Forever I'll Live a Day~Verse 1~
Nobody knows who I really am
and I've never felt so empty inside.
Nobody knows, they don't give a damn
that the biggest part of me has died.
I've lost the ability, the one to feel.
I've lost my heart to an old memory,
one that isn't even real...
...it is just a mystery.
So here I stay on this journey
to a non-existent place.
A haven where I will never worry
if someone recognizes my face,
a haven where the dark creatures are angels,
and where I'll never need their grace.
This choice is my own, you will just have to see
that I must handle it alone. You can never come with me.
Nobody cares what I have become.
They prefer to talk so quietly.
Nobody knows about the outcome,
so they remain thinking silently.
I've lost the reason to reconcile
so you people just beware,
when you think that you're in exile
I am the one who is really there.
So here I stay on this journey
to a non-existent place.
A haven where I wi
Seeing MistakesThis is a battle with no end that nobody ever wins.Seeing Mistakes in Free Verse More Like This
This is life, truthfully, honestly, don't pretend.
This is the blood I've spilled traveling through nowhere,
because this is the way I feel every time she's here.
This is the way it's been since I was just a child.
Competition, infractions, every thing was always wild.
This is the voice that's remained unheard,
and the only person to blame for what became, is her.
She's thrown me down flights of steps leading to freedom,
just to keep me in her grasp, just to keep me in her kingdom.
She's torn through every last grip I had on dreams and hope,
and now as an adult I find it that much harder to cope.
It's always drama, always chaos, always something to fear.
It's always painful, always my fault, always another rant to hear.
I wonder if sometime before she dies she'll see her face,
staring into mine, seeing mistakes, seeing she created another race.
I'm no longer human, no longer alive, no longer dead.
I can't get her voice, her accusation
The Ending I FindThe sound of the clock,The Ending I Find in Free Verse More Like This
tick tock, tick tock...
As the keyboard clicks,
my music is screaming.
One letter is on the screen,
now a sentence, with a meaning.
The television plays in the back,
causing my thoughts to crack.
I ramble for another word
to come to mind, to be heard.
Thinking, I slowly write
under this dimming candlelight.
The candles help me concentrate
as this poem, I create.
The candles glow across my face
and light this small, cryptic place.
I hear my bird chirping away,
saying "hello," and lighting the day.
Still pondering on the next tome,
I hear the bustle from my home.
Mother walks by the door,
the dog following close behind.
As I go on, write some more,
This is the ending I find.
My ChildWhere I was born, there used to be a moon.My Child in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where I came from, there used to be a sun.
Where I lived, I left it all too soon,
just so I could someday become someone.
When I moved out, I went to school.
When I moved out, I bought a home.
When I left, I thought I was cool,
but I left my loved ones all alone.
While I was gone, I had a child.
While I was gone, my parents, they died.
While I was out trying to be wild,
I forgot who I was inside.
When they died, I felt so bad.
When they died, I died too.
When they died, I lost all I had,
because they always loved me true.
When I grew older, my child left.
When I grew older, I was fading fast.
When I was growing older, I was a victim of theft,
robbed of the one thing I thought would last.
When I got old, my child forgot.
When I got old, forgotten was I.
When I got old, my child bought
the casket for when I was to die.
When I got sick, I was alone.
When I got sick, my child wasn't there.
When the sickness took over my every bone,
my child didn't
The Horror SensationI live in a constant state of delusionThe Horror Sensation in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and often forget what I'm to do.
Amidst my pain, unrelenting confusion
leaves me without a hint or clue.
How shall I try and organize
a brain which lacks a probable cause?
It is so hard for one to sympathize
with a person containing so many flaws.
I take a few photos, draw on paper,
write out my heart to spill these things.
Things being my thought, without waver
from the past to which it clings.
I have hoped for better understanding
of my behavior toward my fellow men.
Instead, my mind continues the demanding
and the mental abuse starts again.
"Run away!" It speaks, giving dictation.
This is another flaw that I've kept.
Panic unbridled, the horror sensation,
tore me from the bed where I once slept.
The 'end all' for me came in a flash
and in that moment, I feared the worst.
Was I dying? Thought after thought did clash...
...and now I stay burdened with this curse.
Pills meant to cure don't help at all
and therapy is all the more to disregard.
Never Looking BackTrapped in the sound of firearms' thunder,Never Looking Back in Free Verse More Like This
in your home the enemies fiercely plunder.
Taking your pride and all that you own,
you are stricken in this world all alone.
Hearing another cannons' blast among the lands,
you shelter yourself, nervously wringing your hands.
"Will they come for me? Heavens, will I die?"
In your only refuge from war, you cry.
Missing the pleasant life you possessed,
you've traded your hope to become depressed.
Remembering your father killed in crossfire,
you never before wished your mind a liar.
No longer can you bear the hurt you feel.
You've slowly realized whats happening is real.
Reaching for a rope kept within your shack,
you will end this torment, never looking back.
Autobitherapy Self-diagnosis of mental illness is to be plagued by uncertainty. You 'think' you have this and that, but you cannot be sure. You can merely research the topics, gather data, and transform it into an opinion of yourself. Only when you see a professional, preferably more than one, will you know if your mind has taken your soul over.Autobitherapy in Philosophical More Like This
So you have been feeling strangely, acting abnormal, having thoughts that seem to be different from your own... and it worries you. So you immediately go to the internet, a friend, or a book to find out what is 'wrong' with you. After you have found what you believe to be wrong, your problems will only become worse and begin to fit into that category of mental illness.
For example... let's say that you were having sudden mood changes, becoming very violent, having sudden urges to do things etc... so you research "Bi-polar Disorder." Even though you are not showing all o
The Mind Doesn't Speak Perversion. We all have a place for it, whether it be deep within us or just slightly below the surface of our skin. Some live by it, some are addicted to it, some merely love it, some hate it, and some are repulsed by it. Where do you fit in? You don't know. So your question now is: "Why don't I know?"The Mind Doesn't Speak in Philosophical More Like This
You don't know because perversion has many meanings. Many meanings, many forms, and many opinions by many different people. With that being stated, take a look into your mind. What are your insecurities? Your secrets? What are the things that you think... that you do, the things that you would never want anyone else to know?
Those my friends, would be perversions. Your very deepest alterations of the 'norm'. The things that your mind keeps under lock and key are the very essence of perversion in it's most natural state. The mind. Every mind is a perversion as long as each person maintains free will
Cut it OutVerse 1Cut it Out in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I hate you, but I love you,
I guess I can be undecided.
I feel you, see the truth
that you are deceiving me.
You lied, so I cried.
The pain was taking over.
You are, the star
of all that is hurting me.
Well do ya think that you can cut it out?
Do you think that I don't have my doubts?
Would you hold my heart over this fire
and scold the meanings that I desire?
There's no love here. No love here.
No love for you within my heart.
No love. No love. Just the pain cause' you're killin' me.
