A Beautiful MindThere is this guy in the twenty-four hour computer lab at my university and if you ever happen to go there late at night you can bet he will be there. I see him in the main computer lab during the day, then at night he must scurry off to the next tech-haven to carry him through the night. I doubt he has any friends and it's likely that he lives nearby. I wonder if he lives alone. Every night he glues his body and mind to the pretty screen, with earphones strapped on, always wearing a smirk. I don't know what he's watching, but whatever it is it must be good, because I have never seen so many expressions cross a man's face in under five minuteA Beautiful Mind8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sisterly love The night had already fallen and the lights in the house were lit. In the living room most of the candles were burning, a small fire was crackling in the stove to scare the exceptional summer cold away from the bones. The landlord - an elderly thin man with white beard - sat at a chess board and studied the black and white figures with suspicion. One could have thought that would open his eyes for the next best move. Across from him a young woman waited patiently for the reaction of the man. They didn't look alike, yet these two were father and daughter. Only the eyes suggested a kinship between them. Stunningly bright eyes usually showingSisterly love9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Build-A-LifeBFFs (Best Friend Foxes)Build-A-Life8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Make Your Wish...
When your world falls apart
The rain was falling in sheets, but it wasn't enough to drive the young woman inside. Especially not on this day. The dirt was still upturned. She could still hear his voice as he tried to make her smile. As he laid in the hospital bed. She punched the dirt as the tears started to mingle with the rain. How could he have kept it so light? Why? He was such an idiot! Why!
The girl looked up at the tombstone and stared at the lettering etched into the dark granite. Kenneth Lucas Atler. Born April 30th, 1995. Died July 31st, 2012. Beloved son and treasured brother.
"Hmph," she shook her head as she wondered why she wasn't mentioned. She had been a part of Kenny's life since they were only six. He was her oldest friend and her first love. Why did this have to happen? She just did
janie tried to teach herself to love againonejanie tried to teach herself to love again1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
janie tried to teach herself to love again. after her heart got stepped on and broken into quite a few pieces, she
planted a new one in the vegetable garden behind her nondescript brick house where the squirrels ate at her prized tomato
plants and raccoons nibbled on everything else. sweat dripped down her nose as she dug a nice spot beside the pots of basil
and mint - careful to keep all the roots intact and to bury it deep enough so that raccoons and men could not reach it -
and she poured every ounce of what was left of her into the steady motion of dig, toss, dig, toss. she covered the delicate
seedling with dirt and other ingre
Sunset - HaikuThe sun has set nowSunset - Haiku1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Leaving us with a wry smile
Of how today's been
TiredI look up towards the sky.Tired1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All I see is night.
I'm done with this. Goodbye.
I've no will left to fight.
Maybe if I stay really still,
They'll mistake me for dead.
Perhaps if I do that they will
Leave me with my dread.
Let this torture cease.
I just want to sleep.
'May she rest in peace.'
Not a soul will weep.
November RainMy eyes drift closedNovember Rain2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The cold, soft rain falls down
Making a gentle, soothing, peaceful sound
Your jacket drops down on my shoulders
Shielding me from a cold
I turnit's not like you to be so bold
Turning up your collar, you try to hide your blush;
Feeling guilty I say "Maybe we should rush,"
"I don't mind," you say "it's not that bad, I swear"
I smile as the rain drips freely from your hair
I'm still not sure what possessed me
To make the next move
But in a strong personal stand
I bravely reached out,
And took hold of your hand
You say nothing at first,
But as your grip slowly tightens,
The rain lets up
Pathetic LongingIt's only been eternity,Pathetic Longing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a few hours since I
Last saw and talked with you
But our time simply flew by
And it's sad, but true, I miss you
For whenever I'm away
It seems that all the seconds
Have lengthened to a day
So until the hours pass
I'll just sit and wait
For the chance to relieve
The absence I so hate
And do take care, my love
As you go turn out the light
Be careful with my heart
I left it with you tonight
If You Hear Screams At Night..There's danger in the silence,If You Hear Screams At Night..2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shadows so close to existence
Emanate subtle violence
With evident consistence
They dance in my peripheral sight
They try to make me mad
They're haunting all my dreams at night
Insomnia's not all bad
I'm only safe during the day
'Til the sun sets in the West
Tomorrow is so far away
But there's no way I can rest
A Virtue For A StatueShe's coldA Virtue For A Statue2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A piece of art
Diminished to stone
She's so exceptional
But she just can't see
There's something inside her
That she can't set free
Somebody help her!
