How To Be Lonelyi.How To Be Lonely4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first step to acceptance is to be like others. Like a flower, almost, in your pleated skirt and saddle shoes, starched white blouse radiant, you stand in the coat room of Mrs.Lund's first grade classroom and wish you had worn something, anything, different. Afraid to venture in to the snarling maw of children that would encompass you and swallow you whole, you stand shivering in the musky stench of rain boots and plaid coats until the teacher, fed up, steers you by the arm to the office and insists to speak with the principal. You know he'll phone your mother, but for some reason you don't care as you gaze in to the sticky circular patterns in the wallpaper and glance at the stack of manila envelopes on the secretaries desk that she meticulously sifts through while humming underneath her breath. She doesn't look at you. You're blending in.
You lose your virginity in a coat room, soggy from an afternoon shower, fumbling with his zipper though your hands are numb from the cold
ForbiddenI don't want to love youForbidden8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yet I do
I want to be near you
Yet I also fear you
I want you against the wall
But can't have you at all
Why is our love forbidden?
Why must it be hidden?
I want it to be shown
But know it won't
I go to see you everyday
And I can't turn you away
My love, I need to convey
My love, I must portray
I must hear your voice
Just to go on
Why is our love forbidden?
Why must it be hidden?
I want it to be shown
Yet know it won't
I need your love to go on
But I know it must be withdrawn
I know someday I will get it
For I will never forget it
if i could just get it out, it will all be betterthere it is,if i could just get it out, it will all be better3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
looking like the monster i pull from the drain
after every shower;
there it is,
in its unending and bending and melancholy folds,
strumming like guitar strings
pricking at my fingers.
there's a certain beauty in thorns,
unless you are the rabbit caught in them.
i am inside most days,
counting food i can-eat-can't-eat-just-threw-up
and sitting in front of a tv.
i speak to no one other than the rhythm in my heart-
sometimes i touch his hand.
it's been too long
since i've felt inspired;
it's been too long
since i've been able to say in honesty entire
that i have smiled less
to distract from questions than out of happiness.
if the moon were to turn round
and show its dark side,
full in the sky like a cinema screen,
that is where i'd be.
and if i could just get it out, it will all be better.
i'll say that until my lips turn blue-
if i could just get it out, it will all be better.
but i don't write i don't paint i don't
talk about it, there is nothing to fucking talk about, leav
Love is...Love is simply complicated.Love is...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is in everyone, everything, and everywhere.
Love is the glitter in his eyes when he looks at her.
Love is the brilliant smile she returns to him.
Love is the butterflies in your stomach.
Love is the twirling of your hair.
Love is the deep crimson that grazes his cheeks.
Love is the simple touch of her hand on his.
Love is something we desire.
Love is something we wish to forget.
Love is the adrenaline rushing through your veins.
Love is the heaviness in your heart.
Love is the jealousy clouding your judgment.
Love is the tear you promised you wouldnt shed.
Love is nothing, no one, and nowhere.
Love is the longing for an apology from him.
Love is the impulse to tell her the truth.
Love is the strength to forgive.
Love is the bond that holds them together.
Love is the laughs they share through the years.
Love is the memories they create with time.
Love is the will to fight for one another.
Love is the promise to die for each other.
Love is simply co
Would it be wrong if...?Would it be wrong if I said I missed you?Would it be wrong if...?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would it be wrong if I said I wanted to see you?
The sparkle in your eyes
The smile on your face
The emotions in your heart
Would it be wrong if I said I wanted to hear you?
The beating of your heart
The laughter in your voice
The blood though your veins
Would it be wrong if I said I wanted to feel you?
Your strong, gentle hands holding mine
Your face buried in my neck
Your breath on my cheek
Would it be wrong if I said I loved you?
The Marauders proudly present Mr. Moony presents his compliments to the reader and are curious to know why the reader is wasting your time reading this ...The Marauders proudly present4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mr. Wormtail welcomes the reader, and begs Mr. Moony to stop chasing away potential mischief makers.
Mr.Prongs waves to the reader, and wants to finish the list so he can get back to fawning over Ms. Lily Evans.
Mr. Moony kindly points out to Mr. Prongs that Ms. Lily Evans is not interested in him .
Mr. Padfoot would like to highlight the amazing beauty of the reader. ( girls , of course. )
Mr. Prongs wishes that Mr. Padfoot shut up and stop being so kiss-ass.
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Proudly present
Eight ways to destroy the Love Life of your Daughter
Proceed with caution ...
Mr.Moony would like to ask Mr. Padfoot if he really has a daughter.
Mr. Padfoot would like to hit the head of Mr. Moony only because he said something so horrible.
