Don'tDon't speakDon't7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words into my soul
Your sweet, translucent lullabies
Tears into my heart
That drown me in eternal sorrow
Don't be anything
Don't be anything
Unless you use your voice
The one that I know so well
Don't close your eyes
You might miss this moment
And moments are all we have now
Don't look away
Don't look away
torn in twosometimes i wonder if things would have been different if we'd never strayed away from each other, and [i'd never picked him over you, and] you'd picked me over himtorn in two7 years ago in Other More Like This
[but i like how i'm the only one you can trust].
- - -
i've been told you're allowed to love more than one person, to have your heart belong to more than that one and only, but then i think that would hurt to have my heart split in two
[but i still believe you're my one and only].
- - -
i'm convinced that if you really knew how 'i love you' sounded to me when i say it to you, you'd never speak to me again because it wouldn't be the same between us
[but at least you still say 'i love you, too.' that has to count for something, right?].
- - -
someday i dream of kissing your eyes when you sleep, and brushing the hairs from your pretty face, and lying next to you would be the best dream i've ever had
[but the only bad part is when you wake up and wonder what the fuck i'm doing there].
- - -
i smile and joke and pretend i'm unco
i'm never careful enoughThe roads here wind in ways that I don't expect.i'm never careful enough4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, I think that dashed yellow line is the only thing that keeps me moving the right way. That keeps me going. Because one wrong move could send me barreling off the highway and the freefall feeling that would come next is not something I'm unfamiliar with. It's the same thing that happens every time I think of you. I can't get over how much this place reminds me of you. I can't get over how little room there is between full-fledged fear and being in love.
Sometimes, I think maybe they're the same thing.
I don't know what keeps bringing me back here. But I find myself coming here more and more when I can't sleep. When I can't stop thinking about you. I drive the same familiar routes. Thinking the same familiar thoughts. Going to the same familiar places. I keep retracing the paths we used to take, thinking that if I follow them back far enough, I'll figure out where we went wrong. The absence of you is familiar. Almost comforting.
the easiest thingSometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to get over you, but things that sound simple are rarely so when put in the proper context. It's okay though, since I still feel my heart beating every night before I go to sleep so I know that I'll make it. That you haven't quite won. At least not in the sense that I'm through fighting.the easiest thing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to give up. I'm more of a lover than a fighter and more of a coward than a hero. But the thing is I'm through just lying down and taking whatever the world throws at me. You told me to try harder and I swear I am. So if I thought I could fix anything, I'd drive halfway across the country just for another chance. I'd give my last breath if you wanted it, but you don't so I'm rerouting a new course that doesn't keep diverting me into these endless turns of unrequited love. I'm finding a different way even if it means giving up this map and forgetting all my plans. This is what forgiveness s
temptation expectation -collabmeet yourtemptation expectation -collab7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Nervous, of course. Im walking a tightrope,
baby, and Im stuck with two left feet. Im
falling for you faster than gravity can pull me,
but youre stubbornly keeping your balance.
Im starting to think maybe I have to trip you.
Wishing and hoping youll come just a little closer, terrified of movement and breathless with anticipation. Im plummeting and free-falling off a cliff thats miles away; do you have a net to catch me at the bottom? [or you could just catch me in your arms]
The most gorgeous thing Ive seen in a long
time. You have shell-shocked every electron
into standing still for a moment in time. Lets
react as violently as an alkaline and maybe Ill
show you the way my stomach twists itself in
knots over you.
Twisting your hands and biting your lip, twirling your eyes around mine. Ohh, I breathe, you are perfect. You are ten feet tall and impossi
cauterizedcutting you fromcauterized7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart is like
laying my hands
coals until my fingers
but I can do
this if it's the
to let you
Just a FriendShe watched as he ambled away from her face,Just a Friend7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A person unknowing of what she did feel,
He cannot see the emotion misplaced,
As the pain was laid bare, ever so real.
He wooed and seduced her, knowing her name,
Calling and asking to be but a friend,
And as she grew closer to feeling the same,
He took out her heart so she could not mend.
