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RiseRise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time your heart shatters,
Every time a tear falls,
Every time it seems like your world is crumbling,
Even though it's torture...
It DOES have one, true benefit.
You will learn from what you lost.
You will grow stronger; both body and soul.
You will control yourself better than ever.
Every fall means something,
Every punishment says "Remember"
Remember the pain
the agony
the way it pulled you into an abyss.
Remeber it all...
...now rise once more!
a loose definition of lifemusic /'myü-zik/ n : what we find between white noise and silencea loose definition of life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
RecollectionI can speak onlyRecollection4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in regret's sad dialect,
and sing my losses.
Love LiesFalsify documents,Love Lies4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
write something new,
tell a simple story,
spin yarns about you.
A little white lie here,
a simple glance there,
and misdirection leads
to love in the air.
i. can't. i can't. i won't.I want to read a million books, a billion pages covered in ink letters, so I can start to feel alive again. I want to milk in the sight of black words on white pages over and over until my mind starts to ache and the only way to fix it is by scribbling my own into notebooks that three years from now I will read and feel so ashamed. I want to feel inspired by something, a bottle of vodka and the sweat soaked tears that pour from my sorry skin. I want my pen to bleed ink onto the pages of that journal I hate, the one I keep because I left my other in Brooklyn after too much tequila and never got it back. There’s so much beauty in colors ani. can't. i can't. i won't.4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Wasn't Me, Never Would BeThat day, you told me that you were stressed about everythingWasn't Me, Never Would Be4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your job, your life, your friends
Well, everything in your life, basically
(But why couldn't you just admit that I was a part of that 'everything' too?)
It was not like I would feel disappointed or anything
Really, I was just as stressed about everything as well
My problems, my insecurities, my flaws
(But why couldn't I just admit that you were one of my most beautiful flaws ever?)
You were like a classic painting, beautified with splashes of rainbow here and there
The way I see it, you were just like a fallen angel
A saint, but still flawed like every other beings on thi
forget me not.i. we were always trying to remember.forget me not.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. we tied strings around our fingers, we replayed the scene. it was forever a blur.
iii. we were the fine print on the prescriptions. we were totally and completely unaware. we blindfolded each other, and walked off docks. we stepped out from the thick, salty air, and into some form of relief. our eyes stung, our lips stung, our heart stung, filled with water, and salt, and heaviness.
iv. it all came in a rush.
v. i was searching. i took a compass and a map and a bottle of wishes and climbed to far far away. searching for what, i don't know, but for something that wasn't you and i, something that
nothing compares,Nothing compares to love.nothing compares,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cute beautiful redhead asked me what love meant to me.
And I think that was a really good question to ask. Because it makes me think.
Many people would associate the word "love" to the opposite sex. That romantic love that we immediately think of when we hear the four letter word.
But to me it's not just about that. Love is everything.. But love starts at your roots. With your family. & if you can love your family, the people who have most likely been there from the start, you are capable of love. Family is not just restricted to parents, brothers, sisters, etc...
Love means comfort and open hearted, love mean
emotional screw-upi am nothing youemotional screw-up4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
want and even less of what
you need. what makes me
think that anything
i am could ever make you
want to stay with me?
My One True Love Bass is my one true love. I realized this morning. Sometimes, the tedium of routine will haze your vision, and you'll miss things that you should have seen. Every morning I'd roll out of bed, and every morning, leaned up against my bedpost, would be my Bass.My One True Love6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I never really thought about the whole love thing, you know? I was all about the action. I haven't always been loyal to Bass, I'll admit that right now. I've had a few flings. Recently, I've been messing around with an Upright Bass, Bass's older, more voluptuous sister. I think it was the catholic-schoolgirl band geek appeal that drew me into Upright Bass. So reserved, so conservative,
To The ReaderTo The ReaderTo The Reader8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the reader:
I gave you wondrous worlds to play as god
And characters to watch grow old
I gave you dramatic flair
To the fullest I could embellish
I sent you conflict and sin
Hope and resolution
I provided gray lines to dive into
And twisted lives for your pleasure
I did as your subconscious expected
While your mind was overjoyed at the unexpected
Because that is what a good author does
Plays the tune the reader wants to hear
Why else pick up a book for pleasure?
