color blind truth.listen.color blind truth.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i told you i was soft on words-
not that i believed lies
but you always thought that was my favorite flavor of love
and kept feeding them to me.
and i know i shouldn't have let myself care but my heart began to tell my that you might just catch me if i fell for you.
(the best liars are hearts
because you want to believe them)
you told me i was beautiful and i still don't know if it counts as a compliment when you know they don't mean it.
you bought me a pack of crayons on said,
'oh baby, you could color the world in crayola'
and i think this was code for,
'oh baby, i only know how to trace the world in black and white'
but you forgot i'm color blind.
(that's why i always thought you were
you told me i was one way glass and you'd already taken the step in letting me see you
so now it was my turn to break the cycle, but when i tired
i only ended up sliding my fingers through blood-kissed shards of glass.
(i just wish i was a mirror
so i could
Color BlindI run . gun in my handColor Blind7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Explosions all over . the sound of people departing this life .
I see red all over .
The sky from a welcoming blue to a hated gray
From the new white uniform become brown dirt
I turn my head as a scream from a hole ten feet away takes my full attention I run to my comrade
I jump in
I feel a jagged pain through my stomach
I see my comrade I watch his eyes change from blue to red shot hatred in his face
I start to loose sense in my body
I see my friend hug me He starts to mutters in my ear telling me that he was sorry
He said that he valued me
He said that I was his brother and that I was his family
I held on as long as I could
He told me that he had never had Grandparents
He also lost his parents when he was about 18
With every ounce of my strength I grasped him and said
"When you get home tell my wif
WiccaDont believeWicca7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lies you have heard
For Wiccans do not dabble
In black magick
All magick we do
In perfect love and perfect trust
Is performed in only positive energies
It harms none
We cast our spells
With peace and love in our souls
With calm and harmony in our hearts
We practice our religion with true
So dont believe everything you hear
We are not evil ones who worship Satan
We worship the God and Goddess of our earth
The mother and father of this planet
So merry meet and merry part
Until merry meet again
And so it harm none, do as ye will
And go with my blessing
i'm contradictory at best.i wonder what it's like to look into your face and not want to spill every secret i've ever had. i want to be startlingly indifferent. i want to say i don't care and mean it. i want to be reckless in more than that jaywalking every morning on my way to work sort of way. i want to say something that will completely change the course of everything forever. i want to be the sort of thing people need to invent a new word for, because "cataclysmic" won't cover what a disaster i am.i'm contradictory at best.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i want to be someone new.
i worry about why the air always tastes several degrees colder than your skin. i know there's a correlation that i haven't figured out yet, but my mind doesn't work fast enough to make the connections anymore. i worry that all the synapses are breaking apart and my brain is shutting down. i worry that i'm dying in slow motion from the inside out so no one can even tell. not that anyone would care, but i worry about the most absurd of things. and then i worry that i don't worry enough abo
Mommy, DaddyMommy, DaddyMommy, Daddy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cut off the pigtails
And I grew out of the dresses
My knees grew back their skin
And I picked up my own messes
Mommy, Daddy see me for what I am
See me for what I want to be
Don't expect me to be six forever
Because I've grown up into me
Mommy, Daddy I'm not
The top in my class no more
School got harder and people got smarter
Don't yell at me for slipping behind
Or gasp when you realize
I don't love school with the old ardor
Listen to my music and talk behind my back
Mommy, Daddy if I don't like
Your music anymore I'm sorry
But in growing up I've grown out
Of things and into things that now are me
Mommy, Daddy don't forbid me to like boys
Accept the fact that I'm far beyond
The second grade stage
Daddy, Mommy leave me be
Give me room to breathe that should come with age
Mommy dearest don't yell at me
About things out of my control
I'm just in my room kicking it
Writing stories about who I want to be
Dreaming about death and sex
Because it's also known as life, isn't it?
Entretien avec un MuertyIl s'était fait piéger. Cela arrivait rarement mais cela arrivait. Alors patiemment il mit ses mains dans ses poches et attendit, il n'y avait que cela à faire, toutes les choses avaient une fin il le savait. D'autant plus que de manière générale c'était lui qui mettait le point final, alors de temps à autre quand il se faisait piéger par quelqu'un comme ça il écoutait ce qu'il avait à dire. C'était toujours plus ou moins la même chose. Cette fois il s'agissait d'une jeune fille. A la jauger elle avait à peine 16 ans, et déjà le courage de songer à braver la mort. A la voir comme cela il songea qu'elle avait perdu un ou plusieurs proches. Sa famille, ses amis, un petit ami peut être? Ah oui c'était cela un petit ami. Oui il se souvenait de lui il avait aidé à son passage après cet accident. Les choses étaient moches parfois.Entretien avec un Muerty6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Très visiblement elle l'aimait, comme
ClimaxClimax11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nice and slow,
Lapping and circling,
Kissing and nibbling.
Heart beating faster and faster.
Closer and closer,
Dry Clean OnlyDry Clean Only9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself:
"Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry."
Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets, and has already taken the time to write "GONAD" on your forehead in sharpie, and the most interesting thing about you, is your bumper stickers.
Save a cow, eat a vegetarian
My wife's other car is a broom
Osama loves your SUV
Laundry day has consumed your youth.
