DemonsWhen I told you to let go of your demonsDemons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you looked at me and said,
“I’ve tried. But you keep
SinkingSo There's this dream that haunts me,Sinking1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
At least once a week,
Leaving so many questions,
But no answers to seek.
I see my self standing,
In the midst of a vast, still ocean,
Staring back at me,
With lack of motion,
Starting to sink,
My clone looks at me surprised,
It starts to scream and shout,
Looking at me with pleading eyes.
Running to help, to late jump in,
I extend my hand as it's now fully submerged,
I watch it sink deeper,
With a panicky urge.
Engulfing in darkness,
I shout "Swim to the top."
As it replies,
No, I'm giving up.
"Don't you dare stop,
You have a promise to keep!"
"There's no use, I'm in far to deep."
I'm filled with anger,
As i scream and i curse,
As i see it emerging from the waters depth,
Things become worse.
"Come on you haven't got far to go."
I'm trying but it hurts,
"Just think of the surface"
Now it just burns.
I can see it clearly now,
Just a few inches deep,
"Come on hurry."
My lungs are heavy, i just want to sleep.
It's finger tips so close to th
Life of AnorexiaI starve myself,Life of Anorexia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the desire to be thinner.
I have lost so much weight,
but my mind tells me a different story.
I have the desire for perfection,
in hopes someone will love me.
I am not perfect,
nor am I beautiful.
I lose more weight,
for the desire of perfectionist.
But my mind tells me to keep going,
I become thinner then normal.
Food makes me sick,
I feel unworthy, hopeless, a failure.
Maybe if I lose more weight,
I will feel beautiful, secure, and hopeful.
This is the thoughts I crave,
the memories i receive.
The desire for perfection,
is what my mind tells me everyday.
two goodbyes1.two goodbyes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the street, when their gazes happened to
brush up close to one another,
they smiled — tentative crinkles appeared
by the corners of their eyes,
like small sunbursts.
(“always smile at strangers,”
said the father of one. “never trust
people on the street,” said the mother
of the other.)
their shoulders touched: friction
between coat sleeves became
heat between foreign souls.
they said goodbye in the way their
hairs stood on end, in the way one threw a final
glance over the shoulder, in the way
the other thought to turn back and speak,
if not for a mother’s words.
in an airport, when their eyes began to
pool over with obligatory tears,
they smiled, thinking how there is
a little bit of ocean in everyone.
(for one, a saltwater storm of regret
and for the other, an unmoving, frigid
they scraped for what little warmth
they could find between their embrace:
Suffering Taught Me CompassionI am thinking a lot lately. A bit too much. I have a condition that puts me through this deep depression every few years. Sitting here, alone at home, I really started to see the world differently. I think, for the first time in my life, I realised what compassion is. Just a few months ago, I would go out in the world and judge people for what they do and think. Now, when I am the same as them, I understand. So I thought I wanted to share my thoughts and experience with you, so you feel just a tiny bit not alone.Suffering Taught Me Compassion1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
When I was in eight grade, I was in this rather strange school. It supposedly educated kids using the “American” system, whatever that would mean. It was basically a brainwashing machine. On paper, the school is the best one in Bulgaria, mostly everyone who graduates it is able to go where she wants. But there was a darker side. If anyone didn't behave like the perfect student they started to resort to some serious psychological violence, which included locking
Somewhere Out ThereI want to get away from hereSomewhere Out There1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
go somewhere new, somewhere big
where it’s still easy to lose yourself
but not in another person.
I’m tired of being the comfortable
small town girl, and I
don’t want that anymore,
don’t want to take
the easy way out anymore.
I want to take a different kind of chance,
want to move somewhere
where I know no one
and no one knows me,
where there’s no excuse to give up
no excuse to run away.
I’m so sick of loving others
more than myself, sick of it
never being enough, doing enough,
I’m sick of mechanic self indulgence
and of this constant heartache.
I want to rip it out of my own chest
and to make it burn alive.
I’m sick to death of feeling lonely
in crowded halls, on city streets,
sick of finding only hollow space
when touching loved ones,
between the words of books I read,
at the heart of everything I learn.
I’m sick to death of not understanding.
I want to understand.
DAMMIT, HELP ME UNDERSTAND.
