Love and AvariceIf rain can ravage roses sweetLove and Avarice in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With deathly nourishment
Then what of staid devotion
And twisted sentiment?
Too much rain and I will drown
As roses wilt, petaled down
Like shredded blood and heartless bone
A skeleton can't stand alone
Yet not enough, the same thing too
And I will wither without you
The sky will crumble shattered blue
No clouds to bring much needed dew.
And what of love and avarice?
I need a fresh, well-balanced kiss
But room to grow and spread my leaves
And tender rain to meet my needs.
ChemistryChemically speaking,Chemistry in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An unknown element lies between us.
Let's call it trust.
Let's excuse it as simply being lust.
Let's fall into dust.
You and I have both been caught stealing,
Borrowing ions to skew the ratio
Of hate to love. Back of the burner, steaming
How did the compound of love start to grow?
I've calculated the margin of error:
We could risk this and end up exploding
Or ignore it, eventually imploding.
JourneysLives are mapped in delicate linesJourneys in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of black and white, but mostly grey
Criss crossing borders can't be read
And I don't have the faith to pray.
This road's been travelled back again
I may have stopped a time or two
But in the end I tossed a coin
Not knowing what else I could do.
These paths converge, diverge-I'm split
Should I turn left or race to right?
Compass broken, I may be lost
And treetops shroud a starry night.
A Story of a LifeOnce upon a time _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________A Story of a Life in Philosophical More Like This
I Love The Idea Of YouI. II Love The Idea Of You in Free Verse More Like This
tried so hard
To dissect your heart
But I couldn't breathe
Suffocated in fumes of pretense.
was cradled in your mind-
You swore you loved me,
But in the end
Your heart just wasn't in it.
III. The idea of you
TimelessLove tracked upon the fallen dewTimeless in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And brought you to my arms again
With half-slept eyes I greeted you
And lost all sense of when.
If time was told in lovers' years
No one would mark the day or week
For when the one that's loved is near
The hour's sands don't leak.
Oh press me to your lips once more
And clasp my fingers tight
I feel as if the sky's the floor-
You make my soul that light.
Curse fireflies that sweep the sky
With lightning through their wings
Though we don't count, time still slips by
Why will the lark not sing?
Clouds Like Empty ShipsAdrift in velvet skies it seemsClouds Like Empty Ships in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That you are lost in starry dreams
And I am stranded on the ground
Longing to feel the love you found.
Is there a place for me up there?
No, you are lost in golden hair
And don't recall my love for you
My love was tender, blindly true.
Clouds pass me by like empty ships
I loudly cry with cracking lips
And scream my sorrow to the winds
It seems the lonely never win.
The Eating of the DaysIt is on days like thisThe Eating of the Days in Free Verse More Like This
That I wish I could eat the calendar,
Tearing dates from the page,
Swallowing month by month until
The whole year is digested.
Hot, sticky Julys will burn my lips
And glycerin icicles of winter will stab my throat
January through December will be mine
And the world will never end.
On my tongue,
I will piece bits of May
With fragments of October
And leaves will blossom red.
But the dates that brought heartache
I will chew and spit out,
Shredding their soggy despair under my feet.
Tell MeTell me (true) could you kill a man?Tell Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stab his heart until thick blood ran
Slick and smooth over mortared stones
Tell me (dear) could you crush his bones?
Tell me (please) do you want to die
And leave me here, alone, to cry?
Your body folded underground
Tell me (dear) should I weave your shroud?
Tell me (now!) is this our last kiss?
Before the country's anger rips
You from my love-what have you done?
Tell me (dear) can you shoot that gun?
UnbrokenTell me,Unbroken in Free Verse More Like This
Are my hands cold?
I feel old--
Not in years,
But in half dried tears.
My fears are gone with you.
I am resilient too.
I once was brilliant
The way diamonds sparkle in mud
But gems are just rocks
And only fools fall in love.
I thought the world was
Epitomized in your face-
How much of the universe is just empty space?
Everyone (I suppose) makes mistakes
And so we digress, supress and repress
Tarnished memories of youthful disgrace.