If I wanted, so wanted,
I could just turn you away.
But I don't, no I don't... I'm guarded.
I don't want you to disappear.
I cry, oh how I cry,
and my expression is so vague.
You lie, yes you lie.
That is why slowly I die.
I thought I had it all.
(had it all...)
I thought you were the one.
(the one for me...)
Now I am so jaded.
(my soul has faded...)
Beautiful is a Subjective TermYesterday,Beautiful is a Subjective Term in Free Verse More Like This
he called her beautiful.
She wished it had gone like this:
"You're so beautiful, so pure, so angelic.
I love you."
It really went like this:
"Hey, beautiful. Wanna go to the movies?
Call me back."
Why are these two comments so different?
He did call her beautiful, after all.
But not the way she wanted.
She called him beautiful, too,
She said his face was smooth and his hair was soft.
She said she always wanted to kiss his lips.
She said he was beautiful.
Now, she's not so sure.
Because, after all,
'beautiful' is a subjective term,
and although he may have nice hair and soft lips,
perfect for kissing,
he is no longer beautiful to her.
Because, to him,
she was no more beautiful than
any other girl.
"Beautiful" isn't just a name.
It's a state of complete being.
And he wasn't, but she was.
When he hurt her, she cried
and wished she could find someone else
who was just as beautiful as she was
Give a Dead Man CoffeeShe wakes up in the morning three hours before the dawnGive a Dead Man Coffee in Free Verse More Like This
Hurries downstairs with just her night clothes on
Rubs the sleep from her eyes
to give a dead man coffee
Jumps in her car without fastening her seatbelt
Drives down the highway thirty over the limit
Got to go real fast
to give a dead man coffee
Then she spends some time digging up a grave
and wishes for the flowers that his family never gave
Sweat, tears, and blood
to give a dead man coffee
Her grandpa always told her coffee was his life
He said he loved the stuff, slightly less than his wife
He said it would always wake him up
so she gave a dead man coffee
She's just sorry
get it to him
She's sorry that this time,
enough to wake
I'm sorry, Grandpa.
I hope there's plenty
Will You Pick up the Pieces?The only wayWill You Pick up the Pieces? in Free Verse More Like This
I'll let you
is if I'm sure that
whenever you break my heart,
you'll be the one
who picks up the
Absolutely Heartless.Ha-ha-ha.Absolutely Heartless. in Free Verse More Like This
I think it's so funny that you think I'm funny
when I didn't tell a joke.
I'm being serious when I tell you this,
and you laugh it off,
hoping it's not true.
I know what gets to you.
I know what hurts you.
I know how to reach under your skin.
I know how to make you wish that you'd
never been born.
Maybe you should think twice about
pouring your heart out to me,
'cause I think
- and here's the funny part -
Three BlinksIt's on the air,Three Blinks in Free Verse More Like This
The way everything looks,
The way it all feels,
Hell, even how it tastes.
It tells me that today is a good day.
That my sorrow is low,
My hopes high,
Today is a good day to die.
Don't cry for me.
About A GirlI cant imagine what went through her headAbout A Girl in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When she walked in
On them the second time that day
They acted like it was normal
Got up and walked away
So she could pack all her things and leave
Look for the girl alone in the dark
By the toilet with a broken heart
Six years thrown away
Six years coming from her stomach
Just to be flushed down the drain
So non-chalant with all parties
He thinks that hes the shit
But hell never get all of it
No friends to save him now
No shoulders to lean
Nobody to get his spineless back
Look for the girl alone in the dark
By the toilet with a broken heart
Six years thrown away
Six years coming from her stomach
Just to be flushed down the drain
Look for the girl with tears in her eyes
Begging to her God
Asking the son of a bitch why
Why was it her this time
Why is he so damn worthless?
It was supposed to be nothing
It was supposed to be meaningless
It turned into the bitter end
And he doesnt care
No he doesnt care
And he was my f
Alley He looks up into her eyes, the rain blurring his already cloudy vision. Still, through the moisture and the star-spangled glare of the streetlights, he can see her, bathe din the white-light, a halo around a perfect angel. He bites his lip to make it through the pain and he smiles at her, and struggles to touch her cheek, to wipe away the tears. She gasps, a heavy sob, and holds his hand with her delicate fingers, the tears transferring from her cheek to his as she leans over him, looking down at the figure cradled in her lap.Alley in General Fiction More Like This
He tries to tell her that it will all be okay, tries to whisper the words that need to be said, but the copper taste in his mouth makes it impossible, and so, he just smiles, staring into her eyes. He hates to think it, but they were always so pretty when crying.
His angel, bathed in the rain-light, a halo from the lamp, her tears streaking her make-up down her ch
Just Once, The TruthI'll dream of you tonight,Just Once, The Truth in Free Verse More Like This
That I am sure.
You may be a thousand miles away,
But your face will be behind my eyes.
Somewhere on that plain,
We will meet for the first time.
I will whisper to you,
And take you in my arms,
And there you will stay.
I'll dream a life for us to live,
A life free of who I am.
You'll understand all the changes,
Because you'll be the one to understand me.
I cannot guarantee I won't break your heart,
Or that I'll never make you cry.
I can't promise you that I'll never lie,
But I can swear to the world and God
That I'll never hurt you just to do so.
Don't resent me for these words,
I just want to be honest.
I just want you to know the truth
Before we dance above the stars.
I may not be there with you,
In the land of the dying sun,
But you're here with me,
Under this blanket of ice,
And that's all I need.
BooksThis is how I stop tomorrow,Books in Free Verse More Like This
At ten after nine tonight.
Being flown with broken wings.
The best phrase to describe me.
Maybe it's like a broken lock,
Or the wind in the leaves,
But for such a guarded person,
I find that I'm an open book,
And the last word is being written.
Twenty three chapters...
Eight thousand, four-hundred and forty-nine pages...
so to stop tomorrow,
As I pass through the broken freeway lights,
Let me tell you one more lie,
The only thing I'm good at:
I'll be okay.
TrystIt's okay that we're lyingTryst in Free Verse More Like This
If I could just survive
One more night of broken seas
This vacant affair is everything
At least in these moments
When I try to disappear
Wrapped around you
Don't let me lost this time
Because I won't be found
Don't take me away
Please, don't save me
Tonight is all that matters
As long as we try
Tonight is all on fire
So let's fly
One last time
Tonight is all that matters
As long as we try
Tonight is all on fire
So let's fly
One last time
Fleeting Glimpses Of HeavenI will never hate youFleeting Glimpses Of Heaven in Free Verse More Like This
Even with what we've been through
When I say your name
With a frown
And a hint of shame
There's still something there
That makes me not mean
All those bad words
I will never hate you
Even with the words we exchanged
And all the things we did
To hurt each other
I can't bring myself
To want to forget you
If I called you up tonight
Would you answer the phone
Or just let it ring away?
If I tried to see you one last time
Would you say "let's meet"
Or just walk on by?