Take It All Away.There’s a tear between each smile and a fracture on my heartTake It All Away.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a thousand feelings breaking me and tearing me apart
Knowing when it’s over I may lose my sanity
Embrace the mess I am and the storm inside of me
In the dark I have a chance to fight away my problems
To ignore them all away instead of trying to solve them
All I saw when I looked back was a mass of insecurity
Laying waste to who I am and ripping at the seam
Lowering my already non-existent self-esteem
And I couldn’t help admitting I’m a self-made failure
Walking a broken path as a second-hand savior
And it all adds up to nothing; me in a nutshell
Yanking on the chain that tethers me to hell…
I Plucked A Feather From A Sleeping Angel's WingI plucked a feather from a sleeping angel's wingI Plucked A Feather From A Sleeping Angel's Wing1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So that I could fly.
I waved my arms from the edge of the highest hill,
But didn't ascend to the sky.
So carefully I plucked another breathlessly,
And with one in each hand tightly bound
I strove in vain but the results were the same:
My feet stayed on the ground.
So I plucked the rest in deepening exasperation
(Leaving that poor angel completely bare),
And flailed my arms madly in silent desperation;
Feathers scattered everywhere.
I sat down and cried looking to the sky,
Wondering why I couldn't fly on the wings of a feather,
Then the angel awoke and behind me he spoke
"They weren't bound together."
Reckless AbandonedI've been on my knees at your altar,Reckless Abandoned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to twist my teeth to speak your tongues.
I was baptized in your holy water,
trying to feel your fire ignite in my lungs.
I've read every red letter, and between every line,
and every promise you made.
But I've never heard your voice,
and I've never seen your face.
Prayers screamed to cynical sanctuary ceilings
have echoed through empty aisles
and faded to unanswered silence.
So answer me,
Eloi eloi lama sabacthani?
Father, I am not your son,
why have you forsaken me?
AbortionI warned you not to count your eggsAbortion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before they hatched
but you were too hyperactive,
and you had ADHD and you wanted to bake cookies.
You wouldn't shut up
about how grossly sweet they would taste
and how pretty and glossy the stretched white yolk would be.
You just wouldn't listen
and now our baskets are empty
and those cookies just sit on the counter, untouched,
like that voicemail that your mother left on the phone
begging us not to get that abortion.
Are we murderers?
vulnerabilitySoft thoughtsvulnerability2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mirrored most innocent intentions,
brought to surface
confusion and mental exile -
I found myself walking
a thin line between
what I thought I figured out -
and what I had thought taboo.
I traced a path within your palm;
I found out that I
would melt within your grasp;
a sensation most desperate,
an emotion so pleading
I had found myself in adoration.
Bricks were loose
in the walls I built,
I hadn't prepared myself
a back up plan -
this was a war I would surely lose.
I dug myself a grave
under a willow tree -
he, too, wept for me,
and I caught his tears
as they fell,
gracing the autumn ground.
I had created for myself
the perfect crime -
let my guard down
for just a moment,
and find myself drowning.
This wasn't an organized crime -
'twas a spontaneous robbery,
carving my heart out of my chest,
and laying it out for you,
dripping crimson emotion.
I wanted nothing from you in return -
nothing of sexuality
nothing of objects
nothing of money,
take me down to the river again and throw me in*take me down to the river again and throw me in1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to write to you,
i want to write about you
the way i used to
when your body was my anchor and
my head was underwater -
before my life became defined within the space that
there was something then in the way you'd make me laugh
spitting up blood -
it felt like death from a ruptured lung.
and how sweet it tasted from all the sugar-binges of self loathing
i had to swallow back down with it.
(i never despised myself with more enthusiasm than
when you held my hand)
and remember the day you tied me up in the darkroom
and spilled photographic developer on my back
to watch your image appear and superimpose -
well, i haven't lifted my shirt in public since.
and to the people i share rooms with, and beds with,
and morning coffee,
i swear that it's really just skin deep
and that i keep it there out of guilt,
and how i only sleep in the sheets you died in
to remind myself that you're gone.
Beautiful ScarsWhen I kissed your scars,Beautiful Scars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I told you:
'where once you felt pain
now you'll feel love.'