Yet how can I erase the lust of imagined glory?
Is there such a thing as an unwritten story?
We're all destined to cry
All fated to die.
Dear, do not lie-
You are a cynic, too.
You would sell your soul, wouldn't you?
Whose god is God,
Gentile or Jew?
Religion is a scapegoat to you.
You tried to teach me
About faith, hope and love.
But I only learned what heartache does.
So now I sleep
With eyes that do not weep
But burn in apprehension.
Dreams are merely a reflection,
An extension of revelries long dead
And my days are too few
there's nothing that feels quite like this.Maybe the problem is that I don't know what a love story should sound like. I haven't figured out what order I should put the words in to make it read just right. I do, however, know what it feels like, but pushing around nouns and adjectives just to make it grow is the hardest thing I'll ever do. And it's true that I've tried it before and maybe I succeeded once, but since then I've learned the way real love washes through veins, and rumbles through the shifting and settling of bones until it changes you completely in a way that is absolutely unyielding. Perfect. Simple. It's not angry, or jealous, it doesn't hurt. It isn't like before. So now words don't come so easy, since I'm not sure which ones will cheapening the moments, the feelings, you.there's nothing that feels quite like this. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And god, I could never do that to you, since the only thing I know with completely certainty is that you are the only thing that saves me. That moves me. That completes me. Without you, I'd be less than nothing. Alone. Forgotten. It's e
these feelings should be finiteI'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime if I accept the fact that we're all different. I can be different like you. I can let this mean nothing.these feelings should be finite in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could mean nothing if you let me. If I let me.
You talk in big words that I get sick of hearing after awhile with big ideas and wide eyes and a small heart. I once heard that you can only love something so hard, for so long, before the feelin
please let me get what i want.For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.please let me get what i want. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when you're standing face to face and in one swift breath, you remember it all.
You remember everything.
The sky is always biggest right before it rains. That's how I learned to always couple disappointment with expectations since no matter how beautiful something seems, a disaster is always right on the horizon.
The waves are crashing quickly on the shoreli
if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you.I'm positive that you're still missing the point.if i knew what this meant, i'd tell you. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your house is just over the hill and I keep gasping for breath like this is the first time I've ever been alone with you and my skin hasn't memorized the loops and whirls that your fingerprints make against the indents of my hipbones. Sometimes, I act like I've never met you before because I'm afraid of losing the excitement of falling in love. I once heard that everyone is just looking for the next big thing someone brighter and better than me. You've already started calling me "annie," because you got bored with my real name. I wonder if I should be scared. I wonder if I should be worried. I wonder why all my clothes still smell like you and why I'm counting off the minutes until I can see your face again. It's gotten impossible to know whether I'm telling this story backwards or forwards. We're all in the wrong order.
Every time I sit down to tell you my history, I realize that I'm always talking about things that didn't happe
we don't sound like a whisper.The sun never sets over the water, but you still take me there whenever dusk comes to meet the horizon. We sit out on the rocks with me tucked tight against your chest, while you count stars like other people count blessings, but we're only half lucky with all these city lights ruining your chances. I know you're tired, love, but I'm terrified. I'm running out of ways to stop myself from telling you I miss you because twenty four hours isn't a long time to be separated and I'm really just more afraid of what you're doing when I'm not there -- and of what you're thinking when I am. I've been burnt enough times before to learn that loving with only half your heart will save you from the fire, but I know that's not what I'm doing here. I don't want you to be a mistake worth making. I want this to be real this time.we don't sound like a whisper. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I keep playing out all the ways you could hurt me in my head, not because I think you will, but because it'll sting less if it actually happens. I've learned to prepare myself
it's a quick drive to where we live.I know you don't believe in beautiful things. In fact, I know you don't believe in much of anything. I swear that's okay, because what I'm asking of you isn't meant to be built on blind faith it isn't meant to be a split second decision. I'll give you the time you need.it's a quick drive to where we live. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everything is brighter from the passenger seat of your old four door sedan with the black paint chipping off the front bumper, rust eating through the edges and corners of the doors. I've never seen so many shades and tints of green as I have curving around the sides of these country roads with you too fast, too slow, too here then gone. When you drive fast enough, the entire world disappears. It took us a weekend and all of Wisconsin, and you still won't tell me where we're going. It's okay though. You could be my home.