We're broken now
So broken now
But these feelings don't change
And if I could look in your eyes
One more time
I swear to you
Swear to you
I'd never look away
How It EndsWhen it's overHow It Ends in Free Verse More Like This
I'm left in the rain holding the coat
Wondering why these things end
I'll tell everyone I'm not crying
It's the water from the storm
The storm in my chest
It's over and I ask why
When we had the chances
All those times to set it right
I wish that I could tell you I'm sorry
And that you would listen on last time
Please don't break my heart over this
July 19th, 2009 The clouds are grey and blanket the sky, hiding any symptoms of the dying day; no oranges, reds, dark blues, or even hints of green. A summer eve at its finest as the blanket does its job and keeps us all warm.July 19th, 2009 in Articles & Interviews More Like This
In the darkness, in the room, I feel the heat seep into me. It permeates me, every inch of me, and in my night clothes I sweat like a sinner at the lake. The ferret sneezes and sleeps at the bottom of his cage, and thermometer on the clock tells me that it is still eighty-four degrees, despite the swamp coolers best efforts to keep me cool.
I hate the heat.
I despise it.
But, alas, I also hate the cold, and so I am torn in this wretched little dessert state of Utah, and I wonder how much longer I will continue to pay penance here before I leave to a place more temperate.
Tonight: The Sad StoryIf I told you I love youTonight: The Sad Story in Free Verse More Like This
Would I overstep those bounds
That we've set without trying?
Would you take my hand
Look me in the eye
And say the same to me?
Three little words that carry so much
That mean everything
And I mean them for you...
Let me stay with you
Caress your cheek
Hold your hand
Taste your lips
I'm so tired of being alone
And now that I'm with you
I hope to never be alone again
hipbone connected to thedear-hipbone connected to the in Scraps More Like This
i'm writing you a letter
on the back of my hand
shake and shiver because sometimes
the winter is colder than i hope
you think about me every now and again
i'm falling through the pages of a book i've never read
between the lines of the shapes the streets make
me believe that you aren't as confused as i am
forgetting about poison in my veins and my heart
beats a broken rhythm
drum into submission and i watch as it dies
the black ink bleeding through my body
of water is never as deep as it seems
you've forgotten me and the way i love you
feel so cheap on my skin
i hope you remember and tell me
road rash and autopsyi'm not a strong person.road rash and autopsy in Other More Like This
i am scared.
i am scared all the time.
i am so scared, sometimes i can't stop breathing,
or can't start,
and i am so unclear as to which it is,
but i just know i can't.
i am going to open the car door
as my father's foot tilts back the accelerator
to add a little more pollution to the
atmosphere as we're going sixty.
seventy, if i am lucky.
i'll remember pulling up the child lock,
hearing it click and i realise i'm not
a child anymore. my heart will
wheeze at its realisation of maturity.
i will open it, and the wind will
jerk it open so violently that i will cry.
there is too much violence and the
metal and its shrapnel remind me
of death and some people are just too
beautiful to think about death, and
somehow, my thoughts will always fall
back to you at this time.
the door will be torn from its
hinges, and i will cry because i feel
i am so scared that i will unbuckle my seatbelt
to follow the door that scrapes along the
asphault. i am so scared that
turn your back to the skyhello,turn your back to the sky in Scraps More Like This
i cannot talk to you about birthdays,
but i have thought of it and i
do not think i can listen to your
heartbeat because i cannot
rest my heavy head to
i am so sorry i make you cry.
it does not matter if it is not because
you are sad, or if you feel you could
just look down and say,
here is my heart in my hands-
i cannot stop feeling as though i've
ruined you, you beautiful soul.
for you, i would make it rain
until the daisies were undulating
in a thick green ocean.
tell me to stop rummaging through
scraps of paper and the layers of
skin from the back of my hand;
you are of-the-moment and a heartbeat
pressed to my ear. you do not deserve me,
you say. and i know all-too-well that you
are right, because you deserve much more.
eat me, drink mewell tell me, love-eat me, drink me in Free Verse More Like This
am i breathing now?
hard enough to shake
windowpanes and turn
moths' whispers into screams.
i think i'm breathing, love,
i think i'm gasping for blue air
and drinking on an empty stomach.
i think my bones can't stop shrinking
and my walk is more of a stagger.
i think i'm breathing, love-
so hard i've become vapor
and the most i can pretend to be
is a stranger on the sidewalk.
christopher lloyd syndromeif you'd like, we can be the secondchristopher lloyd syndrome in Scraps More Like This
hand tick-tick-ticking its way off
the clock, tiny slips of paper falling
free, and air held tautly between
lungs. we can be stolen hearts and
homeless butterflies, breaking free
and burning cocoons. i could be you and
you could be me, and we could see this
water from the opposite eye. if you'd like,
i can be me and you can be you,
and we can forget i've ever said
traffic hourit is one of those heartbreaking mondays.traffic hour in Scraps More Like This
the sky is dressed to the hilt in clouds that just will not stay in the sky- they filter into the very air, catching her breath and tripping up the wings of birds passing by.
the pavement is hot enough to burn away fingerprints, an accomplice to any crime. cars roar like lions in an urban jungle, bearing teeth and using engine sounds to prove who is the alpha-male.
drunk teenagers ride on bikes down the busy road in traffic hour, talking loudly and shouting out like foxes, a wail misheard as triumph, triumph fading into sobs.
a young boy, maybe age six, wears freckles on his nose and the colour of dirt in his hair. he has become his mother's newest bracelet, hanging on her arm and acting like a broken record, "mum, can i please get a cockatoo? mum, can i please get a cockatoo? mum, please? mum?"
none of this holds her interest.
she sits on the curb with her legs dangling just a few inches away from heavy traffic-
as dangerous as it is, bonny of
to a strangerlike a br ok en bit of cacaoto a stranger in Scraps More Like This
the drain to brown,
f a d e d
rust and stained coffee mugs,
i count to three and open my eyes to see your
dis con nec ted fee lings
and br ok en thou ghts -
you are not the heartbeat i want
my hand to hold,
you are just a stranger.
in the arms of the cityhello, can you still hear me? i'm fading like a radio station when you're in a car, speeding out of town like there's nothing for you here.in the arms of the city in Scraps More Like This
i was visited by a bird. a duck. he flew to my window, sitting on the shingles of the porch and quacking. i pretended he was talking to me, he was listening, and maybe he would tell me your stories.
hello, can you still feel me? my spinal column is a tower of foam disks squeezed like a mouse in the throat of a python.
take my hand, take my fucking hand. you can have the best of me, you can split me open and scavenge fragments of my self to fit into your puzzle-pieced skin. what wouldn't i give to burst feathers from my back and marrow from between my bones?
it was a bad day. the sun exploded; the earth roiled and tore entire cities asunder; the bus in front of my car crashed violently and everyone died; i ran out of green tea.