And I didn't mean
Born To DieBorn To DieBorn To Die1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It feels like you can't wait
To erase me from your life
Wipe me off like a tear
Long before it got to dry
Rub your eyes, rub your heart
Perfect dream of you and I
While I pray and I cry
For love that was born to die
Wish I could go back to
When you stood here by my side
Honest words, open arms
There was nothing left to hide
Handful of fantasies
Days and nights of careless ride
Endless trust took its toll
Flawless picture slowly flied
Walking on earth like a ghost alive I
Cannot believe we have come this far
Running through memories I close my eyes, I
Want to escape kisses those leave scars
Deep in the dark with no light to guide me
I relieve sparks you want to forget
Set stars on fire and may they burn me
To the ground as if we've never met
Now we're both on our own
And I wonder whom to blame
For worthless promises
And that no one stays the same
I feel my colours fade
I'm a picture without frame
Masterpiece that's unsigned
Missing letters of your name
Love should bring happ
Dreamers pathDreamers PathDreamers path5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're setting foot into a dream, a place where nothing is as it seem
In this world of your imagination, you may find joy or desolation
Fields of gold, Rivers running smooth and cold
A sun rising into the sky, rushing to greet it you start to fly
Wind whispers past your ears, in this place there's no need for tears
Clouds on your left and your right, you fly to a place with shining light
The doors swing wide, and you are pulled inside
A smile splits your face; aloud you ask to stay in this place
As you wander through, you seen the faces of people you knew
The ones you loved stop and glare, you can't break away from their hateful stare
Amongst themselves they converse, some mutter and curse
An old friend approaches, then shatters into roaches
They creep and crawl, covering the wall
From there shivering mass, a malevolent shadow is cast
A ghostly hand appears to float, reaching strait for your throat
At last you are awake, but your body continues to quake
What goes aroundA young girl was walking down the streetWhat goes around1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she saw an old lady sprawled on the ground
Looking for something she had dropped
She happily passed the lady without a look
The lady was none of her concern
But just a couple minutes later
The poor old lady was mugged
Just when she had found what she was looking for
A boy snatched it and ran off
Afterward the old lady walked into a restaurant
She angrily threw herself down at a table
And she snapped at the poor waiter
Although the nice boy had done nothing wrong
Soon the waiter couldn't take it anymore
He began to get angry at those around him
It became so bad that his boss noticed
And he was swiftly fired and thrown out
The ex waiter later ran into a teacher
Just coming home from work from work
Though he pushed her into the wall
He walked away without bothering to apologize
The dirtied teacher stomped to her car
Where she slammed the door and sped off
But just a couple blocks away
The teacher caused a car crash
Totaling both of the cars
BonesLoveBones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is less about flowers
than it is
about Monday mornings,
when all the world
dreads the commute,
to share a space with you.
of serenades and starlight,
I often find myself
inside of mundane fantasies,
of your shower wet hair,
so snugly together
in dashboard light
like lips and hips
in the blue glow
satellite stereo screens,
long to take you
So many men
seek the perfection
that have no basis
want to dive head first
tangled up in every complication
that is us.
My love --
you are the everything
flaws and highlights,
and all of your bad,
of a lifetime spent longing
which only you possess,
am not -ever-
going to give up on
NumbFamily, everybody has one. Some people may have a small, close-knit family. Others may not even know theirs. Mine was large enough to run a circus. See, my mom was one of five sisters, and her mother was one of nine siblings. Yes, nine. Despite two of her brothers dying in WWII, the remaining six had between two to four children each. Including my mom and aunts, the grand total came to a whopping twenty-four. And they had children giving me a total cousin count of eighty-seven, a number that seems to grow by the year. And that’s just my mom’s side of the family. There are so many of us we have to have a family reunion every year just so we won’t forget whom everyone is.Numb9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, not all of them come to the reunion, but the crowd that does show up is still enough to start our own civilization, and certainly large enough to make my Great-Uncle John’s farm feel like the size of a tennis court. The event felt more like a festival than a family gathering. In fact, there
SecrecyMy affair not to be disturbed,Secrecy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My seclusion privacy enclosed;
I'm bound to the shackles of secrecy,
I'm invisible to your gleeful tales.
See through me, you'll find nothing,
I conceal my anecdote with veil;
Crawl to me, beg to differ,
I bear no empathy, I'm sadism.
Cherish me, be mine,
I'll forsake you soon;
I'm the solitude, get away,
Love me and you lose.
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2014:iconflash-fic-month:Official FFM Prompt Bank 20141 year ago in Editorial More Like This
This promptmobile has been parked up rusting for a whole year. It needs an oil change, a lick of paint and some air in the tyres. We're presently sourcing some fluffy dice for the mirror and a nice novelty airfreshener.
Most importantly, though, the tank is dry as a bone.
Time to siphon us off some promptjuice. Fuel us up with your best original prompts for people to dip into during the month when they need creative jump leads.
As always, the chosen few will be chosen, featured and credited in our daily updates.
Protip: We can always use visual prompts, musical prompts, prompts in the form of interpretive dance and other variegated promptitudinousness as well as the usual prompts made of words.
VIVA LA FFM!
Kaappimorsojen yoSe kaikki alkoi niinkuin aina ennenkin. Yhdessä pienessä hujauksessa Rauski löysi itsensä taas ilmeisesti jostain customista.Kaappimorsojen yo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Joo... mikähän ääsreip customi tää taas on.. varmaan joku sellanen että mä paskon housuun,
Rauski jupisi kulkiessaan eteenpäin. Käytävät olivat heikosti valaistuja.
- Saatana tietenki ne on heikosti valaistuja.. mitäs muutakaan.
Käytävä käytävän perään meidän poloinen Rauskimme hiipi eteenpäin, aivan totaalisen varmana, että pian tapahtuisi jotain. Morso tulisi jostain, tai jotain muuta. Eipä tiennyt Rauski, että pian hän kohtaisi läjittäin morsoja. Oli nimittäin se aika vuodesta, jolloin morsot järjestivät vuotuisen kaapinmaalauskilpailunsa.
Joitakin minuutteja myöhemmin Rauski aivan varmasti kuuli jotain. Morsoja. Aivan varmasti morsoja, siitä ei ollut epäilystä
County FairThe easy-laughing, roughneck farm boys,County Fair2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkened tans the color of railroad ties.
Strolling the county fairs on July nights
With their girls and their buds.
Carrying on the traditions
Year after year.
From the North and South,
To the East and West,
They arrive in their pickups and hotrods
For an evening under the stars.
Adrift in the scents of popcorn and elephant ears,
A hint of diesel from the Cat gennies in their trailers,
And the co-mingling of aftershave and perfume.
Hear the laughing shrieks from the Tilt-a-Whirl
And the thousand conversations, flowing together
In a comfortable noise, a hum as familiar as
Whirring blades in June.
Eddie Gluskin x Reader part 2You woke up on a blood stained gurney instead of Eddie's arms. Your visioned was slightly fogged and your head ached from the uncomfortable gurney you were provided with. As you started awakening more, your senses cleared and you almost which they hadn't with ear piercing screams that rang within the room. You looked across the room to see Eddie attending a man that looked similar to most the variants in the asylum. The man was being cut up by Eddie severely. You attempted to sit up but, restraints held you captive to the bed. You looked over to Eddie and the variant, Eddie looked at the bleeding man."Darling, I need you to try to bleed less. I know the fairer sex often endure the same wounds with more suffering, but you really need to make an effort." You almost giggled at the ridiculous comment but, remembered how this man was a killing machine. Eddie picked the man up and held hisEddie Gluskin x Reader part 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
FFM Links - July 1, 2014Welcome to Flash Fiction Month 2014, Day One.FFM Links - July 1, 20141 year ago in Editorial More Like This
LEEEEET'S GEEEEEET RRREADY TO RRRRRUMBLE!!!!!!
Ahem, I mean right ho, chaps, chapesses and chappacinos, let's get ready to write some spiffing top-hole very short fiction. I do hope you've got yourselves well strapped-in because we're going to kick matters off with a little challenge today - keep reading to find out more.
We just finished a warm up chat in the #FlashFictionMonth chatroom. Thanks to everyone who participated.
Flash Fiction Month is about writing one piece of very short "flash" fiction (55-1000 words) every day of July.
Paste a link to your flash fiction piece for July 1st in the comments below.
Every day, there will be a new deviation where you can post a link to your piece of flash fiction for the day.
From time to time, we'll ramp it up a gear and ask you to try your hand at a challenge. It's your c