Lake Superior always comes in cold. The water laps at your ankles, freezing your skin, sending a quick chill through your bones. It reminds me of you with your too cold fingertips against
i'm not your symphony but i'm orchestrated anywaysit's not easy to explain --i'm not your symphony but i'm orchestrated anyways in Free Verse More Like This
but i'm a rushed symphony of heartbeats, quick breaths and hiccups. i'm not made of skin and bones, but a complicated sentence structure and thoughts that i spew out before i even finish them.
i'm messy in all the wrong ways.
and i'm not right in any of the ways that matter. but still you're always here, picking me up when i fall, kissing me goodnight, making a life with me one day at a time. and you haven't gone yet but i'm always moving so how long can you stay. how long can i expect it. how long is too long when you're living and loving and breathing and hell, if i can't stay still i'll mess this up for sure. i just need a minute, to think, to stop, to be. so i can be yours forever.
all i know is that i'm a constant frenzy -- a kaleidoscope of words and ideas and minutes and clumsy steps and i don't know what i'm doing, but i'm always shifting and moving and growing and going and going
and going and
until i'm standing still again.
no one can stop
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating. in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
my heart beats in dialtones -chello?my heart beats in dialtones -c in General Fiction More Like This
maybe there are too many things ive been waiting to say.
you don't have to call me back, but i wanted to tell you that i love you. i love you and that messy printing you always use to write the inaccurate equations that lead to my heart. i love you and the beautiful mess you are that smiles when i pick up trash in my pretty pink dress that i say makes me look fat but you tell me that i never could because i am as thin as the ice that covers me when you aren't around. i love you even though you never answer your phone; even though i've been calling you for years and you never left me any messages.
i would say that i'm ugly but we look so alike.
im thinking maybe youre easier to talk to when youre not really you. so lately that means im questioning your answering machine again and addressing you in faceless nouns since i cant begin to say the things ive been meaning to te
these are the last things i'll say before i'm goneIf I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow through.
I won't admit how much I miss you I can't, but I can tell you this.
The thing about disappearing is that it doesn't stop me from wanting to be completely impossible to forget. And maybe that's a bit of an anomaly, but I've never made much sense to begin with anyway.
And sure, we're all different in the same ways, but I want to be differen
J u s t l i k e y o u.She enjoysJ u s t l i k e y o u. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sitting on her bed
in her over-sized T-shirts
with her over-sized jeans.
imagining a different life.
She likes to have her controller in her hand,
having her guitar staring her right in the eyes.
She likes to ignore her heart,
as it causes too much pain in her life.
Wake up, Beautiful.Do you know how hard it is to just sit byWake up, Beautiful. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And watch you screw up your life?
So why don't you see that?
I love the way you lie.''Love is painless.''I love the way you lie. in Free Verse More Like This
Then why do I have a broken heart?
I remember writing a letter to you,
And putting it out in the ocean wave.
I remember kissing you in the water,
Putting our arms around each other whenever we got cold.
I remember your warm touch tingled through my body.
I'm nothing but a girl wanting her soul fixed.
Love is not painless.
f o r e v e r. You were my little piece of heaven sent from the afterlife,f o r e v e r. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as I always got lost in your soul
whenever your smile
sent chills up my spine.
I used to die inside whenever you called me baby.
You always made me want to scream
as you held my hand tight.
My unholy confession
is that I love you
more than I love myself.
do not disturb.The saddest thing I've ever hearddo not disturb. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is your voice crack in pieces
The saddest thing I've ever seen
Is your broken smile
Being crushed into glass.
If you meet my eyes,
you will meet your missing heart.
Don't cry, baby.
Fearless.I'm a singer because I love to sing my pain away in song.Fearless. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm a lover because I'm the type of girl
who fusses over hugs and kisses
and loves to be held until midnight.