i meant to tell youplease (tell me another story, tell me every dream you've ever had so that in case you) forget (i could remember it for you. i'm stumbling over my words again, asking, do you love) me, (do you dream of me? i love and dream of you every night, i am a mess of limbs and i remember to lie to you and tell you that i) do not (remember my subconscience's wishes on stars that do not exist, i will not tell you that i dreamt that we could) talk (underwater, and you would never come) to me (again because you would not leave me, n)ever again.i meant to tell you in Scraps More Like This
there are no anteaterstell me about your headache,there are no anteaters in Scraps More Like This
tell me about a trip to germany,
tell me about your fascination with staples and puddles.
tell me your name,
and favourite song,
tell me you mean it when you say-
a heart-shaped face is set between snowbanks.
it is not yours, it is not mine, it is not attached
to anybody or any body.
i do not like the winter,
i do not like the cold,
i do not like when i forget to brush my hair.
you frown at wastepaper and
the way i brush my teeth in hour-long intervals.
you tell me to stop it or i will brush away
the tooth itself, but i asked the dentist and all
it is, is excessive.
i do not like the bins you set out at the curb
at night, and drag in at morning,
and how they often serve as rain barrels
for the birds and coyotes and anteaters,
i dream there are anteaters.
you tell me that dreams are seconds long,
and i remembered your insomnia.
i woke up with a funny taste in my mouth,
metal and blood and nasal drainage,
dreamsleeps and truth-
woke up underwater
painkiller poetry 05.My throat is dry, so please don't cry.painkiller poetry 05. in Free Verse More Like This
I'm too distracted with feeling half-dead,
so let me stay up tonight.
My life is turning shades of gray,
I'm running out of things to say.
hideaway beautyhideaway beauty,hideaway beauty in Free Verse More Like This
run with me to
and summer sunsets
like purple velvet set on fire.
fly with me to
such great heights
and don't look down
on patchwork landscapes of your world.
don't break my heart
like red stained glass
of church's windows
downtown inside the red light district.
you are encased in shadow.
i know that i would love the way
your eyes sparkle in the light
if i could ever see it.
but i still feel alonei've done a lot of things i'm not proud of but i still keep my head upbut i still feel alone in Free Verse More Like This
there is no room for words, for second-guesses
because i don't believe in afterthoughts.
all the letters in the
couldn't explain to me why our kisses were sloppy
and why you couldn't control yourself
you were a crack in the road that interfered with my steering and you should be ashamed.
and there are too many
why i don't love you
to be explained in chicken scratch on a page
but i thought i should do you the courtesy of telling you
i'm not impressed.
I've lost a lot of who I amIt has been said that every person you meet takes a part of you with them when they go.I've lost a lot of who I am in General Fiction More Like This
When I was young, I dreamed of hot chocolate and warm fires that fight against the frozen outside. Now I treasure every chill I get down my spine. I clutch at my coat collar.
I sip my coffee (I've grown out of hot chocolate). There is something wrong with the man sitting on the park bench: he pinches his nose and bites his lip, then mutters "the dry cleaning, the dry cleaning". He has a beanie with far too many wholes in it to be useful, and the veins in his forehead are abnormally visible. I stick my free hand in my pocket and continue walking. I still haven't gotten rid of my adolescent fear of homeless people. They've been ingrained in my mind as strung-out, trashed human beings that will either make you feel very awkward for not being able to understand them, or rape you on sight.
It's stupid, I know. I need to grow out of it. I need to grow out of a lot of things. I have an
what hurts the most.the sound plagues my ears as i sit in the dark:what hurts the most. in Free Verse More Like This
the haunting melody of a half-forgotten cellist,
her eyes dark as she plays a tune that rips me open.
she sways with the instrument
rocking amongst the ghostly mist
that stings my eyes
and she is alone.
but i know that she prefers it that way.
some times when i take my mind
off its leash by accident,
i think of a time that ghost of a girl
made me laugh.
i always smile when those times come to mind,
and for a moment i almost forget,
but then the days
this is a testwhat would you saythis is a test in Free Verse More Like This
if i told you
i wanted you to brush the hair from my face
what would you say
if i told you
you were beautiful in so many ways
what would you say
if i told you
when i think of you, i smile
what would you say
if i told you
i've spent afternoons on your eyelashes
and entire days on your eyes
what would you say
if i took your hand
and held it tight
like in romance novels.i would like to say that it's not my fault i fall in love in five minutes, i would like to tell you i am logical and intelligent and everything the stereotypical whimsical teenage girl is not. because i am supposed to be the person that isn't like everybody else, that doesn't fall into a stereotype, that doesn't fit into any pre-made shape or size or measurement. i am supposed to be the girl that has will power and judgment and thinks ahead. i'm supposed to be on a different shelf, a higher shelf, a place with only me. but i keep finding all these other people on the shelf; it's getting bigger or something. or maybe i just fell down and i didn't notice.like in romance novels. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i find myself looking at people and wishing that for once there would be some magical moment and they would say to me, "i think you're beautiful."
to-not-do-list1. i will not fall in love in summer ever again.to-not-do-list in Free Verse More Like This
2. i will not flirt with some one i don't actually like just because i am lonely.
3. i will not wallow in self-pity.
4. i will not scare my friends away.
5. i will not be afraid to trust the world.
6. i will not let important things slide.
7. i will not do things for attention.
8. i will not lose myself.
9. i will not make rules i can't follow.
the end of forever.i don't know what to tell you.the end of forever. in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i could tell you that i'm sorry, but that wouldn't change that i didn't do anything wrong.
i could tell you that i miss you, but that would just give you another opportunity to break my heart.
i could tell you that you're being stupid and immature and selfish and hypocritical, but my opinion doesn't seem to matter anymore.
because we both know that no matter what i do, no matter what i say, i'm still going to end up being the one crying myself to sleep at night while you're dreaming happily of chains being cut and being set free.
i am sorry for something.
i'm sorry i was such a burden to you, i'm sorry you had to force yourself for me. i'm sorry i smothered you. i'm sorry i couldn't accept you for you. i'm sorry i was constantly using the things i did for you against you and i'm sorry i kept showing you my thoughtless side instead of the one you really liked about me. just because you can accept my flaws doesn't mean that it's okay for me to have them.
idolizetaking pictures of yourself in your underwear does not mean you are proud of your body.idolize in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you have desensitized me to the word "collarbone", because you use it so fucking much. i look at what you create and i see half-assed scraps of art that used to mean something. you are so afraid of having it stolen that you hide anything precious underneath your bed until you have the rights to it.
well i have news for you: we are all afraid.
but does that stop us?
there is risk in everything. and if you're too stupid to understand that, then why do so many people strive to be like you?
i would risk everything i have given this world to touch, and i mean really touch, some one's heart and soul and mind. to make them understand something they didn't understand before. is that not the reason all of us are here?
everything does </i>not</i> look perfect from far away, and this is not a cry for help.