He called her one night, asked for a ride,
Elated and loved, she drove off to him,
On the way back, she couldnt quite hide,
How much she truly was mad about him.
Yet days from that night, she hears not a word,
Not a message, no call to ask how she is,
She wonders what shed have preferred,
To stay just a friend, or jump off like this.
The end of this story, unknown for all us,
Who feel the sting in what he didnt say,
But whether he wants to, whether he must,
He will come crawling to her one day.
A Reply To The Love NoteIt was clear that evening, when the wind suddenly picked up and swept a letter into the tree branch outside of the room on the second floor. A teenage boy looked up from over his laptop, spying the letter neatly tucked away. He got up from his seat and walked swiftly to the window, lest it be blown away before he could reach it. Opening the window, he climbed up on the ledge and snatched the letter, returning safely inside.A Reply To The Love Note8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Upon reading the letter, he got to a table and started to write.
Good evening my Angel,
Do the stars miss you dearly when they depart each morning? Does the moon yearn for your gaze as much as I do? How is it there in heaven? What possessed you to write such a letter for a wretched soul? Perhaps I am not the one meant for your adoration, my sweet; please forgive me if you receive this letter to discover that it was sent to the wrong address. Im afraid that... my handwriting is abysmal, please forgive me if you cannot read this. Are you certain
our sleeping patterns collide.I wake up tired.our sleeping patterns collide.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I wake up tired and it's afternoon again.
I wake up tired and I am alone.
It's like every night i fall asleep with you on my mind, and I quickly sort through my thoughts leaving the prettiest ones on top so I can try them on in the morning. So everyday, I wake up and try on being in love with you. Except every morning, it's three inches too big or a centimeter and a half too small or it's brushing my kneecaps like it's too long. But I wear it anyways, since I'm used to being a shade left of ordinary or two steps past crazy. I'm used to wearing love and I'm used to you.
I'm used to falling asleep next to you and waking up alone.
You call me.
You call me adorable and I like it.
You call me your own and it feels like a fairytale.
We spend the weekends curled up on iced lakes like mirrors, scratching our stories into their frozen surfaces, and you write about adventures you'll never have and places you'll never go with a girl I wish I could always be. And I write about
SEXThis poem is about sex.SEX8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(yeah, that got your attention)
This poem is about sex.
This poem is about love.
This poem is about living in your sexuality
instead of being afraid of it.
This poem is about saying fuck you
to everyone who told you
This poem is about the sin so natural
it takes you to heaven on earth.
This poem is about turning the key,
finding your voice,
making your own choice.
This poem is about independence,
instead of buying into all their misery.
150 pages of health text book telling you
6 years of administration telling you
6 years of scaring you
out of whats instinctual.
6 years of alarmist tactics,
and no information
setting a social taboo
so they can control how we live our lives.
they don't have words for thisi.they don't have words for this5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i can't breathe because i realize
how many choices i make in a day and i become
terrified that i will never again make the right
series of decisions to make me feel whole again
once upon a time i knew who i was but lately
it feels as if i'm getting lost; i've moved to new
streets and fallen asleep to a new smell but
nothing is setting my crooked pulse right
when no one's home i fight the urge to crawl
into bed and close my eyes and relive the moments
i want back the most; i tell myself that when i
open them my life won't be just in my dreams
and i'm starting to think that maybe i took too
many chances and fell too many times in my life
but if someone knows the secret to living without
a tumble then they know the secret to not living at all
maybe i could fix this if i slowed my breathing and
let someone into me to tidy up and make me whole;
maybe i could fix this but this heartandsoulache is
the closest they've been to feeling in a long time
He said No.In a pulsing crowd we closed our eyes and said, No.He said No.7 years ago in Other More Like This
Like a beating heart we throbbed, Don't go, don't go.