Multiply your dread by ten if you have to leave the sanctity of your house to launder your
Perfect KissPerfect Kiss7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seconds fading into glowing embers
Lighting paths to pester sweetly
Forgotten warmth in tepid letters
Unlocking horrors deep within me
Wishes dressed in hastened bliss
Sullen in this plague of doubt
Heart surrenders to this kiss
Eyes ravel in the mottled sound
Will it last until the morrow?
To years that wind into our story
Forbid it be a tale of sorrow
For I will never say I'm sorry
Hush, do not speak of pain
Nor must you turn away
Nil on Earth remains the same
Tears can yearn for later days
Now kiss me.
we have the softest heartbeatsi don't know what it means when you saywe have the softest heartbeats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheets. it won't make
you feel the same. and there isn't an idea complex
enough to make you stumble into love, because
to figure out that the world is so much more than
black and white would be admitting you've been
wrong all along.
we're not the people we once were, but maybe our
expectations are far too high.
Vincent's Secret ValentineFEB 9Vincent's Secret Valentine11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why is Uncle Vincent so sad?"
"Well ..." Cloud started, "because he lost someone very dear to him long time ago; and this time of the year is the worst for him."
"But I never saw him smile."
"He believes, for him that is, that there is nothing in this world to smile about."
"I want to do something for him."
Vincent was in his room and he heard footsteps, but ignored them. Then they stopped right outside his door, something was slipped underneath, the footsteps started up again and soon disappeared. He walked to the door and picked up the envelope. Vincent picked it up, opened the envelope and pulled out a little red heart. He was puzzled as he read what is said.
"To Vincent .... Love you"
What in the world?
Cloud watched Vincent as he came in and went straight up the stairs and to his room.
"What is it Cloud?"
"I don't know Tifa, Vincent looks ... I can't describe it, be he seems different."
Missionary PositionMissionary Position12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hot breath against my neck
I feel your gentle kisses.
Our lips meet.
Rubbing your fingers through my hair,
and your hand brushing my cheek.
So excited & aroused
we give all our energy.
Wanting you so desperately
I take you inside me.
Breathless. With a slight open peck
caresses my lips.
Holding me close,
while grinding our hips.
I feel you so deep.
I feel your soul inside.
Discovering all your mysteries,
that one should never hide.
You've whisked me away
to the palace of pleasure
I am your goddess
and you are my treasure.
Gasping with delight
Our passion goes soaring
Who ever said that
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
Elusive[door opens, hurried footsteps, door slams]Elusive6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Writer: [out of breath] Look, I dont want to do this, but Im going to have to start imposing curfews if you dont start listening a bit more! I know you need your freedom, but cant you be a little more considerate? I am responsible for everything you do, you know!
Muse: [stiffly] Im sorry.
Writer: Are you?
Writer: No. I know that look. Ive seen it too many times already.
Muse: But do you understand it? Can you comprehend me at all?
Writer: How can I? You dont make sense! Youre so capricious you taught me that word and I cant I cant even trust you.
Writer: Look, Im not asking for much. Cant you just not hang out with her?
Muse: [muttered] Whats the matter, jealous?
Muse: Im not sure I understood your request. What exactly is the issue at hand?
leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme.6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together. i like being the blue eyed girl with hands holding her from spilling in a mess at everyones toes. i like it when theyre your hands.
i try to define you with mental disorders. i say you have schizophrenia and pretend its a valid excuse. im in love with one of your personalities, but the other doesnt even notice
Fallen AngelFallen Angel11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fallen angel donīt you cry
No one will wipe your bloody tears
Fallen angel why wonīt you fly?
Will you tire out through the years?
Will you go down to earth again?
Nothing will ever be the same
So fallen angel don't cry
Donīt you cry for me
Because I wonīt be there to wipe your tears
Like I always did through the years
Wipe the blood tracks from your face
Because mortals who see you,
Seek death's embrace
Angel face with a demon's soul
Fallen angel I love you.
Eulogy of StarsEulogy of Stars11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Eulogy of Stars-
We walked on the edge of an empty field, malicious life flowing through dreams' torrid memory. The sky was dull red, the color of dried blood. I ran my hand along a broken paintless fence, afraid or unsure of your eyes. We passed a small bird struggling against shattered wings to fly; you said it was like me, and dismissed it with a glance. I reached for your hand, and our footsteps faded with the tears of flowers.
Across a dark whispering river we saw the grey sun, bleeding into a pale distant sea like melting snow. I lowered my head and watched dead shoots pass beneath me, wondering if they had seen the stars fall. The strangled breeze carried the soft fingers of dandelions, and they clawed at my legs like a terrified child. We paused and you looked at me, expressionless, as my shadow grew wings.
I heard the solitary voice of the Nightshade, and found you in my arms. You were colder than the bleeding sky as you wept into my chest. I said "Starlight is only the breat
Not AloneI'll hold you asNot Alone9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your mind falls down
when the edges of
reality merge with
fantasies I can't see
Scream and I'll
scream with you
cry and I'll wash
your tears away
with my own
Rage and fight
tear down these walls
one splinter at a time
the blood from your hands
wont drown the voices
in you head
I know your heart
as yours knows mine
you could never lose me
nothing as small as
will tear us apart
Give me your hand
can you feel that beat
that's the only reality
Hold me and I'll
hold you and
together we will
survive the night
I'm still here
Never fear my love
I'm still here
He stood there, stunned...The door had no push/pull sign.He stood there, stunned...8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This