. It was a gruesome sight indeed, no doubt it caused her unending pain. Yet, she would never let anyone look at it. Any bandage they offered was denied.
The town was full of rich citizens, and she was the only homeless person living there. She had a job at the car wash - but she worked for free.
"They pay too much, Jenny." she'd tell me. "I can't have that much. That's too much." She seemed to think my name was Jenny, but it wasn't. She called me that the moment she saw me. I told
Invisible Scars Dear Wounded,Invisible Scars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words sadden me,
though not as much as
they must hurt you.
Honesty has never been
very gentle, has it?
I'll listen to your
screams of rage and
regret - I feel like
I've already heard
them. Everyday of my
life, in fact.
My homes don't smell
of cigarette smoke.
One smells of lavender
oil, sometimes orange
zest. The other, however,
smells of barbecue smoke -
thanks to ten years of
fun-filled cook outs.
With two parents constantly
trying to win me over to
their own sides, I've had
trouble deciding which is my
true home. Something inside
tells me I no longer have one.
I only hope I can help turn
your invisible battle wounds
into scars that you'll secretly
admire for years to come, like
I know I will with mine. So
let us raise a glass to turning
invisible wounds into invisible
The thing is, everyone
else will only see skin.
BreathTumblingBreath2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the dark abyss
I've stolen the atmosphere of earth.
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"thinking about you."
HomeTake me away,Home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hills of freedom.
Let me run over open fields,
Or at least let me see them.
I'll watch the sun set,
And the stars rise.
Sit with my back to the fire,
And gaze into alien eyes.
I'll let my thoughts fly,
Go where the seagulls roam.
Close my eyes and watch the fireworks,
I'm going home.
Wrong choiceSaw your scars.Wrong choice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
PsychologyFreud's mother said, "Don't blame me!"Psychology1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Fire and Forest It was dark…and damp. That’s the first thing Casey noticed when she woke up. Usually, she would’ve enjoyed this type of environment, but there wasn’t a bit of color to be seen within these strange walls.Fire and Forest2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And the circumstances weren’t too great, either. Her head was aching, and she found it difficult to concentrate on anything.
Yet, she could still hear her captors whispering outside the strange building, but couldn’t quite decode what they were saying. Instead, she decided to focus on a plan of escape. Casey took a deep breath, attempting to ignore her headache.
Her hands were tied behind her back, and a rope held her legs up, pointing them towards the ceiling. A cloth was very tightly fixed in front of her mouth, preventing her from speaking or screaming. Usually, she’d be able to undo this, if her legs hadn’t been elevated. The rope that led them towards the roof prohibited her from moving her boun
How to Get Away With ItNext time, don't Facebook the evidence.How to Get Away With It1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Smile of TearsThe beautiful Smile.Smile of Tears1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This