War is ElementaryDo you remember those horribly cliché stories about fat kids being bullied, never fighting back, and then never making any friends because no one else wants to be bullied too? That's the story of my life (well sort of anyway). The part about being bullied when I was younger is true enough, but the part about never fighting back or making any friends… not so much. Not only did I fight back, I oftentimes won. My greatest victory was during my 4th grade year in elementary school, when I had five close friends to protect from the other kids. This is the memory of the last day this particular group decided to pick on us, and it's the beginning and end of a war.
The little ruffians seemed to sort themselves by gender. Both groups were equally vicious, the main difference being that the girls didn't pick on us very often, but stuck around until the end of elementary school; and the boys only attended the school a short while, but harassed us daily. My friends and I were always t
Sweet KidBresh's allergic to strawberries.Sweet Kid2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The last time he ate some he spent two hours squeezing vomit through his swollen gullet, nearly drowning in spit, half-digested food and gastric acid before his father opted to throw him into the car and drive him to the ER. It was a suicide attempt. He knew he would go to hell for this. But Bresh had somehow banked on God not noticing that it wasn't accidental.
Death by strawberry.
He thought that was funny.
Vanishing starI saw a star in the blackest nightVanishing star3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I reached for it, jumping high.
As jumps were not enough, I had to take flight
And venture in the dark, following the light.
Travelling in the dark was scary,
But the truth is that I never got weary.
Against all odds I fought with great bravery,
To reach for that star that was my fairy.
But when I thought that I could catch her,
Suddenly her light started to blur.
And as my hand reached for the last vanishing spark
There I was, left alone in the dark.
CardiganI liked your cardigans because they were as soft as your skinCardigan2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and they seemed to match the atmosphere when we would sit at park tables,
eating our words with silver spoons
and sitting next to each other rather than across because we didn't like the rules
of platonic relationships.
You were left handed and your fingers and elbows would sometimes
accidentally collide with mine and you apologized
and I said that it was okay
when I really wanted to beg for more.
The truth was that I only ever wanted to know you and
touch your jaw and your fingers
and your elbows and your collar bones but that was not
appropriate for park tables and silver spoons
and you only wore cardigans around people who you thought of as just friends
and nothing more
ClawsWait...don't go. I'm sorry. Don't you trust me? It was an accident. I didn't mean...to hurt. Please. Come back. I'll be more careful. It's just...the claws. Not me. I would never, ever...would I? I do own the claws, true, but still....it was them. I just own them. It's not my fault. I had to. Please. If I hadn't, I would have...lost them. I need them. They love me. Can't you see?...I just carry out it's wishes. But, it's okay now. I'm done, well, they are. For now. You're safe. Why...don't you believe me? I'm sorry. But I can't stop. Nor can I tell you their reasoning. They won't let me. I wish I could, though. But it'll be worth it, you'll see. They need me too...so they can stay with me. They need sacrifice, to know I'm worthy. I'm sorry...please don't cry.Claws3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
untitledi want to unfold your body and your souluntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to read your every thought like a novel in real time
to know what you really think of me
i crave the feeling of understanding your despondencies
and knowing the stem of your insecurities
as well as your discretion
i want to melt when i touch you
and creep through your skin
and occupy every crevice of your mind
until i am the only thing you think about
i long to be the marrow in your bones that keeps you from falling apart
or to be your spine
to always support you and keep you from collapsing
but still send shivers running through you
i wish to see the way you see
to appreciate the little things
to dream in the same shades of violet as you
and add to them a deep passionate red
i want to awaken your most precious memories
and relive the glory days with you
and somehow insert myself into the banks of your brain
and occupy the empty space forever
in short i want to know what it is that draws you to me
so that i may never let this quality withdraw
The River Acheron(a movement of blood - destiny)The River Acheron3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a place where life ends and love begins..
It is the river where lovers meet
~ A river forged in deepest scarlet.
Lost in the silence of blackened candles,
clad in silhouettes of poison I seek love
In the song of a ravaged dawn I hath drowned
Deep in the flesh of the underworld I bathe in
the nectar of requiem
O' father, caress my untamed wounds with
your dread, lest I wander among angels
Dark'n dreary the river's sorrow, as shadows
spill from mine eyes unto gardens of ebony
where my ache forever sails in portraits
of scarlet & decayed dreams
Under a blood-filled sky, I shall undress you
in the abyss of my dead soul
The wilderness of your lips I will ordain in
temples of melancholy as you lust and wither
Ash and sanguine bespeaks in the mists of
my sable carriage as haste I night's garnish
Surrender thee to eudemon horizons for
thou hath become the audience of
my eternal darkness
Bequeath your soul t