Left OutShe's left out to follow the opposite of begettingLeft Out2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's somewhat depressed, somewhat deflected
But possibly willing to change reflections
I don't know myself but what I do know is that
She's so shy, so awry, but possibly willing to fly
But it's hard to try when all her surroundings
Are all that's on her mind along with herself
Something in her dying and fading away
Yet, the days that went blind in a way
Now she's sighing, supplying her days with the flying night
But in many ways, I think she's sensing great emphasis
All while she aspirates through out the day
But she's left out and facing today without a hand
Next to her seconds, her days are become sections
Now that the dusk met the dust
I feel like every other thought of hers becomes synthetic
As she hears someone is gonna end up here, sympathetically
She's left out but some surveillance is her salvation
Help is all th
Letters to the PastTo my 24...Letters to the Past2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're starting to understand
There's maybe such a thing
As happy endings
To my 21...
The world has changed for you
But I promise I'll be here
To pick up the pieces
To my 18...
You're stronger than you think
And the fallacy you live in
Needs to break
To my 15...
Please don't hate yourself
You're right to think you're different
Just be patient
To my 12...
I know you're broken
You can't cry now
But someday you will
To my 9...
Even now so awkward
Life is one big puzzle board
You're just not meant to fix
To my 6...
So brave you stand
I'm ever proud of you
Refusing to submit
To my 3...
I don't have words
Time won't bring her back
But she'll never leave you
I'm 26 next month
I wonder what letters
I'd get back
Papers and Cake Roses were a curious flower, rife with symbolic meaning yet rarely understood. Thorns and blossoms forming an artistic counterpoint, Lyra ceased fussing with the arrangement and finally turned up her face to acknowledge her tutor. It was a rare concession, but she’d grown bored with the basic exercises she’d already done and knew he wouldn't let her advance if she didn't listen to him drone on about what was next. Oddly, he made no move to launch into one of his speeches, and after a moment she realized he hadn't paid her any attention as she ignored him.Papers and Cake2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lyra felt no shame or irony at the reprimand in her voice. Her parents paid him good money; it was his duty to sit and allow her to torment him. Vexingly, he didn't so much as look up, and instead continued writing something in the slim notebook he always carried with him. She'd thought it was to take down his reports on her progress but judging fr
a 500 mile dashOh feeble heart, don't stopa 500 mile dash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only need a moment
to catch my breath. The
incessant rise and fall
of my chest is almost
as exhausting as knowing
I've got years more of this
oxygen-laced race to run.
MundaneI fell in love too easily:Mundane1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell for the stars.
I fell for the sky.
I fell for brown eyes.
I want the boring things:
To wear pajamas all day.
To build a pillow fort.
To wake up in someone's arms.
I like the mundane:
The feel of rain.
The taste of honey.
The smell of lilies.
I fell for all the right things.
Nothing is truly boring.
And "mundane" is just another word
for "under appreciated".
HushBe quiet, so quiet,Hush7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I cant hear you speak,
Your words- they enrage me,
Pathetic and weak.
Youre no one,
A cold witless stare,
Youre so sad,
Theres nobody there.
Youre too thoughtful,
I am sick of you now,
I dont love you,
Dont want you,
Dont like you somehow.
So be mute,
Just to deafen,
The person I hate,
Youre just nothing,
Just no one,
A clean hollow slate.
(Don't) Reach For ItThere is demise in front of you today(Don't) Reach For It2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, for me, don't reach for it now
You're not filled with barren passions
You have this day, you have yesterday
You even have me on your enthusiasm
My unfallen compassion had always been
Reaching your unfallen attraction anyways
After all, I've always had a bleeding heart
I still see you standing there staring at
Chosen despairs so where are you really
Going with the tears that do bear wings?
Is it because your conceptions may
Be becoming your new perception?
Either way, I'm here, she's here, he's here
And your motives are here so if you need
Some help getting through what you end
Up with, someone is open to offer you
Some of their moments to hear your chimes
No matter what, many wo
To ShyI may not have social anxiety butTo Shy3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The shyness inside has me (once again)
The shyness inside got me (like every other time)
It's when I want to met you in person
But this shyness has me again (please let me go)
Friends are awaiting my arrival
An angel is out there waiting for me
(I wish I wasn't so shy)
Why am I so shy?
I can be a good guy
Unless you talk to me, I can be so quiet
I can be a peaceful guy
Then again, I can be so quiet
I always wanted to talk to you but I guess I'm just to shy
Why...Why am I so shy?
I guess I'm that just to shy but then again, I'm not fully sure
This feeling has gotten to me again every time I
Want go talk to someone that I really don't know so well
I know me but why am I so shy? (so shy just to go talk to you?)
Inside, I don't know why I am shy
Maybe I'm so use being quiet or maybe it's just that I'm
Not use to talking to others and it leads me to wait
Just to get a chance to talk to you in person
Snow-girlShe is ice-cold, my snow-girl. Ice-cold, and snow-white, as beautiful as the frost-rimed spiderswebs lacing our tree. Ice-cold.Snow-girl3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wrapped her in my coat - see? - but still she holds the Winter in her heart, clings to the ice and the snow and the frost and the steel-surgical-blue of the sky, blue as her eyes (roll back her eyelids, see for yourself. As blue as betrayal, my snow-girl's eyes), and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my asking.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck three times (you see? Three. Three is lucky. Three threes is magic, but my scarf is not that long), but still she holds the ice and the snow and the frost at the heart of her and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my pleading.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck, and I covered her feet (you see? Such tiny feet, my snow-girl has. So small. Like doll's feet, china-white), but still she holds the Winter in the heart of her, and she will not wake and