Smile Pretty GirlSmile pretty girlSmile Pretty Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Say youll be fine
I know nothing makes sense
But youre searching for something not easy to find
Youve been betrayed
Youve been left behind
All I can say is
Life isnt kind
He hurt you again
And hes driving you insane
Youre sick of all this past
Filled with sadness and pain
I miss you more
I want to see you
I love you so much
And I dont know what to do
I want to comfort you
Make you feel great
So smile pretty girl
I promise Ill wait.
SocietySomebody tell me whats wrong hereSociety in Free Verse More Like This
I feel like I dont belong here
Nothing going right and Im a mess
My lifes messed up and Im sure you can guess
Thats all there is
You say you dont love me and I dont know why?
When you say that I want to cry
But I cant and it doesnt change
I just smile and say fine its ok.
But its not
I dont love you
Yes you know it
You dont love me
And you dont want to show it
Thats the way its been
Thats the way its gonna be
But were just people
In this society.
I play my guitar and write my way
You just sit and listen all day
I say goodbye and never know
Why I miss you and dont want you to go
Thats all there is
She and HeShe is the type of girl who never lets it be, she always wants to know, she never leaves anyone alone and annoys them till the cant take it.She and He in Free Verse More Like This
He is the type of boy who, from the first time her saw her, was scared. He starred as she talked with her friend and saw them play, and he wanted to too, but he was scared.
She always chose certain people to be with, she always was specific about what she wanted and never let anyone tell her otherwise.
He gave in when told to. He didnt make up his mind, and he wished that he could be like her just for a day to see what its like to have friends.
She never paid attention to him. No matter what he did, she was never interested in anything other than what she was entertained with at the moment.
He sat next to her in class. Followed her and her friends trying to join. But he didnt have enough courage to yell out what he wanted.
She hung out with more people now. They walked around in groups laughing and talking about anything th
CarnivalThe song the carnival playsCarnival in Free Verse More Like This
Rings through my ears
And I watch as a young boy
Walks up to get a balloon
But there is none left
He stands looking like he is the only one being left behind
And he looks to see his mom
Walking away, and he realizes, he is.
The picture of jokers and clowns
Is disturbing to think of
And this is one of the two images the boy has
The other, his mother,
On the couch,
Saying., bring me the phone, Ill take you to the carnival again, Ill get better
Dont look at me like that.
Youre dead eyes stare,
Giving the impression I dont exist.
You never used to look at me.
Why look at me now youre dead?
Duct tape. Eyes covered.
Everyones eyes are covered.
Mommy isnt looking at me anymore.
Fairytale StoriesTalking with friendsFairytale Stories in Free Verse More Like This
that's how the story ends
while I'm going home
the princess in white
strong willed as can be
not giving up
well, I never believed
that fairytale stories
could be true
but when I look around now
I guess I see quite a few
people holding hands
and talking on the phone
saying " I love you"
ans their never alone
but it can't be
fairytale stories don't exist for me
I remember reading
Snow white and Cinderella
both of the lived
and they got their fella
sleeping beauty got her kiss
Cinderella got her wish
Pocahontas chose her river
and Belle was a giver
Ariel was lost
but now is found
she only wanted to feel the ground
I know there's no such thing
as fairytales coming true
I wished they do
imaginations run wild
with the thought of love
just like Jasmin
releasing the doves
thoughts and wishes
of princesses to be
but the best of us all
is not one, but we
Can You See?Can you see the scars that the blood runs across so smoothly,Can You See? in Free Verse More Like This
running over the edges leading a river down the arm?
can you see the tears that run through my eyes,
racing down my cheeks with the trace of silver?
can you see the thoughts the run through my head,
making confusion and annoyance combine in one?
can you see the music that my hands play,
seeking the beauty of the noise in life?
can you see the art the my hand leaves behind,
just by the simple stroke of a brush?
can you see the heart that needs help mending,
because it's been broken to many times?
can you see the life that is walking,
down the road and to another destination?
can you see that love,
is the same thing a hate?
can you tell me what to do,
when the last thing in life is nothing?
Secret Place 3Does anyone know where to go,Secret Place 3 in Free Verse More Like This
To get away from it all?
To see the life you want to have?
To have a reason not to fall?
I see the place I want to be
I believe that it can be me
Somewhere there, past that tree,
That is where I'm meant to be.
On my own, only select few aloud,
Not a thing to bother me,
Not big city crowds.
My own secret place,
Is where I'll be,
In that place,
I can finally be me.
If You Could, Would You?If you could do anything,If You Could, Would You? in Free Verse More Like This
Would you do it just for me?
Would you make me smile?
Would you make me feel free?
If I was in danger,
Would you come
And rescue me?
Or would you leave me be?
If I said 'I love you'
Would you say it in return?
Or would you break me heart?
And leave me here to burn?
If you knew what to do,
Would you do it right there and then?
Would you help me understand?
Would you help lead the battle so we'd win?
If you could do anything,
Would you do it just for me?
Would you do anything?
Or is this just a dream?
Little GirlLittle girl hanging from the white oak treeLittle Girl in Free Verse More Like This
after wishing to be free
she left her home to spend some time
her mom's upset cause she committed a crime
leave her be leave her alone
she does not want to go home
can't you see that she was crying
she never meant to be the one lying
you only hit her and hurt her more
so she went and walked out the door
she only needed someone to be
so she could say 'this is me'
but you left her and made her cry
so she made up her mind to die
she seeked the noise, a life of thrills
it's all your fault, silence kills
So LostSo lost within the darknessSo Lost in Free Verse More Like This
So blind that I can't see
Something has gone missing
And I feel the space between
The light up ahead is fading
The path is no longer there
And I begin shaking
And feel the break within the tear
It comes to pass
Like the brush and faded trees
The wind always whispering
And then again it leaves
There's no one left to save me
From the darkness I have found
I stumble towards the light
The light so renowned
And as the leaves fall
I have yet to receive
The life of loves longing
And there is there to be
You shut the last, I won.I write until the words fracture and splinter into meaningless shapesYou shut the last, I won. in Free Verse More Like This
And the graphite and clay trails down the page to form a downward arrow
Signifying an escape, an exit, an entrance into something I really don't want.
I write until the letters cease to be letters to anyone but me
Marks varying in their length and visibility, stark against the white
As erratic strokes showcase my emotional state
She reaches over and presses against the end of my pencil
Until I relent and let it slip from my grip, a silent clatter
And I stare at the page with its messy scribble, spent.
Then I smile at her, because she snapped me out of it,
But it took me a while to come back, to raise the film
To find that common thread of whatever it is
So I turn the pages until I come to one that hasn't been indented
Pick up the pencil and whisper, "It's okay, I won't break down."
Then I draw to still my shaking hand, steady pressure only.
Watch as she takes shape, unruly hair and a shar
Fall-out.He paced himself slowly, staring at the ground in rapt concentration to make sure he measured each footstep exactly. Exactly three-and-a-half each time. Pavement, then gravel, grass, then pavement. Keep your eyes on that point right there, straight down and forward. Don't look away from that place, no matter what you do. He started fixedly, mentally counting out inches and centimeters and yards and miles and-Fall-out. in Scraps More Like This
He didn't care how far he went; he just had to get out. Out, away, gone.
Gone, gone, gone.
He pretended not to see the red when his eyes strayed away from the spot he had fixed in his mind. That red wasn't there. It was tree sap, rust, a pretty-coloured rock.
It wasn't blood.
It was never blood.
And it certainly wasn't his. That lady from the corner? She really shouldn't have cared, or else this wouldn't have happened.
Well, no. It wouldn't have happened
Hospitals and FuneralsThey tell me in the morning you'll be gone.Hospitals and Funerals in Scraps More Like This
The monitor's beeping and all the wires and tubes
Connect you to life by a single thread.
I stand near the bed, staring down at your ravaged face.
You weren't supposed to leave. You weren't.
Why is it you? . . .
Tonight, you'll slowly drifting
Getting farther and farther away.
I don't want you to leave me.
They tell me you can't speak, can't see
You can barely hear.
I don't want to let you go,
But I know I have to.
I want to hold you one last time,
whisper that you are loved.
But I'm not allowed to touch,
for you are made up
Of broken glass.
The hospital smells of
Medication and resignation.
Don't leave me.
Fries.He stood there, squinting into the mist. Several feet away, his car was still running, headlights on and driver door ajar. Under the sound of the purring engine, the wind whispered incessantly.Fries. in General Fiction More Like This
He was almost certain there was a girl standing on the bridge support, staring at the water. He inched closer as the strands of mist blew away, revealing her completely.
Her eyes turned towards his own, then she went back to regarding the water. He noticed with a jolt that she was a prostitute, with tattered fishnet stockings and a brown coat several sizes too large. She looked to be only sixteen or so.
"Are you..." He cleared his throat. "Do you need anything?"
I don't need this
I don't need anything
I'm not sad and
I'm not broken
So leave me alone.
He was silenced by the onslaught of hostility suddenly emanating from her form. He took a step closer in spite of himself.
"Hey... You hungry?"
Fade outI stared at him, the viscous feeling of betrayal running through my veins.Fade out in Settings More Like This
He stood there, scarf flapping in the wind. He nestled his head into it, silent.
"How could you..."
I stood there, shivering inside my bulky coat. He just exhaled, breath vaporizing on the air. I stuffed my hands into my pockets, trying not to think. I wish there was a button to turn off my feelings.
My mouth opened, trying to form words.
"I didn't think ... You were my friend, Trey..."
Trey watched me, an unreadable look on his face.
"Friends don't do this. They don't... They don't just forsake people. They don't just walk away from this with no... with no explanation! How could you do this to me?"
My voice was rising but I couldn't control it. I didn't want to control it.
He turned his face away and crunched past me. I reached out unthinkingl
Memory"I hurt too." He was staring at her, the pain in his face reflecting hers. "I hurt too, Lily."Memory in Settings More Like This
She sniffed and turned away, trembling.
"I thought... that you were different from them, Robin."
He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, knowing she would slap him away if he did. He grappled with himself for a moment, then decided against it.
"You hurt me. You betrayed me."
"Yes, Robin. I thought you were my friend..."
"I still am, Lil," he pleaded, trying to make her understand. She wouldn't hear of it.
She turned her back on him, walked out, and the words he was going to say drifted on the air as the door shut. She turned back belatedly.
"Amo te, Lily. Amabo semper."
She stared at the door, mouth open slightly as a tear slid slowly down her face.
The funeral was being held outside, and she stood there, memories fresh in her mind. She remembered suddenly what he was going to say, whispering on the dead air as she cried.
I love you, Lily. I w
Smile.His phone beeped, signaling that he had received a text message. He flipped his phone open, knowing without looking who it was. His eyes softened at the word written there, as the speakers announced his group to begin loading onto the plane. He stepped into the line, staring out through the window to the burning, blue sky. He answered absently when the attendant took his boarding pass, then he was walking down the tunnel into the bowels of the metal tube that would take him far away.Smile. in Scraps More Like This
Just one word, he mused. One word that changes everything.
Pain"What! He's breaking up with you?" He stood up, almost unbalancing the table. She stared down into her lap, tense.Pain in Scraps More Like This
"You're making a scene..." She whispered.
He still stared down at her, going red. "I'll murder him. Why the frick would he dump you? You're... you're amazing! Any guy that has you is the luckiest man in the world, and he's just throwing you away!..."
A tear fell on her hand, then another. Then she was crying silently, curling in on herself.
His fists clenched, then he snarled, hitting the wall so violently it left a dent. She flinched, avoiding his eyes. He paced around the table and took her hands, watching her face turn aside in shame.
"Lori. Look at me."
She whimpered something, sucking in a breath.
"I'm sorry, okay? It's just, he did this to you." His face went hard, and she shut her eyes.
Then he was gone. She brought a fist up to her eyes and blew out a breat
Looking backBubble-wrapped livesLooking back in Free Verse More Like This
She sits there, head against the wall
Clutching her legs to her chest
She watches everything pass her by.
She had torn it all away
Traded security for the truth
But does she regret it now?
They trace carved paths
Pointless routines and circuits
She observes them all
Remembering when she was
Once like that
And she wishes suddenly
that she could go back... back...
back to where she was happy.
But she can't.
Got a life?I got you a lifeGot a life? in Settings More Like This
Here, want it?
Ah, sorry for the delay
It's quite dirty, for that I apologize
I tried to get most of the dirt
and blood off but
It's really quite stubborn, you know
Bodies don't want to relinquish their souls
If they've been together for some time....
Magnetic attraction, if you will.
Am I rambling? Sorry...
You're sure about this? Are you?
Such a waste, too...
She was such a pretty girl...
Makeshift SymphonyHe tied piano strings to his heart,Makeshift Symphony in Free Verse More Like This
so that every time it beat
it didn't sound so empty inside.
But the music in his heart
couldnt permeate the hollow air
as the metronome kept time for the clock.
One, two. One, two.
Reedy notes plummeted from his lips as
he made me pluck out Tchaikovsky and Bach
when all I wanted to play was twinkletwinklelittlestar.
"I'm just a little girl."
My fingers tripped and stumbled
and I know that I could never play
as well as he needed me to;
I could never keep his notes
from slipping off the page.
White and black sideswiped my fingers,
as I struck one chord too many.
"I've always wanted to make you proud, papa.
But the past is flightless swans and sometimes
we only get a glimpse of what was there."
He shouldve left the past where it belongs,
because everything was far too black-and-white
in his eyes, and I was never good enough
to replace everything that was missing
in his hollow heart.
The Price of Returning HomeFear coated her eyes with a glassy sheen, covering the glimmers of hope with a gossamer lining. She shrunk into herself, struggling to draw on the anger she had captured moments ago with fragile hands. Her heart clanked about like thunder inside her; she wrung her hands gently, hands that felt weighted by an invisible layer of ice.The Price of Returning Home in Fantasy More Like This
"The price is 25 gold coins. Or..." he paused and smiled wickedly as he said the words, a drop of anticipation wound its way into his tone as he looked over Túrien and Eärwen.
"No. 25 gold coins it is," Lord Túrien said abruptly, his fierce gaze never wavering from the man. He reached into a tiny, leather bag wrapped about his belt and tossed it to the man, "25 gold coins."
With eager eyes the man opened the pouch and began counting, purposefully, slowly, "One, two, three..."
She glanced at Master Túrien, who had locked eyes with the group of men in front of them. His face gone dull but strong; she loved him more than anything at that mom
Icebound DevotionFlame frozen forever encasedIcebound Devotion in Free Verse More Like This
Ice crystals melt within it's heat
But manages to stay its shape.
Frosted wasteland devoid of life.
See how easy it is to weave a web
Of illusion with lies?
I've painted a picture you see as truth.
Not one part did you question
And you say I can't fool you.
I am the greatest deceiver
Against me you stand no chance.
I've been feeding you lines from first glance.
Let's play hide-and-seek with land mines
sprinkled across your ramshackle front porch.
Oblivion goes on for miles; you're
still willing to submerge into my deceit.
I'll cover you like a wanning blizzard
appendages only half frozen,
mouth still trembling with unthawed words.
Once, I told you that my love isnt real;
I consist of summery glaciers
that never erode quite enough.
I stand solid, block of ice
Your so called warming smile
Can't even fracture my cube of petrification.
Snow flakes fall in desperation
From the chunk of sleet I reside in.
Even time cannot thaw my prison.
Your pitiful attemp
Pinky Promising Orion's Belt"They are butterflies with their wingspans sawed in half and I want to join them in holy matrimony. Or not so holy matrimony, since I've always tired from plexiglass lectures given by those past-their-prime ministers. I expect those butterflies to lead me to the edge of the world, granted I have a map, but half-wingspan-butterflies get you there quicker. At least that's what he told me."Pinky Promising Orion's Belt in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"What are you talking about Sarah?" she propped herself on grass kissed elbows and glared at my forehead, "I think you ramble too much."
"It'd be a good place to visit, Charlotte."
"You're right I'm sorry."
She paused to spread her threadbare arms along the ground.
"Are you inviting me there?"
"I wouldn't go without you," I said, twirling a smile against my lips and letting my hair become dampened by the tiny dew-star droplets.
"I love you."
"Of course you do."
She says this with a straight face and I try to restrain my laughter, "You're supposed to say it back."
She smirks, with love tappi
EchoesShe echoes inside.Echoes in Free Verse More Like This
Her loneliness leaving her barren and cold,
Her fingertips so bloodied and broken.
She had tried to climb out,
But to no avail.
Her love lay on the earth beside her,
As her tears,
Her eyes are chiseled out stars,
trails of gold carve into green;
wobbly curses splatter the walls
She tries to get out,
She tries to get out.
"Don't leave me," he says
Trickling water resounds around them,
Its pattering going slower, and slower,
Pounding deep within her.
Her eyes, like chocolate melt with tears,
And as they flow she is immersed in nothingness.
Darkness is her friend,
And her solace.
The very thing that plunged her here,
Wont break her free,
She prays for unconsciousness,
Mired fingers extend to the flash
of white and dark that is
his sinking hope.
Every heartbeat is like a thunderclap,
and he becomes afraid
of what glides on
above the walls of earth.
A city of bones crack and rattle
Before I Even Met YouHe built me a house out of willow bones. I didn't know how to thank him, so instead of smiling I said "We speak with different hopes," I pretended like his laugh could make me smile, make me forget the ridges in his palms were like severed river beds.Before I Even Met You in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course we do."
"You're never serious."
"Only about you."
"You joke too much"
His embrace was erratically cold. Irony didn't begin to describe it. I guess you loose warmth with age. Or maybe it's with lies. I may never know.
Winter curled up inside his eyes as we stood with our toes pressing against the first steps of the run-down church.
"We don't have to go inside."
"I could describe it to you."
"Grand tour, remember?"
A hollow wind began grappling at his lips while we climbed the short flight of stairs. He spoke but I couldn't make out the words, I was feeling dreadful for even thinking of returning here, again.
"Stop feeling bad. I like coming back here."
Gondwana and LaurasiaI am Pangaea;Gondwana and Laurasia in Free Verse More Like This
you are gravity and tectonics
(but not entirely the push and pull
of the force that assembled me).
You pulled me apart for all
the world to see and
all the scientists to marvel at.
I no longer resemble the beginning.
All you have to remember
me by is a hypothetical map
of a conjectural being.
You have pulled my limbs apart,
stretched me far across the ocean
so that I'll never be
quite the same.
I was an island.
I was Pangaea.
I am whole
and I am pieces that don't
quite match but still fit,
like sawed off arms of
You are whole.
I was the compass directing you
to my last-chance moment or
centre of landmass that I used to be.
You wished upon me the onslaught
of the Triassic period,
so I would be pliable.
I was a rubber band, bending
and expanding in the gritty palms
of your hands.
I crack into islands of thoughts
that really wouldnt exist,
without the jolt of life
you thrust into me.
Are you proud of what you've created?
Affliction of GravityWe were spinning in a violent orbit,Affliction of Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
fragments against a time continuum,
with the shock signals of past events
coursing through our brain waves
and hovering away into unwanted space.
Your spiral fingers clutched twenty-two street lights,
coalescing them into supernovae
to gather their unseen veils of jade.
Our feet, skittering across the worn concrete,
were blazing a new trail of the universe.
The pale glass panels of the skyscrapers
showered down small meteorites,
illumination for our blind and careless eyes.
We'd point to buildings that grazed each star
off sideways perches made from skeleton clouds;
then I'd trill my laugh off sidewalk chalk.
I wanted our love to be like a hurricane on Neptune,
fiercer than Earths fizzing clouds
but dim enough so Galileo only pauses for us.
You wanted our love to be a shooting constellation,
furious and wild at the surface, brightly ablaze
until the gases stopped billowing, the spark diminishing.
There would be no trace of us left on the map.
AnesidoraWisps of inhumanity carve out spiteful words into my earthen insides; carefully clawing to the top of my neck. My seal is mangled and unkempt but it withholds the travesties that lie within and, for that, I am grateful. Her inquisitive eyes pry at my seams then pluck at them like petals; for now she is content to guess. To wonder, to crave of what lies inside--an ill-fated gift placed into cruel and longing palms.Anesidora in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I struggle to cry out to her, as trembling and naïve hands manage to place fragile fingertips upon my surface, No, Pandora! Don't!
