The FlyThere was a dead fly in my bath.The Fly6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I did not like this much because it meant that I would have to scoop it out with my bare hands and it might've touched me, which would've been even worse, because it could have been hoarding around a whole list of deadly diseases and who knows what else.
Hello, it said, as though surprised to see me.
Hello, I replied, eying it.
I'm dying, it said.
I know, I mumbled. I'm sorry. (What else could I say?)
It's not a good way to go, it continued. Drowning, that is. In fact, it's rather terrible.
I nodded patiently. These were, after all, its last words, and I thought I ought to pay respect to it. All things great and small, and all that.
You see, it said, once the water seeps into your lungs, you start coughing, and then you can't get it out, so you're sick. Now, not that I'm unaccustomed to being sick actually, I do it quite a bit but it's never a pleasant experience, especially when you're dying. Anyway, after you're sick, you choke on that a
PersonificationIt is dark... It is always dark... I haven't seen the light of day in what feels like an eternity. I can't even remember when exactly she stopped playing with me.. It was a very long time ago is all that I can tell you. In this eternal darkness all that I have are memories of childhood joy when she used to dress me in little pretty dresses adorned with lace, or whenever she used to brush my long silky hair.. But those days are now past.. Only memories remain... The memories make the air cold and leave a weight on the soul. They haunt this never ending darkness only to torture me with the dismal reminders of happier days.Personification6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
...Did you hear that? I heard a noise..
I saw light flood through the cracks of my tomb and then.... The lid opened and there was a face.... The face of the little girl who abandoned me to grow up...
She reached in and and picked me up carefully like I was a priceless treasure and put me in the hands of a eager little girl. "She used to be mine when I was young." I hea
ConfessionSasuke had been dragged out to lunch with his rival/best friend and after watching his friend slurp down the tenth bowl of ramen he decided it was time to leave, he paid and walked out from the stand. When he was almost at the bridge, where they usually met up, Naruto had noticed that he had left and had come running after him. After a small talk about lunch Naruto asked; "If I told you that I was in love, what would you say?"Confession8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Nice, who is the lucky one?" Sasuke answered nonchalant, not really wanting to hear the answer to that question.
"You" He let the word sink in for a second as he stopped mid step, slowly turning towards his friend not really sure if he had actually heard correctly, Naruto just stood there, with a big grin upon his face and he could feel the blood rushing up in his face.
"Priceless! Naruto exclaimed walking in a circle around him.
"Wha?" Sasuke asked blinking in surprise.
"Your face, if I only had a camera!"
"If I had a camera I would have made milli
CalamitySave me from my own calamity,Calamity6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's eating up my sanity.
They found me on the bathroom floor,
I just can't see straight anymore.
This pounding in my ears
Is sounding out my fears.
My hands begin to tremble
As I try to reassemble
All the words you didn't even say
I heard them clearly anyway.
Maybe this is for the best,
Or maybe just... a clever jest.
I've put my heart up on a shelf,
I can't get it back all by myself.
No one left to take it down,
Or here to save me when I drown.
Tears just fall like acid rain,
Burning holes into my brain.
Blotting out my memory
And tearing down my armory.
I am my own calamity,
I'll waste away my sanity,
Drink it up until it's gone,
Time to put my mask back on.
None will know about the pain,
I'll stand alone out in the rain.
Broken shelter, falling down,
All my defenses on the ground.
I can't hear... my heart is screaming.
I can't see, the tears are streaming
Around the clock, down to the floor,
Down the block and to your door.
Colors fall and fade away,
Days of the WeekIts Monday.Days of the Week6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dad promised to come over,
And he does,
Bringing me toys
As peace offerings.
Mom doesnt say anything
When he gives them to me, but I know
That she is going to criticize him
Once hes gone.
Dad is late.
Mom says he isnt going to come,
That he forgot all about it.
I dont believe her and wait.
He doesnt come.
Dad comes and apologizes.
Mom doesnt believe him.
They dont argue yet, but
Mom starts cooking dinner and
Dad tries to advise her.
Mom doesnt like it.
I pretend I dont hear their shouting.
Dad calls and says that he has work, so
He cant come over.
Mom doesnt believe him.
I try to believe him.
Dad promised to come over,
And he does,
Bringing me toys
As peace offerings.
I play the piano as he sits and
Eats noodles, slurping the soup
In the way that Mom doesnt like.
