Nothing's Wrong - Texti'm fine, really i am. i'm not upset. i'm just tired. i'll be fine. don't worry about me. i'm ok. i'll be alright. i'm not angry with you. don't be upset. everything is fine. everything is good. everything is perfect. nothing's wrong. really, nothing's wrong, ok? i just feel a little sick. i shouldn't have had so much to eat. i'll be fine in a minute. i'm ok. don't worry. smile. no, i'm not crying. there's something in my eye. just nevermind. look at me. look at me. see? what? oh, yeah, i'm fine. i was just joking. really, i'm just tired, kay? nothing is wrong. life is great. i love it. i love it. i love you. oops, ha ha, just jo
Why Can't You See? - TextWhy cant you see its just a question? Why cant you see its just the truth? Why cant you see Im not lying? Why cant you see all I want is for you to get better? Why cant you see that Im not trying to hurt you? Why cant you see that Ill do anything for you? Why cant you see that Ill change for you? Why cant you see that Im telling the truth? Why cant you see that Im not just being polite? Why cant you see that this isnt your fault? Why cant you see that Ill try to help you? Why cant you see that Ill change the world for you? Why cant you see that Ill always be there for you? Why cant you see that this can change? Why cant you see that its not all your fault? Why cant you see that youre not worthless? Why cant you see that youre not hopeless? Why cant you see that youre not a waste of spaWhy Can't You See? - Text5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
unrequitedwhere were you when i was drinking kerosene, and staring at the matches?unrequited4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where were you when i was cutting open my couch to make a place to hide, a place to
you're so hard to look at
you're like a ten ton weight in the pit of my stomach.
you make me
because i know i'll never be good enough for you
give up.today i am a pessimist-give up.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the world is just a
than it's supposed to be,
and i'd much rather
than become a "you and me".
today i am a tragedy-
i want you to make me
and let out all the air
that i've been holding
inside of me
until my lungs have become bare.
i find myself having to practice
how to put a smi
Save The Last DanceSave The Last Dance5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Emily sat, quiet and alone in a corner, waiting for the evening's last song to begin. She watched the immaculate boys prowling the dimly lit room, chatting up pretty girls in hope of securing companionship. No one wanted to be alone.
Emily wasn't like those girls. She'd been beautiful once, in her own way. A rising star perhaps, soon to be debutante, but never quite comfortable in that skin. Her socialite parents, always considering their daughter more ornament than offspring, hired the finest of artisans to re-craft her after the accident. She was a masterpiece, a fine blend of flesh with fantasy; her own body augmented and elaborated upon with improbable features forged from gleaming materials. She was equal parts girl and gallery piece. She showed wonderfully in public, cleverly hiding her wounds from admiring eyes. Whole again, but no more complete.
Hands folded in her lap, she closed her eyes as the band continued to play a song she knew by heart. She imagined herself d
stop ruining autumn.listen:stop ruining autumn.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged hole.
he put a lit candle inside, and we watched it flicker, illuminating the raw edges.
"what is it supposed to be?" i asked him, taking his hand.
"my heart," he said definitively.
like an afterthought.
after that i was too afraid to carve my pumpkin at all.
the leaves changed, or maybe he changed, or maybe i was b
perfection, LOVE, imperfectionDescribe yourself in one word:perfection, LOVE, imperfection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"no, no, love.
you're putting apostrophes
where they don't belong."
"no, no, no.
one, i'm not your love.
two, i'm not a grammar freak.
three, i don't be long anyway.
i don't be long anywhere
i don't be long (to) anybody.
it won't be long be fore
our love be comes a be cause
you had nothing be tter to do"
"you think you're so damn clever,
but you're not. OUR? love is only
true if you add a Y in front,
to spell love - collabwhen i was younger, i used to turn my head up to the sky and try to find constellations. i would stay out in the cold until my fingers became numb and my toes turned blue. after school, id come home with grass-stained knees and complain to my mother that i was hungry. id rearrange letter-magnets on the fridge to form my name, and i always wanted to put yours underneath it. i never did, though.to spell love - collab4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when i was younger i cloaked my feet in ballet shoes of cranberry feather, dressing the soles with laces of pretty words of who i'd never be. i was simply just a sombre soul with skin painted on like glass, if you touched me i shattered, but in the end it's you who had to walk across the shards.
i considered myself a master of trickery and a player of deceit, concealing myself with heart-shaped lenses and lips perked up like a fish. though some days when i watched blue being smoothed across the sky, i'd chuckle at tiny eye worms stirring beneath my lashes, and i was like
MISD: A is for AbundanceAmelia, a university graduate who had recently moved in with her fiancé, approached the entrance to a retail store. She passed by a woman sitting at a table with a jar and various pamphlets.MISD: A is for Abundance5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Excuse me, miss, said the woman, would you like save a child from starvation? Just one dollar can safe a life! She handed Amelia a pamphlet with pictures of emaciated African children. Amelias lips grew tight and she put a soft hand to her chest. Nodding her head, she promised to donate some cash on her way out.
God bless you! said the woman.
After only twenty minutes, Amelia finished buying her essentials. Making her way through the entertainment department to the checkout line, she spotted a DVD of a movie that she and her fiancé had wanted to see. It was only ten dollars and she had just enough cash to add it to her basket.
witch wicked a like spells she6witch wicked a like spells she4 years ago in Teen More Like This
and he cried.
She spelt loving wrong,
sorry but i could never stop loveng you
He picked it up, holding back tears, and the note on the dresser read:
As he was about to leave the room, he noticed something, a paper, on her nightstand.
He found her hanging from a rope above her bed, her flawless eyes rolled over, her neck slanted.
He managed his way into a door marking her room. It was ajar, so he pushed it and went inside.
Im sure shell be home any minute now. He reassures himself, tapping his platinum wristwatch.
Oh, shes only two minutes late. Shes probably proving a point that shes human; shes imperfect.
Getting more worried with every empty second, he double-checked his watch. Seven oh two.
Hello?! He cried, not assuming the worst. Anybody home? He shrugged, climbing upstairs.
He knocked on her door.
promise to play this on silenthellopromise to play this on silent4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
just promise me youre listening.
since once you get used to being ignored for long enough, its nice to pretend that you could be something. that you could say something that matters. and that somewhere, someone is listening. and for now, ill make believe that youll make everything better. that the air will taste like sunshine even though its been raining for days. or that my heart isnt disconnected and that maybe my lips will get the message. or even that for the next two and half minutes youll love me.
ill make believe.
ill make believe you.
ill make believe you care.
just promise me youre leaving.
i know that once you get used to being nothing, its nice to pretend that you can actually be somebodys something. the problem is you cant or rather, i cant. since i have this disappearing sickness, and ive been pretending for the last sixty three and a half days that
mornings on suburban trainsdearest, you have thunder in your eyesmornings on suburban trains4 years ago in Teen More Like This
and lacing your fingertips
the mornings that you sit across from me on suburban trains; they are the brightest mornings of all. i could spend the whole trip admiring each curl in your hair and the shape of each fingernail if only i had the time. sometimes our legs brush when we sit across from each other, and my heart skips, but i don't think you even notice. your gaze lingers on the scenery outside the window; as if you wished you were outside too. as if the train was a cage.
if only you would let me, i could brighten your mornings too.
the afternoons that we exit the train at the same stop, they are the warmest afternoons of all. we split ways at the end of the station; i go left and you go right, but listening to your heels tap against the concrete even for thirty seconds makes me want to hold you in my arms and never, ever let you go.
the morning you smiled at me, i think my heart stopped momentarily. you had off-white teeth and dimples
ignite your bones.there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.ignite your bones.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful. poetry, though; she knows most people don't understand it. she knows she doesn't understand it.
she knows that when she's dying the cells of her skin with blue ink, she doesn't understand why. she doesn't understand how a laugh can taste like strawberries or how eyelids have secrets written in them. but she knows that it's how she's feeling.
she'll be beautiful none the less, though. her pretty words that are strung together across her pale skin will tie lips together and will make fingers twitch.
she'll be beautiful.
misunderstood, but beautiful.
there's this girl and she apologises for everything. im sorry, im so, so sorry.
she doesn't know why but she does it anyway because sometimes it makes her feel better. she wishes, though, that she could answer them when they ask, 'wh
dont make me do thatsometimes i worry that you're going to turn into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night:dont make me do that4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the girl smoking up black tar heroin and pain killers on the side of the street because you can't even begin to deal with the things inside of you so you just numb it all. you just numb it all.
you do it so you don't have to feel a thing, not even me, not even this, not even the beauty between everything ugly and it's going to cut me up.
sometimes i worry that you're going to turn me into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night, but instead of black tar heroin i'll just have to look into your eyes and you'll drain me of everything i ever knew. i'll forget how to feel, and how to think, and how to rationalize.
i'll be just as empty and numb as you but i'll never even have to taste that bullshit you smoke. i just have to look at you and see everything beautiful and alive, wilt and die. ill be watching you turn into a corpse.
don't make me do that.
white noise behindnot pale,white noise behind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so it doesn't cut our waking eyes
against the edge of the morning's light,
after the touch of the dark
and the dreams
fading in the sunrise
while you and i
coalesce in our vision as the sleep melts away.
it's not right,
how the day looms over us like this
as we lay wrapped in daydreams
and blankets and breathless wonder
as we think
of the vast, yawning world and how
we both followed the sound
of the same sweet song
never realizing we were singing
until we felt the words against our skin.
all the times we felt lost and alone
walking just to be moving
no longer believing
there was a destination at all,
buried, sleeping as it did
beneath the pain
of climbing to our feet
and the movements of the machine.
so we steal the minutes away,
kissing between the seconds.
i'll play like i'm the ocean.
you play like you're the shore.
i won't miss an inch
or leave anything alone.
