forget me not.i. we were always trying to remember.forget me not.4 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 wasn't inextricably bound into us, because i want to be alone.
vi. alone is easier.
vii. you and i came in a rush.
viii. i took the road less taken; i didn't go the easy route.
ix. we forgot together.
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 means sitting in one place with absolutely anybody in the world and having fun with strictly eachother's company, talking or laughing.
Love means having eachother's back and being there when there's tragety.
Love is always there and will never die out into nothing.
Love is what makes the world stand its ground.
Love is why we are in existence.
Love is why w
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 LoveBass 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 Love7 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, always in line with the orchestra… but man, as soon as you take the bow off, Upright Bass is a goddamn psycho. She's kind of weird, but I won't lie, we've had some good times.
I messed around with Saxophone for a while, too, and still do. She may only have two and a half octaves, but DAMN does she know how to use them! And you should hear how she sou
To The ReaderTo The ReaderTo The Reader9 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, sometimes at the same time
Hatred beyond death, and the anger of the living
Let you taste the sorrow of a passing friend
As well as the sun kissed grapes in the garden
I wrote this all down for you
Bound it up and passed it out
Without thoughts of thank you's
But still I must press
For the answer to my own quest
To the reader
Why are you reading this?
RiseRise4 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 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 life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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. Theres so much beauty in colors and the sky that seeps a thousand shades of blue and pink and orange and the flowers that grow in the backyard and the way my heart can break so many times over the same sorry thing. Its strange that I can feel so empty in a place that is filled with so much, but anywhere else I can forget the names of the people who left and forget all of thei. can't. i can't. i won't.4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
RecollectionI can speak onlyRecollection4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in regret's sad dialect,
and sing my losses.
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 this planet
(But then one day, a storm started raging in that very painting instead)
That was when dark clouds hovered and cold rain splattered here and there
The rainbow was gone and you stood there utterly soaked
The beautiful painting I once knew was destroyed before I even realised it
(But I couldn't shelter you from the rain because
The inevitable truthThe hardest part of being a writerThe inevitable truth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is accepting that some things
cannot be expressed
I Wrote You A SongHear the lyricsI Wrote You A Song4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hear the sound
Hear the melody
Let every moment that we shared together
Be a moment that haunts you forever
Every warm embrace
Let every note
Remind you of my face
Take a moment to remember me crying that night
When you told me something just didn't feel right
So I wrote you a song
To bring back my memory
Maybe you'll hear these lyrics
And remember me...
Remember my face
Remember my voice
Remember my smile
Remember it was your choice
To give up on us...
And I honestly believed in you
You never gave me a reason
Why you stopped saying "I love you"
A single song
A single chord
On the radio
Let every tear
Make you wanna
Turn down the stereo
Make you ashamed to show your face in public
This is just my way of getting over it
A little late
For you to say
So don't come crying
When you get tired of hearing this song
I hope you catch yourself singing along
So I wrote you a song
Stereotypes KillGood thing you're pretty, or is it?Stereotypes Kill4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people jjust can't see...
That blond hair, blue eyes,
Don't make up a soul, a personality.
You could be shallow as a puddle
Or as deep as the sea,
But to them you're just a pretty face.
Good thing you're atheletic, or is it?
Some people just can't see...
That big arms and size,
Don't make up you.
You could be a Harvard bound genius,
Or as dense as a rock,
But to them you're just hormones and strength.
Good thing you're quiet, or is it?
Some people just can't see...
That dark colors and silence,
Don't tell your story.
You could be sweet and happy,
Or sullen and mean,
But to them, you're an emo who cuts.
Good thing you're human, or is it?
Some people just can't see...
That having a look or a quirk
Doesn't define you.
You may be a writer, an artist,
a teacher, a friend.
You could be content, adventurous,
Anything at all...
But stereotypes kill individuality
Love--A broken heart can always heal.Love--4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never forget that.
The power of love can heal all.
Never feel down.
Never feel broken.
Never feel unloved.
Love is all around you.
Just look for it.
sail the atlanticif i ever loved you, it was because your smile never completely stretched out your lips, or because your eyes were blue and deep, but not full, no, never full. they were empty like a vast stretch of sea on the horizon, where you're sitting stranded in the sand and you know there are no ships but you still hope that someone will find you.sail the atlantic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your mind grew rank with thick, strangling weeds. they grew in your head, blotting out the sunlight like a cataract and you didn't laugh anymore. you smiled, but it was more like a grimace, an ironic twist of your mouth and you showed your teeth and your eyes glared instead of wrinkled in the corners. it wrung my heart like wet socks to see the pain you were trying so hard to hide from me. i always heard what you never said.
i'm waiting for the day your heart breaks into the smallest pieces and you can't put it back together again. the day you call me for the last time and tell me how sorry you are, how the weeds in your head have won and that you've r
Something I've RehearsedIt breaks my heartSomething I've Rehearsed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all over again
just to recollect
the space provided
is just too small
to fully express
everything I want
and I've been taking
the pen to the
hoping to be
able to get
something in words
but the ink isn't
and the paper
I tried to speak to
you hoping that
yield more success
but to no avail
I stuttered and choked
on each and
and watched as
my attempt for
salvation fell apart.
I gave it my all
but I failed so
miserably like I
did with you,
how could I piece
I'm the one
who broke it
in the first place?
I can't blame you
for wanting to get out
and just cut your losses now.
Some times it's best
to just try and
get out alive
rather than worry
about the damage.
And if I can't explain
why you should
it's not because
I don't have reasons
it's because I just
can't bring myself
to get what's
in my head
you just meant
parabola.You just don't get it, do you?parabola.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I set fire to this paper,
I am screaming the words that I beg you to hear,
but you cast them away
or don't understand
or just try to pretend they're not
and scribbled all over.
Every time I try to pry open
the hearts of
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.4 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 morning.
i've got this feeling in my chest that makes me wonder what's going on with you, what you're doing at this very moment. it feels like you're on top of me, giving yourself to your dreams when all i can do is stare into your closed eyes and hold you as tight as possible without waking you. i can't help but wonder if you're dreaming of
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 confession there was a lie and i loved you for all the deceit and the way you would tell me the truth if i asked you just the right questions--.
if we ever connected it wasn't on normal, human relations level. it wasn't our flightless, fleeting glances; it wasn't your hand, running too far up my thigh. when we connect it's always at three in the morning
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 other that we do not want to see there. i
kick at the floor and you read subway ads three times over.
in two years i will grow my hair and smoke cigarettes
on your front lawn and howl at the stars and
sell my body because i can't remember ever being able to
breathe in clean air. in two years i will own
nothing but the clothes on my back and a ratty old
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 about a single person that they can actually concretely touch and isn't playing out of their speakers or pixelated on a screen. i'm real. i'm different. i'm special.
so you can't kill me, you can't end my oh so important existence. you can't cut out my heart - what would i feel with, make others feel with? you can't take out my lungs - i need
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
jittery? and play dumb when I mention how your touch
makes me lose myself. Even more the higher it goes up.
I want you to leave what you have and for me to stand
strong commenting, Im not worth that. You cant do that,