I'm beautiful because I know that I have flaws,
and I don't try and hide them.
I'm strong because I know what it's like to be hurt
but we all deserve love.
I'm brave because I'm fearless.
don't let me run.Dose me up with sugar, baby.don't let me run. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm your drug
so watch me love you
as I heal your broken heart.
Bury all of your secrets in my skin,
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
and I swear that I'll love you.
Even if your love is nothing but a lie,
I promise we'll fall together like pieces in the world.
I'll never let go.
e x p o s e d.You've exposed my hearte x p o s e d. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
by tearing it into pieces
which will never be complete.
You've exposed my soul
by leaving it dark
full of empty thoughts.
You've exposed me,
but I'm still gonna shine.
Happiness.Happiness-Happiness. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a lot of people believe it has to do with smiling,
but I think it's more about
how you feel inside.
The warmth inside your heart
that makes you want to melt in pieces,
that you would kill for.
I have caught it.
Don't Give Up On Me"Don't tempt me!"Don't Give Up On Me in Short Stories More Like This
"To what, leave? You're going to anyway!"
"How can you even think that?!"
Hattie knew it. This was the end. The end of three years of perfection. She should have known it was all too good to last. It always was. Dan seemed to know it too.
"Because you're giving me no reason to think otherwise!" he yelled. She distantly thought of their neighbors and winced. They were being far too loud far too late. No doubt the pair living on their right would be filing a complaint later that day.
Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them away, furious. "I have never given you any reason to doubt me, and you never have before. What changed, Dan?"
"You did! You went to that stupid dig and came back different!"
"Different how exactly?" she demanded. "More tan? A little more confident? With a slightly different taste in shoes? What exactly?!"
"It's because you're always e-mailing him!"
Hattie blinked in shock. So this was it? The heart of the argument? It had taken almost a whole
some nightssome nights i lay awake and replay the good times. over and over again, like a famous lullaby. i fall into my dreams and there you are, waiting for me as usual. it always plays the same. the way we used to be. happy, flawless, and so in love. everything just falls into place. squeezing our hands together so tight, you'd think they'd morph together. holding onto me as if you're afraid i'll disappear. making the promises we thought we'd keep. whispering all those sweet nothings.some nights in Emotional More Like This
some nights, i still love you.
some nights, i think you still love me too.
slipping awayi walked in the snow again today. you crossed my mind for the umpteenth time, but nothing was positive. the ice i stepped on seemed to crack as easily as when you broke my heart. the snow dissolved in my hand like the way our memories are slipping away. the water dripped from icicles and drifted away like everything we ever had. i watched my breath hit the cold winter air, and it seemed to reflect our moments in it. the first time you held my hand, the first time i cried in front of you, the first time you gave a damn...slipping away in Emotional More Like This
none of it matters now does it?
you still haven't given me the answers i'm searching for, and i don't think you ever will.
i smile just for youyou've got the butterfliesi smile just for you in Free Verse More Like This
fluttering in my tummy again
and you've turned my skies
from gray to blue again
there's a garden in my heart
blooming more and more
with every word from you
I'd run through fire
just to hold your hand
and find a way to walk the oceans
if it meant I could find my way to your arms
I feel beautiful again
all thanks to you
(isn't it about time?)
is it wrong?is it wrong? is it really so wrong to want someone here? to want her here with me? under my knotted sheets, curled into me, her beaming face, lovely undone curls, eyes that whisper the ocean are these wishes that terrible? is love between two people, regardless of gender so horrible? she loves me exactly as i am. she is one of the most beautiful people on this earth. yet it's wrong for me to love her i guess i'll just never see things like you do.is it wrong? in Emotional More Like This
fallingi'm falling hard this timefalling in Free Verse More Like This
like that's anything new
but this time...
i really don't mind
because i can see into your soul
and you can see into mine
sinking shipsi feel like we're nothing moresinking ships in Free Verse More Like This
than two ships passing in the darkness
not muttering a word to each other
but silently letting the other
slip away ever so slowly
i promisei know i'm different. i know i mess up. i know i'm a bit of a fuck up. i know my opinions stand a bit stronger than others. i know i can be highly confusing.i promise in Emotional More Like This
but one thing i know for sure beyond anything else is that i love you.