But you did
You left in the night
Just packed your things and didn't leave a note
Just sort of expected we'd know what had happened
We did, and it didn't make it any better
It would only be unfair if we called it unfair
Ten thousand eyes sharing one set of binoculars
Watching from afar and pretending we don't care
We do, I promise
But not for the reasons you think
Of a million stars, you flickered like a flashlight
lost your batteries and died
At least to us you did
Just hid behind a silver-grey cloud
Never once checking behind you to see if we were okay
Somewhere where we can't see you
You're either picking up roses or pushing up daisies
At some point we'll find out
But by then you'll have lost the ability to care what we think
Even though we've been with you this whole time
As the soil under your feet
Lucky to be something to hold you up
Or bring you down
post mortem.Some days,post mortem.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we grow old:
little love letters,
dated and sealed,
on the roadside,
with the fag-ends
and drifting crisp-packets
of the fast lane.
find me in the hidden life.i have this feeling in my bones that some call weakness and other call fire.find me in the hidden life.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's a driving need and a crippling desire, and it wakes me in the middle of the night with cramping calves and feet running among cotton though they reach nothing but the great beyond of the side of the bed. it's a burning that pushes me into the middle of rainstorms to dance among the cracking weather kissing the earth, and it's a spark lit under the gasoline pooled under my heart. some call me crazy and others call me sane, but if you look for me in the heart of winter, you will often find me curled under the dead oak touching the bark because i like the way life looks when it's hidden.
you'll often find me like this, looking for hidden life and concealed light. sometimes, i will search for under the frozen wrinkles and concrete-frowns of the lonely, and other times i will seek it in the ocean before the storm. i will hunt under the foliage like a hungry wolf, and i will howl at the canopy as i track it dow
She Saved Me"How do I find someone to love?",She Saved Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I asked myself one day;
Everyone I thought I loved
has thrown my heart away.
My conscience spoke to me and said,
"You'll see it in her eyes.
Despite how hard you'll try to hide,
she'll see through your disguise."
Another thing I've learned
is that you don't have to pretend;
even when I act myself,
she'll be there to the end.
Memories of battles fought
are burned into plain sight-
she kissed my scars and said to me
"It's gonna be alright."
Being open scares me so damn much-
exposed is how I feel;
But we're open to each other
and it's too perfect to be real.
My trust was on the table,
and I've left it there for good;
of all my friends who didn't care,
I found a girl who would
the science of usacceleration = gravitational pull / massthe science of us7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You didnt send my heartbeat into a frenzy the first time I saw you. It was a month or two before I started feeling the little palpitations inside my chest and made sure that my hand accidentally brushed against yours every now and then.
(I wanted to make sure you got used to the feeling of my atoms colliding with yours.)
I told myself it was stupid and simply physical. You werent pulling my heart strings, you were toying with my belt buckle by smiling at me across the room and asking me to spend time with you on a Saturday afternoon. I was sold by the time you pulled into my driveway and my name slipped from between your lips.
(Sweaty palms and twisted vocal chords told me no one said it quite like you.)
I promised myself this was strictly a one-way thing. I feigned like I felt nothing, and in my nervousness I became the witty jackass. You laughed at my barbed-wire jokes and sped through a red light while I was watching
The Modern Vampire - Chapter 1Chapter 1: The Immortal ProgenyThe Modern Vampire - Chapter 19 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Elves. They were the downfall of themselves. These beings of the so-called mythological realms, in fact, no longer exist. If you study closely enough, youd notice the many similarities between their facial and bodily characteristics and those of a vampire. That is because we are their immortal progeny.
Many thousands of years ago, the elves in of themselves were not the all-powerful enigmas that the legends tell of. In fact, a little-known reality that set them among the mortals was that they did have a single life-span to live; they were never immortal beings. Simply because their lifespans were long enough to outlive several generations of humans, they clung to this fake ideal and placed lie after lie in the books of history to elude the
What I Learned at SRU -121- (Part 2)What I Learned at SRU -121- (Part 2)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What I Learned at SRU
Chapter 121 - Skeletons in the Closet
- Sunday, June 5th, 2011 -
"You haven't seen it, have you?" Toph demanded. "With those eyes of yours, n' crap?" She was scratching her nails through her hair fussily, bent over beneath her bed.
"Uhhhh..." Meng twiddled her thumbs, watching her cousin crawl about the pile of dirty clothes at the foot of her bed. "I think, erm...Sokka...had it...?"
"What?" Toph snapped, dubious. "Why would he have my guitar? He doesn't even play."
"Uh, maybe you should, like...ask him?" Meng was struggling to be vague and not ruin the surprise. Sokka would be there any minute with the little craft project Aang had helped him with. Given the craziness of the weekend, Toph hadn't even looked into practicing with her new toy until now.
"God...damnit," Toph grunted, irritably shoving a couple of shoeboxes out of her way as she dove further into the abyss beneath her bed. Her voice muffle
District 9 - PoHA 14Chapter 14 - Follow meDistrict 9 - PoHA 145 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They needed to hurry. The hour had probably almost passed if it hadn't already, and they still needed to get to the bridge. Michael's mate could arrive any moment and they didn't want to be left behind.
Meanwhile, Ana spoke on her phone as they trotted through open ground, keeping away from the road.
"Ana?" said Syrup's voice. "Where have you been? I've been calling your cell phone for two days."
"Syrup! Syrup, listen, this is gonna sound weird. Is there somewhere a few friends and I can stay for a few days?"
"Look, I- it's kind of a very long story."
"Hmm. Can you give me a summary?"
Ana winced, but figured it was best not to keep secrets. Not too many
"Basically, my alien friends and I got in very big trouble and are being hunted down by MNU."
"Wow" said Syrup's disturbingly casual voice. "That IS trouble."
"And we need a place to hide, sort of. I know it's too much to ask for, but Please, help us "
The Modern Vampire~'*The Modern Vampire*'~The Modern Vampire9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So...you've seen all the movies.
Vampires that are good, vampires that are bad.
Vampires that die when you stick wooden stakes through their hearts, or when you touch them with silver.
Vampires that can't look at crucifixes.
Vampires that can't touch holy water.
Vampires that can't drink the blood of the already-dead.
Vampires that can't see the light of day.
Seems like vampires are pretty useless, huh? I don't think that anyone has really met a vampire. Seriously....how would they really know all these things? And who's "they", anyhow? The press? Well, they do a pretty crappy job of representing the noble race. In fact, people have created a perfect misinterpretation, a perfect misrepresentation, a perfect lie. How do they know whether the undead, the non-living creatures of the night, really can or can't do anything? No one has heard of the vampire who *can*.
Vampires that are unaffected by wooden stakes, by crucifixes, by holy water, by silver,
RelativityRelativity9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grandfather handed me his pocket watch
and spoke of how it saved his ass back in the day.
It was as old as his shoes
and its pointers flickered clumsily,
speaking a language I was yet to learn.
Son, war is a filthy ballet of dust and hissing bullets;
I swear, they were like flocks of doves whose grey wings
split the air into fractions.
I'm just damn grateful your grandma
woke me up one day and told me:
'My dear, when the fields are soiled
by the ever unforgiving rain of souls and lead,
think of this watch. My father gave it to me, you see.
I remember him telling me of how gorgeous my mother looked
as he took it from his pocket and the pointer struck noon.
"I swear she looked at me right there and then', he had said,
"and right there and then we fell in love'".
And I did. I had it with me when that little arrow
punched my chest so hard it threw me to the ground.
About time, too; I wouldn't be here if I had been standing there
for another second.
His eyes shatter
Gypsy WindA gypsy at heart,Gypsy Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I weave colored feathers
into the braid of my hair,
as my tongue
like the wind--
gentle with murmurs,
cutting with howls.
I always leave
with no warning.
dear t, love m_cDear M, I used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapidfire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. I used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. I used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. I used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. I used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.dear t, love m_c6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dear T, I used to imagine my bones were fractured and chipped in all the wrong ways. I used to think my heart was a poison my body kept rejecting, leaving me on my hands and knees spitting up old relationships, lies and heartache all over my carpet late at night. I used to look at the sun and wish myself blind, stare at the ocean and wish myself ten thousand le