Translating the DifferenceSing to me songs in languages I do not understand.Translating the Difference in Free Verse More Like This
Let me pretend I speak them fluently, their letters stumbling leaves
and I will catch them,
whispering new life into each foreign syllable.
When I repeat after you, they will still hold sway
with each rise and fall.
It will be sunset and sunrise, a collaboration of undertones
pulled together by circuits of moonlight.
Perhaps my translation will speak more to you
from the backs of seabirds, spilling across their beaks.
I will not become a spider,
legs aching from spinning, spinning, and spinning
every phrase you divulge to me.
Each sound will be stretched across a nebula,
my werewolf words becoming our mantra.
When this is over, we will understand each other.
IngenueI am not the fair maiden with the tresses of sunlight,Ingenue in Scraps More Like This
waiting in some remote tower for her Prince Charming,
I am not the evil temptress with poisoned-cherry lips,
luring you in with seductive words masking a wicked heart.
I am merely the choirgirl who left the church for a chance at soloing
but got lost in a world abounding with corruption,
just another girl whose virtue is too late to save,
her naivete no longer untainted,
shes sadder and wiser, but nonetheless still a fool.
life in technicolor.this is why i am your best friend:life in technicolor. in Short Stories More Like This
i'll chew gum and blow bubbles in your face. i'll play songs from wicked when you're around and turn the volume up to the maximum, just to watch you cringe and plead for me to turn it off because you hate loud noises and what's more, you hate musicals. i'll speak in chinese nonstop while you're trying to do your spanish homework. i'll do all these because they're your least favorite things, and i know it.
this is why we argue:
if life requires a paint palette, you are an eight-color crayon box. you are incapable of bleeding vermillion and drowning in midnight skies instead of seeing in terms of red and blue. you refuse to hear of pink, chartreuse, turquoise, and all those other in-between colors that aren't considered "traditional". i swear, one day i'll take you to disney world so you can listen to "it's a small world" while experiencing the teacup ride that made me puke when i was six years old. i'll read roald dahl out loud. i'll show you what shri
heart transplant.it's like how we used to stand close to each other in gym class so that our heart rate monitors would go haywire since the watches would receive both of our heartbeats and read some 200 beats per minute--much too high to be real, much too high to be alive. when we moved apart, the readings dropped to zero as if we were dead. gone. nothing. it's like you gave me your heart, i gave you mine, and they don't fit into the spaces in our chests quite right, so that's why they don't work properly anymore.heart transplant. in General Fiction More Like This
they say that time heals.
it's like slowly but surely, my body is learning to accept your heart as my own, and there will come a time when the tissues will mend themselves so seamlessly that not only will they look untorn, their pulse will run like clockwork--unyieldingly perfect and incapable of falling in time with a sympathetic heartbeat. for the needs of my arteries, your heart will no longer be yours when we are through. it will be adapted. altered to fit. unrecognizable.
it's like the s
the truth."don't sit there like that. there's no need to be so frustrated."the truth. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"i can't penetrate the shelter of make-believe in which you cocoon yourself."
"why do you feel like you're barred from the truth? to you, it's as if it's behind a glass wall of see-through lies--there for you to see, but unattainable as long as you don't shatter the vitreous barrier, for fear of tainting what you wish for most."
"but that's how it is."
"it's not, really. all you have to do is to stop thinking that you need me."
"i don't need anything, girl. it's just that i'm afraid."
"psh. of what? nothing frightens you--not blood and guts, not images of old men in wheelchairs being defenestrated, not the sight of crawling teenage girls who end up being carried away in gurneys, not even the thought of your own death. you said you hated the anticipation of pain and suffering more than the agony itself."
"i'm afraid of the dark. i'm afraid of the unknown. i'm afraid that when i reach out, my fingers will grasp only open a
baby bruisessometimes, i think i hate you.baby bruises in Free Verse More Like This
usually, i know better.
sometimes, i almost cry myself to sleep.
usually, i'm afraid that if i start, i won't be able to stop.
sometimes, i want to kill you.
sometimes, i want to kill myself.
usually, the two thoughts are compounded.
sometimes, i'd like to come wringing my hands at your ankles
pathetically beseeching you for forgiveness.
usually, i love my pride too much, and besides,
i cannot name exactly what i need forgiveness for.
sometimes, the fraying thread looks as though it is about to tear.
usually, i just wish we were on speaking terms again.
tactilehe looks like a clay pot left on the shelf to dry, smooth and birch-coloredtactile in Free Verse More Like This
with a mundanely practical future in store. he's not soft enough to reshape,
but he is just a boy. i fear i will mar him if i touch his still-damp surface.
he sounds like the zing of badminton raquets against birdies,
feathers carried by the whistle in the wind,
arguments bodyslammed against opposite sides of a brick wall.
neither of us know how to climb. i'm fairly sure he doesn't have a ladder.
he smells like lemons, almonds and honey dripping in the humidity of the monsoon rain,
even though he would beg to differ. i will never forget that about him.
he tastes like sweat layered over chrysanthemums mixed with tiger balm
and absolutely no promises because those would only be broken
and we have already sustained more than enough damage.
at least that's how i imagine the way he tastes. i wouldn't know.
he feels like the walks we used to take under the ever-changing seasons,
the moments spent sitting together bef
guy and dollhe saw her, took her in his arms,guy and doll in Free Verse More Like This
murmured between smiles into her sweet-smelling hair,
youre mine, my girl, my lovely
she let him run his fingers through the soft, glistening curls,
allowed herself to fold into his possessive embrace
and believe he loved her.
he set her down tenderly with a promise to return
so she stayed and waited patiently
trusting, innocent, and true
but he forgot about his little doll, went to go play
with his dice and his soldiers in the summer sun.
she didnt know he would never come back
shes sitting there now, right where he left her
the futile hope shining in her turquoise eyes
the brightest thing left on her faded face,
I amIf people are defined by the opinions of others and their opinions of themselves,I am in Scraps More Like This
then I am the quiet one who keeps to herself,
the crazy girl who's into theatre but isn't really a thespian.
I am the smart one who gets decent grades,
and I am the violinist who's too good for the mediocre orchestra she's stuck in.
I am the insane one whom everybody acknowledges
but no one cares to really pay attention to,
the depressed one whos always staying up late writing poetry.
I am nobody.
They won't miss me until Im gone.
when you leftwhen you left i thought id be hurtwhen you left in Scraps More Like This
but that id get past it
instead im disturbingly quiet and trying to feel nothing.
i dont know who i am anymore
and im not sure if i want to know
maybe this is for the better,
but its hard for me to tell.
im still dead, after all.
Welcome to my mindWelcome to my mind,Welcome to my mind in Scraps More Like This
the prison cell of the runaway imagination
Make yourself at home
in this labyrinth of troubled thoughts
I graciously invite you
to see the horrors that I dream of
Come and look your fill
of things no child should ever experience
Thank you for your concern
regardless that I cant find the meaning in the words
Welcome to my mind,
I hope you understand why Im always trying to escape it.