Drag the first boyfriend to a dark corner and tell him that you
wasting usi want you, okwasting us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want you to be on your knees
all scraped and red and raw
like you're a child again
because that's all you ever
i want you to be aching
the way i've been aching
since the last rays of summer
said goodbye to us,
goodbye to us
and i want you to never forget
that just because
you don't remember my birthday,
that doesn't mean
forget the feel of my skin
for the first time
and that someday
this memory will stop hurting.
it never will,
and i promise you this:
every time it crosses your mind-
while you wait at the bus stop,
during a chemistry exam,
the next time a girl touches you
with her heart and not just her fingers-
every time it crosses your mind,
you're going to remember me
in extraordinary detail
and see me
like the extraordinary person
that i am,
absencesbut this isn't just distanceabsences3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as in space, not just distance as in
"i can't believe how far you
are from me, i miss you" -
this isn't just distance
in the way
that roads seem to spill over
hilltops for years,
stretching like skin across knuckles
but never ending,
this is the kind of distance
that isn't seen but instead felt,
that isn't marked by miles
or gas money and can't be pinned in two
spots on a map with red thumbtacks:
this is not hearing from you
and knowing you haven't noticed.
this is wanting to have you
and knowing you're just fine
this is the kind of distance
that knows broken bridges, that hurts
because it feels
like it can't be mended, and because
Please,don’t make mePlease,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
pretend peoplehe stands across the room with an unlit cigarette between his lips,pretend people5 years ago in Teen More Like This
he says hes quit. his shoulder blades leave dents in the wall where
he leans, his feet two prints on the floor. and he watches her get
dressed, a ghost in the morning light with smudged eyeliner down
her cheeks. she leaves and he lets her go.
seven steps to the door.
she doesnt look back.
[please dont let me go.]
heart brokenIn my dreamsheart broken11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
no one warned the little girlssometimes you will fall in love with the handsno one warned the little girls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or with the jawline, not with the penis.
watch out for boys whose eyes
are rougher than their voices.
little girls love hard and fast, and it is a lie
to say that words will never hurt you.
kissing in the rain is not romantic.
it's cold and wet, and your nipples
will be like pebbles digging into his skin.
he'll wipe water from your lashes,
and, if he is polite, he'll pretend
not to notice his thumb blackened by mascara.
later as he sleeps you will watch his lips,
unable to feel anything except your hair
curled damply against your skin.
when you were young, sex was strange
and scary and unreasonable.
when you grow older, that doesn't change at all.
please, do not use the flavored condoms.
getting married tastes like a wedding
invitation, heavy cardstock and eggplant ink.
if you cut your tongue and bleed
all over the calligraphy, it's bad luck.
when you speak your vows and look in his eyes,
you will still feel the blood
in your mouth, warm a
quotes-love is when you miss him even before he is gone, when you could listen to him all night and not get tired of his voice, when the sound of his name sends chills down your spine, and when you see his smile the second you close your eyesquotes7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-love is when you look into someones eyes and see everything you need
-never frown even when your sad you never know who is fallin in love with you smile
-do not use a hatchet to remove a fly from you friends head
-a true friend is someone that reaches for you hand and touches you heart
-friends are like fiddle strings, they must not be screwed to much
-no man is worth tears, and the only one that is will bever make you cry
-love without return is like a question without an answer
-when you find someone whos weirdness is compatible with yours, you join up with then fall into mutual satisfying weirdness- and call it love-true love
-immatue love says "i love you cause i need you" mature love says "i need you cause i love you"
-dance like no one is watchin
dreami closed my eyes to the hush of the fan.dream5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the air stirring my hair against my cheek.
i was swimming through a forest of
underwater ferns, the fronds tickling
my face. it was a valley of pastels that
swayed in slow motion to the same
beat as my pulse. light filtered down
upon me from a rippling sky, and
shadows darted quick and slow,
right and left above me.
i cut through the space between
the valley and the sky, not swimming,
not flying. my body slipped through the cool
like bird's wing through air.
i was alone in the valley,
and there was no sound except thick silence,
plugging my ears like a mysterious
song you can't remember. it replayed inside my head.
the sound of instruments never heard before.
LustI think Im fallingLust6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in love with you.
But Id rather
Fall in lust
Give me pleasure
Without the pain,
Give me closeness
Without the trust
Give me breathtaking,
Without the beauty,
Give me enjoyment,
Without wasting time
Give me everything youve got,
Without having to make you mine.
Feel the vital kiss,
With a mouth as smooth as oil,
Feel your body ripple,
With a pleasure that shall not spoil.
Feel the intense nature,
Through a simple glance of skin,
Feel your whole mind fill with intensity,
As lust slowly enters in.
Let this animal devour you,
As your want becomes your need,
Let it destroy your morals inside of you,
Until youre let loose, and you are freed
Of every tie youve ever been given,
Of everything youve known as wrong
Now theres a point to living,
If you would just play along.
still wont you please just stay a while?
Can we just stay real close?
Talk to me, it makes me smile,
I like you more than most.
I do adore the pleasure,
An autumn hopeThey were of dreams I yet not knew could breatheAn autumn hope5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And as it seems my hopes were meant to last.
Though in the scenes still in between
I found no rest for weary feet and lonely hands.
They were of satin skin, as soft as light at dusk
And when my Latin spring came into being thus
I greeted it with weary feet and lonely hands
I was of ice cold dust and melancholy sands.
dear self,1.dear self,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tomorrow is not worth waiting for.
sure, there will be sunshine (with
a slight chance of rain) and sure,
some kid will be smiling, and yes,
life is still
but it's not like anyone cares.
you just want someone to love you,
misery and tears and all. maybe you
could spend saturdays curled up
under the covers, memorizing
the patterns of breathing. maybe
you could count the seconds but
the problem is that there would never
be enough, the problem is that
there's nothing there to love.
no one is listening.
i'd write you a letter, but
you'd never read it. i'm stuck
screaming into my own heart,
wondering if anything is in there
anymore, wondering if
this is even worth it.
wake up, self.
you want to force fingers
down your throat just to cause
self-destruction, you want
to suffocate yourself (it's
easier than breathing), you want
to sleep and never wake up, you
want to find your dreams and destroy
every one of them.
you want to die.
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir