Journey of The HeartsHome at last. Sora sighed happily for the fiftieth time that month. He sat in his room, on the bed next to the window over looking the harbor, staring out to Destiny Islands, the small meeting place for all kids of all ages.Journey of The Hearts8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah? He answered with a smile. A woman with smooth, light brown hair, a light complexion, and dark brown eyes walked into his room. Hi mom. What's up?
She held out a phone. It's for you. Sora stood up and took the phone. Don't be too long.
Sora sighed and rolled his eyes. Hey. He said as he put the phone to his ear.
Riku! What's up?
Hey mom! I'm heading out! He called as he headed for the back door.
Hold up! Came her voice from the other room.
Oh jeez, I forgot she was like this. He muttered to himself as he rolled his eyes and turned to the doorway.
Where to? And when will you be back?
Solar EclipseFiery brillianceSolar Eclipse8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is seemingly exstinguished
as Moon crosses Sun.
PretendPretend10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you
from the corners of my
A shadow in a
sea of memories.
Let's have coffee tomorrow night
and pretend that
everything is wonderful--
as if I didn't
crush your heart
like the broken leaves
on grey October sidewalks.
Let's run away together
and pretend that
life is what it used to be--
before I wiped away
each little drop of hope
that dripped between
your pale fingertips.
Let's kiss under the stars
we're still in love...
And I wonder if you
see me in the corners
of your lonely eyes.
A shadow in a
sea of memories.
RaskolOur son and his wife sleep in separate rooms. They are painted the same colour and bear identical scars but are separated by a hall so long that by the time I walk from one end to the other, I am too tired to compare and know what is different.Raskol7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That is the convenience of an oversized house, I think, that we did not have in our small one-room apartmentthey never have to see each others faces. You remember the nights when we were given no choice but to lie next to each other, against the hard corner, when we were seething in each others anger. How wonderful it might have been to stare at a blank wall, letting the heat of our hands seep into the plaster until we forgot each other, and how to be angry.
I never told you the fear I had inside my heart every time we tore apart and came back together again, that we would forget how closely we fit, or that in the short intervals when we were apart, a piece of the puzzle would come loose against us like a grain of sand, until w
19. GrayHe always loved the colour gray-19. Gray9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was a stranger standing in the middle of the lawn,
discouraged by the pouring rain
but ever-waiting for her chance to say
shall we dance?
He would nod,
a silent gesture so as to say
let's dance beneath this crumbling sky
and wash our cares away;
let's fall into each other's arms with nothing left to say.
unknown but so familiar,
would grasp his hand and spin into his arms-
what a beautiful dream wrapped up in a sky-soaked smile.
She would nod,
a silent gesture so as to say
let's glide beneath this drifting fog
and fall in love, a breath away;
let's melt into each other's arms with nothing left to say.
I'll be your colour gray.
You Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little AubadeIf, perhaps, you had turned at that momentYou Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little Aubade4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and your hair had caught in your fingers,
the straw being fed into the spindle, struck
by the high, thin light of first waking, the whorl
of a single line descendent from the sun, born
watery from the gap below one velveteen curtain,
all of it staining over gold and dusty and slow,
the edge of your mouth might have met the edge
of my mouth, narrow gaps both without attention
openingif, perhaps you had turned again,
your hand could have met the curve of my neck,
your canvas rough fingers tying knots of my hair
and I would have sighed, thick spreading in your ear
like the light itself learning to speak in tongues
you might understandif perhaps you had
opened your eyes, squinting, eyelashes caged
together, it all would have been edgeless and bright.
Dressing Yesterday," you said, "I went through my closet and paired a tie with each one of my shirts."Dressing7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You seemed pleased, and Siera smiled a little.
"I've got one whole room just to get dressed in," you added. Since Danah moved out, you didn't.
She wanted to hug you, but couldn't - it was a rule, kind of. No hugging, no kissing. Not since she moved out. It was implied.
So you sat with her on the couch, and tempted Berkeley to sit between you. The cat took up a lot of room, but your fingers brushed hers along the long, narrow expanses of tabby-stripe.
"So, hey. Thanks."
"Please don't say thank you."
"What do you want me to say? I appreciate that you came out here."&
Your EyesYour Eyes12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Earth and all her jubilee and might,
and self-inflicted hardship overcome,
and doctrine forged to settle wrong and right
no more can tell her doctors from the Sun-
with science and scripture stirred and made the same,
and idols cast from dirt and lust and gold,
and sunlight ploughed and passed a clever name,
and beauty culled and bought and used and sold,
thus, sun and beauty bound and in a mew,
as each one treads your lashes and your hair,
but glossy doctrines cast and mould and skew;
and you can't tell the sunlight from the glare-
and don the golden makeup and disguise,
as lashes keep the sunlight from your eyes.