At your beck and command
I sent Heroes to their doom
Villains to their thrones
And Heroines to outshine everyone
Gave you lust and love, sometim
drowning in the stars.does the song you're listening to remind you of anyone? it's hard to answer this question when i'm thinking about you non-stop and every single song out there reminds me of your smile.drowning in the stars.3 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i miss you, love. i can still feel your heartbeat pounding against my head. i can still feel your collarbone suffocating every last breath of air out of me. i can still feel your spinal cord underneath my fingertips.
i'll look up at the stars wishing you were here to lay in the drifting rain with me. i'll count each and every one and play connect the dots to make pictures of your shining face. i'll drown in the soft water if it means getting to see you in the
just, an adjectiveif i ever loved you, it was for your misconceptions. if i ever was in love with you, it it wasnt because you'd pull me along in the dark, holding and touching and pretending to love me, it was because you called me up at one in the morning and asked me if i wanted an adventure, and i knew it was dangerous and i knew you and if i ever loved you it was because nothing was ever safe with just you.just, an adjective4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if i ever thought i could love you it was for all the words you've ever told me, a combination of the lies and the too-harsh truth that i just couldn't make myself take. for every compliment there was a 'i really don't even like you' and for ever conf
different shining stars.so maybe you did break my heart and maybe you have no idea. so maybe i'm just a silly little girl who wants so much out of life all at once and maybe i'm just starving to live the life i'm pretty sure i could never have.different shining stars.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so maybe i'm just a silly girl with too many freckles and too many of those imperfections and maybe i think of too many ways to doubt myself. so maybe i think that we belong and maybe i just fall too hard every single time someone smiles at me.
i'll spend my nights wishing and my days shooting for a different shining star.
smoking for lovelisten, i need a way to make things up to you. i am afraidsmoking for love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of losing and afraid of committing and afraid of being
afraid, which is what makes you a terrible thing. it is not
a particularly nasty thing, i call it equal exchange.
sometimes i will cry because i miss you and i need you and
sometimes i will pretend who i am talking to is you
and in return i will become a better person. we will talk
too, and we will be courteous and polite like strangers
who shake hands and do not sit too close. trains and time
pass and pass and we don't say anything to each other
because if we do, it might be passionate and ignite something
in the ot
too beautiful.don't touch me. you can't touch me. i'm not here for you to rip apart, i've got things to live for you know. i've got hopes and dreams to change the world and if i die today they'll all be gone.too beautiful.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and i don't care if everybody says that, if everybody thinks they're too good to die or has a family to feed. i'm different. i've got real things. special things. important things. i've got words to write and songs to sing and people that will never see the light without me. i know it. even though it seems like nobody really cares about me i know that they do. they're just too afraid to show it. they're just too proud. too unused to caring so deeply
WantWhat I think is,Want4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you all for myself.
I want your crystal clear eyes to scalpel and expose
me. Throw me down and read the notches of my rib
cage as if it were Braille.
I want you to touch my inner thigh in a way that makes
my whole body shiver. Gently applying pressure where
one muscle ends and next begins.
I want you to make my spine melt as you say, “Why so
dear self dear self -dear self4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i told you,
even the sun needs to sleep
sometimes
but that shouldn’t make the night
your enemy
so stop feeling sorry for yourself
(it doesn’t look good on you)
dear self -
tomorrow you’ll wake up
and this’ll be a fuzzy memory
you’ll want to forget
it’s not the end of the world tonight
(i promise)
dear self -
darkness isn’t worth your tears
he’ll be long gone when you wake
dear self -
when i said it wasn’t worth your tears
i meant stop crying -
no one really cares
dear self -
you’re not worth my
ScentScent6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I found you fading
on my bedspread in moonlight;
a gentle ghost scent
Still Catching My BreathDon't shy awayStill Catching My Breath3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I look deep into your eyes
And map the freckles I find there,
Because I know someday
I'll turn up missing
And you won't find me
Crashing with the waves anymore.
I'm done kicking down sandcastles
Because in a sick way,
It reminds me of you
And how it didn't take long
For everything to fall apart.
And the worst part is;
I'm still trying to catch my b r e a t h.
holiday cheer.dear, youholiday cheer.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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if you asked me what i wanted for christmas, i don't know what i would say.
i suppose i could say i wanted to hold the world in my palms and raise a glass to mend some broken hearts. i could wish to be beautiful and magnificent and light up your midnight sky. i suppose i could ask you to kiss me one last time before you walked out the door and before i started to miss you.
drive my stocking full of my hopeful day dreams and broken idiosyncracies and all the things i left at your apartment with your calloused fingers, and i'll see if i can remember the way you used to smile when you saw me.
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merry christmas.
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if i asked y
i'm losti hold onto you too tightly, just how the clouds drift against the the evening sky. i find it comforting watching them, realizing that they are moving with us too everyday, running from something.i'm lost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or maybe it's just that they are lost, each second farther away from the truth, from where they began, with soon nowhere to go.
they don't seem frightened, they seem at home in the unopened arms of the sky, the fact that nothing ever stays quite the same.
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the way the hardwood floor feels against my hollow cheeks, my gaunt skin, makes me want to surrender. waver through the rays of sunlight, melt into the cracks of the ground.
it makes me want
Sta.sh