you, my dear sweet emily, who means the world to me. i made promises to you that i plan to keep. you don't deserve anymore pain. you don't deserve to feel broken anymore. i want you. i need you.
you are my angel, my sunshine, my sweetness...all i want is you. i want to be able to repair your heart and erase your scars. i will be there for you as soon as i can be, i promise. i am proud to be yours and be in love with you. i hope someday soon i can hold you for real while we watch our childhood favorites giving each other popcorn and sneaking kisses. i want to meet all our friends and let them get to know me and hopefully like me. i want to hear you sing, to me and only me...we just need to keep being patient.
i just want you to know you are the best thing that's
tell me this isn't lovetry and tell metell me this isn't love in Free Verse More Like This
this isn't love
just from a new note
wanting to have her next to me
every damn day
wishing on 11:11 and shooting stars
to be with her
seeing her every night
in my dreams
finally able to be
holding her, kissing her, loving her...
go ahead push me down
and keep telling me it isn't love
because i'm ready
to prove you wrong
Perfectly ImperfectHow many times have we looked in the mirrorPerfectly Imperfect in Free Verse More Like This
Hating what looks back?
Pinching the fat we see
On our hips
Tempted to just smash it
So we would never have to look
At out degrading selves again
Sometimes we cry
Or we find other things to hate
Teeth not straight
Eye color we hate
Nose too big
Pimple here, pimple there
Self-confidence is so hard to find
When you're hit hard everyday
With advertisements saying
'This product will help you lose this many pounds!'
'Wash your impurities right away with this cleanser!'
'Fix your smile right up with invisible braces!'
'Buy this product to fix your body and imperfections!'
But the fact is no matter how big or small we may be
Or how crooked our teeth might be
Or how big our nose may be
Or any other imperfection
We are all beautiful
Exactly the way we are
Big, small, short, tall
Because we were molded to be
more than admirationI'm a little shy and starving for some lovemore than admiration in Free Verse More Like This
In case you couldn't tell
(but aren't we all?)
They say actions speak louder than words
You've managed to redefine that notion for me.
You're just a faceless figure for now
But my mind has ways of making things up
(sometimes I think I may have made you up.)
Would someone simple like me
Somehow manage to keep you up at night?
I sit in my room still clinging to my sheets
While you write like you've seen the world
(Taking my breath away with every syllable)
Maybe it's just a poet's intuition or something more
I'll leave that up to you to decide.
Half A SecondI run my wanting fingersHalf A Second in Free Verse More Like This
through your playful hair,
I trace lines of Love
down your back.
I caress your feverish soul
with burning hands
the breath of your skin
with my heartbeat.
Give me that smiling secret
from the corner of your mouth
and I shall share
a whisper of fire
Tender words hold me
and I hear a thousand untold stories
of love - soft,
like a trembling,
newborn raindrop on a rose petal
at early dawn.
A glowing dream
frames your face
and a promise
slips from my gaze
into your deep sea eyes,
like only the breeze
in a blooming garden
with every touch,
in the colors of a rainbow
for there is
- only existence.
And as our shadow
give you a new name.
The first rays of sunlight
invade our space
and I hold on
to the lingering warmth
for that it may lead us
In A NutshellI met you. I didn't meet you. I met you again. We laughed. I laughed. You laughed. We laughed again. We found meaning. We looked at little things. We talked. We loved. We looked at worlds in different perspectives. We understood eyes being windows to souls. I liked yours. You thought mine were pretty. We found balconies insipid. We found doorways ironic. We thought stars were overrated. We circled around discomfort. We circled around love. We circled and circled and circled...and then you told me you loved me. We smiled. You asked me to run with you. You told me time and space were ours to take. We were invincible. Stars became ours. Ours became different. Different became a problem. Your friends. My friends. Your ideas. My thoughts. You laughed. I didn't. I laughed. You didn't. The world was harder. Your eyes were colder. Balconies became escape routes. Doors were meant to be closed. Stars disappeared. Discomfort became natural. We argued. We fought. We stopped running together. TimeIn A Nutshell in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;My Inspiration in Free Verse More Like This
And I shall tell what you want to hear...