Im nervous and mess up.
Dad tells me to practice mor
From Mia, With Lovelast night i caught her with a finger so far down the back of her throat,From Mia, With Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pulled up her thoughts
into all the water
a refraction of light &
suspended until suddenly all the water in her head sloshes
(a faint inner ripple
as the pain leaks out her ears, her nose)
she was gasping to throw herself onto the next comma
she sinks or swims [the cliche, a baracuda, drags her down]
but if this was a love song
she'd hate it
because she's already written 46 on her hand
to remind herself she's only human & a weak gag reflex runs in her family
so walk straight in, my love
& sink to the bottom
six feet under these bulimic stars
Narrative PoemOut from the night and the shadows steps a figure,Narrative Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody really knows his name for sure.
He wears a top hat and a cloak made of velvet,
The inside lined with the blood of innocents.
Whenever he walks the streets at night,
You better run in fright.
He doesn't care
Why you are there
He'll just rip the still beating heart from your chest!
You can try to run and hide in a place that you know best,
But it is useless and only gives him thrill,
And when he finds you the only thing you will feel is a chill.
And as the glint of his knife flashes in your eye,
You will see that everything you know is a lie!
X Just Friends XI love you so much,X Just Friends X7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my friend and once lover.
Oh, how I wish
we could be together!
My heart bleeds to tell you,
my mind screams out: "No!
If you ever did tell her,
then she would GO!
She wouldn't understand!
She couldn't, not ever!"
How could I feel this? Why must I love HER?
We were so happy with how we felt for each-other!
No, that's not true, it was SHE who happy.
Content just being Just Friends with Just Me.
I was in pain, every step of the way,
when she'd come to me,
and then she would say:
"Ive met a new guy,
come and see, come and see!"
I'd smile, and joke. "I'm happy" I'd play.
"You seem nice, treat her right,
or you'll pay." I would say.
If she's happy, I'm happy,
(for her, can't you see?),
cause I know, deep inside,
she could never love me.
Not for Us, not for We,
it can't ever be.
It's not right, it's not fair.
It's just life, it's just there.
There's no We, There's no Us.
No future, no hope.
No sweet tender moments,
no hurts I can hold.
There's Just Her, And Just Me,
there is no home.with broken strings and burning tarthere is no home.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i whisper to you from afar
and from your quiet little stand
you drift away like grains of sand
Love You To Death: Chapter 20Love You To Death: Chapter 206 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Love You To Death
The Best Part of Two Days
I would apologize to any reader-unknown here, but I care for them and everything else very little right now. By apologize, I mean for my rough handwriting here.
Im in a rush you see.
Im leaving Harbinger House.
Michelangelo the Merciful.
You cant just leave!
What are you going to do?
We need you here, man.
I mean, where are you going to go?
They clattered down the stairs after him, all but Valentine, as he hauled his trunk and scythe downstairs. Helen darted under his arm and blocked the stairs for a moment.
Michelangelo, running away isnt going to fix anything. Were your family; we can only help you if youre here.
Sure it will help to get away. Why wouldnt it help? he replied, pushing her against the banister and out of the way.
He got to the front door.
Michelangelo! Lucifers voice echoed
Never Lovers' DanceDoes she think I don't remember her-Never Lovers' Dance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her golden skin?
Her blue bird voice?
Yes, I remember the spiral of our feet
The sway of her hips
The bend of my back
The least intimate dance of imaginary lovers
Does she think I didn't notice we never knew the same space?
Of course my weeping heart,
my sighing heart,
Towers - 1 - 003The silence following this statement was almost painful in its intensity. Faced with this revelation, it took several moments for it to truly sink in: The Triumvirate wanted Rifel to take his student's life. When Duncan found the will to speak, Valessa could have sworn that, confronted with such a situation, she would have chosen the exact same words:Towers - 1 - 0033 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wh-what are you talking about, sir?"
"It's just as it sounds. They want me to kill you. A replacement has already been found, and--"
"And what!?" Duncan retorted. "You're going to listen to them just like that? Rifel, surely you know me better than to just... dispose of me like some pest!"
"I thought I did, Duncan. I thought I did." Rifel said quietly as he closed his eyes. "Hold a kin upon the cliff's edge, and only then will you know their true intentions. I tested you Duncan, and in your eagerness to make me proud you have only proven your disloyalty to The Triumvirate."