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think
The SunThe Sun12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It rose in the east,
As dark as always,
Pouring a gray light on me.
It set in the west.
It left me here
As the world is fading to black.
She rose in the west again,
Brighter than ever,
As she gives colours to the land.
She still floats there,
Brighter than yesterday,
Attracting me like a magnet.
Song of Storms LyricsRainy daysSong of Storms Lyrics8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lightning crashes overhead
Wind whips around
Thunder blasts down
Nature clashes with itself
Time will calm this war
See the sky
Hear it's cry
Teardrops falling to the ground
Color has fled
Greyness has spread
Flee this place
Flee this place
Sadness leaking overhead
Time will soothe this war
Clouds are bawling endlessly
Darkness has spanned
Flooding this land
Through the fall
Light is peering through the clouds
Time will calm this war
Sunlight beams through lawlessness
Raindrops still fall
Soothing this brawl
Spread across the gleaming sky
Time will end this war
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
chasing birdsyou could think this absurd,chasing birds9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but loving you
is like chasing birds
Painted OnHer crystal ball is only polished glass.Painted On9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It holds no pictures of the future or the past.
The runes she's casting are only stones;
There are no secrets in them to be shown.
The smile she brings to light the room,
Like the angel wings she wears, is only painted on.
What the first storm clouds don't wash away,
To her dismay, will only fade with age.
The great spirit she is talking to
Is just the south wind passing through.
All her promises, beliefs, and future plans
Slip through her fingers like so much sand.
It's want's and whim's that rule her life,
Like the angel's she wears, they don't take flight.
What doesn't suit her present needs
Is cast aside as quickly as those who disagree.
The more you come to know her
The more she will insist you don't.
'No one can and no one does'.
It's her battle cry and her excuse.
The more transparent this becomes
The more you find yourself drowning
In her shadows.
The gypsy cards she's throwing down
Hold no mystery or answers to be found.
What I mistook
Andrew Stack's Suicide NoteAndrew Joseph Stack's Suicide NoteAndrew Stack's Suicide Note6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In case it goes away:
If you're reading this, you're no doubt asking yourself, "Why did this have to happen?" The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization that there isn't enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I'm not sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for
Football StarFootball Star10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look so great in your uniform,
Out there on that football field.
I'm the only one that knows your secret,
And your the only one that knows mine,
Cause when we kissed in your room,
After your tutoring session,
We both knew.
I love you, my little, football star.
I watch you every move,
Cheering as you score a touchdown,
And admiring your butt in those pants.
I just want to run out there,
Tackle you to the ground,
And just start kissing you again.
My lovely, football star.
I can't wait to see you after the game,
And come over for your tutoring session,
One that ends with you lips,
Upon mine, in a sweet embrace.
I love our little secret,
And I know you do too.
My sexy, football star.
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 11NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 118 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-Kisame and Itachi are at a bar-
Itachi: "So, why exactly did you show up in Konoha?"
Kisame: "You were taking so long on your mission to scout out the Jinchuuriki. I just wanted to check up on you."
Itachi: -Not listening- "Hey, you want some tuna?"
Kisame: -About to cry- "My little sister was a tuna..."
Itachi: "Uh... Sharks are a different breed from tuna..."
Kisame: "Hey! If I'm related to Orochimaru, I could be related to anything else!"
Kakashi: -Right behind them- "That is SO true. He could be related to a bald eagle! Or Courtney Love!"
Itachi: "Or he could be related to you."
Kakashi: "NUUUUU!!!" -Runs off-
Itachi: "You want some sushi?"
Kisame: "But that's fish too!"
Itachi: -Sigh- "Fine! Have some chips instead."
Kisame: "Thank you!" -Pours sauce on chips and starts eating-
Itachi: "Oh, I forgot. That's shark sauce."
Kisame: "PFFFT!!!" -Spits it out- "WHY DO YOU ENJOY MAKING ME SUFFER?!"
Itachi: "Because we're best friends."
Kisame: -Twitchy eye- "You w
I'm Hurt InsideI'm Hurt Inside4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I want to live, I want to love
But there's only pain
I want to take, a leap of faith
But what can I gain?
I want to scream, I want to shout
I just want out
Please let it stop, my blood boils
I have a monster inside
At time's I'm close, I don't want to
Please don't leave me
The blade calls my name, I need a release
But I won't
I wonder, do I deserve this?
I'm tortured mentally
It's a surprise, that I'm still alive
And I guess I won't stop that
At least not yet
I'm hurt inside
and it just grows