i'll flow across the sand,
collect in little puddles
down into the earth
because sometimes i'm scaredi admired and arbhored my flesh in pale light crawling through unkempt window panes.because sometimes i'm scared4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i would be lying if i said that almost every fractured mark didn't remind me of you. every
sickly scar, every cryptic contusion reminds me of your seraphic face; dark eyes and
eroded red lips, pale skin and serrated stubble that habitually rubbed me raw. but our
ceramic complexions had a tendency to flush, the only color to ever stain our pallid skin.
but really, there's a monster growing inside you and i. his name is loneliness. desolation
and alienation bloom in us like callow lillies, fresh to be picked for a funeral. we're made
of anchors clawing at the dirt, dragging eachother towards armageddon and you kick
my white dandelions into the abyss, before i can even make my wishes of drugs and
you, and drugs, and you; please don't leave me here with only these mirrors watching
All That I WantAll that I want isAll That I Want5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to not be alone,
to feel like I'm needed,
and that I am known.
All that I want is
to stop all these tears,
to feel more than sadness,
for all of these years.
All that I want is
to be by your side,
to feel your hands touch me,
and know that your mine.
miragei.mirage4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am writing into my skin everything that i happen
to like about you because i am afraid to forget
it; the ink is sinking into my fingerprints so that
i cannot find the line where you begin and i end
i think i would like to take you out to the baseball field and
spread out beneath a hurricane so we can let our heartbeats
match the thunder; i created the perfect image of you in my
mind and i am scared it might wash away in the downpour
see, i have this habit of taking needles and shoving them
through my skin to forgive my past sins; i pierced my
tongue for you to see the true hues of my words and every
night i wonder if you will suddenly tell me you are colorblind
maybe one night i can forget that i am afraid of closing
my eyes and we can fall asleep with fingers intertwined;
i have become accustomed to dreading nightmares but waking
up to find you missing would turn my dreams into havens
yet the ink in my pen has run dry and i am finding it hard to
form my words; the
Not Beautiful, Not in Lovei.Not Beautiful, Not in Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not beautiful.
I have told you this before.
I am not beautiful,
But they say it doesn't matter.
What I do:
"Inner beauty" is the mantra
(I must say it to myself until I believe it)
But it doesn't seem to be working.
Because, as I have discovered the hard way,
Too many people aren't all that interested
In "inner beauty."
He paints beauties.
Nymphs and fairies and angels
Girls with smooth skin and flowing hair,
In dresses and heels and lipstick.
They are so very perfect in every way
And so very very empty.
But, as you know, "inner beauty"
Never sells. So outer beauty
Will have to do.
The other girls, with their long-lashed eyes,
Glossy hair, flawless complexions, and
Legs that go on forever,
Have told me to find a boy.
A boy who won't mind that I'm not beautiful.
Maybe someone who's blind, they simper.
It's rather wearing to pretend I don't care.
roadsigns.i.roadsigns.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have searched maps, road signs,
songs, hearts. i have opened my eyes
and my hands to the rain, fairytales
singing in my ears. i have closed my eyes
and let my nightmares and demons
find me, i have
screamed on the insides, heart
barely beating. i have dreamed
of my own destruction, whispered
into the silence, prayed for the answer -
could i ask you for one last favor?
when you're sad, remember the way
i would hug you. when you're laughing,
remember that my laughter doesn't sound
the same without yours. when you're lonely,
remember that i tried to fill your empty spaces. remember
that i'd fall for you if it saved you from the
scratches, remember the color of my eyes,
remember the sound of my breathing. remember
the good and the bad, remember the secrets
and the inside jokes and the songs we listened to.
remember all the things we understood
without ever saying, remember
that i love you.
i have forgotten how to fall asleep
without the pitter-patter o
MISD: C is for Carat Charles Cott, Chubby Charlie to his friends, had found The One. Her name was Carrie, and she was private physician. From the first day they metshe had been giving a lecture on healthy dieting in his Weight Watchers meetinghe loved her. She took his breath away.MISD: C is for Carat4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
30 pounds and a smaller circumference later, Charles and Carrie were in Las Vegas, celebrating their six-month anniversary. However, unbeknownst to Carrie, Charles was going to propose. Charles, being a hopeless romantic, took the nights plans straight from a movie: theyd eat a romantic dinner and when Carrie took a bite out of her dessert, shed find the ring.
Two green salads, one Duck à lOrange, and one fillet of Halibut later, Charles and Carrie prepared for dessert. Charle
What to do when the Queen DiesRun. Panic. Scream. Anything.What to do when the Queen Dies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this isn't about you, per se,
but nothing is anymore.
Crush a colony. Swat a hive.
Drink two gallons of nectar.
Or seven and a half litres,
for you English wood ants.
long live the corpse
of a plastic pismire,
a tyrant bumblebee.
this is why you should've studied entomology
Regicide. Matricide. Pesticide.
All hail the jealous Princess.
Treachery. Bugspray. Poison.
Envy. Shortcut to the throne.
Nobody expects the innocent ones.
i never expected you
Step on an anthill. Smash a honeycomb. Ruin a home.
Make love to the widower king. Tell him you love him.
Call his daughter a slut. Kill his daughter. That whore.
Make love to his brother. Kill his brother.