Duncan took a few steps back, as if to make a distance between
ShatteredMemories are consumedShattered7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the long curling red
Ill be the one standing alone again
Break me away from this darkness
The words you speak
Those long, lost fatal words fading in the darkness
Following what you left inside in my soul
For you I cannot erase
What I ignore
Time stands for you
And I throw will this all away
Running away in the sin covered road
The clock ticks on the wall
Suppressed by the memories
Turning back time
So I can be left behind
Resolution Diary2007Resolution Diary2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Make first million after starting own business.
Applied for a loan. Declined due to excessive account activity. Note: Constant purchasing of rare (albeit mint) wicker chairs is not conducive to bank balance. Wife insistent on selling wicker chairs to find money to start business.
Bought new donut recipe book. Learnt how to make category hard donut, 'Diamond Swizzler'. Delma loves them.
James offered to lend the money if he can become a business partner. Potential.
First million still a long way off. Wife still nagging.
Spent savings on replacing the roof of the conservatory when neighbor's tree uprooted in the November storm.
Update: Dogs should never be fed over two donuts a day. Next Year's Resolution likely…? Find enough money to take Delma to the vets. And make more realistic resolution idea.
Find an appropriate business idea.
dear mia,the other nightdear mia,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i caught you with fingers so far
down your throat
they choked you from the inside
your closed fists
formed snail shell spirals
at your sides
and the tears in your eyes
told the story you wouldn’t tell
and i already knew.
not trusting me enough
to say the truth.
you tear me apart.
CharlieWe're all just kids playing a part. That's what it boils down to.Charlie2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm the kid who gets to play hitman today. The other kids, they're playing guard. Hands in their pockets, feeling up their guns. Makes them feel big. Calms them down. A security blanket in a holster.
That's what it boils down to. Dressing for the part, having the right props. If you're running around in your street clothes, you're a thug, a hood, a gangster. You put on a ninety-dollar suit you picked up at Ross, and all the sudden you're a mobster, a wiseguy, paisano.
You're still just playing Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Thugs and Mafiosi.
Rule of three. Say it enough times, and you'll convince yourself of it.
Look at yourself in the mirror, jacket and tie and shoulder holster. Tell yourself, "I'm a badass." Wash, rinse, repeat until it sticks. Get into character and stand around, chest puffed out, one hand on your gun, one on your cock.
Repeat the lines you learned watching other people pretend t
A woman is missing.A woman is missing.A woman is missing.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sweater is knit too loose and the wind blows through.
The leaves are done changing and are waiting to fall.
I think of them collaged against my morning-damp windshield;
they will mostly be red. My wipers will push them off;
I will forget about them. But inbetween these thoughts
my brain hums. A woman is missing and I cannot forget.
Two weeks ago the leaves were mostly green and yellow.
Two weeks ago a woman went missing.
I didn't know her but she went missing and today
I am standing at a wall covered with candles and
I am rolling her name over my tongue and I am thinking.
I am thinking and praying, but I am not hoping.
A woman went missing; a woman is missing.
I keep going to work, getting up each day.
I brush my teeth, comb my hair, pack my lunch, drive my car.
And mostly I do not think about her. But sometimes I do.
Sometimes the hairs on my neck stand up and the two blocks
between the library and the coffee shop are impossibly long.
pauseBut I turned around, and it was gone.pause1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feelings that you’ve had before and never seem able to explain. Just when you think you know where you stand – in the middle of the day, it hits you like a brick thrown at your head.
Suddenly, you’re out on the streets again…
They’ve played enough with you – now they’re getting bored …
I’m trying desperately to remember when…
None of this seemed to matter…
Then you tell yourself that this is just a bump in the road – you’ll soon look back on today like a lesson, and embrace tomorrow like a winner. The anxiety won’t last; the depression will soon pass.
But I turned around, and it was gone.
I’m outside again… back inside, life goes on. I was
just wave goodbye dearest,just wave goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today i was
i tried to
could only get
as far as sand before the
cratered moon pulled me back again.
the broken patriotmy lover is an unpopular,the broken patriot10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is a cold and hard,
she has loved and murdered,
and drained thousands
and i knew this. and i asked for it. and i gorge myself on her.
her voice is raw,
she sounds like machine gun fire,
and she smells like a