She isn't moving!
Somebody help her!
She waits for the day
She can break her shell
The day she can run
And end her hell
Tuesday: A Silly Short StoryI was waiting to be picked up from school on a cool, February, Tuesday afternoon. I had no car, so my mother still drove me around. It was going to be a late pickup, as my mother had an errand to run and no one in my family was available to pick me up. I decided fill in some time by walking to the corner store and back a few times. I walked as slowly as I could to the store. It took me five minutes to get there, which meant it would easily take up my time.Tuesday: A Silly Short Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I could turn back to the school, I noticed a woman not much older than I was, leaning against the storefront. Her appearance was so startling, I almost gasped with surprise.
Hazel Short Story projectHazel Short StoryHazel Short Story project2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dark, your soul? You have to be kidding me."
"I'm serious, it's as dark as a moonless night, the void of space, or my bank account."
"Quit bragging and just get on with it already," Hazel slumped back in the paisley purple pleather diner bench sighing, lamenting whatever life choice brought her to make such a desperate decision.
Marksman49tehOrsomeness, or as his parents called him Steve, rearranged his thoughts in hopes of better meeting the high standards of the mysterious woman sitting opposite him. Maybe she wanted pie. He wanted pie. Who doesn't like pie? "You have lovely eyes. You know what they say, when Irish ey
Like Love, Like HellIt's like I've been running a marathonLike Love, Like Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I've been running with bare feet
The pain is worth the price I pay
But it's hard to bear the heat
And like a frightened butterfly
So has increased my frail heart's beat
And thus the ache and tension are
The result each time we meet.
I Have A Poem...Much like gallant Mister King,I Have A Poem...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I, too, have a giant dream
In which we've mended everything
And bind jointly by one seam
Where the only tears fall with smiles
And smiles aren't quite so scant
Where one could crawl for miles and miles
And not utter a single "can't"
Where days thrive with proper care
Where clocks are set just right
Where with every breath of air
There's one more star to light the night
Where we all speak with one voice
So that everyone is heard
Where we can all at last rejoice
With the power of this Word
I dream this dream with all my heart
But then I'm awake in bed
And I wonder, though torn apart,
Is my visio
An Astronaut's DreamI'll float among the stars tonightAn Astronaut's Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll greet the sun, be so polite
I'll spin around on Saturn's rings
And I'll learn how the Martian sings
I'd spend light-years up in space
Just so I can escape this place
Memories of Magnolia Trees.Sing a sweet song of summer,Memories of Magnolia Trees.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quietly to me under the magnolia trees.
Dance with me as the petals fall around us.
Keeping this moment alive with me forever.
The sweet smell of your shirt when you press my head to your chest,
The cool breeze in the air
Pink petals strewn about the ground,
With every gust of wind more fall around us.
Getting into our hair, hiding in our clothing,
Only to be found later, reminding us of our summers under the magnolia trees
My happiest moments deriving from that one spot.
Up at the highest peak of the hill where they all reside.
This was our place. Our spot.
No one ever thought to come up
my dream. i cant stop thinking about you.my dream.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because everything reminds me of you.
those "bad boys" on the street.
that guy that keeps walking up and down the street.
headphones over his ears.
im such a fool.
and you know what makes me even more of a fool.
is that i know i'll be the first person to wish you luck for your interview.
but the only person you'll be thinking of is her.
when you smile.
the real smile is only for her.
then when you say thanks.
you only mean it for a split second.
and the rest of your heart is hers.
but i cant control this heart and mind of mine.
so please bear with my thoughts of you.
Encounters and Hand-HoldingWhen our eyes first met, my thoughts were blank. Indifference was the main emotion I felt. You were another person in this Earth filled with people. I would probably never see your face again after this. I didn't so much as shake your hand.Encounters and Hand-Holding4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The second time I saw your face, someone was pointing you out. Your name was cute and suited you well. I couldn't help but smirk. Lust was the main emotion. I grabbed your wrist, but left a bruise. So you're delicate, huh?
Third time's the charm, I suppose, because the third time we met, I found you completely charming. You were cuter than I could have ever imagined. How could I have lusted over this bei
TearTear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How did you know how I was feeling.
Did you see the scar that won't be healling?
could you sense the pain I was sealing.
but in my deep thought I didn't notice them falling...
from my eyes down to the ground to join my fallen mask..
10 Stories in 100 Words - One1.10 Stories in 100 Words - One5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He doesn't remember how it happened, nor exactly when, but what Jacob Walters could recall was saying, I could die happy now, and with that, he did. Now he plays piano in my bar. A little-less zombie and not-really spirit, banging on ivory with a cigarette in his mouth. Ash collects on the white keys and gets pushed into the minute ridges of his fingers, no longer marks to his identity but just trenches of smoldered music. He plays the same terribly bland, depressing thing over and over again, but it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
He always found it unusual, but Dudley Kern figured it was math that was savi
A Beautiful ImaginationA Beautiful ImaginationA Beautiful Imagination9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She grabs for things not there
People wonder what she could be reaching
I smile to myself and think -
"She has a beautiful imagination".
She doesn't care if anyone stares
Her focus is on what cannot be seen
Except by her innocent heart
And her beautiful imagination...
Everyone, when born, has one
But sometimes it gets lost along the way
Of growing up, becoming responsible
Dismissing such slights of folly...
A beautiful imagination is a precious thing
So taken for granted -
Those who still clasp it tightly
Are looked down upon by the "sane".
Children don't have it wrong, you see,
Being "humored" by the
Let me tell you a SecretHey you... Yes you, the reader.Let me tell you a Secret11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to tell you a secret that is really no secret at all.
Now lean in close, because now I'll start.
You are beautiful. In every way. From your scalp to your toes.
From your eyes to your soul. I cannot see you any other way.
Everything that you hate about yourself, someone else will love.
You may think you're fat. You're not. You may think you're ugly. You're not.
I can honestly say that anyone reading this is beautiful, without a doubt.
If anyone says otherwise, then they are not worth your time.
Baby, you're gorgeous. And please don't forget it.
A Key To His Heart?A Key To His Heart?A Key To His Heart?11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man sold me a necklace today;
With it was attached a key -
I asked him what it unlocked...
He said it was a mystery...
I happened upon Him
On a warm, sunny afternoon -
His face peaceful in the light...
I found myself captivated...
His eyes slowly opened,
Piercing me with his stare -
Gypsy man sitting without a care
As I stood nervously...
A humid breeze was disturbing his wares;
He watched me silently,
Tilted his head to the side and nodded..
Breaking the spell...
As I walked away, I wondered...
....Will I ever see him again?
Perhaps this is the key...
....To that wild gypsy's heart.
Stolen Melody Stolen MelodyStolen Melody11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It falls from your lips like a bittersweet wine -
One day, I'm going to make it mine...
The ancient song a balm to my weary heart -
Yes, one day it will be mine...
It haunts in your beautiful eyes;
Lingering in your soul like a long-lost dream -
Never meaning to become reality...
...But it will be mine....
A once silent symphony
Thrums to life once more in your smile...
....I really want to make it mine...
One day I will hear it;
That beautiful sweet harmony
Traveling forever through my veins....
.....My never forgotten, stolen melody....