It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knows
and a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.
It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemaking
and a man who wears his heart on his sleeve
It is a woman who has always believed in her lover
and he will let her down no more
It is a sick man who is whole again
and the wife who stayed by his side
It is a writer who has found a brand new muse
and the paint of the artist who draws her lover
It is the words of a poet whose trust is renewed
and the warmth in the words of the person who finds love anew
It is the broken hearted girl who is loved and doesn't know
and the tears that are caught in the hands of the unknown lover below
It is the boy with the tuneless guitar who plays it anyway
and the door opening just as you're walking away.
It is the chords of a song which is yet to be sung...
and of course, the sound of a rainstorm wh
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.Dead Wrong in Letters More Like This
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.
When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.
Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from yo
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
Vengeance"What did she say this time?"Vengeance in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How did you-"
"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."
"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."
"She said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."
"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."
"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."
"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"
"They did it anyway."
"Pure and simple huh? Just like that?"
"The truth is never pure and always complicated. But yes. Just like that."
"There is always someone telling me I'm not good enough."
"And there will always be someone telling you that you aren't good enough. You have two choices. You can curl up and stop doing everything you love. You can let the
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
MaskShe wears long, baggy clothesMask in Free Verse More Like This
Because she says they're comfortable.
But roll up her sleeves
And you'll see nothing
But cuts and bruises.
You're EverythingYour fingertipsYou're Everything in Free Verse More Like This
Are like feathers
Tickling my skin.
I cock my head
Inviting you closer,
For a dandelion kiss.
Your lips are soft while teeth scrape
Like rose buds
On a stem with thorns.
You hair's a stream,
Soft and lazy,
But with a mind of it's own.
It brushes against my chin
As you lightly nibble
A moan escapes my throat
As you push me down,
Holding me against your chest.
Your shimmering, emerald eyes
Look to me for approval
As your breath warms my cheeks.
A smile graces your lips,
Your quirky, lovable smile
That I love so much.
I Broke My Promise:I Love YouI promised myself.I Broke My Promise:I Love You in Free Verse More Like This
[I broke my promise.]
I never thought I'd meet someone like you.
[Someone who cared for me.]
You showed me friendship.
[You taught me trust.]
You reminded me how to laugh.
[I had forgotten how.]
You gave me a shoulder to cry on.
[I finally shed those endless tears.]
When I shivered in fright, you would hold me.
[When I'm with you, I'm not as scared.]
You were always there for me no matter what.
[I've come to love you.]
Afraid of Being UglyYou hide your face from othersAfraid of Being Ugly in Free Verse More Like This
Behind a curtain of hair.
You're afraid they'll call you ugly,
That they'll stare and laugh.
But there's nothing wrong with you,
Nothing at all.
No Matter How ManyNo matter how manyNo Matter How Many in Free Verse More Like This
I'll never stop loving you.
Give Me MoreThe slightestGive Me More in Free Verse More Like This
Bubble of laughter in your throat,
Pull of a smile on your lips,
Brush of your hand on my skin,
Tingle of your breath on my neck
Leaves me wanting more.
I'll Help You With A KissYou're my protector.I'll Help You With A Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
My body guard,
You help me
Because you have to.
You help me
Because you don't want to die.
You help me
Because you want life to revert.
You help me
Because you love me.
I wish I could help you
But you refuse to let me kill.
Let me give you a kiss.
i'm fine..I'm fine means I'm really noti'm fine.. in Free Verse More Like This
Its fine means it's not fine
Don't worry means Worry
Leave me alone means stay with me.
Talk to me, hug me, kiss me, comfort me.
I smile when I'm dying inside.
I act like everything's perfect when things are really crashing down around me.
When I'm happy, all I really want to do is burst into tears.
Don't just say everything's going to be ok.
Because it won't be.
As long as I don't have you
Nothing will ever be ok.
You have no idea how much you mean to me.
I'll always love you.